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There used to be two bathhouses in the place I live. One was known for the older crowd (and still exists), the other was visited by younger guys (but burned down). I usually went to the sauna were there were a lot of daddies, but I wanted to see what the other bathhouse was like too. I went to the bathhouse after work and arrived pretty late. There were a lot of twenty- thirtysomethings there. Really not my type. I did see one older guy with white hair and potbelly. He was cruising on the second floor. I first tried the facilities, the pool (always feels nice to swom naked) the steamcabin where there wasn't a lot of action unlike the other bathhouse and the whirlpool. In the whirlpool this 35 year old guy kept brushing up my leg. He obvioulsy liked me. I wasn't too sure about him. I let the guy fondle me a bit, and he kept asking me things like if I go to this place a lot. After the bubbles went away in the whirlpool I went upstairs, hoping to lose the guy. I saw the older guy groping some dudes, but they all kept rejecting him. I almost felt sorry for him. When I walked by he grabbed my crotch too. I stood still and let him feel me up a bit. "Let's go into a private room" he whispered in my ear. I obliged and walked into a cabin. The man looked happy and why shouldn't he. He finally found a young boy that wants to be intimate with him. "You look gorgeous, what's your name?" he asked. I told him my name and then he asked me age. At the time I was 24. Being the shy guy I didn't ask his name (wasn't interested in it anyway) or his age. Most men lie about it anyway, they always say there are younger, not realizing I get turned on more by old fuckers than young ones. If he told me he was 40 I would've been dissapointed while would he have said he was 60 I'd be superhorny (exaggerated example of course). When he knew my age he began grinning even more.He looked like he hit jackpot. Of course he also asked what I liked and wanted to do. I choke on this question. I would love to say I want to suck his old cock and get my ass rimmed so he can root my young ass better. But I'm too shy to say stuff like that. So I didn't say anything at all, I just mumbled a bit. When he asked a second time I softly said "everything I guess". The old man looked at me with a smile "you're so pretty" he said. Yeah that's another thing I don't like, guys who act like they are in love with you. I'm not looking for a lover, I'm looking for anonymous sex. "You're a bit shy aren't you?" I nodded. "I won't do anything you don't want to do" he assured me "I don't have a lot of sex these days" he admitted "I hope I can please you". He began sucking my pencil dick and after a while he asked if I wanted to suck his cock. Of course I wanted to do that and put my lips on his hard cock. It didn't take long before he began encouraging me, moaning that I did a good job, how this wasn't my first blowjob and that he enjoyed it because he did't have a mouth on his cock for so long. It almost made me feel special, sucking on a cock long abandoned by others. "Stand up" he told me. When I stood up he looked at me again, admiring my body once more "turn around and show me your cute ass". As soon as my back was turned to him he grabbed my ass. Squeezing my not so full asscheeks. He took a step forward so our bodies were pressed against each other and he was humping my ass. "You have such a great body, I want to enjoy it but also make it feel good for you. Please go on all fours so I can lick your ass." Oh yes, I definitly would like that. When I was on hands an knees I pushed my ass up in the air, give him nice acces to my boicunt. "What a nice pussy" he said when I showed him my hole, and then he stuck his tongue there. His stubble felt great on my ass. I began to ponder how naughty it was, being naked in a booth with cumstains on the wall, having a guy who is older than my father licking my ass. And boy did he lick. He slobbered all over my ass. He was like a starving animal feasting on my asshole. Suddenly he stopped, placed his dick against my hole and pushed right in. It hurt and I groaned. "Relax, relax, just wait and it will feel nice" he assured me. At one hand I did like it his cock was already buried in my ass (saves the hassle of doing it slowly which I find less comfortable), however I wasn't too pleased he didn't use a condom. "We should do it safe" I whimpered. He looked at me with a friendly smile "Oh you're so sweet" he said "I know we should do it safe but I don't have any condoms. I haven't fucked a boy like you for quite some time, please let me fuck you". I looked at him. I always figured only those dominating bald leather gays were the ones to look out for. Not this old guy who probably hasn't fucked someone (without paying) for quite some time. Besides I didn't bring any condoms myself and his cock began feeling nice in my hole. When he noticed I didn't try to argue he began fucking me. "I want to fuck you so bad" he said "I haven't cum in some days and I want you to have it". My cock became rockhard when he said that. It's so horny when someone wants to breed you. Being barebacked I decided to lose my shame and encouraged him "Yes fuck me daddy" I blurted out. He enjoyed that "yes son tell me how much you like it" he said moaning. "Fuck my pussy with your old cock, make me pregnant" I said without shame while vigoursly jerking my own cock That really did it for him, he gave one big thrust so his fuckmeat was as deep as possible in my bowels. Then he unloaded. My first breeding. I felt his tick slimy cum in my ass. At that point I shot my own load on my towel. As soon as I came I wanted his cock out of my ass. I stood up, so his cock slipped out of my ass. I wanted to check my ass with my fingers, it felt really slippery and wanted to make sure I wasn't bleeding or something, but the man grabbed my hand. He asked me to stay, but I thanked him for the session and quickly left the booth. When I walked downstairs I felt the cum trickling down my leg. It was the most intense and most intimate fuck I ever had and I didn't even know who that guy was. I bumped into the whirlpool dude. "So there you are" he said. I wasn't in the mood for him. He looked at the old man who walked behind me. He grabbed my arm and said into my ear "Whatever you do don't go with that guy. He's known as an unhealty man, rumors are he´s poz. He's always harassing guys with lies and wanting unprotected sex. I hate to see you fall into his hands". I turned white and my heart began to beat faster. I excused myself to go into the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and began pushing his cum out of my ass. When I looked in the bowl I saw a pinkish mixture of body fluids. Fuck.

The other night I was online with my barebackrt profile open and got a hit from a cute younger guy who was into leather, bareback, cum and who was curious about watersports. His profile described him as 27, bb bottom, HIV neg (recently tested hiv neg as of 3/2010), vers bottom 5'7" 145 hairy bottom. From his pics I knew I wanted to breed his ass! After chatting for a while and after I described my play room for him, he asked if I had any other HIV neg tops who would fuck him if he came over. I told him sure, and I described a fuck buddy, Steve, who was 44 year old, hot and a top, who I knew would love to join in and breed him. Now, Steve and I had played before, but as we are both tops, we had never fucked, but I knew he had a great cut eight inch cock and that we had enjoyed sucking each other off to completion. The kid agreed, so I spoke with Steve, who agreed to join us, and when I told Steve I was going to save-up a big load to blow into the kid, Steve readily agreed to do the same. Over the next couple of days I arranged the play session, and when both the kid and Steve showed up to my place at the same time, the three of us stripped naked in the play room where I had set-up a sling as well as a bondage table (just in case one of us decided he wanted to surrender control). Within minutes the kid was sucking us, and very quickly both Steve and I went to full erection. The kid unsuccessfully tried to take both of us in his mouth at the same time. His face might have been as cute as hell, but he just couldn't orally simultaneously handle the two of us. After getting some pre-cum from both of our hard cocks, Steve decided the boy was ready to take his hard dripping cock up his ass! As the kid was doing a great job sucking my cock, Steve slowly slid his raw thick cock deep up the boy's ass, and soon was ramming his cock all the way up the kid's hole, while making him take my cock all the way to the base! The kid choked several times in doing this, but moaned for more, even as he kept swallowing my cock with each deep thrust Steve gave him. By this point of watching this hot bottom get fucked raw by Steve's huge cock, I was determined to get into the kid's ass, so I switched places with Steve and found myself fucking a very tight and wet ass. The kid loved it when I pulled out, only to slam myself home again. My balls began to tingle, and I knew I had to stop right then or that I would load him right away. The whole time the kid had Steve's in his mouth. I withdrew, knowing from the prior e-mail exchanges that the kid wanted to be double fucked by the two of us, so I lay down on the bondage table and had the kid sit on my cock, and when my cock was lodged deep in the kid's hole, I gestured for Steve to climb on board and slide his hard cock deep into the kid. The feeling was amazing. I could feel my hard cock right next to Steve's, while both of our cocks were lodged in the kid's ass. After some hard pounding by both Steve and me, I felt as if I was about to loose it. The kid asked me not to cum so we took a break and Steve and I switched positions, so he was on his back, the kid sat on Steve's cock, while I slid in from the top. I'm watching all the action on the mirror in the room and Steve's fat cock and the kids tight ass is taking a toll. Again I felt my balls tingling. I knew I wanted to breed this kid. Fortunately, by this time the kid was begging me to cum in his ass. "Cum in my ass!" "Come on, give me that hot load!" Nothing turns me on more than to hear the bottom begging for my load. "Give me your cum!" I can't hold back any longer and blow my three-day load up the kid's tight hole, coating Steve's hard cock in the process. In fact, Steve exclaimed he could feel the cum pulsating out of my cock into the kid's hole, a point the kids seconded. After cumming, I remained lodged in the kid's ass for several minutes, only to watch my cum flow out onto Steve's crotch when I withdrew. The kid then want to be fuck in the sling and as I was the only one who had cum, they quickly moved over to the sling. As Steve started to fuck the kid, I fed my cum and ass juice covered cock to the kid as I slowly jacked the kid's rock hard cock. A few minutes into this I told Steve I needed to get more of my cum on my cock for the kid to lick off so Steve and I switched places, which allowed me to fuck the kid some more until I had a large glob of my cum on top of my cock. Then I pulled-out, Steve took my place, and I fed the kid my tasty cock! Steve fucked with tremendous vigor, and soon was fucking full-depth into the kid's hole. The kid, meanwhile, begged for his second load of the night, demanding Steve "Fuckin' cum in my ass hole!" and "I want you to add your cum to his load up my ass!" After a few minutes Steve commented "I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?" "Breed my hole, and mix your cum with the load that's already in there," the kid stated. Steve tensed up and I knew he was on the cusp of breeding the kid. "Oh, fuck, fuck," Steve yelled as he approached the cusp of breeding the kid. At the same time my cock was down the kid's throat and I jacked him off to a huge orgasm. The first volley of cum hit the wall behind the kid, then the subsequent shots blasted the kid's chest, neck and stomach. Steve and I licked the cum off the kid and the three of us enjoyed a three-way kiss, sharing the kid's load as Steve's cock slowly softened and a large glob of cum hit the floor as he withdrew. Afterwards the three of us enjoyed the after-sex glow, and casually chatted about the experience and other hot fucks we had enjoyed. Eventually the kid left, and Steve hung around to speak with me, and what he had to say was really fucked-up! I had specifically invited Steve because I knew he was neg, and the kid only wanted to take neg cum. Steve then told me that two weeks earlier he had been diagnosed as poz, adding that he hoped I was okay with having played with him. "Sure I am," I replied, but added "the kid, however, was neg, and didn't want to play with poz guys." Steve replied, "Yeah, I know I should have said some thing, but when I saw you breed the kid, I had to add my poz DNA to the mix of cum in the kid's ass." I guess we'll find out if the breeding took or not in a few weeks. I can only hope the kid knows what he's riskign when he takes loads from guys he just met online!

Call it cheating if you will, but I found myself horny as hell, strangely wanting to get fucked. My wife knows about me and my boyfriend and doesn’t have a problem as long as I practice safe. She thinks I do anyway. That’s why I’m horny right now. I need to be fucked and fucked raw. I needed someone’s hard cock in my mouth, then in my ass and finally his cum in me. I tried to find my regular Fuck Buddy but he was out of town on business for two weeks. I made it the first weekend but was desperate the second on when his trip ran long. I got so desperate that I ran a Craigslist ad. I decided, against my will, to maintain the ‘safe sex’ thing and insist on condoms despite the fact I hate them and their feel. I was nervous for the first thirty or so minutes batting my decision back and forth. I wanted fucked but was scared since my Fuck Buddy was the only guy that had ever fucked me. My phone dinged which told me that someone had answered the ad. I went to my computer and checked. Sure enough I had an answer to the ad. I read the ad with excitement and loved the pic of his huge cock, but it wouldn't work as the guy wanted me to travel to him during the work week, and I knew I wouldn't have time, so, in disappointment, I ignored his reply to my ad. I was about to shut the computer off and just give it up my efforts to get laid, when I glanced up just in time to see another entry in my inbox. I clicked on it and, before reading it, the pic of a huge black cock had me hypnotized. When I regained my composure, I read his response which said he was nearby and ready right then. I stared at the pick of his hard cock and took three deep breaths before slowly typing my address into the reply box. I also asked how long it would take for him to get there, since I was still wavering on the idea. If he was going to take more than thirty minutes or so I was afraid I would change my mind. He answered immediately telling me he was fifteen minutes away and had just gotten out of the shower. I was scared. His cock was huge compared to that of my Fuck Buddy, but I was that horny. It didn’t help that I had long harbored a fantasy of being fucked by a black man. Sure enough, in less than fifteen minutes that I found myself letting a complete stranger into my house for the intent purpose of letting him fuck me. I invited him in and, completely out of character for me, grabbed his crotch with one hand and unbuttoned his slacks with the other. He was nearly hard before I got his pants down around his ankles. His cock had to be a good ten inches or so just from his scrotum which held two gigantic balls. At that point I was hoping that what I saw was what I was getting and for quite some time. I dropped to my knees and took the head of that massive organ into my mouth, that being about all I could get into it, and began sucking. He got a bit harder and decided to cut to the chase. “I’m here to fuck a white boy. You ready?” The adrenaline charged through me at the comment. He did cut to the chase; he pulled me to my feet, asked about the bedroom and nudged me toward it. Once there, it took me no time to pull my t-shirt and shorts off. I offered him the bottle of lube which he took and started applying to his cock. My breathing got difficult as I stared at that glistening black obelisk suddenly scared that it was destined to be thrusting into my ass. As I climbed onto the bed I thought 'it's now or never'. He was on the bed behind me immediately, spreading my ass cheeks. I felt that huge mushroom head of his cock against my anus and wondered if he could get it inside me without tearing me up. I relaxed and felt the head pop in. He was surprisingly gentle as my Fuck Buddy and took his time working his cock completely inside me. My breathing was slow and controlled as I could manage. Once his pelvis met my ass, he got verbal. “You are a really tight white boy. You ready to get fucked?” I mumbled something under my breath that sounded like, “Hell yes, you black motherfucker, fuck me!” He pulled slowly out and plunged back in viciously back in. That was the start. For the next twenty or so minutes, my ass and prostate were savaged with no sign of mercy. His hands were on my hips making sure he had a clear, uninterrupted path into my ass. I was at that point of ecstasy nearing what I expect was as near an anal orgasm as I had ever come, when he asked me, “You want this load, white boy?” It was at that moment that I realized the whole time he had been fucking me raw. My lust haze had kept me oblivious to it. “No, No! Don’t” I mumbled not really meaning it. “Too bad, you’re getting the third load now!” he said as he slammed his pelvis against my ass for the final time and held it there. “Third?” I questioned. “Yup.” He held my hips against him for about a minute before relaxing his grip. I fell forward and felt my ass. Sure enough I felt cum and a lot of it. “This was supposed to be safe! With condoms!” I squealed. “You should have given me a condom.” Was his only comment as he started pulling his sweatpants back up, adding that I should let him know if I wanted to fuck again - because I had a sweet ass.

I've had a busy 6 months since I last posted on here. I haven't been counting but I've probably taken about 40+ cum loads up my hole. I'm not fussy as long as I get the cum, guys from 18 to 55. In fact the 55 year old guy had the biggest cock I've ever taken and he fucked me so hard I was 'off' for days. He dumped 3 loads in me in about 2.5 hours. It was bliss. He made me push it all out and we both admired his handiwork. There was a lot!! I went to a local gangbang and ended up being the only bottom with 6 loads. I've dumped in only 2 guys. A 17 year old twink and a 28 year old cum slut. I had 4 loads of random cum inside me when I came in the 28 yr old cum slut, he didn't even know. Haha. I've always been more bottom than top. And still neg although not actively chasing but there you go.

Tonight. In an adult bookstore. Thru a gloryhole.

Last night I met up with an older daddy. When I arrived he opened the door butt naked. He was bald, rather skinny but with a beautiful 8" cock. Drank some beers while sucking each other's cock before moving to the bedroom where we continued to 69. After a while he got on all fours and I started fucking him from behind. Damn he was tight. It didn't take me long before I started moaning, signaling I was about to cum. He started moaning too so I took that as a cue and filled his ass. Then it was my turn. I asked him to lie on his back while I slid his 8" into my hungry hole. He went wild, bucking like a bull while I rode his dick. I rode him about 10 minutes before his eyes rolled back and I felt him loading my pussy. We got back to the kitchen, drinking some more beers and we talked a bit. It wasn't long before I had my lips around his beautiful cock again, making him hard in seconds. I leaned over the sofa and he took me from behind. My ass was making sloppy noises from the previous load. I was in heaven. This time he lasted half an hour before he filled me. I asked him if he had another load for me and he said yes but give me some time. So we went back to his bed, playing with each other a bit. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was lying on my belly and he was poking at my hole. I shifted position a bit and he slid in easily. It wasn't long before he dumped his third load in my pussy. He was totally spent, so we said our goodbyes and I went home happy with a well-bred hole.

rarely clean out and I let any potential top know that I prefer to have the shit literally fucked out of me and if any gets on his cock, as a good bttm, it is my duty to atm after...I understand if it is too much and can always move on to something else or get cleaned out ...sometimes will get cleaned out if the top insists on it but it is more prep time that could be spent fucking and getting off. Also warn the top that even if I do get cleaned out, esp if he is hung and knows what he is doing, something may work its way down anyway no matter how much prep is done. It is perfectly natural and it is a shit hole after all..honestly think some guys expect to find rose petals and rainbows up there...it aint called a shit chute for nothing...fudge packers etc.

Good whores!!! I see most of you like keeping the loads inside their hole, letting them impregnate your body and absorb some males' DNA!

Part II I was furious, terrified and beside myself all at the same time. After I recovered my senses, I immediately found my enema setup and flushed my ass four or five times. I just knew he had been infected with some sort of disease. I was beside myself for a couple weeks. I know my wife noticed, as did my boyfriend. I still sucked him off but wouldn’t let him fuck me until I came to my senses and went to the doctor. A week or so later I was supremely relieved to be presented with a completely clean bill of health. No STD’s, no sign of HIV. Three weeks of Hell due to one moment of weakness. It was another week or so before I finally told my boyfriend what I had done. He surprised me by asking me why I hadn’t videoed it for him. I still felt ashamed and humiliated that I had allowed myself to be used that easily. My sex life slowly resumed to usual. Sex with the wife about once a month then the boyfriend when he got the urge and we could time it. Still, I had him on my mind. His comment just before he fucked me, “I’m here to fuck a white boy. You ready?” That phrase echoed in my head as well as remembering his relentless savaging of my ass and the final indignity of his only asking if I was ready for his third load. I finally gave in. I wanted that third load. I know he had pumped it into me that morning. I found myself wanting him again. It was clearly animal urge, animal sex, his cock, my ass and using me to relieve his sexual urge. He hadn’t asked. He had just shot his first and second load inside me, then casually without caring asked. Even if I had said no, I would have gotten it anyway. Now I found myself wondering. Why was he still haunting my thoughts? In one hour of intended bliss he had turned my life into a blast of combined turmoil but all I could think of time and time again was his cock in my ass and hearing him asking if I wanted that load. I had wanted that load and had I been asked, I would have readily taken the first two, I finally admitted to myself. Worse yet, I wanted the next load from that magnificent black brute. I will admit that, despite great sex from my boyfriend I found myself thinking about what I considered my near rape more and more. Apparently when it came to black cock I was obsessive/compulsive. I even found myself waking with a hard on, from a dream of being fucked by a huge black cock. I remembered his comment, “Let me know if you want to fuck again, you got a sweet ass.” I woke up, sitting in my desk chair and it occurred to me that I might still have his email address. I did and was sweating as I typed out a request for another fuck session if he had time. It took me 24 hours to finally hit ‘enter’. People talk about eternity but it’s all relative as far as I can tell. I generally only have Saturdays to play. I finally got an email back from Darryl as his email read on Friday night. He gave me an address and time to meet him for my next dose of his big black cock. My words, not his. It was about 2 pm when I arrived at his place. I parked on the street and sat for several minutes, questioning my sanity, but butt lust overrode it. I had to get fucked. I finally got out and approached the house. Nice little brick place, well kept. I finally pressed the doorbell and the door opened. It was him. Naked except for gym shorts he was. I noticed the head of his cock peeking out of one leg of them. “White boy wants more black dick?” No question, he knew my weakness in this situation. I wanted HIS black dick and fucked just as he had before. I just nodded. He led me into a bedroom, told me to strip and get on the bed ass up. I stripped quickly and climbed up on the bed and onto the cushion he had positioned for me. It put my ass up in just the right position for him. I was ready. He pulled his shorts off and reached for a bottle of lube. I was glancing over my shoulder, catching a sight of his magnificent cock glistening with the lube with which he was rubbing himself. “Eyes front, boy!” he ordered. I did so and sudden felt the head of his cock against my anus then suddenly in. I gasped at the lack of tact but when his push into my ass didn’t hurt I kept quiet. His balls met mine and he started that slow pull out that I hoped would mean the beginning of my vicious fucking that I had been fantasizing about ever since the event. Sure enough, he thrust back into me and fucked me like he would never get ass again. He surprised me this time by being very vocal telling me that he liked how tight my ass was and asking me if I liked his big black cock fucking me. I moaned back that I was loving his big black cock. He counted off his first load this time and told me he was heading for the next one. I was in a fuck haze when I barely heard him asking me if I loved being fucked by black cocks and was I a black cock whore? I vaguely remember telling him that I was now. He suddenly laughed as he announced that he was about to breed my ass again. He told me he was about to cum in me again and asked me if I like being bred by black cock. In my lusty state I almost screamed that I wanted to black cock from now on and give me that third load. He almost laughed about me getting more than a third load when two other brawny black dudes walked into the room and began strapping me to the bed, bent over since I couldn’t move with his cock in me. I was starting to yell unintelligibly when one of them forced a ball gag in my mouth and fastened it tightly. All I could do was mumble around the gag. What the fuck! What the hell is happening?

At a party a few months ago, everyone was high on booze or pot. All the usual groping stuff was going on. The partygoers had loosened up, taken off their shirts, gave back rubs, etc. The DJ in the middle of the room made intelligent conversation ludicrous. I was pretending to make out with two broads on the floor, while giving this Horny Dude a Back Rub. He had just gotten his Driver’s License the day before, which I thought was kinda cool. I was the only Queer in a sea of Straights, and older than most of the Breeders there, but was definitely getting Vibes from the Kid. He wanted give me a “private” Back Rub in the bathroom. When the door was latched, I initiated the transition from Back Rub to Blow Job. "I'm Straight, Man. Don’t tell anyone about this." Straight or not, he was awesome, perfectly smooth, quarter-sized brown Nips, fat Cock, huge Balls, with a high-school-gym kinda B.O. Five minutes later he looked up and asked, “Wanna fuck me? I'm Straight, so don’t tell any of my Buds." “Yeah, right, whatever.” My Dick was wet and drooling to seed this Baby Boy. I didn't waste any time going at him. He was so stoned that he was a Fuck Freak for the first few minutes. Then he panicked. That just made me Fuck him harder. I wedged him in the corner where the Tile met the Tub, and he was too blasted to push me off. He wanted to scream at me to stop—but didn't dare cause his Buds were right outside the door—so his only choice was Grin and Bear It. Funny thing, despite his protests, he was juicing on getting Fucked. Like most wasted boys, he couldn't hide how hot his little Straight Ass was for Cock. The more he yelped, the more Precum pulsed outta his Boy Dick, the harder I fucked his Ass, the more red Cherry Juice glossed my Cock, the more I intent I got on breeding him. When I finally let him go, my Charged Seed dripping from his Pussy, I held my hand against the bathroom door, trapping him a minute longer, while his Buds pounded on the door. "I'm in you now, Kid," I whispered, grinning, smearing my POZ Cream across his bleeding lip. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/04/converting-18yo-str8-boy-at-party.html

Traded for Drugs His parents split up when Loan was only 16. His mother remarried a few years later and headed off on a month long honeymoon with her new husband who was a wealthy business owner. Logan, now a senior I high school was left on his own since his mother felt he could manage for that time. He went to school and worked out in the week equipped fitness room at their new home I his step father's house. Logan was surprised to get a call from his father, whom he bent heard from I nearly two years when his mother through him out. Logan's father had become addicted to drugs (meth, heroin, ecstasy). With all that had happened, Logan still loved his father and missed him in his life. Logan had no reservations when his fatter asked to meet him. His father wanted to let him know his side of the story between him and his mother. His father swore that he was now clean and sober and had been for months. It was time to make amends, one of the twelve steps. Logan headed out to meet his father where hesitation. He pulled up to a out of the way bar, parked and headed inside. He father was sitting I the back corner and waved to Logan. Logan walked over and joined his father. As Logan walked across the bar the bar ender asked if Logan wanted something to drink. He said yes, a Coke would be fine. Logan sat down as the bartender bought his drink over giving Logan's father a wink. Logan's father began to go on about how wrong he was and that he hoped that some say Logan would forgive him for what he had to do. Logan was a little puzzled with his father's choice in words, he wasn't asking for forgiveness for what he had done, but what he had to do. As Logan sat there puzzled he began to feel strange, he felt like the room was spinning until he passed out. .The bartender commented that Logan should be out could for at least 12 hours. They carried Logan out to his car, put him in the trunk and his father drive off. Logan pulled up to an old house where he pulled into the driveway and into the garage to hide Logan's car. He went inside and was immediately greeted by his dealer. The dealer asked if he had the money he was owed. Logan's father said the be did one better. He gave his dealer the keys to Logan's car and house. He told his dealer that the boy was in the trunk. His dealer had some friend who needed a his boy to rent out and Logan was perfect for their use. He have the boy shipped to Mexico for his friend and with the car and house contents that more than settled what he owed.

Been lurking here for a long time. I finally got the courage to take that next step. Im gonna change a couple of details so that this is fictional now. The truth is much stranger than fiction, sometimes. I had a crush on my neighbor, Eric for months. And I was so sad when I found out from another friend that he was poz. Somehow, he seemed even more attractive since he was "off limits." I would never have thought I might pursue a poz guy. I guess you could say that I kinda got obsessed with him. I'd see him in the community pool. I'd see him go out for a run. I couldn't help but to notice that huge bulge and that tight body. Well, let's move things along. Eric was in his third year of law school. I was going to school part time and working part-time. I started saying hi to him as he would set out for his run. Before I knew it, we were chatting all the time. And I was probably obvious that I liked him; and I could tell by the way he looked at me that he wanted me too. Fast forward a few more months; and we are best of friends and the sexual tension is building. I fantasize about him throughout the day. I cum thinking about him before bed every night; and jack off to him in the morning. I want him. Then, I found this web site when I was searching about sex options with a poz guy. And maybe that didn't help .. or did it? One night, we are drinking and talking and I finally got the courage to tell him I wanted him to fuck me. His response wasn't at all what I expected. In short, he told me that he would prepare a contract for me to sign to make sure that I would not hold him responsible if I got pozzed. That same night, he told me that his health insurance had lapsed because he was too old to be on his parents policy. And because of a paperwork screw up, he has 90 days without coverage. In other words .. not on meds right now. And likely "very detectable" as he put it. Damn .. I was upset but also turned on. I just sorta assumed he would be undetectable. A few days later, I found the contract under my apartment door in a simple brown envelope. I opened it up and saw one of those plastic "sign here" things pointing to the signature line. As I read it, my nervousness unexpectedly began to turn from fear into anticipation. Here's how it read: I, _______________________, affirm to be of sound mind and judgement and do solemnly swear that I will not hold Eric X (last name removed for privacy), hereafter known as "the top", responsible civilly or criminally for the contraction of HIV, or any other disease or ailments that result from my consensual sex with said person. I understand that the top is currently un-medicated and has a high viral load; and that my consensual unprotected anal sex may result in the contraction of HIV. I further agree that the following activities are permissible, as described in the following vernacular language to clarify the terms of this contract: I may get fucked in the ass by the top's big cock. I will let the top shoot poz cum deep inside me. I will not ask the top to stop once my ass is penetrated with his big dick. The top can pound my ass as deep and hard as he desires. I will not try to pull away or prevent his poz cum from filling my ass. I further agree to hold an empty bottle of HIV medication in my mouth as a reminder that an un-medicated poz load will be fucked into my ass. I can not release the bottle of medication from my mouth until the top instructs me to do so. After the top cums in my ass, the bottle of said meds will be placed in my asshole to prevent poz cum from leaking out. Furthermore, the top has my explicit permission to electronically record the aforementioned sexual activities and use for his own purposes. Prior to sexual activities, I will declare, on video, that "I am a whore for poz cock. I want HIV-filled cum fucked into me." I concede that the sexual activities described above may result in personal serious illness or possibly death. By signing below, I am literally signing my life away. I fully consent to being fucked to death by big poz cock. I trembled as I read the contract. And as I read through the contract the second time, my cock became as hard as it ever had. Should I sign the contract?

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I go to a gym that has an affiliation with some local hotel, so we get the occasional out of town businessman coming by for a workout. Or more often they just come to the locker room to get picked up in the steamroom/sauna. One evening it was pretty dead. I was lounging by myself in the sauna (post workout) when in walked a handsome stud I had never before seen. Stocky, Italian-looking guy, furry chest, probably in his 40's. Since I always see the same faces in the locker room, I had this guy pegged as one of those stray business men who was wandering astray. He took a seat across from me, still keeping his towel tightly fastened around his waist. I nodded a brief "hello" and went back to my 'relaxation'. I decided to let things unfold naturally. I sat quietly, with my eyes closed and my legs spread. No towel on. I'd let him get a show, and then sneak a peek at what he was doing. Hopefully he'd take an interest in me and I could get some Italian sausage. Sure enough, after five or so minutes I caught him blatantly staring at my junk. So I casually reached down and scratched myself a bit... and tugged a little. Fingered my balls. All stuff that could pass for a guy wiping sweat or 'readjusting' in the sauna heat. I saw him furtively adjusting himself in his towel. So I went further. I deliberately start slow-stroking my cock while staring at him. He met my eyes, his towel opened and fell away, revealing a beautiful, uncut piece of meat. He was definitely aroused and interested Fortunately we were still the only two in the sauna. I stand up and stretch, my cock sticking rigidly out from my body, while I walk over to where he's sitting. I stood there, right in front of him, basically daring him to make the next move. Which he did: he reached out and gently took hold of my dick. At that time I saw his wedding ring. At that point I knew I would get-off with him. I kept a lookout of the small sauna window while Mr. Italian fondled me for awhile. Then before I know it, he popped my cock in to his mouth and was sucking away, right there in the sauna! While I was no stranger to having sex at the gym, I was a bit surprised he went there first. Additionally, normally I am the cocksucker, but I let him go at it for a several minutes, and then told him to switch places with me. His cock was fantastic: bigger than mine and uncut, with a heavy, loose hood of foreskin. I worked him for all I was worth and he moaned softly in appreciation, but just as I was getting into it, he pushes me away abruptly and says, "Someone's coming!" We just have enough time to get seated and covered when "the creeper" came in. It was an older guy who is ALWAYS hanging out in the locker room hoping to either get or witness some action. Regretfully, I have actually played in the sauna when he was in there also. He's watched me suck and get fucked, but I just know Mr. Italian won't be into this guy hanging around. The Creeper settles in for what he thinks will be a good show, and Mr.Italian heads for the showers shortly thereafter. I waited a couple minutes then followed. We both soap up (a lot) and kind of show that we are still interested in each other. But Creeper wouldn't leave, so I gave Mr. Italian my best "follow me" look and head to my locker, which he did. At my locker I whispered to him that I really want to finish what we started, maybe even taking his cock up my ass and ask if we could head to his hotel. "How do you know I'm staying at a hotel?" he asked. "Because I know the gym has a deal, and you have "out of towner" written all over you." He agreed to meet me outside the gym in ten minutes. We dressed, and each casually make our way to the gym exit. I gave him space so as not to look like I was following him. Want to keep discrete, you know? But we met outside the gym and walked together to his hotel, some three blocks distant. Once in his room, all pretense was dropped. We tore off our clothing and sexually attacked each other. We made out and took turns sucking each other's cock. I was thinking that all I would get is a '69' and maybe a load, but then he dove down to my asshole and started rimming, which gave me hope he would breed me with his Italian stallion cock. But he just pushed me onto my shoulderblades and kept going from my ass to my cock. Back and forth, just slobbering and spitting over both. Who was I to argue with that kind of treatment? Then suddenly, he spat in his hand, rubs it on his asscrack, spats some more on my cock, and straddled my groin. "Dude, what are you doing?" I said. He positioned my cockhead at his hairy butthole, and proceeded to squat down on me. Now, I'm not huge (a real life 6.5" -- online 7+) but I am rather thick. Much thicker than average and I have a big ol' mushroom head on me. And damn if Mr. Italian wasn't having a devil of a time trying to wedge my cock into his tight little pucker. "Man, I don't know if we should.... you sure about this?" I asked. He was lost in the moment, desperately trying to get me inside him. The man needed cock-- again, who was I to say no? Finally there was intense pressure and then a "pop"... and my cockhead was inside him. All he could say was, "Holy FUCK that hurt! Hurt so damn good!" And then he slid the rest of the way down my shaft until I was balls deep. He started rocking back and forth and slowly bouncing up and down on my dick. This obviously wasn't his first time at the rodeo, and he was doing a fine job. His ass was like a vise and was hot as hell and I knew my dick wasn't going to last long in there. As his ass adjusted to my thickness, he is able to slide more freely and he starts working my hole shaft with his asshole. Up and down, slamming to the hilt, then sliding nearly off of me only to impale himself again. And again. And again. His beautiful cock was rock hard and thwapping against my stomach, leaving trails of precum in my belly hair. The man was in heaven riding my dick and he sure as shit looks beautiful doing it. "Man, I'm getting close."* I warned him. "If you keep fucking yourself with my cock like this, you're gonna make me cum." He just closed his eyes and kept riding me. "Dude, I'm really close-- i'm not gonna be able to hold back much longer!" He just kept riding me, but now harder and faster. "You want me to cum in you or to pull out? Cuz I'm so close! What do you want?" "Fucking cum in my ass, man!" he said forcefully. And so I did. I grabbed his hips hard, held him down on my cock and launched my swimmers into his guts. Hard. "Fuck yeah, I can feel your cock cumming!" he says, while he starts furiously jacking his cock. And I knew his tight ass WAS feeling me cum; because I really cum. A lot. More than one guy has been impressed with the way I shoot. His pucker was twitching tightly and milking my cock while he fisted his meat. Seconds later he blew-- a nice, thick load of Italian baby batter all over my chest. Naturally I scooped it all up and took turns feeding it to myself and to him. After our orgasms subsided, he gingerly pulls off my still semi-hard dick. When my head pops out he grimaced and said, "Ouch! Damn that hurt. I'm gonna be feeling THAT tomorrow!" While we cleaned up we made small talk. He was in town for a conference. Yes he was married. Two kids, both boys in high school. I told him he sure seems to know what he's doing with guys and asked if he gets much action on the road. "Some. It all depends on the guy. I get a lot of random blowjobs. And, um... normally I don't let a guy fuck me... like that," he says a bit sheepishly. "I guess I was just really horny tonight and couldn't stop myself. Thanks." "It's all good," I told him. "We all get that way now and again." He dressed to go out to dinner and followed me to the lobby where we parted ways. Of course what I didn't tell him was that I was POZ and I saw the blood left on the white hotel towels when we cleaned up. And that I sincerely hoped he liked the three-days worth of toxic jizz with which I just impregnated him that he was gonna let slowly seep into his guts all through his business dinner.

I literally feel like i was born to have sex and breed and be bred. Does anyone else feel the same.... started yng and never looked back?

Making My New Son * * * * * I dreamed this last night and had to get it down. I thought it was so hot, I actual shot a load in bed. I am still working on the final part of War Brothers, but wanted to get this done before I forgot it. * * * * * "Come on guys grab the fucker and hold him down. He's a strong fucker." I bellow out as the man I have selected to become my new son struggles to get free. My selections name is Aaron Blackman and he is the quarterback at the local high school. Since I am the assistant football coach at the school it was easy to stalk him. I have admired him not only on the field, but in the locker-room. He has a magnificent body and a cock and set of balls that would make a bull blush. I knew I had to have him the first time I saw his low hanging nuts swinging between his naked hairy legs. I knew what I wanted, but it wasn't easy finding it that is why when I saw Aaron I knew he was the one… well actually my cock knew before I did, but still. While Aaron may have been a young physical master piece with gorgeous blue eyes, he was academically dumb as a stump which was ok since I wasn't interested in his mind. Any way I knew this buck wasn't going to go down without a fight. Even with the four of us he was almost more than we could handle. But, finally we got the cuffs on his wrists and the ties around his ankles. We took a rest and enjoyed watching my beautiful new son struggle and try to break free. I considered drugging him, putting him out. But that wouldn't provide the experience that I wanted and I wanted him to have. Instead he would be drugged with Tina to help bring out his inner whore. That is the nice thing about Tina. Every man has an inner whore even when he keeps it under lock and key, but Tina can find it and help bring it out. Even this stud. After resting for a bit, we picked him up and carried him inside. Now we know he was going to scream, but as we were out in the middle of nowhere we are not concerned about him attracting attention, but it looked like it might rain and we didn't want him getting wet - at least not by rain. Once inside we placed him on a large rubber mat on the floor, unhooked his wrists and stretched them out to his left and right, re-attaching this wrists to loops in the concrete floor. Of course he tried to free himself, but with the four of us there to control him, and his legs still bound, we were more than a match for him. Once we had his arms secured we did the same with his feet, securing each one to a steel ring embedded in the floor. He was now spread out wide and certainly not going any where. Naturally he was also screaming, calling us names and threatening to kill us when he got free, but, that is to be expected and soon his tune would soon change. Then we cut his clothing off of him. Part of me was sorry we had to do this, as his clothing was very high end and quite nice, but it was part of his training. As we cut off each article of his clothing we showed it to him, and tossed it in a drum in which a fire was burning. "Why the fuck did you do that, those clothes were brand new and cost $400. You fuckers." Aaron screamed. "Oh, look guys. This stupid whore, who is about to be raped and turned in to our pet whore, is worried about his fucking clothes! Stupid fucker" I laughed loudly. The other guys joined in laughing. It took Aaron a minute for his brain to register what I had just said. His eyes grew wide and then he began to thrash about, trying to get away. "No - please don't rape me. Please I'm straight. I like girls. Please don't. I am so sorry. Come on guys I want to have kids, a family!" Aaron pleaded. "Oh, baby I've been looking for a stud like you for ages. You're going to become my son. You will love me. You will love your brothers, also. You will encourage us to use your body. You will take our cocks, cum, piss - and you will beg for it. You will be an obedient boy, and in return you will want for nothing" I said as we began to strip off our clothing. "NOOOOOO!!!!" Aaron screamed, but he also began to look over our bodies, one guy after the next. "What… What… are those scars?" Aaron asked in a shaky, but still angry voice. "Oh, you see all of these are my boys and all of them have been where you are now. They all started hot straight studs. Those scars are a sign of my personal adoption process. Well, that and…" I trailed off. "My god, that's unreal," Aaron said. "Aaron I want to be honest with you son" I started to say. "I am not your fucking son you sick faggot pervert and you are not my dad… fucker!" Aaron screamed. "As I was saying, you will not leave this place as you are. When you leave here you will be my son, I will be your new father, and these boys your new brothers. All of my boys here were once pussy-fucking straight boys, but, now they are full fledged homos. You will not leave here neg, either" I said. "You were all straight?" Aaron asked in disbelief. "Yep" my sons replied in unison. "Wait. Neg? What do you mean by neg?" Aaron asked. "You will not only be trained to love cock, cum, and piss, you will learn to love the feel of the male body as well as all of its flavors and treasures. Each of us is going to give you our baby or AIDS baby. As part of your adoption process to become a member of our family, you will be given HIV from each of us. You will from then on carry a part of us inside of you for however long you live. To put it another way, we are going to impregnate you with our AIDS babies" I explained. Aaron resumed screaming and thrashing, but to no end. It was pointless. He couldn't free himself - unless, of course, he chewed off his arms and legs. I pulled a small bag out of my pants' pocket. In the bag were several shards of crystal meth. I picked a nice large one, closed-up the bag and tucked it back in my pants' pocket. Walking between Aarons' legs and kneeling down, I looked him in the eyes. Seeing the panic in those eyes, I reached down and pressed the shard of crystal meth up into his asshole. I could feel him tighten his hole, hoping to keep me out, but I just pressed harder, until finally the pain caused him to flinch and in the meth popped. I made sure to push it in as deeply as I could, then stood-up, and smiled down at him. "Let's give him ten minutes and then we can start the party" I said to my sons. "What… What was that?" Aaron asked, his young, firm studly, body shaking. "That was hard drugs, baby. Tina. A booty bump. Crystal meth. It's going to help free your inner cock whore. It's will help you sail in to the wonderful world of faggot AIDS whore. It will help you become my son." I said, still smiling. I could see Aaron working his ass muscles, trying to push it out, but it was in too deep, and because of its crystalline texture wasn't moving. Finally he gave-up and started to sob. We stood around, stroking our cocks and saying dirty, nasty things about the boy on the floor. Out of curiosity I reached down, picked-up his wallet and looked in side. There were fifty dollars, and condom which naturally I threw in the fire drum. "You won't be needing that any more" I said. His wallet also contained his drivers' license, school ID card, a picture of (I suppose to be) his parents and two younger brothers. I put everything but his driver's license back in to his wallet. Well, that and the condom which, I'm sure, was completely consumed by this time. I looked at his driver's license and noticed he turned 18 three days ago. I put the wallet down so that when everything is done I could return it to him. We are here to rape him. To turn in to a faggot. To make him my son and give him our AIDS babies - not rob him. I could see that he was growing more hyper. His eyes were darting around, his breathing quicker. I reached down and felt his chest: it was defiantly hot. I knew the Tina was working. Taking hold of his beautiful cock, I gave it a couple of strokes. His body tensed-up and he groaned. "No, no, no. Don't, don't, don’t" He babbled. "Ok, we can begin. Mark and John - bring in the boys." I said to two of my sons. They in turn headed out the back door, returning holding the nine Doberman pinschers on leashes. A Aaron stared at the dogs. Kneeling by his head I said "Don't worry. This will almost certainly hurt like fuck at first, but then you will feel pleasure like you never thought possible, certainly much more pleasure than any woman's cunt could afford. Oh, and don't worry. The dogs may hurt you, but they have been well trained and will only go so far. Go ahead. Panic and scream, if you like. But, when you feel that pleasure of which I've told you, I want you to sing out with joy. Sing for me, son" I said and then stood-up, everyone moving away from Aaron. "Boys, TEAR!" I said. Mark and John released the leashes. The dogs rushed to Aaron and started nipping his body all over, his neck, head, face, groin and ass crack excepted. We stood by and watched, as Aaron screamed out in pain, the dogs nipping and pulling on his skin, causing small bloody wounds all over his body. I moved in between Aaron's legs and released them, positioned them on my shoulders, aligned my hard cock with his hole and slammed into him. He screamed even a bit louder as I raped his virginal hole, and the dogs worried his body. The wounds the dogs were causing were not deep. They would leave scars just as they did for my other boys. They would bleed and hurt a bit, at least until Aaron was utterly distracted my cock and the Tina booty bump. I slammed in and out of Aaron's hole. I could feel it tear and bleed. As I continued to rape my new boy, my older sons formed a circle around Aaron and begin to jack their cocks. After about 15 minutes, per their training, the dogs moved away from Aaron and lay down. I looked over and saw their dog cocks were rigid: they always got horny tearing into my new sons. Guess the dogs got off on the scene as much as my sons and I did. One by one my boys blew their loads, spraying their AIDS come on to Aaron's body, covering the bloody wounds with their poison seed. Once each had shot his load onto Aaron, they all knelt down and started to rub the cum into his wounds. Aaron was shaking hard: his mouth was moving but nothing was coming out. His cock was rock hard and dripping precum. The pain was apparently turning to pleasure, particularly when my cock hit his prostate. Of course the Tina continued to course through his body. My boy's 'inner faggot whore' was coming out. Soon he would loose control and truly become my son; a new member of the family born complete with a new crop of HIV to further the mission. I picked up my pace and really started slamming into his guts. He began to babble quite vocally: the Tina was in full effect and to make sure that Aaron was flying high John placed a bottle of poppers under Aaron's nostril. Inhaling the fumes, Aaron moaned out loudly and deeply, his muscled stud body beginning to shake and tremble. "F…F…Fu…FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH GOD PLEASE FUCK ME!" Aaron wailed. I smiled down at my boy, my son and admiring his wounds, the blood and cum coating his young firm body. I could feel my nuts boiling, and knew I would soon shoot into his guts. Sure enough, a few deep hard thrusts later I blew, sending my poz cum deep in to his ass. I pulled out and stood, admiring my blood-shit-mucus coated cock. John stepped in behind me and slammed into Aaron's hole. "Oh, fuck bro, your hole is some beautiful, so warm, so wet, so perfect" John whispered to his new brother. Soon John shuddered and pumped another load of poz cum into Aaron. "Oh, fuck me fuck me bro. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me" Aaron begged over and over as he lost control. His mind on fire, the pain turning to pleasure, the cock in his ass the source of bliss, not pain. His mind broke and crumbled as Aaron's inner whore was set free and took control over the hot jock. I watched with great pleasure as Aaron's body went rigid, his cock swelling ever harder, spurting forth cum like a lawn sprinkler. "Oh, god whore me, whore my faggot ass, whore me, whore me, whore me. Give me your AIDS babies; please give me your cum!" Aaron bellowed as his nuts unloaded a second and then a third time. Over the next five minutes Aaron had four orgasms. By the time he came down off the last orgasm he was utterly incoherent. Over the next two days we gang fucked Aaron. We kept his wounds bleeding and we kept coating his body with our poz cum. We knew he would almost certainly convert. We knew our new family member would soon be one of us, would soon be carrying our AIDS babies inside of his body for the rest of his life, combining with his own DNA to make a new strain of baby, one that he would one day pass onto a new brother, a new family member. To his credit, Aaron begged for our cocks and cum the entire time. Of course we kept him drugged on Tina and poppers to keep his mind broken and in faggot whore mode. By the time the two days were over, Aaron's body was covered in a thick layer of AIDS Cum and blood. We left him to clean ourselves. When we came back he was sound asleep. We have watched and knew that during those two days Aaron had cum over four dozen times, his own nuts long ago drained half, so most of his orgasms were dry and intense, his nuts trying so hard to shoot something - anything, no no avail. Now we would just have to wait and see if he had become the faggot whore we wanted or if he would need another session - in a week or so. We waited, lovingly looking after him, our brother and son. As soon as he was strong enough I offered him my cock. He looked at it, looked at me. Our eyes locked as he opened his mouth, sucking me down his throat. He worked my cock and I could tell he was desperate for my seed. I quickly gave it too him. He greedily swallows it. As he cleaned my cock I made an offer to him: "Aaron honey, are you up for some cock in your pussy? Some of the boys haven't had a chance to get off inside of you yet. They were here for your adoption, but didn't get a chance to breed you. Can you take care of them for me? There are nine of them." He looked at me, lust in his eyes. "You want me to do the dogs don't you? Please tell me you want me to do the dogs" Aaron pleaded. "Sure, baby. I want you to take care of the dogs. All nine of them. After all, they helped make you a whore and now they want to feed you their doggy sperm. Want it?" I asked. "Oh, god yes. I want cock Dad. Lots of cock." I brought the dogs in on leashes, locked the doors to the room, and released Aaron from the floor. Instead of trying to make a run for it, he crawled over to the group of dogs, presenting his pussy to them. One by one they mounted him and bred him. As the first dog's knot swelled, sealing his cunt Aaron shuddered, spewing a load of clear juice onto the floor under himself. By the time the ninth dog was done Aaron's hole had dog sperm shooting out of it like a waterfall in Yosemite, with a large puddle of clear juice under his body, a puddle the dogs had induced him to shoot. I decided then that it was time for the ultimate test. I unlocked the doors, throwing a pile of clothing at Aaron. He dressed and walked over to the exit. "Why don't you want me any more? Did I do something wrong?" Aaron asked looking at the door and then back at me. "No baby, you did nothing wrong. I want you forever. You’re my son. A member of my family now and forever, but, now you have to choose. Do you stay or go. The choice is yours" I said. Aaron opened the door and walked out. I waited, but he didn't come back. Looking out the door I could see him running down the road. I sat down and waited for the cops. Three hours later I hear a car coming up the road. I went outside to see Aaron pulling up in his car. He got out, he retrieved a suite case from the trunk. "I told my parents I was moving out. I… couldn't tell them it was because I was going to be a faggot whore. I told them I had joined the army. In a few months I want you to send a letter telling them I was killed. You are my father now, they are my brothers" Aaron said, pointing to my other boys standing in the doorway of barn. "That is, if you still want me" Aaron asked, his voice trailing off. I walked over to him, wrapped my arms around him and kissed him with love and passion. Aaron was with us for about three months when he got very sick. He wss weak, throwing up, muscle aches and a high fever. He asked me to take him to the doctor, but I knew what the malady was, as did his brothers. I sat down on the bed next to him, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a damp towel. "There is no need for you to see a doctor, son. What this means is that our AIDS baby is growing inside of your body. You adoption is complete; you are one of us in body, mind and soul. You have the fuck flu, which is the sign your body has been infected with with HIV. Now your body will start combining our babies with your DNA making a new strain of babies. That strain you will one day pass onto a new brother, but, for now just rest. We will take care of you" I said as I kissed my pregnant son on the forehead. Tears of joy swelled-up in Aaron's eyes. He whispered into my ear that he needed cock; I smiled at him, pulled the covers from his sweat-soaked, aching body. His brothers and I made love to his sick, weak, aching body. Aaron moaned out in bliss, groaning in his weakness and sickness, but he still managed to hump and pump, bringing us off inside of his feverish body. We made love to him every night from then on. Aaron turned out to be a very talented whore. He not only likes male, he lives it, craves it and is always willing to pleasure it, human or animal. On his first anniversary of becoming my son, we wrote a letter to his parents. At first Aaron assumed we would tell his family he had been killed in combat. He was surprised when we told them the truth, that he had become a faggot whore, and was infected with HIV. How much he loved cock and even having sex with animals. How he knows his choice was right and how liberating. That he was finally free to be the male God made him to be, and how enjoyable sex is without condoms or worrying about AIDS. The letter continues, explaining about his pregnancy and how he has given them their first grandchild. It explained to them how the whole male-to-male HIV-to-HIV pregnancy thing comes about, and how he enjoyed being pregnant. He smiled at me, knowing the tone of the letter was correct. He signed it, and selected a few photographs of his sexual sexual activities to include in the envelope. He chose one depicting his body covered with bloody cum covered sores from his adoption. One where he was on his hands and knees, a a large Doberman pinscher hung up in his cunt. Another showing what I knew to be dog cum running from his stretched-out, gaping pussy. Another showed him him sucking off his brothers and finally one of him drinking piss sprayed fresh from his own cock as he lay on his back, glistening in golden showers. A wicked smile crossed his face as he chose the last picture. He wouldn't let me see it, but wrote on it with a black marker, and then handed it to me with a smile. I take the photo from him and look at it, then at him and then smile and lean over and kiss him. It is a photograph of a load of his cum that we taken a few days before. Written in one corner was the inscription "Your AIDS grandchild, one year old. With love, your grandson."

I love reading stories here about getting loads of Raw Poz Cum, but I suspect like many others fantasy and reality are two very different things. When I go to the Bathhouse I see some guys lying face down in a room with the door open waiting to take the load of anyone that walks past, but not me. Part of me judges them and part of me wishes I was them. My favourite part of the Bathhouse is the steam room. I love the heat, the darkness the envelops me, the shadows and I love watching others making moves on guys and sometimes you will see the bareback fuck and I usually can't help myself and will start calling out "Yeah Breed that Bitch", but again I hardly ever participate, but I always fantasise. Recently I had some time off work and went in and as usual I headed to the steam room and sat down. I had a new bottle of poppers and there were several guys in there. A couple of the guys had wasted looks on their faces, which I knew meant one thing and that alternatively scared and made me hard all at the same time. What people don't tell you about Bath houses is how much time you wait around and nothing happens. It happened this day two weeks ago. Nothing happened. So you have 8-10 guys just sitting in a steam room all horny and no one doing anything but pretending they are there just to soak up the heat. As I said ,I had a new bottle of poppers and when I took a hit,it felt so good and I stood up and went to an attractive guy opposite me and leant over him and started sucking his fat uncut cock. I knew he was happy when he started moaning in pleasure and pushed my head onto his uncut penis. Behind me I suddenly felt a warm mouth on my ass and I opened up willingly to let the guy behind me probe further into me. Next to me a small crowd had gathered to watch and I grabbed the nearest guys dick and started pulling hard. It then happened all so quickly. I suddenly felt the guy behind me move his tounge from my ass and I thought he was started to put a finger inside me and then two, but with mounting panic I realised it was his dick. I wanted to stop, I wanted to say no, but at that moment he fed me some of my poppers under my nose and instead of getting off I leant back into him. It was then I realised he was one the thin wasted guys I had noticed. I panicked and started to move away but I was impaled on him . I knew who it was behind me, it was one of the guys who had that look. I should have fought him off. I should have got off, but instead I was sucking one guy's dick while having another one up my butt. The pacing became quicker. I could feel the thin guy pushing fast and hard and it felt so good, but the other part of me wanted to yell stop. Suddenly he stopped and I felt a small amount of heat inside of me. I felt so good, Like I was one with everything and sickened all at the same time. Before I had time to think another it another shadow had replaced this guy and again it began but with less resistance than last time. After getting pumped with 4 loads of cum, I had a shower and started to think about leaving. I tried to rationalise with myself. You don't know, you have no idea what this guy's status is but I knew I knew what his status was .I felt it inside of me and what pissed me even more than that was I wanted more I wanted a lot more.

I know it's a ways away, but never too early to start planning. I'm going to IML this year for the first time. I'm looking for a hot young cumdump to go with me. I'll pay all your travel expenses... you just have to take as many loads as possible all weekend. I love whoring out young slutty cumdump bottom boys. So, if you love getting your hole flooded by a group of random guys, hit me up and let's make some plans.

Have a room at the host hotel and will be hosting all tops to dump their seed in me on Thursday night May 21st. Will be posting a party ad on BBRTS. Who wants to donate their seed?

So its been one of my fantasies to be fucked while im unconscious/ sleeping and wake up with a sore ass full of cum. Set up a camera and record the whole thing and watch it afterwards. Am I the only one who wants this to happen.

Part 3: Closer Sorry it's been a while on the update here. Eric had finals last week. And then things started getting very interesting. Needless to say, I signed the contract last week, and I added a note to it "sorry for cumming on it" after I signed it. I slid it underneath his door and anxiously awaited. A few days later, I received a package in the mail. The return address was left blank. I wasn't sure what to expect. As I opened it up, it was obvious who it came from. It was a white cock-shaped dildo. I'd guess around 8 inches in length and somewhat thick. And, at the base of the dildo cock in magic marker, the handwritten word "POZ" appeared. A bottle of KY was included in the package. And a note. It took me a few moments to process what I was looking at. I definitely wasn't expecting this. The note read "Use this dildo to practice taking poz cock. Mine is longer and thicker, but this will be good practice. While you fuck yourself with this dildo, remind yourself that you are being fucked by a poz cock. Text me a picture of it inside your ass so I know you are still serious. And I will give it to you soon." I didn't waste any time at all. I never used a dildo on myself before. It just felt weird. I applied lots of lube to my hole and the dildo and started forcing it into me. I paused for a moment as I noticed the "POZ" lettering at the base. And then I did as instructed. I imagined being fucked by Eric's poz cock. I could have cum in a few seconds, but then remembered I had to take a picture. I was only able to get the tip of the dildo near my hole as I took the picture. I made sure that the POZ lettering was clearly legible. I wanted him to see the evidence of my willingness to take his cock. After snapping the pic, I worked the dildo inside of me and imagined the pozzing that awaited me. Within a few minutes, I shot my load all over my stomach and chest. Even though I just came, I was still turned out which was rare for me. I texted Eric the picture and texted a few words with the pic. "I want ur poz cock in me so fucking bad!" And then I waited for what seemed to be an eternity. It took Eric a day reply to my text. I've never been so eager for a hookup. What was this spell he had over me? I didn't care. I wanted him. And that's all that mattered. His response once again wasn't what I expected. It read "My viral load is very high. One fuck should do the trick."

Yesterday one of my regulars invited me over. This guy is special because he always has a surprise for me and is one of the few guys I know who can pull threesomes and foursomes together at the drop of a hat! So I'm there on his couch on all fours getting dicked down by him when the doorbell rings. I know the drill so I just stay there and wait. Another dude comes in, strips, and makes me suck his dick. My friend, who is versatile, gets fucked by the new guy and the guy cums in him and immediately leaves. My friend resumes fucking me and shoots his load. By this time I am horned up, and I push him down on the sofa and fuck him. (I love sloppy seconds). He in turns gets horny again, pushes the cum of the last guy out of his ass, lubes his own dick and fucks me. When he shoots, he says now you have two more loads pig. I then leave. I don't know who's the bigger pig - me or him! Today a 30 year old bi guy hits me up on the chat lines. I was thinking this is probably not going to work out. But in the end he comes over. I suck him to full hardness. He looks at my ass and says wow, I've never had an ass this big and round. He then proceeds to fuck me in four different positions. I told him that I was ready for his seed and I wanted it inside. He then starts piledriving my ass and drops a massive load inside. I push a bit out for confirmation. He showers and then I drop him off at the train station. I told him whenever the other guys on the chat line are flaking out, just stop by and knock me up.

I seem to recall reading some report offering the opinion that low self esteem was a factor in bareback sex choices but there are an vast range of influences that affect the decision, and it isn't limited to bottoms. One could ask are climbers with low self-esteem more likely to engage in risky climbs? One could equally ask would someone with low self esteem risk the disapproval of their peers and clinic doctors by engaging in bareback sex? Generalisations tend to be employed by people to prove a particular viewpoint but that doesn't make them right or wrong, only believed by those who share the belief. It's a way to rationalise a behaviour but it's pretty much never that simple.

Another similar blog : Gay Sex Positions Guide There are almost too many (perhaps even made up) but it's fun to look at. Reverse soarin eagle sounds hot!

Would bet most young gays are seduced by older men at least once.

Been getting cock & cum pretty regular the last couple weeks... Met up with a couple of "daddys" last night, visiting from Maine. it was fun and the younger of the two, gave me a load after about an hour of sucking & fucking... On my drive home, I was thinking, "I really do like younger "boys" seeding me. Last week I had a 36yo who's becoming a regular and another cute beary guy who's been chatting with me for six months. I got seeded nicely from both. But I was craving more this afternoon while on the beach...and all the sites were dead. I went to one of the bathouses. Got bred quickly, right away from an older black guy in the sauna. Then it wasn't too busy so I went on to Grindr and see a 23yo TOP less than 50 feet away. He's cute, 6'. I cruise around and spot him. we stop and make out a bit and go back to his room... its not long before he's got me riding his HARD 23yo COCK, for like 20 mins with him pushing me down on it and thrusting up into me... I can help it and with him thrusting and grinding I shoot. but tell him I'm not leaving til I get his seed. He flips me around doggy style and fucks me relentlessly for 5 mins and shoots deep... Must be a big load as it dripping out.. I take a break and see him walking around. Hey, the 2 of us are the hottest ones there. we go to my room for a repeat... and another 15-20 mins has him shooting load 2. I'm keeping them in. And messaged him that I want a repeat. Meanwhile, the 36 yo from last week is texting me to get together when he's back (he's a flight attendant) DAMN, my energy is good.

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Someone else said it on here, but chia seeds work great. They sell them at Trader Joe's and any heath store. If you don't want to eat them daily, eat them the night before. The next day easy to clean. I eat them daily. Cleaning up when bottoming is a lot faster and I stay clean a lot longer.

After Adam, it was a while before I barebacked again. I had sex with Aaron again over Christmas, but other than that I really wasn't messing around with guys much. I was working really hard and my firm is the kind where I can work late (past 8pm) and they provide dinner and you get a car to take you home. That seemed so much easier than any other way of working and I needed to keep my billing hours up. Basically, this is why I wasn't fucking around much. One day, I went home at 8pm because I wanted to jack off and then work in my underwear with the tv on. I would feel more relaxed. I also popped on AOL and a4a, no grindr yet, and was chatting with guys while I worked. Both my profiles were very clear, SAFE SEX ONLY. I found this really great guy, John, and he was one of those guys that gets me to open up easily and he was also hot. He was shorter than me, 5'11" and had a baseball player's build - big arms and shoulders and strong legs with a tapered waist and tight stomach (no abs showing like me, but I was just thinner). We had a good time chatting while I worked. I worked like this at night a few nights a week over a period of a few months and I'd regularly chat with John. John was a great guy, living in the suburbs about an hour away, and I was never sure that I'd meet him. I learned that he was kind of slutty, which I liked. He dated a lot of guys, but was never finding someone he really wanted to date long term. His parents and friends were cool with him being gay and he still lived at home, which was a nice suburban house with a hot tub and pool, nice backyard, deck. I told him about Will and Aaron. I told him that I was mostly a bottom, but was working a lot and not doing much with guys. We talked about music, movies, etc. and had a really good time chatting. It was easy. One night we chatted about bareback and safe sex. I admitted that I had fucked bareback with a few guys. He responded by saying that my profile said safe sex only and I said, I really want to use condoms, but I can get carried away. He said, he'd done it with and without condoms. I asked how he made is decision about condom use and he said he could always tell when a bottom was slutty enough to fuck without condoms. I asked how and he said sometimes by how they act or what they say, but usually how they act and what they say when they are naked. He said the key was whether or not the bottom specifically mentioned a condom once they were about to fuck. He asked how I decided and I told him it was usually spur of the moment and I didn't think about it. But, I did say with Will it was an active decision. He said he understood and we chatted about other things after that. Later that week, John invited me to a bbq he was having. His parents would be out of town and he was having a bunch of guys over to hang out, drink, smoke a little, and that I should definitely come. I was nervous about meeting him in person. What if he didn't like me once we met? What if his friends thought I was ugly? What if...What if...etc??? These are all things I thought and never said to John. Instead, I said what do your friends know about me and he said that you are hot, tall, smart, and a good guy. I asked if they knew what I'd told him about getting barebacked. He said, "No way. That is our secret." I told him I'd decide that weekend based on my workload but I really wanted to meet him and he said he hoped I'd come. The Party That Changed Everything I decided to go to the party. I thought it would be great to make some new gay friends since I still didn't really have a "core" group to hang out with regularly. I was also really excited to meet John. I didn't know if we'd date, have sex or just be good friends, but I really wanted one or more of them to happen. I was also nervous because I was worried he wouldn't like me, etc. It was really warm out, so I wore a tight polo shirt and shorts that showed off my ass. I also brought a small trunk bathing suit with the "football pants" ties in the front and a tank top in case we swam. John had also said I could stay over if I was took drunk to drive home. So I brought another shirt too. (I am kind of a clothes fanatic. I like to look good.) I got there and I was really nervous. I waited outside for a minute in my car thinking I would just leave. Instead, I saw some hot guys going in and I decided to get out of my car. I rang the bell and John opened the door. God he was fucking gorgeous.....he looked exactly like I'd always hoped he would - the high school baseball star, but aged 27. He was excited to see me and gave me a huge hug. I was so relieved. He took me out to the deck where guys were chatting and hanging out, swimming, drinking, etc. It was like everyone knew each other. John said they all knew each other from dating, the suburban bars, high school, etc. Every guy was bi or gay. So many hot guys. John could see I was nervous and a bit out of place. He took my hand and said, "You are so hot. I'm so glad you came. Let's get a drink and I'll introduce you to people." We got vodka lemonades, I made mine strong to calm my nerves. He introduced me around and by the time we got back around to the drinks, his two best friends were in the kitchen. He left me with them and I had a couple more drinks with them. Greg and Andy, the best friends, and I decided to go swimming because we were drinking too fast. They already had their suits on and I said I needed to change and Greg said, "Just go naked." We all laughed. I went to the bathroom and slipped out of my clothes and into my suit. I came out and the guys in the kitchen stared. Greg sad, "I could tell you had a great body, but damn John can pick the hotties." I blushed and a few guys said they liked my suit. We went out to swim. It was fun. We laughed and played around and eventually Andy and I were in these floating chairs. Greg or one of the other guys brought us drinks when they refilled. It was an easy day. I was getting a little drunk and the food was ready. We went inside and a few guys were standing around chatting and eating. One of the guys was telling a story about a really slutty hookup of his that he met at the bar last weekend. Brief story, the storyteller who was totally hot - short, tan, ripped body and a good solid face - said he met this dude, they danced, and then went to the parking lot and instead of leaving, the guy let him fuck him right there. The storyteller ended by saying he was such a slut, he begged me to cum inside him. One of the guys said, "Did you?" The storyteller said yes. I was getting a bit hard, but hidden behind the breakfast bar, my increasingly hard cock was hidden from view. John appeared next to me just as the conversation became one of safe versus bareback sex. Most of the guys said they only did safe sex. The storyteller called out one guy he'd fucked bareback and the guy blushed and agreed he had no always used condoms. Greg and Andy and John all said that bareback sex was hot, but they usually did it with condoms. Everyone seemed to look at me at one point and I said, I always use condoms. I was so embarrassed that I'd had to say anything. John put his hand on my ass and squeezed. I looked at him and he winked. After that, the party broke up into groups again. People swimming, drinking, the music got louder. I was hanging out with Greg and Andy and John. Greg got his pipe and we smoked some pot in the back yard while sitting in some awesome patio chairs. I was high and kinda drunk by now. Greg was generous with his stuff. He was really nice. I was now only in my tank top and swimsuit. Greg brought the conversation to tops and bottoms. Greg and Andy were versatile and had fucked each other a few times. John was almost always a top, but had tried bottoming. I admitted I was almost always the one getting fucked. Then Greg, who I guess was the aggressive one of the friends, brought the conversation back around to the bareback discussion. Under some pressure from the guys, I admitted that guys had fucked me bareback. Greg was interested and asked me details. I shared as we smoked some more. John was smiling and said, "I was keeping your secrets, but get you a little drunk and high and you open up so easy." We all laughed. At this point, it was getting dark and the party was breaking up. Some guys had other stuff to do and still another larger group had planned to go out to the bars after John's party and John let them all get changed in his house. It was now down to Greg, Andy, John and myself. John said, "We have a ton of booze left, let's get drunk and everyone can stay over." I agreed. We helped John clean up and hung out on the deck drinking and talking. I was getting cold so John told me to come upstairs and he'd try to find something to fit me (I'm 6'2". He's 5'11". Might be a challenge.) We went upstairs and we quickly found a tee shirt and light jacket, but the pants were an issue. We ran to his brother's room (in Europe for the summer) and he came back with some sweat pants that barely fit me. He said, "Sorry best I can do." I dropped my swimsuit and put on my briefs and the sweatpants. That's when John kissed me. I was really turned on and kissed him back and we made out. After a few minutes John said, "Let's go back downstairs." He put on sweat pants and sweat shirt and we went downstairs. The other guys had jackets or jeans on because they were cold too. We had some more drinks and then Greg says, "Look what I found in my jacket pocket?" It was a little bag of white powder. He asked us if we wanted to do some lines of coke. I admitted that I never had. The other guys said, "Don't worry. We'll take care of you if anything goes wrong." I was nervous but I did the lines with them. I was high as fuck from the booze, pot and now the coke. I was also so horny from being around the hot guys in swimsuits and making out with John a few minutes earlier. I went back inside to make drinks and John came with me. He asked how I was feeling and I told him I was good, but really high and horny. John kissed me again and we went to the living room to make out on the couch. Our clothes came off pretty fast and soon I was straddling his lap in just my underwear. He was just in his sweat pants. I do remember that he didn't put on underwear earlier because I could feel his hard cock pushing on me through the sweat pants. The other guys had come in to get drinks and see if we were alright. They saw us making out and Greg laughed and said, "Alright John!" Andy punched him in the arm and they just watched. I was so high and turned on that didn't care. After a while, my underwear was off and John's cock was out of the sweat pants. He bent me over the couch and started eating my ass. I could see Greg and Andy kissing and they were stroking each other's cocks, but they were really watching John and I. John ate my ass like it was his fucking favorite thing to do. He stayed at it forever. I remember giving him head, but not as much as I remember how he ate my ass. I was pulling my ass cheeks apart as far as they would go. He was definitely inside the outer sphincter penetrating me with his tongue over and over like he was fucking me with it. I was a fucking bitch in heat. He stopped and laid his cock on my ass. I looked back at him and said, "Condom and lube?" He said, "No problem. Be right back." Greg and Andy came over at this point and ran their hands over my ass, but nothing more. They went over and sat on the other couch and took off their pants and kept stroking their hard cocks. John came back and lubed my ass and I lubed his cock and he called his friends "pervs" but didn't tell them to leave and neither did I. He sat on the couch and handed me the condom and I straddled him and we made out some more. At this point his friends were directly behind me about 8 feet and I couldn't care less. I wanted John so badly. As we made out his cock kept rubbing against my ass and on my hole that he had opened up so much. I still had the condom in my hand. He reached down and held his cock to make me moan more as I rubbed my ass on it. I kissed him hard and just started to back my bare ass down on his cock. He looked into my eyes and I just kept sliding down. I winced and halted and he grabbed both my hands. He could feel the unopened condom in the one and squeezed that hand. I slid my ass further down on his cock and said I want this. He moaned and let me start riding his cock. I heard his friends say something, but I didn't care. I was just loving riding John's cock. it was 7" cut and felt good sliding in and out of my bare ass. I didn't care that his friends saw be getting fucked barebacked. John bent me over the back of the couch and started really fucking me. At this point Greg came around and put his cock in my face. I started sucking his Greg's cock. Now I was getting spitroasted by these two guys and John called me a slut and said my ass felt so good. He fucked me for like 10 minutes and I was sucking Greg and licking his balls, but my focus was on John so I'm not sure how much attention Greg's cock was really getting. John said, I'm coming and he blew his load in my ass. He kind of collapsed on top of me and kissed my neck. I stopped sucking Greg and kissed John. John slipped from my ass and I turned over and he stroked me and went to suck me. Greg walked around and picked up my legs and stood in front of me and pulled me forward until his cock was lined up with my ass. I saw the condom on the couch between John and I and he saw me look at it and said, "No way am I using that after I saw you take him bareback." He then slipped inside my ass. Greg didn't last long and he came fairly quickly, but his cock was thicker. John then fucked me again and came inside me. Andy came by jerking off on the other couch watching us. I came as John was fucking me the second time. Greg and Andy fell asleep on the other couch and John and I went to his bed. He sucked my cock in bed and I came again. It was an awesome night. I woke up before everyone in the morning and was taking a shower when I heard the door to the bathroom open. It was Andy. He said it was really hot watching me getting fucked last night. He also said he's glad I felt comfortable enough to let him watch. Then he got in the shower with me. Andy pushed me against the wall and said it was his turn to fuck me. He was such a nice guy but this aggressive side was hot and I got hard. He squirted some shampoo on his cock and slid it in my ass. He said, "I'll be quick because the shampoo will burn in a bit." Andy just went to town on my ass. He fucked me hard and quick and then came in my ass after only a few minutes. I was so turned on that I came on the tile wall. After we finished Andy picked my cum up with his fingers and ate it. It was an awesome morning. We drove to the city and all went to brunch. John, Greg, Andy and I hung out until mid afternoon and then they went back to the burbs. John and I chatted again after that my phone and email. He said he felt uncomfortable dating me because I'd let his friends fuck me bareback. He said I was too slutty for him, but he wanted to be friends. After that conversation, our friendship fizzled. Greg came into the city to go to the bars a lot more than the other boys. He often slept over at my place when he didn't pick up a boy and he fucked me a lot. I always took his load and never asked him to use a condom. Greg disappeared from my world one day and I haven't seen him since although he and Andy still talk sometimes. Andy and I only fucked a few more times including a couple of 3somes with Greg, but Andy got a boyfriend by the next year and they moved to Hawaii and got married. Seriously, Andy is an awesome guy and we are still friends. I'm not sure his husband knows all about me, but once when his husband was drunk he called me a cum dump and I just smiled. John's party basically blew my mind. I almost never used a condom since I slid down on John's cock with the unopened condom still in my hand. There are a few more stories of me slipping further into being a cum dump from my online hookups which became more frequent, to boyfriends, to poz guys, to my first real fuck buddy. More to come......I hope you guys still like it.

http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=C3Gyg-G800-#.VTuHdxd7qbQ Doing my BITCH Thin duded needed this good dick! He came while my boy was fucking him, then dude unloaded up in that ass!

I have to say so far, PreP works as I hoped. I've been to 3 Cumunion events now and have been bred by multiple guys who told me they weren't negative. I just had my three month checkup and blood work to get my refill and all is clear. Now I want to be an even bigger slut if that's possible. I say go for it. It's liberating.

I question if BBRT should even have "Negative" as an option. It's not a dating site. It's a hook up site. And if you are willing to bareback with strangers, your negative status doesn't mean a whole lot unless you met the guy in the lobby of the clinic where you both just got negative results - or you are wiling to show a guy your recent test results when they walk through the door. Like FelchingPisser I too am worried when people say they "Don't Care" or are "Not Sure". Give me a poz guy on meds who is regularly seeing a doctor any day over these guys who are walking around with any and every thing and claiming to be drug and disease free. And I'll go one step further...somebody should develop an app for poz guys on meds. I really hate that poz guys have to be mixed in with guys who clearly don't give a shit about their health. They dirty the pool we play in. How's that for reverse discrimination? LOL.

I couldn't tell what I should do. I knew I could never fuck bareback again. It was dangerous. It was wrong. People would judge me and think I was a whore and I'd never get a boyfriend if people knew because they would talk about me barebacking with guys. So, I was a "good boy." I tried hard not to hook up because I was picky, but also because I didn't want people to think any of that stuff. I didn't mess around with anyone for a few weeks. I still went out with my friends and got drunk and danced, but I was a "good boy." One night I was out dancing and I met this hot guy. Shorter than me, tight body. Probably 5'8" and just ripped - Ripped Boy. I was into him and we danced and drank and he wanted to hook up, but his friend was from out of town and single and he didn't want to hook up if his friend didn't. I thought, he is such a nice guy. I said, "Give me a second." I grabbed this cute guy and pulled him into our dancing group. I kissed him and asked his name, turns out he's a Navy Boy. I told him our dilemma and he agrees to go dance with the friend and they hit it off. Next thing I know, Navy Boy is back over to me and says, "I just felt that guy's cock and it's huge. I bottomed last night and I'm still sore. I'm not sure I should go home with him." I am so accommodating and sweet and really want to get fucked by the Ripped Boy that I say, "It's no big deal. Let's all go to Ripped Boy's place and hang out and see what happens." Navy Boy agrees. As we leave the bar I see Navy Guy is really sexy and that Ripped Boy's friend is attractive but not in Navy Boy's league. I was nervous that they wouldn't hook up and Ripped Boy and I would then not hook up. LOL. We all pile in Ripped Boy's car and his friend and Navy Boy are in the backseat. I see the friend open Navy Boy's zipper as they make out. Ripped Boy stops to get gas, Navy Boy runs inside for cigarettes and the friend says we should get condoms. Ripped Boy agrees and then Navy Boy comes back with some beer and cigarettes and Ripped Boy says let's get some booze too. So we all get in the car and hit this late night store and I run in and get some vodka. Back out and in the car. Now the Navy Boy has his shirt off in the back seat and Ripped Boy says, "You got my friend a total hottie. Thanks." Off to the house. We get inside and Ripped Boy and I go to the kitchen, make out, he plays with my ass as I make the drinks. Spilling some when he plays with my crack through my jeans. We get back to the living room and Navy Boy is in his briefs making out hard with the friend. Ripped Boy says, "No fair. You should get naked too." He grabs at my jeans as I hand the guys their drinks and put ours down. I let him undo my jeans and I am in my boxers and I take off my t shirt. I straddle Ripped Boy's lap just like Navy Boy was to his friend and make out with him. It's getting really hot and I am hard as fuck. Navy Boy and I kiss some too. Navy Boy asks loudly, "Hey, you're a bottom right?" I said yes. Ripped boy slips his hands into my boxers and rubs my asshole some. Navy Boy has finished his drink and into the kitchen we go so I can make him another one. He slips my boxers down and rubs his cock on my ass. He says, "You have a hot ass. Can I fuck you?" I said, "Sure, but I'm with Ripped Boy tonight." Navy Boy grabs some salad oil off the kitchen counter and rubs some on my crack and hole. He fingers me and says, "Please." At this point the other guys come in and the friend says, "I bet we all fuck College Boy (me) tonight." Ripped Boy walks over to me and takes the salad oil and says "Does this feel good?" I laughed and said, "Sorta." He kisses me and lubes up Navy Boys cock with the salad oil and says, "Fuck College Boy." I spread my legs and kiss Ripped Boy, not thinking of anything but how turned on I was. Next thing I know, Navy Boy's cock is slipping inside me. I moaned and then the friend kisses me and Navy Boy is resting his cock in my ass. I'm making out with Ripped Boy and the friend as Navy Boy starts to go to town on my ass. Navy Boy and the friend start kissing and the friend takes off his clothes and Ripped Boy bends me over more to suck his cock. I'm sucking his cock and Ripped Boy says to his friend, "I told you we didn't need them." I have no idea what they are talking about. I'm sucking cock and getting fucked. I'm in heaven. After a few minutes, Navy Boy tightens up and says, "I'm gonna cum." Now I realize, Navy Boy who got his ass wrecked last night by some random dude is in me bareback. I can't do anything much because he started cumming in my ass as I am still sucking cock and realizing we never used a condom. I take his load and then Navy Boy pulls out and he and the friend grab their drinks and head back to the living room. Ripped Boy is fingering my ass now as we share a drink. I am so shocked that I just let another random guy bareback me. I turned to Ripped Boy and say, "OMG! That was so slutty. I didn't know we weren't using a condom." Ripped Boy takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom. He sits me on his bed and I can feel Navy Boy's cum in my ass. He climbs on top of me and we are making out so hard. My cock is so hard because I had a load in my ass and was with this hot guy. He spreads my legs and says ur ass is still so slick from the oil and Navy Boy's cum. Blushing I say, "I'm sorry about that. I didn't know." Ripped Boy turns me over and rubs his cock on my ass crack. He says, "Do you need more lube?" I said, "No. I think I'm good." He slicks his cock up with the oil on my ass and slides his bare cock in me. I said, "Fuck that's hot." He said, "My cock in you feels really good." He fucked me good for about 10-15 minutes. Then he said, "I'm going to cum in your ass." I said, "Do it. I want your load." I took his load and he slipped out of my ass. He slapped my ass and said, "You are a hot fuck." Ripped Boy and I made out some more and fell asleep. I woke up with him fucking me early in the morning. After a while on my side, I turned on my back and spread my legs for him. I noticed his friend watching us from the doorway and stroking his cock. Ripped Boy came in my ass again and fell asleep. I got up to go to the bathroom and I came out and saw the friend on the couch in the living room stroking his cock. I asked where Navy Boy was and he said, "He went back home." I said, "Navy Boy was hot." He thanked me for hooking them up and said I was hot too. I walked over to the couch as we talked. He had a 9" cock. I said, "You have a big cock man." He said, "Too bad Navy Boy didn't want to get fucked. You looked like you like getting fucked by Navy Boy and Ripped Boy." I blushed and said, "I did." I asked me if there was lube in the bathroom and I said yes and went to get it for him. I came back and squirted some on his cock and rubbed it all over his cock. He pulled me on top of him and we kissed and I straddled him. He said, "You like cock don't you? Why don't you sit on mine." I got shy and said, "We don't have a condom." He said, "You haven't used one yet tonight." He was right. I was a cum dump for two guys already that night. I gave in and he pushed his cock against my hole as I leaned back down on it. He said, "Ride my raw cock bitch." I did. I rode him and made out with him until he was close and he said, "Take my load slut." I sat down on his cock and felt him explode in me. He just kept coming. I was so turned on I came on his chest. He loved it. I eased off him and cum for three different guys slipped out of my ass and down my thighs. I was so turned on and so scared of what I had just done. Not just one guy, I had let three different guys bareback my ass in one night and I had taken their cum. I went back to bed with Ripped Boy and fell back asleep. We got up and he drove me back to my apartment. I found out on the ride that he had a boyfriend. I was kind of shocked and said, "But you just fucked me bareback and came in my ass twice. How can you have a boyfriend?" He said that I was so hot he had to have me. I blushed and we exchanged numbers and he said, "Can I see you again when my boyfriend is out of town?" I said, "Yes." I got out of the car and he called out, "College Boy, come back." I walked back the few steps and he kissed me hard and asked if I'd let his friend fuck me too. I said yes. He said, "You're so hot," and he drove away. I went upstairs to my apartment and said I swore I'd never see him again because he was a cheater. I also swore that I'd be better about using condoms. I had to be, right? No guy wants to be boyfriends with a slut, right? I said, never again to both barebacking and seeing Ripped Boy. I did see Ripped Boy again a few times, but I made him wear condoms. He said he understood. We stopped fucking when his boyfriend figured out he was fucking me. I might have kept my promise about making Ripped Boy use condoms, but I did get barebacked again. But, that is another story.

Part 2: No matter how turned on the contract made me, I couldn't quite bring myself to sign it right away. That nagging doubt in the back of my mind. I don't really want to be pozzed, I reminded myself. And then I found myself imagining Eric's cock entering me. His big cock. His big poz cock. No matter how hard I tried to ignore the thought, I kept ending up jacking off as I re-read the "terms" of the contract. I couldn't help but to fixate on my requirement to declare "I am a whore for poz cock. I want HIV-filled cum fucked into me." And I couldn't help but to say that to myself every time I came since reading the contract. And how did Eric know I would be receptive to such twisted language? That question was answered when another envelope appeared under my door a couple of days after the contract. The letter inside it was short and to the point. I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but to look at your laptop's history when we hung out last week. You visit some interesting sites. ;-) I'm still awaiting your signature. Don't let this offer expire. I felt ashamed for a moment. But that quickly passed as I realized that he was obviously okay with dozens of visits to BBRT, and A4A and this site. I tried to remember if I even visited any forums besides this bugchasing forum. Oh gosh, I don't think I did. Well, he knows how to entice me, I realized. And then it occurred to me that he's not just trying to tell me what I want to hear. He wants to poz me! Why else would he pressure me. Eric wants to get off on pozzing my ass with his big cock! And within a couple of seconds, I went from shame to insatiably rock hard. I went straight to my desk, and pulled out the contract from the drawer. I jacked my cock furiously as I re-read the terms; and the second letter. His dark desire to control me was intoxicating. Holy shit, he wants to fuck me to death! He wants to murder me with his big cock! "I want HIV-cum fucked into me!" I nearly shouted as I shot my load.

Took a good size load from a BBC bent over the toilet in an empty poolhouse bathroom. At 6'3" 250#, he towered over me as I sucked his cock until its full-grown size. I then puut my hands on the wall while kneeling on the toilet lid. He fucked me expertly with his 21 year old cock. Having done my job I pulled up my shorts and went home with a sloppy hole and a huge smile on my face. He went home with a smile almost as big as his cock and assured me he would be calling again when he needed to empty his balls.

fuck black dick has to be some of the best cock i have ever had got a buddy has a huge banana shaped black dick wicked curve in it and god does it feel good breaking into my cunt

Part II. Bobby and Dylan led us into Alex’ store. Racks of all kinds of sexy gym wear and underwear were all over the walls. Alex appeared from the back room as Bobby and Dylan were picking out things for my boy to try on. “Fresh meat?” he joked as he walked toward us. Alex must have been over six feet tall. His muscular frame and hairy chest bulged out of a tight tank top, with his belly bulging out slightly. He was wearing jeans that showed off his dick snaking down his right leg. Our friends explained the situation, and Alex said he was happy to help, and very straight forward. My boy would take one load for each pair of underwear. I whispered to my boy and our friends, “Taking loads from you guys is one thing, but a stranger?” “Relax,” Dylan said. “He won’t catch anything from Alex that he hasn’t already caught from us.” The winked at each other, then went back to checking out underwear. Alex measured my boy and led him to a fitting room. We made small talk as my boy tried on the first pair, some shiny stretchy briefs. Alex arranged some chairs, and when my boy came out, he told him to dance for us, Alex had my boy grinding into his crotch before telling him to service us all. He ground against me for a moment before moving on to Dylan and Bobby. He told my boy that his shiny briefs were not revealing enough to make big tips, and had him strip naked before trying on a bright yellow thong bikini. My boy pulled on the new bikini and sat right down onto Alex’ lap. He was gyrating when he realized that Alex had unbuttoned his fly and his huge horsecock had snuck out of his jockstrap. He groaned as he rubbed his barely-covered ass against Alex’ huge uncut dick. Dylan and Bobby were so turned on that they had fished out their own cocks and were jerking each other. My boy skipped me and lowered himself on to Bobby’s dick. Dylan reached over and freed my boy’s own hard drooling cock from the bikini briefs. When my boy got up to lower himself onto Dylan’s lap, I saw that his asscrack was wet with precum and nearly see-through. After grinding on Dylan for a minute or so, Alex got up and stood my boy up. He worked the briefs off and brought him a leather jockstrap. As soon as the straps framed my boy’s precummy ass, Alex forced him down onto Bobby’s dick. It was so wet that it slid right up my boy’s ass. Bobby raised and lowered my boy on his cock as he groaned with pleasure. He shot his load in my boy’s guts before pulling out. Alex guided my boy onto Dylan’s dick next. After stabbing a few times, Alex ordered me to guide Dylan’s cock into my boy. Not that I hadn’t done that before, but it was new with Alex in the picture. Alex twisted my boy’s nips as my boy fucked himself up and down on Dylan’s dick. Dylan didn’t last long and filled up my boy with his load. As soon as Dylan caught his breath, Alex yanked my boy down onto his bare cock. With two loads lubing him up, he was sloppy and ready for it. My boy threw his head back, eyes rolling around, as he rode Alex. He took that raw dick like a champ, and was quickly rewarded with his third load of the night. I watched as Alex’ big hairy balls clenched up, knowing he was flooding my boy’s guts with his seed. I was so horny that I came almost immediately without even touching my dick. Alex suggested we all rinse off a little before heading to the strip club to share my boy’s goods for the night. He had a private shower in his office and let my boy shower first saying, ‘Make sure your hole looks fresh, but keep those loads in you. They’ll keep you lubed up for later!” My boy hopped in the tiny stall and started rinsing off his sweat as the rest of us undressed. My heart stopped when Alex peeled off his tight shirt. There, between his shoulder blades was a huge biohazard tattoo. I knew my boy had POZ cum in his ass. My boy hopped out and started toweling off as Alex got in the shower. I pointed out Alex’ tattoo, and my boy just shrugged. I pointed it out to Dylan and Bobby and they grinned. Bobby started fingering my boy’s ass and said, “Alex started giving us POZ seed months ago.” Dylan grabbed his cummy cock and shook it at me, “We converted before the four of us even started playing together!” It dawned on me that we had been playing raw with two POZ guys for months and had never thought to get tested. Alex knew what we were talking about and put his big paws on my shoulders. “Calm down man. You and your boy are sluts. You’ve been taking POZ cum for months. You might both already be POZ and not know it.” Alex continued, “Starting tonight, we’re gonna whore out your boy’s ass to anyone. If he didn’t get his first three POZ load tonight, he’d just get them from someone else.” My boy just grinned. “Besides, we’ve all got a long night ahead of us!” To be continued...

Invited a guy over to my house this morning took his bareback cock up my ass. Found him on Squirt.org he came over brought him in the bedroom was kind of tight sucked him off a little on second time he got him and left his seed in my ass!! Can't remember the last time I had cum in my ass!!

I need a session. A really good one. A bit of party and get completely piggy and totally slut out. Am looking for a nasty, experienced, HUNG and toxic pig top to host this boy and whore me out. It's a huge fantasy, that I just can't stop thinking about. Blow some clouds, bend over and just take what ever daddy gives me. Stuffed balls-deep at both ends and bred like a fucking slut over and over. All weekend long. I wanna get passed around, spit-roasted, dp'd and filled with load after load until my hole is leaking and completely creamed. Love to watch with lots of mirrors and take pics and videos. I'm chill, very friendly and eager to make this happen. I travel to you. Major US cities with lots of action only. Who's up for some fun?

I will be posting my contact info here and elsewhere during IML for anyone at the hotels who wants to meet up in a room, bathroom, or stairwell to dump their loads up my ass

Oh, right, almost forgot: http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=353353451 Short video, but it have hands free cumming, and I think that is the camera angle that OP was talking about.

Part III I was surprised to find Darryl shoving poppers under my nose, telling me "Take a good shot." I did but was puzzled. He told me I was going to need it and he intended to keep me loosened up. He also reminded me that the other guys had heard me call myself a black cock whore and that I wanted black cock from then on. Over the next few hours, I got black cock, I got constantly poppered. More than anything else I got constantly fucked. Even if I couldn’t feel whoever was fucking me cumming in me I knew it was happening due to feeling my balls time and again covered with a hot liquid dripping onto them. I can’t remember exactly when it happened but eventually the fear and pain gave way to complete lust. I began enjoying the feel of a cock sliding into my increasingly cum-filled ass. Because of the amount of cum that was being pumped into me, the actual fucking didn’t really hurt that much. After all, isn't cum known as the perfect lube? What hurt was the initial entry of one particular cock. Strangely his wasn’t the longest, just the thickest. Once he got inside, I took a deep breath which coincided with Darryl shoving that bottle of poppers under my nose yet again. It helped, the pain shortly turned to ecstasy and I wanted both the fucking and poppers to keep going. I had lost my sense of time as I was still secured, gagged and was lost in serving as the raw hole into which these horny black studs would dump their loads. Whoever the guy with the thick cock was, kept fucking for what I imagined was the longest period during my loss of time. I heard him grunt only twice and I was able to tell when he came inside me. My balls felt warm while that thick organ was still inside me both times he slowed and stopped stroking into me, grunting loudly. When he finally pulled out I felt so empty but expected another cock inside me soon. I was left alone for quite a while then felt someone undoing the ballgag. My jaw was sore from the initial knawing on the large rubber ball. I heard someone, probably Darryl asking me if they turned me loose what was I going to do. I heard myself telling him that I wanted more black cock. Whoever he was turned and called out "He's ready, guys." Next thing I knew, I was released and was doing poppers myself and sucking on a Darryl’s huge black cock while wishing one of the others was fucking me. I finally got to see the other two guys. The one with the thick cock and the other guy were just stroking their cocks at the moment watching me sucking on Darryl. After about ten minutes of sucking, Darryl asked me if I was ready for black cock again, “Hell yes!” I muttered. He climbed onto the bed and I felt him sinking his cock into my well-used ass with no pain and no need for lube. One of the other guys took his place and another black cock took its rightful place in my mouth so I could suck him ready to fuck me again or swallow his cum, whichever came first. He came in my mouth before Darryl finally announced that he was about to breed my white ass again. Just as Darryl pulled out, thick cock tried to put his cock in my mouth. I got the head of it in and he started regaining his full thickness. He asked me if I was ready to be black bred again. Again, I answered “Hell yes!” Even knowing his was the cock that was the one that nearly hurt me entering. I took another shot of the poppers. The third guy took his place at my mouth and gave me a nice mouthful. While not as long as Darryl or thick as my present fucker, he had a nice sized cock that smelled and tasted of cock sweat, cum and, probably, my ass. I loved it. I loved it a long time and got a huge load of cum to swallow just as thick cock slowed and started telling me to take his big black cock and another load of his cum. At that point, I heard Darryl’s deep voice asking me if I was still felt myself a black cock whore. I was trying to get up straight on the bed but heard myself telling him that was ready for more if they were. He told me that he had thought of a friend of his who would definitely be interested in fucking a willing white boy cock whore. I told him I was ready. Apparently he was just walking in the door. He was about my height, 5’9 or so but a stocky 230 lbs at least. He asked if I was the cracker cock whore. I told him that had just been their fuck toy for the past few hours and asked if he wanted a crack at the white boy. He just slid down his sweat pants, showing the largest black cock I had now seen. It had to be a solid 10 or 11 inches long and, at least as thick as the thick guy before. I heard myself asking if I needed to suck him hard or should we get to it? I had to take another shot of poppers when he said, “Let’s see what the white boy’s pussy feels like.” Maybe I should have been scared but between the poppers and what I thought might have been cocaine I had been snorting I was ready I just knew. I was wrong, I wasn’t ready and he wasn’t just as thick, he was thicker. The cum thankfully worked as lube but didn’t relieve the sensation of that huge organ splitting my ass open. He also taught me about meeting the second ring and piercing it. I had read it but he did it. Then he laughed, telling them he was surprised that the white boy had lived taking his cock that easily, now let’s see how he takes the fucking. I took another shot of the poppers. When my boyfriend had introduced me to them, he told me that they intensified the sexual feelings and allowed you to relax to accept sex more readily. I hoped so now! \\ Two hours later I was at home, showering and sore. I knew I was going to have to go back to the doctor for testing The one thing I was sure of at this point, if I got the opportunity to get Darryl to line up a white boy gangbang again, I was ready.

Last night was probably the best time I've had in my sexual life, and I feel honored to share it with all of you. -THIS- is what all of us barebackers should aim for at a minimum! I had been looking forward to Saturday night for a while now, as a new buddy of mine and I had been planning a trip to FLEX over in Cleveland. My friend, whom I had bred yesterday with an in-town fuck buddy of mine, decided to call off at the last minute, leaving me to go it alone. I'd always heard that it was a bad idea to go to the bathhouse alone, what with the possibility of you getting pulled into something you didn't want to do, but I was too horny to care at that point and was actually hoping for something like that. So, I started to getting everything together when I got a message from one of the hook up sites I had used to advertise my "presence" at FLEX. It was from a couple who was looking for someone to play with, seeing as how both were looking to top that evening. Needless to say, the idea of going to a bathhouse with a couple of loads in me already was too good to pass up. So, I got all my things together and headed out for Ohio. It took me about an hour and a half to get to the two tops' place, what with my terrible sense of direction and being somewhat nightblind, but I eventually got there and the tops welcomed me with open arms, so to speak. Almost immediately after that we went to the bedroom where they put on some porn while we stripped down. Both were a bit bigger than I was expecting, but I still managed to get them both down my throat. I need to do more oral to keep my deep throating skills up to par, but that's another story. Both ended up fucking me hard and rough for a while each before blowing their loads in my hole. By that time it was getting close to my posted arrival time, so I kinda said my goodbyes a bit quickly and left, but not before they gave me a soda for the road. I needed it since I'd be there for a while. I got to FLEX finally at 9:25pm, giving me five minutes to get myself ready and start having fun. I bought myself some poppers along with a locker and my membership fee, only because I forgot my fresh bottle at home in the freezer. It was a dumb move on my part, but I didn't mind. I was determined to have fun at any cost, literally or figuratively. Anyways, I got back to the lockers and stripped down, putting my towel in the locker as well. I figured that if I was gonna do this then I was going to show no fear at all. So, after getting everything squared away I was now walking around the hallways with nothing on and looking for some action. I remembered reading from a sex comic someone wrote that open doors were usually an invite for action, an audience, or sometimes both. The first open room I'd come across happened to be that first one, as the guy was laying on his back with a face mask on that covered everything but his mouth. I decided to start my night off with a little oral action and maybe some anal, if he was up for it. He was more than happy to suck my cock, and did so for quite a while before I decided to try his ass. He was alright with it at first, and shortly after I started mounting up a crowd began gathering outside, but a little bit into fucking him he had me pull out and say he only fucked with condoms. I would have tried to stealth him then and there, but with the audience there I figured that could be bad. So, I left instead and decided to check out the upstairs some, looking around for the much-talked about "sling room" I've heard others speak of. As I was going upstairs I found myself following a pretty cute-looking guy with what I later found out was a great-looking ass. We struck up a conversation as we talked, and I told him it was my first time there and had arrived only a little bit ago. He was surprised because he had seen me in the room with the guy with the mask, and invited me into his cabana for some fun. We made out for a bit, and I quickly ended up balls deep in him with the door open. I was trying to get another crowd going, but since it was still early it didn't seem like that was going to be too likely. So, instead of blowing my load in him we both decided to play around for a bit more, seeing as how most guys lose interest once they shoot. And I wasn't ready to take a break just yet, so I decided to go walk around a bit more. Eventually I found the dark room and instantly began exploring it, looking around and seeing what all it held. There were no less than four slings, two Saint Andrew's crosses, six glory hole booths, two saw horses, and one odd keg suspended by chains. I saw a guy getting fucked in the first sling and figured that, if things were that busy, I might be able to as well. I tried climbing into the next-closest sling, but no one was interested. I figured I was just not having any luck at that spot, so I decided to move to one of the saw horses in back. That did the trick, as I soon started drawing a crowd and had cocks in both ends plowing away. I was in pig Heaven as my ass was getting fucked raw and my throat was being gagged, both cocks soon leaving and quickly being replaced by others. The next cock in my ass tried to fuck me with a condom, but I quickly pulled it off and he fucked me for a little while, but soon pulled out and backed away. The next guy to fuck my ass was a lot better though, as he fucked me so hard that he not only managed to make the saw horse scoot across the ground some, but also made me gag on the cock that I was sucking on even more than usual. Eventually the top gave that tell-tale grunt and final few thrusts, leaving my ass flooded with its third load of the night. I decided to wander a bit again after that, what with no one taking another crack at my freshly bred ass, and quickly remembered that one of the guys I had spoken with online said he would have a room to himself. It took me a bit to locate his room, what with me being blind without my glasses and all, but I soon found it and he ushered me in and pulled me onto his bed. He told me to get on my stomach, and closed the door as I got into position. Shortly after he was on top of me and slowly pushing his cock into my hole, controlling my hips and making sure I felt every inch. I should point out that at this point my ass was starting to feel a bit sore, and I am realizing that I prefer pump and dump sessions more than anything, but his cock was hitting all the right places in me so I didn't really care. He kept moving me around from time to time as he fucked me, and eventually he shot load three into my ass. I forgot what time it was at that point, seeing as how the only clock I remember seeing was in the locker room. Still, that didn't stop me. I walked around for a bit and found a hot black guy who seemed a little closeted, but was definitely interested in playing around. We crossed paths more than a few times too, but always in the hallway instead of in any of the play areas. The time we finally met up to play he was in the same room as the top who just bred me. Apparently he was ready for a round two, so I offered my services to the both of them. Needless to say, they both accepted and I soon found my ass being tag-teamed by the two of them, occasionally riding one of them while the other spurred them on more. Both got a bit tired after a bit though, and I found myself wandering the halls again.As I was walking the halls I noticed that a kind of pudgy-looking guy with hippie hair and one of those stretchy winter caps on was checking me out. He was definitely not my type, but a thought crossed my mind - I could knock out one of the cum challenges with this guy. So, I started checking him out a bit and jingled my keys to let him know I was interested. He was quickly on me and playing with my ass, making some of that cum leak out and run down my legs before dragging me back to his room. He pushed me down on the bed and quickly started fucking me, using very little lube and both of us getting a nice popper rush going. It only took about 20 minutes, 2 position changes, and lots of ass slapping before the troll blew his load in my hole, slapping me on the ass and sending me on my way. After getting my fourth load of the night, I decided it would be nice to walk around a bit more. My hole was feeling sloppy again, and I wanted to enjoy the feeling before getting fucked again. That didn't last very long, however, as I soon found myself back in the dark room and wandering around. There was a bit of a crowd gathering, but nothing was going on, which I found a bit odd. So, being the curious individual I am, I decided to try and strap myself into the Saint Andrew's cross in front of a few people. It didn't work as well as I was hoping, but the act definitely caught the attention of one of the other guys there, and he came over and offered to help. I told him that it was my first time in the thing, and the bathhouse as a whole, and he suggested that we take the "party" to the sling instead. I instantly jumped at that chance, having always wanted to get fucked in a sling, and we quickly made our way over to a free one. After climbing into it the top had me huff more of my poppers, and after feeling up his cock I could understand why. He was -HUGE- and -THICK- as fuck! At least twice as thick as me, and about 10 inches long, and it was pressed right up against my now-quivering hole. A few more snorts of poppers and he was in my hole, stretching me wide and plowing me hard and fast. The chains of the sling were rattling each time he fucked me, and I was moaning so loud that I'm sure everyone in the dark room heard me. And I'm certain that they did, because a huge crowd had gathered to watch, a few of which had me jack them off and suck them while I got stuffed. I don't remember how long he fucked me for, but he made a big announcement about cumming inside of me and giving me a few final thrusts. That announcement seemed to be the equivalent of blood in the water around sharks, because after he pulled out the real fun began. Immediately after my ass got its fifth load another cock got shoved up my hole. I was having a little trouble seeing who it was, what with the crowd somewhat blocking the light from the screen playing porn in the room, but I could tell that this guy was hot. His face was somewhat illuminated, which made that smirk of his seem sexy, and I could easily feel all the muscles on his body form into a well-defined chest along with a rock-hard six-pack. I then reached down to check his cock, and found myself moaning with lust from what I felt. The cock as a whole was probably only a 6.5 out of 10, what with it only being about that long (6.5" I mean). But it was thick as fuck, especially around the head! I swear, the head of that guy's cock had to be at least as thick as the first guy's cock who fucked me in the sling. This new guy rammed into me, this time without using any lube at all except for the last guy's cum, and started fucking me hard and fast. He lasted maybe five minutes before shooting his load and letting the next guy take his turn. The next guy to fuck me was definitely one whom I would have normally considered out of my league. He was easily at least 6' tall, heavily muscled all over with a slight muscle gut (my personal favorite on a guy), either very well tanned or black (I couldn't tell because of how dark it was), and a cock that was at least as big as my first sling-cock earlier. I couldn't see his face at all though, as I was more focused on trying to relax my ass to take that monster that was about to enter me, seeing as how the last guy had started a trend of using no lube but the last guy's cum to fuck my ass with. I tried to snort some of my poppers to relax myself, but he rammed into me so hard that I almost spilled them. I decided to not use the poppers for this one and try to ride it out as best I could, my ass feeling more sore and stretched than usual but still holding up long enough for this god among men to finish wrecking my ass and give me my third load in the sling. After the Adonis finished fucking I kinda stopped paying attention to who was using my hole after that. I do remember that two more men fucked my hole after I got my third sling load, each one loading me up and lasting about five to ten minutes each. The first one a guy with a huge biker beard, huge balls, a bigger-than-mine yet smaller-than-Adonis's cock, and what felt like a harness on. The really memorable thing about him was that he treated me a bit more roughly than the rest had in that he worked the sling to help fuck me more roughly while still slamming into my ass over and over until pumping his cum inside of me. The guy after him had a slightly bigger build and about the same size cock, and fucked me using only the previous mens' cum as lube, and lasted about as long as everyone else before pumping his load into me as well. Beyond that, though, cock number five wasn't all that distinct. He was, however, the last one to fuck me and load me up for the night. The rest of the crowd was just standing there, staring at me with my legs up and hole dripping. I jingled my key and asked who wanted to go next, but since no one took me up on the offer I figured I was done for the time. Still, five loads in a sling in a row was much better than what I was expecting. I checked the time after managing to finally make my way back downstairs. I almost fell down the steps a few times, but managed to stay on my feet. I guess those tops really gave me one hell of a pounding after all, and can now say I've been fucked to the point of barely being able to walk. It was amazing, but I felt like my ass was done for the night after nine loads, and decided that it was time to fuck someone myself. I wandered around a bit, looking for any open rooms or asses up for me to fuck. I had to go back upstairs to find one, and once I did I knew I had my "prey" for the night. He didn't mind me coming into his room and making him suck my cock. On the contrary, he dared me to. He was one of those fuckers who gets off on guys controlling and abusing him. And he knew how to push all of my buttons too it seemed, because after the second time he made my cock pop out of his ass and told me to make his sit still, I got a little... angry. I wrapped my arm around his neck and choked him out a bit, threatening to take him to the sling room and fist his hard with no lube before letting anyone have at the fucker's ass before he finally calmed down and let me fuck him right. I made sure to keep slapping him around a bit, just to make sure he knew who was in charge. I even left the door open to let anyone who wanted to watch as his ass got used, drawing a bit of a crowd. After about 15 more minutes of plowing his ass hard enough to sometimes make his head bang against the wall I finally bred his worthless ass. I also fingered him a bit before telling the remaining few at the door to have at his ass, a few of them even thanking me for the show. By the time I shot my load it was a little after 4am. I was surprised that I had spent so much time there at the baths, but was glad for it nonetheless. I had spent over six hours there, and was already making plans for the next time I would go back. Next time, though, I plan on topping more than this time. Anyone know a place where I can get strong boner pills for cheap?

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Part 3.1: Where it Began - Induction as a Slampig and Cumdump Part 1 I remember Ricky in his tight jeans and giant, sculpted body towering over me in his living room. In his ripe forties, he was tan with a few wrinkles, spiky gelled hair, and a goatee. He didn’t smile much. He licked his lips a lot, and I wasn’t sure at the time if it was just a habit or if he was hungry for pussy. I would realize soon it was the latter. For me, he was the human embodiment of sex. Ricky’s living room was truly gigantic, with a plasma screen TV and couches arranged in a maze in between with little glass coffee tables in each alcove. A crew of middle-aged men sat in the living room couch maze. All of them were wearing jeans, boots, and tight black T-shirts, like they were members of a cult. Some of them wore ski masks, which I later discovered was a sign they were Ricky’s employees. Human traffickers, if you will, but it doesn’t carry the connotation of kidnapping. These men found slutty boys who live alone and brought them back here and promise a good piggy time but instead, we were made into “house boys.” In other words, we were pampered sex slaves. All of the men were looking at me and talking about me. I was confused, having just left the baths to this place. It wasn’t even midnight yet. Naïve and young, I had no clue what was about to happen. I was told I wasn’t allowed to wear clothes. I had to change out of my jeans and boxer briefs into a dirty white jockstrap. Then, a masked man brought out a line of four other boys wearing nothing but white jockstraps. None of them were older than 21 or 22. They weren’t restrained, but they made no effort to resist. One of them was extremely tall, perhaps 6’2”, muscular, and a total jock named Adam. He was almost as tall as the intimidating men sitting around. He had a boyish face and was celebrity handsome. He carried a metal lockbox. Second tallest was about 5’9”, a tan, blond surfer boy with a swimmer’s body named Joey. He had a perfect six pack. The last two were small, slim boys who didn’t look a day over 15 even though they were actually 18 . One was latino with a Mohawk named Julio. The last one was Benny, a fair-skinned boy with curly brown hair and a giant bubble butt. All of them looked stern and professional, with the exception of Benny. The boys’ eyes lingered on me for a second, but their attention was fixated on the box in Adam’s hands. “These are your new brothers, boy. Meet Adam, Joey, Julio, and Benny. Boys, meet Kevin, the newest member of our family,” Ricky said, gesturing at me. The men cheered. For the first time, I was realizing that this was no game. This was no “night of fun”, it was a new life, and I had no choice. “No, no, no,” I begged. “I can’t – I have work on Monday, I-I..” The men roared with laughter. “No,” Ricky said. “From now on, you will work everyday. At your new job.” The older men started getting festive, laughing and sharing beers. Ricky beckoned Adam over, and the boy placed the box carefully on one of the coffee tables. Shooting me a quick, lustful glance, Ricky proceeded to flick the lid open. He pulled out bags of crushed white crystals on his coffee table, a cut straw, a neat rack of syringes, a coffee straw, a glass pipe, a brown bottle, and a blue bottle. As much as I was scared, my eyes were instantly attracted to the items on the table. “You don’t know you want it yet, boy. But you’re gonna love being my whore. Boys! I have an announcement!” Ricky boomed, and the room fell silent. “In honor of our new boy, we will follow the traditions of this house and initiate our new lil’ chempig. Now... Kevin, if you know what’s good for you, you’re going to make the most of what’s on that table right now.” I looked up into Ricky’s eyes. He ran his rough palm down my face. I worshipped him. “Babe, I want you to have a good time, alright? You have a beautiful pink little pussy, and all these handsome hunks wanna be the baby daddy.” My eyes grew in fear. “Don’t worry – none of them are poz. I know that’s too much for you to handle all in one day, but once they’re done with you, you’ll think of your flesh in a new way. This fuckhole?” A finger slides across the opening of my ass. “This fuckhole’s what you’re worth as a human being. No... you’re less than a human being. That’s something your new brothers will teach you. This fuckhole is what you ARE.” Ricky looked at me affectionately, and then he suddenly spat harshly on my face. The initiation began with crystal meth. The other houseboys served hors d’oeuvres, poppers, packed pizzo pipes, and scotch to the men. These boys knew their place, and the men were familiar with them, saying degrading things to the boys and addressing them by their names as they groped them. I didn’t have to serve the men yet. My job was to get fucked up and get fucked. We started with the booty bump. A masked man, clearly used to this by now, dipped his middle finger into a can of lube and one of the bags of crystals. It resurfaced with shiny shards stuck to it. Then, he slowly, intimately worked his fingers into my hole. Rough, thick fingers usually hurt enough by themselves, but this time I felt a burn in my rectum. It felt inflamed and torn. “Ahh! It hurts! I gasped. The other men paid no heed to my complaints and wasted no time. I was already their prey. Crystal meth was in my system and it was a matter of seconds before the rush hit me. One each grabbed my legs and spread them apart as the masked man booty bumped my hole with small doses continuously. Another masked man (this one giantly muscular with tattoos all over his forearms) gently placed the glass pipe against my lips. This was an especially large pizzo pipe; it was the width of a cock, and the bowl was huge. “Put your mouth on it like it’s a dick, bitch!” And I obeyed. They twisted the pipe so that the hole faced upwards, and crystals poured from the straw into the bowl. It sounded like sand being poured into a jar. I was helpless with two men pulling my legs apart by the ankles as far as they could and one drilling T into my hole. The large masked man clutched my throat and chin as I held up the pipe with my lips. My body was spread like a deer ready to be eaten by wolves. The fingering stopped. The man booty bumping me was now preparing a needleless syringe with more crystals and water. The drugs had hit me a little. I felt a faint ringing in my ears and a wild COCK HUNGER like I have never felt in my life. Suddenly, staying here and being a houseboy wasn’t a bad idea. Ricky would later show me how I would achieve enlightenment every time I got fucked up to get fucked, but this was my first time I thought: I’m a fucking chempig, a slut lower and trashier than any kind of slut, and it took me so long to realize my calling! How arrogant I was to ever think I was anything more than just an object for sex! Now only three men were playing with me, and there were many, many more at the party. Clearly, today was a day Ricky expected to initiate a new whore. Adam, the jock, was drinking a beer in his glorious nudity while the men around them sipped their scotches, smoked their cigars, and felt his body. One of the plumper and well-endowed men was licking Julio’s nipples while fingering him in the ass. The men seemed to have an inevitable soft spot for Benny, and they were casually flirting with him as he sat in Ricky’s lap. No matter what, he was the youngest. Who knew if he was even legal? Ricky would kiss him passionately, slurp his mouth with his tongue. One of the men rolled a joint just for Benny to enjoy. Houseboys weren’t allowed any attachments, but the men sure made love to Benny. But Joey... Joey the surfer is what I aspired to be. The oldest man at the party, a grey fox in his fifties, had licked Joey’s sweet clean pussy until it juiced. Meanwhile, Joey had three blunts in his mouth at a time. If he tried to breathe, one man held a brown bottle under one of his nostrils and clamped the other while another kept his head down to take all the smoke. Joey’s silky blond hair bounced up and down, framing his blissful angelic face. His eyes were closed, focusing on taking the heavy smoke and the poppers at once. All three blunts were on fire, so he wasn’t going easy on himself. This experience was difficult for the Caliboy jock without crystal, but during initiation, only the new boy is allowed the crystal. This is to ensure that the new slut gets completely hooked and dependent, becoming a 100% uninhibited, no-holes-barred chem slave. That’s why he had to be as high as possible and practically half-brain dead from poppers before the grey daddy and a 30-year-old sadistic stripper simultaneously squeezed their thick cocks into his ass. Did Joey scream? Hell yeah he did. Not once did he loosen his grip on the blunts but a guttural yelp echoed across the living room as the two dirty men mercilessly began fucking the living daylights out of the 19-year-old boy. Why did the men treat him differently from the others? Because he was a resilient, unbreakable slut, one who never held back and took anything anyone gave him with pleasure. When Joey spread his legs, he detached himself from reality in that moment and lived for the cock. If it hurt him, he blamed himself and took it anyway, because he’d sooner die before he ruined the pleasure of the men fucking his body in half. The man readied the booty bump, inserting the tip of the needleless syringe into my hole. Meanwhile, a large lighter was lit beneath the bowl of the pipe. He tilted the pipe back and forth a little until potent clouds started swirling around in the bowl. “Suck. Slowly,” he instructed. I obeyed, feeling the ice fill my lungs as a warm liquid filled my ass. He pulled the pipe away and took a hit myself while I held the smoke in my lungs. Little did I realize the other men were smoking as well and before I could exhale, one of the masked men put his mouth to mine and flooded me with more T. Another shot of hot water in my ass. I could feel it start to burn, with the inflammation spreading through my veins. As I felt the head spread over my body from my chest and my ass, I was filled with a wild, insatiable cock hunger. “OHHH! FUCK I’M GONNA CUM IN YOUR ASS!” the grey fox across the couch hollered as he filled Joey’s baby-maker. This turned on the muscular stripper beneath him so much he came with a series of grunts too. “TAKE MY VIRUS, SLUT!” As he pulled out, Joey cum-farted a thick bubbly white stream right out of his ass. I envied him. I wanted the men around me to fuck me like that, but I wasn’t done. While the men continued blowing clouds above me, Ricky walked over, a filled syringe in hand. Inhibitions completely down, I spread my arms, knowing what was about to happen to me. I had surrendered my fate as Ricky’s boy. Ricky would make sure I was flying in pig heaven before I was even allowed to touch a cock. That way I’ll be so outrageously horny I won’t be able to complain when the big strong daddies around me laid siege on my pussy and throat. Six big men held me spread eagle on the couch. One man each held one of my ankles, pulling my legs far apart to expose my pighole. Another was holding the pipe to my mouth and torching it repeatedly, instructing me on when to suck. A fourth held another booty bump to my pretty pink hole, and two men held down my arms. One of them tied a tourniquet around my bicep, making the blood rush to my arm. I had completely surrendered my freedom, unable to even breathe a complaint with the pipe firmly planted between my lips. Ricky swabbed my arm with alcohol, revealing the plump vein on my elbow. With ease, he pinpointed the vein and carefully slid the needle in like a doctor. The entire time, his cold black eyes looked into mine. “Yeah, get this little cumdump ready for use,” one of the masked men said. Ricky pulled back a little, releasing a tinge of red into the point. As he inserted the remaining contents slowly, injecting my throbbing vein with the devil’s drug, the man operating my drugged up hole squirted the booty bump into my ass, and the man holding the pipe to my mouth instructed me to suck. A chill coursed through my body as goosebumps flared all over my arms. Inside, though, fire was coming from all directions: my mouth, my ass, my chest, and my arm. An unreal rush flushed through my entire being, and I felt a strange taste in my throat. One of the men released the tourniquet, and all of it bubbled and erupted into an insane coughing fit. Smoke billowed out of me in puffs. I thought I would die there, unable to breathe and overwhelmed my coughs. I felt the need to get up and tried to squirm my way into a standing position, but my captors got rough and forced me down. “Hey, where do you think you’re going, bitch?” one of them yelled, pulling my hair. “Give him some GHB to wash down the cough,” another one sneered, and they offered me a bottle of coke. I gulped it down hungrily. It tasted terrible, but my body felt warm and soft. By now, I was floating. I had entered a new dimension, where the whole world became a sex dungeon. These men were gods, and the other boys and I were lower than slaves for their entertainment. This was the true order of things. My pupils dilated and my ears started ringing. I reveled in the feeling of being on top of the world, like I could do anything and take cock nonstop for eternity, but I must have fainted or blacked out instantly after that. When I phased in, I felt an unbelievable pleasure ripping through me between my legs and a thick pole in my mouth that made it hard to breathe. I opened my eyes and just saw two eyes through a ski mask looking down on me. Still fully clothed, only with his 9” babymaker out of his jeans, he rammed my slampig hole like he was trying to fuck me in half.

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

Just need reimbursed for my travel expenses, I'm already going!

The first time a guy ever pissed in me I wasn't expecting it. We'd set up an anonymous breed and go where he came in and found me naked and ass up ready for his cock and load. This particular guy liked for me to pretend to be drugged/asleep. I knew he had cum from his sigh and spasming cock buried deep in my hole. I expected he'd get up and leave, but he just stayed there. After a bit I could feel his cock kind of twitching and then I started to feel kinda warm and full and realized what he was doing. At first I was startled, but just as instantly got totally turned on by it. He pissed for sometime, and not just little spurts, this guy had some pressure and I could feel it going in. After he was done, he pulled out without spilling a drop (he was deep when pissing), dressed and left. I held it for quite awhile, but when I let it out there was easily more than a liter. Something else that is really hot is my piss took on his scent when I pissed later. The piss goes into the colon where fluids are absorbed. it is so fucking hot, wish I could find more guys who can do this.

I was hitting the gym to keep in shape since spending most of my time at a desk wasn't much in the way of exercise. I looked good, especially being in my thirties. I was a good six-two and a half and about 190 with what little fat I had being in the right places. My light blue eyes with gold rimmed glasses and dark hair added to my appeal, but what was most appealing was my nearly 8" of meat. I was scoring good. Being single after dumping a crappy marriage gave me the opportunities most guys at the gym and and where I worked seldom had, my dick being popular. But then things changed in about '82. Many were getting afraid to cheat on their wives or lovers because of the AIDS spreading all over. I noticed it myself in the form of less available pieces of ass willing to spread their buns and lips for me. It turned out that I got pozzed by some bisexual who had patronized street-corner prostitutes. I was fucking him up his ass once a week as well as getting sucked off by him. He had mentioned having a bad flu which explained his absence from the gym for about a month. Not only that but the little fairy office boy where I worked had also had a similar sickness. I was shagging the fairy's ass and mouth on breaks and didn't think much about his affliction when I resumed fucking him after his return to work. I had that flu after a couple of times fucking the guy at the gym. I thought it was just something going around but then I had another bout, not as bad, but I went to my doctor who ran a test. He called me with the grim news. That asshole or the poof at work had given me his HIV via my dick unless it was one of the other 'holes I fucked. The HIV-fighting drugs that were being used were crude, full of side effects and expensive just as they are now nearly a quarter of a century later. I was nevertheless fortunate my medical plan covered them, as they had broken free of the experimental stage. Many men werent as lucky as me in that regard. One of those was a guy I met while sulking on a park bench by the bus stop waiting for the express bus home. He was in his twenties and looked like most guys his age just as I looked like many guys my age. He cruised me and we seemed to hit it off. Of course I was on my guard as always when meeting new conquests, especially with this time because I recognized him as a pick-pocket someone had pointed out the year before. We shot the shit for awhile until my bus came and we said we'd see each other the next afternoon. He was there the next afternoon and after a few minutes he began talking about sex. I was wondering if he was or not gay or bi but after another few minutes he talked about blowjobs. "I always liked getting sucked off" I said. He then asked me if I ever let a man suck my cock. I asked him the same. He said he liked it but liked being on the other end even better and that he swallowed. "You fuck ass?" he then asked. "Sure do. Love a nice tight hole around my love-muscle." I replied. He then asked me how big my dick was and almost jumped for joy when I told him. "I'd love to swing on your love muscle!" he gushed. He gave his name as 'Robin', as in Batman's prag as he put it. I told him mine. "Pleased to meet you Terry." he replied as we shook hands. We ended up making a date. He said we needed to use rubbers since he wanted to stay negative. I had used rubbers a few times before, mostly when fucking women before I discovered the superiority of gay sex. Before my first gay sex I had always fantasized proving my manliness by fucking another man, proving I'm more a man than the one I fucked. My first piece of a man was right after getting married when a guy cruised me in a rest stop mensroom. Cumming in him was better than any orgasm I'd had in a broad. After my divorce I was free to prove myself more often. I went to the drug store and bought some condoms. One of the women I'd fucked said a certain brand seemed rougher in her twat and asked me not to use that brand again because it wore out her vagina. I bought that brand. I went to Robin's place from the park and ride lot. He welcomed me with open arms, hugging me as soon as the door was closed behind us and then he got us a couple of beers from his fridge. Two minutes later we were swilling beer and then stripping. His lithe body which was a decade younger than mine looked great. I thought of how he'd look a few years later after my poisoned spunk infected and ravaged him. My dick seemed to jump at the thought. I let him suck my cock which felt good. His mouth was a good cunt so I let him suck me to orgasm and swallow my cum. He then asked me if I liked getting rimmed. I told him I did. He got out his rimchair. Soon I was on the seat of honor reading a dirty magazine while his tongue and mouth worked wonders on and in my hole. It was easy to tell he was enjoying rimming me as much as I enjoyed getting rimmed. He kissed, sucked, licked and orally caressed my ass. He hummed in delight while also caressing my thighs and reaching up to feel my hardening dick. Over half an hour later I was ready to give him my second load, but this one was going to go up his ass. I had him suck on my dick before he lay on his stomach on his bed. He watched me open my condom and put it on my dick. I then had him suck my sheathed dick which felt unique. What he didn't see was the petroleum jelly I used for lube, knowing how it degrades the latex. I then mounted him, lined up my shot and shoved it up his ass. He winced and whined but I was able to hilt myself in a couple of thrusts which seemed to tear his insides a little. I liked the snug feeling of his love-tunnel around my dick, how good it felt for me as his hole seemed to contract and twitch a little around it. I also thought of how great I'd feel when I gave him the gift. I let him get used to it for a few moments before I began fucking him. I took it a bit slow at first in order to let the grease begin its job of weakening the condom as well as give myself more time to abrade his rectum. He was in pain but my dick felt really good. He said my dick was the biggest yet he'd taken but he liked a big studly man using his hole. After a while I began twisting my hips a little as I fucked him in order to tear his rectum and sphincters a little more. I gradually increased my tempo as he got used to it. I knew he was feeling a little pain and wanted to keep the pain level up which I accomplished with increasingly harsher thrusts. I fucked him faster and harder, waiting for the condom to fail. It took a while. Being cut my dick wasnt as sensitive as an intact dick so it did its job as I wore his hole out. He seemed to feel more discomfort as the fuck wore on. My dick was rock hard, turned on by its forthcoming mission. I fucked him harder and faster with occassional snaps of my hips to slam it home as well as varying my stroke and tempo to keep him off balance to prevent him from getting used to a rythym which would make it easier for him to take the fucking. I finally felt the condom give way and began pounding him, holding him in position as he began to struggle and whine at me to take it easy. "Fuck you!" I growled, punctuating each word with a snap of my hips which brought tears to his eyes and joy to my meat as I pounded his ass good. My dick was feeling really good as I ramped up my tempo and stroke. My cum was boiling up in my groin as I dug my nails into his upper arms to help keep him under me. I raised up my upper torso, my arms straight while holding his, and pumped faster, piston-thrusting in him, feeling my excitement build as I anticipated pozzing him. I reached my pre-climax and jack-hammered him into the bed, then I rammed a couple of more full-stroke thrusts in him, stiffened and hilted myself as my dick exploded in that utmost excellent feeling of male orgasm as my love-gun shot half a dozen rapid-fire spurts of my deadly HIV-laden cum up his ass. I thrust again, slamming it home numerous times to further abrade his rectum and pump more 'gift' into him. My great feeling orgasm enveloped me as I filled him with my toxic love-poison and changed him forever. I corkscrewed my hips a few times as he cried and begged me to pull out. I remained on and in him enjoying a fantastic-feeling afterfuck enhanced by my knowlege that I did the equivelant of shooting him. I wasn't about to withdraw right after cumming. I'd be damned if I'd be rudely insulted by an asshole running to the john to shit out my cum like some assholes have done in the past. I wanted my cum to remain in him so my gift had a better chance to enter his system, so I lay on his back feeling his tenseness under me. A friend of mine had compared pozzing someone to the thrill when he shot his first V.C. soldier in Viet Nam. The difference was that Robin the asshole I fucked would die a slow miserable death thanks to me (or whomever else would have pozzed him had I not scored him) unlike the enemy soldier who died a quick miserable death in minutes while my friend's dick hardened in his pants. I flexed my still half hard dick in him as he sobbed under me. I slackened my grip on his upper arms and raised up my upper torso again to thrust some more. I thought of how my death-carrying sperms were swimming around in his sore hole, my penis forcing them into the walls of his rectum, my deadly virus penetrating his worn tunnel into his bloodstream to breed and multiply like an overpopulated city to spread through his system and eat him alive from inside. I finally pulled my spent dick out of his ass. It had blood on it so I knew my mission was accomplished. I grinned as he got up. "Suck this clean." I told him as he got up. He looked like he had lost half his brains and I had to repeat myself and reach for his head. He tried to pull back but I grabbed his ear and pulled his head to my crotch as he cursed. "Fuckin' bitch suck your damn shit off my dick!" I ordered him as I grabbed his other ear. I pulled him to position, warning him not to bite it. I rocked my thumbtips to push my thumbnails into the skin of his ears which forced him to open his mouth and accept my dick and his obligation to clean up after himself. He did a good job of sucking my dick clean and making it feel good the way he had when he first sucked me off. I felt like a conquerer as I further subjugated him. "Suck hard while I pull it out of your mouth. Remember to keep yer teeth off it." I ordered him. He obeyed and I pulled back until my dick left his lips with a kissing sound. I released him and began getting dressed. Even though I had given him a break by not making him drink my warm beer on tap he didn't seem to like having been fucked and used and asked me where my condom was. "I don't know, it might be up your ass." I said, not caring. He could shit it out later. I left him sitting on his bed. We had each done our part, him pleasing my dick with a nice tight hole and me pozzing him while enjoying fucking him. Robin was at the park after a couple of days. He said something about having to get his ass sewn up and admitted that I'd thrown such a good fuck into him that he had cum on his bed from getting fucked by me. He didn't invite me for an encore but knowing how well I fucked him I didnt think I needed one although it would have been nice to use him for a cum-dump the way I was using that hole at the gym and the fairy at work. He continued to cruise that park, mostly as a bottom, sucking cocks while his ass healed up, but also fucking or getting sucked off by less masculine guys. A few weeks later I noticed his absence, but after about a month he came back. He didn't look too well, like my ex-wife had looked after a bout with pnuemonia. He didn't seem too happy either but did tell me how bad his flu felt, like he had been beaten-up in an alley. I was quite satisfied that my sperm had conveyed 'the gift' to him. I didn't tell him about my flu but I did have to will my dick to stay soft as I got on the express bus. I willed myself to pay attention to the road driving home from the park & ride lot. Once I got home I stripped and began jerking my deathray while admiring myself in the bathroom mirror wishing I was fucking another piece of HIV-virgin ass. I noticed the look of joy on my face as I thought of Robin under me as I filled him when I came in my hand. I put it to my mouth, licked it and tasted a sample of the poison cum I'd pumped into Robin. I reached back down and grabbed my weapon, feeling its power to slowly kill as it still seemed to throb in my hand, the last of the load of deadly cum oozing from it. I knew that even with the meds my life would deteriorate, as would that of Robin and the subsequent assholes I'd fuck. I was already dealing with the side effects. My looks declined as the years went by. The bug-chasers started noticing me and would hit on me so that many of my conquests were 'chasers. Knowing they'd end up looking like me didn't phase me at all, I still had that thrill of injecting them with my death-seed. I had the power to kill, the power of death, in my pants, carrying my mighty gun loaded with deadly bullets as deadly as those from a pistol, just much more slowly acting and a sexual turn-on for me every time I shot-off inside someone who was negative. I realized my orgasms were more powerful, more intense and generally enveloped me in the utmost pleasure when I pumped my deadly seed into a neg ass, certainly more so than when I fucked a guy who was already poz. So I used it wisely, not being a Johnnie-HIV-seed fucking every poz asshole I could get my dick into. Instead I limited most of my fucking to neg bottoms and limited my gift-giving only to bug-chasers and assholes some I felt 'needed' it.