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One guy, Jake, with whom I've been talking lately is, at 21, a few years younger than either Ari or me. Jake has known for the past four months that he is HIV positive, and he explained to me that he had chased hard for it, taking loads from guys who were up-front about being poz, as well as from random arcade glory hole cocks. Jake hasn't started meds and enjoys fucking around as both a top and a bottom. Since being diagnosed, he has fucked three chasers, two of whom have since tested poz but the status of the third won't known for a while as he won't be tested for a few more weeks. This tally doesn't include the possible infection of any guy who didn't specifically ask about Jake's status. All-in-all Jake estimates that, since converting, he has fucked six or seven guys, and taken an equal number of loads in his ass. Any how, I showed Jake pics of Ari, explaining that I wanted either have my Ari himself poz me, or have him arrange for me to be pozzed. Jake was definitely down for it, and asked if getting Ari to cheat on me would be easy. "I honestly don't know," I replied, and then asked "anyhow, how would I know if Ari cheated unless I caught him in the act?" Jake suggested I should orchestrate a 'chance meeting' with Ari where Jake could test the waters. I thought for a minute, and then mentioned Ari worked in a retail clothing store. With that information Jake came-up with a plan to determine if Ari would cheat on me, and if he did, it was likely Ari would end-up poz. And, if Ari didn't cheat, well, the door to a three-way was always open. With that, Jake instructed me not to have sex with Ari for awhile and asked where he worked. I agreed, and gave Jake the information, and also told him what days Ari has commented on as being slow-customer days. Thus armed, Jake could pick a time when he and Ari wouldn't be distracted by other customers, and during which Jake could test the waters.

With a big nod to Scottyrim’s story “Steamroom.” ____________________________________________________ When I entered the steam room, the hot moist air billowed around me and then settled down again as I eased the door shut behind me. I looked around me and saw two young guys were sitting on the right side platform and they were jerking each other. On the left side, two guys were sitting towards the back. The two young guys were rather well built,but the the two on the left looked a bit gaunt and wasted. I knew what that meant, although I had to admit that they still looked kind of handsome. I sat near the two guys on the right and attempted to join in their play but they made it plain that my participation was unwelcome, so I sat quietly for a while, enjoying the stress-relieving heat. As I looked around the room, my eyes kept returning to the two guys in the opposite corner. Each time I looked, their eyes were gazing at me steadily. Neither hostile, nor friendly, they just seemed kind of curious as they looked back at me. I smiled nervously and this got their smiles in return. One of them, he was the shorter of the two at about 5’10”, got up and came over to where I was sitting on the wooden platform. He had a very nice cock, somewhat swollen from all the heat. It waggled temptingly back and forth as he crossed the room, making it impossible not to stare at it. “See anything you like?” he asked. I was too tongue-tied to respond. “I do,” he continued, and with that he reached out, put his hands on my bare shoulders and pushed me flat onto my back. My legs were still hanging over the edge, bent at the knees, so that my toes were just brushing the floor. Then he leaned over and started gently manipulating my cock. I was getting charged up and it felt amazingly good. I didn’t know what to think. My mind was racing. This guy was pushing all the right buttons but he was clearly in the grip of the virus. I knew that what we were doing was safe but it somehow seemed to be going awfully fast. I knew we should stop at some point but I could not clearly figure out what that point was going to be. All I knew was that I was getting hotter and hotter and it wasn’t the steam. He kept stroking, squeezing and tugging my dick, rolling it in his hand and gently pinching the head. My eyes closed, and my head began rolling around with my mouth agape. The massage stopped and I felt a hand gently grip my chin. I opened eyes and looked up as he turned my head towards him. I saw that he had moved up along my body, walked around the end of the platform and was now right next to my head. “You like that, don’t you?” With that he leaned over me and his cock swung forward and hovered over my still open mouth. He gazed at me calmly and said, “There’s something you can do for me!” I shook slightly as a thrill or shiver ran through my body. “Relax! Everything’s gonna be okay.” With that, he smiled and lowered his cock into my open mouth. I moaned in surprise and fear as well as sheer lust. He repeated, “It’s gonna be okay.” Now, I’m a born cocksucker so my mouth knew what to do. I suckled on the head, then moved up and down his growing shaft. I felt his hand return to fondling my dick, but when I twisted my neck to look down there I was shocked to see that his friend had taken over that task. I hadn’t even heard him get up and join us. He nudged his way between my knees. When he suddenly widened his stance my legs were spread apart. His cock was fully erect, not too thick, but about eight inches in length. At this moment I knew I was in great danger. Here I was with two men clearly infected by the bug. One was see-sawing his cock in and out of my mouth, and the other was standing between my legs, his hard cock already starting to drip toxic pre-cum. The two young guys opposite had ceased their play and were silently staring at the unfolding scene with a mixture of wonder and horror. They could see that I was in trouble. With the stranger’s dick in my mouth I couldn’t do much more than utter moans which could have meant anything. I gazed at them with mute appeal. Could they possibly save me from this situation? With relief I saw that one of them jumped up and hurriedly left the steam room. Help would be here soon, I thought, until he suddenly returned alone. He had gone to retrieve his phone so that he could capture the events on video. Despite my fears, I was also consumed by sexual need. These two men had seduced me, with hardly a word being spoken, and now I was teetering on the verge of the unthinkable. I looked up. The first guy smiled reassuringly. I could tell from his unwavering expression that there was no chance of stopping them. Some part of me had already surrendered to their will. It was simply understood that I was going to bottom for them. Here and now, with the other two as witnesses. The taller of the two gaunt men began to nudge into me with his cock. “Uh-uh!” said the shorter man. “Today, I go first!” With that, he changed places with his friend. As he entered me, my toes began to flex and curl as the flash from the phone camera lit up the room.

I've been struggling with how to write this next part because it is a progression of increasingly bareback sex, but all with random partners I met on the a4a, grindr and CL. I am going to combine them into two sections, before Michael and after Michael, my next boyfriend. This is only going to be a portion of the dozens of guys I actually hooked up with online over the years, but a good snapshot at how I was totally giving in to bareback sex. At this point in my story, I was 26-27 and I had been trying to use condoms regularly and failing for years. You've read how the need for bare cock and cum was increasing. Ever since John said I was too slutty to date, I was more and more berating myself and saying that I needed to be a "good boy" or I wouldn't find a boyfriend who'd want to be with me if I was too slutty. Besides the guys I met at John's party, I wasn't fucking anyone. I'd meet guys at bars and parties and go home with them and mostly just do mutual oral and play around a lot. I had fun, but not getting fucked was starting to cause and urge. I was online one night chatting with a few guys. I rarely met guys online because I was afraid I'd meet a stalker or a killer or something. It was much safer to meet them in public right? LOL. One night I was really horny and it was getting late and I was edging, watching porn, and chatting. I was chatting with this one dude who was kinda attractive, shorter than me, blonde, but disproportionately large eyes which kept him from being hot. He had an average cock (had unlocked that pic), liked getting his ass eaten, loved to give head, and was a total top. He lived a bit away from me, but I was really horny. He lived closer to downtown than me in a highrise building. I really wanted to have sex, but parking was going to be a bitch. He said he had a garage, but didn't want to give me a "guest passes" because he could only buy a limited number each month. My cock was rock hard because I'd been edging and I couldn't believe I say it; but I said, "If I let you fuck me bareback will you give me a parking pass." Of course his answer was yes. I was in flip flops, running shorts (no underwear) and a tank top and there in less than 10 minutes. He grabbed my semi hard cock as soon as I walked in the door and we started making out. In less than a minute, I was sitting on his couch, naked, with him sucking my cock. Online had never been my thing, but this was hot. After a while, he said lets go to my bedroom. He got naked, we made out some and he told me to eat his ass. I did. He had a nice smooth ass and it made me wonder if he really was a "total top." I ate him for about 10 minutes and his cock was so hard he said he had to fuck me or he'd cum. I bent over his bed and said, "Fuck it's going to be so hot to bareback your hot ass." He asked one last time if it was ok and I said fuck yes. He then lubed my ass and his cock up and slid inside my ass. It hurt at first, but like I said he had an average cock so the pain was only there for a few seconds. He fucked me really well and jerked my cock. He wasn't going to last long, so I asked him to put lube on my cock so we could cum together. Within a few minutes he said, I'm going to cum and shot his load in my ass. I came a just after and he caught my cum and licked it off his hand. I used the bathroom to get cleaned up, put on my clothes, got the parking pass, and left. The parking attendants must've known what I'd just done, but I didn't care. Less than a week later, I was online again and chatting. There was a hot marine a few miles away in an apartment building. He was normally very much a bottom and was a bit older than me - mid to late 30s. We'd been chatting some and he eventually asked about fucking bareback. I said I had fucked bareback and he said, "If you let me bareback you I'll fuck you." I said yes and was at his house fast in what was now becoming my online hookup outfit, tank top, running shorts (no underwear), and flip flops. I got there and his roommate let me in the outer door as she was leaving. He was talking on the phone when I got upstairs. He motioned for me to sit on the couch and kept talking. He was talking to someone about tests and studying, track team, stuff like that. I was like, "What the fuck is all this." He grabs me a beer and rubs my cock as he is talking. He sits next to me on the couch and I'm not kidding, he says to the guy on the phone (his son), "Make sure you use a condom." I was floored and almost burst out laughing. Here was this regular marine bottom dude who was only willing to fuck me if I let him do it bareback telling his kid about using condoms. He got off the phone and we made out and he got me naked. He took off his shirt and we went into his room. He had floor length mirror closet doors. I got to watch myself as this dude dropped his shorts, lubed his cock, slid it in my ass and fucked me until he came in my ass. I fucking loved watching myself get fucked in the mirror. We cleaned up after he sucked me off and swallowed my load and said maybe next time we can flip. I was like sure, but that never happened. LOL. Another night, it was late, like 2 am and I wasn't drunk but had been drinking. I was chatting with these two Latino guys who both had 8.5"cocks. They were not that attractive, but their cocks were amazing. The guys lived a while away and I decided fuck it, I'll drive. They were very clear about wanting to fuck bareback. I was like, sure. At this point I was almost always getting fucked bareback by my online hookups. I got to their apartment in my hookup outfit - tank top, shorts (no underwear) and flip flops. We got right down to it because the one guy didn't speak English that well and the other guy had to translate. I slipped out of my clothes and got on their bed. The thinner guy got behind me and started eating my ass right away. The chubbier guy got on the bed and stuck his cock in my face. I sucked it. After a few minutes, the thinner guy grabbed a basket of lube and condoms. I realized at this point that the chubbier guy had been the only one chatting with me and the thinner guy didn't know I'd agreed to get fucked bareback. He took out a condom and I said, "You don't need that." The guy asked if I was sure and I said yes. So he lubed up and fucked me. His cock was a lot bigger than anything I'd taken recently so it took a minute for me to adjust. He slid in and out of my ass so well, I was moaning around the cock I was sucking. He starting fucking me harder and I was in fucking heaven. I could see myself spitroasted in their mirror above the dresser and I was so hard. When I'd come up for air, I'd look over at myself being a total slut and was loving it. One of these times, the thinner guy abruptly stopped fucking me and I realized my ass warm. He'd shot in my ass without telling me. He pulled out, went to the bathroom and I heard the shower start. The chubbier guy slid down the bed and I'd been sucking his cock so it was wet. I sat on his fat cock and slid right down thanks to my spit and the cum already in my ass. I rode him for a few minutes and he said get on all fours so I can cum. I got on all fours and the chubbier guy starting ramming my ass. I was so open my this point that I just put my head down on the bed and let him rail me. He roared as he came up my ass. He had been jerking my cock but the pounding my ass was taking got all my attention. As he came I felt so awesome and he jerked my cock one more time and I shot all over their bed. A few minutes later, I was out of their place and driving back to my apartment. That fuck was awesome and I could feel their cum running out of my ass as I drove. So hot. More to come.....

Ari and I had been together for about a year. We met at a local gay club on 'studs in suds' night, which is where all guys are expected to show up wearing only undies and an under shirt, (or less), to party and dance in a dance club full of soapy suds. We were both in our early 20's, drunk, covered in soap and nearly naked, so it wasn't all that unexpected when we ran across each other, even given the size of the crowd. Over the year since we have enjoyed a growing love for each other, while still being able to enjoy outside fun. We agreed upon certain rules, however: we would only play with others while we were together, only play safe with others, always tell the other if we were flirting with someone else, whether online or in person. What I hadn't told Ari is that I love poz play. i have tried to get him to play bare with a few of our random hookups but it never panned out. Online I talked with guys almost daily about taking poz cum or watching it get shot into my boyfriend's vers hole. I want to be pozzed so badly but Ari would never approve, unless it was his idea, (even if he didn't realize as much).

On my way out of town stopped by local gay complex in St Petersburg FL for a quick cruise before hitting the road for a work trip. Was early but spotted a guy cruising, we chatted but he was a local too so he didn't have a room. This guy is beefy with huge arms and chest and I can tell by his shorts he is camando. He suggested a rest area nearby that has a beach where guys cruise. We park and walk down the beach to a wooden area. He pulls off his shirt and drops his shorts around his ankles, i drop and start to suck his thick cock. He is rock hard instantly and spins me around and starts eating my ass. I am holding onto a tree as he works my hole good with his tongue preparing it for his entry. After he has got me nice and wet he stands up and inserts his cock in my hole and starts ramming me good. He is pounding me so hard i am holding onto to the tree to keep from falling, soon he lets out a very loud grunt and starts to yell loudly with the sound only made when cumming. If anyone is around am sure they heard it. After he unloads i reach between my legs and feel his cock still inside me but my hole is dripping with his load. He pulls out, pants up and we walk out of wooded area to our cars. Have a bit of small talk about our relationship status and both of us head south for work. Great way to start a week!

I was at the office today and really bored so I thought i would go on bbrt and i found a top who was very nearby and wanted a pig to take his load before meeting his friends. The only problem was he could not have guests and I was at the office. We tried to figure out and it became complicated but I was so horny for cock and cum. I decided to take the plunge and ask him to come to the office but told him I would meet him in front and we would need to fuck in the bathroom (which is never used on the weekends). He said sure. He came over and was hotter than I thought - we went to the bathroom I sat on the toilet and sucked him till he got hard. He then commanded me to turn around and spat on my hole. He shoved his very thick cock inside me and pounded me until her shot while i was bent over holding onto the toilet. He zipped up and left I pulled up my pants and went back to my desk feeling his load wet on my pants and oozing out from my hole.

Next part?? LOL! That was the END. I thought that what made this tale hot was the silent seduction. Progressing from thinking, "uh-oh!" to the point where he realizes he's going to, OMG!, bottom for them willingly. We all know what comes next...all that fucking and sucking and pozzing that is much, much hotter if left to the imagination! Glad you liked it!

Thank you for saying this. Not nearly enough men have the balls to actually do it. I hate making those phone calls, but I do it. We need to take care of each other.

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."

Part X As I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and took a sip, I could hear more groans coming from the living room. I was always proud of myself when I was able to keep Drew from almost immediately rebounding from the sheer punishment he had learned to crave. Normally he would already be begging for more, but I could tell that having to hold in his orgasm while he had been so close to the edge had sapped a lot of energy from him. I filed away that information so I could create even more grueling sessions for him next time, but for now at least he had earned his reward. As I stood in front of the open fridge I could feel the heat and sweat pulled from my body by the cold air. I felt the coat of fluids on my cock and balls drying out and enjoyed the buzz of satisfaction from having savaged and injected two holes tonight. Unlike the fuck machine moaning on my living room floor, I needed a little downtime before I would be ready to go again. I had prepared for the long weekend ahead of me, but I knew I had to pace myself so I could remain in control, especially when I was breaking in a new fuck toy like the slab of meat passed out upstairs. After a minute I closed the fridge and walked back out to the living room. Drew was still lying on his back, but was trying to remove the shirt tangled around his arms and neck. I loved the sight of his compact and muscular upper body as he twisted his limbs to finally free himself, like a magician trying to escape from a straight jacket. He was also kicking his legs to try and get off the clumped jeans that had been my impromptu restraints as I savaged his hole. Our sweat had soaked through his clothing, making it stick to his skin as he tried to pull them from his overheated body. His still throbbing cock had left a trail of slime past his belly button and across his abs as his whole body flexed. I could tell from experience that he was still very close to the edge. Once his cock had been roused it wouldn’t go down until he had shot his poisoned load. Whenever I would deny Drew, it would shake and flex in desperation to get release. I considered it my personal mission to make that its natural state. Finally, as he pulled the ruined shirt over his head and kicked the jeans off his feet, he collapsed back down onto the floor, finally nude and coated in fluids. I knew that even laying still his battered hole and prostate would be throbbing in tune with the pulse flowing through his cock, sending aching signals up to his rewired brain. When he finally opened his eyes and focused on me, I could see the disbelief at how collected and composed I was compared to the state he was in. As I smirked at his amazement, his eyes were once more drawn down to my deflated cock which had slightly hardened from watching his toned body twist and contort. I could see the hunger in his eyes, but knew I was in no state at the moment to satisfy it. Snapping my fingers, his beautiful blue eyes quickly shot back up to my face as the last of the fog cleared from his brain. “I thought I told you to go upstairs, unless of course you aren’t interested in meeting my new cum slut.” An involuntary flex of his cock caused a fresh bead of precum to squeeze out of his slit as his breathing increased and his eyes quickly turned back to the stairs. As I strode past him he quickly got up and followed me up the stairs to the bedroom. I entered the room and found my muscle stud sprawled across the bed just as I had left him, still passed out from the torture and ecstasy he had endured earlier. The only difference was that during the time I had spent downstairs teaching Drew a lesson, the drugs had time to take full effect, and his overworked cock had been forced back into a painfully hard erection. The contrast between his throbbing cock and his limp body exposed the truth of how easily he had been conquered. Both Drew and I knew that his insatiable dick was the cause of his downfall, and that we would continue to hijack it to completely break the rest of his body and mind. I sat down in a chair facing the bed and began to nurse the cold beer I had brought. After taking a swig, I quietly nodded to Drew and gave him silent permission to finally have his turn with my latest prey. Drew approached the bed and drank in the sight of the stud passed out on it. I could tell that Drew approved as another flex of his groin caused his shaft to bob in the air. Even more precum joined the rest of the slick coat that covered his huge pole and dripped over his balls. He slowly climbed onto the bed, spreading his weight out between his hands and legs, and stalked towards his exhausted prey. He almost looked like a spider traveling across his web, perfectly placing his limbs on the invisible strands and leaving his victim completely unaware of his approach. Once he was behind him, he reached past the unconscious hunk and took one of my pillows. I watched as he pulled off the pillow case and tossed the cushion off the bed. Drew grasped the wrists of my slut and gently pulled them behind his massive torso to the small of his back. He took the soft fabric and slowly but firmly bound his wrists, giving a final sharp tug to make sure the bonds were coiled tight. Normally my new fucktoy would have been able to easily shred his way out of these restraints, but I knew the agony of the long hours when I had battered and abused his body in the basement while all his bulk hung unnaturally on his twisted limbs meant that now he would be as feeble as sacrificial lamb in the hands of Drew. Even though he was still out cold, the sore aches covering his body felt every small strain Drew made preparing him for his feast and caused more deep moans of pain. Drew eased the stud over onto his back with this arms now firmly trapped beneath his body. I could hear Drew beginning to breathe harder and harder while his nostrils flared like a bull preparing to gore his prize. It had been over a month since I had let him fuck anyone, that whole time spent surrounded everyday by over a dozen other hard and brawny firefighters all working, sleeping, playing, sweating and showering together, making Drew frenzied with unfulfilled desire of all the pure testosterone around him. Letting his beautiful cock go untouched for so long seemed like a crime against nature, but I knew that it only intensified his need to plunge deep inside a quivering, unwilling hole and pump load after load of his dirty seed inside. Once Drew was crouched between his legs, he slowly grabbed the bikers’ ankles and began to push them up into the air. Still motionless on his back and unaware of the new danger, my biker began to groan even more as futile warnings of pain tried to force their way into his brain. But they were still too weak to penetrate his complete exhaustion. With slow inevitability, Drew maneuvered his prey until his ankles were resting gently over Drew's shoulders. Drew pressed his hands behind the knees and began to fold the legs back down until his prey was folded completely in half, with his feet dangling straight up above him in the air and his ass lifted completely off the bed. The bikers stiff cock was now pointing down across his compressed stomach to the bottom of his chest and aimed towards his face, and I had to smile at the sight. I could imagine how many holes that massive rod had forced its way into and dumped shot after shot of boiling cum, only to end up throbbing totally useless across his broken body in complete neglect. As his ruined hole became completely exposed, I could still see a ring of my dirty seed oozing past the red and inflamed lips that were just barely managing to stay closed. I heard Drew draw in a sharp breath as he finally saw his prize and his own huge cock throbbed even harder with desire. Rising slowly off of his knees on to the balls of his feet, Drew leaned over his prey and maneuvered his huge cock until it was directly over the battered hole. He moved steadily until the head of his cock was gently kissing the lips of his prey’s ass, smearing the outside of the battered hole in a fresh glaze of loaded precum. He froze, his body locked in position straight as a board, with all of his body weight balanced between the hands holding his prey’s legs behind the knees and the balls of his feet extended out behind him. He remained motionless, savoring the conquest that his prey had absolutely no way of stopping the brutal mauling he was about to endure. I could see his shaft throb in desperation to have anything stimulate it and push it over the edge to his long denied orgasm. Suddenly, his entire body seemed to tense and flex like an unleashed bow, and he slammed down his 10 inches of steel, burying it to the hilt as his bare balls slapped against the violated hole. I saw the limp body below him shudder from the force of the impact traveled through him like an unstoppable wave and grind his shoulders into the mattress. Drew's bloated cock ripped into the defenseless ass and only the fact that he was unconscious saved his tortured ring from being torn open. The slick coat of precum on his cock mixed with my venom that was already smeared inside him and let him plunge deeper and wider than I had ever been able to go. As Drew's pelvis slammed into his prey, the slut's eyes shot open and his mouth gaped with a silent scream, unable to breathe from the avalanche of agony that crashed through him and caused every muscle in his body to spasm as if he had been hit by a bolt of lightning. His pain clouded eyes locked onto Drew's that were staring down mercilessly at him only inches above his face. From my vantage point I watched his ruined ring spasm around Drew's buried shaft like a dying animal trying to escape from the fang sunk deep into his flesh. As if jerked from a string, I saw both of the orbs in Drew's sack yank up against the base of his shaft and a torrid of toxic cum blasted from his balls. Drew's own ruined asshole began to convulse over and over, pushing out a fresh stream of blood and dirty cum past his ring. His massive cock pulsed with the same rapid beat, stretching and flexing with each jet of boiling venom injected deep inside his prey. Drew grunted over and over as he poisoned the broken demi-god beneath him while riding a wave of ecstasy. After over a dozen shots had been pumped and flooded past his still trembling ring, my cumdump finally took a shuddering wheeze and began to try and thrash away from Drew. But even in the throws of pure pleasure, Drew fingers dug deep into his huge legs, keeping a grip as firm as iron as all of his weight pressed down and held him bent in half. The already ruined muscles of the biker turned what would have been a titanic battle of perfect studs into a sack of quivering flesh beneath Drew's rigid and sweaty body. The futile spasms weakened by the second under Drew's unflinching stare as he seemed to mesmerize his prey with those hard blue eyes. Finally, everything was still and time seemed to stretch as Drew's cruel and handsome face was burned into the new poz cumslut's exhausted and broken mind. True to form, Drew's rod had remained as stiff as steel even as it bathed inside a pool of pure heat in the ruined hole. Then, Drew began to slowly pull his hips back into the air, and from the depths of my bikers body his cock slowly slid out like a branch being pulled from thick mud. The taunt ring of the biker's ass was dragged up like a tent on his pole from the friction of flesh on flesh. I saw his red and puffy ring ripple and dance over each engorged vein on Drew's dick as it relentlessly rose from the depths of his cunt, sucking up a fresh coat of filthy cum along with it. On and on the shaft seemed to rise, and I began to wonder how Drew had plunged all of it so deep inside his body. At last, the bottom of Drew's swollen glands ground up against the inside of his sphincter, and with a jolt like an anchor catching on a reef Drew's massive cock jerked to a stop. After making his whore whimper in terrible anticipation, Drew's cock plunged back down to the hilt, meeting no resistance from my biker's submitting hole as his balls made a wet slap against the bloody cum forced out around his plunging shaft, only to rise back up and then plunge over and over again to the music of pain-laced squeals. I settled back to enjoy the rest of the show as a trickle of blood began to pump back into my well used cock. Note: Definitely looking like it's going to take more than one extra chapter. Lucky you guys.

First, my deepest apologies for keeping you guys waiting. I can't believe it's almost been a year. I know I promised to write a chapter everyday until I was finished with the story, but I had no idea how long this was going to end up being, and this was my first story I had ever written and I had no idea what I was getting myself into. With just my current entries, I am already at 29 pages of single spaced 11 sized text on my Word document and still not finished. Honestly, I am amazed I pumped out as much as I did at the time. Second, while this story potentially wraps up in the last chapter, I always envisioned a final chapter to wrap things up in a more conclusive way. The trouble with writing a story as a stream of consiousness is that when you run out of steam, you get lazy and move on. I just finished re-reading and proof-reading my original document, and while I cannot go back and edit in my corrections, I do feel like I owe you guys the proper ending to this story. I'm going to be busy this weekend, but I wanted you to know I'm at least back at the keyboard. Also, there is another reason I wanted to finish this story now. I think you guys should be rewarded for your patience, and I think I know the best way to do it. It doesn't make sense to start on your next inspiration unless you have finished your old one. =)

At this point, the biggest thing a bottom could do to increase my pleasure is let me whore him out in a bathhouse or gang-bang situation... slip a blindfold on him, stick his ass in the air, and let any dick in the place go up his ass while I orchestrate the scene and feed him poppers to keep him going. Really into taking away all control from a man and turning him into a cum whore existing only for my (and other men's) pleasure. Want to apply? Hit me up via message.

Part VIII I returned to my bedroom and put down the glass of water next to the bed. I soaked in the sight of his abused and limp body as he lay passed out and completely at my mercy. He was still coated in a mix of dried cum and sweat from when he collapsed to the floor of the basement. I knew that the hours spent hanging in the chains had been the hardest and most painful experience his body had ever endured, and that his aching muscles would be easily overpowered all night. The viagra had finally worn off after the hours of torture and multiple orgasms, leaving his denuded cock flaccid. I reached over and wrapped my fist around his shaft and gave a few hard squeezes to see if it would stir. A moan forced its way through his unconscious state, but still his defeated cock remained soft. I knew I would have to fix that since his night had just begun. My helper was on the way to begin the next part of his descent into a dick starving cum whore. Picking the water back up from next to the bed, I dropped in the powder of a crushed Viagra pill and stirred until it dissolved. I knew he was dehydrated and needed more than one drink, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t revive him too much so he would stay on the edge of exhaustion. I wanted his body feeble and his mind weak to the sensations that would bombard him. I had ground down the apex predator, and now had to build a true poz cockhound out of the raw materials. Propping up his head, I began to slowly drip water into his mouth. Even dead to the world, his desperate body immediately drank everything that was given to it. After five minutes of patiently feeding him more water and drugs, he finally consumed all of the glass. As I dropped his head back unto the bed, I noticed a faint pulse appear in the veins lining his shaft. I knew he would need to time to warm up, but I was in no rush to begin the next stage before he was completely ready. With almost perfect timing, I head a strong knock on my front door, and knew my helper had arrived. Still nude and covered in dried sweat and fluids, I went back downstairs to allow my guest inside. As I confidently pulled open the door, I saw a very familiar face. Drew was special for a few reasons. Out of all the demigods I had lured into my trap and consumed, Drew’s name had the honor of being tattooed as the first of my list. He was the same height as me, but had a beautiful tan that made him a bronzed brown. Some people looked horrible with a tan, but Drew’s tan made him a worthy of a statue. He had dark brown hair that was buzzed short, and blending invisibly into his hair was a trimmed beard across his jaw. He also shaved his neck up to the jaw ridge, making his powerful muscles and tendons stand out like steel cables on a suspension bridge. But behind the dark skin, brown hair, and beautiful face was his most striking feature. His deep blue eyes stood in stark contrast to all the dark skin and hair, and many times I found myself getting sucked into them and the raw hunger I had planted in them. I always did have a weak spot for blue eyes. I grabbed onto Drew’s shirt and pulled him into the hallway. He didn’t resist as I pushed him against the wall and forced my tongue deep inside his mouth while I kicked the front door shut with a bang. He kept his arms flat against the wall as my hands roamed his chest, pulling and kneading his sensitive nipples and ridges of muscles. As I pressed hard against him I could feel his body squirm with pleasure as he was manhandled, and I could already feel blood quickly pumping into his hardening cock. Drew was a firefighter on the local force, and I made sure he kept his body in peak condition. Underneath his tight shirt there was the lightest dusting brown hair across his chest, and also on his lower arms and legs. I always made sure that his cock and ass was as bare as I had made my prey earlier in the evening. Drew was the young playboy of the fire department before I had run into him. He had scored more pussy than most firefighters did, and with his sweet innocence and gorgeous looks he never had to take anything by force. He would boast to his macho colleagues about all the pussy he would get, but privately was just as happy riding all the willing men he could find. Drew was a slave to his cock, and would put it anywhere to get off, which he did often. It was his pure lust which had made it so easy for me to lure him into my trap, as his naivety and sex drive had made him totally oblivious to any danger he might face. As we both finally started running out of breath from the continuous assault on his mouth, I finally pulled back and grabbed him around the jaw. Pushing his head back until it banged against the wall, his eyes were still locked to mine as he looked down his raised face. I dragged my other hand down the ridges of his abdomen and slid it inside his pants. I latched onto the base of his cock and clenched my fist hard. His cock was barely shorter than the biker’s rod upstairs and it was just as thick. But on his slightly smaller frame, his bare dick looked monstrous in comparison. I couldn’t imagine how many pussies and asses his cock had pried open before it became mine. It felt like a hot steel pipe in my hands and I continued to try and squeeze the blood back out of his shaft, to no avail. A high pitched whine escaped from him as he heaved in more air, and I saw him keep looking at me with a painful hunger he was desperate to satisfy. The harder I squeezed, the more his body would squirm across the wall, locked in place at his jaw and his cock. I smiled as I saw that despite his raw need, his powerful arms remained pressed against the wall even as his fingers tried to dig into the hard wall. I knew that all my training had paid off, and he realized that with my willpower I was capable of giving him far greater pleasure than he was able to give himself. I kept him pinned there for a minute before I finally spoke. “I have a new toy for you in my room. I just broke him in tonight.” His eyes darted to the stairs, and I felt the pressure build in his urethra as it filled with precum. Still holding tight, I dragged my first down his throbbing shaft to his glans, and knew that a pulse of hot sap was forced out of his slit. His eyes quickly came back to me as the sensations from his cock flooded into his sex-charged brain. Relaxing my grip, I slowly glided my hand back down to the root, and once more clenched it in a steel vise. Another moan escaped from his lungs as again I dragged my clenched first all the way down, and yet another wave of precum was forced from his cock. “I’m thinking about letting you play with my new toy, but I’m not sure you’ve earned the right yet.” Again and again I milked his thumping rod, and soon everything in his constricted pants was coated with hot and slippery precum. His hands were clenched into fists, and his knees were beginning to get weak and tremble from desire. As more and more pressure built around his jaw from my unmoving hand, his moans were becoming louder. “Please!” he whispered, unable to withstand the torture anymore. With anyone else I would have punished them for breaking so soon, but I knew that as I stared into those deep blue eyes I was more vulnerable to him than he knew. His pure desire always infected me and wore down my usual resolve. “Alright, I’ll give him to you. But first, you are going to clean me up.” I dragged my hand from the root of his cock all the way up his glistening cock. As I pulled my hand out of his pants, more and more precum collected on my fist, and his shaft was forced and bent through the tight spaces in his jeans. Finally my hand broke free, and a third of his shaft was pulled straight up above the waistline of his pants and exposed to the cool air. I knew the pressure of his huge cock was distending the material and pinning his throbbing shaft in place. Every small movement would cause a wave of pleasure to flow down his trapped cock, and more and more precum continued to pulse out of his exposed cockhead and dribble down to his soaking jeans and shirt. I took my hand and lifted it up to his mouth, and then instructed, “Get to work.” His head lunged forward and his tongue and lips bathed my fingers as he licked at his own juices like a starving dog. Making quick work of my hand, I pulled my hand away from his suctioning mouth and headed towards the couch. I had been exerting myself for hours, and there was a lot more he needed to clean up before I would let him get to the prize.

Part VII My dick slid over his sphincter and buried itself in his crack. Leaving a trail of slime as I pushed forward, my pelvis finally connected with his clenching cheeks. I stopped and let his powerful glutes massage my rod, pushing more precum out of my head to drip down into his trench. I knew he would need all the lube he could get. I wanted to tire out his tightly clenched ass muscles as they tried to force the invading rod away from his twitching hole. Soon my precum was coating his entire crack, and I heard him give out a moan of fear when the first rivulet of my sap dripped all the way down and across his orifice. All the muscles in his back and legs flexed as he gave one final attempt of sealing any access to his untouched hole. I laughed as this just squeezed even more juice out of my encased dick, channeling it directly down his crevice and turning the trickle of precum coating his hole into a steady flow. After a minute of his desperate defense, he took a deep shuddering breath and collapsed back into his bindings. I felt the muscles in his ass spasming from the constant exertion, and began to slowly slip my slime coated dick back and forth across his exposed hole. I reached over to the chair, and picked up bottle of poppers I had left there. Uncorking the lid, I continued to grind back and forth as I reached forward to grab his hair with one hand. Steadily pulling until his back was arched and his face was pointing at the ceiling, I pushed the bottle under a nostril and said, “This will help loosen your ass mucles so that I don’t rip you open while I fuck you. You’re going to be tight enough as it is, and with all the precum coating you I think a bleeding hole is the last thing you need if you don’t want to turn poz tonight.” After hesitating for a moment, he finally snorted a deep whiff of the poppers. I switched to the other nostril and he repeatedly took heavy drags. I could see the drugs quickly penetrate his system, and the twitching muscles in his ass relaxed. Keeping a hold of his wet hair, I slowly pulled my hips away from him, and I felt the head of my dick slide down his loosing trench further and further. When it finally hovered directly over his now still sphincter, I stopped pulling back my hips and began to slowly ease forward. Pushing between the mounds of exhausted muscles and aided by the coat of personal lube, my cock sank deeper until finally landing directly on his tight hole like a bullseye. As my oozing glans connected to his defenseless portal, he was pulled out of his glazed state and realized that soon he would be fucked and ridden like all the bitches he had broken in. Anticipating his horror, I quickly jammed the bottle back under his nose and commanded, “Breathe!” As he started hyperventilating, more and more poppers rushed into his system and he sank back into his chemically induced buzz. Putting the bottle down, I used both of my hands to firmly grab his broad shoulders. I leaned forward over his bound frame, with my cock poised like a battering ram. Letting gravity take hold, I began to ease my hips forward as pressure built on his tight asshole. With agonizing slowness, I felt the ring of his sphincter stretch further and further as more weight began to build behind my digging cock. He moaned through the drugs and the gag, tossing his head, but he could not escape from the inevitable strain building on his last barrier of manhood. I felt his ring peeling back around my cockhead as more precum kept dripping out of my slit and helped ease me deeper and deeper. Finally, I felt the skin of his ring go taunt, and the head of my cock balanced between the stressed muscles around his virgin hole and the lining of his rectum that seemed to burn with heat. Then, like an opening fissure, I felt my cock slide past his ring and push deep into his chute. When my burrowing head slid into a wall, he yelped and his ass involuntarily clamped shut around my shaft. I gasped with pleasure, and I felt pulse after pulse of precum massaged out by the twitching pressure and start to glaze his channel. I held still and tried not to cum as each powerful clench milked my dick over and over. Once I was back from the brink and his ring had begun to adjust to being stretched and penetrated, I gently pushed forward to work the rest of my dick in. I slowly rotated my hips around, probing the walls of his rectum to find the path of least resistance. I paused every time his ring convulsed in pain, and pulled his head back to give him another draft of poppers. Each time I stopped, his contractions got weaker and weaker from exhaustion and the drugs. After patiently working my way deep inside him, I finally felt the hilt of my cock grind itself into his sphincter and my balls go flush against his skin. I flexed my cock inside him, and felt his muscles trembling in defeat. I pressed down on the small of his back, and felt his insides re-arrange around my cock as he was forced to arch his back. I leaned forward and said, “I’m buried inside you now. It’s time to see if you get to leave here clean tonight. Let’s see if you cum first like the cock hungry slut you really are.” Slowly I began pulling back my hips. I watched the flesh of his ring was pulled out with my receding shaft. It then dragged along skin as more and more of my cock emerged from his wet hole. When I felt my mushroomed head press against the inside of his sphincter, I halted and began to rock forwards to penetrate him again. Angling my cock to press deeply against his wall, I pushed deliberately against his prostate as I glided back down his slime covered chute. He groaned at the new feeling, and a bead of precum formed at the head of his hard cock. As soon as I bottomed out, I repeated pulling out all but the head and sliding back in. My precum continued to leak into him and soon his insides were plastered with it, causing the friction on my skin to fade away. Keeping a steady rhythm I sluiced in and out of his open hole, and started to glide my hands over his sweating body. Inside his drug addled brain, he was feeling sensations that he had never experienced before. The pain of his stretched sphincter began to slowly recede as his ring started becoming accustomed to being stretched further than it ever had before. The slick shaft sliding past it began to massage the defeated muscles with each thrust, and soon the pain was replaced by a feeling a fullness. The walls of his rectum were overpowered by the unyielding dick and my cock continued to grind against his prostate. With each stroke a wave of strange pleasure would penetrate his brain as more precum was worked out of his untouched cock to drip down to the floor. Combining with that were sensations coming from the rest of his body as I pulled and twisted at his flesh, causing his body to bend away. Each time he would try and squirm away from the pleasure caused by my roaming hands, pain would shoot down the nerves from his bound limbs and spread across his abused body as the toll on him from his unnatural position continued to build with every motion. All of these sensations kept battering away at his mind while I steadily hit him with fresh blasts of poppers. I slowly began to increase the speed of my thrusts, and adjusted my angle of penetration to push harder and harder against his throbbing prostate. Untouched, his massive cock was bouncing with each of his heartbeats, and the foreskin was once again completely pulled back from his painfully hard erection. The beads of precum began to flow in a thick stream as more and more of his sap was squeezed out of his prostate with each thrust. The fear began to build inside him as he felt an orgasm building even though nothing was touching his cock. The feelings he had never experienced before continued to work their way further into mind and trigger his pleasure centers. I watched as a fresh wave of sweat broke out across his body and his moans began to turn into pants. His fear soon transformed into terror as he felt his body approach the brink of the biggest orgasm he had ever had. He knew this was all wrong, that he would never cum from being fucked like all the men he had dominated. How could he be ready to cum without an ass, mouth or hand wrapped around and worshipping his manhood? He focused completely on preventing his hungry cock from bursting, and stopped resisting my manipulations. I smiled as I continued to slide in and out of his now wet and loose hole, and once more started to build up the speed of my thrusts. The warmth of his hole seemed to devour my cock with every stroke, and I felt my own orgasm building deep inside my loaded balls. I managed to maintain control and suppress the building urge while continuing to ply and molest his exposed body. I knew the terror he was feeling would stop him from cumming even as I brought him to the brink each time I battered his prostate. I could see the terror battling the rest of his body, as it sent wave after wave of sensation against his mental defenses. I knew that I was edging him right to the brink as I pummeled his bound body, and that he would be forced to hold himself there through an act of sheer will. Even as his mind was fighting desperately to stay in control, his cock and body were begging for more aching pleasure and stabs of pain, a slave to his biological need to find anything that would give him sweet release. His cock was madly flexing as it sought to touch anything that would set it free as pulse after pulse of precum flowed to the ground. If I had reached my hand around and given him even a single stroke, he would have emptied his balls. But I wanted to complete my conversion of this alpha predator to my begging cumslut. We both lost track of time as I reveled in the sensations coming from my own body as I tortured his with pleasure. After what seemed like an eternity, I realized I would not be able to hold back much longer. I gave him one final whiff of poppers in each nostril, and then wrapped my hands gently around his neck. As I slowly pulled his head back once more, my hands began to gradually get tighter and tighter. I sped up the speed of my thrusts, and felt the involuntary contracting of muscles in his body increase. Soon, my cock was pistoning in and out of his defenseless hole, and the head of my cock was battering into his prostate over and over. As it became harder for him to breathe, I could see his bound limbs flail with the last of his strength, causing even more pain to mix with the frenzied need to cum. His eyes were wide with absolute terror as he gasped harder and harder for air, to no avail. My hands continued to clench as I fought to hold back my own orgasm and completely cut of his lungs from life giving oxygen. Shuddering in place as I battered his body, his eyes rolled back into his head. But then, as the burning need built in his lungs, he felt the terror begin to recede. The fear slid further and further away with each second, until finally the tsunami of mixed pain and pleasure breached his broken mind and triggered the strongest orgasm of his life. The muscles in his sphincter locked around my shaft, and I repeatedly buried it deep into his palpitating prostate. With each of my thrusts, a jet of cum shot out of his cock and splattered on the ground. I drove my cock past his quivering ring over and over, as he shot the last clean load he would ever shoot. As the burning smell of the ropes of cum pouring out of his massive cock reached my nose, I yanked my throbbing dick out and poised it over his raw hole. It trembled to be released, and I groaned as I looked down at the man I had just broken. I saw diminishing pulses of cum flowing out of his cock in a strand to the floor while his perfect body was covered in a thick sheen of sweat. His muscles trembled from the power of the orgasm and the complete lack of air as kept my hands locked around his neck. I looked at his perfection as the life slowly oozed out of him, and suddenly an image entered my mind. I saw a scorpion holding down its quivering prey, held helpless and immobile in its claws. I saw the stinger poised above, waiting to strike. I saw the venomous barb lunge forward with lightning speed, as strike after strike of venom stab into the exposed flesh. I felt my balls unload as I lunged forward and stabbed my poisoned cock deep inside him, tearing past his clenched ring. I slammed into his battered prostate as a jet of my burning venom flooded his ass, causing a fresh blast of cum to shoot out of his dick as another orgasm of pain and pleasure flooded through his body. Again and again I ripped my barb out of his hole, and plunged it back in deep with each shot. With my final blast, I buried my cock completely in his hole, and released his throat. His limp body collapsed against the chains as he heaved and shuddered to breathe again. I stood still as I felt waves of ecstasy course through me while infected cum coated his raw insides, and the last dregs of my dirty seed were squeezed out of my slit. I savored the stink of our sweat and cum as it permeated the room. After slowly regaining a sense of time, I stepped back and looked down at my prey. I remembered the apex predator that had stalked into my house and dominated me like a demigod. I compared it to the groaning figure of contorted muscles covered in sweat as he hung helpless before me, with my poisoned cum oozing out of his gaping and bleeding ass. I saw the streaks of cum splattered on the floor and a final strand dangling down from his bloated cock. Flowing past his gag and down from his head, a string of spit trailed down to the ground. I knew that the apex predator had died in this room tonight, and that the poz cumslut I had bred in his place was taking his first painful breathes. I imagined my venom already pumping through his body, slowly eating him alive as it converted him. I could see it invading the temple of his body that he had spent years building to perfection, and despoiling every inch of him. I knew that for the rest of his life he would beg to have the cum fucked out of him, that every time he shot a load out of his neglected cock, only my venom would pump out and give him the ultimate pleasure. I reached down and dragged my finger across the head of his still steel hard cock, collecting the strand of cum hanging from it. Taking the last pure thing that would ever come from his body, I stuck my finger in my mouth and devoured his seed. I felt my cock twitch with renewed energy and return to full mast. As I savored his taste, I stepped forward and eased my cum and blood streaked cock back into his raw hole. A fresh wave of my warm juices repainted my plunging cock, and his battered sphincter didn’t even twitch as I plowed deeper into him until my balls slapped against his oozing hole. While he moaned, I reached down towards his head and removed the gag from his mouth. Again grabbing a fistful of his hair, I pulled his head up from the floor until his glazed eyes were facing the wall. Tilting forward as I ground against the walls of his rectum, I felt my chest connect and stick to his sweaty back. I kept leaning until my mouth reached his ear and said, “They always cum first.” He closed his eyes in surrender. I let go of his hair and watched his body fall loose in his chains in complete defeat. I began to thrust deep inside him, and ravaged the muscles and skin in his torso and bound limbs. Exhausted and in shock, he hung limp as I pummeled his body again and again, forcing air out of his lungs with each bottoming thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh mixed with groans of pleasure and pain as the night went on and on. I poured a constant stream of verbal abuse into his jumbled head while mercilessly digging his asshole wider. I battered his powerless prostate relentlessly. Each time his untouched cock would vomit out another load of cum onto the floor, I would plant more venom deeper into his hole and then continue to fuck him even harder than before. After draining 3 more loads from his now shrunken cock, I dumped my final load inside his gaping hole and took him down from the chains. He collapsed into the puddles of cum and sweat on the floor, passing out from sheer exhaustion. Tossing him over my shoulder, I took his ruined body up the stairs and dropped him like a ragdoll onto my bed. Leaving him in the room, I returned naked to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of cool, clear water. After drinking two glasses, I picked up my cellphone and sent off a text. Refilling my glass again, I smiled as I headed back up the stairs. I had consumed the predator that had entered my web. But the weekend was young, and now it was time to build up my poz muscle fucktoy in its wake. I also knew I would have plenty of help. Yes, I was definitely enjoying myself this weekend.

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.

This will be few short stories of innocent young men being corrupted....... First Story.... Jake and John were young couple. Jake was 23 YO white man and Juan was 28 YO Dominican. They met when they were still young at some rave. Jake was only 17 YO when they met and Juan took advantage of a young Jake tripping on E and took Jake's virginity. Juan and Jake used lots of drugs and partied around that time. Whenever they had sex, Juan usually fucked Jake while he was tripping high from partying. They also had sex with others when they partied. Jake started to get more and more interested in topping as well so often they picked up a bottom boy or two to fuck together. They started to get heavier into the PNP scene and fucked around a lot. One night, they picked up a cute Asian bottom from a club who invited them to his place. When they got there, there were few other men partying and having sex. The party was being hosted by a big black man who was the BF of the Asian bottom who spotted Jake and Juan a while ago to create an opportunity to play all together. There were lots of drugs being passed around. Asian boy was a nurse so he prepared few rigs and they all slammed. The party got wild and more and more people kept on coming over. Jake and Juan played with the Asian boy who turned out to be a really submissive bottom. They started to play the homemade vid of the black man host using younger bottoms to fuck with his huge cock. Jake was loving watching bottoms being used on the screen and started to get wilder on the Asian. He slapped the boys ass so hard and made lots of handprints on him. Asian boy seemed to love it more as harder Jake slapped him. The host came over to us and invited us to his play room in the basement. Jake didn't want pull his cock out so carried the asian boy to the play room while his cock was still embedded in the hole. The host repositioned and got ready to DP the tight Asian hole along Jake's cock. He gave some K to the asian boy helping him to open up to take both their cocks. They fucked the bottom hard for few minutes and stopped when the black man started to piss inside the boy's ass while fucking. This triggered Jake to start pissing as well and as they pumped in and out, it srarted to leak out of hole onto the floor. The Asian boy was just a rag doll at this point and both Jake and the black man used his body to jerk off their cocks. There were lots of other people around them pissing and fucking and the whole place reeked of sex, sweat and piss. This party lasted for a day or so and Jake played with the submissive asian bottom the whole time using the boy as his personal cum and piss dump. They also got carried away and shared needles with someone to slam. Few days later after sobering up, they got a bit scared so got tested and found out they were positive. Juan stopped partying and decided to live a healthier life style but Jake took the news badly. He started to party more and fucked around more. He also started to explore his piggy side more and more. His main target was young asian bottoms as Jake somehow blamed the Asian bottom for leading him to that sex party that night. He lured young innocent asian boys with good looks and charmed them to bed. Once he got them in bed, he used drugs or just physical strength to overpower them and use them for his pleasure.

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.

HIV+ top, not on meds since diagnosed 4 years ago

2 It had been an eventful few months. Once I was Mr Safe, and terrified of even looking at a bare cock. Now, somehow, like a reprogramming or brainwash, I was adapting to my new life. Thoughts got sleazier - it's amazing how many guys seem to know I'd converted. Leading me to believe there may be some app somewhere keeping guys abreast of these developments. Slipping a rubber jock under my work clothes was a given now, as you never know when you'll encounter a brother. Also, the amount of guys wanting to get knocked up is astounding. I felt horny when studs I'd fancied before were willing to beg me for my load - I never knew such a world would be like this. And despite my earlier fears, I was beginning to love it. I was going out more. It was on one of the Reunion nights where I bumped into 'Surfsuit' again. We spoke and hugged and caught up with stuff. He introduced me to a friend of his. After the introductions, I liked what I saw. Nice early 50s in shape guy in a rubber wrestling singlet and waders. Surfsuit turned and said "This pig has been out of the circuit and undetectable a long time, however he's spent the last few years being behaved with his partner. Unfortunately his partner and him drifted apart and now he is here. Meet Lee - he is ready to be detectable again. Aren't you Lee?" as he put his arm around him like some best mate or relation. "Yes, mate. Time for me to re-engage with the brothers", said Lee. This kind of chat was normal now. Like he was starting a job or a school. "I think you and I have a duty to welcome him back, no?" said Surfsuit. I nodded as I felt my cock stir. I, a protege, being asked to infect by my, essentially, Bugdad. I was getting horny thinking about it. As we moved all a little bit closer to each other, I could feel Lee almost go into heat. We made our way into the back area. I smiled in recognition to a fellow patron who I'd bred up a month ago, noticing him happily take whatever was given to him, with his freshly tattooed 'PIG' on his belly. Surfsuit, Lee and I found a quiet spot and began to make out. Lee was soon hungrily unzipping our crotches as Surfsuit and I snogged. Like some sick lovers ready to take a hitcher in, revelling in what was to happen. As Lee worked on Surfsuit's cock, I moved around to his hole and fingered it "Mmmm, really a bit tight there again" I thought. Apparently Lee hadn't had a cock up him in years, and so this was going to be interesting. And hot. I spat on his hole and started to work myself in as Lee hoofed on the amyl. Re-infecting was a new turn on that I'd not bargained for, but there was no way my load was going anywhere else than Lee's hole. And he wanted it too. I could hear Surfsuit muttering encouragement to us. He was telling Lee that he was doing what was right. He'll always be a brother, but now it was time to reawaken that sleeper cell. It didn't take me long to edge myself ready to cum, by this time Lee had latched onto Surfsuit's cock and was sucking on it like his life depended on it - which in some way, it was. Just as I came, Surfsuit shot into Lee's mouth and said "Let the Brotherhood reclaim you, brother". Fuck. It was horny, I'll admit. Lee, fucked by amyl and with toxic cum sliding from both holes, looked up and said "Thank you" as he turn and started to clean my cock with his mouth. It was another couple of months before Lee was seen out and about again. We'd kept in touch, and I'd watched him become reinvigorated. He took to cumdump duties like a pro, and his biohazard tat looked fucking hot under his see-through rubber, although the lucky would only see that when he unzipped his black vest. Usually while they were down on his cock, tasting it for the first time. I watched Lee perform with a guy while I sat with a cigar. The guy trying to struggle as Lee forced his newly detectable seed into him, turning the dude into an incubator and a future brother. It's the joy of Brotherhood. It's what we do.

I've been thinking about this more today, and you're right, I really feel like this is my role in life. Although mainstream society would not accept or acknowledge it, at least currently, I feel like there are some boys who are born simply to service cocks and provide sexual relief for men - this is what they are best at in life. In a more open, liberated society there would be official "jobs" for boys like us - perhaps we'd even get paid, but i'd gladly do it for free! I see it as a public service in the same way as a dentist or a barber is providing a service. Any time a man is horny or needs to shoot a load, he can come visit one of us. And what could be more selfless than giving a guy pleasure and helping him to cum? Seriously, there's nothing I enjoy more than getting a guy's dick hard and helping him to cum. I feel so proud and happy when I see him get an erection or shoot a load because of something i've done for him!

OMG What Did I Do? Part VIII Have to do a lot of thinking about what to do now. I definitely want to see, up close, and maybe even touch my online guy's huge cock, but to suck him? I am not sure I want to go that far. I love my boyfriend and we have never cheated on each other at all. This would be a big thing. I just can't seem to get that huge cock out of my mind though. What to do, what to do? I finally went to bed early as I was completely worn out from today and my mind going a million miles per hour. I barely felt my boy climb in bed when he got home from work. I did manage to roll over and give him a big hug and kiss, though, before my eyes closed again and I was out. That night I think I was dreaming all night long about huge cocks and gallons of cum flowing all over me. Woke up the next morning, a Saturday, with my love playing with my cock and ass. It felt wonderful. I turned to him with a huge smile and kissed him deeply and lovingly. We made love until past 10 AM. My hole was really feeling used and yet wonderful. I loved having it used and filled full of cum and my love always filled my hole good. We finally got out of bed and grabbed a snack as it was so late and we didn't feel like breakfast. My boyfriend headed to the den then as he had a lot of paperwork to catch up on from his busy week at work. I puttered around for a while and then got dressed in a jock strap, shorts and Tshirt and decided to go for a long walk and maybe a little running too. I grabbed my bag and out the door I went after planting a huge deep kiss on my boys lips. He told me to have fun and wished he could go to get some more exercise in, maybe tomorrow we could go together. I was half way to the trails when I remembered that THE guy might be there and then decided that he probably wasn't this late as yesterday had been fairly early in the morning. It was the only walking/running trail in town, so I didn't have much for options for my walk/run. I parked and grabbed my bag to put my shirt in as it was already getting pretty warm out. I opened the bag and found I had not emptied it from the day before and there was my huge dildo and my cock almost immediately got hard and my ass was twitching thinking about what had happened. I put my stuff in the bag and strapped it on and turned up the trail at a slow trot. As I approached the trail split I could not help but look up where I had been yesterday watching. I thought I saw a movement there and stopped to look. I was sure there was someone up there and now I even heard something from that direction. Curiosity got me then and I proceeded to sneak up the trail to see if I could see who was there. I moved a little to one side and soon could look into the little area there and almost fell over. There HE was, lying on a blanket, nude, but on his stomach so I could not see his cock again. I stayed still as possible, watching him and hoping he would turn over so I could see his huge dick and finally get over wanting to see it. I told myself that is all I really wanted is just to, one time see that magnificent monster, and I would be gone and not worry about it again. I stood there waiting and waiting. I was starting to get a little tired of the same position but was almost afraid to move for fear of making a noise and alerting him someone was watching. His head was turned away from me and he was almost but not quite full sideways to me. Then he moved and I held my breath. I was disappointed again as he turned onto his side now, but facing away from me and I still couldn't see. I was almost ready to scream. I decided it was time to try to back out of there as I didn't think I would ever get a look. I had just started to turn when a couple of guys came along the trail. I froze in place so they would not see me and watched them until they were out of sight. I was just getting ready to take a step when I heard THAT voice and it was right behind me. He was asking me why I didn't come and join him as he had been waiting most of the day now. I almost fell over from fright. I slowly turned and there he was about 2 feet from me but he had on jogging pants now so he was still covered although his cock seemed to be at least a little hard as there was starting to be a tenting in them almost down by his knee and a small wet spot there that had to be from his precum. I looked him up and down almost drooling and then looked him in the eyes as it dawned on me I was staring like a virgin or something. He then took a step and put his arm around me and started to escort me towards his blanket. My knees were almost like rubber and I could hardly look up as I kept looking at his cock under those sweats bouncing as we walked. My own cock was hard as it could possibly get. As we got to the blanket, he grabbed and helped me off with my bag, tossing it to the edge of the blanket. He then gently pushed me down saying to have a seat and get comfortable. I sat down and my eye level was pretty much looking directly at where the head of his cock was and it was very obvious now that it was getting harder and the wet spot was now a good 5" around from precum. I could do nothing but sit and stare. He then knelt down and asked if I wanted anything to drink. He told me he had tea or Cokes in his cooler. I opted for a can of Coke. He handed me one and grabbed one for himself also. We opened them and I took a quick sip to try and calm down. I finally was able to look up and he was smiling. He told me he just knew I would be back for that bj today. I stammered that I had thought he would be gone by now and was just taking a jog and walk for exercise. He smiled more and told me it was probably in the back of my mind and that is why I came up there. I decided it would do no good to argue the point, besides, maybe I had subconsciously thought he might still be waiting. He reached out and started to rub my leg, telling me he loved the taste of my cock and cum from yesterday and really wanted more of it. His hand went higher up my thigh and then into my crotch and grabbed my hard cock which also was leaving a huge wet spot on the front of my shorts from precum. He pulled my shorts away from my body and ran his other hand over my stomach and down and into my short rubbing my hardon through the jock material. I was almost ready to blow my load right then. He let go then and pushed me over onto my back and started to pull my shorts off of me. I lifted my ass up and then he all at once grabbed my jock strap and pulled it down and off too with my shorts. He then pushed my shirt up and I lifted up and helped pull it off over my head and then kicked off my shoes and socks and was then naked laying there. He sorted of whistled and then his head came down onto one of my nipples and started to nibble and lick it and then across to the other one. While he was doing that one of his hands was caressing my neck and head and the other one was rubbing my legs from my knees to my crotch but not touching my cock. He was driving me wild again. Then he looked up at me and asked if I had my dildo with me. I nodded and looked at my bag. He reached over me and got it and unzipped it and took out my huge dildo and then found my lube also and brought them over and laid them beside me. He then continued to lick my nipples some more and then very gently started to kiss his way up till he got to my mouth and then kissed me and I returned the kiss and then his tongue was in my mouth and I was sucking on it and our kisses got hotter and hotter. I felt like I was burning up we were getting so hot. Then he broke off the kiss and started kissing downward, lower and lower again, stopping to kiss and suck each nipple again and then downward again to by stomach and then down lower until I felt his nose bump into the head of my cock. It twitched then and again I thought I was going to blow my load but he moved away a bit then. He continued downward clear to one knee and then kissed his way back upwards on my other leg till he was again at my cock. I was almost delirious. The pleasures going through my body were out of control. I had no idea of anything by his lips burning and caressing my body. Then he opened his mouth and took in the head of my cock. He kind of just stayed like that for a bit, driving me crazier wanting him to take the whole thing in and devour my meat. An eternity went by then and finally I felt my cock slowly entering deeper into his mouth until the whole thing was in and his chin was bumping my balls. He held still again and the ever so easy he let my cock loose until only the head was still inside his mouth and then down went his head again and back up and down. My cock was throbbing and I had no idea what was keeping it from erupting but I did not want it to yet as I wanted this fantastic feeling to never end at all. The heat of his mouth was almost unbearable and was driving me on and on and on into a place I had no idea about before, only that it was marvelous and I never wanted it to end. Then he all at once let my cock rest with just the head in his mouth and was moving about some. He then turned around and FINALLY I got to see his huge cock and it was right in my face. It was very definitely a good 11" long for sure. I was in a daze as I reached out for it and then found out how truly big around it was too. My hands came to within about an inch of getting around a beer can but I was a good three inches short of reaching around this monster. I was shaking so badly I thought I would fall apart at any moment. I gently ran my hand up and down that magnificent beauty of a cock. I faintly heard a groan come from him and then his mouth was back on my cock again. I almost jumped into the air when his lips engulfed my dick. I regained a little composure and started to examine this huge monster I had my hands on. As he was sucking my cock so good again, I felt his hands on my ass then. He had grabbed the lube and my dildo and was lubing me up too. He then pushed my dildo into me until it was buried in my hole deep as it could go. He then started to ram it in and out of me like he had the day before while sucking me with renewed vigor. I could not help myself then and opened my mouth up and all I could get in was just the head of his huge cock. The taste of his cock and his precum were fantastic and I started to suck for all I was worth. I was beyond caring at this point and did not even think of my boy as I was in another world completely.

It takes a lot of drunk urge for me to post this but, I am on prep and I still dream of a daddy making me positive. Please don't flag me I mean this!

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.

Part VI I arrived at the park quite early and didn't seem to be anyone around the area at all yet. It was already a nice day out. I walked up the trail a bit looking for a good hideout and watch spot. Needed to be well hidden but also have a clear view of the trail and yet not a long ways off either as I did not think to bring binoculars until I got there. I thought of that and it would have been a lot safer even as I could really get a ways away and still watch good. It took me about a half an hour of looking to find what I thought was a good spot. Only about 10 yards off of the trail but well concealed by bushes and brush but also open enough to see well and it was where the main trail split into two so if he turned off I would still see him. I thought this is an ideal spot. I settled in and put my bag down and laid out a blanket I had brought with me and sprayed the area for bugs too. Would hate to be flailing at bugs when he came by and caught me like that. LOL I brought along a book and settled down to read and watch the trail and see who would come by and hoped this was a good day for him and I would finally get to see that huge 11" cock even if it would probably not be hard while walking along. I was sure hoping he stayed fairly well hung while limp as many would be 'growers' and look smaller so hope he was a 'shower' as well has huge. Soon I could hear someone coming and a guy came around the slight bend in the trail, but I was somewhat disappointed it was not THE guy. I took a look anyway and was pleasantly surprised a little as this guy had a pretty damn nice cock of his own. Wasn't hard but seemed to be up at least a little and looked like when up it could probably be a good 7" or a little over. Very nice I thought. He went on up the trail and it was only just a few minutes until I heard another guy coming. I was definitely surprised this time as he wasn't hard but seemed to be up some also and looked to be a bit larger than the first guy that came by. I thought, this could be a good day, at least for looking. It was starting to warm up too, so I thought, what the heck, I am well hidden, and took off my shorts and shirt and just sat back down in my jock. I had barely sat down when another guy was coming along. This guy seemed to be stroking his cock as he walked along. Very cool is all I could think of and wow, his cock definitely looked to be a good 9" long. This was really getting good I thought. That guy barely got out of sight when another one came along and this time my mouth dropped open for sure. Crazy day or what? This guy definitely was hard and looked as long as the last guy but huge around like a beer can. My mouth dropped open and all I could do was stare. As he got out of sight, I found that without thinking I had three fingers up my own butt. I was really turned on by this. This was even better in some ways than my computer where all I could see were cocks a long ways away from me. I grabbed my dildo and decided I just had to play some as I was really getting turned on by this display of cocks and my ass needed more play for sure. As I started to play by rubbing my dildo on my hole. I grabbed my lube and then rubbed a lot on the dildo and just as I was rubbing lube on and in my hole I heard another someone coming. It dawned on me that it was coming from the other direction though. I turned my head to look and the last two guys came walking down the trail together and stroking each others cocks as they walked slowly along. They got basically right in front of me and stopped for a bit and were really making out hot and heavy for a bit and I thought for sure they were going to fuck right there. Then they finally broke apart a little and walked on down the trail again. I found that again, without thinking, had my entire huge dildo buried completely in my hole and hadn't even known I had done. My hole was on fire and needing attention badly after that display. I laid down on my blanket on my back then and raised my legs up and grabbed my dildo with both hands and started ramming it in and out of my ass. God, those two guys were hot. I thought of both of those cocks doing me and then thought, what the hell, all 4 of the guys that had gone by, one after the other after the other. My cock was standing at attention for sure as I rammed my dildo into my ass faster and faster with both hands. I was so hot I could have lit a campfire, I think, with the heat I was generating. My cock was tingling and I could tell I was getting close to cumming without touching it. I had my eyes closed and then I thought of THE guy and his huge cock and hoped he didn't come by for a little bit yet as I would miss him for sure as I could not stop now. Then I felt it, not my orgasm, but a hand touching my cock and both of mine were still on my dildo. Before I could open my eyes another hand gently covered my eyes and THE voice told me to just lay still for a bit. I almost shot my load when I heard this voice. Then I felt what had to be his lips cover the head of my cock and ever so slowly my cock slipped deeper and deeper into his mouth until I felt his chin resting on my stomach. It was exquisite and all I could do to not shoot my load immediately and he seemed to sense it and eased up a little and then his hand squeezed the base of my cock to slow the feelings down a ways. Then he took it all in again and then let my cock out until just the head was encased in him and I could feel his lips so soft against the underside of the head of my cock. Fantastic. Again his head went down slowly engulfing my cock anew. Torture but oh so fine. I reached my hand out trying to get ahold of his cock but he pushed my hand up until I felt a nipple. I stroked it and pinched it and pulled on it and he was moaning in pleasure, or maybe it was me. Oh what feelings. Then I felt him take ahold of my dildo which I had almost forgotten about and started to stroke it in me in time to his mouth on my cock, in and out and in and out, oh so slowly and tantalizing. The he got faster and harder with the dildo, ramming me even faster and harder than I could do myself and his mouth sucking furiously on my cock. Then it was happening, my ass started to twitch and my cock erupted in a huge orgasm and splash after splash of cum was going down his throat. It was so intense I almost passed out and then, no more. As I came down from my high, I opened my eyes and he was just going out of sight over the hill. He stopped just for a moment and turned and waved and finally I got to see his cock and even from a distance of about 50 ft. I could tell how really huge it was. WOW I started to get up and yell for him to stop, but was just too slow and weak from my own orgasm and he was gone again. DAMN, I wanted to at least touch that cock now that I had seen it. Just too far away. Damn, damn, damn. What a tease.

We broke up just around Christmas. Just in time for winter break and I headed home to see the family and some old friends. I sent Aaron, neighbor that used to fuck me, and email saying I was coming home and he emailed back saying that he was going to Florida with his family. I was bummed out about the whole break up. It wasn't I great Christmas. I was scheduled to leave my hometown just before New Years and go back to school and party before 2nd year, 2nd semester started - the semester you land that internship which gets you your job after graduation (supposedly, it did for me). One night I heard the my neighbor's dog barking and realized that either Aaron's family had left the dog at home (unlikely) or they were back. I pulled on my coat and went outside and saw Aaron bringing in some bags. I helped him and said, "I heard the dog. What are you doing home." There was some story. Drama! His mom and dad were there and I said hey, Aaron, his dad and I grabbed some beers and they lit a fire in the family room and we all hung out for a bit. We'd been friends since our mom's met at the bus stop going to work when we were five. He and I played baseball, football, Nintendo, everything together until we had started messing around. His parents went to bed to give us time to "catch up." Aaron and I chatted about school and work, etc. We switched to bourbon (love his family's bar) and after a bit he asked about Will because I hadn't mentioned him. I told him what happened - the cheating and he saw how down I was. He kissed me and said, "Will's stupid. You're the hottest ass I ever had. Too bad you don't live here." We laughed. He started asking if I was still mostly a bottom and stuff like that. He said guys can become more versatile in relationships and I agreed but said that hadn't happened with Will. He asked if I had loved him and said I think I really had. Probably still did. We poured more booze and he told me about the guys he'd been "seeing." Eventually we kissed again. His bedroom was on the first floor so we just took our drinks and went to his room. I knew what he wanted so I took off my shirt right away and kicked off my shoes. We sat on his bed and kissed. We leaned back on the bed and made out some, but we knew he was going to fuck me so it didn't take long for us to be naked. I sucked his nice 6" cock, kinda thick, but nothing like Will's perfect cock that had filled my ass for six months. Instead of fucking, I just continued to suck his cock until he said he was close. I didn't stop sucking him and then I did something with Aaron that I'd never done in our 10 years of messing around. He came in my mouth and I swallowed his load. After his cum high ended he said, "That was so fucking hot. Did you do that with Will?" I said, "First Date." He laughed and said, "You changed for the better." We laughed hard and just hung out naked for a bit. I hadn't cum yet and Aaron asked if I wanted my ass eaten. I said, "Fuck yeah" and I spread my legs and lifted them up. He laughed and said turn over. I did and got on all 4s and he started eating my ass. He had never eaten my ass before I was loving it. He asked in between licking my ass and pushing his tongue inside past my sphincter if I had had my ass eaten before. We'd never talked about it, because we usually just fucked and did oral. I told him I had and he asked if Will was the first. I told him about Matt from that night in college (part 1). He stopped eating my ass to listen and he grabbed some lube and fingered me while I told him about the whole thing. I even told him that I'd let Matt bareback me. He wasn't shocked or disappointed. He said, "That's so hot." He asked if Will barebacked me and I told him, "Every time. Even the first time." I asked if he had barebacked guys since I knew he hadn't dated anyone seriously yet. Aaron said, "Most guys like it bareback. Just not everyone does it bareback." I said, "You didn't answer my question." He told me a few guys. I said, "Hot." He leaned in and kissed me. We kissed for a while with 3 of his fingers in my ass. He then asked if I let those guys cum in me. I said, yes. He said, "Hot. Can I bareback you?" I kissed him and said, "Yes." He immediately pulled his fingers from my ass, lubed his cock and placed it on my asshole, He started pushing in and I guess I'd gotten easier for a 6" cock to slide in my ass after getting fuck by Will's 8" cock. I moaned and let him slide all the way in. He said, "Wow man that's the fastest I've even slid into your ass." He just started sliding in and out of my ass. I let him take over and kind of pound my ass for a while and said nothing. I was moaning some, but really thinking about Will. Aaron started to jerk me off as he fucked me. My thoughts came right back to him and how good he was making me feel. He asked if he could cum in my ass and he said, "I really want to breed you." I agreed and said, "I wanted his load." He came in my ass like a flood. I was so turned on. He stopped fucking me but didn't stop jerking me off. I came like a minute later and we kissed. He said, "You should've told me that story about you getting bred years ago. it was so hot cumming in your ass." We made out and I went home, but we fucked around for a few more days before I left to go back to school. We never used condoms again. Mostly because we only ever fucked during one other time period when he came to visit me at school. After that he got a boyfriend and stayed monogamous. After I got back to school, I started to think that barebacking wasn't so bad. I just had to be careful about who I let bareback me. I'd only do it with guys I was dating or knew really well. I'd never let a trick/hookup/one night stand fuck me bareback again.

Paris theater last night. One of the sleaziest places in Portland. Went into the "gay" area, took off all my clothes and just bent over the railing. Some older guy came over and started fingering my hole while he jerked off. I coiuld tell by his breathing he was about to cum so I told him to shove it in me. he did. i waited there bent over the railing leaking for about an hour and got one more load

just back home from NYC Took 7 poz loads there this week. Four of them in a row at Paddles at the Jacks of Color Party. One HUGE cock that wrecked my hole then left me leaking. The other three were random hookups

I just found out my BF has stopped sleeping with me in his words Your OLD and Ugly and you turn cocks soft you have for years you would be better off dead and move on so I have made my choice to let strangers and others do to me what I would never let him do and I am not going to reject or refuse any cock that wants or needs to get off no race age or build rejected my ass is yours to drill nail pound breed and seed take pictures and video tape web cam it I don't care I do enjoy smelling dirty socks as I am fucked and love to sniff on sweaty sneakers I enjoy being pissed on and I love when guys show up with buddies without asking he will be at work Monday morning from 7am till 3pm I will be hosting at my home and I will be only wearing black knee high sports socks and a black jock strap and tank top all you have to do is show up and walk in say your here for the slut and pull out your cock you can do me in the living room or the bedroom you can fuck me for 5 min or 3 hours I am only doing this to prove to him when he gets home that others enjoy using it and I don't need him to want it or ever touch it again text me at 954-865-6076

This is the kind of cum dump bareback bottom I want to be for Poz daddies!!!!

Like others already said. When hear those words, or similar, I back up on his cock so he is in ballsdeep and contract my ass muscles to milk every drop of cum out of the top.

I like to refer to mine as "My (or your) HOLE".. don't mind a dominant top breeding my CUNT. Don't care for "pussy"

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.

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?

i like mine being called a cunt, but i usually don't call it that myself unless the top does it first since i've met quite a few men who find it a turnoff.

I think there is a basic core root for the hatred/fear/dismissal of homosexuality. A long time ago, governments could rule the masses with force, but that took a lot of bodies flowing in to the ranks of soldiers. Force alone tho would not work 100% of the time to rule in the masses, and the leaders knew that, so they partnered with churches ( hence, todays tax free status of prime real estate if the church owns it) The church- be it Catholic, Protestant,Muslim,Jewish, or any other- had a directive- scare the fuck out of the masses with the prospect of some super being watching their every move, and anyone who misbehaves will go to HELL!! (or whatever evil place their book of fiction created) And since both the church, and the government , needed foot soldiers ( priests) , those men who found sexual pleasure and release with another man were not producing fresh babies to be fed into the military or rectory. In a weird sense- the church and the government knew what cum sluts today know-- cum is a very honored and precious item ! So birth control was taboo, homo sex was taboo, abortion was the ultimate taboo. Church and state thrived as their followers grew and the sheer mass fed the church ( as I recall, the Catholic church had a certain expectation that one son or daughter from each family would follow the "calling", and of course governments recruited the young into the military--some as a civic responsibility; other times by force-- and hence they had fresh bodies to throw at their next enemy. A lot of our current shifting of opinion comes from a connected society- fewer people exist under the dominance of the church as they became educated and aware, and today, most warfare can be done by robots and drones, so having a non stop supply of hard bodied young people is not the same crisis it might have been even 50 years ago. And, maybe if everyone was at least bi-sexual, there would be a much greater resistance to killing that hot fucker across the trench from you, and instead a nice long hot sweaty fucking would be better <g>

I was messaged by a member of this site who is also on BBRT(where he got in touch) "Have you heard of The Orgy Guy?" To which my answer was no. "Get invited to an orgy, you wont regret it stud ;-)" This piqued my interest so I googled this orgy guy. In coming across his blogspot page I was met with the same nervous excitement that comes over me when I discover a new fetish, or meet a new guy that I know will push my limits or pull me out of my comfort zone. Like the kind of Top who messages you in the same "you are a slave and I will hurt you" tone of voice in which his profile is written. Who doesn't ever speak to you like a human so you are not sure if they are fully sane. That nauseous but horny feeling was creeping up on me when I was reading the conditions on rsvping to one of his events and thinking "am I actually gonna do this?". After some thought, the answer was finally "fuck it, let's do this". However, I realised I couldn't actually find a contact address or info on his blogspot page, the only other site he was on was a google plus account, so I thought that would have to do, since I could find no email address anywhere. No response. For days no response. Maybe he didn't do orgies any more. Maybe he(like many including me) never checks his Google + account. I had to get a better contact. So back to the barebacker, I asked if he knew, after all it was this guy who suggested him. He was slow to respond but eventually I got an email address. Before I go on, anyone in the New York City area or those planning to visit, I highly recommend you try one of these Orgies, the guy who runs it is one of the nicest guys you can meet and it was a great experience. I emailed The Orgy Guy with his requirements, my stats, some info about myself and a full body pic(nude). The only real requirement is that you are in some way height weight proportionate, he's in no way a body fascist, but anorexic or morbidly obese was a no-go. He even had stats on his site about the average age range and top to bottom ratio. Now the Orgy Guy ran two different nights. Peak and Eruption. Peak is a night for guys who use condoms, and Eruption is for guys who go bare. For the purpose of this site and fantasy, I want to say I attended the Eruption party and was filled with 50 cumshots from anon guys. BUT, since this a completely honest account of my time, I must tell the truth. The truth is, I had no intention of catching hiv or anything else, and although I had a few Bareback encounters I was doing my best to be smart about the guys who I slept with, guys who seemed to not only claim they were neg, but who were recently tested or got regularly tested. My attempts so far were working, according to my rapid hiv tests that I was frequently taking at local free clinics. If I was to enter the Eruption party, all bets were off. What am I going to do? Ask every swinging dick "do you know your hiv status?" before they fuck me silly? Not only is that putting guys in an awkward position(which I wouldn't want to do), it just doesn't fit in with my submissive nature. So if I rsvp'd to Peak so I wouldn't have that problem and I'd enjoy the fuck just as much. The Orgy Guy responded and gave me a list of the next event. Which was only two days away. I couldn't wait. The Party went from 7 till 1, in a nice apartment in Manhattan, I decided to show up at 8, as by then there would hopefully be a few people there already. I stand across the street, watching the door to see if anybody enters. An man in his late 50's enters the apartment which confirmed for me that it was the right place. I head to the door. The Orgy Guy greets me and I enter the apartment. As you walk in there is a toilet to the right, to the left a screen. Behind the screen is a bed and some chairs, with porn playing on the TV. I got stripped down to my boxer briefs and put my clothes into a bag and gave them to Guy. Then paid the 10 bucks donation and decided to tour the apartment. Upstairs was the toilet, bed and seating area, downstairs(the basement) led me to two rooms. One room, a small room with two stools and a sling, made my cock twitch immediately. I had never been in a sling before, this I must try! The next room was a larger benched(or ledge) area with a bunk bed type structure that acted as a tent(as there was no bottom bunk, it simply acted as a den) and a shag rug on the ground. All dimly lit with candles and smelling of incense and poppers. This is where everybody was at first. 6 guys all in a circle, nobody noticed me enter the room. They all seemed to be watching something. I walk over to watch. An older guy (daddy type with beard) on his knees sucking the dick of an athletic black man(mid 30s). As I watched, I could feel hands groping my arse and bulge. I look to the guy who's groping me. A guy in his 30's attractive, very good body, which is normally someone I wouldn't go for(too young and too toned) but I was determined not to turn down any cock that came my way. He immediately goes in for a kiss, we make out and he gropes my ass cheeks. Pealing down my underwear and grabbing my cock to jerk it stiff, I wonder if the attention has shifted from the blowjob. As I come out of the kiss for air I notice it has, a few people are watching. One joins in, two fingers pressing against my hole. The guy I'm making out with pushes my head down to his very nice uncut cock. I think this was the first uncut dick I've seen since I arrived in the states. Other than mine of course. Instead of pulling back the foreskin I slide my tongue underneath it and taste the precum that has built up, before going down on it. I suck and jerk his cock for a few minutes before he takes my hand and stands me up. Thank God, as my legs were beginning to cramp. "Come with me" he says, he's very soft spoken. I start to wonder if he's even a top. All the while this is happening I've been groped and fingered by random hands in the darkness. This seems to be the norm at orgies people feel their way around, as if they're not quite confident enough to just grab me, but not too shy as to just watch. Plenty of molestation then they walk away. It's a nice kind of attention I never received before. I was led to the sling room. In the sling room was a man sitting on one of the stools, and another older guy in the sling stroking his cock with his feet up looking relaxed. "Oh it's taken" says my new friend, and with that he walks out of the room. I stay, standing there watching the stroker. "Hey baby" speaks a deep Texan voice. I turn to look, it's the guy on the stool, he is absolutely huge. He must be at least 6'7" a large build, not toned but big, one might say muscled, but not in a body builder way. Just a man mountain. This turned me on deeply. I walked over to him and he stood up, dwarfing me in his shadow. "Please be a top" I thought, his cock was big, in proportion with his body. We immediately make-out, I try to wrap my arms around him, rubbing his cold ass cheeks and trying to warm them. His dick is pressed against my sternum, which gives you an indication of how big he was. He holds me like a child as his tongue invades my mouth. "So what do you want to do?" he calmly asks, he is totally in control. "Whatever. I'm a bottom so..." "Well I'm versatile, so that works out well." He walks over to the sling and asks the guy if he minds that we use it. He obliges. I stand with my back to the sling and make-out some more. He lays me back on the sling. The warm sweaty leather makes me drip with precum. He straps up and wipes some lube on my well fingered hole. Slowly he pushes himself into me, maybe it was the angle but this was not comfortable. I felt like I had to pee really bad, perhaps it was his size, this was the biggest cock I've taken so far. It's pushing against my bladder, and if it was kosher and an ideal fantasy, id simply piss all over myself. But I'm a polite sub so I hold it in and take the slow deep thrusts he offers up. I'm counting the thrusts, wondering when this is going to feel enjoyable. He's so fat I can feel and hear the rubber of the condom squeaking. Is it going to pop? He's enjoying himself so I'm prepared to let this happen, he is sweating a lot, I really want to wipe his head and chest and lick that sweat, but he's standing upright so I can't reach. Then he leans forward and embraces me, his arms sliding between my back and the leather sling, I get drenched in his sweat as we kiss. This position turns me on so much I could probably cum hands free. "Do you swallow boy?" "Yes Sir" "Ok, open up" I open my gob and expect him to walk over and finish off in my mouth. But to my surprise he's already cum. He slides his condom off. It's been filled. He places the open end in my mouth and squeezes the top and slides the cum into my mouth. It's thick and plentiful, and he rubs my stomach as I swallow it back. He's happy that his seed is inside me one way or another. At this point 3 or 4 guys were standing watching in the sling room, it's a very small room so this seems full. As this giant who's load I just swallowed leaves the room, another man, sort of a scruffy cub type (young, mid 30's stubbled, hairy body and a nice belly(solid)) positions himself at the base of the sling. Instead of pushing his cock into me, he grabs the chains and pulls me towards his cock. He slides in nicely, much more comfortable than the tall Texan. He makes sure he's deep before he pounds it. This feels amazing! I start to get chills through my body, I notice a guy stroking his cock in my periphery. I turn and begin to suck it, it has a strong musky smell, hot. I feel lips on my calf muscle, then teeth, some guy is making out with my leg. Two other hand rub my chest, stomach and nipples. This is fucking hot. Almost every part of my body is in some way being used to get these guys off, I've never felt so wanted and useful. The scruffy cub leans in closer with his mouth open, I remove the cock for a second to kiss him. As he gives me a sloppy kiss I feel his back, it's covered in hair and sweat. I'm happy to discover my newly found love of other guy's sweating on me, it's really primal. The cock is shoved back into my mouth. The cub begins to pound hard and fast. Who is this guy chewing on my leg, kissing and licking it up and down. I can't see due to the cock in my face. One thing I notice is that this cub doesn't seem to want to cum, any time he gets close, he'll pull out and kiss me or suck on my nipples. This guy, who'd normally be too young for me, is quickly becoming my favourite fuck yet. The animalistic noises he makes as he rails my ass, the beard and body hair, the not-too-big not-to-small size of his cock. I want to make him cum though. So the next time he gets into a flurry, before he can pull out to relax. I spit the cock out of my mouth, unhook my heel from the jaw it was clamped in, wrap my arms around the back of his neck to pull him in for a deep kiss, and hook my legs around his waist and pull him in. My freshly chewed calves push against his his hot sweaty ass, and I feel it clench. He hammers me deep, he snorts, he growls, he bites on my lips, drooling into my open mouth. Biting my neck like a vampire his arms buckle, and he collapses on top of me. He's cum! That felt unbelievable, went straight into my top 3 fucks of all time. He kisses me and leaves the room. I need to be upright for a moment so I get off the sling and wipe it down. I resist the urge to lick it clean. I wipe myself off and head upstairs to see what else is going on...

Sliding in balls deep and feeling the actual flesh of another man grasping the base of my cock.

OK so Mr. Craigslist and I met another 3 or 4 times over the duration of my stay, the routine was almost the exact same every time, and I got to know him as a very nice and generous guy. However, I thought seeing as I'm in New York I should try something I never done before. Go to a gay bar. Now I wouldn't have ever considered myself part of the gay scene, I never went to a gay bar, don't dance to club music, and never listened to Liza Minnelli. Just not my thing. I also had a misconception about this being the kind of audience a gay bar caters to, shame on me. I'm not effeminate and don't look for that in a sexual partner. Every hook-up I've ever had up until this point had been organised online. Using the internet, I decided to look for any bars in the city that'd cater to my interest generally older, bear/daddy types(at least that's what it was at that time) and found Ty's. This sounds good, this'll be my first place to visit. Well, to say I was a nervous wreck would be an understatement. I must have walked past the place 3 or 4 times before I went in, I was terrified. Go figure, the guy who wasn't nervous in the slightest to meet a stranger from craigslist is scared to go into a bar full of people in a well lit street. Whatever the logic, this was the case. But I built up the courage put my head down and walked in. TY's Ty's is a small neighbourhoodly bar on Christopher's street that generally caters to older clientèle, everything about it is great. Friendly staff, customers, funny and welcoming locals and in a perfect location, Greenwich Village. I went in on a Wednesday, quite night, so it wouldn't be too over whelming. I went up to the bar where there was a free stool in between a bear and a daddy(perfect position ) The bear immediately introduced himself to me and made reference to what I was wearing, not being appropriate. I had only a jacket and it was freezing outside, it must have been the end of March, but it was cold as hell. I didn't have a big coat to pack with me because Ireland's version of hot and cold, is probably mild in America. Luckily the bar was nice and toasty, but even if it hadn't been. Mr. Bear began rubbing my arms and shoulders. "Tanks" I said dropping the (h) from "Thank You" as us Irish often do. "You're Irish?". Suddenly a few people turned away from the TV to talk to me. They noticed I was the youngest in the bar by a good few years, many began asking me questions like "Are you lost?" as well as telling me about bars where there were people more my age group. I'm 25, but I started to feel like a little kid. I was getting all this attention for the first time, never quite had it before. It was great! I engage as many people as I could in conversation but I was really being bombarded by these lovely people. "This is God's waiting room, you know that?" I laughed at this remark. It had come from the Daddy to my right. Short white hair and a grey goatee, broad but short, friendly and funny. We chatted for a while about an assortment of topics before it got to sex. We talked about what we were both into and he called himself a bit of a pig. I had a hard time picturing this because the guy I was talking to seemed quite sweet. He mentioned The Eagle as being a place to go if I was looking for sex "or there's always my apartment" he said jokingly. "Ok" I said, I could tell he was taken aback slightly. I don't think he expected me to be quite so up for sex. We finished our drinks and caught a taxi heading to his place. His apartment was big and expensive looking, near the financial district towards the south of the Island. We went into his room and he took his shirt off and to my surprise I had realised he had been hiding a rather muscular physique. I felt as if I should be doing some push-ups or something. Then after whipping his boots and socks he beckons me over "C'mere boy" his tone of voice had changed completely, no longer was he a happy-go-lucky bar goer, he sounded gravelly and ready to pounce. I walk over and knelt down in from of the bulge behind those jeans. He unzipped, takes out his cock, and I greet it with a kiss immediately. He puts one hand on the back of my neck and the other on the top of my head and begins to guide my face closer and closer, until his cock is in my throat and my nose is inside his jeans, buried in his fresh pubes. Then he starts to thrust. The callouses on his hand(presumably from lifting weights) rub against the back of my neck and make me tingle, I remember that feeling like it was yesterday. I'm forever remembering little quirks like that, those are things I tend to enjoy most. At this point he's thrusting his hips forward, I'm swallowing back spit and massaging his cock head at the same time, he seems to enjoy that. After a while of fucking my face he takes his jeans off and lies back on the bed. "Lick Daddy's ass boy" I oblige, it's one of my favourite activities, his hole smells clean but it's sweaty. I imagine him sitting on that bar stool for all those hours and me cleaning Daddy's sweat, and making him feel good. I take turns licking his ass and sucking his cock and balls, using my tongue like a blind man's stick. Never lifting it from his skin. "Yeah boy, you daddy's little pig?" I nod "Uh huh" is all I can mumble with a mouth full of dick. "Get on yer back" I lay on my back. He yanks me by both ankles so my ass is in the air and I'm all folded up "Mmm hmm" He squeezes my ass cheeks while stretching them apart, then he spits on my hole. At this point I'm in heaven, his strength really impressed me, where did this beast come from? He stand on the bed and mounts me, I hold his ankles for balance. His cock plunges down into my hole, one dip, all the way to the balls. It hurts enough to take my breath away. "Take it" I think, he's in so the worst is over. Then he transforms from a human man with sex on his mind, into a fucking jackhammer. This guy's hips had a motor in them, I'm convinced! He fucked me like he was drilling for oil, I got shivers, I felt sick, then I felt like I was going to cum. Thank God his cock was average in size, because any bigger and he'd have split me in two. After about two or three minutes of him pounding my guts, he switches my over to doggy, and continues at the same pace. He had some stamina. He hooked me in some kind of full nelson and let me have it, then noise and feeling of his balls slapping my ass was incredible. "Where do you want me to come boy?" "Where ever you want" I reply in a shallow breath. He pulled out, came on my hole, then stuffed it back in to squeeze out the last few drops. Fantastic. I fell asleep in his arms. Stonewall What an odd night this was. I had been to Ty's a few times now and was making friends with the locals. "Why don't you check out Stonewall?" says a new acquaintance. "Why not?" I thought, I had already been briefed on it's history and it's only down the street. So I go down to see what all the fuss is about. Stonewall is a lot closer to what my preconceived idea of a gay bar was, tacky music, flaming queens all that jazz. I sit up at the bar. The barman, a middle-aged very touchy, very friendly man serves me a beer, and popcorn of all things. I started chatting to a guy who tells me he's an author. If I had a dollar for every author I met in New York. He kind of looked like Val Kilmer actually. Anyway after a drink or two, the barman is pushing us closer together, forcing our heads towards each other trying to make us kiss, which we do. As we are making out the barman puts Val's hand on my cock through my jeans. "This is so odd" I thought, I had heard of barmen playing cupid, but it was as if he was looking for a show. I ask him if he want's to hook up. He tells me he can't as he has a boyfriend. I'm not fussed as he isn't really my type. He leaves. I finish my drink and think of doing the same after I head to the toilet. when I get back there are two girls beside my chair I go to pick up my jacket. One of the girls(very attractive) pinches my cheek "You're so hot, I wish you weren't gay" she says in a funny accent(they were both french canadian) "I'm not" I replied with a lightning quickness. I'm bisexual, so technically I was telling the truth, with a slight omission in order to get me laid somehow. I hit it off with these two girls and before I knew it, it was closing time. They invite me back to there hotel and tell me they have beer. YES! I'm excited to see where this goes but confused at the same time. Am I getting into a threesome here? "This'll be a good story for the boys back at home" I think. By the time we got outside to get a taxi, two guys had joined us. I have no idea where they came from, they didn't know each other, my only guess is they also met the girls at some stage in the night. One guy was skinny tanned, Italian American looking late 20's very charismatic. He lived here, the rest of us were tourists, the other guy was a clean cut Norwegian guy, who had his eye on the girl I was hitting it off with. He had no chance I thought. She was really giving me the signs. Anyway for whatever reason they were part of the group now, so we all hopped a cab back to their place. When we get to the hotel room, I'm surprised by how small it was, I didn't know they had rooms this small in Manhattan, One double bed and an en suite. "How is this going to work?" I thought, I began imagining some orgy of sorts. I start with the kissing and heavy petting of the french canuck, not concerned with what the others are doing(drinking and talking). I get tapped on the shoulder, the skinny dude(lets call him slim) wants a word with me in the bathroom. I walk in. He closes the door "Hey man, check out those girls" he says as he confidently whips out a bag of cocaine. WTF? He does a line off of the sink and offers me one. I decline. At this point the girls open the bathroom door and are livid. They tell us the party is over and kick us out. I'm in shock, the whole event happens so fast and is so bizarre. Who are these idiots and how did they come to ruin my chances. As we are leaving the hotel. Slim leans into me and says "You fuck guys too right?". What?? How did he know? What a presumptuous thing to ask. He seemed unfazed by the whole thing, maybe it was the coke. I answer "yeah"; "Cool, I know a place we can go". It got weirder. As we are walking to this place Slim spoke of, which was only a few blocks from the girl's hotel room. Our Norwegian friend(Johan) asks what we're doing, Slim turns around and tells him out straight what's happening, not only that he asks "Are you down?" "Yes sure" Johan replies! What Are you kidding me!?! Did I just go from having a potential threesome with two straight girls, to having a threesome with two guys, is this real life? What are the odds? We get to the second hotel room of a very seedy building in which Slim seems to know the guy at reception, this seems like a sex place. I wonder how many times Slim has done this. He's very coked up at this stage. The room is bigger than the girls' room, haha. Johan wants to know who has condoms, Slim says "It's fine, it's fine." I don't offer up my ass, I have a strange feeling about Slim. We all strip and Slim's cock is a piece of work, thick, long and veiny as fuck. It drew me in like a magnet, I start to suck on it. He's impressed by my deep throat skills, he has a nice thick black bush that I start to get wet. I can here him and Johan making out and I'm on cock duty. "You wanna give me that ass?" Slim says to Johan, "yeah baby" he answers. Slim turns on the TV, straight porn is playing. This is definitely a sex place. Johan gets on all fours on the bed, he's a hairless twink, def not my type, but objectionably very attractive. Slim pushes his monster cock into his asshole, as Johan sucks on my dick. It's hot to watch, but he can only accommodate just over half of the cock, I doubt I'd have been able to take much more if I'd have volunteered. Slim makes due and begins the fucking. Johan's blowjob skills aren't the best so I move to the back of Slim and begin rimming him as he's fucking Johan. He loves it! He lets out a moan and puts his arms behind his head to relax as we treat him like a king. Slim slowly pulls his cock out of Johan, it's clean as a whistle. "Come here come here" he tells us, we both start sucking and caressing his cock, and making out with each other around his dick head. "Aww fuck yeah" Slim is in heaven. It doesn't take much jerking for him to blow a thick load in my mouth, it tastes nice but I don't swallow. I look to Johan, Slim asks him "you snowball?" Unfortunately Johan refused, I was game. Slim shrugs dips two of his fingers into my open mouth then tastes his cum on them. "MMmm that's it, swallow my load" I gulp it down. We go to bed tangled up in each other, kissing every no and again before falling asleep. I awake in the morning with an arm around Johan, Slim has up and left. The place looks sleazier in the daytime than it did at night. Johan awakes and immediately without prompting start to take care of my morning wood. He does a much better job this time. I finish by jerking off into his mouth, he lets it run out of his mouth. I find it hot. We clean up leave the hotel and go our separate ways. I'm not exactly feeling good about the night before, it was just too weird, and I was really up for a threesome with those girls. But as far as consolation prizes go, this wasn't half bad. Nowhere This was another place a guy from Ty's suggested it was close enough to Union Square and are I was familiar with, so decided to see what it was all about, after all at this point I was a gay bar convert. Much bigger than Ty's but not as queeny as Stonewall and I'm thinking this place could be just right. I order a beer and head down to the pool table at the back of the bar, it's a lot darker than the previous two places and the ceiling is quite low, giving it a claustrophobic quality. After a game of pool with a nice man named Ricardo I went back up to the bar to sit and watch. And older man next to me was trying to strike up a conversation with me, however he was very drunk and I had a hard time understanding him. He seemed to speak in metaphors as if he was trying to be mysterious, but it was really missing the mark. I was getting frustrated with him until someone who was sat on his other side basically told him he's had too much too drink. A tall black man who was standing behind me made a joke about this situation, and we started talking. His name was Bruce. He was very smooth handsome, black dreadlocks(short) with a black goatee, well dressed, and very manly. We hit it off, he asked if I wanted to come outside for a smoke. I don't smoke, but joined him anyway because he was hot. I was really enjoying this new way of meeting guys, the spontaneity of it all bet scrolling the internet for a guy who might no show when you're supposed to meet. This was cool, different. "We should grab some beers and head back to my place, I'm just around the corner" That was fine with me, if he insists. He led the way. We got to his and put on some music. "You want a hit?" he said as he held up a little glass pipe with pot in it. Usually it does nothing for me, but I was in the mood to mix it with sex and see if I'd enjoy it more. This would be a nice of first incidentally. First time being with a black man, first time mixing pot and sex. Boy did it work a charm. As everything began to tingle we started to make-out for the first time that night. His tongue was thick, wet and knew its way around. So did his hands, guiding my hands to where he wanted them, his crotch, his neck, up his shirt to feel his skin. My head is feeling light at this point and his takes of my shirt and pants, rolls me back and begins to use his talented tongue on my ass. It feels delightful. He has a long tongue. My ass opened like it was taking a dick. He moans with his tongue buried in my ass, that deep moan vibrates my whole body. Is this the pot, or is this man made of silk? "Come here suck my dick for a while" Yes sir, one of my favourite activities. I pulled down his pants as he took his top off. I peel down his underwear, wow. A nice fat uncut cock, nothing surprising, but big none the less. I wrap my lips around it and breath in. There is a very strong smell of sweat from his dick and balls, very enticing. I suck it down and massage the head with my throat, I try to stick my tongue out to lick the balls at the same time, it makes me gag. "MMMMMNNNYEAH That's so fuckin hot" He likes it when I gag, knowing that makes him feel good I position his cock at an angle, so that when he pushes his dick down it hits my gag reflex. Now he's in control of when he wants to gag me. He has fun with this as I can hold my breath for quite some time. He says he want's my ass. He goes for the natural lube, simply spitting on his hand and rubbing his cock before inserting it into my hungry ass. I was expecting pain, this was another first, first time fucking without lube. To my surprise it didn't hurt one bit. Although his cock was quite large, it was soft, not flacid, but spongy. It felt amazing going in. He starts to fuck me on his couch. I'm bent over the arm of the couch while he stands, a position he dictated. He fucked good, not too fast not to slow and getting that nice pop pop pop sound on every thrust. Before long, we were both laying on the couch, on our sides, me with one leg in the air him drilling deep. The pace was picking up. I was rubbing his body all over. I like to get quite tactile, unless the guy isnt into it, then I'm just as easily happy being used like an inanimate object. He liked the touch. He were both now covered in a thin later of sweat, I was enjoying rubbing the sweat off of his body onto my face, covering myself in his scent. That strong sweat. I could feel that he was approaching climax, so I pushed against his thrusts to milk that cum from him. He grabs my hips and lets out a loud moan as he pumps one into me. We lay on the couch for a while, with his dick still in my, twitching every so often. I could lay like this for a long time. He pulls his cock out of me and jokingly pushes me off of the couch to the floor. As if to say "I'm done with you, cumdump" what he actually says is "Lets go to bed" Laying in bed I feel nicely stoned and satisfied, I'm ready to go to sleep. "Turn over" I turn over. "Stay still". Ok. He slides his dick into again. How he has the energy is beyond me. He starts to go for it, holding my hips and fucking my still body. I start to breath heavily, a few small moans and groans escape me. "Ssshh play dead, play dead" "Wow, this is hot" I think. I go limp and play dead like he says. He fucks another load into my lifeless body, much more aggressively than last time, although it doesn't hurt at all. I could fall asleep like this. If I wasn't so horny. We kiss a little before nodding off. I saw him two more times before the trip was over. If this is what gay bars were like, I've been really missing out.

After my first sexual experience in New York City with my throat fucking top, I felt a little bet up. I had been throat fucked before but never that hard and thorough, the man was a professional neck plunger. It hurt a little to swallow, which actually turned me on, because all these years of being into throat "use and abuse" I was for the first time feeling abused. Also, my top lip hurt from his pelvis pounding my mouth. The next day I got a message from him on Recon. "I hope that was what you were looking for, I know I certainly was. Def want to use you again" I ended up meeting up with him another time, which was just as good as the first. But I still wanted to be able to take dick should the opportunity arise. However, it had been a while and only a few times that I had taken a fucking. Everyone I saw cruising Recon seemed to be a little on the experienced side, which I found a little daunting, as the last thing I'd want is to disappoint an angry Top. The kind of Top i'm into is a dominant(not rude) kind of sleazy top. In terms of looks I'm not picky or judgemental, I like a guy who's older than me and the shaved head Daddy type is definitely the ideal choice. But for what I had in mind, Recon just wouldn't do. I needed a guy who would take it easy on me at first, ease me back into the anal game. I needed an advert. I went to craigslist to put up a specific request as to what I needed. Then I got distracted. The first advert I saw in the m4m section piqued my interest. 100 dollars to accompany a man to dinner in a fancy restaurant, no sex, no games. "Well" I said to myself "I could do with 100 dollars". Fuck it, this seemed to be my mentality more and more as I lived in the city, throwing caution to the wind, not thinking about serial killers, rapists, or blackmailing. I sent my face pic and a quick message. The guy replied. He was a very forward Italian American with a good sense of humour in his late 40's. We chatted a bit online and arranged to meet. This may sound strange, but I wasn't nervous in the slightest as I stood out in the cold waiting for him to come pick me up. I was actually excited, this could be my first New Yorker friend. He pulled up in his truck, he looked like an extra on the sopranos, and talked like one too. This I liked, he was almost exactly how I imagined him(he typed the exact same way he talked), he was funny and confident. We got to know each other and he took me to a nice place in Manhattan, great food. After dinner he said "let me take you to this bar", I thought why not. So as we are driving to the bar he mentions the 100 dollars for the first time. "So you gonna let me blow you for that hundred bucks?". Huh? This had me confused, the entire time we talked he was talking about women he screwed, girls he fancied. His advert was weird, but he never came across to me as gay, and what happened to "no sex"? I didn't want to mention any of this because I thought it could lead to an awkward moment or some confrontation. I just laughed nervously and said "what?". "You don't gotta do anything you don't wanna?". I was still a little confused, did I have to let him blow me in order to get the hundred, or do I get it at the end of the date? Okay, reading that back I probably sound like the biggest slut around, I'm really not, but at the same time, how many people would turn down being paid to get your dick sucked?! "It's Okay, I'm game" I said. He pulled his car up on some dark street in Rockaway. "Get in the back" "Here?" "Don't worry, get in the back" I climb into the back seat, as he leans back the front seat. I whipped my belt off and pulled down my jeans. He grabbed my cock with his mouth through my boxer-briefs and began to jerk me off with his mouth. The whole spontaneity of the situation gave me an instant erection. He then took my dick out, "Holy fuck" he must have been impressed with the size. My dick isn't huge, but it's a pretty good size, it got a lot of compliments in the U.S. It only goes inside girls though(with the exception of two guys in the past). At this point my meat was in the back of this guy's throat. He was a good cock sucker I must say. Although the idea of this older tough guy Italian American sucking my skinny Irishboy cock, wasn't exactly a fantasy of mine. Luckily I had enough drink to not over-think it and enjoy the warm wet mouth around my dick. I decided to lean back across the backseat, and he must have took this as an invitation, as he then mounts me in a 69 position. He then takes out his roughly 6 inch thick piece and jams it in my mouth. I throat it with ease, he wasn't a face fucker so he was groaning at the fact I could swallow him, which after what the first guy from Recon put me through, this I could do in my sleep. After a while of getting each other's dicks wet. He asks if I'd like to stay at his. "Sure, why not?" As we approached his nice big house, with a pool in the back(for any American, every house/apt we see looks huge in comparison to the average Irish property. In fact when people tell me they have a "little apartment" in the city, I smile) "We might have to sneak in, my brother's staying for the weekend." This made me a little on edge, what would happen if he saw us? I'm a pretty discreet guy in general. I don't want to have to witness this guy's forced coming out party to his sibling. Luckily he wasn't there. We went up to his room, he turned on the TV and I continued to suck his cock. "You're so fuckin hot baby" he said, in a way that I felt he had said to many girlfriends in the past. I could be very wrong, but I got the sense that all of this was quite new to him. Anyway we stripped down to our underwear and spooned. I was the little spoon. I thought we were going to go to sleep, he had different plans. His hand slides down my underwear to cup my ass cheek, it felt nice. "Woah, fuck yeah" he whispered. I was closing my eyes ready to hit the hay, then I hear him sit up and fumble around with something. I hear a click, like a bottle cap pop open. He then slides his hand back down my boxers, and rubs something cold between my cheeks. Holy shit is he gonna fuck me? This is not what I was expecting at all just a few hours ago. Before I could think another thought, he slides my underwear down to my knees, and I feel the warm head work it's way to my hole and force its way in. The first thrust hurt like hell! I winced in pain and let out an audible "Ouww". The second thrust knocked the air out of my lungs, the third thrust curled my toes and made me grab the sheets in pain. He fucked without any rhythm or coordination which made it really sleazy, also he sweat a lot, I could feel it dripping from his head onto my back. I thought to myself "Oh my God. I'm getting fucked in the ass for 100 dollars....and I fucking love it!" I started to push back against his thrust to try to hurt myself more. I did this in a similar way I used to enjoy twisting a loose tooth as a child in order to make it hurt so much I would become accustomed to the pain. It didn't take long for him to come. I didn't say a word. He wiped his sweat off my back with a towel, then wiped his face and dick and threw it on the floor before cuddling up to me again. After some gentle kisses to my neck he says in my ear "By the way, if you get pregnant we're keeping it" I fall asleep. The next morning he wakes me up. We sneak out of his house and he drives me back to my block. True to his word he pays me 100 bucks and asks to meet again. I walk back to my apartment with a spring in my step and cum in my ass. When I get inside I immediately go to the bathroom to push his load out, and boy oh boy did he empty his balls. Seeing how much cum he left in me gave me an instant erection and I finished myself off thinking about the night before. My ass had been broken into, was given a taste of cum, and it was craving more...

It was finally time and I got between Tommy's legs and told him a good whoreboy needs to do two things. First find out what the top likes then second is to make sure the top is satisfied. For me I like to fuck and breed boys so you don't need to do anything but enjoy this as I pushed my cock against his asshole. "Tell me that your cherry, boyhole, innocence are all mine to take" By now the bump was making Tommy's hole hungry and he was missing Bobby's tounge. "Please take my cherry, boyhole and my innocence" As he said the last word I started sliding into his ass. Tommy was lucky that he was slammed, rimmed and bumped because I didn't stop pushing my cock into him until I was in all the way. The boy was lost in everything he was feeling and I let him enjoy it for a couple of minutes then I told him it was time to really break his cherry and I started pounding his hole hard and fast. His cock had shriveled up and I told him to look and see how his cock knew that it no longer mattered and it went to sleep. Oscar stroked Tommy's face and told him that many men liked to punish a whore boy's hole and he would soon get use to and maybe crave it. I told him that he should get use to being bred to because a good whore boy never asks a top to put on a condom and takes every load without question. Often a man will be quick to cum in you and toss you away but others will want to do other stuff so you will never be bored I told him. Oscar started to push his monster cock into Tommy's mouth so I just fucked and when I felt my seed boiling I told Tommy he was about to get his first load. Oscar stepped back to watch and I was happy to look into Tommy's eyes as I filled him with my seed. Tommy's eyes nearly rolled back as he took his first breeding and his cock got hard again and when I saw it twitch I thought the bitch was gonna cum but he didn't however he'd need to learn how if he ever wants to cum. When I pulled out of his ass it looked a mess with cum, ass juice and blood so Oscar called Bobby over to lick it clean as I walked around and showed Tommy the same was on my cock and he was going to lick it clean. Oscar saw that Tommy could get most of my cock into his mouth and throat and he told Tommy that since his monster cock was too big for Tommy's mouth he just use his boypussy. Oscar loved to scare a boy and often could make them cry before he even started but Tommy would soon learn how every boy eventually cried when Oscar used them.

I agree on this point especially, knowing I'm sticking my dick in a hole that's had any and every guy before me is a massive turn on.

I'm married, closeted, and love to be fucked and bred. I also love sex with women. I consider myself bi. I'm only interested in men for sex and not any kind of emotional connection, like I feel for women. I suppose if women were as easy to hook up with as men, I'd have sex with women more than men. I'd still have to get my ass fucked every now and then, though.

Your timing is crazy. Just this week, I decided to get branded with a tatt on my taint. I know what it will say. I want to find a good tattoo artist (obviously) but I want him to be part of the experience. I want to have his load in me while he is inking me. It will be my first / only tattoo and I want it to be an event for us both. If the artist is willing, I would like my photographer friend Kevin to document it. The tattoo dude can have copies of anything and everything. Anyone have any artist recommendations that would fit the role?

I love it when my hole farts and "slurps" as i'm getting fucked, makes me feel like a true slut hehe. My understanding is that it's caused simply by the amount of air that enters your hole as it gets looser and sloppier. A dick thrusting in and out can kinda create a vacuum effect and force it out, I guess different positions can maximize or minimize the effect. It's just the same as how some girls have "pussy farts" when they get fucked I think...

You guys are lucky its the weekend. This was another part that I couldn't stop writing until I was finished. Enjoy. Part IV Drew followed me into the living room as I sat on the couch and knelt between my legs with his hands resting on my thighs. He slowly rubbed his hands up and down the long lists inscribed on my legs, and I saw him reading them name by name. I realized he was the only other person that could remember every single name on that list, and that he was no doubt recalling each time he had first ravaged every one of them. I watched him try and grind his pinned shaft up and down between his steel abdomen and the taunt waistband of his jeans, forcing more precum out with every slow pump. I knew he was desperate to ram his massive cock into the defenseless hole of the broken stud upstairs, and shoot load after load of poisoned venom deep inside my prey. He knew that while I had torn open his sphincter and shattered his body and his mind, he would soon take that gaping and infected wound and spear it wider and deeper than I ever could. Thinking of what was in store for my fucktoy upstairs, more sap began to leak from my shaft, and quickly his gaze returned to my oozing cock. I reached forward and wrapped a hand around the back of his head. I pulled him in and drove my tongue inside his mouth, seeking to get a taste of the precum he had licked from my hand. I savored his taste as I pushed him down towards my chest. “Start at the top and work your way down.” He dove on to my nipples and began to drag and flick his rough but slick tongue across my skin. I relaxed back onto the couch and closed my eyes as I reveled in the sensations he always created. His hands roamed and kneaded my arms and shoulders, and I could feel the tension from the hours of exertion in the basement evaporating away. After the pecs he eagerly dove into my pits, and smothered his face in them. Soon he was covered with spit and sweat, and his face was glistening from his nose to his jaw as he worked lower and lower. He was always frantic when he could finally touch and worship my body, and I knew exactly why he always arrived in that state. Unlike with my other prey, I had made sure that Drew had kept his job and continued working at the fire department. I knew that every day that he worked there he was surrounded by dozens of masculine men with fantastic bodies and in excellent shape. They worked, played, ate, exercised, and sometimes showered together when they were on call for long shifts. I knew they always joked and traded sex stories about all the women they fucked, and that all Drew secretly thought about every minute there was having all of them ramming their bare dicks deep inside of him over and over again. He always imagined himself being reamed hard in each of their stories. Day after day his desire would build, until I would finally chain him down in the basement and tear open his ass to mercilessly pound his prostate, causing his infected loads to splatter across the floor from orgasm after orgasm. Finally he reached my navel, and I could feel his hands pull away from my arms. With one powerful hand, he grasped my shaft just below the glans and slowly pulled it back from my stomach. I opened my eyes and watched as he pulled it further and further back, until it was parallel with my legs. Then, as he dove down and began to lap at the puddle of clear sap that had leaked out to mix with my dried cum, his calloused thumb began to roughly work back and forth over my cockhead, pressing hard into my slit everytime he passed over it. I groaned as the pure pleasure from his ruthless thumb mixed with the ache of the tendons from my strained cock. Even as he finished getting all the precum from my abs, a fresh coat of sap already covered his hand. He lifted his head and looked me in the eye. I saw that instead of getting satisfaction from finally being able to worship and taste man’s body, his hunger had only grown stronger. His hand slid down to the base of my cock and pulled my skin taunt, fully exposing the head of my cock and its seeping slit. With his deep blue eyes still locked on mine, his head descended and I watched his lips wrap around my cockhead like a teat as he cleaned off the cum and blood from earlier in the evening. He sank deeper and deeper on my shaft, and I felt his tongue slithering back and forth across my shaft as he tried frantically to consume the thick coating of fluids. He removed his hand from my dick as his head finally dropped down like an anchor hitting the sea floor and I felt his lips lock around the base of my shaft. He stayed there and began to suck, and his look of pure bliss with of my cock buried deep into that beautiful face and far down his throat caused me to clench my abs, making bead after bead of hot sap drip out of my slit. He slowly rose all the way back up until his lips returned to my glans, where his tongue would dig deep into urethra, futilely trying to force its way in to get more of my poison. After drinking as much as possible from my font, his head would drop back down to the base, where once more his lips would again lock around my shaft. Over and over he would try and vacuum more sap into my tube, and then with clamped lips slowly drag his head back up my cock, trying to press my precum out of my cock like water from straw and onto his burrowing tongue. I was moaning from the pure pleasure coming from gentle mauling of my cock as he worked it like a calf starving for his milk. His muscular arms slid down, and slowly he wrapped them around my legs and behind my knees until they were locked in the crooks of his arms. As his need built more and more, he started to going up and down faster and faster. Even though my balls were drained from having injected multiple loads into my pummeled fucktoy, I still felt a tingle spread throughout them as they stirred once more to life. Soon he stopped lashing my glans and slit, and focused on assaulting my entire shaft. The head of my cock would be pushed against the back of his throat, while his tongue and lips pressed and danced all the way down to the base. His hot saliva dripped and mixed with my precum, and soon my cock was being ridden rough and deep in its wet prison as the slime coated all the way down to my balls. I felt his arms gradually clench, and gently lift both of my feet off of the floor and up into the air. With no leverage on the floor to hold steady against his assault, my body began to slowly slide down the couch. He pulled my legs higher and further back, until soon my ass checks were hanging off the cushions and my legs were dangling helpless in the air while my hands gripped the couch to stop from falling off. He began to pull my body up every time his head would slam down, desperately trying to get my cock deeper and deeper inside him so he could consume my venom. When I first trapped him and loaded him for week after week with my poison, it had slowly devoured more and more of his body and mind. He had become permanently addicted to it. But, like the insidious toxin that it was, the more of him it ate and converted, the deeper his hunger became for more. His need for my dirty cum deep inside him had grown stronger over time, and I knew he would not stop until the last infected drop had been milked dry from my shaft. Soon my entire pelvis was being involuntarily pumped up hard and fast to meet his hungry mouth every time it slammed down, and I could feel my balls start to pull up against my body. Sensing that he was getting close to his nectar, he began to moan around my cock as it stabbed in and out of his throat. The vibrations thrummed down my shaft, and felt myself forced closer and closer towards the precipice. He eyes were locked on mine with mindless hunger. I knew that if I came he would not stop with just one load, but continue to helplessly work my abused shaft harder and harder for more. I had to stop him now before we both lost control. I lunged forward and grabbed his head with both hands and shouted, “Enough!” The sharp command in my voice worked through his frenzied haze just enough that I was able to yank his head off my cock. It whacked against my stomach with a wet slap. I had to press his head back as he instinctively tried to lean forward and swallow it again. I pulled my legs out of his arms and stood up from the couch in front of his kneeling body, while keeping him locked in place with my hands. My cock trembled in front of his face as slowly crawled back from the edge. Once I was finally back in complete control, I looked down at his pitiful face as disappointment mixed with his aching hunger. I knew that the balance of power had changing between us since that first night when I had converted him to a poz cumslut in my basement. Driven by his deepening need, he had been slowly begun demanded more and more of my venom to be satisfied. I knew that eventually that our positions would meet equilibrium, but until then I would use him as I had always used him. “So, you want my cum that bad? I was going to save it for the sack of meat upstairs, but it looks like you need to be taught a lesson.” I shoved him down the floor on his stomach, and grabbed the waist of his pants. I yanked them down to his thighs, and his freed cock was like a log going up to his navel as it kept oozing precum. He had stopped wearing underwear around me years ago. I then pushed his shirt up over his head, but kept it tight on his arms so it went across his neck. With his legs and arms constricted inside his own cloths, I straddled his body and leaned forward to press his head hard against the floor with my hand. Taking my other hand, I lined up my slime covered cock with his dry hole, and then lunged forward with all of my upper body weight. He screamed as I tore open his unprepared sphincter, and I watched his muscles spasm in agony as he was impaled. I drove all the way forward until my balls slapped against his ass cheeks, but then just as swifty pulled my cock completely out. Over and over I mercilessly thrust forward with my shaft, and soon his hole was wet with spit, precum, and streaks of blood. I grabbed the shirt on both sides of his neck and pulled it back until his head and torso were arched painfully back. His tight jeans trapped his legs and prevented him getting any leverage and my weight forced his pelvis to the floor. Pulling on his shirt, I kept slamming hard into his ass, and watched all of the huge muscles in his back and arms clench and ripple as he tried to squirm away from my assault. The harder I punched into his hole, the more I pulled against his shirt, until finally he could bend no more and his breathing began to become ragged. I kept him suspended there in agony as over and over my cock ripped past his loose hole and jammed into his prostate. I knew that I his brain had been rewired from the all years I had been breeding him, and that the pleasure and pain that was shooting through his body was causing surge after surge of precum to pulse out of his cock as it was trapped between his hard body and the floor. Soon it was greased enough that it was sliding forwards and backwards with every thrust into his ass, and I could tell that he was close to shooting his load. I wanted to make sure he understood that this was supposed a punishment not a reward, even though I had turned him into such a whore for raw cock that for him the lines between the two were beginning to blur. “If you shoot your load, I swear you will never get to fuck another one of my whores ever again.” I could hear him moan as he desperately fought to hold back his orgasm, and I started to pump even harder. Nothing turned me on as much as having a mass of twisted muscle below me pouring all of its willpower into denying itself the ultimate pleasure, and I could feel my own orgasm building faster and faster. I knew that soon I would pass the point of no return, but I was determined to pour every ounce of self-control I had into slowing the inevitable so that his own torment would seem to last an eternity. But as I continued to slam faster and faster, listening to the rapid slapping of flesh and the strangled moans coming from my poz slut while I looked at his perfect body, I knew that just as I had been altering Drew into my perfect bottom, he had been subtlety grinding my resolve down as well. I could never deny him as long as I wanted, and always ended up giving him what he so desperately needed sooner rather than later. It was a cruel irony that the deeper his need for me became, the stronger my craving for him grew. This was why I had kept Drew long after I had kept disposing his successors one by one. I knew that one day I would have to start teaching Drew how to consume his own prey, and that he would devour a far greater list of apex predators than me. But, until that day, I would pummel and punish his body as he begged for it, and pour more and more of my venom inside him. As I felt myself teetering on the brink of ecstasy, I was hammering in and out of his destroyed hole. His body had locked in place from the tsunami of pain and pleasure assaulting him, and each thrust caused his entire body to jolt forward and rub his imprisoned cock. Finally, I felt the heat of my poison shooting down my ducts, and I buried my barb deep inside him as rope after rope of cum showered his torn chute. He froze and stopped breathing, and I could feel his prostate quivering through my ecstasy. As the last of my poison weakly pulsed out of my cock, I saw his face turning red through his tan and tears in his eyes as he fought his own orgasm. After a full minute, he finally gasped for fresh air as I slowly released his shirt and sank down onto his back with my head over his shoulder. Our skin was plastered together with heat and sweat as we both heaved in fresh air and let our bodies relax. As I inhaled his scent, I eased my softening shaft out of his ruined hole and smiled as it was once more covered in blood and cum. It was time for the moment of truth. As I rolled over his limp body, I grinned as I saw a puddle of clear sap was coating the floor and his stomach. I had never seen him show so much control close to the edge and stop his orgasm. “It looks like you passed the test, if just barely.” My focus moved up to his glazed eyes, where his gaping mouth still hung open from the torture his body had just endured. “Why don’t you go meet my new toy while I go get a drink.” As I slowly stood up, he remained lying of the floor, staring past me at the ceiling. I chuckled as I moved away from Drew’s sprawled and half undressed body and headed towards the kitchen. I knew that he hadn’t forgotten the fresh hole waiting for him upstairs, and would be ready to go in a few minutes. He would put on quite a show for me this evening, and continue speeding the descent of my pozzed stud upstairs. But, I knew that someone was still going to have to clean me up again before the weekend was through.

Part V As his groans got slowly louder, I continued to pull on his 10 inch shaft from the root down to his glans. I would gently drag the loose skin with my hand on the upstroke before clenching hard on the steel shaft on the downstroke. Each time my hand reached his bloated mushroom, a fresh pulse of precum was squeezed out by the pressure. Slowly the rest of his body was starting to move, only to be quickly constrained by his bindings. His head began to roll, and more groans of pain and pleasure finally started to pierce the murky cloud surrounding his brain. As I slid my hand up and down, I kept his cock pulled back and pointed straight at the floor. The first thing he would see when he opened his eyes would be his throbbing, bare dick oozing a strand of clear sap down to the floor, and my hands pulling and plying the things he cared about most. Even as he struggled to finally open his eyes, the feelings of bliss emanating from his shaft had combined with his instincts and muscle memory of a lifetime of fucking, causing him to try and buck his hips down into my steady hand. I could tell exactly when he finally regained consciousness, as the thrusting stopped and he just stared at the confusing sight in front of him. I kept steadily stroking, and waited for the realization of his circumstances to finally sink in. As that knowledge sank deeper and deeper through his confused state, his fear started building like an avalanche. His system was blasted with a surge of adrenaline, and suddenly he began thrashing against his bindings like the helpless prey that he was. I laughed as he whined in terror and finally started to realize the totality of his situation for the first time all evening, far too late. A cold sweat instantly broke out all over his body and I could imagine smelling the stink of pure fear as more and more adrenaline poured into his system, causing his bound muscles to tremble. He finally stopped flailing in the chains, and I stopped pumping his cock to watch with awe as every muscle in his body seemed to contract at once. He heaved against his bindings, unable to breathe as tremors ran down his arms and legs from the exertion. I half wished the chains would snap after witnessing such a desperate display of harnessed power. But the hunter knew that his web would hold, as it always did. I decided that to distract his fear before he permanently damaged himself. Letting go of his dick, I pulled his huge balls away from his body and tight in his sack, and then slapped them hard with my free hand. A shock wave tore through his body as pain overrode fear inside his panicking brain. His desperate strength left as quickly as it came, and he futilely tried to curl into a ball only to again have his limbs snap against their bindings. As he lay loose in the air, I returned to stroking his cock, kept firm despite the fear and pain by the Viagra that would keep his unwilling tool stiff through everything to come. I only needed two inputs to begin breaking him in, pain and pleasure. I never believed in whipping my prey to cause them pain. I would never ruin all the pleasure to come of feeling their perfect skin as it strained to contain their toned muscles. No, the ultimate tools for both were already bare and exposed in the palms of my hands, and I used one to punish and the other to reward his actions. The quicker he learned, the less pain he would feel, and the faster it would become pleasure. I did not bother to remove his ball gag since there was nothing he was capable of saying that I hadn’t heard before with begs and pleas. I knew he had never shown mercy to any of his conquests, concerned only with his own gratification no matter how much pain he caused. As the pain that had lanced through his gut finally started to ease, I could tell that his blind panic had subsided as he stopped attempting to frantically break himself free. I could see him realizing his predicament with confusion. Sensations of pleasure started to seep through that confusion as I continued to methodically milk his still oozing cock. Never changing my speed or motion, I saw his throbbing cock start to take control as it slowly inundated his brain with wave after wave of satisfaction. Each passing minute caused more and more involuntary impulses, and soon he was curling his toes and using all of his will not to once more buck his hips into my relentless hand. He began to sweat from all heat and hormones released in his exertions and the primal parts of his brain mistakenly prepared for sex. I steadily continued on and on with no regard for his deteriorating situation. I waited patiently until I finally got the signals I was waiting for. A groan quietly escaped from around his gag, and I saw him close his eyelids and he tried to fight back the waves of pleasure pushing deeper into his system. I stood up from my chair and released his nuts from one hand while keeping a tight grip on his rod. My arm was pulled up and back from standing, and his shaved cock could only follow. Soon it was pointed directly behind him and I could see the muscles connected to his shaft pulled taunt in protest but lacking the strength to escape my vice. I continued to incessantly slide my hand back and forth, but now would alternate every other stroke by dancing my fingers across his exposed glans. I gathered all the precum that kept collecting in his well and began to slick the rest of his shaft by corkscrewing my hand as it moved back and forth. Once it was glistening in the light and still involuntarily flexing from my service, I knew it was time to break the next wall. I reached out with my free hand and laid it deep on the bottom of his back. He froze, suddenly yanked out of the sensations his pleading tool had been feeding him. I smiled as I began sliding my hand across the soft, warm, hairless skin and then up his spine toward his neck. I felt a sense of pure satisfaction that came from caressing and connecting with each curve of perfect flesh, like a boy touching a forbidden masterpiece in a museum. Each muscle underneath his skin seemed to clench and ripple with a mix of anticipation and revulsion as my hand pressed gently against it on its journey upward. I felt the hot sweat which had channeled down from his huge shoulder blades as my exploration continued. Finally, I reached his neck, and slowly slid my hand up into his damp hair. Moving up to his crown, I curled my fingers deep into his tussled hair and then steadily pulled his head back. Immediately, his massive neck muscles tensed as he resisted my tug and pulled his head down with a garbled shout. Holding firm on his hair, I released his cock with my other hand and it rapidly swung forward to slap loudly into his abs. Pulling back my hand, I slapped his balls again, and another surge of agony radiated across his suspended and bound body. Blinded by pain, I yanked his head back until his back was fully arched up, exposing his quivering washboard abs and pecs. Holding him up, I reached around him and latched onto his nipple. I slowly tugged and twisted it back and forth, until moving on to grope his shoulders and biceps. Learning quickly to avoid the agonizing pain I could inflict, he again went limp as I pulled and plied his sweat-covered body. After returning one hand to again knead his monster cock while continuing to desensitize him to my roaming fingers, I soon had him dripping more precum like a leaky faucet. Helpless to stop my manipulations across all his sensitive parts, I edged him closer and closer to cumming. Sensing that he was right on the edge from the relentless up and down all over his pounding staff slick with his juices, I quickly encircled his massive sack and eased his balls away from his body before they could deliver their payload. His cum was separated by a ring of clenched fingers from reaching his quivering shaft. I remorselessly continued to grind back and forth, listening to his panting moans as he begged and flailed for release. Minutes of sweet torture passed, and soon he was delirious with need. His entire pelvis was involuntarily rutting in a desperate attempt to create any sensation that would release the pent up load, and his eyes had rolled back as pure lust blanketed his brain. Seeing this bound, sweat-covered demigod twisting, shaking, and moaning in absolute sexual frustration finally broke the dam of control inside of me. I released his glazed and raw cock to watch it desperately flex over and over as it sought anything to help it blast out its load. Keeping his balls clenched behind my iron grip, I watched as slowly his body descended from the precipice. Exhausted muscles finally surrendered and he collapsed limp against his manacles. As his chest heaved for oxygen, and a shower of sweat continued to fall from his body. After another minute, I finally relaxed my hand around his quivering balls, and smiled with satisfaction as he didn’t cum. I walked around my helpless stud, and came to a stop near his hanging head. Looking down at his beautiful panting body, I knew my wait was finally over. I had completely broken down his body, and now I was going to brutally fuck his mind.

Part IV As I walked down the stairs to my basement with a case of clean beer, I contemplated how easily he had fallen into my reach. If he had bothered to do a more thorough search of my house, he might have found out sooner that he was walking into a trap. But thankfully for me, men like him could never imagine himself as the prey. His long history of dominating other men had eroded everything but the slightest sense of caution. It was the same with all other apex men like him. I enjoyed the irony of making their greatest strengths into their biggest weaknesses. Since they hunted alone, they were easily isolated and then subdued. And now I was going to use his perfect body against him and slowly devour him. I finished descending the stairs and stopped to admire the sight in front of me. Hang down from the ceiling were two chains that were linked to the bottom of the floor, forming an X at chest level. Connected between the lower parts of the chains was a solid rounded bar level with my waist. I had draped my blond stud across the bar with it pressed into his bent midsection as his limp arms reached for his toes. I had then taken each of his arms and bound his wrists above and behind him to connect to the upper links of the chains. Also binding his ankles, I curled each of his legs back and attached them to the upper chains as well. The end result was breathtaking, as his back formed a canyon of thick muscles covered with perfect, hairless skin. His chest was jutting out below him with his large nipples still red and inflamed from my earlier abuse. His calf muscles pressed tight against his hamstrings and bulged out to the sides having nowhere else to go. Behind the bar his round balls hung vulnerable between his open legs. His huge dick was still completely stiff from the Viagra and the foreskin had stretched back completely, exposing his raw red glans. It pointed straight under the bar parallel to his abs and down to his hanging head. Even as I drank in the sight of his twisted limbs and contorted muscles, my gaze kept being pulled back towards his magnificent ass above it all. His huge glutes were compressed by his raised legs behind him, and formed perfect bubbles of muscle that remained pliant and malleable as he was passed out. His legs had been slightly pulled apart so that his butt cheeks formed a widening valley from his lower back to his perineum. Deep between his globes I could see his bare sphincter gently closed and motionless. Inside his mouth there was a ball gag, and a strand of spit was dangling down and forming a puddle on the floor. After getting him locked in position, I had taken the liberty of removing all of his pubic hair. I had also pried apart his cheeks and denuded the hair in the valley around his untouched asshole. I loved the sight of his pale cock stripped as bare as he was, exposed and waiting to be used. I didn’t think it was possible, but it looked even bigger without his thick blond bush sprouting around the base. His ballsack was next, as I gently pulled and kneaded his nuts to get the skin taunt enough to scrape. Even with his mind knocked out, his cock seemed wide awake, and started to flex as the loose skin was pulled further down his shaft. A drop of precum formed at his slit, but I refrained from indulging its cry for attention. I finished with his ballsack and cleaned his taint, and continued all the way up to his glutes. As I pulled his cheeks apart, I gently dragged the blade around his hole. As I went back and forth to make sure that every hair was removed, his sphincter felt the cold air and started to involuntarily clench and release. The blade paused as I looked at his innocent virgin hole, and imagined all the things that were going to happen to it tonight. I felt my own cock twitch in my pants as it screamed out exactly what it wanted to do and a burning desire spread all the way up to my gut. I had to lean back and take a deep breath before I could continue to work steadily at my task. The time was fast approaching with my needs and urges would be fully satisfied, but now was not that time. I finished another step in removing one more piece of his alpha masculinity and took the blade back upstairs to grab some refreshments. I grabbed a chair and put it down behind him. Sitting down, I took out a beer from pack and leaned back to enjoy the view as I took a sip. I knew I could do whatever I wanted to him even if he wasn’t out cold, but it wasn’t just his perfect body I wanted to destroy. First I wanted to slowly and methodically break his will. I wanted him to experience every stage of his downfall, and fully feel the pain, pleasure, and fear I would use to do it. I waited patiently for the drugs and alcohol in his system to wear off. I drank slowly so I could enjoy a slight buzz without being impaired for rest of the evening. I smirked as I sat there drinking his beer, staring at the results of where his lack of control had gotten him. That and his throbbing pole of meat which was the real cause of his predicament with its single-minded lust to be satisfied. As I got close to finishing my first beer, I head a small groan coming out of him. All the blood that had collected in his upper body from gravity would definitely not be helping him make a comfortable journey back to awareness, but I knew that soon he would be ready to begin. I put down my unfinished beer and leaned forward in my chair. With one hand I reached out and circled it around his bare, exposed sack. I gently pulled his balls away from his body and began kneading them in the palm of my hand as he gave out a louder groan. With my other hand I reached between his legs and wrapped it around his shaft. The waves of heat from the blood in his cock caused me to squeeze hard as I felt the veins pulse across my palm. I gently pulled his 10 inch cock back and down between his legs until it was pointing straight at the ground. As he started to come around, I began slowly sliding my hand up and down his manhandled dick. The drops of precum fell from his slit to the ground below faster, released by my manipulations and pulled by gravity. Soon there was a string of slime stretching out from his mushroom head as his cock became fully awake. We were finally ready to start.

Part II I heard footsteps coming up towards the front door. Even though he had never been here before, the door opened without even a knock and he came to a stop just inside the house. He looked down across the room at me and watched without saying a word, simply holding eye contact. The front door was wide open behind him, and I knew he would remain there as long as it took for me to break eye contact. He was good, using the anxiety of someone happening to walk by and see this compromising scene to establish his dominance by making me look away first. I indulged him, and my eyes darted to the door before looking back at him, and he broke into a smile as he enjoyed his first step in taking control. He was definitely taller than me at 6 foot 3 inches and was built like a statue. His beautiful dark blond hair that was cut high and tight but looked like it had a few weeks growth to give it some body. The hair on top of him was slightly tousled from wearing his helmet, but it still looked like he was about to walk out of a damned Calvin Klein poster. I knew that it would be just long enough for me to grab on to, but I stored that away for later. He had light blue eyes that naturally drew your gaze, and he was clean shaven. When I saw his perfect smile I felt my abs involuntarily contract with desire which caused my dick to flex and another surge of precum to flow out of my slit. Luckily because of the tight fit of the old jeans and of my current position on my knees, I was able to stop more blood from draining into my cock. This handsome fucker was causing my body to betray me with a dozen different signals, and I knew that he was picking up on all of them as he just stood there. He slowly looked me up and down, and I knew I was being reviewed like a cut of meat at the supermarket. I take good care of myself, and at an even 6 feet I cut a decent figure myself. I had a runner’s build, but I also spent time building up my upper body. I liked having a lean balance to my frame, but we both knew it would do nothing to stop him from doing whatever he wished with me. His eyes finally travelled down and saw the wet patch next to my crotch that had slowly soaked through, and he gave a deep chuckle. “That’s what I like to see, a bitch in heat and on its knees.” As he finally turned around to close the door, I was able to drink in the rest of him. He had his helmet in one hand, but was wearing a tight white cotton shirt that was fitting him like a tailored glove. Nothing was left to the imagination, from his washboard abs to his pecs and large nipples. He had a strong neck with huge shoulders muscles. His arms were covered in a soft blond fuzz that almost seemed invisible in the right light, and I doubt I could wrap both my hands around one of his upper arms. He was wearing dark blue jeans with no belt and brown construction boots. I immediately had an image of him on his motorcycle zooming past people on the freeway, with a backdraft of wind somehow managing to get up under his shirt and show everyone his perfect stomach and back, causing people to swerve in traffic as they stared in lust. This was definitely a man who knew exactly what he was. He used it to dominate and control those who would give him what he wanted and were powerless to stop him. As he pushed the door closed, he turned back to face me while keeping one hand on the door handle. Looking straight into me with a smirk, he slowly moved his hand to the lock and dragged it into place with a clank. “I’m going to enjoy myself this weekend.” I looked right back at him with wide eyes while on the inside I returned the same smirk. The predator had trapped his prey. As he began walking over to me he casually looked around the house. I knew he liked what he saw, and I knew that in his mind he already owned this house and could use everything inside as he saw fit, including me. He came to a stop in front of me, towering above as he looked down. His crotch was inches from my face, but I didn’t dare move or break eye contact. He wanted to make sure I knew my proper place was on my knees in front of him, and that I everything was about him alone in this situation. I could finally catch his natural body odor, along with the heavy smell from his junk. My nostrils flared as I tried to suck in as much of it as possible, but still I didn’t move. Looking up at his body as his hard blue eyes bored into me, I knew exactly why this man always got what he wanted. Above the hills and valleys of perfectly sculpted muscle was that beautiful face looking down and judging. He saw my nostrils flare and again that perfect smile returned. I knew he would have punished me for pushing my head forward to get a heavy dose of his manly stink, and was satisfied that I was aware that any enjoyment I got this evening would be a byproduct of being able to serve a demigod. He tossed his helmet past me onto the couch. He asked, “Did you get what I ordered?” I responded, “Yes sir, it’s chilled and in the fridge. Would you like some, sir?” I had been told to buy him his brew of choice and to stock the fridge full of them. We were going to have a long weekend, and he didn’t want to have to leave the house. “Take off my boots first.” He sat down on the couch and I turned around on my knees and started unlacing his heavy boots. I took the chance to feel up his calf muscles as I lifted each leg to remove the boot, and felt the hard steel through the jeans. I could feel the weight of the muscle, bone, and the boot and could feel the coiled power emanating even from his lower legs. Still more precum oozed out and made my wet patch slowly bigger. He streched his arms out across the back of the couch and chose to allow me to cop a feel of what was to come while I completed my task. I eased each foot out of its boot and sock and could smell his odor rising with the heat from his bare skin. Something about this man made me love everything that he was giving, and he knew it. Before he would let me go any further, he pulled his feet out of my hands and put them back on the ground. “Now you can get the beer. Bring me a six-pack, and get back on your knees.” I quickly got up and headed towards the kitchen. I could feel his eyes following me, down my shoulders to my lower back, all the way to where my but cheeks were poking out above the waistband of my old jeans. He knew he could claim his territory whenever he wanted, but didn’t feel the need to rush what would be a long weekend. I went around the corner and grabbed the beer case out of the fridge. I paused to check and make sure I had the correct pack. Unknown to him, I had prepared a few extra ingredients of my own when I was purchasing him his booze. I had laced each bottle with a small amount of viagra and rohypnol, and then taken full advantage of my bottling machine in the garage to reseal my personal brew. I kept the amounts small so it would have a cumulative effect over the course of the evening. I didn’t want to arouse his suspicions with a single drink. I would be patient and continue to drag him deeper and deeper, while he continued to feel like he was more and more in control. I came back into the living to find him still stretched out with his feet spread, arms draped across the couch, and his head resting back with his eyes closed. Every muscle on him seemed to be on full display, and he hadn’t even taken off any clothes. I stood there and held my breath as I took in the sight. Eyes still closed, he smiled as he knew exactly what effect he was having. “Hurry up and get over here, bitch. You’re going to be working late tonight and you’ve already given me some ideas.” I smiled as I came up and handed him his beers before getting back on my knees in front of him. We both had different ideas of how this weekend was going to go. I knew he wasn’t going to enjoy mine.

If altar boys were allowed to carry guns , there would be no catholic church

Omar, Mike and Dante partuied with me once in a while for over a year. During that time, I was introduced to lots of new things and positions of fucking and other stuff and after repeated sessions, I was starting enjoy our sessions as much as them. During the year, I tried to hook up with other tops but I always felt my body desiring more of my 3 black tops. Meantime the intensity of our sex and other actitities were building up higher and higher each time we met. Dante was really enjoying giving me a good beat while he fucked me and sometimes he would make me bleed. But most of the times, I would just come out with few bruises. Everytime I saw the bruises, I was reminded of Dante and how much I worhipped his body sexually. One day Omar called me over to his place and wanted to talk instead of fucking me like we always did. He started to tell me about him how he was in a gang and killed someone in a fight so went to jail for 10 years cuz it was for self defense since the other guy had a gun. He then told me that Dante was from the juvenile prison for beaing up and raping a girl when he was 13 y.o. He told me that if I continued our partying the way we did, Dante might hurt me sometimes but he doesn't mean that he hates me but he's rather very fond of me. Dante only knows how to fuck like he's raping holes and that's the only way he enjoys sex. Finally Omar asked me if I would still like to continue our sessions after knowing that I was basically getting prison fucked by 3 of them everytime we met. I told him that I love to worship their body and their cocks and nothing will change my servitude for them. He smiled and took out his pipe to offer me smokes. I serviced Omar's cock with my deep throat for hours until Mike and Dante were free. Then when they came over, we had another rough rape like sex. This went on for few more months until Omar got arrested again and went to jail.