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I was laying on my bed, wearing nothing but a jockstrap, my ass wet with lube. I could hear moaning and yelping from another room in the house. I knew I was next. It was my Daddy’s idea. Ever since he knew I was gay, he told me that my sole purpose in life was to take the seed of proper men. Mom and Dad were divorced, so it was easy for him to introduce me to the world of gay sex. From the age where he decided I was old enough to fuck, Daddy regularly pounded my tight little ass until he dumped a huge load into me, a load that inevitably spilled out out of my sore hole onto the bed sheets. Daddy is generally a nice guy, but he set a special rule when we first started fucking: while I would basically have perfect freedom when out of the house, when we were together, he would treat my ass however he wanted. Daddy is a rough fucker, and never cared if it hurt or not, but eventually I grew to like the warm sensation I felt when he came in me. He never wore a condom. He never talked about it. I never asked. He had a smooth muscular body and thick dick and to say 'no' to him would be stupid. Soon, he started to whore me out to his friends. Some of them were fit and hot, and I loved taking their loads, but others were older or looked drug-addled, and I was terrified they were going to hurt me at first. Daddy had one guy forgo lube as Daddy wanted the guy to fuck me dry until I bled. Eventually, when school finished, Daddy was self employed as a carpenter, so I wasn't surprised when he told me I wouldn't go to go to college, but I was somewhat surprised when he said my full-time job would be to be his fuck toy. So, when Daddy came from work we would usually have a light dinner, then I would get ready, we’d spend three to four hours fucking, then chill the rest of the night; often we would end up sleeping together, and sometimes we’d fuck again in the morning on the weekend or before he left for work. Usually it was just him, but there were often one or two visitors during the weekdays, usually his friends. He said he mapped out my future for me, and that I was going to become a proper cum-slut. I grew addicted to the sensation of somebody’s cum filling my ass, and it became my favourite part of being fucked. It wasn’t enough though for him. Though I accepted my Daddy fucking me unprotected, I knew about HIV and poz guys. I didn’t want that at all, and I would always ask him if the next guy he was setting me up with was clean - he always gave me an unconvincing nod or ‘yeah’.. One day, he told me upfront he was fed up of it and said he was going to get me to stop worrying. So he arranged a party over the internet somehow. Anybody under 50, but they had to be poz. He kept me updated on the details of who was coming, what they looked like and if I liked the look of them or not. To keep me horny, he didn’t fuck me for three days before and order me not to jack off. I was terrified, and I didn’t think we would actually go through with it. I quietly protested, telling him I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do it, until the night before, when Daddy told me to shut up or they were going to fuck me without lube. I did as I was told. He invited a few other 20 year old bottoms to come earlier and placed us in separate rooms. I never saw them, they were quickly brought upstairs to the spare room and study. When the party arrived they would fuck and seed each boy in turn. I was ordered up to my room, as I could hear the guys laughing and talking downstairs as they grouped up in the living room. It eventually died down as they went into the first room with the first boy. I prepped myself, almost automatically, and I heard the first boy cry out, followed by a cheer. It was two hours later, and I was getting really nervous. I could hear the second boy moaning loudly in the room next door. A load grunt and a few cheers told me he had just taken another load. I snorted some poppers and tried to forget that my Dad had gotten these guys here to basically shorten my life. As I heard muffled conversation, I lay on the bed, face down, trying to relax. Suddenly the door opened, and they filed in, talking excitedly amongst themselves. I didn’t look at them; I got on all fours and pressed my face against the sheets, my ass wide open. Two big hands took hold of my slim waist, rubbing the band of my jocks and I felt a wet cock slap into my ass crack. The mumbling died down to murmurs of approval as the unseen top slowly ushered his rapidly hardening dick into my ass. Suddenly, he gripped my waist hard and plunged his cock into my soft hole. It hurt - even through the poppers, it felt like it was tearing me in half. I yelled. The tops around me cheered and goaded the top to fuck me harder. All I could do was gasp with pain. Even my Daddy had never fucked me this hard. I spent the next five minutes trying to tell myself I was loving it, but it just hurt so much. Soon, he slowed down, and pressed his body to mine. I could feel hair and muscle, and smelt sweat. My ass just started to twinge with pleasure. “You want my load, faggot?” he grunted. “Yes, sir.” I whimpered. “I got a little present for you. You know what it is, fucker?” “Yes sir.” “You want it?” “Yeah…” I felt a cold flush as I said the words. He picked up the pace. The pain and pleasure I felt was unbelievable. I commended my soul as he roared and I felt a huge rush of warm liquid inside my ruined hole. I gasped and groaned in ecstasy as I felt his cock pump it directly into my intestines. It was worth all ten minutes of pain. He pumped a few more times and pulled out and exhaled, drenched in sweat. The guys around me cheered, and one guy with a deep voice said “You know you liked it, boy!”. The fuckfest lasted two more hours. Every time they fucked my hole hard and every time it got a little easier to take thanks to the huge amount of poz cum in my hole. I didn’t care anymore. I never looked directly at any of the tops, I just did what I was born to do. A couple of them whispered that they were going to pose me up, and I just whimpered. Daddy got in front of me on the bed and made me suck his cock while I was plowed from behind. Every time I took a load, he told me to let it run out my ass, until the sheet under me was soaked. Eventually Daddy was the last person fucking me. He clapped my shoulders and rammed me into the bed, spilling his seed into my already flooded ass. I didn’t retrain myself - I yelled and screamed like a little bitch. He whispered "I fuckin’ love you” before he pulled out and the guys started to leave the room, some of them complementing me as they walked out. I was nothing but a hole to my own Dad. I felt so ashamed. I also felt horny. I jacked off, fingering my wet hole as I heard the guys leave. Daddy didn’t even come back. He simply turned the lights off and yelled ‘“goodnight”. I slept on the drenched bed. We didn’t talk about it. The next day, I washed myself carefully. A tiny bit of red came out of my ass. I told myself it wasn’t blood. The next day, it was back to business as usual - Dad came home, we would spend the evening screwing. My ass was tender, but I said nothing. I noticed one difference though - Dad didn’t invite anybody to share me over the next few days. A few weeks later, I came down with a fever. I had muscle pains and a headache and wanted to stay in bed. Daddy was, however, very excited. He told me I had the ‘fuck flu’ and went on the internet. An hour later he told me to go downstairs, lube up and wait on the couch. I staggered downstairs and did as I was told. I knew what he meant, I was just to sick to care anymore. After fifteen minutes, I nearly fell asleep on the couch, when the door opened. The guy standing in the doorway was solidly built, with a mass of body hair and a short black beard. Daddy greeted him and pointed to me. Dazed, I turned over as he undressed. Daddy was getting people to fuck me while I was sero-converting! I got rock hard despite my headache. The hairy top started to gently fuck me and while my ass felt great, I felt like I was going to vomit. He took his time, fucking me in every position until, while I lay flat on the couch, begging deliriously for him to cum. Sure enough, he dumped a load. He thanked me with a kiss, dressed and left. With cum dripping out my hole, I looked up at Daddy, who was undressing. “I don’t think I can take another…” I felt pathetic. “Yeah, you will. Got another dozen lined up over the afternoon. Gotta keep that bug charged up.” “Couldn’t we wait until tomorrow?” I pleaded. He came over and kissed me. “I’m gonna guess you got maybe ten years left in you. I’m not wasting money on meds for your hole, babe. Every moment you’re not fucking is a moment wasted.” The door opened again, and kept opening the entire afternoon, as more and more tops walked in, each man dumping his load into my ass as I sucked my Daddy’s cock. At one point there were four guys waiting in line to fill me up. I nearly passed out, but eventually, in the early evening, Daddy told me to take a shower and get ready for dinner. I left a trail of poz cum on the floor to the bathroom on the second floor. As I clambered up, he told me he was going to dump another load in me tonight, before we went to bed, and there would be more of the same tomorrow. Daddy and I are still together. He threw away most of my clothing, except for my underwear and jockstraps, and yes, he still fucks me in every day. Sometime he takes me out to restaurants to eat, but otherwise we never leave the house except to go to mostly sleazy clubs and occasionally to the house of one friend or another, where I am always filled up with cum. Sometimes Dad is too lazy to cook dinner, so on those days I am usually fed nothing more than the cum from whatever top is around. Daddy loves to remind me I have only so many years left, and I don’t deserve anything but more loads. I get dozens of different tops every week now, and they talk shit, telling me they’re fucking me to death. I’m absolutely nothing to them. It’s soon going to be winter, and Daddy says I’ll freeze if I don’t get enough hot cum loads inside my ass. I'm going to do my best to stay warm.

This week I’ve been venting some of my emotional frustrations on really nasty, emotionally detached anon sex. The other night I went out with the intention of taking loads in my ass in various trashy ways. I cleaned out, went downtown and made my first stop at the blue store in Chelsea. I went into the booth area and picked out the booth where I always get fucked in. the last one on the far right, It’s not my favorite spatially, but its nestled in a corner and I think guys find it more private somehow, we’re in a cum stained back room of a video store but I kind of get it. I always slut-out in that one. I wore sweat pants for easy redressing and a white T, dark denim jacket— I look good in white T-shirts, I feel clean and comfortable. I took the whole outfit off once my first cock came into view. And it was a heavy fat one. White, cut 8inches thick, and veiny. His body wasn’t ripped but he had a flat tummy and low hanging balls shaved. I squatted to my knees and started sucking nasty. I wanted to taste every inch of this cock. I was ravenous. He loved it; making those really low grunting sounds. After I felt globs of spit hanging off his cock I knew he was lubed enough by my mouth to slide into my body raw. I wanted this raw cock to penetrate me. I wanted to fuck myself onto him, feel every thrust of his spit-lubed stranger dick. I don’t know this man at all and even if I saw him on the street I couldn’t recognize him. This is to me one of the sleaziest acts of sex one can ever commit. To take a strangers cock into your ass raw, one who’s face you’ve never seen or only bits and flashes of a chin, a smile, in the dark back room. A face only lit by porn playing in a video store booth. Completely anon and definitely the filthiest in terms of disease. We use each other as vessels for cum here. I hadn’t offered my hole up here for a while but had made plenty of deposits, but I was always a much better cumdump than top. I spit on my hand and opened my ass up. I took a huge hit of my poppers and let the waves take over me. When I felt the light throbbing of my ass heat against his wet stranger cock I slid my puckered ass lips around his head. I kept sliding and relaxing my asshole around his cock. I felt myself tense up and hit the poppers again medicating my hole to submission for the cock. I spread my cheeks open with my hands and pushed him into my body. The rush of being a sick faggot hits me right then and there as I feel my ass hit the booth partition wall. I pull myself up and slide him out slowly. I imagine my ass sucking his cock. I pull all the way off up until the very tip and slide down quickly onto him impaling myself. I kept doing this and felt for his responses. The subtle signs of gloryhole sex: You read your partners pleasure with slight motions. I pushed my ass against the partition and let him fuck me for a while. And he fucked me hard and rough. I liked to ram all the way in. I just held the wall in front of me watching myself in the faint reflection of the dark plastic booth. I looked like a whore, and I felt like one. I smiled. Then I felt hit the poppers again and started to meet his thrusts. As he backed off me I met him on his thrust into me. We synched up and I heard him hit his poppers—that’s my cue, and I hit my iron horse. Then he started to spasm and I felt it. The poppers were making my head spin and I could feel his sperts each hot rope of jizz blasting my on the inside. This random cock, this disgusting faggot shooting into another fag cumhole. It’s a dehumanizing experience that becomes addictive. He unloaded and started to soften. I clenched my ass around his dick and milked the rest out. When I pulled off he was still hard enough to suck so I did. I took his cock straight from my ass and into my mouth and cleaned him off like a good public gloryhole cumdump does. He pulled himself back in then seeing he was a little sensitive. And before I was able to get back up, he squatted down and looked me dead in the face. My light popped back on then letting me know my dollar was up. He could see me entirely just then. A young guy, white with freckles and blue eyes, gym body but small in stature crouched down on the floor with his stranger cum in his ass and cock/ass scum coating his mouth. He smiled at me. A white guy, late 40’s slightly potbellied light scruff, fairly hairless and really skinny legs and face. He kept smiling and then grabbed my head bringing his hands onto my side of the partition. He pulls me in and tells me to open my mouth. I do. He spits right into my mouth. I swallowed it. “Faggot slut” he said “keep those babies warm for me.” I took one more load from a small cocked man right after. The little ones hurt and this annoyed me, but I felt like he was roughing me up along my anus and I wanted him to fuck the first load deeper into my body. I knew from the way he looked and treated me like a piece of faggot ass that the sperm churning in my gut was poz. The little cock spewed his own load into my asshole and I could see them mixing. Sloshing around in the cavity of my ass just holding that cum cocktail inside me. I went to bed without showering. I had just gotten comfortable in my covers and then I involuntarily released an enormous amount of cum from my ass. I thought it had all absorbed in me by then but I had an extremely creamy slimy ass. I fingered myself some while jerking off and came so hard I thought I would pass out. I woke up in crusty sheets.

Put an ad on craigslist as an ass up face down anon bottom. One guy who responded was mid-20s, white, tall, muscular construction worker with a huge dick. He is a construction worker who was looking to blow a load since he got off early. He came over and I looked out the window as he came up to my building. The dude was driving a beat up truck and was covered in tattoos. I assumed the position and got ass up face down in the living room. He came up the stairs, spit on my hole, got his dick hard and just pounded until he bred me. He smelled RIPE after working all morning. Fucking loved it

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The leather bar was crowded with guys in leather or rubber wearing chaps, long and short ones, jocks, different colors of hanky’s and a couple wearing collars. I was more the shy submissive type, but open for erotic scenes with the right person or atmosphere. I was wearing jeans and a T-Shirt, yet still looked cool since I have a nice body, at 6’2, 210 lbs, with a nice bubble butt and 9 inch package, which was hidden in the jeans. After checking the scene trying not to feel uncomfortable, the bartender said, I would have more fun in a hot outfit, so why not check-out the store in the back; he was nice enough to give me a 50% discount card to entice me to go there. After the last sip of beer, I headed to the shop. It was the usual; kind of small with 2 rows of fetish clothes, toys from the small to XL dildo’s & plugs, masks, blindfolds, magazines, lubricants, restraints and so on. I walked about, checked a few prices and admired one of the largest dildos. The sales clerk was hot looking dressed in black rubber chaps, jock, and rubber tank top. He came over to chat and check out what interested me, asking if I liked big toys with a smile. I said yeah, but probably not this big. You never know if you do not try, and asked if I liked anything else in the store. He noticed I liked what he was wearing and eyed me up and down; I think I can find something that would fit you and your character he said. He stated it would be the perfect outfit for me. He saw my hesitation and nervousness and walked to the door and closed it. Smiled and led me to a row of rubber clothes. He picked the short thigh high chaps with two brown stripes down the sides. He convinced me to try them with a bit of protest. The changing area was in the corner with a 3 sided mirror and no curtain. Standing naked, my totally smooth body and shaved cock, balls, and ass surprised him. I had worked my nipples over the years and they were thick and long protruding about a ½ inch. He said I was full of surprises with a wink. He squirted lotion in his hand and massaged my shoulders, back and chest. This helped me slide a very tight rubber tank which only had a small strip of rubber in the middle chest area up to the collar over my head. He chose one which was one size too small which cut under my chest pushing muscle and fat up making it seem as if I had tits and leaving my hard puffy nipples exposed. To finish this off, he pulled more muscle and fat tissue up making more of my tits hang over the tight black rubber tank top. I was getting horny and felt sexy with my cock leaking precum, which he of course noticed. Again the clerk greased his hands and rubbed my thighs and ass, I moaned as his finger hit my hole. The lotion helped the chaps slide up my thighs and fit very snug and under my butt checks. As I looked into the mirror, I could see my bubble butt more pronounced and my tits hanging nice against the black rubber. I liked how white my tits and ass looked against the black rubber. The clerk added a studded rubber collar around my neck and rubber wrist bands with one an orange stripe and the other with a brown stripe. I looked more than hot, but told him I was uncomfortable with the brown and orange strips, which signaled I was into scat and anything goes. He spoke soft and slowly and told me how hot I was, his hands caressed my ass and I slowly bent over. He mentioned how submissive I had become and told me to stay bent over and wait. I could see him in the mirror as he came back holding a fat butt plug with a rubber tube. He was again surprised that the butt plug went into my ass fairly easy, and I moaned loudly to show my pleasure. He began pumping the ball attached to the tube. Instead of inflating I felt hot liquid being squirted in my hole. The plug stayed in my hole as he led me to a chair and told me to sit in a direct manner. I sat down with the plug going in further. He came back with some boots and a rubber jock also with an orange stripe, and asked if I was having fun. The smile on my face said yes, and I felt tingly, warm and relaxed all over. He said my hole could take more than he thought, and I nodded in agreement. As a final touch he had a little dye kit and proceeded to dab my nipple area making a reddish/brown 1.5 inch wide areola. He said it would last 2-3 days even if wet. From another bag he produced a fake tattoo which said PIG and pasted it on my right ass check as I stood up. He said I would make a hot pig slave and asked if I wanted to smoke some T which he had already gave me in my ass. I nodded and we walked to a little storage room where we smoked, or I should say I did. I wanted to stop, but he kept lighting another pipe. I was feeling relaxed and losing all inhibitions as seconds ticked by. He took out the plug and showed me a rubber latex glove. I smiled and bent over to the sounds of latex stretching over his hand and a plastic bottle squirting lube. He handed me some poppers as I felt his fingers at my hole. Normally it takes time to fist me, but he kept the pressure on and pushed hard as I banged forward against the wall. I was gasping and hitting more poppers as his fist past my sphincter. He said to breathe and take and big popper hit. His fist was going half way out and back in as I started to accept and relax. He said to take a deep popper breath up to five seconds, hold it, a repeat 5 times. He counted the popper hits as my head spun. He yanked his fist out and I yelled as he punched it back in hard making me hit the wall in front of me again. He repeated this and after 5 of these hard thrusts his rhythm slowed as he easily fisted me my loose asshole. I was catching my breath and coming down from the poppers as he stopped and he patted my ass. He said he likes sub guys with hungry holes which I took as a compliment. My hole felt the cool air as it stayed a bit open and we shared a few more T hits. I put on my jock, looked at myself in the mirror. Fixed my hair, and was very pleased with orange and brown stripped rubber outfit, tits sticking out with large fat reddish/dark nipples, and a protruding bubble butt. The clerk said the clothes and poppers are on the house, kissed me and put a handful of lube in my ass and said he wanted to dominate me later, I responded with smile and left. I reentered the bar area, walked straight through the crowd, who defiantly noticed a tall guy wearing a collar, pig tattoo with large man tits & nipples and bubble butt looking for attention. The beer tasted good and the bartender complemented me on my outfit, and said love the tits. The rubber tank top pushed them up nice and I could squeeze a large handful. I walked to the side of the bar, leaning a little forward thrusting my ass out. Guys would walk by, pinch it, and a few complimented me on my outfit and colors telling me to follow them to the darkroom downstairs. The T hits took care of my shyness as hands rubbed my butt. As a few fingers found my well lubed hole, they would hmmm and say niicceee and I parted my legs wider, teasing them, moaning as fingers darted over my ass and into my hole. I was amazed how this outfit attracted so much attention. One guy got close to me, whispered in my ear, tongued it, and slowly stuck his long neck beer bottle in my ass, took it out licked it and said he’d wait for me downstairs. I was feeling great, as I walked shaking my ass to the stairs leading to the darkroom. It was dimly lit with a TV showing porn in the far corner. I could barely see shadows of guys. It smelled musky and I could hear butt slapping and heavy breathing sounds. Few guys were on their knees giving blowjobs and others standing against the walls. I walked about and noticed a bed with plastic covers and a few partitions with guys behind them get blow jobs. In the distance I heard more guys coming down stairs. The room was filling up covering what little light there was. I bumped into a sling hanging from the ceiling. It was dark, but I could just see a bit as my eyes adjusted. I stood by the sling taking off my jock and took a few loud hits of poppers which others could hear as I snorted. I felt a hand then a second and maybe a third on my ass, I moaned signaling that I liked it. Other hands pinched my nipples and pulled them hard while I felt a warm mouth on my cock. I said oh yeah, yeah numerous times, moaning, wiggling my ass, opening my mouth as a tongue hit my tongue. Fingers kept going in and out of my hole, sometimes 1, 2, 3, and 4, roughly stretching my hole in the darkness. I was being kissed hard as I felt pressure against my hole and I took a big loud popper hit which signaled I want more. I spread my legs apart and felt a pop as the unknown fist slid up my asshole. Before I knew it I was being raised up with a fist in my ass and placed in the sling; my legs put into stir-ups. I was still moaning and saying yeah, oh yeah. I could see the silhouettes of guys at my side stroking their cocks and the one fisting me. They could hear me taking more popper hits. My hole was making loud sloppy noises as the fister was turning his hand from side to side, in and out. The slings chains were creaking as I was swaying forward and back being fisted slowly. I heard the sound of a squeezed plastic bottle and felt cool lotion all around my hole. Someone stretched my arms back to the side and fastened them to the sling. The stir-ups were moved wider apart allowing better access to my hole. I was completely tied spread eagle at their mercy. My breathing was heavy as I said, poppers, poppers. I felt a capsule under my nose, and the guy said sniff hard which I did, but he said harder and I felt a stinging sensation in my nostril, then another capsule was in my left nostril which I greedily sniff in my hazed state. This was repeated once more when I heard the guy say that ought to do it as he put the T away. My head was held still as a very wet pooper ball was being inserted in each nostril. My head was spinning, I was in a dark haze, breathing heavy and saying oh yeah numerous times as the fister slowly fisted me asshole. My fat nipples were being pulled hard, and two guys were taking turns fisting me, switching left hand to right hand, from slow to fast from punch fisting to slow fisting. The poppers were hitting me hard and I could feel more pressure every second or third punch and then gasped as two fists were jammed in my hole. My body bucked back and forth, they guys told me to breathe slowly while my ass accepts both fists. They also were calling me a pig, squirting more lube in my ass. My nipples were still being pulled as the sling began to move back and forth very slowly. The double fists slowly moved forward and back, only half way out and back in. Stretching my sphincter more than ever and finally the fisting stopped, and the fists were removed. My hole felt the cool air as it stayed partially open. The sling stopped moving, popper balls were taken out of my nose, and I was being kissed forcefully and a warm mouth was on my cock. I was again moaning as a cock entered my stretched out hole. Someone lit a cigarette or a pipe and I could see a long haired tattooed guy fucking my hole and said he had taken T all day and will piss up my hole. Again I felt the warm and tingling sensation. Tied spread eagle to the sling I could not move as two more guys pissed up my hole giving me more T sending my head spinning The sling chains were making noise; instead of being released the front of the sling was being raised at an angle. A light in the distance was turned on, giving a bit more light. I could see a guy taking a large scoop of Crisco and spreading around and in my hole. It felt cool and nice. A pipe appeared in front of my mouth and my balls were squeezed so I inhaled deep and was told to hold it for 30 seconds. This was repeated 3 or 4 times. The smile returned to my face as capsules filled with T was given to each nostril. I was getting off being told what a pig I was as 2 wet popper balls entered my nose again. I opened my mouth wide trying catch a fresh breath of air, but a rubber ball with a strap was placed in my mouth and strapped around my head. This made sure I inhaled poppers with each breath. I could see the grin by the guy smearing large amounts of Crisco and J-Lube from a bottle on my hole. He was grinning as he was lubing his hands and arms. My butt was angled down so he could push straight and up as the sling swayed upwards. I was flying enjoying his fingers. He was telling me to let loose, relax, let the body take it. He was going deep and the poppers were beyond belief. My hole was opening up as he was so gentle. I did not notice he was all the way to the elbow and a bit further as the sling swayed towards him. Others egged him on to fist the pig which turned me on. Pressure increased, but not as before, but I still gasped as his second fist entered my ass. My breathing was very heavy as new wet popper balls were added to each nostril. These popper balls were thicker and stretched my nostrils. Almost immediately my body was bucking and humping his fists. He took this as a signal to give me more. My tits and nipples were being pulled on harder than ever. Of course the guys around were calling me pig, slut pig, cunt, fucking pig whore. I was being punched fisted with two fists and with each sway of the sling my hole accepted more and more of double fisting and my nipples hurt from the stretching. Eventually, my hole gave up resistance and my hole accepted the double fisting with sloppy sounds with each thrust. The noise from farting air, sloppy lube sounds were turning me on and all I could do was moan and meet each thrust. The sling was moving quickly back and forth, as my hole was being abused. My ass was stretching wider as the motion of the sling forced the double fists further in my ass. The onslaught finally stopped and my hole gaped open. Lighters were used to get a good look. I laid my head back, breathing poppers slowly in and closed my eyes. The long haired tattooed guy came back, fingered my sloppy hole, and inserted his fist easily without resistance and he slid his cock along side is hand. He held his cock in my hole while he pissed in my ass while others watched. The Sales clerk was there who whispered in my ear, that I was incredible. The lights came on and he announced it was 4:00 and the bar is closed. A few guys complained, but all slowly went upstairs. I was still hooked in the sling and closed my eyes and enjoyed being naked spread eagle and feeling cool air on my gaping hole. I found out later the sales clerk said he was my master to the guys upstairs and would have a private after hours party for only kinky dominate guys. In essence he pimped me out for $50 for each person that wanted to party. The guys that stayed went into the shop for supplies and come down the stairs. Six guys entered the lit darkroom wearing black rubber masks totally naked. The lights were dimmed, but I could see pretty well, and they looked hot as hell. The clerk came over to me. He also looked hot in the black rubber mask, and said from now on to call him master and I was his slave, who will do anything he says or he would punish me. I said yes master. He unhooked me from the sling, and helped me up. I was shaky, piss and lube was running out of my ass. I was led over to the bed where larger dildo´s awaited my ass. One was very tall, 20inches and 3 inches wide at the top and quickly went to 4 and then 5 inches. I was told to bend over as more lube was added. The dildo was on the floor as I then kneeled on it accepting the upper 3inch wider part easily. I was given a blind fold and left there for a few minutes. I heard the guys tell me to rock up and down, which I slowly did, but only 1 or inches went in and out. My master told me to hold out my arms. I heard other guys light lighters and snort which I assumed was for some T. Master told me I would be buzzing now as I felt a prick in my arm. The rush hit me quickly. A very strong warm sensation, which made we expel my breath. I felt more relaxed and horny than before. The blindfold came off and I heard my Master say to start filming. Here I was, six guys horned up, wearing black rubber masks and me on a fat dildo. As a final touch wet cotton popper balls were stuffed in my nose. Once the rush hit I was humping the dildo, grunting, trying to slide as much as I could down the dildo. The poppers were making my body buck up and down. A cock was stuffed in my mouth which I sucked noisily, gagging as it hit my throat. My mouth switched from cock to cock, grunting. They called me piggy names and I loved it, all the while the dildo was going deeper which I never noticed. Hands would hold the back of my head and they would gag me and throat fuck me. Two guys were fucking the guys I was sucking from behind, hot cum shot in my mouth and Master said to open my mouth to show the cum while they filmed me swallowing. One guy shot his load in the guys ass, and my Master said to eat the load out of the ass. I was grunting like a pig, as a shit covered cock was placed in front of me. I hesitated to suck it as a flogger from my master hit my backside. My mouth opened and the shit covered cock was pushed in. My lips wrapped around the shaft, it tasted bitter, as I cleaned it thoroughly, licking it clean. A hairy ass appeared which smelled of shit and I could see brown smear in the crack. My tongue was out of my mouth ready as I felt a hand on the back of my head pushing me between the dirty hairy crack. The popper balls in my nose hid the smell as I licked deep into the hole. Shit was on my mouth cheeks and chin as I looked up and closed my eyes as hot piss washed my face and I drank as much as I could to wash down any shit in my mouth. I was kneeling as my legs were pulled up and out in front of me. I screamed as my full weight was now on the dildo forcing my hole wider and I slide 5 inches down the shaft. My butt was stretched 5 inches wide and 15 inches deep. The guys were yelling for me to take it, and additional wet popper balls were added in my nose. I was smiling and wiggling my ass as the last inches went in. It was incredible feeling. I was a bit delirious as my Master laid me back on the bed which has plastic sheets. I laid back and the dildo would ease out a few inches, but a masked guy would slide it back in place. My legs were pushed over my head and spread wide apart. A rope from the ceiling came down to tie my legs over my head keeping my ass exposed which was stretched wide with the fully inserted dildo. My Master told one of the guys to go into the store and get the display dildo which he uses as a door stopper. In the meantime the tattooed guy was squatting over my face. I could see his puckered hole and heard the farting as his hole slowly opened. My mouth was open wide as he eased shit out which landed in the back of my throat. I hesitated to swallow until, master hit me with the flogger, but some still eased from my lips to the side of the bed. Master switched punishments and tied my balls tight with a ball stretcher. My balls were compacted and exposed which he abused until I started swallowing shit directly and quickly. The faster I swallowed the less I tasted. The display dildo has a rounded top which was a good 5inches wide, and widened to 6 and 7 inches and was tall as a table; I do not think it was meant to be used as a dildo. Master pulled the dildo out of my ass. It left a huge gaping hole. He asked if anyone need to piss and 3 guys proceeded to piss in my gaping hole. I was more than high and the T piss just added to it. More lube was added to my hole; my hole gave little resistance to my master piston fisting and double fisting me as a warm up for the display dildo. He held the massive dildo with both hands and placed the dildo at my hole and pushed forward and I pushed out, when I stopped pushing out it went in a few centimeters. Other guys were rubbing my stomach, pulling my nipples; the stretch in my hole was not painful, as I was totally relaxed from T and loose. I would grunt and push out numerous times as my master kept the pressure on. The guys were quiet as my hole stretched wider. I totally relaxed my legs apart as the massive dildo was moved 3 inches forward and back. One of the masked guys took the back end of the dildo while my Master kneeled over me with his balls and cock on my nose. I could see his hole puckering as a fart exited. My tongue licked his asshole as he squeezed out a long thick hard log. My mouth opened wide, and the shit filled it completely. He put more popper balls in my nose and told me to bite it off. I sucked on the warm log and bite it and chewed as fast as possible and swallowed a large amount. My legs were still tied wide and back over my head, the massive dildo was rocking back and forth 3-5inches in and out. My hole was adjusting while guys were filming, petting my cock and balls, petting and licking my nipples. Master said good slave while I swallowed the first part of the log and gently patted my forehead and said good slave as my mouth opened for more shit. The tattooed guy mixed a hard T slam which further sent me to the edge. Master got up, picked some shit off the plastic, put it in my open mouth and inserted the rubber ball gag in my mouth and strapped it around my head. He ordered the guys to untie me and pick me up and make sure the dildo stays in my ass, which was only 6 inches in me, to the sling. He turned the music up, gave me more popper balls, and tied my legs spread apart and hands to the sling. The dildo was crotch height and Master held it there as a big strap-on. He moved his hips back and forward, the sling swayed back and forth, my weight in the sling made it come backwards quickly which Master pushed against sending the dildo further in my hole and the sling rocking forward. I was grunting loud and the guys were yelling to take it. My eyes were large; the rubber gag forced me to breathe through the wet popper balls, with each deep breath I was sent to popper heaven. My hole stretched further as the fucking rhythm was increased. Sloppy noises were coming from my ass as he took it all out and forced it back in. My hole stayed gaped open for each thrust. My hole was being ruined and I was enjoying the perversion of it. The party was soon over as I lay still, tired, in the sling. Guys were leaving; I was untied, and helped to stand up. My master brought a bucket of water and gave me a sponge bath. It felt nice as the warm water washed my body from head to toe. My butt was still gaping since I could feel the sponge dropping in my hole as it passed over it. I walked slowly upstairs to put on my jeans and shirt. The tattooed guy, whose name was Jim, was still there and said he, lived around the corner where I could rest. I agreed and was soon at his apartment and on the bed lying on my stomach, resting my head on the pillow. The T was still making me relax and I enjoyed Jim massaging my shoulders, back, butt and legs. His hand would pass over my hole and I would wiggle my ass and moan. His fingers reached my hole and my butt lifted upwards signaling him to enter my ass. We stayed in bed for the rest of the day massaging my hole. At some point Jim was on his stomach, my face was deep in his crack placing my lips around his asshole, he was moaning, and the more I sucked he knew what I wanted as shit eased out. I kept my face in his crack and ate his entire load. Our lives changed as I am a slave to two dominate perverted masters. They keep my hole stretched which is now has a 3 inch long slit like a pussy and my diet contains daily shit. I look forward to each day offering my ass and mouth for them to use.

The other night in Dirty Dicks Amsterdam, and the Eagle. Took 9 loads in all. 13 cocks up my hole. All RAW.

I've been single almost the last 5 years and have happily spent most of my adult life single. I'm in a place where it would be great to have a partner, but it's hard finding guys to date...I don't live in London (an hour train ride away, so not far), I only fuck bare and don't drink or use drugs and am not interested in a monogamous relationship, so that all narrows the field down considerably. I don't need a relationship to validate myself, so I'm not going to settle. But hoping to one day meet a cute lil barebacking bottom that doesn't need chems to get piggy and who will let me whore his ass out, or chill with me on the sofa after a great meal, watching the Walking Dead as I knit him some socks...and if I need a pee break, he'll be down on his knees, mouth open...

Met this daddy on A4a who said he was visiting and wanted to make a faceless video for xtube. I went to his hotel room and he gave me his load. Forgot to ask about his status

Thank you for sharing this with us. In the late 90s, when AIDS stopped being the death sentence that it had been before, I was still in kindergarten. So I never had the chance to experience the intensity that sex must have had at a time when having sex was still a question of life and death. I think thanks to this post I've got a way better understanding of it now. But even though I haven't witnessed those times myself, I can still relate to the way the AIDS-deformed body of this man fascinated you. Something very similar happened to me, too. During one of my first visits to a gay bathhouse, I was taking a shower in a small tiled room that was more like a mere niche with two shower heads on one wall and two more on the opposite one, when a man squeezed in next to me to take a shower as well. He looked very much like the guy you described: from the thin, veiny arms and legs to the hollow cheeks and sunken eyes. I had noticed him before: I felt like he was following me around and he even tried to make eye contact a couple of times. But I'd always taken to my heels - the intensity of his stare scared me to death. So here we were, jammed together in this small shower room and the only way out would have been to squeeze past his deformed body. At least he was facing the wall, squeezing shampoo into his cupped palm. I was counting his vertebrae when he suddenly turned around, allowing me the first unconcealed view of his front without a towel around his waist. Maybe it was due to the emaciation of his frail body or the contrast to his thin limbs, but maybe it was just plain huge: anyway, the man's cock looked monstrous to me. And I couldn't stop staring at it. Thank God he was busy shampooing his hair, lather all over his head, so he wasn't likely to catch me looking at this fat, uncut monster. At least that's what I thought. More probably he was all too aware of my eyes roaming over his skinny body, inevitably drawn back to his huge dick again and again. At least the cock itself seemed to feel my eyes on it - it started filling out, getting thicker by the second, the veins popping out even more, the foreskin pulled back halfway over the purple, arrow-shaped cockhead, the cock itself jerking slightly, swaying slowly from side to side. When I finally managed to tear my eyes away from this fascinating little show unfolding in front of me, I realized that I had been watched myself. The man's piercing stare seemed to be looking right through me. "Wanna touch it?", he whispered in a husky voice. Back then all I could think about was getting away, so I grabbed my towel and ran, almost slipping on the wet tiled floor. But later, safe behind the locked door of the room I had rented, I jerked off furiously, imagining what might have happened if I had just reached out and touched this impressive specimen of manhood...

Going to the park wasn't a conscious choice. i was pulled there by need. It was like my body wanted to slut out more and sought for further infection. I walked passed the park restaurant and through the tunnel. This park always feels scary. it has that New York City vibe where you never feel safe and anything can happen to you. But that fear is a ferocious driving force to explore and to to have sex that shocks me. I walked through the regular path. It was dark and the lamps are out around here making it easy to become a cruising spot. the little light that is around is from a distant lamp that messes with your night vision making any incoming person seem like just a silhouette until their too close to avoid. I saw a few guys around, all of them older latino or black. This dominican older guy saw me and tried talking to me in spanish. I speak spanish but i always fake like i dont in these scenarios. He wanted to suck my cock so i pulled it out and he instantly went down on me. His mouth was awesome. he was a great cock sucker and i just leaned back against the tree taking hits of my poppers as he sucked me good and wet and slow. Guys kept passing by and watching me get my cock sucked by this older man. He was going to town really throating it. I was hard as a rock and face fucked him making him gag and wretch, his neck veins bulging. This thug guy was watching us jerking off. He had been lingering for a while saying nothing, not indicating he wanted the any sort of physical interaction just to watch. he was tall and black with baggy jeans and a long hard black dick. Having come to the park to take loads I pulled the older dominican guy off my cock with some resistance from him. He looked sad to be told to stp, but i wanted to suck cock, i wanted to take a raw load from this thug man. I walked over to him and dropped to my knees and started sucking. He didnt say a word just moved his hand to give me access. His cock was poking out the fly of his jeans and he had his earphones in listening to JZ. he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the long throat massage I was giving him. here i was on my knees in the middle of a NYC park sucking a strange thug cock with my pants down ass exposed to anyone who was walking by. I fucking loved it. i felt so slutty so open and free. I hit the poppers and kept sucking him like a faggot using my mouth to please this man who didnt even acknowledge me as a person, he never looked in my eyes. I could feel the older dominican man watching me staring as i sucked this cock. I heard someone walk by me but never looked. the guy saw a young white boy sucking on a random black cock. I wanted to feel him in my ass so i stood up and guided his cock to my hole. He thrust in me in one fell swoop and i was instantly in pain. I fucked myself onto him hard, roughing my own hole up trying to get him in as deep as he would go. I felt his balls against my own they hung so low. Then i wrapped my arms around the tree and let him fuck me. He rammed me hard and deep. He just fucked and fucked hard pulling his cock almost all the way out and then slamming it back in over and over again. I just held onto that tree for dear life letting him have his way with my slutty ass. More men showed up and they all just watched me. I smiled at them ass getting fucked raw from behind arms around the tree, face getting scraped by the bark. They all watched me be a whore for raw cock taking it like a champ. Some guys came over to see from the side and then realized i was taking him bareback. this one guy was shocked and looked at me in awe and disgust. He said "but you're so young!" and i just smiled at him taking that cock. I never felt so slutty! I loved it. All those times at the gloryholes were so private so alone. this was putting it out there telling everyone that i was a public cum dump for anon loads in a NYC park and I loved it. It was the lowest i've ever gone in terms of feeling like a diseased bitch. I loved the feeling of being owned by anyone openly. I wanted this to be my life forever. Then i felt him shudder and i knew he was cumming in my ass. I fucked myself against him and took every drop of that load adding his spunk with the wasted poz latino daddy i just took bouncing my hole against him milking it dry. He slid off me and I turned around and showed my audience my dripping hole. One guy stuck his finger in me hard and pushed it in deep and rough. He finger fucked me for a bit until another slid in me raw. His cock was thick and not insanely long at all maybe 6.5 inches but it stretched me out goos and he hurt me already throbbing boy hole. He leaned in and started calling me names "You fucking sick faggot. Take that nasty cock boy, you're just a faggot hole showing off that beautiful cunt letting these guys know you're just a cumdump." "Yeeeessss" i said has he fucked me. He stick his fingers in my hole with his cock and still inside and stretched me more. He shoved them in my mouth and slapped my ass. there must have been 6 or 7 guys watching me take this guy raw, hearing what he was calling me and stroking their cocks. "Here i cum boy another load for this sloppy faggot hole" "Yes fill me man, shoot that load in my ass man. You poz man??" I asked eagerly wanting to hear him say it. "Yeah boy take that fucking sick load, take my disease man, im fucking killing you with this AIDS man!" he said loud enough for my onlookers to see. And I smiled at them saying "yes man give it to me fuck that death seed into my ass." I kept pumping until he was done and when he pulled out i got on my knees and sucked him clean. "Fucking faggot!" he said and he slapped my face hard and spit on me. I bent over with his load dripping from my cunt and fingered my it deeper into my hole. I left his spit on my stinging face while the men watched this sick slut. When i realized there were no new takers I pulled up my sweats and went home. I slept letting the random loads ooze from my hole. I felt so proud of myself. I have definitely become a poz load taking whore. And I cant stop. I know this will end me one day but I love it too much to stop.

It was late spring Sunday afternoon in 2001, and I had been away with work for almost an entire week. I was tired, and in need of a shower after a long flight when I got back to my apartment, but instead of hitting the shower, I went straight for gay.com. My inbox was empty, and I was about to log off when an instant message popped up - it was Doug. Doug and I had met online about a year ago, and truly hit it off... conversationally, that is. He was a very good looking, if you were into daddy types. He was also a 57, tall, sexy eyes, nice, strong body with a hint of a pot belly, and TOP. I had never been fucked before, but had been fantasizing about it for years, and knew I was a bottom. I was up front and told him I had never been fucked and that I wanted my first time to be with someone special... and raw. His profile was very clear about the fact that he was HIV+ and hated condoms. And that's how it went for over a year: I liked him, and he liked me, but we would just be friends, because he was POZ, I was NEG. I'd always tell him "it's too bad you're poz because..." and I'd finish with something completely stupid, and he'd always say something like "I would never bareback you" because of some BS propriety or political correctness. Somehow though, whenever we chatted online or on the phone, we ended up talking about barebacking and how powerful and intimate it is to be bred with another man's load. But it was. "Hi Kriss!" his message said. For some reason he always spelled it wrong, but for some reason it didn't bother me a bit. "Hi Doug!" we chatted and he asked if I would ever want to meet. "We've been talking for over a year, and I think it'd be nice to finally meet. I really like you Kriss" I declined and said I was tired, and needed a shower, and a bed. That's when he said "I have both. Why not come by just for a drink? Besides it would be nice to finally meet who it is I've been talking to for a year" I caved. I DID like him and had fantasized being fucked by him HUNDREDS of times, but I also knew nothing would happen. He was POZ, after all and I was neg. It was already dark, and what was usually a five minute drive seemed to take 20 minutes due to some mishap on the road. The slow traffic gave me time to think about all the times we had told me how much he loved to be inside a man raw and give him his load, and how he knew I would know what he meant when I met the right man. I was rock hard by the time I had pulled up at his address. He'd told me he would be waiting outside because the buzzer to his apartment was broken. I saw him from far away and couldn't help but think he was every bit as hot as I had made him out to be in my mind, and more. As I walked towards him in the dimly lit parking lot, I saw him smile, and suddenly became very self-conscious at the wet spot my still-hard and leaking cock had made on my jeans. I blushed and looked down sheepishly and he smiled broadly, opened his arms, wrapped his strong arms around me, then lifted my chin to look into my eyes and said "Hi Kriss... we finally meet!" And promptly deeply kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth and gently swabbed my own as though to say "I've been expecting you." I threw my arms around his neck, pressed up against him and again became aware of how badly my cock was leaking for this man. The beautiful kiss lasted a while and when he withdrew, he smiled, and slid his hands down my chest to the front of my jeans and said "let's get you out of these sticky jeans and take care of you." The ride up the elevator seemed to take forever; I was weak kneed from the kiss, but also nervous, not knowing was going on. Was this going to be a purely social exchange? Purely sexual? Or a combination of both? I was aching inside because of what I knew I wanted, and finally meeting this amazing daddy-type man, but again, nothing could happen because he was POZ and I was neg. As he closed the door to his apartment behind us we kissed deeply again. This time he was more forceful. His strong hands grabbed my ass as he pushed me against his door and invaded my mouth with his tongue. Outside his kiss was welcoming and friendly. His tongue was now exploring my mouth. I was taken aback but for every degree of nervousness, it seemed there was like measure of blood rushing towards my engorged cock. This man wanted me, and I wanted him. I fell to my knees in front of him and deftly undid his belt buckle and button fly to reveal his majestic daddy cock. It was not yet fully hard but it was rapidly rising under my gaze. As I opened my mouth, I glanced-up at Doug. His eyes ordered me to swallow him whole. As his cockhead disappeared into my gullet, I saw his eyes roll back as I wrapped my lips and tongue around his veiny shaft and slid my head towards him. However, before I reached the root of his shaft, he stopped me and said "let's get more comfortable." We disrobed and I eyed him up and down, seeing a strong chest and round abs, his legs were strong too, and his entire body was, in a way I'd never seen before, very vascular. In a word he was beautiful. He sat me down on his couch and took his spot in front of me and said "Now, I want you to show me how much you like sucking daddy's cock." He slowly pulled my head back onto his now fully hard cock. I obliged and swirled my tongue around every bit of him until he buried his cock deep in my throat. I felt his head pop past my tonsils and the taste of his precum suddenly sprang to life in my mouth, complemented by the manly smell of his bush. As I was about to begin gagging he withdrew again and bent down to kiss me. Harder even then last time he invaded my mouth and throat with his tongue, letting me know he was in charge, and that I wasn't in control of the situation. That was true, but I also knew that I was in control of my actions. We both knew nothing could happen, because after all he was POZ and I was neg. Suddenly, in one motion, I felt his hands lock around my ankles as he pulled me onto my back, and saying "Daddy Douglas likes boy precum," he bore down on my cock again and again. Even as I trembled from the beautiful blowjob I was becoming increasingly nervous. His hands held me pinned, spread-eagle as he stopped sucking my cock and felt his wet lips and tongue slide over my full balls down towards my hole. Even as he stretched my legs apart wider than I knew they could go, his hands slid down my legs towards my ass. Doug looked hungry and determined as his hands pried apart my ass to reveal my virgin hole. I saw in him a weakness for my hole, as though it was something he needed, not wanted. That's when I felt his beard against my cheeks and his wet tongue caress against my hole. I had never experienced being rimmed, but needless to say it didn't take getting used to. I was in ecstasy as he worked ate my virgin ass. My cock heaved and throbbed as his tongue slid further and further into my hole. I was beyond thought - I was in another universe, and couldn't imagine going back to life before that first instant when I felt his fingers join his tongue inside me. I gasped for a brief second of pain, but soon was writhing in pleasure again. Doug resumed my inaugural rim-job as I suddenly realized my legs were lowering. He looked up at me as though wondering what was going on. In truth I didn't really know myself. As though in a trance, I took his hand and lead him directly into his bedroom, not knowing his apartment but somehow sensing that was where we needed to be. I climbed atop his bed on all fours and buried my face in his pillows. I didn't look back, nor did I have to wait to see that Doug was climbing behind me. He knocked my knees apart with his knees, spreading me wide. I felt his hands ever so gently steady my hips as, for the first time, I felt his cock head touch my freshly rimmed hole. That jolted me out of my submissive state as I became overwhelmed with fear. What was I doing? I was neg and Doug was POZ! Sensing my sudden change the gentle hands on my hips became like vise-grips as he folded down onto my back. He grabbed my wrists, and suddenly I realized that I was completely under his control. Doug whispered into my ear "Don't fight this, Kriss" which was exactly what I did. I panicked as I felt the pressure of his thick cock head increase as he bore down on my hole, his body controlling my range of motion, and as he was much bigger and stronger, my resistance was essentially futile. "It's been a year, Kriss" he whispered and licked my ear. His cock continued his advance into my hole ever so slowly. "I know what you want Kriss," he hissed "you're just afraid to come out and say it." "No" I cried, acutely aware his advance into my body wasn't stopping. At this point I could feel his whole head inside me, and my eyes were wide open as tears streamed onto his pillow as I tried in vain to escape my fate. I could only think of him as some kind of poison, something sinister. I betrayed what I had fantasized about so many times. "You know you want it Kriss. You've always wanted it" he whispered in my ear again. "But you're POZ, I'm neg!!" I whimpered, to which he replied "There's no poz and neg here Kriss, only me and you." I suddenly stopped panicking as I felt Doug let go of my wrists slowly and pull his cock head from my nearly open hole. A sudden and unnatural moment of loneliness came over me, then immediately subsided as again I felt his gentle but firm hands on my hips. The sudden emptiness I felt made me gently back onto his cock head which I could feel waiting for me. Slowly he began to push and the hard leaky cock I had when I arrived was back. I felt him push harder and harder until, in an instant, I felt myself relax thought and Doug's waiting POZ cock slid deep inside me. He held my hips, raw cock buried inside my guts for what seemed like hours. I had never felt so complete in my life, and wanted to experience every bit of his vein-laden shaft. I was still nervous but in a new world now as I felt his hips begin to rock back and forth. Finally I felt a man's cock so deep inside my hole, felt it withdraw completely, and plunging right back into me. I could feel Doug's cock plowing into my tightness. "Fuck yeah" I heard him moan as he continued to grind in and out of me. With each stroke, he picked up pace, ramming me with increasing regularity and force. I became more excited as his low-hanging balls began to slap, something I'd heard and seen before in porn, but never actually heard. I began to buck back to meet his thrusts, sweating profusely, just as he was. Suddenly he pushed my neck and face back into the pillow and lay down flat on my back. Panting and barely able to make out words, he said in my ear "Kriss, tell Daddy what you want." "Fuck me.... fuck me.... fuck me... fuck me" I moaned as he pounded ever harder into my now well-tenderized hole. Again he hissed "Tell me what you want, Kriss." "Fuck me harder Daddy! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!" I moaned over and over. "Tell me Kriss. Tell me you want Daddy's POZ cum. Tell me, Kriss!" he hissed again. "Breed me Daddy!" I moaned "Give me that POZ load!" Doug instantly began mercilessly slamming into me, as I felt his hard poison shaft thicken and tear deeper and deeper into my guts. I hadn't realized it was possible to be so violently entered, yet feel so much like a man."Take... this... POZ... load... Kriss" he growled into my ear through his panting and gasping for breath, and with one final thrust, buried his shaft deep inside me, tightened his grip on me, and, as I felt every muscle in his body lock-up, his cock spasmed, sending rope after rope of his POZ seed into my body. I could feel a warmth inside my ass that felt so erotic and forbidden, my cock instantly began unloading my neg load into the sheets below me, only to finish and be outlasted by Doug's climax that was just beginning to taper off. The warmth I felt inside with the first blasts of cum now became a scalding fire as Daddy's cock again began to slowly piston in and out of my ass. His pulsating cock softened just slightly, making me realize just how tender my hole was, and allowing his cum to start leaking out as he continued to work his load into my guts. He had collapsed on me but I felt safe under his weight. His cock finally sliding out of me, as he drifted to sleep, I felt my hole close up, and trapping my first POZ load inside my body. As we lay together I wondered whether I was just another fuck, or if it meant something more to him. After all, he was POZ... and now, I was also.

==== Cum Courier ==== A few days ago, I hooked-up with this guy online. His picture was amazing; massively muscled chest and shoulders and a great-looking bulge. He didn't send me any pics of his cock but said that I wouldn't be disappointed. I was feeling really horny as I had been visiting family for a week so hadn't even had a wank, let alone got off with someone and it was only 11am. His name was Gareth and he invited me over for a drink and a shag. I said yes straight away; I'm a slim guy and don't usually get muscle-men interested in me, especially one as big as he seemed to be, so I showered and dressed in a jockstrap, tight jeans and a white T-shirt and then caught the bus over to his place which was about half an hour away. The day was boiling hot and I was already feeling horny just from the heat. Arriving at his door, I rang the bell and waited nervously for him to answer. The door opened and there he stood; his pics hadn't done him justice. He was huge! He was wearing a very tight muscle-shirt and tiny cotton shorts, which barely contained a hugely thick cock with massive, heavy balls. His chest was massive with really big nipples showing through the thin cotton of his shirt. Blue eyes and a great smile made him look like a god. "Hey Paul" he said extending one massive fist to shake my hand. "Come on in. Fancy a beer?" We went into his lounge where a screen was showing a video from Treasure Island. He told me to have a seat whilst he went into the kitchen to get the beers. Returning, he handed me a can of Red Stripe and sat next to me. "Look, before we do anything, there's something you should know" he said, taking a swig of the beer. "I only do bareback and I'm very verbal. I'm going to breed my hot seed deep inside your ass and I want you to know it." He put a hand on my leg and looked at me. "Any problems?" "No" I said. "But I want to take your cock in a particlar way." "Hmm. OK. How?" he smiled. "I want to be on my back with my legs around your huge bod and I want to chew your tits when you shoot." As I said this, I noticed his cock hardening in the shorts. "I think we're going to get on just fine!" he said, flashing a smile at me. He took my hand and guided it to his rapidly swelling bulge. I rubbed it hard and he groaned, the material was stretched thin across his cock and I could feel that it was a real monster. He stood up and shucked the shorts off, exposing the most massive piece of meat I'd ever seen. It was so thick that I couldn't get my hand around it at all, and so long that I gasped. He picked a tape-measure off the table where he'd put his beer. "Want to measure it?" he said, grinning wickedly. I took the tape measure and placed the end against his body, rolling it out to the end of his cock. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "Fourteen inches... Wow!" He took the tape out of my hand and wrapped it around his girth. It was nine inches around. I looked up at him, face flushing with desire and before I could stop myself, dropped to me knees and tried to fit as much of his beautiful cock into my mouth as I could. "Fuck, you're enormous" I whispered as his big hands steadied my head against his meat. He let me suck him for a bit then swiftly spun me around, threw me to my knees and mounted me. The pain was incredible; I hadn't been fucked for ages and he was massive, but after a hit on my poppers, I started to enjoy taking his massive cock. "I'm really gonna seed that hole" he said, moving deep inside me. "I'm gonna blow my three-day load up inside you and I cum a LOT!" As he said this, I could feel his excitement build and his cock started to spasm inside me. "Tell me you want it, you cum whore!" he shouted. "I do, I do. I want your enormous load shot deep inside me, give me your cum, breed my sloppy cunt..." He started to breathe more heavily and remembering what really turned me on, picked me up still impaled on his cock and lay me on my back. He lowered his massive chest to my face and I sucked one of his bullet-nipples into my mouth. "Oh yeah!" he cried, forcing more of his cock into my hole and more of his nipple into my mouth. "Suck on those big tits!" I tightened my ass around his hole. "Oh, fuck, I don't believe it! I'm gonna cum" he said. My mouth went for his other nipple and sucked as much of the nipple and the muscular pec into my mouth as I could manage. "You fucking little cum whore!" he shouted. "You're gonna get my huge load bareback. I'm not wearing a rubber, I'm gonna breed your hole, I'm gonna pump my massive load deep inside you. My DNA's gonna mix with yours. I'm fucking knocking you up!" As he shouted this, I felt his cock pump what seemed like half a pint of very hot spunk into me. I sucked harder on his tits and felt another six or seven spurts of his cum flood my ass. I went to touch my own cock but he pushed my hand away and reversing our positions, pulled me on top of him, his amazing cock still buried inside me. We lay there a few moments then he got to his feet and smiled at me. "Wow! That was one hot fuck. Give me a few minutes and I can go again." "Really?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah, but I'm really thirsty and out of beers. Can you just go down to the corner shop whilst I take a breather?" "Sure, I'll just get cleaned up a bit." I replied, gently fingering my hole which was beginning to leak cum. "Don't" he said, picking me up so I was standing. He handed me my jeans and helped me pull them on. "But your load was so big!" I argued. "Don't worry, the shop's just down the street. You'll be OK." I put the rest of my clothes on and started to leave. "Hey" he called. "Ask for St Pierre. It's my favourite beer." With that, he handed me a tenner and let me out, pointing in the direction of the store. A few minutes later I was in the local shop, scanning the beers in the fridge and on the shelves. I'd never heard of St Pierre so asked the tall, blonde Polish guy behind the counter. "Sure I've got that but we don't get much call for it so it's in the store-room." He started towards the door at the back. "You'd better give me a hand" he said. As I followed him into the back, I admired his tight-fitting jeans and the back of his wide neck. As soon as we got inside the store-room, he pulled the door shut. "St Pierre" he said, nodding. "The only person I know who asks for that is Gareth down the road." "Yeah, it's for him" I answered. He put his hand on his crotch and squeezed. "So, has he knocked you up? Has he pumped his load up inside you? I bet he has, hasn't he. You're probably full of his cum right now!" He pushed me up against the wall and began to unbutton my jeans. "God, I love it when he sends over one of his shags, filled with his spunk for me to swallow." He pulled my jeans down, lay down on the floor and pulled my ass down onto his face. "Relax" he said, tongueing my hole. "Give up that load and you can have mine in return!" I relaxed a little and felt the cum load begin to dribble out of my ass. His slurping tongue was really turning me on, and the knowledge that he wanted to shoot inside me, to mix his cum with Gareth's was making me hard. I loosened up a bit more a a ******* of warm seed ran out of my hole directly into his mouth. He pushed me away and got up, then unzipping his jeans, took out his extremely hard cock. It wasn't as big as Gareth's but it was still pretty big. I dropped my jeans and turned around, presenting him with my sloppy hole. He rubbed it into the spunk still dripping from my ass and then began to push it into me. I relaxed and he gasped as my hole suddenly sucked him in deep. "Fucking hell! You're hole's so sloppy and wet, I'm gonna cum really quickly!" he breathed, pressing his swollen head deep into me. "You want my cum?" he asked, sweat dripping from his face as he pounded my hole. "Oh yeah, I want your big load. Breed my cunt with that big meat, fucking shoot that spunk load deep inside me. Breed my hole. Seed me!" I cried, and with a yell, he unloaded inside me. I thought Gareth had a big load, but this guy's just didn't seem to stop! He fucked my raw hole for ages, spurting fresh spunk into my already well-used hole. Just as I thought he'd finished, he gave another yell and I could feel more spunk spurt into me. He finished, and stood dazed for a moment, then reached up to a shelf and with one quick move, pulled out his cock and replaced it with a butt plug. "That'll keep the spunk up there for a bit" he said. giving it a final push into my swollen hole. "Wow! You really know how to drain a guy!" He smiled at me and pulled on his clothes. I did the same and he reached up for a six-pack of beer. "Here you go. No charge!" "Thanks" I said, stroking his smooth abs. "That was an amazing fuck!" "Yeah, well I like sloppy seconds." he replied. "Now, if you're really getting into this, perhaps you should drop by at number twenty-six. It's a few doors before Gareth's place, on the way back from here. My boyfriend's there and feeling really horny. You like older guys?" I nodded. "He's fifty-three, really built with a beard and the biggest siliconed balls you've ever seen. Sound good?" "Yes" I said, already looking forward to it. "Ring the bell, tell him that Marek sent you and that you need another few loads to take back to Gareth. He's got some friends around at the moment so if you want to be gang-fucked, you probably will." He unlocked the door and let me out. As I walked through the shop, my head was reeling and my heart beating really fast. I'd just been fucked by two guys, was about to get gang-banged and had't even shot a load of my own yet. As I walked down the street, I could feel the base of the butt plug pressing against my jeans and it was keeping me rock hard. At number twenty-six, I rang the bell and waited for it to be answered. After a few minutes I rang again, leaning harder on the buzzer. I heard a door opening inside and through the glass saw someone approaching the door. As the door opened, I felt the blood rise to my face. The guy was a real muscle-bear; beard, huge shoulders and a sexy smile and all he was wearing was a pair of shorts showing a bulge that was about the size of a melon. "Hey Paul" he said. "Hey!" I replied, wondering how he knew my name. "Come into the bedroom. I've a few friends around and they're getting really horned up." Before I could help myself, I grabbed his huge balls with my hands and dropped to my knees, inhaling his scent through the thin cotton. "Not in the doorway!" he said, hauling me me to my feet. I apologised, but couldn't take my eyes of his bulge. He led the way into the house, and in the bedroom I saw three other, older but really good looking, very hung men standing around a sling. I dropped my jeans, shrugged off the T-shirt and jumped into the sling. Immediately, the first guy pushed his hand between my ass cheeks, pulled out the butt-plug and replaced it with his cock. After only three strokes, he yelled and began to pump spunk into me. I relaxed and let him breed me. He didn't last for long, but as soon as he pulled out, another guy was ready and pushed his hard meat into me. This guy had a short cock but it was nice and heavy. "I can feel that spunk sliding over my dick" he grunted. "You fucking little cum-whore, you're a fucking little spunk hole just waiting to be bred!" As he talked, his cock got harder and I squeezed my hole around his cock. "Fucking little cock-jockey" he grunted. "Can't wait to get cock inside you, can't wait to get bred by big guys shooting their loads into your ass!" As he said this, he too gave a yell and unloaded into me. The third guy had been watching and stroking himself, and without a word, pushed his cock into me and shot his load, then the guy with the silicone balls approached. His cock was also siliconed and I knew he'd waited until last so that I was stretched enough to take it. As the other guys stepped back, he pushed his meat into me with both hands, ensuring no spunk dribbled out. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and began to wank himself into me, not saying a word. My hands reached for his balls and I squeezed their hugeness as he began to moan. I could tell that the first guy was fucking him from behind as he suddenly leant forward, pushed his huge hairy chest into my face and commanded me to chew his nipples. The moment my tongue touched the first one, he began to spasm into my hole, filling it to overflowing with his big sperm-load. After a few more spurts, he pulled his massive cock out slowly and quickly replaced the butt-plug in my hole. "OK" he grinned. "Now you can take those loads back to Gareth!" I got out of the sling shakily, I was so horny but I knew where I wanted to blow my load. I pulled on my clothes and the muscle-bear showed me to the door. "See you around!" he said. I walked back up the road until I reached Gareth's house. As soon as I approached the door, he opened it and pulled me inside, leading me straight into the bedroom. "So, where's the beer?" he asked. "Crap! I must have left it at..." "Number twenty-six?" he finished for me. "Excellent!" He led me to the bed and unbuttoned my jeans. Producing a funnel and a pint glass, he had me squat over it. "C'mon" he urged. "You must be full to bursting. How many loads have you got up inside you right now? Four? Five? Let's see!" I carefully pulled out the butt-plug and a ******* of hot sperm shot out of my ass and into the glass. He carefully massaged my hole and a new load spurted out. "You got any more up there?" he asked, stroking my shoulder. "I don't think so" I said, just as another powerful surge squirted out. When I had emptied most of it, he held up the glass. It was half full of mixed spunk. Handing it to me, Gareth dropped onto the bed on all fours and rammed the funnel into his ass. "Now, give it to me!" he said. I began to pour the white liquid into the funnel and his ass sucked it inside him. In a few minutes the glass was empty and he was full... almost. My cock felt like it was going to burst, I was so turned-on by what had happened to me that morning. Using the last few drops of spunk from the glass, I lubed my cock and pushed it into Gareth's filled hole. The feeling of that amount of cum on my cock was mind-blowing. I grabbed his beefy thighs and began to stroke my cock into his hot hole. Within a few minutes I literally could not hold back, and with a roar, I dumped my load in with the rest. I seemed to shoot for ages, and when I stopped, I could hardly stand. Gareth pulled me down onto the bed and wrapped his arms around me. As I stroked his muscular chest, he whispered into my ear "You like being a cum courier? Delivering all that hot sperm to me?" I nodded. "Good" he said. "Because that's just the first assignment I have for you. I'm gonna send you all over the city picking up loads for me and bringing them back so that we can share them. OK?" I smiled and replied "Fuck yes!" ****** THE END *******

2012-05-23 I had not planned on spending more that 20 or thirty minutes here, I thought to myself. Get in, get the stuff (with a little bartering), and get out. Now I was staring up at the ceiling into the mirror that my host (and meth dealer) Gary had so wisely placed above the leather sling I now found myself fastened into. The leather hood I was wearing let me see, breathe and gave others access to my mouth. The black leather is supple, and I saw myself in the mirror, the rainbow studded leather collar, harness and matching jock on my 155 lb frame; I liked what I saw, how my legs and arms were spread and tied to the sling's chains - immobile and subject to whatever would happen. I thought back to what I had met Gary three months ago, and I don't know why I was surprised this was happening to me; in the first twenty minutes after meeting him, it was obvious that he was twisted (in the good kind of way). A friend of mine, Steve, introduced me to Gary because I was having so much trouble finding a reliable source for tina. We drove to Gary's house one Friday afternoon so Steve could vouch for me when we started dealing. The first sight I had of Gary was a memorable one. He came to his front screen door dressed in his harness and chaps. He swaggered a bit, looking oh so hot as his black leather chaps framed his thick, half erect cock as it was swinging back and forth. His cock was decorated nicely with a thick shiny silver cock ring and an impressively large PA. He met my eyes and we had one of those moments when you know you're going to end up fucking. Still, I tried to keep it business, allowing Steve to do all the talking. Gary invited us downstairs to his "office" to complete our business. The "office" was a large basement room with a padded floor, a leather sling a bed, - all made more inviting by the dim red track lights which covered the whole room. He sat at a table, arranging things for the deal. I told him what I wanted and he weighed it out for me, bagged it, and then asked me if I was a cop. I laughed, and said "Hell no." He smiled at me, then said "A cop wouldn't suck my cock would he?" "No I guess, not" I laughed. He remained serious and said "Want to convince me?" Gary was sitting on a chair stoking his hardening prong as he spoke to me. I didn't know if he was really was serious or not, but I figured what the hell, and knelt between his legs and took his big tool in my mouth. The PA was clicking a little on my teeth, but I kept going. Gary was encouraging me and Steve just watched. Gary whispered in my ear that he'd give me some bonus product if I finished him off, and I eagerly agreed, and began to worship his beautiful tool, which now stood full mast at 8" long and slightly less thick than a beer can. I wasn't going anywhere. Eventually I finished him off, got the product from him and Steve and I left that day as I was the attraction at a gang bang at a local hotel (another story). A week later, I called up Gary and told him I'd like to stop by, but I'd be alone this time. He said "Sure, I'll see you when you get here." I arrived at his place 30 minutes later, and he came to the door looking much the same as last time, which made me hot for him to use that big cock of his on me again. We went down to the office again, and proceeded with the deal. Once Gary had it all weighed out, he started to hand it to me, but stopped short. "How'd you like to prove you're not a cop again?" "Absolutely" I said, kneeling down and engulfing him as he chuckled "Fucking tina whore." That turned me on incredibly - being a tweaking bottom slut with my dealer's big 8" cock in my mouth. I heard the sound of a torch being lit, and he nudged my cheek to give me a hit off his bong. Just the first thick hit of tina smoke was enough to put me at his mercy, but we kept smoking and recycling the hits to each other until we were flying pretty high. He offered me a glass of punch, saying "Drink this, it's G. You'll like it." I eagerly did whatever he told me to, drinking the G down quickly and then going back to work on his cock. His wonderfully thick dick responded quickly and he was hard as a rock in no time - no tina dick for Gary. "You like to get fucked, isn't right Jim?" he asked. "Fuck yes" I said. "I'd love it if you fucked me - I've been thinking about that for a week now." He ordered me on the bed, all fours style, and after lubing my hole with some elbow grease, slid that marvelous tool into my ass-pussy to the hilt in one motion. "Fuck yeah!" we both erupted at once. We fucked for at least an hour and a half, with Gary depositing two loads in my ass before I steadied myself to leave. "There's a little extra in the bag" he said. "See you next week, I suppose." "Great" I answered and with a little wobbliness, walked to my car. The deals with Gary had been going according to that general theme for these last three months. It even developed into a little role playing scene, like I was giving him sex for meth. I was paying, of course, but the scene of him using me as a cum dump as a payment for meth turned us both on immensely. The sex was always white hot - in our little scene he saw that I liked being called degrading names and made to feel that I was completely his to use as he wanted. He so naturally assumed the Dominant role and I the submissive one, that I truly wouldn't call it role playing. It was the first three months of one of the hottest affairs I've ever had. So here I am today, looking up at leathered and bound self, unable to get out of the sling, close my legs or keep anything from entering my mouth. I was a little uneasy, this kind of thing being new to me, but horny beyond description, my ass was tingling from the little bit of tina we'd smoked, and I wanted Gary to fill it as soon as possible. But Gary had left the room after tying me into the sling, he put a poppers soaked cotton ball in the little pouch of the hood as well; my head was swimming and I began to realize Gary had been gone nearly half an hour. I chuckled a little - why was I surprised at being on the altar here in this scarlet tinted dungeon shrine to gay piggish sex? A total slut, tied spread eagle in a sling, unable to move or even scratch my balls, smelling nothing but the amyl, and hearing nothing but fuck-me fuck-me fuck-me techno music in the room. It was all making me hornier by the second! Hell, I realized I wasn't surprised at where I was at all, but realized I loved being here - here, like this - it's just what I am. I am, and always have been a submissive bottom for tops to use and subjugate. I took my first cock at a very young age, and loved it. I just naturally love it when men use me. I love to party, take cocks bareback, get fisted, drink cum and piss and of course, am HIV+ - your typical pussy white bottom. So I was eager when I heard footsteps on the stairs finally, and I began to get excited, thinking about nothing but how I was going to give my hole and mouth completely to worship Gary's big cock. I detected more than one set of footsteps coming down the stairs. Since I had no view of the stairs, I had to wait until whoever they were came around to the foot of the sling to see them. Gary stood, his ringed and PA'ed cock protruding from his crotch, the look of it teasing my itchy hole by its absence. Two men had arrived with him. One was black and was older, maybe late forties, a big thick cock like Gary's (no PA), and moderately hairy, but naked except for his black boots red and black leather bands around his biceps, pierced nipples and lots of tats, 6'4" 230, shaved head, goatee with braids, (with an huge earring that made me think of Mr Clean); his dark brown eyes were piercing directly into mine - he smiled the smile of a conqueror. Gary later addressed him as Stick, and further identified him as his supplier from Dallas. I licked my lips as I stared back. The other man was Black-Mexican, late 30's or early 40's, 6'4, maybe 200 lbs, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses a baseball cap and a leather harness around his incredible cock (thicker than Gary's - later I'd find out it was 10" with an 8" circumference). Gary spoke first saying "This is my cunt", clearly referring to me. "He thinks he likes to get high on tina and have his sloppy slut hole and mouth used. You'll enjoy him, but first we need to teach him how to really do tina. Here cunt, drink this" handing me the usual G-laced cola. I drank it down without hesitation. With that, Mr Clean produced several orange tipped syringes full of fluid. He was an intimidating looking man, but he softened his expression and assured me as he began to swab my arm - he had a smooth voice, saying "Just stay still. You'll feel a coughing sensation, it's normal, you'll love it - wait for the ride, ok cunt?" "Yes sir," I answered. With a firm grip he steadied my right arm, fixed a tourniquet on it and uncovered the needle. He was confident and smooth, hitting a vein and drawing blood back into the syringe with one motion, then pushing the liquid into my bloodstream steadily until the rig was empty, and just as quickly slapped a bandaid over the spot as he withdrew the needle. It was my first slam ever. I can't find the words to describe what I felt like that first time; after the cough, my ears began ringing and a rush of pleasure and what I can only say is the emotional state of extreme horniness overwhelmed me; I couldn't focus my eyes, my asshole actually started to burn intensely - not with pain, but pure lust. All I wanted was cock - in my mouth, in my pussy, and over and over again. I guess the Mex-Black guy (his name was Pedro) and Gary slammed at the same time I did; as soon as Stick was finished he slammed himself. I was awash in such an intense wave of carnal desire, so willing to give myself for the pleasure of these men that I could not imagine what I would not do to please them, or to satisfy what was now a raging overpowering piggyness. I began chanting "Fuck me, please sir fuck me" over and over again. Gary stuck his cock into my mouth from above, oozing more pre-cum than I've ever seen someone put out. I greedily took his cock in my mouth, but he pushed in all the way down my throat, smiling evilly at me as he said "You're going to be my good little junkie cunt and satisfy my friends, right?" "MMMHHHMMM" was all I could utter. Gary took his cock out so I could breathe - I gagged a little but begged for more. I was flying and my hole was hungry to get fucked. Stick stood rubbing his cock on my hole's opening, jamming wads of lube up my chute and smearing lube all over my hole and butt. He said nothing to me, just looked me in the eye as he slammed his big cock into my pussy ass. Oh God, it felt so good, his thick hard cock, hot inside me and sawing in and out of my bottom faster and faster. He paused a few times, but said nothing to me. I was still swallowing Gary's cock. He held his cock in me for a few seconds then pulled it out, leaving my hole open. I began to moan and wiggle by ass in an attempt to beg for him to put it back in again. Instead, Pedro with his 10x8 monster moved in and began to fuck me silly. He got very verbal, especially about my being a shameless junkie puta for black cock and little fag who was a cum dump for real men. He slapped my ass several times, ordering me to show him how much I love his big black prick as he held still and I slid my pussy up and down his pole as the sling's pendulum motion impaled me on his beautiful cock over and over. Gary and Pedro skewered me for sometime - I have no idea how long - until Gary began to quicken his pace and shot the first load of the evening onto my belly, some of which Pedro raked immediately into my cunt. Gary fed me the rest, and kept fucking my mouth as I sucked his cock clean and swallowed his cum. "Yeah," Pedro taunted me - "fucking cum drinking pussy. You little bitch, you want some more? I'm breeding you right.....now!" And Pedro pounded my ass with violent, quick and full strokes of his 10" of manhood, shooting all of his huge load inside me, continuing to thrust as his jizz made my sloppy ass squish with every stroke. As Pedro pulled out, he moved to my mouth and had me clean his cock as Stick took his place in my ass with his big cock. He was harder than Pedro and fucked slower, using full measured thrusts as he gazed into my eyes. "You like what's happening to you, cunt?" I moaned in affirmation. Stick continued saying "Yeah, I love fucking a real true bottom like you. You love getting fucked don't you." "MMMHHHMMM," I moaned again. Once Pedro's cock was clean, he and Gary smoked a joint as Stick took his time with my ass. "Your hole feels so wide open and ready for stretching. Gary said you'd be a complete pig for getting your ass opened up. I like fucking pussies like you. It turns me on to own a pussy like you and see you take cock like a bitch. Everyone thinks you're a man but you're really a horny little fag who loves to get his ass fucked and be a real man's little bitch." I stared at him hungrily. His dirty, humiliating talk was making me into more and more of the bitch he was calling me. "I get off using a shameless junkie bottom pig like you. You don't care what we do as long as we fuck you right, cunt" he slammed his big cock in my hole. I thrusted back, moaning, "Yes, Sir, I'm your cunt." "You have a nice cunt, so hungry." Stick whispered. "Gary says you whore to get tina, is that right?" he asked. "I like playing like I do," I answered, "it's hot to imagine begging my dealer to put my cunt for sale so I can get high." "I'll bet you would whore for tina if you had the chance, cunt like you would do anything to get a cock in his pussy, right?" "Yes Sir, I suppose so, I've always thought that it is hot to get paid when a guy fucks me." "So you have been paid by guys who fucked you? That's so fucking raunchy, cunt, and I love it! You're really just a cheap fucking whore, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir. I was filled with cock and being told what a whore I was." "Awesome! You cunt, I'm going to show you what a real fucking is. You ready to whore for me tonight for real?" "Fuck yeah" I said, grinding my cunt on his cock. "I have two guys who are going to pay $20 to fuck your mouth and pussy - they think you're neg and that you are getting pozzed this weekend. I think there will be at least five more tonight too. I keep all the money and pay you in tina. What do you say to that?" "I don't think I've ever been so hot to get fucked in my whole life, Sir." "OK, cool cunt, now shut the fuck up for the rest of the evening - I mean it. You're just my hole to pimp out." I nodded. Stick fucked me hard and fast, and gave me his load, filling my hole as he looked down on me with a nasty smile. His cock stayed hard and I was gyrating on it as Gary and Pedro came over after finishing their joint. They asked Stick if he told me about his plan to pimp me out. "Look at the way he's pumping on my dick, he's so hot and ready to be my cheap little whore" Stick said. Gary untied me from the sling and allowed me to get on the bed. Pedro had sat down and I mounted his cock facing away from him, taking Stick's cock into my mouth. Pedro took my legs and spread them, and Gary slipped his fat cock into my cunt next to Pedro's. As Stick fed my mouth with his cock, there was the sound of a doorbell. Gary bellowed, "Come on in, down in the basement." Soon two tall lanky twenty-something guys witnessed the three of them stuffing me with cock. "Look at that whore we're going to fuck, looks like he loves cock" one said, and they both began to strip. "Who's Stick? It was Twenty for both of us, right?" someone asked, to which Stick replied "I'm Stick, and yes, it's $20 for each of you. Okay guys, let's let these two studs have the cunt, since they're paying for it" whereupon Gary and Pedro disengaged themselves from the mattress. "He wants both our poz loads, right?" one of the new guys asked. "Yeah, fuck yeah, the cunt's yours to use. Breed his cunt all you want" said Stick. I was moaning in anticipation. The darker of the two young guys took his shorts off, letting his nice thick dick go free. I immediately sucked it into my mouth. I was on all fours on the bed, and the other kid started rubbing my hole with lube. "How many loads so far, fag?" "Three" Stick answered for me. "Cunt doesn't use his mouth for talking." The guy at my pussy shoved his bare cock into me as he slapped my ass. "You like my hard cock, you pussy ass faggot?" I clenched my hole around his cock as I took the other kid's cock down my throat held it there and gently bobbed on it. We fucked like that for 20 or 30 minutes, as Gary, Stick and Pedro just watched, occasionally commenting on what a good little prostitute I was - God, I was in heaven. Soon, the guy in my ass nutted loudly taunting me to take his buggy jizz and triumphantly announcing to me that he was converting my sorry ass. He pulled out and switched with the other kid, and soon, he also sprayed a load in my cunt as I cleaned his buddy's cock with my mouth. He slowly pulled out and spread my pussy open to get a look at my loaded ass. "You're going tot get bred a lot more before you're through, cunt. How does it feel to be a cheap ten dollar whore?" I responded by enthusiastically cleaning his cock off. "Fucking fag - you're a hot little cunt, crazy for cock and cum, huh?" I smiled. After the two kids left, Stick came over to me. "It will be about 90 minutes before the next guests arrive. I noticed you don't have any ink. I think you should get a whore tag above your cunt. You can talk, cunt." "I've thought about it, Sir. Seems hot" I answered. "I have my rig in the car, I won't make you, but I think you'd look fucking hot with a nice little whore tag over your cunt" he took me by surprise with that. In a moment I made the decision. "I would love for you to give me a whore tag, Sir." I didn't believe I was saying yes. Stick retrieved his tattoo rig and set up, as I was sucking Pedro again. He showed me a pattern for a red bio-hazard sign over a red and black pinstripe. "Perfect," I agreed. Stick knew what he was doing, and it took about an hour. It was somewhat painful. After he finished, he took a pic of for me. It was like the pattern, eight inches wide and three inches tall, centered over my butt crack. God, I thought it looks hot, right above my cunt, giving the tops something to read as they fucked me. I noticed a detail Stick had added: in the loops of the pinstripe he inserted the letters, Slut Pig, but you had to look close to notice them. He put some ointment on it, as I sucked on Pedro again. I could hear him dialing his phone. "Ok, cunt. Let's get you ready for this group. There are five guys coming over to breed you." Stick tied me up on all fours on the bed. I could move my arms a bit and I could see who would be fucking me in the mirror in front of me. "I'm going to video this and get it on ICU, cool Stick?" Gary said"Hell yeah," Stick said. Ten minutes later six not five guys came down the stairs: five white, one black. Gary escorted them over to Stick, who took their $20 bills as they eyed my upturned cunt, ready to be used. The black guy introduced himself as Darnell. He was 6' 200 and has as thick a cock as I have ever seen. He was first up, but came over to my head, and fed me his cock. "Yeah, take my dick you slut" he ordered me. I was able to take him all, and sucked him for all I was worth, as one of the white guys began unceremoniously fucking my ass with quick violent thrusts. He came quickly, and started watching me suck Darnell. I think he got off more on insulting me for being such whore, than fucking me. Another white man's cock replaced him, bigger this time. He blew quickly too. Three more of the nice looking white guys followed, all loading my cunt with their poz cum. Darnell finally started to fuck me, saying he wasn't gay and not poz, but loved fucking white ass faggots. "You suck dick like a real pro, cunt," he taunted me. "A hell of a lot better than my girlfriend." He was close, as he continued to racially degrade me and ram my ass with his big tool. He'd stop, and make me clench and beg for his cock as I wriggled my ass around his massive log. As he bred me, he bent down and whispered in my ear "I would like to know who you are, man. I'd like to get a lot more of this. Here's my cell number, shoving a paper in my mouth, I'm Darnell, see you later faggot." The six guys left as quickly as they came, and I was left there, all tied-up. Gary came over and put a huge plug in my ass, and untied me. "Ready for another slam, cunt? I think you've earned it." I nodded and started sucking his cock. "Okay, get in the sling, and put your legs up." I complied, whereupon Pedro unceremoniously began shoving wads of crisco into my cunt. I could tell he was going to fist me by how his hands moved, and I huffed on the poppers three or four times, very deeply. He easily plunged his forearm into me half way to his elbow. "Okay, Stick, hit the cunt now" he said, as he slowly twisted his arm in my pussy. Stick found my vein again, and pushed what was .4 gram of meth into my arm. "You'll suck anything after this, won't you?" He leered pervertedly at me as the rush hit me. It was overwhelming, and a little scary, but it evened out quickly. There was nothing in my head except how I could get fucked and used by these three hot twisted Dominant fuckers. I reached down and pulled apart my ass cheeks for Pedro, and he slowly slid his arm to the elbow. "Fucking hot little twisted tweaker you are, cunt. You are a sight to see! Look at what a nasty fucking fag you are - higher that a kite on meth, eleven loads in your cunt, and a big black arm shoved up your pussy hole to the elbow. You really are a total fag aren't you? Ever thought you'd be this much of a shameless slut? God, look at you! Were you ever a man, you little cunt?" The taunting was driving me nuts for more. Stick knew just what to say to push me further. He rudely pinched my tit as he shoved his considerable cock into my mouth and down my throat. I took all I could of his cock and looked up into the mirror, what a fucking sight! Pedro into his elbow and Stick down my throat. Gary had gone upstairs and walked down two blocks to the leather bar - that's what Stick said. Stick got a text from him, and he told me Gary was coming down the stairs soon with three young thuggy looking black guys he met outside the bar. They were selling crack outside the bar, and he told them about this cunt he was using at his place and that I whored for chems, so they eagerly came along. As they arrived downstairs, I thought they looked really sleazy. They stripped naked and stood watching Pedro as he kept fisting my ass to the elbow. They started doing some crack as they watched, offering some to me. I declined, saying "No thanks, man. I'm a tina bitch." From their faces, I know they had never seen anything like what Pedro was doing. One of them, (the thinnest) asked if he could try fisting me too. Pedro slowly pulled out and showed them how - lubing them up as he did. Stick turned on the ICU cam and the first of the black thugs shoved thin his arm into me all the way to the elbow. Pedro said that he should try a second hand, but the thug hesitated. Pedro guided him as to how to insert his second hand. Still he hesitated, but Pedro reassured him "It'll be hot, man. This cunt wants it and can take it, believe me! Just look at how he's moving his ass around - he's totally rutting his sluthole on your arm aching to get more of you into his hole." He slowly slipped his second hand in next to his arm, following Pedro's advice as he was turning and twisting his arms in me slowly. He reached a place of resistance and I huffed on poppers four or five times. I exhaled and he finally broke through with both hands into me. I screamed and pumped my ass more, and he slowly advanced into my bowels, finally getting three quarters of both forearms into me, as Pedro poured on the j-lube. He stayed inside me deep like that for 10 or 15 minutes. Stick moved the cam to catch it all, and Gary fed me poppers and his dick as the thug boy filled my cunt with his slender forearms. The thug stud looked down at his cock, and said he was oozing cum and needed to fuck my ass. Pedro helped him as he slid his arms out of my sloppy, gaping hole. The young stud stood and rammed his meat into me and piston fucked me, taking only forty or fifty strokes to dump his wad in my loose pussy. As he was fucking me, I took one of his thug buddies in my mouth as he hit his crack pipe. The third thug was tweaking my tits and sharing the pipe with his friend, ready to replace the first young stud after he came in my ass. This third kid had a big cock, somewhat like Pedro's. He thrusted his rock hard monster cock easily into me. "God damn, this cunt is so fucking used and sloppy - he's fucking worthless!" he sneered. With that I clenched my sphincter on his thick black cock, almost pulling him into me as I did. "Oh damn," he said, "fuck yeah, bitch, you is a for real whore for black cock, huh bitch?" He fucked me rapidly and rhythmically for 20 or 30 minutes. His buddy took a black magic marker he saw nearby and scrawled "Black Cock Fag" on my stomach. As he wrote, the thug fucking me began to slap my ass. Stick came over and began to speak sternly to me. "Look at that cock in your cunt! Tell me what you are, you whore." I was breathless as I was getting vigorously fucked by hot hung thug boy. I didn't know what to say. Stick slapped my ass hard and said to me, "Say that you're a toxic whore and sleazy white slut for black cock." I said "I'm a sleazy-poz-whore-white-faggot-slut-for-black-cock, Sir." Tell everyone how you let anyone dump his cum in your cunt just so you can ride a needle full of tina." I said, "Yes, Sir. That's right. I'm nothing but a shameless tina whore. I love to suck cock, get fucked and have my cunt loaded up just so I can ride a needle full of tina." Stick grabbed my face and commanded me "Okay cunt, tell us all you're a cheap whore for your meth dealer who pimps you out for ten bucks a fuck." I replied verbatim. "Louder" he barked as he slapped my ass good and hard. I shouted, "My meth dealer whores me out for ten bucks a fuck. And he keeps the money." "And you love it, too, don't you? cunt" Gary asked as he twisted and pinched my tits. The thugs loaded my cunt good before they left, saying they had to get back to making cash. All three paid Stick $20 on the way out. Stick loomed over me and showed me the $200 or so that I had earned for him that night. Stick and Gary fucked me one more time, two last loads to make sweet sixteen for the night.

My ass was a cummy mess! I looked at it with my iphone camera and I was fucking oozing! It was almost 10:30 now and I wanted to make one more stop that night before I called it quits. I walked out of the video store smiling my ass off and I was sure all the guys knew I had taken lots of cum. I hailed a cab on 8th ave and headed to a small bareback sex party in the east village… **************** **************** ************** I rang the buzzer of the apartment near Astor place and was buzzed in quickly. I checked my clothes while exchanging pleasantries with the host, whom I have know for some time being a semi-frequent attendee of his party. This particular party was advertised as a bareback party, condoms would be provided but it was expected that you were going raw. As I was packing my thing into the trash bag for the clothes check, the buzzer rang and in came a sexy German guy. He was naked and hard in a few short minutes and I went into the play room. The room was equipped with a sling and some benches for play and lube, I had my own poppers. I sat down and the german sat next to me, we started stroking each others cocks, but he didn’t want to do more. I however wanted more cum up my ass, especially from the men at this party, most of whom were known or expected to be poz. The buzzer rang again and shorty after a Latino guy walked in with a raging nine incher. He was a no games kind of guy and immediately went on his knees, bent me over and starting eating my ass. He was real good at it, and got my hole nice and relaxed and wet. I started hitting the poppers and bent over more to let him in further. The German guy was right in front of me smiling and watching, he reached over and held my ass cheeks apart and the Latino pig really went to town, slurping on my ass hole, spitting into me, and tongue-fucking me hard. I was ready to get plowed and he knew it. He stood up and slid his entire length into my hole until I felt his stomach and hips against my ass. He held my meaty ass cheeks and rough fucked me deep. He was long dicking my ass, and I was staring into the German's face as he jerked off watching me take the Latino's cock, a man who’s face I hadn't even really gotten a clear look. The German was smiling at me, saying telling me what a good slut I was, a good little faggot slut boy. The Latino started slamming into my ass and then leaned into my ear, “Can I cum in you?” he asked me. “Of course man, load that hole, fill me up man!” I replied. This drove him crazy and I edged him on, wanting him to cum in my ass, I wanted him to add his seed to that of the other anon men who had dumped in me earlier that day. He started to grunt and buckle and I knew he was cumming. He fucked me harder then, pushing his dick as far as it would go. I imagined his cum seeping into my blood stream and my own cock was oozing pre cum. Mine wasn’t the only cock on the verge of shooting ropes of poz jizm, the German guy wouldn’t even touch his own for fear of cumming too soon. But I wanted him in me too. “Can I sit on your cock?” I asked. “I’m too close man” he replied. "Well I want your cum in my ass, dude.” I turned around and slid my well cum-lubed ass onto his throbbing shaft and he immediately started to pulsate into me. I felt ever gush of cum from his cock. It was fucking beautiful and I had to keep away from touching my own cock before I too came. When I slid off I tried to suck him clean but he was too sensitive from the intense orgasm he had just had up my ass, so smiling my thanks, I went outside in the backyard for a smoke. When I came back in there was an older guy there, maybe late 50’s, well built for his age and with a look I loved: that of an older-man with AIDS wasting! He was fucking hot. As I admired him, the host came over to me and said “He’s an awesome top, and very potent.” He said winking. I understood what he was saying: that this man was a walking AIDS death fuck. Of course I wanted him to charge my hole. My Latino friend had another plan for me though. He saw me and immediately bent me over onto the bed in the living room, and slid slid his cock into me and fucked me harder than he had before. Slamming into me, tearing me up. I was sure I was going to be in pain the next day. He slam fucked me for what seemed like 15 minutes and then held me down by the neck doggy style and unloaded in me again. When he pulled out I felt the trickle of cum slide out of my hole, down my ball sack and that’s when I felt my AIDS daddy's mouth. He was licking my balls clean making his way toward my hole. I was in heaven. I wanted him to fuck that diseased cum into me more than I wanted anything else. He cleaned my hole off then grabbed me by the hair and moved my mouth over to his dick. He was eight inches, cut and really veiny. I love veiny cock, especially when I know the guy had AIDS blood running through those veins. I licked him shaft to balls then slid him into my mouth and sucked him with fury: softly but with intent, wetting his balls with my tongue on the down stroke and lingering for a second longer on his head. He was fucking loving it. “Yeah, boy, suck that dirty cock, use your mouth on daddy's cock. Make daddy feel nice and good with that slut mouth” he grunted at me. I pulled off took a huge hit of poppers and went to town on his dick, sucking with fury and a passion for raw poz lust. He slapped my ass giving me the signal to 'bring that hole over here'. I spread my ass myself, opening my hole, making sure he saw the cum already buried into me, advising he I was a gaping AIDS fuck hole available for his pleasure. “Fuck me daddy. Give me that toxic seed, fuck that cum into me” I said in a hushed whisper. “What was that boy? You want what?” he demanded, placing his cock head against my open hole. “I want you to fuck me with that dirty tool, Sir. I want you to recharge that ass with your strain, fuck that cum into my blood!” He slammed his cock into me and pounded away. It hurt real bad, he was intentionally hitting my walls and fucking me with a slight sideways slant to insure some damage. This guy enjoyed fucking bug chasing bottom boys. “Yeah, Daddy. Fuck me! Fuck that load into my hole, Daddy. Give me your AIDS!” I shouted. “Don’t worry, boy. I’m gonna give you a good toxic load. Gonna make sure you get my DNA up your gut, give you the fuck flu all over again. You’re gonna remember this fuck, you stupid little AIDS faggot whore!” he said while slamming into me so hard I thought I would pass out. The other guys had been watching, some with looks of disbelief. Here was a pretty little 24 year old twink boy begging for AIDS sperm from an almost 60-something year old wasted-faced, skinny AIDS fucker - and loving it. One of the guys fed me my poppers and didn’t remove the bottle. I was spinning. I was taking this cock with so much intent the rest of the guys were all jerking off. Even if they didn’t find Poz talk hot, at that moment, the depravity of my actions had everyone rock hard. The German guy came closer and said he was going to cum, my AIDS daddy pulled out a second while the German guy put his piss slit near my hole and sprayed my ass with his cum. AIDS daddy scooped some up put it on his cock and fucked the German's cum deeper into me. I felt so fucking full and slutty and open and wonderful. AIDs Daddy had been fucking me for 20 minutes and was still going strong. When I asked him if he was close he said “Boy, I’ve cum in you twice already!” And I went nuts, bucking my ass against his cock and panting and begging for more. He flipped me onto my back to look me in my eyes while he fucked me and I saw a new cock near my mouth and instinctively began sucking it, although never loosing eye contact with my AIDS daddy. He slammed into me some more and spit into my mouth snarling. He looked like an evil possessed demon fucker, and I knew all he wanted was to make sure his AIDS lived in me for as long as I was alive. And I would be sure to pass it on when the time was right. This poz fucker would live forever through his AIDS lineage and I was his receptacle. “Here I cum again, boy, you want some more of my AIDS cum? Let me hear you beg!” “Give it to me, Daddy. I need your AIDS sperm. I need you to recharge my ass. Make me toxic. Give me your fucking POZ cum.” With that he came in convulsions, unloading his disease into me. He fell on top of me and pulled out. For a second I felt very empty, like I was missing something, until the new guy mounted my ass. He was West Indian and hung, uncut, with a down curve to his cock. I hit my poppers more, I was almost too poppered out but being used so much without rest that I didn’t have time to think about it. The guy kept saying “Damn you're so full of cum. Fuck man, you're oozing all over my cock.” Needless to say he didn’t last long and shot in my ass with a series of grunts and bucks yelling for me to take his “fucking nasty seed!” Now it was late and I needed to go but I also needed to cum, so I mounted AIDS daddy again and rode his cock while stroking my own uncut eight inch poz shaft. It didn’t take long for me either, but I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. It just kept cumming. The German guy scooped it up off the bed and smeared it on my face, then kissed me while AIDS Daddy began to pulse into my ass for the last time that night. “Damn you're a little poz slut. Your ass was the main attraction tonight huh. You’re so fucking hot. I love a little take all loads slut boy.” With that he kissed me on the mouth, in the process tasting my cum. He made me open my mouth and he spit my own cum back into my mouth. I had to go. I was spent and tired and my legs and hole throbbed. The West Indian guy drove me home. We had good conversation and when I left I looked down at his car seat and sure enough there was a cum stain that leaked out of my ass. I didn’t care though. I had had a great Sunday and was now hungry as hell, so I stopped in the McDonalds and stood in line with my ass leaking poz cum down my shorts.

For privacy sake, we'll call him "Kyle." On my way back from a trip to Atlanta, I found him online in Valdosta, Georgia. He is a six foot tall, 140 pounds, twenty year old white guy with beautiful surfer hair, a top and poz. Damn, am I gonna let another poz guy fuck me raw? I wasn't sure. I figured it couldn't hurt to visit him and I could decide later. I've had two poz guys fuck me before. It's the hottest thing - but unlike others here, I really don't wanna be pozzed. Somehow, the thought of poz dick pounding my hole manages to turn me on 'though. I had to pick him up from his friend's place, and I ended up driving to the end of a deserted road where I parked out of side. He was an amazing kisser. And his head was even more amazing. He got me so hard, that I had no choice but to submit. He whispered to me "I'm gonna tear you up." Oh hell yeah, I thought. With a bit of rearranging, we found ourselves in the back seat of my car. And he pulled out some baby oil (which I've never used for lube before, but to my surprise it was amazing). Before I knew it, he had lubed my hole and his cock and thrust in me so quickly that I couldn't really decide whether or not I wanted to take it. Usually, I want a top to start slowly and to build-up speed up, but this time, (maybe it was the baby oil), he started fucking furiously after only a couple of thrusts and it felt amazing. No pain. Just pure pleasure. I wasn't gonna last long. He fucked me hard and fast. He was determined to shove his cock in as hard and deep as he could. "I'm about to cum" I warned. He sped up his pace a little more and announced he was about to cum. "Oh no,"I thought, "I'm getting more poz cum in me." My worries only lasted a moment as he exploded and I felt my hole get very full and then very slippery as he blasted his load within me. I lost control and sprayed my load all over my stomach and shoulders. "That was hot," he said. I found the strength to agree. We layed exhausted in the back seat for some time. Then, we got dressed, and I dropped him off with the promise that we would do this again soon.

Part 1. As I slowly regained consciousness, the first thing I felt was pain--excruciating pain, deep in my stomach and my asshole--that shot through my body in waves. Next came the ripe, musky smell of sweat, followed by the sounds of men having sex. I opened my eyes. Everything around me was dark and blurry, but I could make out a huge shadowy figure looming over me. I instinctively knew that everything I was feeling--the pain, the smells, the sounds--was coming from this enormous man, and I realized that I was being raped. I tried to scream, but my mouth wouldn't open. I tried to push him away, but I couldn't move my arms and legs. I realized then that I was paralyzed. The only part of my body I could control were my eyes. All I could do was watch in horror as this brutal beast tore apart my insides with every stroke of his burning hot cock. "Aha!" he suddenly snarled, noticing my eyes were open. His face then took on a frightening cruelty and viciousness, and he punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me and causing my anal sphincter to tighten around his cock. He started thrusting into me even harder, shouting at me in a coarse, guttural language I didn't understand. And then, as if out of nowhere, I heard a familiar voice. "He's calling you a dirty whore... a worthless faggot," the voice hissed, "He says he's ripping you open... and when he's done... no one will ever want you... you filthy cunt!" I knew that voice. I tried in vain to turn my head, to see where it was coming from. "Don't bother trying to move, Allen," the hate-filled voice continued, "We've pumped you so full of drugs you won't be able to move for at least another hour, while Ibrahim the Beast here rips your asshole to pieces." "And you're going to love every minute of it, you nasty little cunt" hissed Will's voice, "aren't you, little brother?" --- Six months earlier --- I was born and raised in San Francisco as the fourth, unplanned child of ex-hippies, who were almost 50 by the time I was born. My parents called me their "miracle baby," and pampered me so much that by the time I turned 16, everyone called me "Her Highness" behind my back. It didn't help that even as a junior in high school, I still looked like a girl: 5'5", 120lbs, blond curly hair, and soft, nearly hairless ivory-white skin. Everyone but my parents thought I was a spoiled, whiny little princess, but I never got teased or bullied growing up because they all respected and feared my older brothers--Jack, Neal and Will--who were already in their late 20s by the time I was born. Like so many children of liberal baby-boomers, my brothers rebelled by becoming conservative. Against our parents' wishes, they joined the Catholic Church, played high school football, registered as Republicans and, when the First Gulf War broke out in 1990, enlisted in the U.S. Army. They came back from their tours in Kuwait as tough, hardened men who rarely ever smiled. Jack, the eldest, became a math teacher and football coach at our high school. Jack was the only brother to get married, but his 4-year, childless marriage to a fellow schoolteacher ended in divorce when I was about 2 years old. Neal, the second oldest, joined the San Francisco Police Department and quickly rose through the ranks to become captain. Neal had plenty of live-in girlfriends over the years, but never got married. Will, the third son, initially followed Neal's footsteps into the SFPD, but later joined the FBI; after 9/11, he left the FBI for a secretive job at Homeland Security that had him constantly traveling around the world. Unlike me, my brothers were also incredible specimens of manhood. I had clearly inherited my mother's genes, with my willowy frame and pale, delicate features, but my brothers took after my father, whose ancestors were from Lebanon and Syria--they weren't tall (about 5'10") but they were all built like brick shithouses, with black, curly hair covering nearly every inch of their muscular, burly bodies, and while I'd never seen them naked, I couldn't help but notice the flashlight-sized bulges in their pants. I grew up admiring my brothers from afar. They had all left home by the time I was born, and while they dutifully protected me from the bullies at school or in the neighborhood, they otherwise kept a polite distance. That all changed about a year ago, a few months after I turned 16. Our parents, who had patiently put up with my childish, selfish behavior for so many years, were tragically killed in a car accident. Since I was still a minor, it was decided that my brothers (who were in their early 40s at the time) would act as my co-guardians until I turned 18. Since Will was still traveling a lot for work, I was to spend half the year living with Jack and the other half with Neal. While our parents' death was devastating for everyone, I took it especially hard. I decided that I didn't want to be the good little "princess" any more, and started acting out--sneaking out at night and hanging with the "street kids" in our neighborhood. Most of these kids were gay runaways who made a living on the streets hustling or selling drugs, and I found myself being drawn to the danger, the excitement, and the hot sex that their lives promised. --- Meeting Antoine --- I was especially drawn to Antoine, a tall, skinny 23-year old black guy from Houston who was the unofficial leader of the local street gang. He supplied the rest of the kids with drugs (to use or sell), escorted for a bunch of white guys who couldn't get enough of his big, black cock, and made enough money to rent his own apartment near the Castro. I first met Antoine at a sex party in his apartment. I was invited by two street kids I used to hang out (and fool around) with sometimes--Manuel, a short but muscular 20-year old Salvadoran with visible gang tattoos, and Luis, a scrawny but tough-looking 18-year old Mexican from Fresno. There were four other guys at the party when we arrived--four big, black thugs. One of them, the tallest and best-looking of the group, got up and walked over. "Hi, I'm Antoine," he said, flashing a big smile and immediately putting me at ease, "and you must be Allen. I've heard a lot about you." He was tall--almost a foot taller than me--and strong, and when he draped his arm around my shoulders and walked me over to meet the rest of the guests, I felt safe and protected for the first time since my parents had died. "That there is Omar," he said, pointing to a 30s-ish dark-skinned man sitting on the couch with his shirt off, showing off a sinewy, heavily-muscled chest. "He's a good ni#$a to know; if he likes you he'll hook you up with anything you need and everything you want." Omar leaned back on the couch, looked me up and down, and smiled. "Nothing not to like so far," he said. "And those two motherfuckers fucking around with my party supplies," Antoine said, pointing to a couple of light-skinned thugs with matching face tattoos, "don't like it when I give out out their names to white boys they don't know, so you can just call them Master X and Master Y for now." The Masters, as I later came to know them, were bent over the coffee table measuring out white crystals into small plastic bags, and didn't look up. Antoine turned to me and asked, "so Manuel and Luis tell me you like to party, yeah?" I smiled and nodded sheepishly. I'd smoked weed before, but the Latino boys had recently introduced me to molly and poppers, which I absolutely loved. The fact that Manuel and Luis had then "taken advantage" of me by spit-roasting me only made it hotter. Antoine laughed, grabbed my right hand and brought it down to his crotch, where I could feel a huge cock starting to uncoil like a snake. "Baby, look what you're doing to me already," he said. "We are gonna have some fun tonight!" Antoine then turned to Manuel and Luis and told them to give me some weed and molly, then take me into the bathroom to get ready. Half an hour later, freshly partied up, cleaned out, and hurriedly spit-roasted again by Manuel and Luis, I walked back into the living room wearing nothing but a jockstrap. The lights were turned down, and the TV was playing black-on-white porn. Antoine, Omar, and the Masters had taken off their clothes and were sitting around the coffee table blowing thick, white clouds. Antoine looked up and called us over. "Allen baby, why don't you come here and suck my dick," he said with a devilish smile, then ordered Manuel and Luis to start servicing Omar and the Masters. I walked over to Antoine, eyeing the uncut brown snake resting on his lap. As I got down on my knees, his enormous cock grew even bigger, lengthening to about 12 inches in length and about 7 inches around. As I reached out and carefully raised his cock to my mouth, a line of clear pre-cum stretched from his lap to the gorgeous reddish head peeking out of his foreskin. I leaned over, stuck out my tongue, and gingerly licked the pre-cum from the tip. Antoine shuddered, and sank deeper into the couch, closing his eyes and moaning. I slowly pulled his foreskin back and started licking the creamy cheese underneath, taking my time to savor the taste. As I started to wrap my lips around his cockhead, Antoine pulled my head back up. "Hey baby," he said, "if you're going to take all of my dick we're gonna have to get you ready." He grabbed a bong from the coffee table and started heating it in front of my mouth. Looking down at the white wisps circling the bowl, I felt unsure of what I was doing for the first time that evening. "I'm sorry," I said sheepishly, "it's just, I've never done Tina before." "Oh baby," said Antoine with his beautiful smile, "there's nothing to worry about. Nobody here is going to hurt you; this'll just make it more fun for everyone." I looked down at his cock, which was starting to wilt. "It's not that I don't trust you," I said, "it's just, I'm worried about getting addicted." "Who said anything about getting addicted?" Antoine said loudly, the first hint of a frown on his face. In an even louder voice he continued, "Baby, with me, Omar and the Masters in the room you don't have to worry about nothing! We're all here to make sure you have a great time, right?" he said, looking over at his other guests. They all looked up and nodded. Antoine turned back to me and said, "All you got to do, baby, is relax, stop thinking so much, and just do what I tell you, okay?" I nodded and took his cock back in my mouth, determined not to disappoint this big, strong, beautiful, amazing black man. As I began licking his shaft like an ice cream cone, however, out of the corner of my eye I saw several pairs of feet approaching. Everything that followed happened so quickly that I didn't have time to react. Antoine suddenly grabbed my head and pulled me off his dick while the other guests grabbed my arms and legs; Antoine then leapt to his feet and ordered the others to turn me over and hold me down. As I lay on the floor struggling to break free, I suddenly felt a sharp, unbearable pain in my balls that made me shriek out loud--but only for a second, as Antoine quickly shoved a damp, rank athletic sock in my mouth to muffle my screams. Antoine was now on top of me, one hand covering my mouth and the other gripping my balls. "Allen baby, you just gotta calm down a bit," he said in a calm, soothing voice, "the pain will go away as soon as you stop struggling. I don't want to hurt you unless I have to, and I won't have to hurt you if you'll just calm down and listen to me." He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Shhh, baby, that's right, just calm down and shush for a moment and I'll make the pain go away." And once I stopped struggling, he gently kissed my cheek, and whispered, "That's a good boy, Allen, that's it. You're such a good boy." Antoine and the other guests gradually loosened their grips until there was no pain left, as Antoine had promised. He then turned to Manuel and Louis and told them to get the first slam ready. "We wanted to ease you in at first, baby, but since you've been acting like such a bitch tonight, we have no other choice but to start you off with a slam," he told me as Omar tightened a leather strap around my arm. "It's going to be a bit intense at first, baby, and you'll probably have trouble breathing for a couple seconds until you start coughing. But then you'll feel the most intense rush you've ever felt in your entire life, and everything we do to you will start feeling so good, baby, you won't ever want us to stop!" "Now close your eyes for me, baby, for just five seconds," he said, gently biting my neck at the same time I felt a small pinch in my arm. "Now count to five with me... one... two... three... four..." Before we got to five, however, I felt Omar loosening the leather strap around my arm, and I suddenly understood why people call it slamming. As Antoine had predicted, after a few seconds of feelings like I couldn't breathe, followed by a short coughing fit, wave after wave of searing hot pleasure, unlike anything I'd ever felt before, slammed into me like a ton of bricks and started radiating through my body, and the room around me felt brighter, as if my brain had abruptly reset my eyes' brightness level to maximum. And then, just as quickly, my senses start coming back down to earth. The waves of pleasure and joy were replaced by a ravenous, insatiable hunger for sex--I suddenly found myself wanting a never-ending stream of humongous horse cocks shoved up my ass and crammed down my throat, unleashing rivers of ni#%a cum into every orifice of my body. I started jacking off with my right hand, then spread my legs and raised my knees so my left hand could reach my asshole. "Oh god, fuck me, Antoine!" I gasped, desperately finger-fucking my pussy, "please, please fuck me! Fuck me over and over again; and pass my nasty used cunt around!" "Yeah, baby?" Antoine teased, "you wanna get raped, is that it? You want your sweet little boypussy gangraped by ni#$a cocks?" He swatted my fingers out of my asshole and shoved his entire 12-inch cock up my chute in one monstrous stroke. I screamed out in pain, but Antoine just covered my mouth with his mitt-sized hands and shouted, "Shut the fuck up, you filthy little whore! This is what you were begging for, so this is what you're going to get!" --- To be continued ---

I love going to Palm Springs. You see, once a year some friends - anywhere between 5 and 7 of us - rent a house with a pool for a long weekend. It’s never the same group of people and usually there's at least one person I don’t know at the start of the 4 days. This time I did know everyone, just not very well…. yet. The reason these Palm Springs weekends are so great is because there’s inevitably going to be sex involved. In years past there was lots of drugs as well. But it seems that, as we ‘mature’ that party aspect has gradually knocked down to alcohol and coke. Man, I miss Tina! And sex too, for that matter. I’ve been celibate for about a year with no boyfriend or regular hook-ups. At just 5’6” I had put on an extra 15lbs from drinking. Now 15lbs probably doesn’t sound like much, but to a late 30-something living in gay West Hollywood, CA — an extra 15lbs that’s not muscle might as well classify you as obese. But over the last few months I’ve been taking care of myself, doing the P90X, and gotten into shape. Which was needed for such a naked weekend…. where I was determined to take some loads. Lots of loads! My best friend's BF (Jake) had organized the weekend. Jake and Chad (my friend of 20 years) have a very open and adventurous relationship. I don’t know many of the details but when your friend of a couple decades starts wearing a chain and padlock around his neck out in public, you get an idea that something new and different is happening at home. The other couple was Ryan and Ken. Ryan and I use to be best buds, wing-men, and trouble-makers. Ryan is an ass hole, but I was always able to deal with his snide remarks. He first introduced me to all sorts of fun drugs, including tina. Thank you, Ryan!!! His bf, Ken, is also an ass hole - which is why I stopped hanging around with them. One asshole I could handle, two was too much. (I’ve been known to hold a grudge). But this weekend I was determined to let the past stay in the past and make nice. Because, actually, I knew that Ken had been good for Ryan. When they first started dating, I heard from a reliable source who said of Ken, “Once a nasty BB cum-pig, always a nasty BB cum-pig.” Which should have made me like him a lot! (he’s a bottom, though). Ryan and I had fooled around every now and again back when we hung out more. Even having smoked crystal together, Ryan would always insist on using condoms… which I hated. But his cock was amazing so I took it. I’d never seen a half-cut dick before. Ryan joked that he was circumcised as a baby, but his Mom was too lazy to take care of him so some foreskin grew back. It was long, smooth, and thick - with the little skin covering the head. And dark(ish). Ryan is Italian by decent and has a few of the features. A darker dick was one of them which turned me on so much just because it was different. Now on PrEP, I knew that Ken's piggy tendencies had rubbed off on my former friend and he was playing raw. Make no mistake, I was hoping to hop a ride on his bare fuck stick finally. Anyway the first day was fine. We all swam naked in the pool and hung out. David and Nathan are the last two I haven’t told you about yet. Not a couple but a couple of hot twinks! Nathan is very thin and tall with a huge dick — because all tall skinny white guys have monster cocks, apparently. All I knew of Nathan, really, was that he was shocked one time when he found out that a friend of ours did tina. You know, shocked in the way a young and naive “good boy” would be. Being so young and naive I just made some assumptions about his sexual tendencies -- and they bored me. David was the person I knew the least about but wanted the most. A chiseled frame on a cocky boy’s body, David had been flirtatious and slutty all day. David was a GoGo boy by night and a flight attendant by day. I know he’s hooked up in the past with Jake (our host) and Chad (my friend of 20 years). Chad said that the entire time they were all fucking around, David kept asking to take pictures. A hot, sexy exhibitionist. Nice! As night fell — remember, there are no hard core drugs anywhere just alcohol and coke — talk turns to harder stuff. Thankfully, the crew wants more. I’m relieved. Being a flight attendant must have it’s perks because David happens to know someone in town who may be able to hook us up. Talk then turns to what to order. The two couples are only really interested in E. David turns to me and whispers, “I’d rather get Tina and really fuck around.” (did I mention that we were all casually naked hanging out by the pool and that sorta talk makes me instantly hard?) “OMG, I haven’t done that in so long,” I replied but sounding incredibly anxious. “Wanna go in with me?” he asked to which I devilishly replied “you’re gonna turn me into a cum pig. Are you ready for that?” He was. For a change of scenery, the two couples left to go to Hunters, the local bar. David and I stayed back to call his dealer friend and wait for the package. Since everyone except us were going to roll, we said we’d also get the house cleaned up and ready for a fun night. To my surprise, Nathan stayed back with us but scampered off to shower. Finally alone and away from the condescending judgment of the others, David and I begin to have a more frank and open discussion about our devilish plot. “I love doing Tina so much better - it makes me an insatiable sex machine,” David admits to which I agreed. “How do you do it? Smoke, rail or slam?” “Well I haven’t done anything in years,” I confess. “But I’ve mostly only smoked before.” “Never slammed,” David asked me curiously? “Well once,” I admitted. "But it was years ago!” “Well, hopefully my guy will bring a pipe for you, otherwise you’re in for a trip with me,” he smirked. I was really starting to like this stud. “You need Leather!” he exclaimed and grabbed my arm pulling me to his room. I knew David was into some leather accessories from his GoGo pics. For me, eh - take it, leave it, whatever. Inside his room, David tosses an Atlantis Events duffle bag up on the bed. I didn’t know he’d been on an Atlantis cruise before. Guess there’s lots I don’t know about him. Inside the duffle was all sorts of fun leather treats. I’m fitted with one of his harness and a leather jock. The harness is awesome! Since I’ve been getting myself back in-shape, this new accessory really accentuates my body. “So I’m really into nasty pig sex when I slam,” David blurts out. “I do it all the time around the country where people don’t really know me and I can let loose. But in LA, around my friends, I keep it to myself. You know.” And I did know. I understood all too well how cliquish and judgmental WeHo fags could be. Especially couples. So I reassured David that my inner slut whore would be released right along side of his. We pop a couple of Cialis to stay hard. “So what exactly do you get into when you party?” I had to know. “Everything!” he said. My ripped little GoGo boy was trying on different harnesses himself while standing there in a tiny little jockstrap that was strained to contain his meat. “Fucking and taking photos and videos are hot. I’m also turned on by watersports!” This intrigued me to no end as I wanted to dabble in piss play, but never really found someone into it. My fantasy is to have someone piss in my hole. Amazing! “I just hope my mouth doesn’t get me into trouble with the others because I’m very verbal as well,” David continued. “There’s something about POZ talk, especially to someone who’s neg, that turns me on when I play.” *Ding Dong* We opened the front door to David’s friend, Steve. A well-build guy in his mid 40’s - which is young for Palm Springs. Steve had salt & pepper hair and broad shoulders - the kind you want to swing from. He was extremely nice. As a businessman, I’m sure he WOULD be nice with the amount we were buying from him that night. Standing around the kitchen island, we chit-chat about the weekend as Steve begins to lay out his wears. This guy came prepared! Not only did he have everything in-stock that we wanted, he also came with all the necessary tools one would need; including a pipe and torch and a couple of fresh needles. Wasting no time, and anxious for us to sample his inventory, Steve began filling the pipe without needing any guidance from us. And then enters Nathan. Fresh from his shower, the skinny twink walks out naked. What few pubes he had before the shower are now gone and he is smooth as a baby from the face down. His cock sways between his legs as he walks and looks even larger now - even though it’s soft. “Yea! Goodies! What do we have?” Nathan asked with a boyish excitement. “All the exctacy and tina you boys can play with,” chimed Steve very happy with his business offering. “Yea, so here's the deal - Sam and I are going to PNP and be a couple of slutty boys tonight,” explained David who was teasing young Nathan’s nipples. “Well I want to be a slutty boy too!” Nathan exclaimed in protest like a young boy telling his older brother that he can do anything the older boys can do. My jaw nearly hit the floor. Steve had already lit up the pipe and had taken a hit. I guess it was technically still his drugs even though a wad of cash was still sitting on the table. But here’s where my night started to change…. Because Nathan - the innocent, naive boy - grabbed the pipe and drew out a huge puff of the magical white smoke. And with a confidence of youth and knowing he’s cute, he then shot-gunned David who was now completely fingering little Nathan’s hole. “This is going to be fun,” said David exhaling a massive white cloud. We dimmed the lights and moved over to the couches. I threw on some porn as the boys all did another hit off the pipe. Finally it was my turn. “We’re going to do some very bad things with you tonight, Nathan.” “Oh good!” the boy exclaimed as he grabbed hold of David’s harness to hoist his little boy body on top of the GoGo muscle stud to grind up against his jock. Steve motioned to have me join him back in the kitchen. “Now I brought needles, saline, and a booty syringe - it’s all here and it’s all yours. Do you have any questions?” Excited and thrilled at what I knew was happening - and the euphoria of having a couple of great hits of tina in me after all these years, I did have a concern for Steve. “David and I - for sure - are going to slam but I’ve only done it once and I don’t know about him. Can you stay to help us with our first?” I asked thinking Steve was looking to leave. He was not - just still proud of the various level of prepared he was — which we were not. Collecting the required supplies and moving back to the couch, Nathan is now sucking on David’s cock. A long 7 to 8’ shaft with a huge mushroom head. I couldn’t wait to feel it deep inside me. Nathan is fascinated with the tools of our trade and is gazing at the two needles. This boy is much more forward than I expected him to be. “Do you want to slam with us?” David asks Nathan. “Do you want me to fuck you deep while you’re flying so high? You want to be a nasty cum pig like Sam and me?” David is fingering Nathan’s hairless and perfect boy hole whispering this to him like a seductive temptress. The boy’s eyes are so big and wanting but all he can do is smile a huge grin and nod yes as he stares at the needles being prepared. “You want to take all of our loads up your kunt like a good little bitch? Take our POZ cum deep inside of you?” “Fuck Yea” the boy exclaimed, now riding on David’s finger and dry-humping his muscular chest with a rock-hard cock that I wanted as well. “Infect me!” he exclaimed with joy. I nearly fell over. “Oh you want our POZ cum in you, is that it? You like the idea of taking toxic seed you little slut?” David said after licking two fingers and pressing them in Nathan’s ass. He really did like POZ talk. “Oh Fuck Yea!” said Nathan. “Give me all of it! Fill me with your loaded cum!” “Open your mouth,” David ordered before spitting in Nathan’s mouth which he then closed with a devilish grin and a happy moan. Now I may not know what I’m doing when it comes to injecting - but David looked to be a pro. He tightened a strap around his arm and found a good vein to poke with the fresh needle Steve and I had prepared. Drawing back the blood into the syringe, he was focussed for a guy who was already high from smoking. And the look on Nathan’s face was of a boy in heat. “Do it! Put that crystal in your arm,” whispered Nathan. I had seriously underestimated this boy! A couple of good coughs and David stood up whipped off his jockstrap and began playing with his very hard cock thanks to the boner pills we’d taken. “Now you guys,” he said pointing to us. Because we only had the two needles (we didn’t expect needing more than that) and because David and I are both poz, I grabbed his dirty needle and passed it to Steve to refill for me. Pointing to the unused one I said, “there, that one is ready to go, Nathan, but let Steve here help you with it.” “No,” he said with a calmness and a certainty. “You first and then I want to use the same needle.” This got David, who was now obviously high, unbelievably excited. He grabbed the boy’s head, “you want my toxic seed and toxic blood?” This was said with such excitement and glee but also with a perverted and sadistic tone. David immediately kissed Nathan deep before the boy could answer his question. But after a deep lip lock Nathan shot him that boyish grin that tells you ‘I’m cute and I always get what I want’. “Fuck Yes!” “Charge me up and fuck me up! All of you!” “Fuck! You nasty cum dump, bug chasing slut!” David exclaimed with excitement. He really did get off on this talk. I did too. This was the night I needed! I watched in amazement and excitement as the needle was poked into my arm. Steve was very precise and careful. Nathan had plopped next to me standing on his knees on the couch to watch the show. His massive dick pressed against my shoulder so he could lean over closer to watch as the blood was pulled from my arm to mix with the crystal solution. It entered my mostly slam-virgin body and Steve released the strap to let the drugs rush through my body. The sensation was warm and exciting. I coughed and stood up to touch David’s perfect pecs. I then turned to kiss Nathan. “You ARE going to fuck me with your massive cock tonight,” I said to him with a playful confidence. Now my inner cum-slut personality was emerging! Yea! “As long as you promise to fuck me with your poz cock,” he replied. As Steve began to prepare the last slam in the same needle, David had the brilliant idea to go grab the booty bump syringe. Nathan’s attention was now fully on Steve as he worked. “And I want you to mix some of Sam and David’s charged blood in with my injection,” he ordered. “Are you certain, boy?” Steve asked. Perfect -- the friendly neighborhood drug dealer was now the moral center of this horny group. “Yea, Nathan - that may be too much,” I was able to say trying to also be a little good. “It’s fine. I’m on PrEP anyway. Aren’t you and David undetectable?” he asked. We both were and Nathan assured us that it would be fine. “I’m a bug chaser but I’ve got a huge start and am not completely stupid. I take precautions so I can play hard and slutty like I like. But the idea of chasing is a HUGE turn on for me.” Steve took the needle and pulled out some blood from David’s arm. To stop the trickle of blood from his vein, David licked it from himself. Hot, I thought. My blood was next. Steve then shook the continues of this now pink needle and asked one more time to be sure. The boy was sure. With the same preseason and care, Steve drew back some of Nathan’s blood to mix with ours and began sliding it in. After the strap was released from his arm, the boy’s head thrust back and he squealed with excitement. “Somebody fuck me!” he said. And of course, David obliged. Steve had removed his shirt by now and he returned to his glass pipe to blow more smoke. As Nathan and David were now fucking on the couch, my ass needed some major attention. Getting Steve out of the rest of his clothes was easy. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His dick was also huge and uncut. There's nothing better than the feel of an uncut cock sliding raw inside your ass. I can feel the foreskin sliding back and forth in my hole. Remembering the sensation get's me over the moon so I lay back on the other side of the couch and raise my legs, silently ordering this hot, solid man to come and abuse me. He walked over, bent down and spit a huge glob of spit onto my hole and then slid his 8” shaft into my very hungry hole. “Oh Fuck Yea Man!” I grunted at him. "Fuck me good! Pound me with that cock. I need to feel it in me." “Oh - so there’s more than one slutty cum whore in the house is that it?” he asked me. “Oh fuck yea! I'm the original cum dump. That little trashy fuck, Nathan, isn’t going to get ALL the raw loads tonight!” I protested in a very deep and slutty voice that's half serious but half joking. I then open my mouth wide and Steve happily spits down my throat as he’s pounding my ass next to my tall slutty counterpart. After a few minutes, the two tops swap and my chiseled and hot GoGo boy has his fat mushroom head in my ass. "You like that, you little fuck pig?" "Fuck yea I do!" David's sex talk is turning me on so hard. "We're going to charge up that hot little boy hole good tonight," he says as he's in me. "Yea!" I exclaim. "And piss in my hole!" I couldn't believe the words escaped my lips so easily. "You wanna take my piss? You want to be my urinal? Want me to fill up your hole so it's soaking wet?" he asked. All I could do was grunt my Yes and excitement. "Turn me into a piss pig tonight," I begged. With that, David pulled down my chin and spit in my mouth before dismounting me. Tapping Steve on the shoulder he was all, "come on - we're moving this show." He grabbed the un-used booty bump (we hadn't gotten to it yet) and we all walked outside. "Sam wants to be a piss pig - who besides me can help with that?" David asked looking squarely at Nathan. "Yea, I could piss on him," he replied. "No... IN him. We're gong to fill up his guts and turn him in a wet, tripping toilet," said David. "And if you do a good job, you'll get a prize," he said to the boy waving a full booty bump in his face. On a blanket in the grass I laid down excited for the new experience. Nathan came down and hovered over me with his rock-hard cock at the entrance of my ass. "You want my piss in your ass don't you slut?" Nathan had now taken up a very dominant position as the commanding top. And I did. I did want his huge tool to douce me with his piss. It was over 8" and really thick. Maybe even thicker than Steve's. And I couldn’t wait to feel it. Nathan raised up and grabbed his cock. He stood still for a moment concentrating. Then I felt a couple of light splashes against my ass. Another moment and then the stream came. He maneuvered his cock to spray piss on my hard dick and stomach before guiding it into my hole. The sensation was incredible! The warmth was filling my gut really fast - which I hadn’t anticipated. He still wasn’t all the way in me - just the head of his cock. But the fluid was filling me up. “Yes! Fuck your piss up in me!” I said. “Take my piss you filthy slut.” Nathan had really done a 180 and was now commanding my obedience.

So my quest to get pozzed by my Black Daddy continues. We were supposed to hook up yesterday, but when I got to his place he need some parTy supplies. Unfortunately, his dealers were not to be found. While we waited for them to call us back, I douched and put on my new jock strap for my breeding. He was dressed hoping to get a call so we could smoke a bit and he could shove his big, black poz cock up my still negative, but very hungry and willing hole. While I sat naked on his couch except for the jock strap we watched porn - he had a little of the T left so we smoked it which just made me super horny for his big, fat poz cock. He only likes to fuck while high, and I'm becoming a big T whore, so since we couldn't get any I went home without getting fucked. We made plans for Thursday when his normal supplier would be back. I texted him before going to bed to make sure we were still on for Thursday and to let me know if the T didn't come through. Much to my surprise this morning I awoke to a responsive text saying he had gotten some T and to come over and get his cock. Since I hadn't made plans at work, I went in early, did what I had to do, made an excuse and went to his house - craving getting his fat cock and poz load in my ass. He opened the door wearing nothing but a jockstrap, his sexy black bear body making me horny. I jumped in the shower and cleaned out, put on my new jock strap and went into the living room where we fuck. He lit a bowl and we chatted, after several hits, I couldn't resist sucking on his big cock to get it ready for my ass. As I sucked it I rubbed his belly and he started telling me how he truly wanted to be the one to poz my ass - he wants me to just let him fuck me until I convert. He's on meds but has converted a couple of guys with his "virulent swimmers." The T, his now hard dick and all the poz talk had my hole craving his beautiful fat poz cock in my ass. I mounted the fuck chair, he mounted me and we fucked all afternoon - After the first poz load and we honestly discussed him knocking me up and how ithas alays been my fantasy to get pozzed by a black daddy bear with a fat cock. He even suggested that I bring a toothbrush next time. After another round of smoking and the dirty talk, my hole was again twitching for his cock and cum. After about another hour he shot his second toxic load in my ass with me begging him to poz my ass. I still have his cum in me - but think I have found the guy that will finally give me what I want. Can't wait to have his Black DNA in me forever!

36yo bottom seeking raw tops to breed while in SoMa. No load refused, but preference for UNMEDICATED POZ tops. Hit me up at joshvers79@gmail.com or on BBRT at joshvers79

After a few days with a sinus infection, I'm horny and haven't cum in 3 days. Get on line and meet up with a top the was disappointing to say the least. Head of to the local bookstore and make a quick trip around. It's slow but I see possibly the hottest guy I've EVER seen 6'4" 30ish. Built like a brick shithouse. Broad shoulders, no body fat, just god like. Total perfection! I say hi, he answers I ask if he wants to play he says yes. We head into a booth and strip. He's perfect. On a scale of 1-10 he's a million. And he's nice too. We kiss and I ask what he's looking for? He says he wants to suck me off. He gets down on his knees and gets to work. I pull him up and get his beautiful cock in my mouth. I ask if he likes getting his ass eaten, he says yes and turns around spreads his cheeks and I go to town! Tasty ass! I tell him it's a perfect ass to fuck and he says to do it. I spit on my cock and push into one of the hottest guys I'll ever fuck. In my state of lust I didn't last long, I told him I was close and he said to shoot it into him so my 3 day load erupted into his perfect ass! In all honesty, I don't know how a man this hot isn't married to a millionaire. And he is definitely out of my league but thank you young man for spending time with me and I hope to meet up with you again. If not I know that we shared a sweet, hot time that I will never forget!

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OMG What Did I Do? Part III My boy and I fucked like demons for about 4 days straight and I was loving it. Fantastic sex, but every time I saw my huge dildo, I would think of that guy's 11" cock I had not seen. I wanted to see one that big. But, I was getting laid good, so I really didn't try to hard to think about it except when I saw my dildo only. Then like it started, our sex stopped again as our schedules got mixed again and basically only saw each other about the time to fall asleep. Both of us too tired to do anything with our long hours again. It only took a few days for my ass to start wanting again. I basically have always wanted it filled every day and a lot every day. LOL A few days without and I was grabbing my dildoes again and ramming my own ass. Most of the time now though, I was grabbing my huge one and using it while thinking about getting a real 11" cock in my hole. Very intense feelings for a few days but the feeling dropped off then. A week had gone by without my boyfriend in me and my hole needed to be satisfied more, so I turned to my sites again to get some feedback from some guys. Loved the camming and play acting with other guys and having them tell me what they would like to do to my hole with their fists or cocks or a dildo along with their cocks. It got me off again for another few days but still thought a lot about the big one I wanted to see. I had not found him online at all and was hoping he would get back on but didn't seem to be. I then got a little bit desperate and sent a message to him asking if he would like a replay? Another couple of days went by with some other guys and some nice hot sessions and some had some big cocks too, but none in the size I wanted to see. Then finally I got a message from him. WOW He told me he would be on at a certain time and I should be naked and ready when he came on and I had better have my biggest dildo ready to plow with. I told him I would be ready and he signed off again. I didn't even get a chance to ask about his cock. The appointed time came and I was naked and lubed and had my huge dildo ready. I was tingling in my ass from the anticipation and sure hoped I got to see that huge cock too. Sure enough he came on right on the button. I was a little disappointed again though, as he seemed to be fully dressed again. He immediately, in that hot voice of his, told me to get comfortable. I laid down on my back and waited to see what was going to happen. He took his shirt off and I about dropped my load watching him do that as muscle after muscle popped out. Not your huge behemoth kind like some weight lifters but just nice big hard muscle of a guy who works hard and works out a little to help. Very hot looking, but I already knew it from his pics. I wanted that cock out. He then told me to get that dildo wet in my mouth as he wanted to see how good I could suck a cock. I immediately buried as much of it in my mouth and throat as I could. His cam was aimed at about the top of his stomach but it looked like he was taking his pants off. I was sucking like mad and hoping the cam would droop somehow and let me see. He did not move the cam down, but told me he liked good cocksuckers and I tried desperately to get the entire dildo in my mouth and down my throat. I about choked myself good but got all but about an inch or a little more finally in me and down my throat. I could see his arm moving and it looked to me like he was stroking his cock just out of sight of the camera. Was driving me nuts. He then told me to start moving the dildo slowly downward towards my hole. I began by slobbering all over it and then very slowly slid it out of my mouth and down my chin to my neck and then down to my chest. Then around one nipple and then across to the other nipple, oh so slowly running it around in circles and making my nips stand up good and hard. Then down across my stomach and stopping at my belly button to push it in there like it was a hole too. Down to my cock and around it and I was hard as a rock and then further down pushing in on and rubbing my balls. Finally to my crack and then to my hole. All the while I could tell he was stroking but still out of sight. As I got to my hole he told me to get to it and just ram it home. I complied and groaned as I rammed the entire length of it in me in one stroke. It hurt like hell but also felt so damn good as it rubbed across my prostate and my cock jumped and nearly shot it's load right then. I started to pull it out and ram it back in hard and fast. I was beyond turned on now as I watched closely as his arm seemed to be getting faster too. My cock was jumping every which way and my ass was on fire but I pounded my hole for all I was worth and kept hoping he would drop the camera down. I wanted to see his cock so bad it was driving me nuts and turning me on at the same time. After only about 10 minutes of pounding the heck out of my hole I could feel the cum starting to boil in my balls and knew that soon it would be coming out of my cock in huge spurts. He seemed to be grimacing some so I was sure he was close too. Then it was there and I let out a low moan and my cock erupted and cum blew out so hard some went clear over my head. Some hit me in the eyes even and I blinked a couple of times and when I looked at the screen again the camera was just coming back up. I caught just a glimpse of the head of his cock and then his cam went off again. I almost screamed. The small glimpse I got of the head of his cock looked gigantic and still was spurting cum that looked like by the gallon. I had not seen his cock again and I could barely move either from pounding my hole so hard and cumming so hard too.

Me and my cousin fucking the first time felt weird the next day when I sobered up.....

When I was in high school, I envied the girls who were known as sluts, including one girl who took 5 or 6 guys at one time. I surpassed her a LONG time ago.

A Visit to Grandpa, that is the one I bet, Arcaner. Had forgotten that one and a friend of grandpa's there is a black guy named Frank, so it is probably the right one.

Love where this is heading

I remember my first trip to the eagle. I was 21 and met a guy at side tracks that wanted to go to the eagle. Off we went he buys me a drink then takes me to the back room. He undid my pants and starts sucking me when i was nice and hard he turned around and backed his ass up on it. I then fucked him til i unloaded. Before i pulled out a large stocky guy walked up to me from behind started kissing my neck and rubbing my hole. I just moaned and pushed back on his fingers. He took that as a sign and position his cock at my hole. He wasnt long but was thick. After he was in he bent me over and and rammed it home for good 5 minutes before pulling me close and shooting a huge load in me. He pulled out and another hairy guy took his place. I left there around 4am with 12 loads. 4 from the first guy to take my ass that evening, i took his number home with me. Oh how I miss chicago.

I was only 18 when I first experienced the joys of gay sex. All through high school I had denied myself the pleasures of being the cum whore that I longed to be. It was my last day of my senior year and I was feeling nostalgic and wanted to say good bye to the weight room that I so loved. I was never really into sports, I could hold my own during a friendly training game of football with the football team, but sports were not for me. Even so, I loved working out, I loved the way the burn felt as my muscles tensed and relaxed when I lifted weights, the feel of sweat pouring down my chest as I ran five miles daily on the treadmill, the sensation of the hurricane fan blowing a cool breeze up my legs and into my loose shorts, caressing and cooling my body all together. After my daily workout I would strip down and hit the men's community shower, and yes, I also loved getting a shower at the school. There were no privacy partitions, just an open tiled room with about four to six shower heads on each of the bleach white walls. I tried so desperately to not look at the other beautifully built naked guys who would be in the shower with me. Oh the fantasies I would have. It took every ounce of strength in my body to not pop a boner in that shower. It was even more difficult to hide my erection when Coach Davis would shower with us. That man was a god in my eyes! Big, burly, built, and hairy with a good thick and meaty eight-inch, uncut cock! I loved it when it was just he and I in the showers alone together. He would always wash his curly black hair and when he would tilt his head back to rinse the shampoo out is when I would steal a glance at his rugged naked body, watching the suds trail down his chest and stomach and cradle around the side of that beautiful cock. But I digress. This is the story of how I became POZ. First let me just tell you a little about myself. My name is Justin. I am about 5'9", lean built weighing in at 150 lbs., thick brown hair with eyes to match, smooth all the way down, with a nice seven inch cut dick and bloated balls. I have nice features, with a good complexion and a slight golden tan and brown nipples. My ass is firm, tight, and perfectly round. I was told later that my ass is one of those that you can grab, mold, and shape and it will bounce right back into perfect place. My story starts as I was visiting the weight room for the final time. Graduation was over, I had officially passed the dry run for the rest of my life. My parents had left to go home, they knew that I was going to a graduation party with my friends after I visited my beloved gym one last time. Saying good bye is difficult to do when you love something, so I decided to do one last final workout. Fortunately I kept a change of clothes in my truck for after the graduation ceremony, a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt, along with a pair of jeans, socks, undies, and so on just in case I decided to go out to dinner or something with my friends. I grabbed my clothes and headed back to the gym. I pumped up a major sweat lifting weights and running my five miles. I looked into the floor length mirrors that were all over the walls, designed to make the weight room look larger I guess, admiring my body and what all that hard work brought to me. I figured that I was alone in the gym because I never heard anyone or saw anyone the entire time I was in there. I assumed Coach Davis was out celebrating graduation with all the other students and staff members, so I stripped down right there in the weight room. The hurricane fan felt great as its breeze whisked across my naked body. I relished the feeling it gave me, that momentary freedom it afforded me before heading into the showers. Once in the showers, I was, of course, alone, so I decided to turn on two of the heads and really enjoy myself. No one had bothered me these past few hours, what time was it anyway? It must be getting dark outside by now, my workout routine is not a short one. Oh well. I washed my hair and lathered up my body, enjoying the feel of my pecs, washing my torso down to my penis. I had never been so turned on in my young life. After nearly five years of working out and showering here, I finally have the chance to unleash my seed in the one place that has been the home to every erotic fantasy I have ever had! Feeling the silkiness of my swollen mushroom head in my right hand as my left hand reached behind me to slip my middle finger past my virgin hole. I always wanted this shower to be my first sexual experience, but at least I get to masturbate in it now. I must have been really into it because I never heard the door to the gym open or slam shut, but when I chanced to open my eyes I saw Coach Davis and twelve other guys standing there, watching me pleasure myself. I felt so embarrassed and ashamed that I had been caught jerking off by my Coach and a bunch of strange men I didn't know. "Justin," he asked, "What the fuck are you doing, boy?" I could only shudder and couldn't give an answer. Coach Davis grabbed me by the arm and pulled me closer to him, "What the fuck do you think you are doing in my showers you little faggot bitch!?" The intense anger in his voice brought me to reason, I had better answer this man before he got violently angry. He was known to have a wicked temper with his football players. "Fuckin never mind!" he said as he pushed me to the shower floor, "Guys, it looks like we have a bitch tonight. I hope you are ready Justin." The look in his eyes was madness. What were they going to do to me? Here I am helpless, naked, and wet, surrounded by a bunch of burly men who could easily break me in half with a single finger! They all quickly stripped their clothing. I watched in terror and delight wondering what was going on. They all had the same tattoo on their bodies but in different places, it was a blue biohazard. Coach Davis caught me looking at his on his thigh, I had seen it many times but never gave it much thought. It looked pretty cool in my opinion. "Don't worry boy, you'll want to get your own tattoo soon enough." What did Coach mean by this? I started feeling a cold chill come over me. Something dark... wrong... evil was about to transpire here. Before I knew what was going on, I felt four hands grip my arms and the Coach saying "Hold him down boys, I don't want him getting away, we are going to make him one of us tonight. Justin, tonight your life will change forever. We are going to give you the gift you do not yet know you want." What the fuck was that supposed to mean? The gift I do not yet know I want? I was on my knees, two guys, one holding tight to each arm, I was too frightened to fight back against these men. Surely Coach Davis wouldn't let any harm come to me. I felt his arms embrace my chest from behind me. His solid dick poking at my ass cheeks. "What are you doing Coach?" I asked as tears started to spill down my cheeks. "Justin, we are the Blue Brotherhood. Do you see all of these blue biohazard tats that we all share? It means we all have HIV or AIDS and none of us are on meds. Everyone in this room right now has never taken any meds. That is what separates us from everyone else who has HIV and AIDS." I began to panic and cry harder in fear. "We share our strains with each other Justin. We share with each other, so we can pass it along to others. Tonight, every man in this shower room is going to fuck you. You are going to be the next member of the Blue Brotherhood. You will not leave here until every man has had his fill of your ass hole and has infected you with his own personal strain. Tonight you are going to be initiated into this Brotherhood and you will submit to all of us, anytime, anywhere." The sheer shock of what he said they were about to do to me left me in a terrified daze. I couldn't move! I was about to be fucked by these guys who are all HIV positive and I can't get away! The moment that thought crossed my mind was the moment I felt Coach Davis' huge uncut dick press against my asshole and push in. I let out a terrible yell. People in the next county should have been able to hear my screaming. Coach kept on pushing into me and puling out. In and out, in and out. Soon the pain gave way to pleasure and I found myself enjoying the feel or his dick, the first real man cock I have ever lusted over, poisoning my virgin hole. He was about to shoot his toxic seed deep in my guts. I would no longer be the healthy young man I had always been. I started to struggle again trying to push his cock out of me. Another guy stepped up and held my face still. As he did, he put a small brown bottle up to my nose and said "Inhale this deeply." The grip he had on my skull told me not to argue with him, so I inhaled. The room started spinning. I felt light headed and free. The pressure of Coach Davis' dick going in and out of my ass felt a thousand times much better. My body relaxed. My arms were released. Coach had me by my waist and begun to pound my ass hard. I could tell he was about to shoot his charged load deep into my guts, it felt so fucking good! Then it happened. With one massive thrust I felt his body press against my ass, his dick stabbing deeper into my channel as it pulsed and shot volley after volley of his demon seed into me. Instinctively my ass started milking his cock for more. Coach knew then I was going to take every cock there. One by one each guy took a turn. My mouth, my ass, my body was raped and violated by these men, by these members of The Blue Brotherhood. All twelve of these guys shot his toxic cum deep into my ass. I remember looking down in the shower and seeing drops of blood, my blood, mixed into the shower water going down the drain. They had me on all fours, they had me on my back, any way they could take my innocence they did it. In the end I was begging them for that demonic nut juice like a crack whore needing that next fix! They did it. I was now HIV positive. They were all spent inside of me. I could feel their seed spreading into my blood, into every fiber of my being. I lay there in the shower, still naked, covered in cum and blood. I could not move. My ass felt used, it felt good to be fucked. I knew then I was meant to be a cum slave. Coach Davis sat down next to me and whispered into my ear "Welcome to the Brotherhood." I was in such a sexual daze that I did not notice him pinning me down to the floor as another man straddled my lower back. I just assumed I was about to take some more cum. Then I heard that low hum. It sounded like an electric razor. I tried to get up to see what it was and to get myself together but the coach kept me down. That is when I felt the sharp stab of the needle into my back! The fuckers were putting a tattoo between my shoulder blades! It hurt so badly, and I couldn't get away. "You already ravaged my body, now you have to brand it too? You fuckers are sick!" I cried the entire time both from pain and from shame of what they were doing to me. I became their bitch. Suddenly I felt something on my left arm. Another hand slapping me on my arm. What now? What more can they do to me? A pinch, a slight pressure, nausea. "There. All finished" the coach whispered as he released me and the tattoo artist got off of my back. I finally realized what pain is that day. As I was allowed to walk naked into the weight room with the mirrors, all the guys clapped and cheered, giving me cat calls and whistled at me as I staggered past them to look at myself. I stood there in front of the mirror, not sure exactly of who I was looking at. It looked like me, it moved with me, but it couldn't be me. I could see from the other reflections of my back the big blue biohazard symbol between my shoulder blades. My ass stained with cum and dried blood. My arm sore from something. "Coach, what have you done?" "Justin, we all fucked you. Then we gave you a tattoo, and while you were getting that tattoo we gave you an injection containing a mixture of all of our blood. You are now one of us." I had been broken. I was now one of them. It took me some time to come to terms with it all but in the end I embraced it. I have never felt so liberated and alive. Now I am a sperm bank for all, and occasionally I will make a deposit into virgin ass as well. We are the Blue Brotherhood.

Part 4. The Real Men They were all in military fatigues. I counted five men in total, each one bigger and taller than the last. The final two actually had to duck when entering the room to avoid hitting their heads. After letting them in, my brother walked back to the bed and yanked Antoine off. "You say you wanna get fucked by men," he sneered. "Then what the fuck are you doing with little boycunts like this?" Jack pointed to the 5 enormous black men standing behind him. "See these giant motherfuckers here?" he said. "Now these are what I call "real men"; they're the biggest, meanest motherfucking drill instructors the Marine Corps has ever seen. For as long as I've known them, they've been culling the herd by turning out weak whiteboy recruits and pimping them out to ex-con gangbangers who wanna relive the thrill of raping skinheads in prison." "And if they can do that to Marine recruits," he continued, "just imagine what they can do to you." Jack turned to the smallest one in the group. "You take first round, bro," he said, "you know the drill." The man nodded and took off his fatigues. Even as the smallest in the group, this guy was still huge--probably 6'5" or so and over 250 pounds. He was also one of the hairiest black men I'd ever seen. A jet-black thicket of hair covered every inch of his body except his head, which he had shaved bald. His cock matched the rest of his body--huge, hairy, and uncut. The Marine walked over, and without a word, forced my mouth open and shoved in the head of his hardening cock. Even half-hard, his cock was too thick for my mouth. When he tried to push it in more, I felt a searing pain in the corners of my mouth as the skin began to tear. I grunted out in pain, and I heard Jack say, "Hey buddy, why don't we give his mouth a rest? He's drugged up and feeling no pain right now, but his face did get a pretty nasty beatdown earlier." My Marine fucker just shrugged and moved to the foot of the bed. He rummaged through his fatigues, pulled out a dirty rag, sprayed something into the rag, and threw it at my face. "If you know what's good for you," was all he said. The rag was disgusting, covered with reddish-brown stains, presumably from the torn, leaking asses of virgin USMC recruits. There was also an elastic band attached to either side of the rag, like you see on masks, so it was easy to figure out what I was supposed to do. I took a deep breath and put the rag on like a mask. The smell was awful at first, but after a few seconds I began to feel a warm, tingling sensation that started spreading and relaxing every part of my body, including my boy pussy. Without meaning to, I let out a soft moan of pleasure. One of the Marines laughed and said, "oh yeah, baby, this little boycunt's ready now." Two mitt-like hands grabbed my feet and yanked them up, exposing my asshole. I then felt something impossibly thick and blunt brush up against my asshole. Even after two days of being gangbanged by Antoine and his crew, I knew that I wasn't ready for this monster trying to push its way into my pussy, but the pressure against my anus kept growing and growing until my boyhole finally gave in. It was the most excruciating, white-hot pain I'd ever felt in my life. I tried to run away, but between the nylon restraints, the paralyzing spray, and the fucker's vice-like grip on my feet, all I could do was scream into the rag like a helpless little girl as he shoved the entire length of his horsecock up my ass, shredding his way through my insides until I felt his balls resting against my boycunt. The other Marines seemed to get excited by the sound of my screams, and began hooting and hollering "oorah!" Spurred on by the others, my fucker immediately began pounding into my hole like a jackhammer, not giving me any time to get used to his cock. Over the next 5 minutes, the Marine kept on increasing the speed and force of his strokes, eventually building up to an unbelievably frenzied pace that simply destroyed my boycunt. These Marines seemed to enjoy keeping me in a constant state of agony, and hearing my screams get louder and louder. But then, just as suddenly as it had started, the violent fucking went away. I remember hearing a noise (like a bell ringing) followed by one of the Marines shouting something, at which point the pummeling just stopped, the Marine pulled out his cock, and let go of my feet. With the rag still over my face, I couldn't tell exactly what was going on, but after the first Marine moved aside, I felt another Marine quickly taking his place between my legs. "Ready?"asked the new Marine as he grabbed my feet and pulled me back up to position. "Wait, wait, please" I whimpered, "wait; can't we just take a break for 5 minutes, please?" At that, all of the Marines started laughing. "Yo Jack," I heard one of the Marines say to my brother, "didn't you tell your little bro how this works?" I heard another Marine say, "It's a competition, you dirty bimbo. You don't get a break until one of us comes." I still didn't understand what they were saying. Confused, and desperate to delay the next assault on my pussy for as long as possible, I asked, "what do you mean? What kind of competition?" "We're being timed, you stupid slut," said the first Marine, still out of breath. "We each take turns fucking you for 5 minutes," he continued, "and the first one to cum inside your nasty little ass wins." It took a second or two to sink in. "So... you're going to keep fucking me like this until someone comes inside me in less than 5 minutes?" I asked. "That's right," said the Marine on deck, "and we'll keep fucking you like this, for however long it takes, until you understand that for a boypussy like you, the only thing that matters is serving the real men of the world, offering your cunt to any man who wants it, and giving pleasure to any man who claims you." "Now shut the fuck up, little boy" he continued, "and enjoy the next 5 minutes." To be continued.

Part 3. My Brother's Wrath That weekend, I just let myself enjoy the wild ride that Antoine and his crew were giving me. They kept alternating slams of Tina with doses of GHB and ketamine, and I kept passing in and out of consciousness, waking up one minute to the excruciatingly pleasurable feeling of the Masters double-penetrating me, falling asleep the next to the sensation of Antoine slapping my ass as he fucked me from behind, then waking up again with a blindfold over my face as I was getting pounded by one of Antoine's many lieutenants, and so on. Antoine wouldn't let me see any of his lieutenants' faces, or tell me how many of his crew had fucked me over the weekend, because he wanted me to remember that he could always get to me--anywhere, anytime. "If you tell anyone about what we did this weekend, baby," he whispered in my ear one night, "I'll know; and when you're least expecting it, I'll have one of my boys come up behind you, knock you out, and rip your asshole open with a knife and leave you bleeding to death." His tone, so serious but matter-of-fact, made me shiver--although I have to admit, it also made my puny little boy cock harder than it's ever been. Late on Sunday night, after nearly 48 continuous hours of partying and fucking, I finally found my way back to Jack's house. I was exhausted, but strangely calm and contented in a way that only a whiteboy whose cunt has been repeatedly owned and used by a black master can understand. I could feel the last few gifts of cum from Antoine's crew leaking out of my ass as I walked up to the front door. The entire house was pitch black. Figuring my brother had already gone to bed, I quietly made my way up the stairs and tiptoed past my brother's bedroom to my room. But just as I was thinking, "I'm safe," I tripped over something in the dark and landed on the floor with a loud thud. "Oof!" I groaned from the shock and pain. I heard a soft click, and the lights came on. Still lying on the ground, I looked up--and there, sitting on my bed in nothing but his underwear, was my eldest brother Jack. For a split second, neither of us said anything. But as I started pushing myself off the ground, Jack spoke. "Stay down, boy," he said in his deep, commanding voice, "stay down on the ground, where you belong." And for some reason, even though I had been disobeying and disrespecting Jack ever since I moved in with him, this time I did what I was told. I stayed on the ground, face down, and waited to see what he would do next. I heard the bedsprings groan as his hulking, 6'4", 260-pound body got off the bed. He came and stood over me, his enormous size-16 feet on either side of my head, his massive frame casting the room in shadow. "What the fuck is this?" I heard him say as he reached over and ran his hand over the back of my pants, still damp and reeking of ni#%a cum. I didn't know what to say. Then I heard him sniff his hand. "Is this what I fucking think it is?!?" he shouted, in a booming voice so loud I worried that he might wake our neighbors. He grabbed the back of my shirt and yanked me up in one swift motion, as if I weighed nothing. I was standing up now, face-to-face (or more like face-to-chest) with Jack, and what I saw frightened me--bright red face, teeth bared, and seething with anger, the veins in his neck and temples pulsing with hot fiery Mediterranean blood. And I could smell him, standing so close to me in nothing but his underwear--his hairy, muscular body radiated a powerful, musky scent that filled my nostrils. I suddenly felt weak and a bit dizzy. He pulled me closer, until his face was just inches away from mine. "What the fuck have you been doing, you little shit?!" he barked, "is this what you are now? A faggot whore leaking men's cum outta his ass? Is this what you want, huh? Is this what you want?!" And at that moment, for some reason I still can't explain, I did the unthinkable. Whether it was because Antoine had just shown me how good it feels to submit to another man, or because Jack's masculine scent, which I'd never experienced before, was overpowering my senses, I replied, "Yes, Jack, that's exactly what I want." What happened next is kind of a blur. After Jack punched me in the head, all I can remember is a series of disjointed images and sounds--of Jack yelling, of me crying and begging him to stop, of tears streaming down Jack's face, of white flashes of pain as he landed blow after blow. Thankfully, mercifully, I eventually passed out. --- When I regained consciousness, the first thing I noticed was that the pain was gone. I could remember the beating I'd gotten from my brother, and I couldn't help but wonder why I wasn't feeling any pain. In fact, I felt pretty good. I opened my eyes, and what I saw confused me even more. Antoine was sitting on top of me, with a leather strap and a syringe in his hands, and a weird expression on his face--one that I'd never seen before. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I took another look at his face, and I realized that the expression I was seeing was one of fear--of pure, unadulterated fear. I turned my head and looked around the room, trying to figure out what was going on. I was lying on my own bed, in my own bedroom, and all the lights were on. I then noticed, for the first time, the black nylon rope tied around my wrists and ankles, and also tied around Antoine's neck and wrists. And finally, in the corner, I saw the giant--a muscular, hairy hulk of a man, sitting on my chair completely naked, with an enormous, almost savage-looking hard-on, and wearing a black ski mask. It took me a few seconds to realize that this giant of a man was my brother Jack. "So this is what you were up to all weekend," he said in a disgusted tone, "letting some ni#%a shoot you full of drugs and rape you over and over again." He stood up. I could now see that he was holding a large butcher's knife. He walked over to the bed and grabbed the top of Antoine's head with one impossibly large hand and brought the knife up to Antoine's throat with the other. "And this worthless little shit was more than happy to supply all the drugs and ni#%a cock that you wanted," he said as Antoine's body started shaking above me, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Well, if that's what you want, little bro, then that's exactly what you're going to get," he said. "Anyone could see that Mom and Pops were spoiling you in their old age, always letting you get away with murder," he continued, "but back when we were growing up, they didn't tolerate any bullshit from the kids. Pops, especially. And when he caught me smoking a cigarette in seventh grade, he dragged my sorry ass to the kitchen table and made me smoke an entire carton of cigarettes, and even when I was puking my guts out and begging him to stop, he kept lighting one right after another, for almost the entire day, until I had finished the whole carton." Jack laughed. "And that's exactly how I'm going to teach you, little brother, how not to become a faggot." He turned and walked toward the bedroom door. "If it's big black men that you want," he said, "then that's what you're going to get." "And by men, I mean real men," he said, "not this prepubescent little street kid you let fuck you." He turned around, and with a dramatic flourish, he opened the door. Even in my drugged, hazy state of mind, when I saw the size of the men walking through my bedroom door, I immediately knew that I was in trouble. Antoine and his crew were big, yes, but these men were in another class altogether. If Antoine's crew had been a college basketball team, then this was the NBA. The NBA All-Stars. And I was going to get raped by all of them. To be continued.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 15 Charles seemed to be developing a desire for more in his life than being a single, poz gifter. He was spending a lot of time with Zak, and a bond appeared to be forming between the three of us. Sunday morning, while Charles was fucking another charged load into my hungry ass, Jonathan and Coty’s transformation from boys into hot, POZ, gay, men had begun. Jonathan’s fuck flu was in full throttle. Like the rest of us, as sick as he was he was horny as fuck that his body was being consumed with HIV, and he begged for Ian’s cock in his hungry cunt. Ian mounted Jonathan’s feverish, sweaty body and planted more virus into his hole. It also helped Ian take his mind off his breakup with Brian, and bring him back to what he loved…..poz breeding. Coty, on the other hand, was experiencing a much less intense seroconversion. His symptoms were more annoying than anything. He woke in a pool of sweat feeling wiped out with a headache. During the night his entire abdomen sprouted an unusual rash that looked like a network of fine, raised, red, blood vessels. His arms and elbows were so itchy he felt he could scratch them bloody. While Ian was dumping a load into Jonathan’s ass, Coty joined in and impaled himself on Jonathan’s diseased cock and milked his toxic jizz into his cunt. After popping a Benadryl and dowsing himself with hydrocortisone cream he rubbed out a huge load of poz spunk and stopped scratching long enough to drift off to sleep. When I returned to Milwaukee Sunday night I discovered a feverish Jonathan curled up in bed with Coty. Sobbing could be heard from my bedroom where Ian was in tears hugging my pillow. I slid into bed and held him. He clung onto my arm and nuzzled his head against mine. “What’s wrong, Ian?” “I’ve made a mess of things.” “What happened? Maybe it can be fixed.” Between tears, “Brian knows I’m poz and have been trying to convert him. He broke up with me…….What was I thinking? I was a fool to think I could have it all. I shouldn’t have given him my poz loads. Maybe he would have accepted me being poz and stayed with me. I hoped he would be as turned on by poz as I am, but he never will be and he’ll never forgive me.” “How did he find out?” “I thought I was sending a text to Coty, and I screwed up and sent it to Brian by mistake.” “Does he know Zak and I pozzed you?” “No. I tried to explain why I chased and tried to infect him with HIV, but he wouldn’t listen. He told me to get out.” “Let things settle down. It’s a lot to take in if you’re not chasing. You gave him a taste of poz pig play. Maybe he’ll realize just how hot it is and want to charge up.” “I doubt it. You should have seen him. He was so angry with me.” I popped my head into the spare bedroom to check on Jonathan and Coty. It appeared as though Jonathan was converting, and I was pleased to find my suspicions confirmed. Jonathan was uncovered and sleeping naked. He was sweating so much he was laying on a towel. Coty was curled up next to Jonathan. His stiff shaft protruded from the sheet half draped across his body. I noticed an odd looking rash to his abdomen, something I had never seen, but heard it was a symptom sometimes found in people newly infected with HIV. My dick began to grow. All three of my boys were now poz, and all our play together would be true pig play, because every load being shared was now toxic. I text Zak: “I’m home…..good news: Jonathan and Coty are converting. Bad news: Brian found out Ian is poz and trying to charge him up and dumped him.” “Hot about Jonathan and Coty…..YES!! Not much I can say about Ian…..Tell him I’m sorry. It was hot, but he was playing with fire.” “I know…..it was hot though. Brian did take 5 poz loads, so he may still charge up.” “Woof, babe. I love you.” “Ditto!!” First thing Monday morning Brian contacted his doctor who squeezed him in for an afternoon appointment. While driving to his doctor’s office he pulled up to a stop light. The car ahead of him had two bumper stickers that read, “Take it Like a Man,” and “There’s Nothing Negative About Me.” After checking in at the front desk he sat in the lounge and looked for anything that might catch his attention while anxiously waiting for his name to be called. He saw a display ad for HIV sitting on an end table…. “Know your status…..get tested.” Flipping through the reading material he came across a magazine…..POZ. He skimmed more magazines, and a sports one caught his eye. Brian thought, “Oh that might have some hot pics of men to see.” He tried to pull it from the stack, but it slipped from his hand, fell to the floor and opened to an ad for the HIV medication, Atripla. He sighed and shook his head. Frustrated, he flipped the magazine shut and tossed it back on the table. “Fuck,” He nervously crossed his legs and thought to himself, “Does every fucking thing I look at have to deal with HIV? And why the fuck is my fucking cock half erect? FUCK!!!!” The medical assistant finally called Brian to the exam room. He sat in the corner chair and fingered through the magazines on the counter; finally nothing dealing with HIV. Then Brian glanced around the room, and on the wall was a pamphlet….”Knowledge is power…... “Poz, poz, poz,” he said…..”Thanks Ian….it’s all I can fucking think about now.” Then it dawned on him….even his doctor’s name was AIDS spelled backwards…..Dr. Scott Dias (S. Dias). “What the fuck!!!” he said. Dr. Dias greeted Brian and asked, “So what’s going on?” Brian responded, “Well, I found out my partner has been cheating one me and was infected with HIV. I didn’t know he was positive and we had unprotected sex, so now I’ve been exposed myself to HIV. I need to know if there is anything I can do.” Dr. Dias said, “First the two of you need to only have protected sex. How long ago was the exposure?” “It happened several times over the last few weeks,” Brian said. “Well, it’s too early to test you for HIV. If you show no symptoms after 3 months you should have an HIV test. If you develop symptoms within the first 3 months you should get tested at that time.” “Well, what about PrEP? Would that help?” “You can try it, but there are no guarantees after 72 hours post exposure, and you’re definitely past that 72 hour window. You can try PrEP if you want. It may stop the virus if you’ve been infected.” Brian responded, “So it’s possibly too late already?” then realized his cock was again half erect. He shifted in his seat to try and conceal the erection forming in his pants. (He thought, what the hell is going on? Why the fuck am I boning up again)? “I’d still like to try the PrEP if I can,” he added. Dr. Dias said, “Of course….I’ll write the prescription. And don’t worry, you’re going to be fine.” “Fine? I don’t feel fine, Doc. I’m freaking out.” “Brian, you really will be alright. HIV is much more manageable than it used to be. In the meantime, try to relax. Contact me if you have any problems, okay?” Dr. Dias discussed the need to know information with PrEP and sent Brian on his way. Driving to the pharmacy Brian thought about the bareback fucking with Ian. In the past safe sex was all he knew. The past several weeks with Ian played over and over in his head. He remembered asking for Ian’s cum and Ian asking him if he was sure he wanted it. Ian also told him he was giving all of his juices to him. He pictured Ian’s cock firing off poz cum deep inside him and remembered how good Ian’s shaft felt inside of him bare. He loved having cum in his ass. Brian began to cry and at the same time his cock was fully erect. Brian obtained his PrEP and returned home. He took a pill from the bottle and placed it on the dining room table then sat and stared at it. “Why am I hesitating,” he asked himself? “Just take the damn thing.” His shaft again stiffened, and he found himself stroking his meat while the pill remained untouched on the table in front of him. Brian suddenly stopped jacking off, grabbed the pill, dropped it back in the prescription bottle, and shoved them aside. He stared at the PrEP bottle with his hard shaft pulsing and bouncing in the front of him then grabbed his phone and text Zeek: “Zeek, are you around?” “Yep….I’m here….what’s up?” “I don’t know what’s going on with me. I really need to talk to someone. Can we get together?” “Sure….I have time now if that works for you.” “Can I come over?” “Sure.” I sent Brian my address. “See you in a bit.” “Thanks.” I immediately called Ian. “Can you get here stat? Brian just text me. He wants to talk. He’s coming to my place.” “I’m on my way.” “He can’t know you’re here, so park around the corner.” Jonathan and Coty were upstairs in bed still symptomatic going through their seroconversion. Ian arrived, and when Brian pulled up to the house I told Ian to hide in the entry hall closet. As he stepped in he chuckled, “I never thought I’d be going back into the closet.” He could not only listen but see us through the slatted doors. Brian sat next to me on the sofa, obviously very distraught. He nervously said, “Please keep this to yourself, okay. I didn’t know who else to turn to.” “Of course,” I said. “What’s wrong, Brian?” “Well…..Ian and I broke up.” “I’m so sorry, Brian. What happened?” (I glanced at the closet where Ian was hiding). “I found out Ian’s been cheating on me. He’s been barebacking with poz guys and now he’s poz too.” (I played dumb) “Oh, wow.” “He has some turn on for poz that he said he tried to resist.” I put my arm around Brian and rubbed him on the shoulder and felt my cock twitch in my jeans. “That’s a lot to take in at once.” “That’s not all.” Tears dripped from Brian’s cheeks. “We started barebacking together. He was purposely trying to infect me. He said he hoped I would have the same turn on for poz.” I could see Brian’s cock was fully erect down his pants leg. “Did he cum in you?” Brian’s cock throbbed, “Yes, several times, and my doc said I’m outside the window for PrEP.” I put my hand on Brian’s thigh, and my own dick was now boned up. I brushed lightly against Brian’s hard shaft, “So how do you feel about that?” His meat throbbed, “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on with me.” “Could Ian be right? Deep down are you actually turned on by it?” He defensively said, “No, what? Why would you even say that?” I slid my hand up his thigh and across his hard meat, “Because your cock tells me otherwise.” His dick flexed against my grasp. He firmly replied, “Of course I’m not turned on by poz.” “It’s okay if you are, you know. What’s so bad if you are?” I continued to stroke Brian’s cock through his tight jeans, and I could feel a wet spot of precum forming on his pant leg. “Because it’s HIV.” “Yes it is, but I can understand why Ian did what he did. Very uninhibited bareback sex. A total release of his inhibitions taking all cum no matter what. I bet it you enjoyed taking his cock raw and his cum too.” Brian didn’t reply. His cock said it all throbbing rock hard. “Your cock again tells me I’m right.” “Are you sure your anger isn’t towards yourself because you actually enjoyed taking his poz cum?” “No…..I mean…..I don’t know. I’m confused by all this.” “Could it be the idea of cutting loose no matter what, taking poz cum and charging up turns you on?” Brian’s cock stiffened even more. It felt as though he could shoot his load at any moment. “No…..Ah……I don’t know anymore.” Brian slumped onto my shoulder and cried. I put my arms around him and glanced toward the hall closet with an evil grin. Brian’s tears soon stopped, and he let out a deep sigh. After a moment I felt his lips against my neck. He kissed me again on the neck. I again grasped his hard cock, and he whispered in my ear, “I’ve always wondered what it would be like having sex with you.” “Then let’s find out.” “But I may be poz,” he said. “I don’t care,” I said and locked my lips with his. I pulled my shirt off then stripped Brian of his clothes. His cock slid deep into my throat as I fingered his ass. “You want my shaft inside you?” “Oh, fuck…..yes, I’ve always wanted this.” I flipped Brian over onto his knees and buried my face in his ass. “What a fucking sweet hole,” I said then continued to munch on his cunt. My cock strained against my jeans begging to be released. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my meat out. With plenty of spit I lubed up my shaft and thrust the head of my cock into Brian’s ass. Hidden in the closet, Ian pulled out his rock hard cock and began stroking his shaft. Brian moaned and arched his back burying my rod deeper in his hole. “You like that meat in you raw, don’t you?” “I do, yes…..fuck, it feels incredible.” I plowed the entire length of my cock into Brian’s shitter and began to fuck him hard and deep. “You like cum in your cunt, don’t you?” “Yes, I admit it. I love it.” “Want MY cum in your cunt?” “Yes, please.” “I’m close to seeding you. You love being bred, don’t you? Taking poz cum. Being a cum pig.” “Yes, I love it. Cum in me.” “Here is comes pig. All of my POZ cum.” “Oh fuck,” Brian exclaimed. Hearing my poz status his meat instantly exploded; firing off a huge load a good 3 feet across my sofa. At the same time my cock expanded and throbbed repeatedly. “Take my poz cum…..feel that shooting in you? I’m breeding your ass right fucking now with my poz seed.” I kept my shaft buried in Brian’s cunt. Overwhelmed with emotion he again sobbed. I slowly worked my cock in and out of his hole. Watching me breed his boyfriend’s cunt pushed Ian over the edge and he fired off his poz cum. As I attempted to pull out Brian thrust his ass onto my cock. “Don’t pull out….. please.” My shaft again throbbed deep in his gut. I collapsed on top of him and caressed the back of his head. I whispered in his ear. “Let it go……you know you want this. It’s erotic. Ian wanted it too, that’s why Zak and I bred his sweet ass with our toxic cum.” Brian pressed his ass into me. “Oh fuck,” he said. “You guys pozzed, Ian?” “Yes and he couldn’t get enough of our poz seed.” Ian’s meat remained boned up. He smeared his poz semen down his cock and continued to stroke the full length of his shaft. My dick was again rock hard, and I started to plow into Brian’s hole. “Fuck yes……fuck me. Give me that poz cum.” “You’re going to love being poz. It’s so fucking erotic.” “Yes, Give it to me. Poz my ass up.” I thrust into Brian faster and faster, “Here you go, pig….here’s more of my virus. Take my DNA.” “Fuck yeah,” Brian mumbled under his breath. His cock again throbbed and spewed another puddle of thick cum as I filled his guts with my toxic jizz. Ian could no longer hold back. His shaft throbbed in his grip and another load of venomous juice shot from his piss hole. “Now tell me that wasn’t hot and that you didn’t love taking my poz cum?” “Ok…..I can’t…..I love it and that scares the hell out of me.” “Just take it slow. I had fears too, but they disappeared, and I have no regrets on my decision to poz.” “So who pozzed you?” “Zak.” “Well I can’t deny it is erotic. Poz does turn me on.” After a moment of silence, I said, “You know Zak and I met Ian before you and I got together for our date. Ian didn’t do this to hurt you. He’s hurting too. He cares a great deal for you. He struggled to resist his urges, but he craved to take poz so much and be a total pig. I think he was just trying to be himself….a poz pig, and also hoped somehow he could share how wonderful that is with you.” “I care about him too…… This just scares me but turns me on too. I think I need to talk to him. Thank you, Zeek.” As soon as the door closed behind Brian, I called to Ian, “He’s gone.” Ian flung open the closet door, “Can I come out of the closet now?” I chuckled, “Yes.” Ian jumped into my arms. “Thank you so much. That was incredibly hot.” About 30 minutes later Ian’s phone lit up with a text from Brian: “Ian….can we talk?” Ian was grinning from ear to ear, “Yes.” “Can you come over?” “Yes….I’ll be right over.” “Cool……” Brian greeted Ian at the door, “Thanks for coming, Ian.” “I’m really glad you messaged me.” They sat on Brian’s sofa together. “Let me say this and just listen, okay? The other night when I found out you chased to poz and were trying to give it to me, it was a lot to take in at once. I lost my temper with you, but part of that was because as much as I didn’t want to admit it…..I can’t believe I’m saying this….. it turned me on. I do wish you would have told me about your turn on for poz, but I do understand why you didn’t. I got together with Zeek and it didn’t take much to help me realize this is a turn on to me. He also told me that Zak and him are the ones that pozzed you. So….I’m sorry….I do have a turn on to poz, and I want to explore that with you, but we need to take it slow. It scares me a bit, but I want you to be the one to poz me if you will be my boyfriend again……… And, one other thing that I think will probably turn you on. I ended up getting fucked by Zeek and I took his poz cum.” “Twice,” Ian said grinning. “What?” “You took his poz cum twice.” “How did you know that?” “Don’t be mad, but I saw the entire thing and it was so hot. I shot MY load…..twice.” “How did you watch us?” “I was in the closet.” Rubbing the top of Ian’s head, “Well you certainly aren’t in the closet anymore, you little hottie.” Brian and Ian both chuckled. “So you’ll be my boyfriend again,” Brian asked? “Abso- fucking- lutely.” Brian added, “Well, I guess there’s only one more thing to do right now.” He led Ian to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. He looked at his bottle of PrEP then at Ian. He grabbed the bottle, unscrewed the lid, dumped the pills into the toilet, and flushed them. “Oops,” Brian said as the last pill disappeared from sight. Over the next two weeks Ian fucked Brian bareback every night. He agreed to ask if he should pull out when he was close to cumming. The first few times Brian had Ian pull out, but the third time they played, Ian again asked, “Fuck….I’m getting close, where do you want my poz seed?” Brian replied, “Don’t pull out ever again. Give me every drop of that poz cum.” Ian plowed into Brian even more excited. “Fuck yes….I’m seeding your ass now,” Ian said between pants. “I’ve been waiting for this. I love giving you my charged load.” From that night on, Ian shot his toxic jizz in Brian’s cunt. A few weeks later Brian was seroconverting. Like Ian and most of his poz brothers, Brian had the intense flu-like symptoms. To celebrate his pozzing, Zak, Brian, Ian, Jonathan, Coty and I got together. We each took our turn recharging Brian’s ass with a potent dose of our demon seed. Brian, Ian, Jonathan, and Coty all confirmed their poz status together. After a boned up morning at the not so free, free clinic with “Dame Edna” and “Nurse Ratched” we all drove to Chicago. Zak fired up his tattoo gun, and Charles joined us all at Zak’s shop. We had a proud, poz, tattoo party. Charles invited two chasers he met online. We all stripped naked, and opposite fucking the two twink chasers and swapping our DNA, Zak branded the four newest poz bros with their own brazen biohazard tattoo. Brian and Ian wanted their ink at the base of their cocks. They both shaved off each other’s pubic hair then watched Zak ink the other with their own mark as proud, poz, gay men. Jonathan and Coty both got their brand to their right hip area, but Coty wanted an added bonus. First he bent one of the twinks over and fired off a toxic load deep into his guts. He then leaned back on the tattoo table. Zak licked the last of the poz cum leaking from Coty’s piss hole then fired up the tattoo gun. Coty watched Zak pull the skin to his glans as tight as possible. His cock was half boned with anticipation. Then the first needle entry and Zak began to carve a red plus sign into the head of Coty’s shaft with colorful flames cascading down the length of his massive cock. While Coty was getting his dick inked, the guys all fucked the chaser twinks, planting 4 loads of poisonous seed in each of their cunts. Zeek ended the night by bending over on the tattoo table while Zak plowed his poz cock into his ass, giving him another load of his daddy’s poz cum. He then took his turn on the tattoo table. Zak slid a receiving tube down Zeek’s piss hole and pierced the head of his cock with a 10 gauge, circular barbell. Now Zak and Zeek not only had biohazard tattoos, but also Prince Albert piercings. That evening was the only time Zeek would wore a condom, but for a different reason. He spotted dark, red blood, enough to fill the tip of the condom. Zeek slipped the condom off and before he could flush it down the toilet, Zak grabbed the condom and shook his head “No.” He slipped the open end of the condom into his mouth and sucked Zeek’s poz blood from the rubber and let it slide down his throat. “Now your blood is in me too, babe,” Zak said and locked lips with Zeek. The next several months brought a lot of change. Charles was a regular fixture at Zak’s, and he finally took the plunge and moved in. We were officially in a triad relationship, even though I was still living in Milwaukee. But that would soon be changing too……… Brian and Ian not only got back together they got married and bought a new condo together complete with the cutest Dachshund named Oscar. He’s even pretty well hung….for a dog that is. By Fall my company downsized, and I found myself out of a job. I called Zak. “Bad news, Zak.” “What’s going on, babe?” “I suddenly have a lot of time on my hands. I just got laid off.” “That’s not bad news….that’s awesome news.” “What do you mean....awesome news?” “I’ve wanted you to move in with me for a long time, and now Charles is with us too. You have no reason not to now. It’s the perfect time, babe.” “I want to, Zak. I really do…..….I need to figure this out. I have my house up here and family.” “And you have us down here in Chicago. We’re your family too, babe. You can sell your house and put the money away.” “I need to find a job.” “Well, you can take your time and find one after you move in. Think about it, babe.” Jonathan and Coty hated to see me leave Milwaukee, but they figured it was coming. I didn’t sell my home after all. Jonathan and Coty decided to move in together and rent it from me (they were always at my place anyway). This way we have a place to stay when Zak and I go visit my parents. Speaking of parents……they aren’t going to take this well. The phone rang several times. “Hello…. Hello….Hello?” “Hi, mom.” “Isaac, it’s good to hear from you. Wait…..why are you calling me? What’s wrong? Are you all right?” “Settle down mom….I’m fine. I called to see if you and dad want to have dinner together Sunday.” “Of course we do as long as you’re not late. You know how your father likes to have dinner on time.” “I won’t be late mom. I’m never late, am I? I’ll bring Zak along.” We arrived for dinner on time….as usual. I know how much my “dad” likes to have dinner on time. “Hi mom….Hi dad.” “Walter…..Isaac is here,” my mom called out……. “Oh, Isaac…..glad to see you. Hi Zak….come in. I see you still haven’t cut that beard off.” She tugged it as he walked past her. “No, and I haven’t had my tattoos removed either,” he said with a wink. “Well, I can’t do anything about them, but I can do something about your beard,” and she pulled her sewing scissors from her pocket. “I used to cut Isaac’s hair all the time when he was a kid.” She snipped her scissors in the air toward Zak’s beard before putting them back into her pocket. “Yeah, and I looked like Donald Trump on a bad hair day. Go look at my picture on the mantel if you don’t believe me, Zak.” “Oh, Isaac, it wasn’t that bad.” “Oh yes it was,” chimed my dad from the other room. “She used to try to do mine too, but I wouldn’t let her.” “Then why did you let her do mine?” “Better you than me.” ….Later, as I was sopping up the gravy from my plate with my bread I burst out, “Mom, we have something to tell you.” “Well that sounds mighty serious. Walter, grab me a Dixie cup and the brandy. I think I’m going to need a stiff one.” My dad yelled back to us, “You boys want a couple of stiff ones?” Zak and I smirked and nudged each other under the table, “Yeah, a stiff one is always good,” I said. “So what is it that you have to tell us? It’s not your health is it? ……cause you never did take good care of yourself.” “I did too take good care of myself.” “Oh yeah? Zak, when he was a kid with that stupid hair cut I couldn’t keep clothes on him. It didn’t matter how cold it was. He would be running around naked. We’d have company over and he’d come walking through with his winkle hanging out. Thank God he had that hair cut to distract them.……Walter, where is my Brandy?” “See what I have to put up with Zak?” My dad walked into the room with 3 dixie cups and a bottle of brandy. “You know, actually your hair looked more like Dennis the Menace than Donald Trump,” my dad commented. “Anyway, mom, dad….. back to the news I have to tell you.” My mom chuckled, “Yeah, Walter he did look a little like Dennis the Menace. Just not as mischievous.” “Mom…..Dad!!” “I’m sorry dear. Go on….you have news to share?” My mom slammed a dixie cup of brandy then set it on the table. “Well, you already know I got laid off from my job, and Zak and I are very happy together, so we are going to live together.” “Oh, so you’re moving to Milwaukee, Zak? Wonderful….. But what about your little store down there?” “It’s a tattoo shop mom not a store, and he’s not moving up here. I’m moving to Chicago.” “What? Walter, give me the brandy.” I looked at Zak, took a deep breath, and rolled my eyes. “Here we go,” I mouthed to him. “I always knew you’d leave me.” “I’m not leaving you mom. I’m going to be with Zak.” “Are you trying to get back at me for that little high school mishap with Sonny or Sean or whatever his name was?” “It was Steve mom, and you outed me to my entire high school class, but no, this has nothing to do with that.” My mom started sobbing, “Then why do you have to move to Chicago, Isaac? It’s so far away.” “Mom, it’s only 90 minutes away. Stop acting like it’s the end of the world.” “It might as well be. We’ll never see you.” “Yes you will…..it’s a short drive.” My dad added, “Well, Edith, you moved 4 hours from your mother.” “Yeah, well that wasn’t the same. She was overbearing…..Zak, sit up straight, see that hump on your father?” My dad said, “It’s osteoporosis.” “It’s bad posture,” my mom replied. “And you have that nice house, Isaac. He can move up here with you.” “Well I’m keeping my house.” “Why can’t you find a nice religious boy here in Milwaukee?....... No offense Zak.” “None taken, Edith,” Zak replied. “Because I’m happy with Zak and want to be with him.” (Thinking to myself) And the naughty boys are a lot more fun. “I knew I should have set you up with a nice Catholic boy years ago….. Uh, no offense again Zak.” “Still none taken, Edith,” Zak amusingly responded. “Mom….you would give some of the drag queens down at LaCage a run for their money with all this drama.” “This isn’t drama….it’s just my emotions,” she balled. We were interrupted by the front door opening and in flew my Aunt Ester. “Hi everyone!! Zak, I thought I saw your car out front.” “Ester, help me talk some sense into this boy. He’s planning on moving to Chicago.” “Oh, I take the train to Chicago every month. My neighbor, Beatrice, and I go to that fabulous Ann Sathers. If you have haven’t tried one of their cinnamon buns, why bother breathing…..Do I smell brandy? Walter, grab me a Dixie of brandy.” “Ester, you’re not helping anything…..you’re making this worse.” Ignoring my mother Ester added, “Chicago is wonderful, boys. I should have moved there years ago. It’s got culture. Milwaukee’s got beer.” “Ester!!” my mom yelled. “And your mother,” Ester added. “Edith you have to learn to let go. Let your boy live a little.” My dad added, “Edith, it’s his life. He seems to be happy, now let him be.” “But he’s my baby,” my mom whined. “Well, your baby’s about to get some culture,” Ester added. “As soon as you get settled, give me a call and we’ll go for some of those cinnamon buns,” and Aunt Ester flew out the door. Zak was crazy busy at the shop the week I moved to Chicago, so I decided to lend a hand. By the end of the week he had an idea. “Hey, babe, I really appreciate your help this week, and you did a wonderful job.” “Thanks, Zak,” as he planted a kiss on my lips. “I was thinking, for the time being why don’t you manage the shop for me? You’re a natural with the customers. You did say you would redesign my online site, and you can start up your own web design business.” “Ah…..now that’s something to consider.” “Think about it, babe. This is the perfect time. The shop is doing great to support us so you can ease into it while you build your clientele.” Over the next ten years I managed Windy City Tattoos for Zak and built a successful web design business. I also became heavily inked, including ink down my cock, pierced my septum, and sized my Prince Albert piercing to 0 gauge. We kept close ties with our extended family in Milwaukee swapping poz loads every chance we got. The guys would stay with us when visiting Chicago. We even stayed at Jonathan and Coty’s house when we went to Milwaukee to visit my parents. Yes, Jonathan and Coty’s house……I eventually sold my home to them several years back. We also added a few boys to the family and tag teamed for chasers wanting to be poz and proud. The local bareback and piss parties were always hot, pig fun, and we even got involved in a few conversion parties. Steamworks was always a favorite pig stop for us to get loaded up with cum and seed a bunch of unsuspecting twinks with our DNA. Taking multiple loads of cum then going home and swapping our poz seed always boned me big time. Then in Spring of 2012 tragedy struck twice in a matter of a few months. On the morning of March 23rd, my father passed away from a dissected aorta…..same thing that claimed the life of John Ritter. My dad was gone in a flash. One minute he was standing at the kitchen cupboard waiting for his morning toast to pop from the toaster, and the next he was dead on the floor. Funny thing…..his toast was still sitting in the toaster the following morning. My mom was devastated, but she eventually sold my childhood home, moved in with my Aunt Ester, and seemed fairly happy. Then on May 27th I received a phone call from an officer, Craig Wilson, of the Chicago Police. Charles, our daddy, died tragically on the streets of boystown. Rumors spread quickly amongst our circle of friends. David heard from Bill that Charles was hit by a car while crossing the street. Brad heard he died from an aneurysm. Wesley was told by Randy it was from choking while eating at a fine restaurant. The truth of the matter is that Charles did choke to death, but it wasn’t while fine dining. Our talented daddy, who could take the biggest cocks down his throat with no gag reflex whatsoever, choked while walking down Halsted Street eating, of all things, a damn chicken mcnugget. Charles had a last request in his will. His body was to be cremated and returned to his poz boys. He wanted his ashes spread at several of his favorite spots so that Summer Jonathan, Coty, Brian, Ian, Zak and I all took an extended vacation. We drove to California through Palm Springs, San Diego, L.A., and then headed north along the coast to San Francisco. We spread a portion of his ashes in each location including Black’s Beach in La Jolla and along Castro Street in San Francisco. The last of his ashes were spread in the ocean along the beach in Canon Beach, Oregon, the town where he was born. Later that Fall Zak and I both got memorial tattoos for our daddy, lover, and gifter. We miss him terribly, but his DNA is part of us forever………… or for the time being……. Fast forward 10 years……a very large meteorite was on a crash course with Earth. It was too large to stop and collided with the planet on April 8, 2022 annihilating all except for a small tribe of African Pigmies, an enormous colony of cockroaches in Italy, two poz cum and piss pigs at Steamworks, and Cher. The End (of everything)

Part 2. "Yeah, baby?" Antoine teased, "you wanna get raped, is that it? You want your sweet little boypussy gangraped by ni#$a cocks?" He swatted my fingers out of my asshole and shoved his entire 12-inch cock up my chute in one monstrous stroke. I screamed out in pain, but Antoine just covered my mouth with his mitt-sized hands and shouted, "Shut the fuck up, you filthy little whore! This is what you were begging for, so this is what you're going to get!" I knew that struggling would only make the pain worse, but I couldn't help it. It felt like Antoine was shoving a red hot poker up my ass, and I vainly tried to pull away, twisting and turning under his massive body. Worse, his hands were so big they covered my nose as well, making it almost impossible to breathe. "Stop!" I tried to yell, "I can't breathe!" but Antoine's enormous hands muffled my screams. With each breath, less and less air were reaching my lungs. The room began turning dark, and I started to panic, knowing that I was about to pass out. But then, the pain suddenly started to go away. Not only the pain, but the fear and the panic--everything started melting away, overpowered by the unbelievably warm, nerve-tingling sensation in my ass, which was getting stronger and stronger with every stroke of Antoine's cock. I could now feel every inch of his monster as it thrust in and out of my hole, and the sensation was more intense and pleasurable than I can describe. And with that, my body finally relaxed, I closed my eyes, and I stopped struggling. My screams died down and turned to moans of pleasure. I started thrusting my ass backwards to meet Antoine's strokes, welcoming him deeper into my body. He responded by releasing his hands and fucking me even harder, each brutal thrust hitting my windpipe and causing me to grunt. "There you go, little piggy, grunt for me!" he shouted, pulling the sock out of my mouth, "now that's what I'm talking about!" He started pummeling into me like a jackrabbit, pounding my ass with so much speed and power that pretty soon all I could hear was the sound of his balls slapping against my asscheeks. His eyes rolled back in his head, the veins in his neck started bulging, and his moans grew louder and louder--until he thrust into my ass with so much force that it knocked the wind out of me, lifted his head and roared like a wild animal. I could feel his engorged cock grow even bigger inside my ass, as he pumped load after load of ni#%a cum up my hole. "You're a nasty worthless little cunt!" he said as he was catching his breath, "but damn that's one hot fucking ass!" When he pulled his cock out, his warm, sticky cum started leaking out of my battered hole. Instinctively I reached down and scooped it up with my fingers and tasted it. Antoine laughed. "You like how I taste, baby?" he asked. "Yes, sir," I replied, and I meant it; his cum tasted like him--strong, powerful, and a bit dirty. When I started to lower my legs, his arms shot out and gripped my ankles. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he said, "we're just getting started!" He turned to Omar, and said, "come and get it ni#%a, these holes now all open for business!" --- To be continued ---

Spent 1 night in California last night. Posted ads on BBRt, CL and A4A. Well in no time, I had cummers showing up at my hotel door. I left the door ajar, turned the lights down low, slipped on my blindfold and lubed up my hole and they filtered in 1 by 1. In a 4 hour period, I took 17 loads. They just kept cumming and cumming and some of them even returned for a repeat session. One guy that wanted me to see him was a big muscular black guy with a HUGE cock who totally wrecked my hole. He went for a good 45 minutes. I had so much cum in my hole by the end of the night. Hope to do it again sometime soon and try and break the 17 record. Best night ever!!

Disgusting is a strong way to put it. You either get it or you don't. I admit I didn't use to get it either. In fact, up until Jayson looked me in the eyes and said "I'm going to recharge your hole", I never had gotten it. But I got it then. And I wanted. And I shared that because for those who do "get it", it is hot to know how intense that moment was for me.

Totally agree, PozFetishPig! But sometimes not saying anything can be just as hot! Got fucked by a guy with a biohazard tattoo around his nipple a few years ago. I was still very inexperienced, turned on and freaked out by it at the same time. I traced the tattoo with my finger, looked him in the eye and asked: "Are you going to...?", when my voice trailed off. I just couldn't make myself utter those words. I knew, if I did, I'd probably lose it. So I just looked up at him questioningly. The guy didn't say a word. He just nodded his head and for the rest of the fuck his eyes never strayed from mine. Then he came inside my boyhole, and still not a word from him, he just leaned into me and pressed his lips against mine. Still one of the most intense fucks of my life!

The following are the original twelve steps as published by Fucks Anonymous: Bottoms admitted we were powerless over being fucked —that our lives had become unmanageable unless we were fucked. Came to believe that any man that wants to fuck a bottom could restore us to sanity. Made a decision to turn our will and our asses over to the care of any man that wants to fuck us. Made a fearless immoral search for as much cum as we could get. Admitted to men, to ourselves, and to any man that wanted to fuck us that that was the only thing we were capable of being used for. Were entirely ready to have any man pump his load up our asses. Humbly asked every man that crossed our path to use us as cum rags. Made a list of all persons we like to have cum inside us, and became willing to bend over for them. Made every effort to service men fully. Continued to take loads up the ass, and when we were full... kept going. Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with a man's dick, praying only for his will take shoot as much cum inside us as he could. Having been fucked by every man that crossed our path, we tried to carry this message to other bottoms, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.

Chapter VII I finally decided I had been gone long enough, had just checked time and found I had been gone from the room for over an hour now. I still had no idea what the hell I should do and was so confused about my feelings. Never even had thought about cheating on my wife and now had and with a guy and then found out he was HIV positive to boot. Not only that but then after finding out, had let him fuck me several times last night. What the hell was I thinking. It had felt amazing with his huge cock, but hell, I always considered myself completely straight and now this. OMG I just could not get my head around it at all, yet. I had left Steve, the hitcher I had picked up, back in my motel room where he had been looking over something or other on his laptop. I headed back there with still no idea what to do. I was to be here for about two weeks and had asked him to stay in the heat of our sex play. Do I let him stay now or not. I decided on the way back that I would leave that up to him as I could not go back on my word to let him stay. Needed a lot of talk with him anyway. Only a small talk with him before but I really needed to talk to him now about what had happened. What if I did become poz now? How could I explain that to my wife. The decisions were beyond me still at this time. As I got to the motel and started down the hall to my room, it looked like a guy was at the door there. I got nearer as the door opened and the guy entered and I found it had been my room. Who was this now? Strange. I used my card and opened the door and walked in to find Steve and the new guy hugging and kissing each other. What is this? Steve all at once noticed me and broke free. He told me, hey, look what I found online a bit ago. It turned out to be an old friend who had been driving through town. He hoped it was ok that he had invited him to stop by and say hi. I told him it was no big thing. He introduced us then and his friends name was Justin and Justin said he was glad to meet me and wondered if my name fit me well, Randy. I told him it did at times and we all had a laugh at that. Turned out they had met one other time when Steve was hitching through his town and they had hit it off really well then too. I didn't press the matter on that though. They both then sat down on the end of the beds and I sat in a chair facing them. They were talking and trying to catch up on things since last meeting which turned out to be almost a year before. Turned out most of their catching up had to do with who they had been doing. I listened and at times added my own comments or questions. It kind of then turned towards them both being poz then. I was kind of startled at that but for some reason found it exciting hearing about their 'escapades' in doing other neg guys. After a bit I noticed that my cock had started to get hard listening to them and kind of had to adjust my seating to kind of take some pressure off. As I was doing that my eyes were drawn downward and that is when I noticed something else I had not been aware of. Both Steve and Justin were wearing kind of short shorts and t-shirts and Steve was barefoot while Justin had on sandals. It looked like that is all they had on too. I noticed that Steve's cock was, although not completely hard, was snaked down the leg of his shorts at an angle and the head of it was just barely showing out the leg hole. I immediately turned my head and found my eyes locked on a large bulge in Justins shorts too. Didn't seem to be quite as big as Steve's monster but did look pretty big and basically also looked to be practically hard as it could get and threatening to pop out the top of his shorts. I still found this somewhat disturbing and immediately turned my head to look out the window to try and calm down my thoughts. It dawned on me that Steve was saying how that kind of caught them up to now and Justin asking what brought him here. Steve was telling him how he had started out on another hitchhiking trip and it had started to rain and about me almost hitting him and picking him up and bringing him here. I caught myself blushing then as Steve told Justin about us playing some strip poker last night and then about him and I having sex. He also told him it had been my first time ever with a guy and he had been the lucky one to pop my ass cherry. Justin got a good laugh out of that. Steve then told Justin that I was somewhat freaked out about him being poz and letting him cum in me and then letting him do me most of the night anyway. Justin laughed some more and looked at me and told me that it sure got addictive in a hurry didn't it? I had no idea what to say. They then both started to talk to me about it. They were saying and asking me about it. They wanted to know how I had liked it, how it had felt for my first ever M2M, what else did I need to know, how they both thought getting pozzed had helped them become freer and sex much better than ever. As we talked I became more comfortable. I was able to tell them how scared I was about what I had done. They both assured me that they were happy I had enjoyed it so much but also they felt how scared I was also. They said that was a natural thing and that they had both been scared when they did it, but now they thought it was the best thing ever. They had it and no longer had to worry about catching it anymore and could have sex with anyone now. I told them that was good for them, but I had thought I was straight and what would I do now after Steve was gone and then I found out I was poz. What would I do about my wife now. I was so confused. They both told me that there were straight guys who had tried gay sex and then went back to their old life and some did become poz. It would probably depend on how I handled it and if my marriage could handle it too. This talk did nothing to keep my damn cock from twitching though as the more we talked the more the thoughts came back about the night before with Steve. I could not deny that it had felt so wonderful. His huge cock pounding my hole like it had and filling me full of his toxic cum. I started to feel uncomfortable with my hard cock in my pants but didn't want to move. I also found I could not keep my eyes from roaming down to check out Steve and Justins' cocks and found that now both of them seemed to be very hard now too. Steve's was still held down my his shorts but now a good two inches of it was sticking out his pants leg and Justin's was now a good inch out of the top of his shorts. I found my eyes going down more and more and couldn't seem to help it. Then I did notice both of them grinning as my eyes came up. I asked what was so funny and they both laughed and Steve told me they both noticed I couldn't keep my eyes off of their cocks. I know my face had to redden at that but had to agree. I told them they both seemed to be well endowed for sure. Justin just stood up and pulled his t off and then dropped his shorts and kicked off his sandals and stood there naked. My mouth dropped open at this and I could not help but stare. He then told me he had about 9" and it was about as big around as Steve's cock. Steve had also stood up and took his clothes off too and his monster 12" stood straight up then. I could not seem to take a breath seeing two so magnificent cocks together like that. As I stared, Justin walked towards me till he was right in front of me and his cock pointing at me as I had leaned forward to stare at them. His cock was only about 3 inches in front of my face. I couldn't help myself as I reached for it and took it in my hand and started to stroke it. Why I was doing this I could not have said but just could not help myself. His cock was leaking precum and as I stroked it I leaned forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth. Only the second cock ever to be in my mouth and the flavor again was great and I soon was taking as much of his cock in my mouth and into my throat as I could. As I was sucking Justin's cock I noticed Steve come up beside me and he started to pull my shirt off. It was a button up shirt so he just had to unbutton it and take it off of my arms. He then gently was pushing me forward and up off of the chair and then reaching down to undo my pants and it felt wonderful to get my cock freed. It was up hard as a rock too. Then Justin started to back up holding my head to keep his cock in my mouth. I followed bent over and Steve took my pants off of each foot as we moved and then Justin was at the bed. He started to move up onto it still holding my head and his cock buried in my mouth and I could only follow him. I found myself on all fours on the bed with Justin's cock in my mouth and then Steve behind me. Steve the spread my ass and he then bent into me and his tongue started to rim my hole. I moaned then at the pleasure. My mind was swirling again and I could not believe what I was doing, but could not seem to stop. Justin kept quietly talking to me, saying how good it felt with my mouth on his cock. how nice my body was, and did I like how it was feeling and didn't it just feel so natural to be doing this. I was finally starting to relax some as the fantastic feelings washed over me. Steve's tongue in my ass was magic almost and then I felt his fingers opening me up again and my moans of pleasure increased. After about 10 minutes of this, Steve kept his fingers in me twirling them around as he asked Justin if he wanted to switch around so he could taste this nice ass. Justin was all for it and before I barely knew it Steve pulled his fingers from my hole as Justin pulled his cock out of my mouth. I groaned, wanting my hole filled again. The emptiness now was terrible. Fortunately I had little time for it as Steve slid under me and his cock entered my mouth as Justin's tongue and then his fingers entered my ass and I was back to feeling ecstasy again. They kept up what they were doing to me for another good 10 minutes. I thought I was in heaven almost. Feelings I had never known were washing over me in huge waves. Then Justin stopped his tongue and leaning up told Steve how great and tight my hole felt and he had three fingers in me and my hole was gripping him tight and trobbing too. He then said he couldn't wait anymore. I felt Justin raise up more then and then could feel his precum slicked cock being run up and down the crack of my ass. I tensed up then remembering that he was, like Steve, poz, but they were both murmuring to me to relax and let it happen and I would love it. Just let go and enjoy. I felt Justin.s cock at my hole then and it started to enter me. First just the head entered and he held still for a moment and told Steve how tight it felt and so nice too. Then he told us he couldn't help it and in one swoop he buried his whole huge cock deep into my ass. I tried to scream but with Steve's cock in my mouth and nowhere to move to I could only groan a little. It had hurt like hell but I felt his balls hit against me as his entire length was deep in me. He held still for a bit then and just as I thought it was ok he all of a sudden pulled back till almost out with only the head of his cock still in me and rammed it home again and then kept doing it harder and harder and faster and faster. At first I could only groan in pain but as he kept it up it finally started to ease up and then the pleasure started to come back and then it was great and I found myself shoving my ass back at him as he thrust deep into me. Justin kept up a battering of my hole and I found myself slamming my ass back at him with every instroke and loving it more and more. I was sucking and slurping hard on Steve's cock in my mouth trying to get as much in my mouth and throat as possible. Justin kept it up for a good 20 minutes and then I heard him gasp and he told me to get ready he was going to cum and fill me up. I found myself tense up again knowing he was toxic like Steve but had nowhere to move and don't think I could have anyway as the excitement and feelings were too much. Then Justin threw his head back and thrust one more time in me and held still and I could feel his cock throbbing and a huge hot flood inside me as he was cumming. He groaned and ground his cock in me as he kept cumming what seemed an impossible time. He then sagged over my back and kissed the back of my neck. I was still sucking hard on Steve's magnificent cock as Justin's cock became softer and he withdrew it from my now battered ass. As he got up off of me and laid down beside us, Steve all at once pulled my head off of him and rolled me over on my back and grabbed my legs. He then pulled them apart and lifted them high over his shoulders and drove his huge cock deep into my ass with one thrust. I groaned again, but this time, since I had already been opened up by Justin it was a groan of pure pleasure. He then started to pound my hole like Justin had, long, deep, hard thrusts that doubled me up with each thrust deep into my hole. As Steve was pounding my ass I felt Justin get up some and then he was over my head and sitting on my chest. He stuck his cock in my face and as I opened my mouth stuck his still partly hard cock in my mouth. I could taste the cum on it and then other tastes that must have been my ass juices and it was all great and I sucked him back to hard as steel again. Steve was pounding away in my hole for all he was worth and then I heard what he was saying. He was telling my how tight my hole still felt to him and how silky smooth it felt, how it kept gripping his cock and almost sucking on his cock. He then started saying how Justin's load in me felt great around his cock too and he loved being able to grind Justin's toxic load into me deeper and deeper. He kept it up for a long time and then he said to get ready. He was going to fill my ass again with his positive load and turn me poz also. There would be no going back for me when he got done and he was looking over Justin's shoulder and looking me right in the eyes as he said it. It was terrifying and unimaginably hot at the same time. He then groaned and drove his cock deep again and keeping eye contact told me to take my toxic cum and I felt his cock practically explode deep in me. His cum was flooding my hole and as he did my own cock erupted and I was cumming all over my stomach and Justin's back. Then Justin told me here I cum again too as he blasted his load down my throat. We then all collapsed on the bed in a heap as nobody had enough energy then to hardly move. I could hardly breathe with the emotions of what we had just done. After a bit I got up again to go to the bathroom. Again I could not help but reach between my legs to feel the cum leaking from my ass and as I looked I saw a lot of cum in my hand and again like the night before streaks of red in it that had to be my blood, only this time it seemed to be more. I got my hand mirror out of my bad there and held it to look at my now ruined hole. I was startled at what I saw there. My hole was barely, it seemed, close and was party open and I could see there was a small tear at one edge that had a drop or two of blood on it. I stared at it for a bit and then Justin came in the room. He asked if I liked what I was looking at. I told him it looked like they had tore me some. He told me that was probably natural as the size of their cocks did that to new guys a lot. He then told me the same thing Steve had the night before that he had tried to fuck me as hard as he did to make sure I tore and got roughed up inside to get their toxic babies in me quicker and help guarantee I would become poz. I was again dumb founded by this. I could not seem to move until Justin took my hand and was murmuring softly to me as he led me back into the other room. He was saying it would all be ok, just go with the feelings and let yourself become the cum whore I should be. Let it go. I was still out of it as he took me back to the bed and then I just let go and they both fucked me again and again until late again as I got 3 loads from each of them before we all fell asleep for the night.

Chapter VI Well, the first day of work sure didn't go good. My mind was not in it at all. Very little done as my mind was in complete turmoil over what I had done the day and night before. Every time I started to try and straighten up the mess here, my thoughts would become muddled up thinking about the Hitcher I had picked up in the rain the day before after almost hitting him. Then letting him stay at my motel to clean up and then what happened after that. Completely straight life, good job and married and for some unknown, to me, had just had gay sex most of the night. Steve, the hitcher, and I had played what I thought was just going to be some innocent cards and go to sleep, but ended up wilder and wilder and then had found out he was gay after letting him somehow suck my cock. Had seen his cock earlier, when he took a shower, and it was massive and had drawn my attention then. After letting him suck me though, he started to jack himself and I had been drawn to sit on the bed to watch this huge cock get off and before I had known what I was doing his cock was in my mouth and I had my first taste of another man's cock. Somehow it went even crazier for me after that. I let him maneuver me around and he was then working on my cock too again and then his fingers were at my hole and then in with some lube he got out. The feelings kind of overcame me and then his fingers were replaced with his huge cock. I had actually let him fuck me for the first time ever and then let him cum in me too. Then afterwards had found out he was HIV+ which freaked me out big time, but for some reason as he was stroking his cock again I could not seem to resist and even knowing his cum was toxic had let him fuck me again and again most of the night. Now, all day I couldn't think of work much. Got very little accomplished and then had begged off a little early by saying the trip there had really done me in more than I thought. I really just needed more time to think about what I had done. What do I do now? I headed back to the motel to try and get my head around what had happened. Why had I let Steve do what he did to me and then even more after I knew what he had. I told myself I had lost my mind or something. I had taken a little time at work, on a break, to look up HIV and found I could get to a doctor and get something called PEP, but needed to get there very soon to start that. I still had no idea why I had done this. I had never even thought about cheating on my wife before and certainly not with a guy. Now I had to worry not only about that but that he was HIV+ and I had let him cum in me multiple times. My mind was in complete turmoil as I turned into the motel parking lot. I had asked Steve to go ahead and stay if he wanted to as I was going to be there for about two weeks, but now did I want him to really or not? This was all way beyond my comprehension and had no idea as my thoughts continued to thrash about. I had not had sex with my wife for months and had been very horny, but didn't think that was the reason either. Steve's huge cock of 12" and big around as my wrist, had fascinated me a lot as I had never seen one that big before or even close to it, but that didn't seem to be the reason either. I had no idea what I was going to do as I parked my car. I just sat there for a long time trying to think. Pretty soon I looked up as someone was knocking on my window. It was Steve trying to get my attention. I halfway smiled at him as I ran the window down. He wanted to know what I was doing just sitting here like I was. I just told him it had been a long day at work and I had needed time to sort it out some. I got out of the car and we went to my room. When we got there Steve started to tell me he was worried that I had second thoughts about last night. I told him I did and was really conflicted about what we had done. He told me not to worry about it and if I wanted him to, he would get around and take off. I had no idea what I wanted. The fact that Steve had on tight shorts with the outline of his magnificent cock showing made it hard for me to think too as my eyes kept getting drawn to it. Steve thought maybe if we talked about it together it might help and I decided to talk and see what his perspective was also. His first words were it would be ok with him no matter what I decided to do as he had had a very good time anyway and had loved my 'virgin' ass that I had let him take. He thought it had been an exceptional fuck for him and thought it had been for me too. He went on to say that he thought I had already known his status from when he had paraded in front of the window naked. He had been facing away half of the time with the tat showing. I told him that quite frankly I had not been able to get my eyes that high with his big cock waving at me coming towards me and his nice ass swaying going away. He kind of laughed at that saying that it happens. He told me he was sorry about that but was part of the reason he had scraped me some with his fingernails when his fingers were in me to make a better path for his toxic cum to get into me as he thought I had wanted it. I then told him I needed to take a shower and relax some. I went into the bathroom to get my clothes off and jumped into the shower. I just needed some time, again, to think and some nice hot water to wash away my stress. I just stood under the water letting it soak in. Then, I had not heard the door open or anyone come in, without warning the shower curtain pulled back and Steve stepped into the shower naked also. I asked what he was doing and he told me he thought I needed someone to rub me down and help me relax and he was good at that. I could not move. He then grabbed the soap and told me to turn around and he then began to soap up my back and shoulders and rubbing my muscles. It did feel good for sure. He rubbed my shoulders and then stepping back he pushed me over a little as he rubbed down my back, kneading my muscles more and I could feel the tenseness going away little by little. As he got lower and then soaped my ass though I tensed up again and he stopped. He then pulled me around facing him and started to soap my chest and stomach and rubbed me down and again I felt more relaxed. He went down and I could not help it, my cock came up by itself as it felt so good. I opened my eyes then to see Steve smiling and looking down I saw that his huge cock was fully up also and pointed right at my face. Again, I tensed up and Steve apparently felt it and stepped away telling me not to worry about it. We didn't need to do anything if I didn't want to. We got out of the shower then and Steve grabbed a towel and told me he would dry me off and I let him. It felt good as he rubbed hard with the towel and I started to relax again. My hardon went down thankfully and as I turned around so he could dry my front also I noticed that his had not. The 'monster' just stood there and I could not take my eyes off of it. Getting done with me he then started to dry himself off and I could only stand there and stare at his beauty of a cock as it swayed as he rubbed himself dry. We went into the other room then and I started to get dressed still not trusting myself naked and Steve with a huge hard cock I could not take my eyes off of. I told him I needed to go get something to eat. He told me he had already eaten and would wait for me there. He told me to take my time and think about what I wanted and he would be ok with whatever I decided. He was just going to hang and let me think which was hard with him there and still naked and still hard. I could not even look him in the eye as my head would not come up and I kept staring at his cock. I finally broke off and told him I would be back in a bit. He told me he was going to get on his computer and see if any friends were on so he would be fine till I got back. I just went across the street to a little diner and got a booth as far to the back as possible. I had a hell of a lot to think about. Work was a hassle, what to do about my wife, and what to do about Steve now also and then what the hell to do about Steve being HIV+ and I had let him cum in me multiple times last night and I could not stop thinking about the pleasure his huge cock had brought me too. All kinds of emotions going through my mind and no idea what the hell I had done or what to do now. I ordered a meal but basically just picked at it as my mind just was not on it but in a turmoil of emotions. I found myself elated and sad and worried and about every emotion possible running through my head. I was also terrified I was going to get HIV and what to do about that now too. So much had happened in just a little over 24 hours and could not seem to get a single coherent thought to come to a decision.

Part 3: Three Generations I remember the first time I met Ricky. I was only a few months into eighteen and overwhelmed with the freedom of being able to drive and it didn’t take long before I started meeting guys on bbrt and A4A. Having lost my virginity not too long ago and greatly inexperienced, I was at first reluctant to meet many men online. I guess I was a good high school boy. I did, however, exclusively fuck raw. I knew of the dangers, which were beaten into me in sex ed, but from the moment I touched my first cock, I knew. Was I scared of getting HIV and diseases? Of course, but over time I realized what I loved so much about bareback sex and getting creamed: my hole was made to pleasure a man’s dick, and soon my hole became my identity. When a guy knocks me up, I feel alive, the same way being in love makes other people feel alive. In that moment, he was fucking my hole, which gave him pleasure he couldn’t get from his hand, boyfriend, wife, whatever. When a guy seeds me, he marks me – it’s only natural. The more cum I received in my cunt, the more I became addicted to sex. I soon realized the intimacy I felt when creamed wasn’t because of the connection it consummated between me and the horny guy who’s getting his rocks off. It’s the connection between man and hole. It wasn’t long before I discovered the bathhouses. I would always get fucked there for two hours or so but run out of stamina. It was then when I met Ricky in the steam room, and he knew I had potential from the moment he laid eyes on me. He promised me if I went home with him and a few of his buddies, he’d show me a more fun time than I would even have at the baths. There was no talk or debate over who would take my ass next. I was free for the taking, and everyone knew they would get their turn sooner or later, even seconds if they paid Ricky another five bucks. A skinny old man, must’ve been around 60 years old, lined up to my ass. He might have been a stud at some point, but he certainly was no longer. He had what could have been a handsome face, but with his thinning gray hair, heavy mustache, light beard, and rotting teeth, you could tell crystal meth and AIDS had gotten the better of him. Maybe I’d turn out like him someday, or maybe I’ll be dead first. With the way Ricky was making me work overtime, I’d be lucky to have a decade left. “Tom here is one of my most loyal customers,” Ricky said. “I give him a special member’s discount. Since Tom is a big crystal supplier, he gets you for free. Whenever he wants.” “Mmf,” I moaned in acknowledgement as the gray daddy was still fucking my throat. I couldn’t even see Ricky with his hairy balls suffocating me and blocking my view. My jaw was already in pain from sucking the daddy’s dick. A well of saliva gathered in the back of my throat. I was unable to swallow with daddy’s fat dick penetrating my throat three thrusts a second. While daddy fucked my face as it hung lifelessly off the side of the sling, Ricky knelt next to me and whispered, “Oh, and he’s got a viral load like you’ve never imagined. You know why I’m gonna let this old perv knock up your pretty twink pussy?” “Mmmmf.” “Because I own that pussy. And I own you, the useless piece of flesh attached to it. With this, you’ll understand... that I can do anything to you.” More laughter and cheers at Ricky’s declaration of ownership. Tom smelled like a mixture of piss, ball sweat, weed, and cheap cigarettes. He smelled like a homeless man who hasn’t showered in days. I heard him unzip his baggy denim shorts, which dropped to the ground, and the tip of his dick tickled my ass, now heavily lubed with cum cocktail. “Mmmm, so smooth,” he said. His voice was soft, creepy, wanting, horny... the kind of voice you’d expect a dirty old man who feels you up in a bathhouse would have. He moved his coarse hands over my feet and down to my smooth, flexed calves. His dick entered. His head wasn’t as thick as Jeremy’s, but it was so warm. My ass now had a light burn from Jeremy’s abuse, but it was loosened and easily swallowed Tom’s dick. And my meth high rocked me once more as I felt the indescribable pleasure strike through my body. My eyes rolled back into their sockets and I teared up. It was my body’s only way to react to the sheer pleasure as Tom’s dick kept sliding into me slowly. It didn’t seem to end. His dick wasn’t thick, but it made up for it in length. It must’ve been at least 9 inches. The head of his dick must have passed the end of my rectum and gone into my intestinal tract, because it felt like his dick was bisecting my body. He hit a spot that hurt, and it kept going even further. It went so deep it felt like it was hitting my heart. I wanted desperately to see the dick go inside me, but the grey daddy’s dick was still in my mouth. At this point, I knew why Ricky didn’t let me eat after lunch; I would’ve thrown it all up by now with the way these men were using my holes as if I didn’t have feeling in my body. I had gagged so much, thick wads of spit erupted from my mouth onto my face every time even a pocket of air appeared between my mouth and daddy’s dick. His balls were covered in my spit too, as they would drip down onto my nose as he plowed my upside-down face. When he pulled his dick out to allow me a few quick breaths, I could feel it hot and sticky on my face. Tom started to thrust. “Unh, haven’t cum in six days boy, I’m gonna make you overflow with my seed.” My head was spinning. My body was on fire, my heart racing from the high. When I closed my eyes, I felt like I was on a rollercoaster, all the time with big cock filling me from both ends. I could feel my whole body. Every part of me tried to open wider to take more. My feet flexed, unable to cope with the pleasure of the warm, sticky manhood violating my flesh. My legs tried to spread wider open, my arms reached out and I felt dick. However, I was too high and wired to even focus on jacking them off. With the way my body was rocking and how I was trying to desperately breathe, suck dick, relax my jaw, and focus on the cock bruising my insides, I couldn’t even begin to do anything else. Tom’s pace quickened, and he moaned as I moaned. The sling was swinging back and forth. Whenever my pussy pulled away from one cock, the other cock would hit my throat, and I would gag. Whenever the cock in my mouth pulled out just to the head, I got half a breath, and got impaled on the python fucking my ass. Gramps, the patriarch, fucks the pussy, impregnating the sacred hole where the sperm nests and his virus and perv DNA can grow inside of me, feed off of me, and be loved and nurtured by me. Meanwhile, Dad, the discipliner, takes the helm and fucks my mouth to make sure his boy is filled to the brim with dick. Slosh, slosh, slosh, goes my ass as Gramps’ balls smack my ass. “Grrarg, uurg, mmmf!” I gag as Dad’s dick mercilessly plows my numb face. On one side, cum squeezes out of my ass and trickles down my crack as Tom’s manhood churns the butter. On the other, the spit flies out of my mouth as the grey daddy digs for oil. In between is me, too high to even remember how I got there, how I ended up between these two pieces of meat that my whole existence revolved around. “Cream that slut boy with your dirty old spunk! I bet it’s thick, creamy, and yellow like spoiled milk!” cheered Jeremy, the bald man in the polo who fucked me first. The other men, always spurred on by his words of encouragement, cheered Tom on too. Their voices pulled me out of my abyss of cock hunger and I remembered where I was. I remembered there were 11 unserviced cocks in the room sand that I was nowhere even close to being done. I remembered I meant nothing to these two men who fed their cocks to me and, due to my complete inebriation, meant the world to me. I didn’t know how long they’d been fucking me (ten minutes? an hour?) but Jeremy put me back in my place. These men would cum inside me, wipe their dicks off with my body, and go back to their lives, whatever that might be. Ricky would probably go back to his drug dump of an apartment and smoke more T and Tom would probably sneak into bed with his wife, and they wouldn’t spare me a second thought until the next time they wanted to fuck me again. “Yeah, FUCK that ass! Come on!” “Give that cumrag his death sentence! That’s his master’s wish!” “Degrade him!” “FUCK HIM!” “Man, hope he’s not all loose and shit once it’s my turn!” “Oh man, Rick. Sure he’s not for sale?” “Has he passed out already?” “Who cares? Keep fucking him!” “SHRED THAT CUNT! YEAH, MAN!” “Wow, that’s hot! CREAM THAT SLUT!” “Yeah, right in that dirty, cum-filled pussy!” “I think our toy has deserved a little booty bump after this tag team, dontcha think?” My heart jittered with excitement. Even though all Jeremy did was remind me I was trash, I had to thank him. Reminded of my purpose, I was suddenly filled with motivation and tightened me ass and my wrapped my lips tight around daddy’s shaft. “Ohhhh!!!” Daddy pulled out and spewed two thick shots of cum on my face, mixing with my spit to create a thick white mask that almost completely covered my face. It got into my eyes, which stung like a bitch. Just now I realized my eyes were bulging open the entire time. I reminded myself I was going to get even higher, and soon I’ll be too fucked up to even feel pain. Two cold hands on my chest. Those rough hands belonged to Tom. I looked into him, his black, dilated eyes looking back into mine. With that, he roared like he was going into battle. I normally don’t feel a guy shoot in me, but I felt something go deeper inside me than I had felt in ages. Tom’s AIDS stick fucked my stomach and trembled violently for a full twenty seconds. I felt not one, not two, but six powerful, thick, squirts of that toxic spoiled milk shoot far past his nine inches and strike a part of me so deep it definitely had reached far beyond my ass canal. It instantly gave me a cramp. “OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! FUUUUCK!!” Tom moaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. “FUCK YEAH” “FUCK, THAT WAS HOT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “POZ THAT WHORE!” “WOOOO!!!!” A chorus of cheers burst among the men. I knew I wouldn’t have to get tested. I had just got bred with a full carton of the most potent, thick, creamy, and dirty cum of my life. Continued in Part 4

Part 2: The Predators Start the Feast You might think Ricky doesn’t give a shit about his boys, but in truth, he loves them. That’s why he always fucks his boys last after everyone else has gotten their turn, impregnating the wasted body he owns. He kisses me like a romantic lover, protects me like a father, and fucks me like a master. But business is business; he’s a dealer in holes and the customer is always right. And he makes sure his property knows his place. He walks over to me slowly, and the men part around me. My moaning slows to a hurried pant, and I slowly realize from my daze that Ricky is approaching me. He gently pulls me to him by the throat, and I look up into his dark, loveless eyes. My mouth hangs open, my eyes wide with fear and excitement. His square jaw, sharp, dark features, and deep frown glares back down at me. Bending down to meet my lips with his, he pours the bong smoke into me. It’s still so thick that I cough instantly, my lungs not fully recovered from the monster hit I just took. I was getting worried about how high I was getting, now not fully able to walk and my body feeling too relaxed and tired. I was still outrageously horny, thirsting for more hands, more tongue, and some cock... but I also wouldn’t have minded just falling asleep in the sling. “Yo Buster, come give this boy some uppers,” Ricky said, still holding me. I leaned in on him. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, and I rested my face against his hairy chest. Two large hands with thick fingers clutched my ribs and glided down to my ass, where his grip tightened. And then I felt beard on my crack and just the cold tip of a tongue tickle my hole. I moaned as my arms and torso crawled with goosebumps from sheer pleasure. Buster was a large black man, about the same size as John. He had a stern, unsmiling face, nipple piercings, and wore a leather harness. He was the real deal. Ricky turned me over to him. Buster took off my wifebeater and wrapped my left arm with a tourniquet. My heart raced as I felt my arm tighten. The guy rimming me stopped and guided me to a small stool. I sat down slowly. Just now, I realized that the men in the room had closed in on me a little. The jock handed Buster a syringe. “All loaded. Trust me, there’s enough T in that to keep the little bitch awake all night and maybe all of tomorrow night too,” the jock said, chuckling. Buster tapped the needle and gave it a small pump. My hole twitched. Alcohol. Cotton ball. “Make a fist.” I have a huge, plump vein running all down my left forearm that bulged when the alcohol smoothed its way over. Buster aimed the needle straight into it, pressing it just enough to get a bit of blood swirling back into the point to make sure he struck gold. I was now fully awake, my heart about to beat out of my chest. The moment before the slam never stops getting exciting. My eyes were fixated on the point and his movement. Buster pressed down and slowly released the chemical solution into my blood. Once it was cleared, he unbuckled the tourniquet, which snapped off instantly. The blood went straight to my face and the chemical taste hit my throat as well as a coughing fit as harsh as the one from the bong. Wow. I was truly in heaven while in hell. Everything, everything in the whole world and all of the parts of my being condensed and was swallowed into a tight black hole between my legs. I felt incredible as I felt the devil’s energy rush through me and I quickly climbed into the sling, spread my legs as wide as I could, thrust my head back and unleashed a huge sigh of relief. My legs and smooth body suddenly looked incredibly sexy to myself, and the men around me were handsome hunks that exuded a musk of intense sexual desire, ruthlessness, and sadism. Each and every one of them wanted to breed me, letting their warm seed churn inside me and maybe even impregnate me with a virus. I wanted to offer my pure, youthful body to the degrading ritual about to befall me. “Look. At. That. Boy!” one of the men groaned, unzipping his pants. “Should we give him a booty bump before we start? I just love seeing this slut get FUCKED up! Look at him squirm trying to get his legs into the stirrups!” “Nah, we don’t want him to overdose.” “The fuck do you care?” “You break it, you buy it,” Ricky said calmly. “Do whatever you want to him, but if anything happens to my hustler, you’re all gonna owe me a lot more than $20.” I was all the more turned on knowing what I was worth. $20 barely covered the drugs. My holes were being rented out for much less. The men put down the pipes and the bong. They were ready to get the party started. I heard a collective sound of zippers from all directions. The stench of their cocks and balls filled the room. Some were well-trimmed, others were hairy. Some were quite small, others were as big as Billy Glide’s meat. My heart beat as fast as a racehorse in anticipation of my first cock. Incredible how meth can make even your resting heart rate this high. The guy who called dibs on me earlier was short (maybe 5’5”), stocky, bald, and wore a tight polo around his muscular body. He looked like he’d be one of the funny guys at the office, and I recognized his voice as one of the more verbal ones talking dirty about me to the other guys while I was getting fucked up and groped. His cock was average size, very well-shaped, and clean-looking, a good one to loosen my hole up and keep it warm for the others. He grabbed my ankles and lifted them onto the stirrups. The sling was actually very wide and my legs strained to be spread so far apart. He rubbed a few drops of lube on his dick and around my hole. My hole was being stretched too, and I could feel a cold breeze against the opening. “Mmmm, bon appetit,” he said as he pressed his mushroom head against my sticky ass. The pink lining of my ass instantly expanded and swallowed his meat as I felt an indescribable pleasure strike through my body. Then, he slammed his dick into my body and I felt it stab through my guts. I yelped and my body instinctively bucked, but I was held in place by the sling. And then, I could only feel pleasure as every single nerve in my body became its own sweet spot, and I begged for him to keep fucking me. “YES!” he yelled triumphantly as his balls hit my ass and the tip of his dick struck the deepest corner of my rectum it could reach. He sounded kind of like an avid fan screaming when his team scores a goal. The other men hooted, woofed, and cheered him on. The guys were now relaxing while jacking their dicks. Some of them lit up cigarettes and smoked while they watched the guy fuck me. “How does that hole feel, man?” “Aw man,” the guy fucking me groaned, pulling back out and this time gently thrusting into me, savoring the friction between his cock and the insides of my pussy. “So... so tight! I don’t think I can last long!” “Look at him,” John sneered derisively. “He’s looking up at you with those puppy eyes. You better show him no mercy before he thinks you’re makin’ love to ‘im or somethin’.” I realized I was almost in tears from pleasure, every cell in my body worshipping his cock and the feeling of it inside me. While he fucked me, he was a God to me. My entire existence was for his trivial pleasure. “Oh, we’re not making love,” he said. Suddenly, his pace quickened and he started fucking me ruthlessly. His dick jammed into my sweet spot over and over again and my toes curled and uncurled. The sling shook back and forth violently. “OH, OH FUCKING GOD! OH! OH! OH!” I cried. My dick was entirely soft from the drugs. Slosh, slosh, slosh. Each thrust made a sound like his penis was grinding meat. And it was – he fucked me like he was trying to hurt me. He probably was. “Someone shut the bitch up and stick a dick in his mouth!” A middle-aged man with grey pubic hair and a massively thick cock slapped my cock with his face. I opened my mouth wide, stuck out my tongue, and panted like a dog wanting food. Then, he slid his dick down his throat. And further and further down he went, until his dick actually hit the chemical tasting part of my throat. I was about to have a gag reflex as tears instantly welled up in my eyes and my throat churned loudly, but he slid his dick out just in time. Just as I was about to gasp for breath, the top leaned forward and thrust so deep into me that it felt like he hit my stomach. The drugs completely numbed me to the pain and all I could feel was an intensified orgasm in every nerve. The top’s cock stayed there, throbbing, then brutally thrust in once more. Suddenly, the inside of my ass filled with heat, and I felt thick wads of hot cum spill out of my ass as he stabbed me a third time. “OH! OH GO-,” I screamed in, but before I could finish, the grey daddy shoved his cock into my mouth and muffled my screams. As the top slipped his dick out he spat on me and said... “God can’t hear you now.” The men howled with laughter. “Next,” Ricky said. Continued in Part 3

I am into skimpy underwear on me and other guys, boys.

At this point of the day, all three of us were bred with poz cum, and all was right with the world. I finally was bred by my hot boyfriend, by his poz support group buddy, and by another charged guy in the bathhouse. We left the dark room and headed downstairs for a shower and a Jacuzzi. It was good to take a break with Brad and Justin for a couple minutes. Brad said, "Rik, you still have all those poz loads in you?" "Yeah," I replied, "Gonna try and hold them in for a while." Brad asked, "Are you gonna be OK if you convert to being poz?" Justin joked, "I know of a good support group, if you need it!" I laughed, "We might need to call them up and have them stop by to breed me!" Brad and Justin looked at each other and smiled. Justin said with a wink, "We need to convert your boy. I'll start calling the support group guys and get them over here!" With that, they high-fived each other. Brad leaned over and gave me a kiss and said, "I want to help you get pozzed so we can cum in each other from now on. We'll get some newly converted guys to breed you." I said, "Yeah, I want that. I want two boyfriends so we can breed each other all the time." Justin said, "I need you guys too. We need to swap strains forever!" Brad and Justin looked behind me and both smiled. Brad said quietly, "Here we go..." My back was towards the Jacuzzi steps, so I didn't see who was getting in with us, but I caught his backside as he passed by to take a seat. He was tall like Brad, probably 6'5", lean, dark hairy legs and not much of a butt (which is fine with me). He sat across from me and took my breath away. He had a sexy hairy chest and had some scruff on his face. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I hear you're neg and want to get pozzed, is that right?" He didn't make any attempt to keep it quiet, and in fact said it loud enough for the other guys in the area to hear. My face went three shades of red. This was another defining moment for me. Either I'm in or I'm out. "Yeah" I said softly. Tall, dark and handsome said, "I didn't hear what you said, say it again." "Yes." "Yes, what?" It was time to own what I want. "I'm neg and I'm taking poz cum today. I want to be pozzed." I said it loud enough for him and most of the first floor to hear. My heart was pounding like a motherfucker. Tall, dark and handsome just smiled back at me. "I like that. Have you taken any loads yet?" "A couple," I said. "I pointed to Brad and Justin.”They bred me a couple hours ago." Tall, dark and handsome said, "That's hot. I have a high viral load, so if you want some of this, I'm in 215." The then stood up and showed me his rock hard uncut 9" cock that was pointing up to one of the sexiest biohazard tattoos I've never seen. He reached over to tweak my nipples and I grabbed his poz cock and felt his low-hangers. All I could say was "Oh yeah, I need that!" With that, he walked out of the Jacuzzi, dried off and left. Justin said "Well, that was hot!" "Oh my god," said Brad. "He's smokin' hot ... And it sounds like he'll help get the job done." I said, "Let's dry off and take a walk." We dried off and got new towels again. Well, Brad and Justin got towels. They said I needed to be naked for the rest of the day. And I was OK with that. At the front desk, I noticed a magic marker laying on a clipboard. I had an idea. I asked the attendant, "Can I write something down real quick? I'll give it right back." He handed it under the window and went back to checking in people. Both Brad and Justin looked at me wondering what the fuck I was up to. I grabbed Justin and gave him a big sloppy kiss, and did the same to Justin. I presented the marker and said, "Write on me. Let guys see what we're doing." It was like instant Viagra. All three of us were rock hard at the idea. Brad turned me around and drew an arrow from my mid-back pointing down to my asshole. He handed the marker to Justin. "That's all you got? That's lame" said Justin. I felt Justin writing stuff all over my backside. I had no idea what he was doing, but my precum was oozing all over. "There, that's how you do it." Justin said, handing it back to Brad. Brad said, "Turn around" and started writing on me. They both had big smiles and were really getting into this. He wrote on my pecs, abs, down to my pubes and cock. He stood up to admire his work and Justin nodded his head in approval. They high-fived each other and then Justin gave the marker back to the attendant. Justin said, "Let's go back upstairs, we can get other guys to write oh him more if we need to." My balls were aching at this point, I really needed to blow my load, but it wasn't time yet. I don't think there was anyone in the building that didn't know my story earlier, but they sure do now. As we walked the halls, guys would give me a look and then give me a nod. There were two black guys in the hallway talking as we walked up. One of them looked at me and said, "Rik - the Neg bugchaser?" Brad answered for me and said, "Yeah, we're filling him up with charged loads ... Rik, bend over and show him your hole!" Right there in front of anyone walking by, I bent over and spread my asscheeks. Both black guys rubbed their hands over my ass. One of them slid a finger inside my hole and said to his friend, "he's loose already." He went from one finger to two fingers to four fingers very quickly. I moaned, "OH fuck yeah, that feels great! Feel my cunt!" My cock was drooling precum at both the humiliation and how slutty I was becoming. Justin said, "We're in 213 if you want more of this slut." The guy slowly pulled his fingers out of my ass, and I felt cum ooze out and run down my legs. We continued our walk, making sure guys saw us walking around with hard-ons and my freshly inked advertising written on me. When Brad saw someone in a room, or when we would pass someone in the hallway, he said "213," making sure guys knew our room number. We turned the corner and coming our direction was Dave and Bruce, two guys from 24 Hour Fitness. Brad and I have known them from the gym for a long time. I didn't plan on seeing anyone I know here today. They both stopped and stared at me, while reading what was written on my body. Dave said, "What's up with this? What are you guys doing?" Justin said, "Isn't it apparent? We're pozzing him up!" Brad reached behind me and slipped a couple fingers up my hole. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and how hot it was. I looked at them and said, "I need a charged load up my hole." Dave and Bruce just replied, "Oh!" and kept on walking. I'm not sure whose world was rocked more, theirs or mine. I suppose those gossip queens will be talking this up on Monday at the gym, since they know everyone in town. We got back to the room and I finally got a look at what my poz boyfriends wrote on me. Reading backwards I could read "poz me" "cumslut" "neg4poz" and I had no idea what Justin did on my backside. Didn't care - just glad that the two most important guys in my life are getting me gifted. I laid on the mattress on my back as we got settled. Brad left the door open and then turned to me. "Let's get you some poisoned cum" he said. Justin straddled my head and lowered his cock into my mouth. Brad raised my legs up and handed them to Justin. Brad then slid his poz cock up my cummy hole. He worked in and out slowly, not trying to cum, but trying to attract breeders. I heard Justin say, "You want to breed our boyfriend? Leave the door open and fuck him." I felt some hands feeling up my body, tweaking my nipples, feeling my abs and my cock and balls. Brad said, "He needs poz cum. Can you help him out?" "Yeah, I can charge him up" was all I heard before I felt a huge cock slam up my hole. Justin pulled out of my mouth so I could see my new breeder. He was one of the black guys we saw in the hallway, and clearly I missed seeing his huge cock when me met earlier. My new breeder said, "My buddy won't let me fuck him ... and the way your hole felt, I knew I had to poz you." Just then his buddy walked in and asked, "Can I watch?" Justin asked, "Do you want to fuck his face while your buddy breeds this cumdump?" With no hesitation, he climbed up and fed me his uncut cock. Justin took this opportunity to feel up the guy in my mouth, as I knew Brad was feeling up the guy who was in my asshole. I could hear the other guys in the room jacking their lubed cocks as they watched me get bred. It was hot knowing everyone there knew what I'm chasing. I heard the guy fucking my mouth say to Justin, "Yeah, rub your cock on my asshole ... I'm close." Justin said, "If you don't blow your load down his throat, I'm going to breed you!" Brad took Justin's cue and said to the guy fucking me, "Feel my cock against your hole? My precum is getting you all wet. I might have to breed you too!" "Breed him, Justin" "Yeah, you breed yours "Brad" Neither of my poz boyfriends had a chance to slide inside, because the nasty poz chat had the black guys all worked up. The guy fucking me yelled, "Here I go, bitch! I'm cumming up your hole!" The guy in my mouth said "Fuck! Here I go too!" Simultaneously, I got huge loads that must have been saved up for days. The guy still in my ass said, "I haven't fucked a neg guy since I converted. I love that." These hot guys creamed both of my holes. I swallowed up as much as I could, but some escaped onto my face. My asshole was leaking like crazy, but it felt amazing. Both guys pulled out and gave me a couple pats on my ass, and then they walked out. Brad and Justin sat on the bed next to me and said, "That was hot, but he needs more poz cum." They both bent down to give me a three-way kiss so the three of us could make out. I couldn't love these two more than I did right then. While we were making out, I felt a new hand rub my ass. I moaned softly and opened my legs to our new guest without looking. Brad and Justin silently checked the guy out and then returned to making out. The guy playing with my ass had three fingers up my hole and was working up to four. "Fuck that feels good" I said to Justin and Brad. "He's making my hole feel great." The boys whispered words of encouragement to relax my hole, that I need to open it up. I felt his fingers work in and out of my hole, and felt him tuck his thumb in with his other four fingers. "Yeah, open up for me," our new guest said. "I’m here to give you the fuck-flu!" It was Tall, Dark and Handsome.

6. Jason As I held out the glass pipe and lighter for him, Nathan looked at me quizzically. "Huh?" he asked me. "It's your turn," I said. "You need to smoke more, and I'll take the pictures now." Reluctantly, Nathan handed me his camera. "Just frame it, and press here," he said, indicating the shutter release. I already knew how to use the camera, but I didn't want to bother him by saying anything. With his hands now free, he took the pipe and lighter from me. I was able to properly hold the camera. While he was swapping the pipe and lighter between his hands, I took some pictures of him. I had been staring at Nathan for several days, seemingly memorizing every hair on his face, every muscle in his chest, every vein on his cock. But tonight, looking through the viewfinder, I was seeing him for the very first time. He seemed new and different in a way I had trouble articulating. Even though I had several loads inside of me, I was still so turned on by his raw masculinity that my ass started to itch again. It wasn't going to be long before I needed to have him inside of me again. For the first time, I noticed that he had a few bits of grey in his goatee, and there were the slightest hints of lines around his eyes. I wondered how I had missed those details before, and with a bit of shock, I realized I didn't even know how old he was. He was older, but I had never even asked. I was about to say something, but before I could open my mouth, Nathan put the pipe to his mouth. He held the flaming torch under the bowl. I took pictures as he heated up the bowl, inhaled the vapor, and then exhaled the cloud. "Again," I said. I wanted him just as high as I was. "Bossy boy," he said, smiling. But he did what I said, and took another hit off the pipe. This one was longer and deeper than the one before; it was obvious from the giant cloud he exhaled. As he put the pipe back to his lips a third time, he said, "Let's share this one." He kneeled down in front of me and our faces were level with one another. I was staring right into his green eyes, and remembered the power they had exerted over me the first time I saw him. I would have done anything just to see them again. And, so far, I had done almost everything to keep him: he had fucked me raw, he had shot his poz cum in me, he had whored me out to his friends, and even now he was getting me higher than I had ever been before. Another hit of crystal was small compared to what had already happened. "I'd like that," was my only response, exhaling and emptying my lungs for his cloud. He did a long hit, longer than any of the others and emptied the bowl several times. He grabbed the back of my head, pulled me in close, and exhaled all of it into my mouth. I sucked his cloud in, feeling his drugs and his breath, as they became my drugs and my breath. Even though his raw cock had been inside me, even though now his sperm was swimming inside of me, and even though his virus was plotting its stealthy attack on my body, this sharing of breaths was a new intimacy for us. The shotgun turned into a kiss and Nathan put the pipe down on the bed table. His hand traced down my smooth chest, across my stomach, before finding my cock. The crystal had rendered it weak, soft and impotent, but I didn't mind it at all. Michael had used my tina dick as a source of power over me, but with Nathan, my soft rod had turned into a celebration of Nathan's masculinity. My limp cock was my special gift to him, a way for us to stay focused on what was critical and important: Nathan's unprotected, uncovered, raw manhood entering me, his powerful orgasm filling me with toxic cum, and his deadly disease infecting me. Another night, hopefully very soon, my cock would be hard and erect, bursting with toxic sperm, and it would be my turn to penetrate Nathan. Nathan rested his hands on my hips to pull me closer to him. Neither of us had breathed out the crystal cloud and his tongue was still exploring my mouth. His hard cock was pressed against the inside of my thighs. Relentlessly, it seeked out my wet hole. "Please?" I asked, stopping our kissing just long enough to speak. A bit of the white cloud escaped as I begged Nathan to fuck me. "Of course, boy," he said. He pulled away, and exhaled. Even though he had given me the bulk of his hit, he still had a respectable cloud. I followed his example, and blew the smoke right into his face. "Hot, boy," he said. He took the camera from me, and put it next to the glass pipe on the bed table. Then he pushed me back onto the bed, and climbed on top of me. "I need to be inside you again," he said. Between my legs, his hard cock was searching for the wet opening into my body. I grabbed my ankles to give him better access to my hole. "I want you inside me too," I said. "Your raw cock inside of me feels like nothing else I've ever felt before." He ran one hand over my chest; I was sweating, a combination of anticipating getting fucked again and the additional kick of the crystal hitting me. "Are you ok, my Jason?" he said. The way he said "My Jason" sent a chill down my back. So badly, I wanted him to want me, even to need me. I hoped I wasn't reading too much that statement, taking it as a confirmation of his parallel need. "I'm good," I replied. "I'll be better with your cock inside me. And much better when your precum dripping into me." "Need more of my sperm? My virus?" he asked, as he lined the tip of his cock up with hole. It was now very well-used, bordering on sore. But that hardly mattered when it was Nathan wanting to fuck me. "Fuck yeah, Nathan. You know that." Nathan grabbed the bottle of poppers from off the bed and handed it to me. "Big hit for me, boy," he said. I held them under my nose. I breathed in deeply, first one nostril, and then the other, and then back to the first one. "Give it to me," he said before I could put the lid back on the bottle. He replicated my actions, inhaling deeply three times from the little brown bottle. "Ready?" he asked. We both knew what he was asking. Right as I nodded in agreement, I felt my face flush from the poppers, and at the same time, his cock began to press into me. He filled me up again with his hard shaft. My eyes rolled back, and I moaned in pleasure. All I focused on--all I could focus on--was my hole, and the way his cock slowly penetrated and filled me. This time, the sex was slower and more intimate than earlier in the evening. There was no longer the frantic need for him to get off, and we could take the time enjoy the journey. As I felt his skin against my skin, I remembered how dangerous yet intimate this was for me. There was nothing between his poz cock and my fertile hole. As we both rode the waves of poppers, it was hard for me to tell where he stopped and I began: he had gotten so deep into me and his cock fit my ass so perfectly it was like we were two parts of the same person. Nathan clearly felt the same way; he leaned in and whispered, "It feels like we're one," before he started to kiss me deeply once more. Even with our intimate connection, it still took us a while to find our rhythm. It had turned into a very slow fuck, with Nathan's cock just barely rocking back and forth inside me. He massaged the thick pools of deadly cum from all the men into my body, all the while, he held on to me tightly. His furry chest was pressed against mine and our lips and tongues stayed entangled the entire time. It seemed like the night had stopped, but yet every time I looked at the clock, only about thirty minutes had gone by. Soon, we were in the depths of the night, as first eight, then ten, midnight, and almost too soon, one AM ticked by. The entire time, Nathan's cock stayed inside me, dripping pre-cum, exploring my hole, and leaving faint traces of his virus inside me. Every so often, we would stop, just long enough to hit the pipe again together, pour a little more lube onto my hole, have a sip of water, and maybe switch positions. Sometimes, while fucking, we would be kissing. Other times we were just quiet. The best times were when we would whisper in each other's ears our hopes and dreams plus our experiences and fantasies. I was amazed, and, honestly, at times jealous, of what Nathan had done. As the night wore on, fueled by the drugs and our growing trust in each other, our fantasies became more explicit, more personal and more dangerous. Buried in my hole, Nathan's cock would get hard when I told him what I was willing to do. The barriers between us had been lowered significantly. I found myself opening up to Nathan in ways I had never been able to tell another man. In a quiet moment of the night, I found myself telling him how I had jerked off thinking about getting infected. "Why do you want it?" he asked me. "Before I met you?" I asked. "Or now?" "Both," he said. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, and then slid it back into me. I could feel the pools of toxic spooge pressed deeper into me, where soon enough, they would get absorbed into my body, and hopefully give me what I needed so badly. "Honestly?" "Of course," Nathan said. "No secrets now. No secrets ever." "The thought of crawling on top of a neg boy, of sliding my cock into his hole, of fucking him hard and breeding him. It's such a hot thing to be able to do. And knowing that I am infecting him, it's a fucking power trip." "It is," he said. "Especially with the right neg man, it can be amazing experience. And the best way to get to know a man." He stroked my face, and then gave me a kiss. "Like no other experience in the world." He stared at me, and I tried not to get lost in his hazel eyes. "And now?" he asked. "You," I said. "I want this to be how we get to know each other. How I get a part of you forever." "You'll always have a part of me," Nathan said. "And I'll make sure that my virus is in your blood." "Thank you," I said. His cock was deep in me, dripping his pre-cum into me. It was hard to tell if he was defiling my hole with his toxic virus, or anointing it with his precious fluids. They were two sides to the same coin. "Do you want to spread it?" he asked. "Help others feel as good as you do?" I had to think a moment. I knew what he was asking me, what I was signing up to do. I had safer sex drilled in my head since middle school. Not that I had followed it very well: raw man cunt was felt far too good to spoil with sheaths of rubber between my cock and the bottom. But now, Nathan was proposing a step further. To seek out negative men fuck them raw, to infect them, and make sure it would take. Despite the drugs, my cock twitched and started to grow. Nathan stroked it. "I think your cock is telling me everything I need to know," he said. "Yeah, I think it is. I do want to." I remembered what Thomas had said earlier in the day. "And I know Thomas is into it as well" "I know," Nathan said. "He's asked me a few times. Never sure how I feel about it. But..." he started, and then stopped. "But?" I asked. "I think I'd do it with you. Having a boy to share between us. To infect." "It would be nice," I said. Nathan pushed his cock into my hole again. He more than filled me up, and my dick dripping in pleasure. "And you? What do you want?" "You really want to know?" I nodded. I was learning much about Nathan in this quiet morning time. Our inhibitions were gone, and we were purely creatures of pleasure. We were creatures of a common depraved flesh, feeding off the inscrutable darkness of drugged-up, male sex. "Ok," he said. But rather than saying anything else, he grabbed the pipe and torch from the bed table. "This will need some help." I nodded, wondering what dark fantasy he had that required added assistance from the crystal. I worried that it would be too dark, too much for me, and I would have to tell him no. I worried because that I knew that tonight, I wouldn't be able to tell him no. I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to deny Nathan something he wanted, but tonight, it would be particularly impossible. "Ok?" he asked me. I nodded again, feeling how hard his cock was inside me. He stuck the pipe in his mouth, pursing his lips around the glass stem. He flicked the torch and held the intense blue flame under the bowl. Subjected to the heat, it didn't take long for the crystals to crackle, melt and begin to smoke. He started to inhale, emptying the bowl and filling his lungs. Even while getting high, he looked beautiful to me, a stocky, hairy, muscular body, his manhood buried deep and raw in my ass, and him sucking down the drug that would make him even wilder. Finally, his lungs were full, and he pulled out his pipe. He offered it to me, but I nodded no. My head was spinning a bit, and I needed to slow down. If I ever needed it, the pipe would be right beside me. "Damn, that is nice," he said, exhaling a thick cloud. It momentarily engulfed his head, before drifting down and blocking my view. As it dispersed, I saw him above me, his eyes glassy and a smile on his face. "So," I said. "What do you want?" He was quiet for a moment. His cock was rock-hard, lodged deep in my hole and dripping. Whatever he was thinking about, it was keeping him hard. I wanted to be able to satisfy him, to make him that hard again. I was clenching my ass in terror, wondering what he wanted to do. "I want to see you get raped," he finally said. "To see man after man ram his cock into you. To hear you beg for them to stop, to go slower, and to be gentle, when you know that it has only just begin. To see their cum dripping from your smooth tight hole. And to hold you at the end, my cock in your hole, and tell you how proud I am of you." Hearing that, I relaxed. It seemed so simple and so easy: all I would have to do is get fucked by a few guys. It would be like this afternoon. Maybe even better, since Nathan would be there for me. It wouldn't be just me and an ass like Michael. I smiled and nodded. "I'd do that for you." Nathan grinned. I continued. "Just make sure they are hung big, and fuck hard. And that I'm as high as I am now." "You'd do that? For me?" Nathan asked. "Yeah, right now, I'd do anything for you," I said. "Really, I'd do anything." I glanced at the clock. It was now nearly two AM. It had gotten quiet outside. Time was now marked only by a very occasional siren in the distance or the sounds of people walking home, drunk and happy, from the bars. It was the crystal driving us now, the man behind the curtain for our every action and though. I wondered how many mistakes I had already made this weekend. I had just said I'd let strangers use me. Even if I begged them to stop. But maybe that was what I really wanted, because the idea, even after Michael, didn't scare me. The pressing questions seemed to be when that fantasy would come true. "There's so much I want to do with you. I don't want you to be held back by anything." His cock was harder and buried deeper than he had ever been. "You think it's been holding you back? I mean, the fear of HIV. Of AIDS. Of dying." The only thing keeping me from freaking out was the stable presence of his tool inside me and the calming nature of the steady stream of pre-cum he was dripping into me. "In the part, it had been," I said. "But now, I want it. I want it so badly. To be infected with HIV, just like you." Inside me, his cock was throbbing with desire and dripping pre-cum into my hole. "I don't want to be held back from anything. No fear." "I don't want you to be afraid of anything either. Not of me, not of my cock, not of my cum, not of my virus. Or of my friends: their cocks, their cum and their virus. I don't think I could ever fuck you with a rubber. I want to share everything with you. And most of all, I want to be there for all of your needs and fantasies." "Me too." Nathan was on top of me again, his strokes getting deeper and more forceful. "And I know now I want the man ho infects me to be you Nathan," I said. "Not anyone else." "I'd like that too, Jason," he said. "I'd like that a lot." I needed Nathan so badly that night. I wanted his body, his mind, and most of all, his semen and the virus that would come with it. I wondered how much of this was because of the drugs and sex, but it really didn't matter. I was living in the moment and nothing else mattered. Nothing mattered but what I was sharing with Nathan. "I love you," I said. Suddenly, I was letting the drugs do the thinking for me and I let the crystal do what I was too cowardly to do on my own. As I said it, he pulled me close and kissed me. He slammed his cock deep into me. It went deep; deeper than he had ever been before. He was into virgin territory, which was ripe and ready for his seed. I felt him pulse and inside of me, Nathan was shooting his thick load of toxic jizz. I wanted it. I wanted to be open for him, to accept every drop of what he gave me. Most of all, I wanted the virus. I was no longer afraid. I was ready for it, and I wanted it to be his virus, his disease, his HIV. I wanted to be infected and I wanted to be free of all the worries and fears that had eaten me up over the years. But, the only way we could ever make this happen was to for him to fuck me raw and to cum inside of me. I knew that anything that felt this good, that brought me this close to the man I was falling in love with, must be good. This had to be the right thing. "I love you," I repeated, as he filled me with his beautiful hard cock and sprayed my guts with his thick, deadly, and wonderful cum. Even while Nathan's orgasm subsided, he made no effort to stop kissing me. He kept one hand wrapped around my body, and with the other, he tenderly stroked my head. Even after this, his second orgasm of the night, his cock stayed hard and stayed deep in my body. As we kissed, the last throbs of his orgasm wracked his body. I felt privileged to be able to make a man like him cum that hard, and doubly lucky that he had deemed me worthy of his precious fluids, the fluids that would make me forever his. Finally, our breathing returned to normal, and our long kiss was broken off. "You good, sweet boy?" he asked me, staring at me with his beautiful, piercing green eyes. "Very good," I replied, and kissed him again. My legs were still wrapped around his torso, making sure he stayed inside me. I had a stupid smile on my face. We continued to kiss and explore each other, still joined so intimately and closely. "Fuck," he said suddenly, a look of pain crossing his face. "Ok?" I asked. "Fine, just the start of a leg cramp. I gotta lay down and I'll be fine," he said. Reluctantly, I slowly unwrapped my legs from around him and let him pull his cock out of me. Still, I clamped my ass around his dick to make sure I kept every drop of his poz cum inside me. We were both tired and tweaked and our movements were clumsy. But it still felt good for us to be touching, feeling each other's bodies rub against each other. He collapsed next to me, wrapping his arm around me. We were quiet and just listened to each other breathe and felt the sweat on our bodies slowly dry. I was glad to be quiet, even though unwanted thoughts were starting to creep into my consciousness. Without Nathan's cock inside me to center me, doubts were starting to grow. I remembered everything I had said while we were fucking. I knew, in my heart, it was all true. But, I wasn't ready to face one of them straight on, much less have the important talk about it with Nathan. The statement was the methamphetamine's true betrayal of me this evening. It wasn't the way I had opened my hole to all those poz men, not the way I had let Michael use me, nor the way I had promised Nathan his fantasy. It was in the heat of passion, telling a man how I really felt. Of course, Nathan had certainly come hard when I told him. I wanted him to feel the same way, and I took it as a hopeful sign. Finally, he broke the silence. "What time is it?" he asked. I turned my head, to look at the clock. I was surprised that it was only 2:30; it felt like we had been together much longer and that the night was almost over. "2:30," I said, as I turned back towards him, smelling his sweaty, male body. His cock was still hard, pressed up against my flat stomach. "You have to be anywhere tomorrow?" he asked me. "In the morning, I mean?" "Not at all." "Good," he said. I heard him smile through his voice. "You up for another round?" "Yeah," I said. "I need to feel your raw cock inside of me again." My ass had been itching for more cock from the minute he pulled out of me. "Maybe you want a quick shower before we continue?" "Definitely," he said. "And we should refill the pipe as well." As we untangled from each other, I got up first. I knelt down on the floor, next too him, with him sitting on the edge of the bed. He wiped the lube off his hands with a spare towel and then grabbed the bag of crystal and the pipe. The bag was still fat and thick, filled with shard of the white drug. He pressed the stem of the pipe into it, and let several chunks fall into the bowl. "Want to go first?" he asked, as he tapped the last few tiny crystals out of the stem and into the bowl. "Please," I said. There had been so much that had happened over the past few hours: from Sean, Jake, and Eli, to Michael, to what we had been sharing in the dark of the night. I wasn't sure what to be feeling. At that moment, everything seemed so good, but yet, there was still a dark undercurrent, one I couldn't fully explain, like the feeling of impending doom. I did my best to forget about it, and live in the pleasure of the minute. "I'm really enjoying tonight," I said. "I'm happy we are sharing all of this. I like being with you." "Me too," he said, as he fired up the torch and let the drugs melt. He looked straight at me, as a wisp of vapor escaped from the glass bowl. "You seemed a little shaken up after Michael. Was it just him? Or the entire experience?" "Just him," I said. "Sean, Jake, Eli, they were all great. But Michael," I trailed off, shivering a bit as I remembered the ninety minutes I had spent with him. Ninety minutes I couldn't forget. "I know," Nathan said. The bowl had now filled with smoke and the vapor was escaping from the top. "Here," he said, putting the pipe in my mouth. "Take a hit. You can relax now. I'm here." With one hand, he held the torch against the bowl, and with the other, he gently stroked my arm. The touch, especially from him, felt good. It complimented the crystal I was sucking down nicely. I nodded that I was good, and he pulled the torch away. Before the pipe cooled down, I inhaled a few more bowls. I held the hit as long as I could. The drugs flowed into my blood, giving me a warm feeling of happiness. There were things I knew I needed to remember, about Michael, about Nathan, about myself, but as the tina kicked in, again, those things seemed far away and unimportant. I leaned in to shotgun it to Nathan. He took the hit from me, his hand now wrapped around me, keeping me close. I remembered enough to continue talking. "It's like there's something he's angry about," I said, referring to Michael. Nathan held my hit a while longer before he exhaled it right into my face. "I want you to take another hit," he told. I couldn't tell him no, nor did I want to. I wanted to get lost in the pleasure. So, I put the pipe in my mouth and let him held the torch under it again. "I don't know the full story, but I heard he got stealth pozzed by his boyfriend. He's had trust issues ever since." I finished the hit and held it for a moment before shotgunning it to Nathan. Nathan. "That could do it," I said, as Nathan held his breath. "I'm glad we're doing it like this. Openly. Trusting each other completely." I nearly said "lovingly," but thought better of it. There was a bond between us, and it was only getting stronger. I didn't want to scare him; I was already worried that I had said too much. I kissed Nathan, and he shotgunned the hit back to me. As I held it, Nathan returned the pipe and torch to the bed table. It would still be available to us as the night wore on. He wrapped his arms around me and let one hand dropped down to my ass where a finger quickly found my hole. "Me too," he said. "This is the best weekend I've in a long time. Now, let's get ourselves clean, in body if not spirit. The lube is starting to feel gross." I stood up and walked to the bathroom. "Getting towels. I'll be there in a second," Nathan said, "Let the water run?" The water got warm quickly and I stepped into the spacious shower. It felt good to wash off the accumulated grime from my sexual escapades. I ran my finger over my raw hole. There were several loads of toxic sperm up there. Even under the hot water, I shivered with the realization that it was far too late for me to do anything about the virus. I expected to be scared and nervous about the poz loads, but instead, all I felt was excitement. I hoped it wouldn't be long before I was infected. More than anything, I needed it to be Nathan's virus that did the deed.

After I got another load from Brad, we were soaking wet and funky. Justin suggested we go get showered off, which was exactly what we needed. Although I was holding on two the three poz loads that had just been pumped into me, and I wasn't going to lose them. A good shower was exactly what the three of us needed after such a ground-breaking afternoon. We dried off and went to get new towels, throwing them in the bin and then asking for new towels. Brad got one for himself and one for Justin. When I asked for mine, Brad told the attendant that I didn't need one, and he steered me back upstairs towards the room. I asked, "What's going on?" Brad replied "Since you broke your poz cherry today, we should see if you can get some more charged loads up your hole - and we can't advertise it if you're wearing a towel." At this remark all three of us started to sprout wood. This was definitely going to be interesting. We went up to the second floor where Brad and Justin walked me around the hallways. As we passed the water fountain I paused to get a quick drink. Three guys were standing in the immediate vicinity. Justin separated my ass-cheeks inviting the guys to "Get a look at this, guys. Freshly bred butt-hole," finishing-up with a sharp slap to my ass. I was, of course, startled as hell, and in the process began to loose some of the cum I had been consciously holding back. 'Fuck', I thought, 'here I am with cum running down my legs'. Two of the guys just smiled and walked on, but the third, a guy in his 30's started stroking his cock under his towel. Brad completed the invitation saying "If you want a piece of that, stop by Room 213 and ask for Rik!" I was being pimped out by the two guys that bred me! How humiliating ... but also kinda hot! We were all still sprouting wood, so we were all getting off on this. And I still had nothing covering me. Brad said, "Come on, let's walk around." The three of us went to the multi-level video room next. Once our eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, there were around six guys watching the porn. But my two pimps were going to change their focus. Justin looked at Brad and said, "I think we need to show our slut off!" Brad smiled and said, "Great idea." "What do you guys have in mind?" I asked. Justin stepped up to me and gave me a big, French kiss saying "Let's have some fun!" With that he led me to one of the risers and had me get on my hands and knees, so my asshole was at a perfect level for his cock. Justin didn't ask Brad at this point, he just worked his pierced cock up my hole again - in front of the other guys. Brad was working his cock under his towel, enjoying Justin's perverted exhibitionism. Justin, meanwhile, was slowly fucking my ass. Clearly he wasn't looking to get off, but publicize ownership of my fuckhole - if only for the afternoon. A couple guys moved closer towards us to get a better view, which was, of course, exactly what Justin was planning. In a completely audible voice he remarked "Brad, this slut still feels good after we pozzed his hole. Stick your cock up his ass and feel for yourself." As he withdrew he asked me "Hey, Rik, how’s your hole now?" But before I could think of a clever reply Justin had fully withdrawn, stepped away, and, giving me a sharp slap, held my cheeks apart as Brad stepped forward, draped his towel over my head, and slid his poz cock up my ass. "Yeah, you'll like this freshly pozzed hole," Justin grunted. Brad fucked away for several minutes, and while so doing, Justin asked "Doesn't he feel good?" (I can only assume Justin was playing poz whore master for the audience.) "Yeah, I should have pozzed him back when I converted. This slut would have loved it," Brad commented. Crap! Did Brad really mean that? I started out that morning with my boyfriend and his friend, and now I'm their freshly pozzed towel rack and cumdump. If this wasn't humiliating enough, I started feeling several hands feeling my body. Looking down, I could see five pair of feet around me. Guys were feeling my chest, cock, ass and Brad's cock as it slowly worked my hole. I heard Brad ask "You want to fuck my slut? You've gotta big dick. He'll love it." Brad pulled out and I felt two fingers slide into my asshole. I certainly didn't know whose fingers they were - I was not in a position to explore who-was-who. Nor, to be honest, did I want or care to find out. I watched Brad's feet step away as another guy got into position. I waited to feel a new cock ... and then saw a condom wrapper fall to the floor. Justin intervened saying "Dude, this slut is deathly allergic to condoms. He can only be fucked bare." I kinda laughed at Justin's quick thinking. Nicely played, Justin. I saw the guy step back, remarking "I only fuck with condoms ... sorry." Brad replied "No problem," and with that the guy walked away. Another guy said, "I'll fuck your slut!" Brad said, "Have at it!" The new guy threw his towel over my head as well and got in position behind my hole. Justin said, "We're looking for charged loads for our slut here, you got one?" The new guy said, "Yeah, I've been poz for a while, and I'm happy to share my strain with your slut!" Brad said, "Excellent, give him your load!" The new guy slammed his cock inside my ass and I just about lost my breath. Holy shit he was big! The new guy commented "Damn, his hole is full of cum. I love messy sluts!" And with that by way of introduction he fucked my ass, surrounded by a whole group of guys, giving the impression I was the last available piece of ass on the planet. I couldn't see much of anything, especially since now a couple of smelly towels were draped over my head, but suddenly Brad slid beneath the towels, wiggling close so he could kiss me while I was getting fucked. Then I felt his legs stretch out next to my right torso. He let out a soft moan of pleasure. "Are you getting fucked?" I asked. "Yeah, Justin still hasn't had a chance to breed me with his toxic cum yet and I want it really bad. Do you feel like a bugchasing cum dump whore now?" I managed to say "Fuck yeah, and oh God, I love you!" Then he pulled my head down and started making out with me again. We were both getting bred by poz guys, and I had no idea how toxic the fuck was going to be - and didn't care. "I'm gonna cum now!" announced the guy fucking my ass. I didn't know what he looked like, and was fairly sure he hadn't actually gotten any sight of me, but it didn't matter: at that very moment he was sperming my asshole. "Fuck, you just get bred!" was his parting comment as he slowly withdrew from my ass, giving me an appreciative tap on the ass. At this point poz cum was running out of my gaping asshole and various guys in the video room were sliding their fingers in and out of my battered hole. It didn't matter how much is in my bank account or what kind of car I drove. To the men I was a piece of meat, just for their pleasure. I could tell that Justin's fuck strokes were getting harder, as Brad's body was bouncing back and forth from the fucking. Justin was going to cum soon, and Brad was going to share the virus strain that had just gone into my body. I was stroking Brad's nipples, and telling him how hot he must look getting fucked in the middle of all these guys. Justin started grunting and breathing hard and then announced "I'm cumming up your ass, dude! Here it comes!" Brad's eyes rolled in the back of his head in ecstasy. Justin was totally turned on by finally getting the sex that his neg boyfriend wasn't giving him, and he got to breed his first neg hole and the poz hole of his support group buddy. And for Brad and me, well, we had taken poz loads side-by-side from two different poz guys. And we couldn't have been happier.

When I woke up the next morning I was still sore and my hole was still gaping slightly. I kept imagining the cum that ejected from my ass and I was craving more. I went on adam4adam and found a guy in my neighborhood. He’s older, late 50’s, latino with a guy and ugly face, but hung like a mule. His cock is Huge, veiny and uncut with a swollen head that glistens when its covered in my spit. I was quick in the emails. “Wanna fuck and load me?” I said “Hell yeah.” He said. “I can be over in ten minutes, I have your address from our last chat.” I left my apartment with nothing but my keys, phone and a bottle of poppers. He answered the door wearing just a tshirt to cover his gut. But that monster cock was swinging in between those older man skinny veiny legs and I wanted it now. I got on my knees taking my clothes off as my mouth found his cock. I sucked like a desperate faggot. I wanted to taste this man entirely to look up into his ugly mug and have him watch me suck him like a slut in heat. He guided me in front of the floor length mirror and I was mesmerized by what I saw: I was fully naked now. His hairy large fingers gripping the back of my head by my hair. My young gym toned body ass plump from running so much. My pale freckled skin and this ugly older man gagging me with his poz fuck stick. I felt cheap and nasty, like a used up poz cumslut. I thought to my self, damn when did this happen to me, when did I become this faggot hole? He forced his 9inches down my throat and I felt his guy hit my forhead when he rammed it in my straining throat. I would gag and he would feed me the poppers. I loved watching myself. I kept thinking of my parents, they would see me in disgust. Their little boy had become a fucked up little whore and he loves it. He pulled me off him and then told me to get on the bed. But I wanted him to watch me get fucked by him. I wanted to give this old guy a show of my hole and his cock. So I told him to lie down and I squatted my ass over him but not facing him. I wanted him to get a great view from behind of his hard raw poz old man cock sliding into my young boy hole. He was definitely more than twice my age, he was older than my parents for sure. I fucked myself onto his bare cock feeling my wet cunt slurp his cock. I felt my hole sucking on that cock. My ass lips protruding out and gripping is rod, sliding over ever vein and ripple of that diseased tool. I looked in the mirror again and saw myself at 25, riding a raw strangers cock that I knew was poz. My gym lean body looked more muscular that night in the dark lighting impaled on that cock. I watched as I slammed myself onto him hitting against his guy and loving it. I love getting fucked by nasty old poz men with crux belly and that wasted face look, this guy was perfect for then and I wanted more of him. Unfortunately he didn’t last long but I worked my ass up on his cock and milked out that load. Jerking my own cock until I came. I quickly got dressed and left. I realized his apartment was real close to ft tryon park and thought “fuck it, might as well cruise for more.” And I made my was to the area of the dog run in search of more disease…

BTW I just wanted to mention that Dante is only 19 or 20 years old and already he's s real dominant pig top. When he parties and fucks me, he pratically beats me up and rapes me. Even Omar sometimes gets worried that Dante is too violent with me. So for my future postings, I might have my black top duo instead of trio.

No, No. No, No, No. a boy should NEVER ask the Top to use a condom. Just BECAUSE it feels so good raw. We are in a back-to-nature- going green society. Think of all those stupid condoms clogging up land fills. Taking it RAW is our patriotic duty for a clean planet. Everyone must do his part

Tonight I traveled to the tops' apartments - Got fucked by 5 guys in about 3 hours and got 4 loads... By the last two fucks there was a puddle of cum under where we fucked I had so much in my ass...