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I don't know who planted the load that finally converted me, but I know when it happened. You see, I work at a medical testing lab running blood and urine samples all day long. We do all kinds of testing: drug, disease, CBC, etc. In order to ensure the accuracy of the test machines we have various samples of blood with all the pathogens we test for. We run "calibration" tests often. When I started barebacking more and more, I got in the habit of running my own blood through for the HIV calibration test. Then it happens. The antigen test with my blood shows hiv antigens. I must say the initial shock passes quickly; I know the machines can be wrong. I run a PCR test to see if my blood is truly toxic. My viral load is north of 5 million. So this is it. After being less inhibited and less careful and taking more risks and more loads, it happens. I have an arednaline rush and my hands shake some. I feel tingly, numb, thrilled. I guess I feel a little more shock when the PCR test was done, but I start thinking about it. I think about how toxic my blood and cum are. I think about how *my* cock could deliver a life changing load of *my* seed, and I suddenly realize my cock is hard, rock hard, straining against my clothing. The thrill of knowing the power I have between my legs is intoxicating. Before I finish my shift I start making dates. That evening I visit Nicky. Nicky is a gorgeous boy with a strong taste for tina. I don't touch the stuff, but I always get extra hard when I find a vein and send whoever I am with spinning. When I get to Nicky's place I tell him he has to empty his balls into my ass before I will slam and fuck him. Nicky is thick and about 7 inches. He tries to fuck me well, but I can tell he really wants my cock and a hit of tina inside him. He stretches me out good and leaves about a quart of jizz sloshing in me. I can tell he is aching more and more for tina and my deadly cock... although he doesn't know that last bit about me... yet. I want my first poz top fuck to be worthy of my newly toxic status. I think how I am about to do something major to him that cannot be undone. My hard cock gets harder and harder. While I mix the tina and fill the rig I was wonder how to rough up Nicky's hole without being too obvious. Then inspiration strikes... Nicky has already tied off and is itching, dying for that hit of crystal. I find his vein easily. Out comes the plunger, making the clear potion in the syringe dark red with Nicky's blood. In goes the plunger, sending that burn up his arm and straight to his brain. He gives a small gasp and shakes a litle as the tina goes to work. Now he is staring at my cock. "How about a little extra?" I ask. From the look on his face, I can tell he is curious but not sure what I mean. I take the needle and slide it into my vein. Out comes the plunger, filling the clear tube with my concentrated death serum. I look at it. Nicky looks at it and looks at me. I slide the needle into his vein again and pull the plunger out some more. Our blood - my lethal and his spiked- mix. In goes the plunger, and with it my mark is forever on him. I can see the look in his eyes. His mouth quivers a little as he catches his breath. He is deeply into it, but not at the level I am. I have precum flowing down my shaft. Nicky licks it all up, and sucks me deep. Then I go to work on his ass. My cock is hard beyond belief. I show no mercy. Only my precum and Nicky's spit lube my cock. I thrust in balls deep and push deeper. I fuck as hard as I can. I can hear Nicky wimper with each especially hard shove of my deadly cock. I am at the edge. In addition to the intense hot pleasure of violating Nicky's beautiful ass, my mind is flashing on the poison welling up in my throbbing cock; the seed of change. Finally I give him my second load of biotoxins. I see he has cum again from my fucking. Later that night I am finally able to mate with a kid from adam4adam who has been teasing my cock for almost 4 weeks. Him waiting, playing shy, and not meeting the first night we chatted makes a lasting difference for him. I gather from our chats that he is the only son of a well to do family from the east coast. He is finishing his first year of college. He tells me he is a virgin. At first I assume that's a load of crap but later I believe him. He says he has been using his fingers to anally pleasure himself since he was 12, and he just knows a cock in his ass will be amazing, like it's his calling. As we chat almost every night on a4a, he makes a big deal of how conflicted he is. He says he knows safe sex is best, but he wants his "first time" to be special... and raw. I figure he's just being a cock tease but I play along. At first he asks me a few times if I am clean. I tell him, honestly at the time, that I am. At some point he stops asking, but he keeps teasing. Finally he gives me his address and asks me to come over. He opens the door and he's not disappointing. He's cute, slender without being skinny, and he smiles at me in a way that tells me I meet with his approval too. I go in and he closes the door. I gently use my fingers to lift his chin so he is looking up at me. I kiss him; I slide my tongue in his mouth. His arms wrap around my waist and he presses his body to mine. I feel his hard cock through his pants. He leads me to his bedroom and we continue to make out and undress. I take a quick break to pee and while I am in his bathroom I see a razor sitting on the sink. I laugh to myself as I bet he needs to shave once a week at most. I go back to the bedroom and he's totally naked now. I soon join him and we continue to make out, our cocks growing harder and harder. As he sucks my cock (clumsily) I notice he has some hair around his pink hole. I get up and order him to follow me. He does so obediently. Good boy. We go to the bathroom and climb into the tub. I sit on the edge of the tub and bend him over my knee. I run some warm water and finger his hole to open him up some. I soap his ass up and grab his razor. I go to work shaving his hole clean. Every so often I stick a finger or three inside. The soap stings him a little, which is good since it makes him not notice that I am also using his razor to makes some small cuts just inside his relaxed anus. I rinse him off good and lead him back to bed. I make him lay on his tummy with his ass in the air, and I start to rim him. He is groaning with pleasure. My tongue dances over his sensitive little boy cunt, and slides inside now and then. He pushes his ass back against my face, wanting more. He is going to get more... much more. I think about how in the previous weeks when he chatted with me he would chicken out... tease my cock to a diamond like hardness then back out and ask to chat more later. I decide he is going to be punished for teasing me that way, and he's going to be punished for being a barebacking little faggot. I drop a wad of spit on the tip of my cock and spread it over the head. He has his arms folded so that his head rests on his hands. I move his arms down by his side and place his hands on his back. Now he is down on his chest with his ass in the air. His arms are in such a position as to be useless. He is vulnerable. He is mine. I move the head of my cock against his hole. I put my hands on each of his shoulders and hold him down. I rocket my hips forward as hard and fast as I can. My whole cock goes all the way in. He shakes and screams in pain. I think to myself, "This is your punishment for being a cock tease." I hold a pillow over his mouth until he stops screaming. I let him catch his breath and give him more brutal thusts. He starts to make noise again and I cover his mouth with the pillow again. He is struggling in vain against me. His hole is tight and clenching around my swelling cock. I keep thrusting. I show no mercy. He is whimpering, "Please, please, please... it hurts... please stop... please..." I thrust harder and see tears running down his face. As I continue to pull out and brutally push in, again and again, I can see in the dim light of the bedroom that my cock is covered with blood from his torn up hole. I remember how toxic I am. I wonder if the precum alone would convert him. I think about him... so young... such a... a what? A blank canvas! Yes, that's it... he's my blank canvas and I am going to make him be what I want. I will take away his plans and he will be, for the rest of his life, an example of my work. This is his punishment for being a barebacking slut the first time he gets fucked. I ram harder and harder, more and more. He is crying quietly and his whole body shakes as I climax. My deadly cock shoots like a gun... bang, bang, bang, bang bang. I pull out and make him lick my cock clean as he continues to cry. I get dressed and go home without saying a word. To be continued...

I was travelling for work and was in a fairly small city. I was horny and had a few hours to kill before I had to go to dinner with a client. I got on a4a and was looking around for a top willing to come to my hotel and fuck me. I started chatting with this guy who was a few miles away. His profile said he was 5'9", 165 lbs, blue eyes, brown hair, a 7"cut cock and an average body. Convo: Me: Nice cock. Him: Thanks. You're hot. Me: Thanks. Unlock? u a top/btm? (I unlocked my naked pics) Him: Unlocked. Top. U? Me: Usually bottom. Neg and ddf here, u? Him: Same here. When are you looking? Me: Now. At xxx hotel and can't travel. Him: I'll come fuck you. Me: Text me xxx-xxx-xxxx. We switch to texting. Text: Him: On my way. Should be there soon. Me: Getting in the shower. u fuck bb or safe? Him: Safe. U? Me: Done both. Him: I only fuck safe with guys I meet online. That cool? Me: Sure. I have condoms in my bag. Him: Cool. He arrived in about 10 minutes. I'd just gotten out of the shower and was in my towel and I let him in. He was stockier than his pics and profile said and I was put off at first. I was nervous and so was he. So we chatted for awhile. Since it seemed like we were just going to chat, I decided to move things along. I got up and walked over to my bag and got out some boxer briefs and dropped my towel. I bent over to put on my underwear when he came up behind me and rubbed my ass. I grabbed for his cock and rubbed it through his jeans. It was hard. I dropped to my knees and opened his pants and started to suck his cock. His cock was fat just like his picture. I sat him on the bed and sucked his cock. He said I gave good head. He pulled me onto the bed and sucked my cock. I was on my back and he was a great cocksucker. I was really turned on and he spread my legs and started rubbing my hole. He asked where the lube and condoms were and I pointed to my bag. He grabbed them and opened the lube and put some on my hole. He started fingering me and had 2 fingers in me really quickly. He sucked my cock and I was getting so turned on. He asked if I wanted to get fucked. I said yes. he told me how hot I was and had me bend over the bed. He fingered me some more and rubbed his cock on my ass. He said, "You are so hot. I want to fuck your ass so bad." I said, "Do it. Fuck me." He grabbed the condom and i opened the lube to put some on my cock and handed him the lube. He fingered some more lube into me. He was rock hard as he had 3 fingers in my ass. I was moaning. He said, "Do you really let guys bareback your hot ass?" I said, "Sometimes. If they want to." At this point I noticed that he still hadn't put on the condom. I said, "Are you going to fuck me?" He said, "Yes, I'm going to fuck your hungry ass." He rubbed his cock in my crack and leaned over me and said, "I'm going to fuck you good." I said, "Do you want to bareback me?" He said, "I just met you. Are you sure?" I said, "You can if you want. Either way is fine as long as your cock is in me soon." He kept rubbing the head of his bare cock on my hole and along my crack. He said, "How do you want it? What do you like better?" I said, "Bareback." He dropped the unopened condom on the bed next to me and pushed his bare cock into my ass. I winced in pain and he stopped for and let me adjust. Then he started sawing in and out of my ass slowly. His bare cock was inside me and I was moaning. He kept saying how hot I was and how good my ass felt. He bottomed out inside me and then started fucking me hard. I was pushed down on the bed and we were both moaning and grunting. I realized that I was fully naked taking his bare cock and he was still wearing all his clothes and just had his pants open and his boxers down. I told him how good his cock felt. He said, "I'm not going to last long fucking you bareback." I didn't say anything. He kept fucking and like a minute later he said, "Are you close?" I said yes and he said, "I'm going to cum." I realized he was probably going to pull out. I said, "Don't stop. Keep fucking me." He said, "If I don't pull out then I'm going to cum in your ass." I said, "Don't stop. Keep fucking me." He said, "But I'll cum in you." I said, "Do it. Cum in my ass." He grunted really loudly and jammed his cock inside me and shot his cum in my ass. I jerked off quickly to the feeling of his cock and load inside me and I came on the bed. He pulled out and said, "That was hot." I turned over and said, "Yeah it was. I'm glad you decided to bareback me. It made it hotter." He said, "Me too." He pulled his boxers and jeans up and left. I showered and went to meet the client and my boss for dinner full of safe sex boy's cum.

I'd stop fucking if I couldn't eat the hole beforehand. Actually before, during and after the fuck...

Halloween: the night when all the freaks come out, and I decided, as I usually did, to join them. Usually I go as the sexy pizza boy or shirtless lumberjack. I get a lot of grabs and looks from the boys at the bars, all in the name of harmless sexy fun. However, this year I decided to go as the Dark Knight Batman: a little dark, totally anonymous with the face mask, and I get to let my inner nerd out. I also decided that since I'm 26, I don't have to be treated like an object at every costume party, at least this year. I live with my parents close to the local college which my younger brother attends, now 21 and in his junior year. He is almost always out at parties or bars, he just sleeps here. Sometimes. Anyhow, since around here Halloween gets very noisy and disruptive, my parents went on a weekend get away, leaving the house in my care. On the big night, I prepared myself for the festivities, dressing in flattering torso armor, armored tights, half mask, utility belt, phone, keys, cash, my ID, and a couple condoms and couple lube packets- after all, a superhero is prepared for all forms of combat. A couple of my boys wanted to meet up at the local leather bar rather than our normal hangout. Since Halloween is a Saturday this year, the bars are going to be packed. The leather bar usually has fewer people, but it has surprisingly good music and a small dance floor. Drinks are cheap, too, so I'm looking forward to the party, and to get fully in the mood, I made myself a couple of vodka tonics, and down them just before I left the house to await an Uber at the end of the driveway. As I stood there, I could feel the vodka kicking in, I must have poured them stronger than I thought, it's going to be some night! The driver could tell I was drunk by the time we got close to the bar. There was utility truck and a small crowd, so he had to drop me off down the street. I stepped out, thanked him, to which he replied, "Looks like you're going to have a lot of fun! Stay safe!" I laughed. I felt sexy, I was solidly buzzed, I loved how the tights clung to me. I still had my runner's body from college. I was giving myself a hardon, and I chucked: the plastic codpiece let me sport full mast and no one was the wiser. As I approached the bar building, I heard a guy beckon, "What's got 'ya grinning, Batman?" I turned and looked, and saw a beautiful specimen in a snake-scale body suit and had a cobra half-mask with open hood around his neck standing the entrance to the alley leading behind the bar. "Whoa..." I stuttered, "y-you do." I suddenly gained my composure and pretended to play cool. I glanced down and saw an unsupported bulge in the spandex pants and I licked my lips. "Hot costume. Looks like you're a very big snake!" I stepped closer to him and he stepped closer to me. "You're too kind!" he said, pretending to be bashful, placing a hand on my chest. "But you see, I'm cold blooded. I grow a little as things heat up." "Really?" I stepped closer and started to lean in. "Sounds like we need to heat you up and get you all stretched out. You must be all cramped up." I could feel my heart begin to race. I'm never this quick and obvious, but the vodka and my concealed erection were speaking on my behalf, and it's working. The cobra guy suddenly puts a hand behind my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. Our masks just barely let us kiss. I lean in entirely into his body, minding my codpiece and moved to the side slightly, allowing his slowly growing cock to press firmly against my thigh. A couple guys whistled as they passed behind us, one even grabbed my ass, pushing me into Cobra a little more. I felt a cold spot soak through my tights: a precummer, sweet. We continued to make out for a minute and I had to have him. It was clear for the moment, both of us looked around, grinned devilishly and Cobra grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper into the alley. Barely turning the corner, we continued to make out with abandon. My hand ran down his body suit and to my relief, found the waist of his tights. I grabbed his bottom lip with my teeth and felt around with my other hand to find the waist at his other hip. He laughed as I pulled on his lip and started to lower his tights. His cock sprang out as soon as it was free from the spandex. It was a nice seven and a half inches, thicker than my own, uncut with loose foreskin. I was a little jealous- I remember as kids my parents explaining they changed their minds about circumcision when I saw my brother's peeper was different than mine. Ever since, I had foreskin envy. Seeing that uncut beauty, I immediately dropped to my knees. One of the plastic knee pads jabbed under my kneecap and made me jump and readjust. It's ironic that these armored tights hurt. "Are you okay, Batman?" "Yea-" I gulped as I slid my mouth as far down that cock as I could go, pulling that supple foreskin with my lips. I felt my Snake's body shudder as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I wrapped my tongue around as much of the shaft as I could and started to swallow all my drool and all his precum that started gushing out. "Oh, God!" he yelped. It sounded like he was holding back tears. He gasped slightly every time I slid down his cock, brushing my tongue and lips across his foreskin. It sounded like he never felt a real blowjob before. I'm glad I was giving it to him. He took a deep breath and came down from his small piece of heaven, placed his hand under my chin to gesture me to look up. When I made eye contact with him with his dick still in my mouth, he started talking, "It's been a couple weeks since I've been able to sink that fang you're sucking on into something tasty, and I'm starving. Can I take a bite?" I nodded. All this character talk would normally be cheesy, but it made me even hotter. I slowly stood up, letting his dick pop out of my mouth in one smooth motion. I reached into my utility belt and found the lube packets and set them on the lid of a trashcan next to us. I reached back into the pouch, trying to feel for the condoms when I felt Cobra's hand unsnapped my belt and pulled my own tights down. I stuttered, "wait a-" when I felt his hands bend me over and his tongue slide in me. Getting rimmed while drunk is amazing, I instantly relaxed and moaned as his spit started to invade me. I put my hands on the wall in front of me, pushing my hole on his tongue. I felt him stand up and felt an equally wet cockhead against my hole, and I instinctively pushed back and wiggled to help get his rod into me. He was a little thicker than I was ready for so I stood still for a second. Cobra knew why I stopped for a second and I felt him squeeze another lube packet onto his partly-inserted dick. I took a deep breath and he took that opportunity to slide the rest of the way in. I grunted and moaned when he hit me balls deep. He impaled me breathless. He was the perfect size to stretch me to capacity without pain. He held there for about twenty seconds. I felt his cock twitch in me, buried to the hilt. He was sharing this heavenly moment with me. His cock pulsed in me again, and my prostate tingled, causing me to involuntarily shudder. He inhaled rather forcefully and whimpered, "Damn..." as pulled his dick out slightly and pressed firmly back in. This brought me back down to Earth and awakened a cock frenzy I never felt before. I slid back and forth, almost letting Cobra's cock slip out of me slamming my full body weight back onto his dick. He grabbed my hips tightly and took control back from me. "Damn, this is the finest meal I've ever sunk my fang into!" He exclaimed as he gave my ass a slap. His breath heaved. "I recently charged up, been waiting almost a month for prey like you to try my potent venom on!" "Oh ye-yeah!" I grunted. "This feels too good, this is perfect!" as I succumbed to being my Cobra's meal. My hole started pulsing around his dick as he sent me into an anal orgasm and I moaned uncontrollably. Five minutes of constant solid pounding, I felt Cobra's body begin to shake, I knew he was close. He leaned over and spoke in my ear, "My fang is in you. It's toxic. It's about to shoot. Can I shoot my poison in you?!" By the tone of desperation in his voice I knew he had only a couple seconds before cumming. I clumsily nodded with my Batman mask teetering on my head, I pulled my ass as apart as I could and surrendered my hole. He tightened his grip on my hips and started full-force slamming into my ass. After the tenth thrust, he pulled my hips into him and held me there, neither of us could breathe. Five seconds later his cock started flexing in me and a torrent of cum was unleashed. His cockhead swelled with each jet which actually hurt. His dick went from the perfect size to swelling into something I could not fully handle. My hole disagreed and tightened and pulsed to match the spurting of his dick in me. We were startled by the sound of clapping. Two guys deeper in the alley watched the show without either of us noticing. They were a shorter muscle-built Latino and a taller black man. The Latino had his dick out and was fully hard. He was probably stroking for a few minutes as we unknowingly put on a show. Cobra laughed which made his dick throb in me. Being stimulated and embarrassed, I could only blush and look down. "Can't let any of that POZ load go to waste!" The Latino proclaimed as he started to walk up. "Nope! Go for it!" Cobra agreed as he pulled out of my hole, volunteering it. The Latino's cock was already underneath Cobra's dick to catch any cum that might leak out. I felt an ooze forming when I felt Latino's dick pressed against my hole. "That monster of yours and my load, this piece of meat has no chance!" I started to panic and pull away when the black man stepped up and pushed me down. I started replaying everything. I thought it was character talk, not him trying to poz me. I couldn't find the condoms in the utility belt then forgot about them. Latino started to push in. His cock was thicker than Cobra's. "Wow, that's one wet mess in there, he must've cum a bucket!" Latino just kept pressing in farther. I stiffened up. "Relax dude, he already filled you up, I'm just going to make sure it stays in there." Latino wasn't even as deep as Cobra was in me as I felt impossibly full- all of that really was cum. Latino chuckled, "Now for the fun part!" He pushed firmly but slowly into my hole. "Lee, for my next trick, I'm going to pop this boy's 2nd ring cherry!" He commented to his black companion. I heard a cell phone bloop as Cobra somehow produced his iPhone. "Damn, I wanted to watch this, but I gotta go!" Cobra tucked his cock back in his tights and straightened his costume. "Make me proud!" He laughed as he hurriedly marched out of the alley. "Yessir!" replied Latino. He pressed deeper into me and the pressure was getting intense. Lee was holding me down and Latino kept driving into me. My ass flexed and twitched on the inside, I felt a gush deep in me... My hole clenched Latino's cock again and I felt another gush. I now knew what he meant by popping my 2nd ring cherry. Latino moaned each time my ass clenched which made him push harder. Then he hit a spot and couldn't go deeper. It hurt. Latino spoke up, "There's that 2nd ring! I felt that other dude's load squeeze in there so it's nice and lubed up, but I gotta push the rest in. It's gonna hurt at first, but once my nine and a half is balls deep, you'll want to marry me." Latino could feel me panicking, my legs were shaking and Lee wasn't letting me up. "It's okay, take a couple deep breaths." I followed his instructions, knowing I had no choice. He felt me relax, "There you go, baby, this isn't bad. This sounds a little complicated, but grip my cock and push out when I tell you. Now breathe... Grip and push!" Latino leaned his whole body into me, my inside muscles started throbbing. I started yelping and Lee had to muffle me. All the pressure gave way and I felt Latino's pubes starting to scratch against me. I groaned involuntarily as my second ring was learning to relax around this thick cock which was now fully impaled in me. I somehow got fully hard and was on the edge of an orgasm. Latino grunted, "You're damn tight! God!" He started thrusting deep in me, "I can't hold back!" Within seconds Latino started to cum. The load shot deeper in me than anything has ever gone in me. His cock flexing in my second hole started to make me cum. His dick hurt but felt incredible. I shot a spurt onto the ground. Lee was able to catch some of it and fed it to Latino. Latino was coming down from his orgasm and snorted in laughter, "Sweet like a virgin!" Latino started to pull out- I shuddered as he extracted from the second ring and let out a gentle moan as each inch tugged out of me. He had two inches left in me and he commanded, "Tighten that hole!" To which I complied. He suddenly jerked the final two inches out to a 'pop' like a wine bottle being opened. I sighed in relief. "Good to the last drop?" Lee teased Latino. "Always!" as Latino slapped my exposed battered hole. "Cool. It's my turn, yo!" Lee unzipped and let out his seven inches. Latino moved to my shoulders and Lee moved behind me and slid all the way in me. I offered no resistance, my hole had no resistance left, Lee was able to pump into my hole at will. Bending over me and whispering in my ear, "I love a worn out hole. I only fuck sluts like you." Lee continued his pace for another minute and unceremoniously ejaculated in me. "Last deposit of the night!" And pulled out. Lee zipped up and patted Latino on the shoulder. "Time for drinks!" They walked down the alley laughing, leaving me with my armor tights at my knees, already forgotten. I pulled up my tights, sat on a crate next to the trash can and took off the Batman mask. I'm amazed it stayed on the whole time, it nearly fell off a couple times. I looked down at the ground. Two wrapped condoms. They must have fallen out as I was looking in my utility belt. My utility belt... Some superhero I was... I couldn't even work that right. I opened one of the pouches on the belt and found my phone. A couple text messages were sent about ten minutes ago- friends wondering where I was, saying the dance floor was amazing tonight. I texted back, "Srry. Feeling Sick. Staying home." I sat there for ten more minutes and recollected myself. I stood up, put my Batman mask back on and walked out of the alley. A taxi was chilling just down from the bar entry. I walked over, hopped in and ordered him home. The cab driver said, "Great costume- done partying already?!" "Yeah. Kinda not feeling well." "Aww. That's too bad. We'll get you home quick and you can get to rest." The rest of the cab ride was silent. I tossed him a twenty, almost double the fare and hopped out without a word. I got in the door, stripped my costume off as I started climbing the stairs, threw it in my room and walked naked to the bathroom, where a cool shower greeted and comforted me. I dried off, put on a pair of boxers and went back downstairs to watch TV in the living room. I woke up about an hour later to the front door unlocking. My brother came in the door and carrying a couple bags. I got up to greet him, "Rick, I'm surprised you're home tonight. I thought you would crash at one of your bud's." Rick put his bags down next to the living room stairs. "Yeah, but I gotta come home sometime, this is where I keep my clean underwear." We laughed. I glanced at him- tank top and basketball shorts. He's usually commando in those so yep, home is where your undies are. "Thought you'd be out with your boys at one of your gay bars. No Slutty Starbucks Barista this year?" Rick asked. "Nah, got dressed, went out, started to feel sick, came back. I started prepartying, didn't sit well." "That sucks." "Did you go out?" I asked Rick. "Yeah. A few of us got in costume, went around some of the Houses. I'm not as wasted as I should be!" Rick peeled off his tank top and threw it on top of one of the bags. "Tomorrow's laundry. Gonna turn in, absolutely drained, you know." He looked at me with a naughty glint. "Oh, really- deets then bed!" "Just some bar skank, met passing in front of a bar, wandered into a back alley, didn't get a name... Costumes and all made it one of the hottest hookups ever. Like I said- drai-ained! K, night!" Proud of his account, Rick promptly ran up the stairs and abruptly closed his bedroom door, shaking the handrail, knocking over one of his laundry bags, spilling its contents. A cobra mask rolled out. ~fin~

By 40 I thought I had tried everything at least once. One night in SF on a business trip changed all that. I was in my hotel room checking out a hookup site and got a hit by a nice looking guy. Simple profile, mid 30's. 5'9, 160 lbs. some hair. Big cock.... His pic was what I liked in a guy. Average Joe not deep into any scene. I sent him a hit back and he said he loved the pic of my furry ass, big beefy muscular build at 6'3 245, and wanted to know if I wanted to hang out for awhile. I sent my phone number and right away my phone rang. Small talk got me out of my room and over to Dan's place in the next hour. He met me at the door and led me to his bedroom. He offered me a bottled water from the night stand and we talked some more. He then asked me to stand up and show him my ass. Not too hard to do since i was wearing a pair of cargo shorts with no belt that like to travel south as i walked. When he saw my furry ass with nothing but a white jock strap he let out a cool "fuck yeah" and started to tell me how much he like a furry beefy ass to lick, kiss, suck, and fuck. When i bent over to pull up my shorts he told me to freeze. The next thing I heard was the sound of the flicks of a lighter. When I turned around he was deep into the draw of a huge hit of the pipe. He exhaled and offered it to me. I shook my head pulled up my shorts and started to button them. Until that day I had resisted the party life. But this time watching Dan kicked back in his chair holding the pipe in one hand and a torch in the other was just too tempting. I bumbled through the explanation I always gave which ended with why I always tried to practice safe sex, and he said "hey thats cool and I get you man. I looked at his handsome face and puppy dog brown eyes, and slowly started to unbutton my shorts. They fell to the floor and I pulled off my T shirt standing there in nothing but a jock strap and running shoes. He starred at me as i dropped to my knees in front of him. He then fired up the bowl and gave me my first shotgun, then my second, third, fourth, and fifth. That night we layed in his bed kissing and exploring each other with our mouths. We never slept but spent a few hours wrapped in each other. Once my head cleared I left and went back to my hotel. The next day I could barely focus on work waiting for a text or call from Dan. At 5 I texted him. " Was great to meet you. Would like to see you again". Right away came "Me too, you know where to find me" I finished my work stuff and headed to the gym for a quick workout. It was back and bicep day and i blew through back to focus on my arms. I ducked into the locker room for a nice long shower and by 9 I was out the door. Dan opened the door and gave me a very sweet hug and kiss. He then led me to his bedroom. Without a word said he put me on the bed and grabbed the pipe and torch. We shot gunned a few times and he put the pipe down. We both stripped down. Me wearing a jock strap and him sporting a big hardon. Big balls and a full bush that lead up to his bellybutton. What looked and felt big last night seemed ever bigger now. 8" and thick on a lean body made me fuckin hot. I dropped down to suck his cock and tasted a huge amount of precum. As I was sucking him he fired up and would bend over and give me a shotgun. A few minutes later I asked him if we could talk. "Of Course" he said. I told him I really liked him and more than anything wanted to spend the night with him. That I wanted him to enjoy my body and I trusted his judgement. Across his face came a grin follwed by a long kiss. He left the room for a few minutes returning with a small bag he sat on the night stand. He sat me on the bed and grabbed a strap from the bag. He wrapped it around my big bicep and made a big smile. It happened so fast I barely know what hit me. With laser precision he found and pierced one of the many bulging veins on my arm. I looked down and saw him pull back as the fluid turned red. He started to push forward asking me if it stung or burned. " All good" he continued until it was empty. He quickly pulled it ourt and undid the strap on my bicep. For the first time I was not in charge of my body. I started to feel this warmth move throughout me, and I let out two large dry coughs. He told me to lay back and raise my arm. As my head spun I looked at him like I have never looked at a man. Things I didn't notice before had me captivated. I was fucking turned on by his smooth hairless ribcage area and how the V shape in his pelvis made his cock and balls look even bigger. It made me want to open my legs and take what ever he gave me. He gave me a kiss made sure I was good and proceeded to put on a hot fucking show for me. From the bed I watch him tie off, and expertly hit himself. When he raised his arm the sight of his hairy pit made me moan. He came to the bed and climbed on top of me. I felt his cock pushing on my ass as we grabbed at each other. From the nightstand he grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted it on his big cock and then my furry ass. I was feeling fucking great as he shoved his cock in me. The thought of using a condom never entered my mind. As he pushed in a pulled out I could see his thick veiny cock enter and exit my ass. Deep thrusts until he pulled it out and put it in my mouth making me clean off all my ass juice. Another big grin and a "So how are you", "Fucking great man". He got out of the bed as I watched him grab for the bag again. He opened it up taking out two more "rigs" as he called them. Mesmerized now as he went through the same exact motions. Tie off, point, aim, hit, unstrap, cough and give up control of my body. Only this time everything was more intense as I laid back with my arm over my head. Cross eyed I watch him do the same and, again I saw the hottness of his body, the smell of a man who has been giving a good fuck to a big beefy man, and a cock I need back in my ass. As he kicked back in the chair riding his high I could feel my ass hunger for his cock. I asked him to fuck me. I was so spun I think I told him I wanted to have unsafe sex with him. The grin on his face was followed by his cock in my ass. Within a few minutes of his pounding and my begging for his load he started to jackhammer my ass until I felt the walls of my ass catch on fire. Six big squirts were buried deep in my ass until he collapsed on top of me in a sweaty mess. Still inside he continued to pulsate until his cock slipped out. He rolled off of me and guided my head and mouth to his cock to clean him off. He then moved his hand down to my ass and started to finger my hole. First soft and then harder as he finger banged my ass. I asked him if he liked my ass and he said "POSITIVELY"

This is going to be my next series of stories. I travel for work a lot and I have some hot experiences. If you have read my safe sex to cumdump series, you know a bit about me already. I am 32, 6'2", blonde, blue eyes, 185 lbs with a 30" waist and a 7.5"cut cock. These stories all took place in the last 7 years and I'm not going to do them chronologically. I'll just write them as I remember them. That all said, to the stories.

Two nights ago I met a big burly bear in his 40s on Scruff and we decided to meet for coffee and see if we hit it off. We met downtown and he was very sexy. Beautiful deep grey eyes, handsome face, full beard, brown curly hair receding a bit in the front. He was exactly what I want in a dominant top too - I'm a little guy at 5'7" and he's 6'2", and while he's chubby he has a really strong build. I wanted him in me the second I saw him. We decided to skip the coffee and walk back to his place. We got to his apartment and he was on me almost as soon as the door shut - kissing, nibbling at my lip, one hand holding the back of my head and the other groping my ass, running under my shirt to feel my chest fur. He somehow knew all the right buttons to push to get me turned on and horny. He pushed me down onto his bed and we rolled around kissing. He practically ripped my shirt off me and started licking and biting me all over. I've still got hickeys on my neck, back, chest and belly We undressed down to our underwear. He was wearing a pair of black briefs that could barely contain his rock hard 7" cock. A lot of guys describe cocks as rock hard but this was as close to the real deal as I've ever felt - he was somewhat thinner than average and cut really tight, so there was practically no give to the skin on his cock. I started stroking him and his cock felt like a warm fleshy dildo in my hand, it was so hard. He rolled me over and pushed me down on my stomach, and pulled down the back of my trunks so hard he ripped a hole in them. He buried his face in my ass and started tonguing my musky sweaty hole (I was clean but hadn't showered since the morning). All the while he growled over and over in his deep sexy voice "mm you are such a sweet sexy cub...I love your furry body....I Love your tight hairy hole..." Every word sent shivers all over my body. Finally he flipped me over again (I'm a husky boy so he is really strong to be able to do that!) and looked deep into my eyes, and asked "you want to get fucked tonight, don't you." I gasped out a yes. He flipped me over onto my stomach and spit on my hole. Before I could say a word he threw all his weight down on my body and pushed his cock all the way into me in one powerful thrust. My hole spasmed painfully and I yelped. He pulled out and without lifting his weight off of me growled into my ear "mmm you are so tight baby boy....I don't want to hurt you but let's get that hole ready and then I'm going to fuck you hard." He grabbed some lube and fingered my tight hole until it relaxed. My whimpers of pain turned into moans of pleasure as he worked my opening. Finally he grabbed my wrists and held me down as he thrust into me again. He pounded my ass relentlessly for the next half hour, only stopping to catch his breath or slightly change positions. Once he had me ride him, and I sank down onto his cock feeling it slide in deeper than it had been so far. But he wanted to be in control of my body completely, so he ended up back on top of me plowing me from behind, his husky furry body dripping with sweat. Finally his pace quickened and I felt his breathing get more ragged (his massive furry chest was pressed against my upper back so hard I could literally feel every breath and every beat of his heart as his entire body strained to plant his load in me). He moaned and said "this is it baby boy....I'm gonna fucking flood your guts with my cum....tell me you want it, beg for it." I pleaded with him - "mm yes please breed me! Cum inside that tight hairy hole, I want your load in my guts!" With that he let out a long moan almost like a howl and gave one final thrust, almost collapsing onto me. I couldn't feel his cock throbbing - he was a bit on the thinner side - but I felt the warm wet rush of cum deep in my hole as he unloaded. He rolled off me, glistening with sweat, and kissed me saying "that's my good boy." He gently rolled me over onto my back and said "cum for me baby boy....I wanna see the load you built up from me fucking your hole." I started stroking my 6" cock as he tugged, licked and bit my nipple. He slid his other hand down to my balls and cupped and tugged them gently. He then slid his middle finger into my sore fuckhole, massaging my prostate with his cum as lube. That sent me over the edge pretty quickly and I blew a huge two day load all over my stomach (I normally shoot far and hard but for some reason if anything at all is in my ass I just dribble). He scooped up my cum and worked it back into my hole, mixing it with his. Two days later and my hole is still sore. I held both our loads inside me as long as I could...fucking love knowing his sperm and mine are both swimming inside my guts. Definitely want to see him again.

Tad and Willie lay side by side on their backs upon the floor too exhausted by their gang rapes to move. Willie's eyes were closed and his face was coated with patches of dried semen and flecks of blood from his many small facial wounds. The fair skin of his lean body was marred by bruises and scratches, welts and the cum of several dozen rapes. His prick was rubbed raw by hours of rough masturbation which left it as swollen as his bruised testicles. As he lay unmoving and barely breathing, he moaned constantly in a low drone of pain. Tad was not nearly in such bad condition as Wolf had protected him from the more viscous attacks perpetrated on Willie's teenage flesh. Tad's lips were swollen from sucking dozens of hard pricks and his face was smeared with the cum they had produced. But he had few cuts and just a little bruising from the few slaps he had received to remind him of his place. His body too contained the traces of dozens of ejaculations but he bore little evidence of physical abuse beyond his swollen nipples and the bruise on his balls from Wolf's cruel punch. Wolf had not allowed Tad to be masturbated or his balls to be beaten or anything larger than a his own prick to be shoved into Tad's ass. He had been treated kindly compared to battered Willie and he ought to be grateful for Wolf's kind attentions. But Tad was not grateful because he had a fear that Wolf was only saving him for something worse. Tad's head was swimming from the pain in his body and his mind. He felt as if the table were turning slowly beneath him like a children's carousel. As he drifted from cruel consciousness to the kindness of sleep, he heard two distant voices which he recognized as if through a fog. "What do we do with the fuckers now, Wolf, off em?" Piston's voice was a conspiratorial whisper. "Naw, we'll take the cocksuckers to the dungeon where we can really have some fucking fun," Wolf's replied sotto voce. "Fucking for fun and profit," Piston laughed softly. "You bet! These shits will be fucking money makers," Wolf replied in a dark whisper. Tad heard no more. He joined Willie in the kingdom of blissful oblivion. For a few hours he would not have to worry about what Wolf's dark words meant. as I said I hope you enjoyed!

Now Tad braced himself for the worst as Wolf moved behind him and took his position between Tad's legs. Piston, Hog and Bull had managed to stretch Tad's puckered anus into an open hole into which the blunt tip of Wolf's fist sized cock head fit comfortably. Using the cum and detritus oozing from Tad's abused ass hole as his only lubrication, Wolf mounted the teenager in a single man killing thrust. Tad screamed and fell forward on his arms with his head to the floor and screamed until there was no air in his lungs. With no throat raping prick to distract him, Tad's full attention was focused on the agony in his guts. If Piston was a red hot baseball bat, then Wolf was a volcanic telephone pole. Tad's puckered asshole stretched to a taut smooth ring, while his aching rectum tore as Wolf's monster filled the ravaged tunnel beyond capacity. Wolf withdrew his monster until only its head was inside Tad's back door and laughed when he saw that the shaft was streaked with fresh blood. "Told you I'd make you fucking bleed," he gloated as he slapped Tad on his firm round buttocks. Wolf plowed Tad's buttocks with slow deliberate strokes, while the tortured teenager screamed and beat the floor with his fists. Wolf had to do nothing special to cause Tad agony. The mere size of his prick was enough to make Tad scream. Wolf did not grunt or pant or moan but did his damage to Tad's gut in a workmanlike manner with only a quiet snarl curling his lips. When at last he reached orgasm there was no scream or howl, Wolf just held himself perfectly still while his balls pumped his cum into the boy's bleeding guts. His cum seemed to last for several minutes before his large testicles were drained. After his last ejaculation, he gave Tad three of for more thrusts with his softening penis before withdrawing from the boy. "That's a fuck you won't forget," Wolf laughed as he slapped Tad on the buttocks and walked away. Tad with a groan collapsed and lay on his stomach on the floor. He was too overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion to notice the half dozen bikers drifting over from Willie's table to have their turn with him. They rolled him onto his back and one dropped to his knees and straddled Tad's chest while the other knelt between the semi-conscious teenager's legs. The first biker fell forward on his hands and fed Tad his hot dick while the other lifted the teenager's legs to his broad shoulders and shoved his meat into the boy's upturned ass. Tad did not grunt or groan or whimper as he barely felt their pricks penetrate his throat and rectum. After suffering through Wolf's colossal penetrations, the rutting thrusts of mere ordinary men were easy for him to bear. At first Tad thought his torture had ended, that he would endure his gang rape in a semi-conscious unfeeling daze. But then relieved of the overwhelming pain of repeated massive penetration, his body started to react to the more pleasurable thrusts of ordinary men. As each minute passed he became more aware of what his rapists were doing to his body. He felt sensations in his guts that made him groan with desire. He felt the cold aching of his loins warm to sexual arousal. He felt his cock swell and grow to man-size. He felt nothing but shame at his body's reaction, at the desires coursing through him. Tad's mind was racked with the pain of feeling pleasure from his rape, as his body had been racked by the pain of Wolf's abuse. Tad recoiled from the horror of being aroused by the unnatural touch of another man. But his body betrayed him and as one biker replaced another, his cock grew to full erection and his loins begged for relief. By the time the first six bikers had each had a turn at his mouth and ass, Tad had reached orgasm twice and was aching to cum once again. The first six bikers were replaced by six more and then Sam the bartender took a turn. On through the night the gang rapists drifted back and forth between Tad and Willie and used each boy again and again. They untied Willie and bound Tad and then they bound them both together. They raped them separately and they raped them as a pair and they raped them continuously. To Tad and Willie, the bikers became a blur of anonymous male flesh with an erect prick to thrust into their mouths or between their legs. They were all alike in their rutting sexual desires and one man was no different from the next, except for Wolf. Tad always knew by the agony he felt in his throat or ass, when Wolf was at his door. When Tad and Willie grew to tired to respond to the rapes, the bikers invented little games to get their attention. Willie was brought from his stupor by a fist to his testicles and the treatment was repeated whenever his responses flagged. Tad had his nipples pinched and twisted until he wept and begged the biker's to tear them from his chest. But they laughed and twisted them some more. The bikers raped the prep-school boys until they were unconscious, while they were unconscious and when they came to consciousness again. They raped the boys hour after hour in every position and by every method their perverted minds could bring into play. The bikers took sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths and fifths and when they could not use their own equipment they used whatever came to hand. Bottles, glasses, salt shakers, toilet plungers, wooden spoons and from the kitchen vegetables of all kinds were thrust and twisted and plunged into the teenagers' unresisting bodies until the bikers grew tired of their fun. Finally at dawn the biker's were sated and slunk off to clean themselves and rest like dogs after they have finished with their bitches.

Part 4 Tad watched in horror as Willie pulled the biker's train of chain rape. One man after another took his place at the boy's mouth or between his legs as they chose. As they waited for their turns at Willie's unwilling body, many of the bikers stripped off their shirts and pants and wore only their boots or vests or motorcycle caps. Some wore harnesses which crisscrossed their massive hairy chests with leather straps or metal chains. Some wore cockrings or ball harnesses or both. Some had pierced nipples or pricks or both. Each man was different in his way but all were alike in that their bodies were unwashed and their pricks were primed and ready for rape. Tad barely felt the roaming hands of Wolf and his two companions as they groped his body unmercifully. The only time he groaned was when they touched his groin and he wished that they would just leave him alone. But they had not gone to join the fun with Willie but remained at Tad's table to torment him with what was to come. As they touched his crotch they asked him how he liked it and if what was happening to Willie looked good. They whispered in his ears that his time was coming soon and that they were going to fuck him really good. As the forth or fifth man took his place between Willie's legs and yet another biker came in his mouth, there came a loud thumping on the tavern door. For a moment every man in the room froze, even the two raping Willie, as the one thought "POLICE" flashed through their minds. "Open up! It's Piston and Reb," a gruff voice came through the door and every man let out his breath and relaxed. As Crank opened the door, the rapists went back to their fucking business and the lines started forming as before. Piston and Red stepped into the tavern and looked at the gang rape with disgust. "You mother fuckers started without us," the dirty blond, Piston, complained. "Quit your fucking bellyaching, he ain't pulled the first train yet," Crank replied. "The fucker's just starting to warm up." Reb wasted no time shedding most of his clothes before getting on line to rape Willie's mouth. As he waited, he rubbed one hand over his small hairy chest, while with the other he stroked his puny prick to get himself primed and ready for his turn. "Come on, Piston," he called cheerily to his boyfriend, "you don't want to miss the fun." "Got fucking business," Piston replied sulkily as he ambled over to Wolf's table to report to the gang leader on his mission with the car. "What did you do with it, Piston," Wolf asked the big blond biker as he approached the table. "Took it to the junkyard, Wolf," he replied in a respectfully disgruntled tone, "it will be on its way to three fucking states by tomorrow. The fucking cops will never find it no matter how hard they look." "A-fucking-one!" Wolf congratulated him and Piston's chest swelled just a little with pride. "Thanks, Wolf," Piston's tone was slightly mollified, "guess I'll go get on line for some fucking ass. The shit's going to be fucking sloppy by the time I get to him." "That fucking train has left the station, Piston," Wolf laughed, "you don't want sloppy seconds when you can be first on board. Join me. You can be the first man on the train, when this fucking engine leaves the station." Piston was all smiles as he nodded his thanks and took the seat on the other side of Tad. The blond biker looked at Tad as he lay with his cheek pressed against the table and his eyes screwed tightly closed. "What's the fucking matter with him," Piston asked as Tad groaned when the biker but his hand on the teenager's thigh, "he looks like he's been hard used?" "I had to bust his fucking balls, just to get his attention," Wolf put his hand on Tad's other thigh and the boy groaned again. "I think he's learned his fucking lesson and will do what he's fucking told." "Mind if I try him out, Wolf," Piston asked with a voice edged with excitement. "Go ahead, just keep your prick in your fucking pants," Wolf conditionally replied, "he ain't ready to leave the station yet." "Sit up," Piston commanded Tad, "let's see if you've learned your fucking lesson." Tad unscrewed his eyes and looked at Piston in bewilderment. The pain befuddled teenager seemed to recognize the dirty blond giant from some where though he could not remember exactly where that was. He did distinctly remember Wolf's crippling punch between his legs as his balls still ached from that awful blow. He tried to raise his head from the table and felt a sharp piercing pain stab from his nuts through his loins to his back. He put both his palms flat on the table and pushed himself up by his arms as he bit his lip to keep from screaming with the pain. "Good boy," Piston praised Tad as if he were a puppy sitting up for a doggie treat, "what's your name?" "Tad...Sir," The teenager gasped between waves of nausea. "Good Tad," Piston praised the teenager again and the boy half expected to be given a treat, "Now Tad put your hands behind your back and let the boys hold your arms, then spread your legs real wide so Wolf and me can feel you up." Tad with a sinking heart knew that he must obey. To beg for mercy would be a waste of time and would probably only anger his tormentors. Neither Wolf nor Piston nor the two brawny bikers standing behind his chair knew anything about mercy. They were interested in only two things, pleasing themselves and torturing him. To fight was to invite another bruising of his testicles. He could not win and would only suffer more. To comply was the only road to follow and that road did not lead to safety but to rape. Tad put his arms behind him and the two brawny bikers each put a hand to one of his wrists. Tad slowly spread his knees apart and held his breath in anticipation of his tormentors first caress. Piston with a wicked grin slid his hand from the top of Tad's thigh to the inside of his leg. He felt the boy's muscles tremble beneath his fingers and watched with excitement the look of anguish on the teenager's handsome face. Piston's cruel mouth opened slightly and his thick tongue slid out and curled up over his top lip as he slid his hand from Tad's inner thigh and cupped the boy's crotch. Tad flinched, his legs jerked and he drew back from Piston's cruel touch. "What's the matter, fuck meat," Wolf snarled as he saw Tad recoil, "ain't Piston your type? Don't you like big, blond, fucking bikers or are you too fucking good for shit like us?" "No, please," Tad protested as he twisted around to look at Wolf and felt a stabbing pain in his nuts, "I couldn't help it. I'm just so sore." "Then tell Piston your sorry," Wolf's command carried and unspoken threat, "and ask him really nice to grope you." "Please, sir," Tad almost wept with humiliation as he spoke to the leering blond biker, "I'm sorry. Please grope me. Please, sir, touch me down there." Piston ran the tip of his tongue across his upper lip and leered at Tad through half-closed eyes. "Show Piston that you like him," Wolf suggested forcefully, "Kiss him and give him a lot of fucking tongue." As Piston opened his mouth and leaned in closer to Tad, he squeezed the tender bulge in the crotch of the teenager's gray flannel slacks. Tad opened his mouth to scream as the biker mauled his tender crotch and Piston clamped his mouth over Tad's lips. Tad tried to pull away but the two bikers behind him held his neck and head and forced him into Piston's lewd embrace. Tad had no choice but to accept the bikers hard, hot tongue into his unwilling mouth. As Piston's warm hard muscle invaded the teenager's mouth, he tasted beer, cigarettes and decaying teeth. Tad tried hard not to swallow the hot saliva that poured from the biker's mouth into his nor to move his tongue in response to the biker's probing muscle. "Give him tongue, asshole," Wolf ordered Tad when he saw the boy was not responding to Piston's sloppy kiss. Tad whimpered and swallowed the foul juices the blond biker had deposited in his mouth and tentatively moved his tongue. Piston responded by pressing his mouth into Tad's with such force that his teeth slid between the boy's and forced the teenager to take even more of his foul tongue. The blond biker held the struggling teenager for several minutes in a fierce embrace while using his tongue as a weapon to rape Tad's mouth and throat. When at last Piston broke his violent kiss, they were both gasping for air and sweating like pigs. "Hog and Bull," Wolf addressed the two bikers standing behind Tad's chair, "I ain't waiting any longer. It's time for this little fucking engine to pull the fucking train." Hog grunted and Bull snorted their eager assent. "Hog and Bull, you boys get him up and strip him," Wolf gave his orders as he rose from the table to start pulling off his clothes, "Piston, you bust his fucking cherry and make sure that it fucking hurts." "No! Please," Tad protested as Hog and Bull dragged him to his feet. "Shut up!" Piston snapped as he rose from his seat to backhand Tad across the face. The blow stunned the teenager who fell back into the arms of Hog and Bull. The two bikers caught him and started tearing at his clothes. The two bullies quickly tore the teenager's button-down shirt to shreds while Piston tore at his belt and the button on his pants. Hog ripped the white tee shirt from Tad's chest and back as Bull and Piston stripped the boy's gray flannel trousers from his legs. Tad tried to struggle but did not have a chance. Bull pulled the shoes from his feet, while Piston tore off his underpants. In less then two minutes Tad was naked and trapped inside a circle of four horny, brawny men.

four weeks later I returned to SF. I finished my meetings late Thursday afternoon and headed right over to Dan's as we had planned. Just like the last time I was greeted at the door and led to his bedroom. Before I could say more than hello he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth to his. He pushed a pill into my mouth grabbed a bottle of water and pushed it in with his tounge. It wasn't long before we were enjoying each others body feeling the closeness only x could provide. By the time the effect wore off I had opened my mouth, legs, ass, and mind. My deepest and most twisted thoughts, desires, and fantasies had been shared with a man who I barely knew but wanted to trust. Dan then gently put his hand on the back of my head and guided my mouth to his soft cock. I opened my mouth and started to suck. He told me to just hold it without sucking. Slowly warm piss started to fill my mouth as he said "Swallow it". He emptied hiss bladder down my throat and asked if this satisfied one of my desires. He knew it did. Then he sent me off to the bathroom and told me too clean up and take a long hot shower. As I showered I started to feel buzzed again. Having learned my new friend was a hardcore partier/business man I knew the buzz came from a gut of high octane chem piss. Back in the bedroom Dan had wasted no time getting ready for a long night. The familiar bag on ther night stand was open and I saw what looked like 15 premade rigs, poppers, lube, straps, and alcohol swabs. My dick started to get hard and my ass started to twitch at the sight of bags contents. I put on a jockstrap, sat on the bed and offered up my arm. "Nope" he said. "If your gonna be a slam pig you gotta learn to hit yourself" We spent the next hour going through all the do's and don't of proper admin. As I watch him show me step by step my feelings for Dan grew stronger as his careful and articulate intructions came from a caring place. After a few bumbled attemps I figured it out and was on my way to pigdom as we timed our hits and started a hot pig session that ended with his dirty seed in my ass. As I cleaned my assjuice off his cock he unloaded another chem charged load of piss down my throat. He then sent the short video of me getting barebacked to a few of his buddies and within minutes had two offers from bareback tops to join us. It wasn't more than 30 minutes when the door rang. Dan returned to the bedrooom with two leathermen who had the hardparty look to them. Dan sat them down and they watched me follow his instructions. A perfect hit earned me an "attaboy" from Dan. As I sat back on the bed with my arm above my head I let out a couple dry coughs. My eyes were fixated on the sight of 3 hot men tied off and ready to fly. With the fisrt hit done the younger of the two started to undress. 45, mediterranean, 6', 175, some hair on his chest and a biohaz tat on shoulder. A thick uncut cock hung down soft until he started to stroke it. Kicked back in the chair he asked me if I wanted his raw cock in my hole. "Fuck yeah" i said and to that he came to the bed as I laid back and spread my legs. Dan watched from the other side of the room with his other buddy as I opened my legs and ass to a total stranger. I was so spun the thought of taking a poz load didn't matter or to be honest was what I craved. Using the cum I had in my ass as lube he pushed his hard cock inside me and pumped my ass. I watched is cock slide in and out with ease. I felt his balls slap against my ass as he held my arms back behind my head. Within a few minutes I felt his cock start to violently thrust as he shot a load deep in my ass. The warmth was followed by a rush that flowed through me. As he pulled out Dan told me to clean off his buddies dick which I happily did.

I'm a kinky bastard, what can I say? I enjoy getting off to hot videos of neg holes getting bred by poz tops and stories of stealthers coming in and knocking-up unsuspecting neg bottom boys. I do it a lot myself, and I'm good at what I do, they never know who it was that got em...at least I thought none figured it out. I admit once I had gotten cocky so I wasn't careful, and sure enough I came across a story, and it was so fucking hot...and I realized it was about me! The boy knew he had been pozzed deep and good. Maybe you'll get off to what happened to him like I have. (Story told from Bottom's Point of View.) Looking back now, I can't tell if I was stupid, horny, or naive. One thing I can tell you is, the guy had a huge dick. I was new to the city and it was my freshman year of college. I was still just eighteen and only had a bit of experience being fucked and I always played safe like I learned in Health Class my Sophomore year in High School. I hadn't come out though so I couldn't really make the typical profile. I was sticking to things like Craigslist, maybe that's how I got set up so easily. He had a nice package, said he was on the DL. He was a hung mixed guy, couldn't tell what mixed but he had great slightly tanned looking skin, and a thick beautiful cock that curved upward just a bit. He had a remote control right next to his dick for size reference, oh god....I was already hard. I messaged him and sent a pic of my ass and face. I hoped I'd get one in return, I told him I was looking for some 'safe' and 'sane' fun, just some buzz words that I picked up to convey I was vanilla and maybe a bit inexperienced. To my surprise I didn't have to wait long to get a response and a face pic. He was way better looking than I had imagined, I thought guys who wanted to hide their face would probably require a paper bag if I wanted to get fucked by them, but that was so not the case. He asked if I was neg, and I said yes so condom only. He asked if I got into any kink like being tied up or blindfolded because it turned him on a lot. I had never tried any of that before but if he would fuck me more than once, I would go for it. He agreed and sent me his address and when to be there. It was just over an hour and so I had to move like lightning if I wanted to be ready in time. I was all nerves and butterflies as I pressed the buzzer to the apartment number he gave me, the door opened and I went up to the floor I was told the room was on. I came knocked the door '232' tentatively and it opened as I tapped the wood. I pressed my palm against it and opened the door fully. The room was dimly lit with candles and some sensual R&B jams playing lowly. He sat there shirtless, nice built chest, sweatpants hanging loosely from his hips showing his pubic hair and the very base of his dick was exposed as well. My heart was pumping hard in my chest now, was I supposed to fall to my knees and worship his dick? I wanted to at the very least. I confess I have a thing for thugs, just the idea of one getting rough and merciless with me was hot...but not sure how well I could deal with pain if there was any unexpectedly. "Come here and suck this dick," he commanded firmly. I obliged and covered the distance between me and his crotch, tugging down those sweats and sucking the ever-stiffening uncut monster cock that I was going to let drill into me. He licked a finger and slid it down my track pants and fingered my tight hole, his saliva slicked it up as he opened me. I moaned contently. "I'm gonna widen you up, that hole is too tight, I need it loose and used up," he whispered seductively. I arched my back trying to let myself open to him more, another finger made its way inside. He coaxed me up onto the bed, pulling me forcibly by my hair so I had to crawl on my hands and knees to the middle. He took my hands and pulled them up towards the corners, leather straps found their way around my wrists and were secured snugly with lightning quick precision. I could barely move my hands, there was no way I could slip out. This whole time he kept me gagged with his dick so I couldn't say much at all. He did mention restraints in the e-mail, so I was only surprised because I was so into sucking him. He moved away from me, and I tried to turn to see where he was going but a blindfold was already over my eyes and tied firmly into place. With one more fluid motion my ankles were bound to the bed to. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't move either. My track pants had been taken off as he had pulled me onto the bed and I was commando, so no underwear stood between my hole and his cock. "I brought condoms," I said, almost more like a whimper. I can't lie, I was scared, he could do anything to me now. Most of the things I imagined him doing to me, I wanted, but what if he wanted to do something else.... "Good," he said somewhere behind me. I could hear the floor boards creaking oddly, and now that I thought about it, I hadn't got to look around his place. There were rooms down the hall, could there be more than one person here? "You have a roommate?" I asked timidly. "Nope, just you and me," he assured me, I felt him press his dick against my ass lube covering it nicely. I couldn't tell if he had a condom on but it didn't feel like it. He pressed my head into a pillow with one hand before I could question and his dick shoved into me as well. I grimaced as the initial burn of his cock widening me up began. I gasped as he plunged into me. He tried to let me get used to it for a few moments but not nearly long enough, this top was impatient for my hole and he knew he could take it. I had no choice but to try and bite into the pillow and give up my ass to my dominator. The whole bed shook, I could hear the headboard knocking against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts into my captive hole. I moaned with each slap of his balls against my ass cheeks, they were so huge, I could tell he shot huge loads. Oh god, I hoped the condom wouldn't break or I'd be the one overflowing with his seed...if he was wearing a condom at all. I was nearly screaming at the top of my lungs into the pillow before he suddenly slacked off and slid out of me without a word. Had he cum? Was he about to rim me? I couldn't tell what was happening, that familiar feeling of nervousness and excitement struck again, perhaps this is why he liked the bottom to be blindfolded. Not knowing could be an aphrodisiac after all it seemed. Then, his cock slid into me once more. Yet, something was different this time. It seemed fatter somehow, his was a hung dick but it was overly-thick, this one though had way more girth to it. Did he put on a cock ring maybe? I didn't have time to ask or ponder before I was being drilled again. Tears started splashing into my pillow as the assault renewed with incredible power. My hole quivered from the force of his dick cramming into me and forcing me even wider. My top was silent not even a little dirty talk, just me moaning and grunting as his used me as much as he wanted. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, and something was pushed under my nose. I wondered what it was and inhaled curiously, it didn't smell like much of anything but he moved it and held it under my other nostril and made me sniff deeply again. As he moved the bottle away I got the most intense feeling I had ever had. A warmth seemed to spread from the center of my chest and radiate through my whole body. My hole could barely handle his dick before but suddenly it seemed to want nothing more than to open up and get raped by his horse-hung cock. All I wanted was to let him use me as his cumdump, I wished I could have told him to rip the condom off and just blow inside me. My hole felt like a secret part of it was opening up to just him and he could violate me deeper than anyone ever had before and...he sure fucking did. I moaned like a bitch as he drilled my ass in places I couldn't imagine having been fucked in. It was like his dick found a secret compartment to stuff his meat into again and again until suddenly I felt it throbbing repeatedly while he was balls deep inside. I breathed heavily just feeling the pulses taper off after two minutes. His balls emptied every drop before he slid out of my ass. "You wanted multiple loads from me though, yeah?" he questioned. I felt him press his dick back into me, though now it felt longer again, not as thick, and it went even deeper than before. I felt the familiar bottle pressed against my nose. I inhaled, and now I knew he definitely had a friend using my ass there with him, and if I had to guess I was being the cumdump for both of them. I tried pushing out the load, to be sure it was inside me but the rush took over again and his dick was already plowing me deeply. I closed my eyes even though I couldn't see anything anyway and just relaxed and let him use me. Resisting wouldn't help now and he knew I had given in. The bed was rocking like a boat in a storm and the pounding of the headboard was like thunder with how powerful his fucking was. I screamed into the pillow in ecstasy. "Just fucking cum in me, I know you're doing it!" I begged. And that's when he shot. He pulled out so I could feel a spurt of jizz shoot across my back and then plunged balls deep into me and kept it in the entire time until he was done. A finger ran across my back gathering the load he shot and pushed it back into my hole with the rest of the loads. He unbuckled me but pinned my arms behind my back as he undid the restraints on my ankles. He walked me across the room with the blindfold on and pushed me outside the door of his place as he dropped my clothes to the floor with my shoes also outside. The door slammed shut as I was taking off the blindfold, completely naked in the building where anyone could walk by. I hurriedly got dressed, my aching hole wanting to burst with the amount of cum his balls had filled me with. I hoped I could make it home or to a bathroom before I had to let the loads out. "Ugh!" I gasped as it was too late, a huge stream of cum suddenly ran down my left leg coating my socks with jizz there was so much fucking jizz, and I knew that was only the beginning. My track pants were soaked, I could only hope they were dark enough people couldn't tell I had just been fucked in the ass and bred. I felt like such a slut. He had used me and tossed me away like tissue paper... And God was it hot. I found out I was poz two months later, but I never saw him again...that's when I thought to write this. Maybe he'll see it and get in touch someday... ((Note: For anyone who is thinking of asking -- nope, I didn't find this story somewhere else, haha I wrote it all myself, just added more to the story to include that twist. Wouldn't it be hot to read a story written by someone you gifted? ))

As the lanky teen with the cute smile shuffled past me carrying the stack of filing boxes, I kept staring at his lean body while I walked, until almost falling over a stack of shipping crates. Stopping just short of the pile, I turned and watched him disappear out the back door with them. My cock jumped in my khakis as I wondered who the new blood was. "Excuse me sir," a deep voice said from behind me, causing me to turn around and press myself against the wall as he passed me again with another stack. It puzzled me how he had managed to unload the boxes and get back inside and pass me in only a few seconds, until the back door opened and he walked back in, followed by...himself? 'Twins!' I realized as the two teen boys wiped sweat from their brows and passed me going the opposite direction to get another load. "Who are they?" I asked a co-worker as we pretended not to watch the fit teens take load after load of old tax paperwork out to the truck to be hauled away and shredded. "Marvin's grandsons," Jessica replied, covertly watching them in the reflection on her computer monitor. "He got the bossman to agree to let them come in a few days a week and intern in the accounts department with him until they go back to school in August. Their names are Mac and Mal or something like that, and they play basketball for their high school team and need some more academic stuff for their resumes if they want to get into a good school or some shit like that." Eyeing them less discretely than my co-worker, I caught a glimpse of one boy's ripped abs when he lifted his shirt to wipe his face off, and oogled the other brother's butt when he bent to get the last box, making his pants ride down exposing his hairless creamy ass cheeks and crack. Fantasies of a basketball boy sandwich with me in the middle were floating around my head, causing my hard on to leak into my briefs. I was so lost in my imaginary world that I didn't realize they had caught me watching them and were coming over to say hello, until they were suddenly at my desk. "Hey I'm Mark," the one in the blue bball shorts and black tee said, before pointing to the brother in white plaid shorts and a green tee and adding, "and this is my bro, Mike. You must be Peter. My granddad said you were the computer genius around these parts." I nodded and tried not to check out their bulging boy packages while they asked me some technical questions. Answering as quickly as I could, I hoped they didn't notice my voice cracking or how desperate I was to keep my lap concealed under the keyboard drawer on my desk. Finally they seemed happy with the facts I'd provided and made some joke about me seeing them around, maybe twice. I laughed a little too hard but they just smiled and returned to the re-org work they'd been busy with before they came over. Once the coast was clear I ducked into the bathroom and jerked a huge load all over the sink and mirror, with visions of these teen gods doing the same. -- The rest of the week went by uneventfully, with me spending twice as much time in the bathroom as any of the other employees, spanking my meat to images of the twins I'd managed to find on their facebook pages. As it turned out, they were all too happy to friend the just-out-of-college, tech-savvy young computer tech when I sent the request, and that made me happy once I found out they were aspiring models and had dozen, perhaps hundreds of photos of the two of them in tuxedos, work-out gear, shirtless and even in matching red speedos. My sixth sense had been right, their dicks were well above average, at least according to the photos where they could be seen through the speedo fabric. When Friday arrived I was ready to get the hell out of there and go find some young buff bball boy to substitute for the hot new interns, and I even decided to take it further than usual, texting my guy and setting it up so I could drop by and pick up some tina on my way to the club. When I got to his place I was eager to get back out and find some ass to pound, but my dealer convinced me to stop in and smoke with him first, even offering to load the first bowl himself. Never one to turn down free drugs, I agreed and plopped down on the couch next to him and told him about the hot new guys at my work. "That's awesome bro!" he coughed as he said it, obviously turned on at the idea of twinteens as well. "Wish I could see them. Where do you work so I can sneak past one night at closing and check them out?" Uncomfortable with the idea of my dealer knowing where I made a living, I offered instead to show him a photo of the twins, but I made sure it was only a shirtless pic since I felt kinda possessive about their asses and dicks after a week of coveting them. "DAMN MAN, I know this dude!" My dealer yelled, causing me to cough as I smoked. "I know one of them anyway. This kid stops by once in awhile to buy some shit for him and his girl. Always thought he was hot, but now that there's two of him, I want him twice as bad!" "What's the name of the kid who buys from you?" I demanded. "Dunno. I always call him doc cause he only gave me his initials when we met: M.D." He said, swiping through more of my photos. Could have been Mike or Mark from the initials, but I was desperate for more info that might lead me to discover which one did drugs, so that I might blackmail him into doing me too. "In fact, doc said he'd be stopping by around 8 if you want to stick around and see him." As intriguing as the prospect of him coming in and my catching him in the act of buying might be, I knew I had a lot more to lose in this situation than he did, so I made sure my guy wasn't going to snitch on me and got out of the house by 7:45. Inside my car I began to pull away but stopped myself at the end of the block. I needed to be sure my dealer was telling the truth, so I pulled around the block, and parked under a tree a few houses down, with a perfect view of the front door. By 8:10 I was ready to call it quits when a familiar grey sedan turned the corner and pulled up in front of the house. It idled for a moment before the engine cut out and the driver's door opened. My breath caught in my throat as all 6'6" of boyish ball player stood up out of the car and began walking up the path. With no idea which guy of the two I was seeing, all I could do was fondle myself and picture one of them sucking smoke from a pipe while I pounded my 8 and a half inch dick deep into his athletic ass. Minutes passed before he returned to the car and I used my phone to snap a few photos of the boy so I had a record of what he was wearing as he slid behind the wheel and drove off. Turning around and heading home, I signed onto facebook as soon as I reached my garage and tried messaging both boys to see which one was out in the car and which one was being good and staying away from drugs. Neither one responded and both had similar statuses, reading 'out with the crew tonight, c u at the spot' and 'cruisin with da buds 2nite.' After 20 minutes it became clear that the twins were too busy with their friends to check my message on fb, so I got on my phone and used a hookup app to find some sexy bottom bitch who wasn't too far from me.it took about the amount of time for me to shower and change my sheets before the guy appeared on my front stoop. 6'2", almost as blonde as the bball twins, with a more classically handsome face, more muscle mass and hard inside his shorts, I pulled him inside and had my cock inside him as soon as I could get his shorts off. Disappointed that he wasn't one of the boys, I took comfort in his perfect body and well-trained sexual prowess, fucking him 4 times over the next few hours, with a few periodic breaks for some bowls to be smoked and a shower after round 3. When he left around 4am, I was still hyped up on tina and in no mood to quit partying, so I picked up my phone and started cruising again when it buzzed, alerting me to a new fb message. It was Mark, who I'd discovered was the quieter of the twins, seeming happy to let his 'big' bro (older by 6 minutes according to Mike) take the lead in most situations. 'Hey dude, where u at 2nite?' Mark's reply read. Assuming it had been posted a lot earlier, I almost ignored it until I saw the time stamp and realized he'd only written it an hour ago, around 3:20. 'My place,' I typed in, debating whether to embellish my evening to make myself seem cooler or just include some details of what I had been up to and possible cross a line that I shouldn't. Unable to decide, I kept it vague, ending the reply with 'buzzed from a crazy night.' Unsure if he would respond or if he was awake still, I almost giggled when my phone alerted me that he responded only a minute later. 'Nice! me2. Went out w/ friendz and got hi' it read. Without knowing what he was high on, I still admired his bravery admitting that he was on something, since I not only knew his grandfather but also had the ability to get him fired from his internship. The same thought must have hit him when another message quickly followed:'u cool? pls don't tell.' Laughing, I decided to ease his stress level and responded: 'no worries bro, im no snitch. been known to try stuff when I was young 2. could get wild sometimes.' 'i knew u were cool...and ur not old enuf 2 say 'when I was young.' When was that? last week?' his response made me laugh. Guess my vague answer didn't put him off the scent like I thought. When I didn't answer his last question he added another: 'what did u get in2 when u smoked?' Again I paused before responding and wondered what I should say. If he was the brother I'd seen at my guy's place earlier, this might be my chance to have him join me for some bowls and eventually lure him into letting me suck him or watch him with his girl. If this was the other brother, I could be revealing hard drug use to a teenager who might be stupid enough to tell someone at the office or he might hate the fact his brother does drugs like that and decide to get me in trouble with my boss or even with the cops as some bizarre lesson. 'u first' I typed into the messenger and waited for his response. I'd already told him I wouldn't snitch, so I hoped he would confess to me, but I wasn't too surprised when all he said in return was 'all sorts of things :)' 'Same here' was my reply. After that we chatted inanely for awhile, finally reaching a point where we'd run out of things to share, and a long silence occurred. Taking to my hookup app, I almost didn't notice the notification in the corner when, about 20 minutes later, he sent another message reading 'every1 here is 2 hi, no fun :(' Seeing the opportunity to find out which one I'd seen before, I asked him who he was with, since my dealer said his customer always bought for himself and his girlfriend. If he said his girl, it could be either of them, but if he was with friends, chances are it was Mike I'd seen before. Totally catching me off gaurd, Mark responded 'my bro and sum buds.' Shit! If they were together, I had no way of knowing which one I saw earlier. Then it his me, if they were together, they were probably both smoking the tina! Typing quickly, I asked him if he'd taken any photos of his antics from earlier. When he said yeah and asked why, I asked him to send me a pic of his buds and his bro, making up some excuse about possibly knowing some of the guys he hangs with and wanting to see a pic to be sure. He was quiet enough that I figured he was probably thinking it was a bad idea, so I decided to sweeten the pot adding 'u send me a pic of ur friends tonight, and I'll send u a pic of my friend 2nite.' 'ok! u send first' came back quickly. Mark must have deduced from our conversation, specifically some remarks I made about 'needing 2 shower' and 'wandering round my place in da buff,' that I had been screwing earlier in the evening. Unable to convince myself to be sane and say no, I found a picture I'd taken of the bottom face down with his thong-clad ass in the air, and cropped it so all you could see what his lower back and ass. Somewhat sure that it looked round enough to be a girl's butt, I sent him the photo and prayed he wouldn't figure out who he was seeing. Almost immediately a response came back with only one word in all caps: 'HOT!' Bells sounded alerting me that I had a picture message, and my hands shook as I opened the file entitled 'less exciting photo than 1 u sent me.' As it loaded, I began to make out some boyish faces, and surprisingly, some girls as well. It hadn't occurred to me that some of Mark's buds might be girls, but at least I could be semi-confident that none of them were his girlfriend from the label he'd given. His brother was standing behind a girl in the photo and hugging her to his chest blocking the outfit he was wearing, defeating my plan to find out if he was the guy I'd seen at the house. Undaunted I asked for another pic and Mark eagerly responded that he'd be happy to...as long as I understood it was quid pro quo. Digging through my new pics, I found one of the blonde bottom mouthing my junk through my briefs and cropped and edited it until only his mouth and nose could be seen drooling on my cotton-encased hard-on. zooming in as close as possible to see if I could make out any blonde stubble on his chin, I felt secure that Mark would be fooled again and sent the photo. This response took longer and I began to worry that I might have shown too much when my phone ding-a-ling-ed again and another message came through entitled 'couple hours later.' In this message, Mark had included a few photos of his buddies and brother stripped down to their boxers or panties respectively and taking shots in a hot tub on the same porch where the last one was taken. I scrolled through all of them and was disappointed that there was no way to tell which guy was which in the photos (even though all the ripped teen torsos and see-through undies did have me stroking pretty seriously). 'want more?' I wrote, while simultaneously searching my phone to see if any of the rest of mine could be re-done to hide the sex of my partner. I was considering sending one where I had my cock head forcing its way into the sweet smooth asshole of the boy, when Mark told me that he was all out of photos, but really wanted to see more of me and the 'bitch I'd fucked yesterday.' Crest fallen, I went to correct him on the date and discovered it was almost 8am and the boy had arrived at my place nearly 11 hours before and a whole day earlier. making some excuse about needing sleep, I ended the chat session and jerked off to a photo of Mike and Mark standing up in the hot tub, boxer-briefs clinging to their long, flaccid dicks and fuzzy thighs, giving enough definition to show me that they were both cut. My load was gigantic. -- Saturday I spent doing chores and hooking up with a guy from my gym after my work out. As I bred him in a shower stall that afternoon, some young guy was unabashedly watching us and pounding away at his average size uncut dick. Closing my eyes I imagined the hole on my cock belonged to Mike and his brother was the guy enjoying the show. Gym guy commented as we got dressed that his ass hadn't been fucked that well in years, and the voyeur snuck me his number on the back of a gym brochure before an older man, probably his father, yelled for him to stop fucking around and get changed so they could leave. Through out the day and the following night, I exchanged texts with Mark and strung him along just enough with vague details about my hookup in the afternoon to get him to continue to hound me for more information and unwilling reveal more about how far he'd gone and what he had planned. From what I gathered, he lost his virginity to a girl from his swim team when he was a freshman in high school while her best friend took his brother's v-card. After that he'd had one steady girlfriend for awhile who put out regularly but she moved away. My cock spewed more semen as he told me how he and his bro shared a girl down the block for awhile until she figured out they were both fucking her and ended it by kicking Mike in the junk and telling him to "share that with your brother too!" The LOL in my response was honest, but didn't include the CUM the story made me shoot. Finally I got around to asking if he had a girlfriend, to which he replied 'no.' Part of me was glad he wasn't with some girl but the other part knew that meant it must have been his brother I'd seen at the dealer's house the night before. Still I figured he might have enjoyed some of the goodies, so I decided to press on with our friendship. I went to bed early that night (early being around 11pm), and dreamt of Mark in bed with me, sucking my cock, then turning into Mike (don't ask how I knew the difference) and taking his turn on my dick. For some reason I felt guilty when Mike was doing it, but when I went to push him off, he turned back into Mark and finished the job. I awoke the next morning at 7 with cum in my tighty whiteys and a lot of questions in my mind. As I took my morning piss, I was happy to find messages from Mark and Mike, who had apparently been brought up to speed on my conversation with his brother. Each had sent me questions about my own sexual experiences, and after I'd failed to respond for a few hours, it turned into more of a drunken contest to see who could send me more explicit descriptions of things they'd done attached to photos of the girls from the stories (all pg-13 rated or under) until around 2 am when Mike stopped texting and both of them went quiet. Then at 5:13am, a message from Mark had arrived saying 'wana knw wut I wan2 try?' followed by 'beign w/ a guy.' Sitting stunned I moved forward in the conversation as Mark slowly admitted to wondering what dudes felt like and asking if I'd ever done anything with a guy. The last text was from mere minutes before I'd woken up and all it said was 'Mikw nad I messd round ocne.' Translating from the language of drunk I almost had a stroke realizing it said Mike and I messed around once. Hands shaking, I typed back carefully 'oh yeah, what did u guys do?' The minutes seemed like hours and I'd almost given up hope that he was awake and still drunk enough to tell me, when the bells went off. 'jus jerkd each ohter offf and stuf.' was his response. My heart jumped while I asked what stuff meant. His shyness returned with 'u know, stuff. nothnig gay.' Not wanting to push my luck, I left it up to my imagination and began stroking to their hot tub pic when another bell went off and he asked me again if I'd ever done anything with a guy. Horny as fuck and thinking I might still be asleep, I responded with the same shot of the bottom in the thong that I'd sent the day before, followed by another shot of the same guy on his back, with his cock clearly visible through the thong, and finally one more photo of me and the thong-wearing bottom in the mirror opposite my bed, his legs over my shoulders, my cock in his ass, and his head thrown back in pleasure. Once I was sure my face couldn't be seen in the picture, I hit send and waited. 5 minutes passed, then 10, then 20, 25, 30, 40. My mind was spinning as I wondered if I was about to get fired for sending fuckpix to the teen grandson of the head of accounting, but a bell went off instead. Opening the text on my phone, I scrolled through five pictures. One: a blurry pic of Mark in a bathroom mirror, holding his phone and wearing a black polo and baggy jeans, sagging enough to reveal the waist band of a pair of red and black undies. Two: another slightly less blurry pic of Mark in the mirror, now shirtless, flexing his chest and arms. Three: Mark holding his phone in front of him and taking a downward shot, this time with his pants out of the photo, and a hand shoved down his undies. four: Mirror again, undies pulled down to midthigh, facing away and flexing his back muscles, while clenching his butt enough to make the white buns taut and round. Five: A shot straight down his torso with his big, hard cock pointing out and up in his left hand, with a drop of precum peaking out of the head. After I finished looking at them, I got another text asking me simply 'what do u thnik?' 'U got me hard man.' I responded, stroking slowly hoping I might get more photos if I didn't cum at that very moment. 'Prove it.' came his response, and without a second thought, I walked into the bathroom, dropped my undies to the floor and took a shot of my impressive pecs, abs, dick, balls and thighs in the mirror. Pressing send so fast I couldn't be sure my face was entirely hidden, I decided I didn't care as long as it meant the possibility of more pics of Mark today, tomorrow or somewhere down the road. Instead I received a message that demanded another photo of my hard cock(or drunkenly written: my hard cokc). Snapping a few photos of my left hand stroking it while my right hand conveniently aimed the camera so my head was concealed, I sent a group all at once. The next text was short and to the point: 'make it come.' Unable to deny the quiet teen,I threw one foot up on the toilet next to me, switched over to video mode on my camera and began stroking for all I was worth. Seconds later a huge load rained from my thick, red, angry mushroom head, smearing streaks down the mirror as it sprung forth. As I lowered myself to the floor and caught my breath, I paused to wonder if I was better to deny the view of this explicit video from the inexperienced eyes on the opposite end of the conversation. The pervert who lusted over his co-worker's grandsons won out in the end though, and I ended up sending the video with a subject that referred to both the video's contents and my intentions for the boy: 'i'm coming for you.' -- Pulling into the work parking lot the next morning, I was a little unhappy to see the grey sedan already parked by the employee entrance. Most of the company wouldn't be in until after 9, so I'd hoped my 8:15 arrival would allow me the chance to watch out the window and see which of the twins drove the grey sedan. Most likely it was a shared vehicle or they at least carpooled for work purposes, so the entire idea was probably moot. Still, I had an uncommon obsession with needing to know which boy was the druggie if only one was into that stuff. After I thought I'd deduced it was Mike since Mark had no girlfriend, I saw Mike's relationship status on facebook was set to 'single' for months now, so it was a toss up who my dealer had been selling to, or if he was even being told the truth in the first place. Most likely whoever 'Doc' was, he made up the girlfriend after my dealer made eyes at the boy, figuring it would keep the gay drug dealer from making a move. Lost in thought over the entire scenario, I almost ran smack into one of the boys as I rounded the corner to go into my desk area. Apologizing and wondering if this was the boy who sent me his naked photos, he told me it was no sweat, and asked if I hadn't responded Saturday night because I was too busy getting more of the same from the night before. Revealing himself as Mike by being unaware of the nude picture exchange, I just smiled and told him I had fun and moved past him and got to work. Keeping an eye out for Mark, I began to get more and more nervous that I'd gone too far when 9 turned into 9:30 and the whole office was at work with still no sign of the quieter twin. Finally the boys' grandfather called down into the filing basement for Mark to "stop dilly dallying and get up here." Mark appeared soon after, scanning the office with his eyes until they came to rest on me, at which point they darted away, and so did he. Obviously I wasn't the only one who was nervous about what had gone down, so I decided to text Mark and let him know it was cool. me(9:48a): sorry if i freaked u out yesterday morning. we cool? Mark(9:56a):yeah me(10:04a): u ok? Mark (10:21a): yeah, cant talk now With his curt tone and short answers I figured Mark was now a lost cause. Just another sexy text memory to get me off when I'm alone and high, I guess. When he texted me at lunch and apologized for his abrupt response earlier, I was so happy to hear from him that I almost stopped him in the hall as he passed me. The embarrassed look on his face and inability to look me in the eye kept me from acknowledging him, even when his brother started up a conversation that afternoon, with him only a few feet away. We chatted about our crazy weekends in hushed tones and I enjoyed seeing Mark's brow form a dewy layer when I told him how many sexts I'd received the last few days. Mike practically demanded that I show him some, but somehow his forceful tone did nothing but make me want to say no. Still I considered showing him one from gymguy describing my amazing fuck skills, just to see if I could give Mark a heart attack and pretend it was one from him. Knowing better, I told both boys to get back to work and reminded them that it wouldn't be professional to share that stuff at work. Mark let out a sigh of relief as they walked away, and I sent him a text promising to keep his secret before returning to my own, rather large stack of work. Over the next few days I barely saw Mark and Mike, but began texting with them more and more. With Mike it was always puns about the positions and lude acts accountants did with the files, usually culminating in him sending me a selfie where he had some paper in his fly or was humping a filing cabinet. Mark's texts were more lowkey, often poking fun at the shitty work he was doing or how many of the older executives were practically illiterate when it came to tasks like opening their email or sending a text message. Eventually they started referencing the sex stuff we'd discussed the weekend prior, never going far enough for him to admit to seeing me cum on video though. By Thursday the three of us were eating lunch together and stealing moments in the halls to exchange good natured barbs, so I figured I had worked my way back into Mark's good graces. It was time to mention the sexting and see if he would freak again. me: thanks 4 the coke at lunch, ill get u next time mark: no sweat. better you drink a soda than thirst for the cum of sumyungguy! me: lol that thirst is never satisfied *slurp* mark: gross dude me: you didn't think it was gross sunday morning me:? mark: about sunday...I was really fucking drunk and high and didn't know what the fuck I was saying. I never should have hit that bowl, that stuff was way too strong for me, and I feel really awful for texting u all that gross shit. me: it wasn't gross man. I enjoyed it, which u could probably tell. But if u wanna drop it, its cool. Just wondering what u were smoking that got u so fckd up? mark: something stronger than the shit I usually smoke. It was awesome but I lost control. I decided to test the waters and see if I could get him to admit what it was with a little admission of my own. me: yeah tina does that to me sometimes too. me: :/ me:? Mark: I don't know, I've never smoked tina. Just weed. Fuck. I'd admitted my worst habit and now the hot dude who works with me had me jerking on video AND admitting to drug use in text form. I was screwed for sure...until... Mark: Mike does tina sometimes. He even fucked his ex on it in front of me once. got me to film a little. (pic attached) The photo attachment included three shots. One: Mike taking a hit off a bubble. Two: Mike fingering a naked girl while she hit the same bubble. Three: Mike getting head from the girl while he hit the bubble. Me:shit dude thats hot! u shoulda joined them. Mark: Ew dude, thats my bro! Anyway I don't do hard drugs like that. Mike likes it tho. Said it made him hornier than fuck. Me: I can tell Mark:...Whats it like? Me: exactly like mike said, plus a hundred times better. Mark: cool Me: u never been tempted to try it. Mark: not really. seems like a waste unless u know ur gonna get some. Me: yeah, ur right. u should try it sometime tho. Mark: maybe. my ex will be in town this weekend, but ill probably just fuck her sober me:cool, back to work, ttyl Mark: ttyl man I snuck into the bathroom and barely had my cock out of my pants before I shot all over the tile floor and my pants and shoes. I didn't even get the door locked but luckily I was one of the last people in the building. Sneaking out the side door I ran to my car and drove home to jerk off again to the hot photos of the teen smoking and getting sucked. -- coming up: Friday

So, here I am of my first day out of school for the summer, my parents are at work and I have nothing to do except lay here and jack off and think of something to do. We just moved here a couple of months ago due to a job change for my Dad and I have always lived in the big city’s with room to walk, now I only have a yard and a big ass park down the street to go to. Since my parents are big beer drinkers I figure it is almost noon, so I grab 6 of their beers in a bag and decide to check out the park. After entering the park I start walking and the road and I see trails off into the woods and decide to check one out. I walk for a bit and find a small river/creek that is running fairly fast and sit down against a tree and watch the water and started drinking my beers. I must have been on my fourth or fifth beer when I heard what sounded like a commotion behind me. As I look around if I had not been sitting I would have fallen over, there about 50 feet away was a white guy on his knees sucking a black guy’s cock. In all my life I have heard of the gay life and sex but this was mind blowing. I just continued to watch as this white guy just went to town sucking the blackest cock I have ever imagined. The black guy was talking really nasty to the white guy, telling him “yeah white boy, suck that black cock, get it deeper, going to give you a good load down that bitch white throat”. Now I should have just got back behind the tree until they were done, but somehow I moved further out and broke a branch on the ground that drew both of their attention. Oh shit, now what. I look at the black guy who is smiling at me and the white guy gets up and they both walk over to me with the black guy still having his cock out and hard. As they reach me the black guy asked “do you think this boy liked the show”? The white guy grabs my cock and says “yeah, he is hard as a rock”. At this point the white guy pulls down my shorts to my ankles and grabs my cock. At this point I should have pulled up my short and ran like hell screaming all the way, but here I am with a guy holding my cock and balls and looking between the black guys cock and his eyes and the evil smile. The black guy then puts his hands on my shoulder and pushes down and I seem to just float to my knees where I now looking right at this guy’s cock in my face. The black guy grabs his cock and starts to hit my lips with his cock until I open my mouth to say ouch only to have him push his cock in my mouth. The white guy leans in to my ear and starts giving me my first lesson of how to use my lips and tongue and how to keep my teeth off telling me how I am going to be coming back after today for a lot more. Then white guy then leans down and drove his tongue into my ass, I thought I was going to lose it right then and there, fuck did that feel awesome. Meanwhile the black guy starts calling me all sorts of degrading names and terms “suck my black cock you white bitch, yeah, so easy to turn out a punk white boy for black meat, guess you’re going to get this big fat load down your bitch throat”, all his talking seem to just turn me on more and as he kept telling me what a cocksucking bitch I was going to be the more I tried to get more of his cock in my mouth. The black guy then opens this bottle and puts it under my nose telling me to inhale deep and I do, “Fuck” my head is spinning and I seem to want to suck more and more of this cock in me, I then feel the white guy pushing a finger in my ass, then another one and another, I am in heaven. The black guy keeps feeing me the bottle under my nose and the white guy who is somehow naked is still telling me how much of a pig I am going to become when this is over. The white guy then pulls out a bag of something and a bottle of what I found later was lube, he mixes the lube and the stuff in the bag and starts to finger it up my ass. I am go back to sucking on the black guys cock and hitting the brown bottle, a few minutes later I start to feel a rush of rushes. I start to just suck and not knowing what a gag reflex was yet, but I just wanted his cock buried in me. The white guy was now behind me with his cock pointed right as my ass. He gets the tip at my hole and starts to push, telling me go with it, that it will hurt for a minute but then I am going to love it. The black guy pulls his cock out tells me to hit the bottle deep, as it kicks in the white guy pushes in and now pass my once virgin ring. I tried to move forward trying to get away from the pain, but then I am so unstable and the white guy just keeps talking dirty to me, telling me now I am his bitch, his cumdump and that he was going to breed me full of his seed. What seemed to be an eternity was only a few minutes before the pain subsided and another hit of the bottle I was finding myself getting into it. Now the black guy puts his cock back at my mouth and he tells me to “suck that black cock you bitch” and boy do I ever. It never dawned on my if anyone had walked down there they would have seen a high school kid on his hands and knees with a cock fucking him in the ass and a black guys cock driving in his mouth, and at this point I didn’t care. The black guy starts to tell me he is close and gives me another hit of the bottle and tells me to start swallowing, at this point he lets volley after volley of cum loose in my mouth and I do as he says not knowing any better. The white guy is not far behind telling me I will be pregnant with his babies in a second and he lets out a roar and unloads my ass. The black guy just zips up his pants and says “see you soon” and walks off, the white guy pulls his cock out of my ass and wipes the rest of his cum on my ass cheeks, and I am still on my hands and knees wondering what just happened. The white guy then grabs my cock and balls and squeezes and asks me where I live, the pain was so bad I just blurted out my address to him and he tells me to meet him at the rest area down the road tomorrow at noon and just to wear shorts, no underwear or shirt or he would be at my house to get me, then walks off. To be continued.....

Fuck it. It was late Saturday afternoon and I had just finished running some last-minute errands getting stuff to keep me hydrated for that evening's play session with a FFuckbud in Bushwick. I was a little behind schedule and felt rushed, sweating from the late summer humidity and sexual anticipation. It was a warm day and I was wearing a t-shirt with cut-off sleeves, shorts and sneakers. I took a deep breath to relax as I waited for the Über car to arrive. I stared at my phone screen: the app displayed the driver was a few minutes away. He was kinda hot from the thumbnail image of his profile. OINK! Buzz. My phone vibrated as the screen display got interrupted as a text came in. HIM: SORRY baby. Can't host tonight after all. Something came up. Have to cancel. Fuck it. I texted him back quickly. ME: Dang that sucks. HIM: I know!!! Was really looking forward 2 PNP and getting @ that pussy of urs. ME: K. Another time then. HIM: I'll make it up 2 u next time I CYU. ME: L8R. I was already cleaned out and just a little buzzed. I smoked a little bowl while getting ready earlier to get me in the mood. It was enough to get my manhole hungry. He is one of my regular fuckbuds. I hate it when they cancel as the last thing I want to do is go online and take a risk with someone new. I like playing with the few regular buds I have. We have great connection and they know how to make my insatiable hole feel great. And I give it back in return. Except not tonight apparently. I stared at my phone screen. Now what? I thought to myself. Should I contact another bud at this last minute? Go online and risk searching for someone new? That seemed desperate (well I was sorta...). FUCK IT. I cancelled the Über car. I shook my head cursing at myself. I had a bag of protein and energy drinks in one hand and my phone on the other. Beside me, I had a small overnight travel bag that had some of my favorite toys, various lube and grease, poppers, and my toiletry bag parTy kit. All that preparation for nothing. I looked around me at the storefronts on the block. I live in an area of north Brooklyn that is historically more African American. But that is rapidly changing as it gentrifies year by year as the a new influx of people move in (myself included), priced out of Manhattan and other areas of northwest Brooklyn. I see a barber shop across the street. Hmm...time for a cut, I think to myself. If I can't play, I may as well get a haircut. I usually go to my barber in the East Village but I sure wasn't going there tonight. It had been a few weeks since my last cut and I like to keep my hair short and buzzed fresh. I was overdue. I placed my phone in my shorts pocket, picked up the overnight bag and crossed the street. Some aashole hipster almost ran into me on a Ciibike, oblivious to jaywalkers ruling the street. I cursed at him as he sped by, not hearing me with his headphones on. I was still spitting at the air when I got in front of the barbershop. It was about to close, totally empty except for one lone barber. I entered. "Hey," I greeted him, walking in. "How's it going? Can you do one more today?" The barber looked me up and down quickly as he was putting some equipment away. "It's late." It almost sounded like a complaint. He looked at me appearing to size me up. The barber was in his mid to late 50's, a tall dark, black man with short, buzzed cut hair and a trim beard that had a light salt and pepper pattern. He was about 6'3" and I guessed around 225 lbs of solid man. He looked like a coach for a high school athletic team. He had a handsome face in a rugged way with an impressive squared-off jawline that was framed with a short beard. He was wearing a dark green, button-down short sleeve shirt that served him like a uniform and was snug on his upper body. The top two buttons were undone and I could see short bristles of salt and pepper hair lightly covering his chiseled chest. He was wearing dark blue sweatpants that were a little loose. I couldn't help but notice that he had impressively large feet in his black beat-up sneakers. I could read that he was in good shape for his age. "I just need a buzz cut." My hair was about a half-inch long, too long for my taste. "You can do me quick: in-and out." I smiled at him. "Cool?" He moved towards me then passed my side heading to the storefront windows. "I am just about to close," he announced as he shut off the air conditioner. His voice had a deep weight with an after-tone of a subtle bass. I liked how he sounded. He adjusted the old blinds at the windows, lowering them one by one as the narrow shop got darker. He looked me up and down again. I noticed some pause with his gaze. "I will do you," he said, locking the door and lowering the last shade on the inside of the door. The shop was darker now, cut off visibly from the outside. The small shop had old fluorescent light bars overhead in three parallel rows casting a greenish glow to the room. His dark skin took on another sheen with the absence of natural light from the outdoors. One length of the light on the farthest right ceiling row was flicking on and off, shorting itself randomly, casting stranger highlights on both of us that would materialize and then quickly disappear. "You're in luck, Boy," he finally smiled. I liked that he called me Boy. Was he flirting with me as he read me visually again (or so I thought)? Or was I just horny from my now defunct evening's anticipation? "You're my last customer." He walked into the shop towards one of the corners. "I'll take you." He washed his hands at a corner sink for shampooing customers. He dried them off thoroughly. Nice forearms, I thought; they were thick and solid. "Put your bags down by that last chair," he instructed in that deep tone, pointing to a beat-up leather barber chair. "Sit down." I walked towards the corner, setting the overnight bag down. I placed my plastic grocery bag on the linoleum-tiled floor. The contents fell out, imbalanced and tossed around. My drinks rolled around our feet. "You goin' to do some major exercise or somethin' tonight?" He peered at me and then the various drinks scattered on the floor. "Yeah," I laughed as I looked up at him. "You could say that," I paused. "...special exercises." I knelt down, gathering the various bottles and placing them carefully back in the bag. "They help keep me going." He was now standing beside me, near the counter, getting some of his barber tools out of several small cabinets. I couldn't help but stare at his crotch as it was just a few inches from my face. He turned slightly, opening another cabinet to get some clippers so he was in profile from my viewpoint. WHOA! Nice bulge! There was something definitely in those dark sweatpants. I couldn't stop looking at it, that inner buzz inside me from earlier triggered itself ON. "You done yet?" He looked down at me, a tight smile on his face. "Sit down on the chair and let's get this started." I got up and sat down on the barber chair. It was an old-skool shop; probably from the late 80's when the neighborhood was a lot rougher. I got myself comfortable on the chair which looked like an antique at this point. The leather was well worn on the seat and it crackled as I adjusted myself, straightening my back. There were mirrors all around us at each chair station. There were six chairs in the shop in total, three at each side, with just a little walk space in the center of the narrow shop. You could see your reflection from one side of the room to the other into infinity as the mirrors on each side of the shop reflected on itself. The mirrors were a bit faded, well past their time; some were cracked, including the one in front of us, a hairline fracture that ran diagonally from mid-center on the left side up to the right corner of the glass surface. If I turned slightly, my head appeared split and off-register. The cabinets surrounding the mirrors at each chair station were covered in black Formica, the edges a bit frayed. There was a scattering of photos all around each station displaying men's hairstyles from old to current trends. I looked across from me and observed his personal photos taped around the mirror. A few were with his wife (I presumed) from different eras. He maintained a great body regardless of the decade. I noticed the wife in older photos but only solos of him or with male friends as he got older. There was a photo of him without a shirt, I am guessing from the last decade, probably on some island vacation, showing off his chiseled chest. HOT! I could feel myself starting to sweat slightly. He grabbed a long sheet of white tissue paper from one of the frayed tiny cabinets in front of us flanking the large mirror. I watched our reflection as he proceeded to get ready, folding the tissue as he walked behind me. He wrapped the tissue around my neck and tucked it into my T-shirt collar. He did this quietly as he looked deep into my eyes in the mirror. I watched him in return, also silent. I sensed we were both assessing the situation and measuring each other. I couldn't quite get a read on him. He was making me nervous. He was making me horny. I looked at those forearms again. They were large and thick, a light tangle of dark hair blended with his skin tone. I saw some tattoos on his right arm that I hadn't noticed before. They were faded and old, the black ink almost blending with his dark skin tone. The designs gave away their age as they were soft and fuzzy, the edges blurred by time and unsaid experiences. He reached for a dark sheet that was folded at the edge of the chair arm. He snapped it in the air suddenly, startling me as it sounded louder than it probably was, my senses already heightened. He unfolded it and draped it over me. It was a thin polyester sheet and it created a second skin over my crotch and upper body. He fastened it around my neck methodically. His large hands then rested on my shoulders, brushing the sheet into place. His palms seemed to be wiping away the creases so that the draping of the sheet over my upper body was even and centered. His hands had a weight to them that felt solid and heavy. Impressive. Masculine. Sexy. His fingertips applied a little pressure to the front of my shoulders for a mere moment, a slight massage. I moaned. Fuck it-that felt good! His right hand lifted in the air and disappeared behind my head in the reflection as our eyes met again and traced each other. The palm of that hand now brushed the back of my neck and ran up and down the back of my head, feeling my hair lightly as if we was barely touching it, running up and down, up and down, slowly, gently, almost sensually. It was if he was studying my hair, its texture, softness, healthiness. But his touch seemed to graze over me longer than professionally expected, unmeasured seconds that bordered into inappropriate movements. I moaned a little more, almost embarrassed at my obviousness. "Whatcha want, Boy?" Finally he spoke. The tone was now almost gentle, but just a bit, a decipherable difference I caught in comparison to his not-so-friendly greeting when I had entered earlier. The deep voice seemed to echo for a few seconds in the small, empty shop. Outside the light was getting fainter as the sun had set quickly as the late afternoon stepped into the early summer evening. The broken fluorescent light bar behind us flickered like a signal as if it were announcing the passing of the day. "Just a buzz cut," I stammered in my reply. His large hand ran over the top of my head again, rapidly this time. "What you take? 1.5? 2?" He looked at me. "Huh?" I was puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Clippers. Razor guard size," he answered. "Oh. I think it's usually a 2." I inadvertently brought my hand up to the top of my head as If to measure my hair and our hands touched for a second. He looked at me in the mirror. "Then my regular barber goes more in detail with a 1.5." "Regular barber?" His tone was definitely easing. "Yeah. I go to this Ukrainian guy in the East Village. I had a date that cancelled and saw your shop was still open. So here I am." "A date huh?" He kind of sneered at that. "You don't look like you dressed for any date." Fuck it. What the hell. "Yeah...well it was more a hook-up," I confessed quickly. "He cancelled at the last minute. I was right across the street to meet him when he cancelled. Saw your shop was still open. Figured I would get a buzz here." "Well you came to the right spot," his hand brushed the back of my head again, now taking his time, slowly running his palm up and down, up and down. "You got nice hair, nice texture...very soft." I stared at our reflection in the cracked mirror. Behind us, the fluorescent light bar shorted out for a second or two. He stopped with my hair and walked over to the cabinets and got his clippers ready, plugging the cord in a socket by his right. He approached me and I stared at him, my eyes following him in the mirror as he positioned himself behind me. He flicked the clippers on and it came alive, resting on my head for a second before he started to push it along. The whir and buzz of the vibration seemed like a strange percussion in my ears. He started by running the clippers from the front of my head towards the back. The clippers vibrated in a gentle rhythm over my scalp. I was definitely hyper sensitive with the little toke on the glass pipe from earlier. Fuck it-that felt GOOD-as he raked my head methodically, row by row. It was like an electronic massage in parallel motions going over my scalp. Tiny threads of dark, black hair fell around me, scattering on the sheet on my upper abdomen and crotch, raining down as the clippers ran its path. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation privately. I took in the mechanical buzz and vibration and breathed in slowly. "You OK there, Boy?" He noticed. I opened my eyes slowly, staring at our reflection. My head was on one side of the reflection in the crack of the mirror, his on the upper half. He was almost smiling. "You OK?" He repeated, the voice had a hint of concern. "You looked like you went somewhere down the avenue or somethin'." "Uh yeah," I replied, a little embarrassed. "I just like clipper cuts. It feels good," I admitted. "OK, Boy," he laughed and winked at my reflection. He continued with the clippers, buzzing around the rest of the top of my scalp, then the back and sides. He walked around me, shifting from my right side then to the left, getting in the correct position, gently pushing my head down or to the side to get a better angle. Short, trimmed hair continued to rain around me. I watched him intently in the mirror. His arms flexed as he moved the clippers around my head. The cuffed edge of his short-sleeves were tight around his biceps. I observed his hand, large with thick, long fingers, holding tight on the clippers gliding it around my head. He sure was getting sexier by the minute. "What kinda hook-up you had goin' tonight?" He didn't look at me as he continued to push the clippers around my right ear, carefully and slowly sculpting at the hair edge, repositioning himself to my right side, his large body getting closer to the chair arm, closer to me. I turned my head slightly to him but he quickly pushed my head face-forward with a gentle but in-control force as he continued sculpting the edge around the back of my ear. "What kinda hook-up is it that you got all those energy drinks?" He sneered a little now but continued to put his attention on my hairline. "And what's with the overnight bag, Boy?" Fuck it. Go for it, I told myself. I was already a little buzzed and so horned up. "Well," I looked at his reflection, waiting for his eyes to meet mine, trying to get more of a read on him. "If you really want to know...we were going to parTy and get all crazy and shit." "Watcha talkin' 'bout?" His eyes suddenly looked in the mirror, curious. "You know: parTy?" I emphasized the last syllable. He moved the clippers away from my head, staring at me more seriously in the mirror. "I like a little Tina. Gets me all wild and super horny." He smiled at me and resumed clipping around the right side of my head. "That bitch Tina?!?" He laughed. "She sure is a good time." He smiled wider and continued to carefully trim around my ear and side. "Haven't fucked with that biTch in ages." "So you parTy too?" He got my attention. I shifted slightly in my chair. "Oh yeah, Boy." He looked at me proudly in the mirror, then placed his attention back to cutting my hair. "Yeah, after my wife passed over ten years ago, I got a little crazy for a minute...if you know what I'm sayin'. Few bitches here and there. Some wild ones too! Those are the ones I partied with. GOOD TIMES!" He smiled at that memory and continued with the clippers. "Whatcha get into? You a bottom, Boy?" He stopped for a second, looking at me, waiting for my reply. I nodded as he held the clippers away from my head. "Yeah. I thought so." He stepped away from me, careful to not get tangled with the cord of the clippers, and walked towards another cabinet and adjusted the blade guard. His body was turned just slightly, most of his back facing me. When he was done, he walked behind me, then towards my left side. He brought the clippers back to my head to go in for a finer trim detail. He cranked the lever on the side of the chair as it jerked up a few inches, raising me. My left elbow was now at the same level as his crotch. His body was much closer now. I could feel his body heat. He carefully continued with the clippers, inching his body closer and closer now that my elbow was rubbing against the jersey material of his sweatpants. WHOA! SHIT! He was fucking hard as a rock! He continued with the cut, shifting his body left to right just slightly, back and forth, rubbing his crotch on my elbow. I pushed my left arm towards him, playing his game, adding pressure to his crotch that was now pressing against me. "Ohhhhh...Boy. That do feel good." He stopped cutting my hair for a moment, pressing harder on my arm, his head cocked back, eyes closed. I stared at our reflection. Then suddenly he opened his eyes. "You got any of that biTch in your bag there, Boy?" His eyes spoke of experience and knowledge. I could read that we had something in common... HUNGER. I nodded in the reflection. "Let's invite that biTch to this party then, Boy." He stepped away from me a half step, holding the clippers down at his side. It was still buzzing. From the mirror I saw an impressive silhouette of a bulge growing in his sweatpants. It was huge and thick, stretching the jersey material obscenely. "Boy, I haven't let loose since I don't know when. Haven't made it with a guy in ages either. But you sure are cute. And I sure am horny. I told you you came to the right spot." He paused and gave me a serious glare in the mirror. "Open your bag." The light flickered behind us again. In the mirror my hair was half-done: one side short and buzzed, the other unfinished. I looked a little crazy with this insane half-done buzz cut. I also looked really horny. A bead of sweat trickled down the left side of my forehead. I slowly stood up from the chair, countless hairs trimmed at the same tiny lengths, like black needle tips, littering around us on the floor. I walked over to my overnight bag, bent down and pulled on the zipper. He turned off the clippers, walked around the chair, and set it on the cabinet counter. I dug through the contents, looking for the small toiletry bag that had my parTy supplies. He sat down on the chair I had been on, the leather cracking under his weight and mass as he spread his legs. I stood up with the toiletry bag, placed it on the counter beside the clippers and unzipped it. He watched me silently. I prepared the glass pipe with a good size shard of crystal and carefully heated it, careful to keep the flame at the right distance, rocking the bowl side to side. He started slowly massaging his crotch then leaned forward, motioning for me to step closer. I continued to slowly melt the Tina as he leaned in even closer, both arms about to surround me. His hands disappeared behind my back and unfastened the sheet over my upper body. The sheet fell silently, my trimmed hair scattering into a random, frenzied pattern on the linoleum floor. "Take a big drag, Boy." He instructed. "And I mean a BIG HIT." I did as I was told. I kept the flame under the bowl another second as that lovely light grey cloud formed in the glass bubble. I shook the torch off and he reached for it as I took a long, deep BIG breath as he had instructed, taking as much smoke as my lungs would allow. "Good Boy," he grabbed the pipe. "Hold it in as long as you can. Now take off that shirt. Let me see your body." I lifted my arms and pulled the tank top off and threw it carelessly on the floor. Little bits of trimmed hair fell on and around us. "Nice tits, Boy. You keep in shape." He lit the pipe a few times for himself like I had done earlier, then set the torch to his side. He motioned for me to keep my breath and to not exhale. The magical smoke appeared in the pipe and he took equally, if not more, of a big hit than I had just done. We both held our breaths. He reached over slowly and with his free hand squeezed my right nipple, surprising me. He squeezed it hard. Finally, I exhaled; I couldn't help myself. A huge cloud came out of me, floating slowly over us, temporarily obscuring him from my vision as if he was lost in a miniature chemical fog. And then his face slowly appeared as the smoke dissipated, floating towards the fluorescent lighting, the small clouds taking on another palette. He grabbed me and leaned in closer, our mouths met, his swallowing mine, surprising me. His large and heavy tongue pushed and parted my lips gently at first, then with force, getting my mouth open and wide as he exhaled a huge amount of smoke. I greedily sucked it in. His eyes stared at me. He was different now. This wasn't the barber anymore. This was a Man. And he was hungry with that all too familiar look in his eyes that indicates the biTch was here. His tongue darted rapidly into my mouth, fishing for mine. There was now an electric energy in him that wasn't there before. His tongue gave it away if his eyes hadn't already hinted of it. The tongue danced violently in my mouth as if it were seeking its last breath. I gave it back earnestly and kissed him deeply, sucking in his tongue, adding pressure so hard that our mouths locked into a vacuum. We were both with the biTch now. I flicked my tongue back at him harder and he relented, his mouth first, then his body relaxing. I exhaled back to him. He sucked it in deep then looked at me intently, the madness gone, now only a soft gaze in his eye. His tongue gently coaxed mine and I pulled away slightly, licking his thick, dark lips. He exhaled and a thick cloud surrounded our heads. I took control now. I pushed him gently back on the chair as he reclined at an angle. He is quite tall; his legs were spread wide on the floor despite the chair being higher than normal. I grabbed the pipe and lighter from him and lit it again, inhaling deep as he watched me intently. He grabbed the pipe and torch from me and did the same. I held my breath as long as I could watching him before I exhaled. He held his breath longer before exhaling, our combined clouds fading in the ceiling. We repeated this a few more times, getting more higher. I grabbed the pipe and torch from him and placed them on the counter. I pushed against the foot pedal on the base of the chair, flipping it downwards and stepped onto its flat edge leaning into him. He sat back comfortably, very buzzed, observing me, his arms spread open and resting on his side. I leaned forward and slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it apart. Nice chest. He was still in great shape. The hint of salt and pepper hair that I saw earlier was now all visible. It was light on the upper chest, then thicker near his pecs, visually defining the lower curves of his pectorals. The hair was short and bristly and then it got less dense as it disappeared into his groin. I ran my left hand over his chest, feeling the texture of his body hair, the firmness of his muscles and a slight sweat that was building, coating his dark skin. I reached forward with my body, my abdomen rubbing against his crotch, hard and throbbing, as I leaned in closer and took his right nipple into my mouth. I bit it hard with my front teeth and held my grip. Then I gently flicked my tongue left to right on the tip of his nipple, brushing it lightly with saliva, teasing him. "MUTHAFUCKER!!!" He groaned, sliding up the chair slightly. I looked up at him while biting hard and soft, my tongue moving rapidly. He stared back at me and his body shifted up the chair even more as I felt his hard cock rub against my abdomen. I pulled away and shifted back down, in between his legs, looking up at his crotch and upper body. His massive cock was throbbing under the jersey material of his sweatpants. I positioned my right hand under his left thigh and squeezed tight, pulling the cotton against his leg. His bulge looked massive now, outlined by the tightened jersey material. It pulsed with excitement. I kept rearranging my grip and pull on the material, admiring the view. I lifted my left hand and slowly started feeling his shaft. "You one of those NASTY bitches!" He proclaimed. He was breathing heavy and rapid now, clearly turned on, clearly starting to buzz. I squeezed harder on the bulge. Fuck! It was huge! Thick as a beer can - my favorite! It looked long too - maybe 9"-10". I kept stroking it through the cotton, re-arranging its position on his thigh, checking it out, getting myself turned on with what was in front of me. He pushed my hand away suddenly and I leaned back. He took control and started rubbing himself, gripping the thick base with his left hand. "You like that, Boy?" He smirked at me. There was something nasty about how he said that. I nodded, gripping and squeezing my own dick inside my shorts. He squeezed his cock some more and we exchanged glances of silent anticipation. He was showing off to me and I was a willing audience. He kept grabbing his thick tool, moving it from one side of his thigh, an inch or two down his leg, then the other way, then back, constantly shifting. It looked obscene like some monster about to be unleashed. "You like what you see, Boy?" I nodded, grabbing his tool. I squeezed it hard, loving the weight and mass of it in my hand. I brought my hand to the base of his cock then traced it along the cotton material, rubbing it slowly up and down the shaft which only made him moan some more. My hand encircled the head and I squeezed gently at first, then with a tighter grip, then back to a soft touch. He squirmed on the leather chair as it crackled from underneath him. Then suddenly I grabbed the shaft again and shook it hard as it flopped through the sweatpants material. His hands appeared from the side as he lifted his ass off the chair slightly. Then he suddenly pulled his sweatpants down, thrusting them as far down his legs as it would go. He was wearing thin boxers with a vertical stripe pattern and the left leg sleeve was getting soaked from his excitement. His tool looked even larger now. I pushed back a little to admire the changed view. I grabbed his tool again and the thin cotton was barely covering his shaft. I positioned his cock slightly so it was running down his thigh, the head just visible now underneath the edge of his boxers. I pulled back on the cotton material exposing the head further. Now it was my turn to to moan. Wow. It was a beautiful cock head : round and bulbous and dark. He was uncut. The head was covered with foreskin which was pulled back slightly. Precum was leaking out of his urethra. I slid my finger alongside the slit and placed it in my mouth, licking it while looking at him. It had a slight salty taste. "Oh yeah man," I moaned, finally answering him. "I love it." "Pull off my sweats and boxers," he commanded firmly. I leaned back slightly and yanked them off quickly rolling them through his legs and feet. I kept his sneakers on and tossed the clothing to one side of the floor. His legs looked massive, long and muscular with impressive thighs. There was strength to his legs that I liked. I squeezed his thighs hard several times and then let go. His balls were large and round and pushed the base of his thick tool which was now very hard and swerved to the side by his left hip. I leaned in closer and took in his scent from in between his legs. He smelled of sweat, his own musk and some old-fashioned scent that reminded me I was in a barber shop. I leaned in closer and spit on his balls. His cock shifted. I leaned in more and ran my tongue from the bottom to the top. I repeated this from the left side, then the right, then back to the center, each time depositing more saliva that his testicles were now glistening, the highlights in a faint green cast from the fluorescent lighting. My mouth opened wider and I engulfed as much of his balls that I could fit into my mouth. And then I applied pressure with my lips creating a seal as I applied suction to the testicles inside my mouth. I ran my tongue rapidly over his balls, side to side, up and down, with pressure, without, all at random, driving him crazy. I loved how his balls tasted, a little salty from his sweat, a little pungent in general, and a lot masculine. His cock kept shifting. I released his balls and leaned back for a moment while my left hand cupped his testicles, spreading my saliva gently around his balls. His cock shifted again as if silently wanting attention. I leaned forward once more, grabbed the shaft of his tool and brought my lips to his cock head. I curled the tip of my tongue and flicked it around the rim of his foreskin, just getting a little bit of the tip under the rubbery skin as I pushed it back with my tongue. He squirmed a bit on the chair. I continued around the head, taking my time. It tasted musky and slightly strong, carrying that day with it. I was too high to really care. And then I pulled back with my mouth and rolled the flat top section of my tongue along his cock head, tracing it along the line of his urethra, coating it with my saliva. His ass shifted. And then suddenly I took his whole head in my mouth, the thick massive bulb, coating it with more saliva, sucking on it now with pressure, my tongue dancing inside the hood to the rapid rhythm of my heart beating. "MUTHAFUKKKKKAAA!!!" He yelled, his hands now grabbing tight on the chrome edges of the chair arms. Beads of sweat fell from my face mixing with my saliva on his tool, adding more of my own lubrication. I took a deep breath and my mouth opened wider. I applied more suction as I inched forward-slowly, very slowly-on his very hard shaft. I looked at him monitoring his reaction. His eyes were closed, head cocked back, groaning to himself. "Mutha...fukkaa...Mutha...fukkkaaa..." He was sweating even more than me. I inhaled through my nose again and leaned in another inch, my tongue washing the underside of his shaft. I kept watching him as I took my time, savoring the weight and mass of his tool inside my mouth, enjoying that I was providing him this pleasure. I love how a big cock feels when it fills my mouth, my throat. He was getting harder from excitement as he continued to squirm on the chair. I breathed in again through my nose and now dove in, eyes closed, visualizing my actions inside my mind, taking several inches, then pulling back a bit, then diving back in, then out. In. Out. In. Out. I allowed his stiff tool to fuck my hungry mouth and then very suddenly I dove right in, sucking that thick head into my throat. "MUTHAFUKKKIN' BITCH!" He yelled, almost startling me. More sweat was now pouring down my face. I opened my mouth even more, inhaled again, a big, deep breath through what I could take through my mouth and more oxygen through my nose. I relaxed my muscles more as I let his tool sink further inside my throat, meanwhile applying slight random pressure, massaging his shaft. I kept this going slowly, taking my time, breathing in more air through my nose, wanting it, taking it. He just continued to squirm. Finally I had most of his thick cock inside me, the bristles of his public hair now tickling my nose. I looked up at him. His eyes were still closed, head to one side, mumbling to himself. I stayed like that for awhile, just enjoying the volume and weight on his tool in my mouth and throat. I would pull back occasionally, but just a micro inch, and then sink in, fucking the shaft with my mouth. And then I would rest again at the base, contracting my throat muscles, massaging him, resting in that position, savoring the mass inside me. I started to pull back and sink in again, but building my pace; slowly at first, then more rapidly, up and down, up and down. He was really squirming now and I started to apply more pressure and sucking at the same time. Faster. Faster. FASTER! "MUTHAFUKKKAAA!!!" He yanked me off violently, pulling my head with such speed and force away from his shaft that my mouth made a loud plopping sound as I breathed air again. His tool shined with a coating of my saliva. Pre-cum leaked out of his cock head. I leaned in to catch it with my tongue. But he pushed me away. "FUCK BOY!" He pulled back on the chair now, straightening his upper body slightly, his hands falling back on the arm rests. "You sure know how to suck dick! FUCK! I just don't want to cum so fast! That biTch got me goin' and horny! And if your suckin' dick that good I can only tell what the rest of the evening will bring!" He laughed at that. I licked my lips and then wiped the excess saliva around my mouth and chin with my right hand. I stared at him greedily. "You look kinda crazy with that half-done haircut!" He laughed again, now lifting himself from the chair. "Get up, Boy. Take off those shorts and you get that ass back on this chair." He got up around me, his big, slick dick bouncing around. I stood up beside the chair and stepped out of my shorts, kicking off my sneakers. I had a black and red jock on. He whistled at me when he saw that. "WOO! That sure look good on you! Turn around." I did as I was told, giving him a show of my ass, framed by the black jock straps. "Nice!" He felt my ass. "We gonna have some fun with that later. Now get on that chair!" I got on and he placed the polyester sheet on my upper body again and clipped it behind my neck. He grabbed his clippers from the counter. He still had his shirt on, unbuttoned and hanging loose, and nothing else but his sneakers. It looked almost comical with his swinging hard-on but it actually was kinda hot. I was slouching down on the chair a bit. My legs were spread wide. I couldn't help it. I was horny, that buzz just starting to set... "Ok straighten up, let's finish this cut." He walked behind me as I slid up the chair. As I did, the sheet exposed my crotch. I was getting turned on from the whole scenario. The clippers came to my head and he proceeded to finish the cut. The vibration of the clippers was working its magic on me again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the mechanical rhythm on my scalp. I started to get hard despite the T. "You sure like this, huh?" He snickered behind me. I opened my eyes, looking at him in the mirror. He was intensely focused, being very particular with his methods. After a few minutes he was done and placed the clippers aside back at the counter. He shifted to the other side of the counter and selected a shaving blade sitting in a clear glass jar of sanitizing liquid. He retrieved the blade and dried it with a towel nearby. To his left was a small device that he pressed. Heated shaving cream oozed out if it on his palm. He then walked behind me and applied the warm cream on the back of my neck. He massaged the heated cream slowly, gently, spreading it around the bottom trimmed edge of my hairline on the back of my head. The heat of the warm cream added to the heat now forming in the small shop. A tiny bead of sweat ran down the left side of my face. I moaned again. My breathing was getting more rapid. I watched him from the reflection of the other mirror behind us reflecting on the cracked mirror in front of me. I was nervous and yet excited at the same time. My cock twitched in my tight jock. He held his blade impressively steady and very carefully brought the sharp instrument to the back of my head. I stayed still and tried to concentrate on my breathing, to relax and not move an inch. The sharp edge of the blade made contact with my skin and I felt as if someone had shocked me with a hit of electricity. My senses were so heightened. The edge of the blade felt as if it were sinking into my moistened skin, my sweat and the heated shaving cream mixed into some new lubricant for the sharp blade to glide over me. He applied a tiny bit of pressure that was so faint I shouldn't have felt it. But I did as I flinched as the blade shifted slowly along the bottom of the hairline. And then with a very sudden gesture that was a mix of speed and unmeasured pressure, his hand pushed quickly as the blade separated from my skin. I exhaled as the fluorescent light behind us flickered again. Before I could relax, the blade returned, the coldness of the sharp metal shocking me again. I inhaled and caught that I was holding my breath. He applied that subtle pressure and slight movement and shaved another fraction of an inch or so of my hairline to a fine, crisp edge. I exhaled again and he repeated this over and over until he was done. It was only a few minutes but that biTch made it seem more like an eternity. And yet I was loving it. There was something about the super sharp blade that he controlled that turned me on. He wiped what was left of the shaving cream away with a small towel, still standing behind me. I looked at him in the mirror and it was a little obscene: him standing there with a hard-on, the foreskin pulled back revealing his dark tool and holding a blade in one hand. "Slide down that chair a little bit, Boy," he instructed. "Get that ass just hanging off the edge a bit." I did as I was told. He walked over back to the counter. He dropped the used blade back in the sanitizing jar. He turned around looking at me. "You seemed to like that, huh?" I nodded in silence. "Ok-well that was just for starters." He pressed on the small machine on the counter again as more heated cream oozed out of the tiny nozzle. "Now pull up those legs and hold them. Hold them STILL-you hear? I'm gonna shave that hair around your hole." I was already flying at this point. I liked where this was going so I obliged and pulled my legs up, holding it steady on the back of my thighs. My asshole was in clear view. "Muthafukka..." He paused, eyes staring at my hole. I was already buzzed from the bowl we smoked together and the earlier hit I had done just before leaving my apartment. My hole was clearly showing this. I contracted and relaxed my hole, showing off to him. "HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!!! Whatcha got there, Boy?" He stepped closer. "Fuck. For a second there I thought I was lookin’ at pussy." A thick finger touched my asslips, sliding around it gently. "That is one beautiful hole you got there." He approached me and bent down for a second, taking a closer view. "Muthatfukka. That sure is pretty." He stood up straight and looked around to his side. He found a small stool and grabbed it with his free hand, positioning it to my left side. He then walked back to the counter and pulled another drawer open retrieving a small hand mirror. "Here-grab this," he instructed. "I want you to see what I'm doing. This is special service. I don't provide this to many customers." He winked at me, laughing a little. I held it with one hand and adjusted it. It was a double-sided mirror: normal reflection on one side, close-up view on the other. He fidgeted around the counter then retrieved a fresh, new blade from the jar. He pressed on the machine again as it shot out more heated shaving cream. He sat on the stool next to me, adjusting himself. His legs were spread open and his thick shaft, now semi-hard hung over the edge. If I had another free hand I would have taken a picture. He looked so hot and strangely odd and menacing at the same time with his open shirt, the blade in one hand, the wad of white cream on the other hand, and his big, uncut dick just hanging there. "Hold that mirror just right now so you can see..." His one hand moved closer and spread the warm shaving cream on my manpussy. He spread it liberally, all around my hole and around my asscheeks. Everything felt ultra-sensitive on my skin around my hole. The warmth of the cream almost felt burning at first, as it was a shocking sensation. But the burn faded quickly to a warm glow. I looked in the hand mirror admiring the view. I twisted my hand slightly and switched to the close-up view. My hole was pulsing from the heat like some strange organism surrounded by white foam. "Beautiful," he was admiring the view. He inched in closer. From the hand mirror I saw the blade-now mega size in the enhanced reflection-approaching my pulsing manpussy. The sharp blade looked menacing and I held my breath as my hole instinctively contracted, the pussy lips folding in on itself. "Fuckin' beautiful," he repeated. The blade came closer to the edge of my hole and made contact with my skin. With his left hand he held my ass, pulling it wide as his right hand carefully glided the sharp blade, scraping with a slight pressure away from my asslips. I watched nervously from the mirror. The fluorescent light behind us flickered again, this time with a slight scraping noise that lasted a second. He held the blade at a slight angle as it glided on my skin. The blade pushed the heated cream aside, exposing a smooth, shaved area near my hole. The moistness of the cream and my sweating made my skin seem to glow with a slight light green tint from the fluorescent lighting. He repositioned the blade just another inch above where he had started and repeated the procedure. And again and again. Each time, I flinched as the sharp blade made contact with my sensitive skin. It was a combination of nervousness and anticipation. I stared at the reflection and admired the view. I contracted my hole, winking at him. "You like that, huh?" He asked. I nodded again, silently. He stood up and grabbed the stool and moved over to my right side of the chair. He set the stool down near me and squatted into position. I admired the view of his impressive cock just hanging out, the hood of his foreskin pulled back a bit more, exposing that impressive bulb. He pulled the right side of my ass as the blade approached. I twisted my hand a little bit to get a better view with the hand mirror. As the mirror turned, I caught a momentary glance at my face in the reflection. I was covered in sweat and didn't even realize it. I adjusted my hold until I had a close-up view of my hole. The blade made contact, the sharp edge startling me again. He pulled carefully, gliding it away from my asslips, shaving the short hairs around my hole. I was exhaling and breathing more rapidly. "Hold STILL-you hear?" he demanded in an authoritative voice. I took control of my breathing, trying not to move. The blade came across further up my hole then glided along the smooth surface of my skin, pushing the shaving cream aside. In a few eternal minutes he was done. "Look at that fuckin' pretty hole," he announced. He grabbed a small towel near him and wiped gently around my manhole, removing any leftover shaving cream that was visible. My asslips were all flared and enlarged, pulsing from excitement and anticipation. I was still holding the small mirror. And then the blade approached again, coming into view in the enlarged oval reflection. He had the blade turned upside down, so the curved, unsharpened edge was pointing towards my hole. It came into contact with my moist asslips, the curved flat edge tracing along the soft folds of the skin, slowly up and down, up and down. I gasped a little, not sure what to expect from him. "I can tell this pussy is special," he said. "Don't see this too often." The blade continued its path along my hole. He pulled it away a few inches, tilted the tip of the unsharpened side and pushed it carefully in the crack of my hole. In the mirror I could see the curved edge of the blade enter my hole a micro-inch. I breathed in nervously. "Don't worry, Boy. I ain't gonna hurt you. Last thing I wanna do is hurt that pussy." He pulled the blade away slowly. "Well at least not with this tool." He pushed back on the stool, wiped around my ass again so it was clean and smooth. He stood up. "Take a look," he insisted. I turned the small hand mirror again for the normal view. Shit. My hole did look pretty. It was still pulsing. He grabbed the small mirror from me and walked back to the counter placing it down along with the blade. He wiped his hands with the towel and threw it aside. His dick was starting to throb. He turned looking at me, that thick tool pointing up and twitching. "Watcha want, Boy?" He stared at me greedily. I was still holding my legs up and apart. I moved my hands to my manpussy, feeling the smooth, hairless skin around it, rubbing myself gently. I looked at him with a new hunger, checking him out, staring at that big uncut dick. My fingers found my hole and ran up and down on my asslips. My hole felt warm and moist, as if it was sweating from the heat of the room and the heat building inside of me. "Fuck it," I begged, pulling my asslips apart wider.

I can't believe what just happened. I mean, yeah, I barebacked as a general rule, but I always asked guys their status and only took neg seed. Who would lie about that anyway?? Besides he was so young and innocent and we were only going to meet for coffee. I guess you want some more details. I'm your average guy, kinda husky, but pull it off well. At 37 I'm that perfect age where young college guys look at me as a daddy but older guys look at me as someone who can be a successful son. He was 22. We met on an app for bears and their admirers. 5'7", 140, cute as a button and charming as fuck. We hit it off right away, chatted about everything including the fact that he was in an open relationship with a man more than twice his age. It just sucked he wasn't in my local area. So of course as fate would have it, I needed to travel for work one Saturday. Just a one off thing, home that night, but a trip that would bring me within 30 miles of my crush. I quickly told him and he squeaked in delight as we made plans to meet at a local coffee house. His bf would drop him off, but he asked if I would bring him home as the bf worked the night shift. The conversation was flowing as easily in person as it was online. He was as charming and my gosh that smile! I didn't realize that three hours had passed as quickly as it did. We piled into my car and drive the 10 minutes back to his place. Being a gentleman, I walked him to the door. As he opened it, I turned to say goodnight when he grabbed my shirt and yanked me inside. He pushed me against the wall and dropped to his knees. I didn't think it possible to get someone's pants off as quickly as he did, but less than 30 seconds after the door closed I was fully hard and 7" deep in his throat. After two minutes he finally came up for air and kissed me. "I just had to taste it," he said, flashing that smile. "What happened to just friends," I asked. He looked directly in my eyes as he unbuckled his pants. "We can be friends tomorrow. Tonight I'm cumming deep inside you." There was no more to say. He took my hand and led me upstairs. When we got to the bedroom, we undressed the rest of the way and he gently, but firmly guided me onto the bed on my stomach. After a stinging slap on my right cheek, he voraciously dove tongue first into my hole. The sheer sensation of this eager twink rimming me was unbelievable as he loosened my entryway while giving that perfect little extra sensation of being eaten out by someone with a well groomed goatee. After 10 minutes of that treatment, I audibly whimpered disappointment when he unlatched from my back side. He chuckled mildly, "Don't worry, it won't be empty long." He reached for the lube that was already out on the nightstand and prepared the 8" log swinging between his legs. The pain was intense as he pushed forward. Normally it's easier for me if a guy pokes at it and eventually the head pops in, but this was his show and as much as he had made me feel good in foreplay, I knew I was there strictly to be a cum receptacle. He stopped to let me adjust only when I felt his hips on me. "You ready," he asked. All I could do was nod into the pillow. With my tacit acceptance, he started his assault on my insides. The kid was good, hitting all the right places. My moans only encouraged him as he went nonstop for eight minutes before I heard him change his breathing. "I'm not pulling out," he said. 10 seconds later I could feel the first shot of his DNA lining my ass, followed by six more volleys. He collapsed on top of me as I felt his orgasm subside. It was my turn to show him what I could do as I flexed my ass. He jerked as I milked the final drops of his orgasm out of him. He laid there for a few minutes, getting soft. I was about to ask if I could get up, when he started to stir a bit. The movement allowed him to reharden as he began to fuck me again, slower and in more of a lovemaking way. We continued this for a solid 15 minutes before the telltale change in his breathing happened. I looked back at him and he just nodded as he deposited another load in his new sperm bank. After a minute he pulled out and kissed me tenderly. The lad was too too to be true. As we gathered our things, I noted a picture on the dresser. It was my stud, posed, crouched on his knees with eight men, four on each side, naked, surrounding him. I asked him what that scene was. "Oh, that was my conversion party," he casually remarked. "Jeffrey, my daddy, set it up for me. This was actually my first post diagnosis fuck. Just got past the flu earlier this week. Doc gave me some meds, but I haven't started them yet." I quickly became enraged, "You told me you were neg, asshole!" "I was when we first talked and we discussed it," he fired back. "That was a week after we chatted the first time. Best birthday present of my life." So there it was. I had two highly toxic loads beginning to penetrate my system. As I came to grips with that fact, another thought came into my head. What was I going to tell my husband?

I was laying in bed this morning and had a fantasy scenario playing inside my head and decided it would make for an interesting story, so I decided I would try and write it and see how it goes. I'm not done yet but I need to take a break so I'm posting what I have written and am interested in what you guys think. ------------------------------------------------------------ I was on my way home from work one day when my boyfriend Patrick called me and told me we’d be having guests for dinner. His uncle Steve was in town visiting his brother Frank, my boyfriend's father, and the two of them would be eating with us. Patrick also mentioned we'd have a third guest, a buddy with whom Frank had worked with at a local factory. I had met Frank several times, and he and Patrick are quite similar: same hair, same eyes, same build, same height, same weight, and I can only speculate, but I imagine they have the same cock, about eight inches, somewhat thick, with a nice set of balls that always pump out a huge load. I had never met Steve before, but upon doing so, was amused to see Steve, Frank and Patrick were spitting images of each other. It was, however, Nick, Frank's friend, who got me drooling. Now, I’m 5’8” 150 pounds, am modestly built, and Patrick, his father and Steve are even smaller at 5’ 3”, 125 pounds, nice and trim. In contrast to the rest of us, Nick was 6’ 3” 200 pounds of solid muscle, not muscle from a gym, but muscle built from an active life, and no doubt, from a lifetime of loading trucks at the factory. Now, I’m the top in my relationship with Patrick. I’m bigger than is he, both physically and in terms of dick size, but when I see a man like Nick my eyes glaze over and my asshole starts to twitch. Thankfully Patrick, Steve and Frank like to cook, so they announced they would handle putting the meal together, and warned Nick and me that we would only be in the way. I was so smitten with Nick that I gotta admit I was hoping Steve, Patrick and Frank and get to talking over a glass of wine and the three would forget that either me or Nick were there at all. We all went into the living room to have a drink and talk. Patrick, Steve, and Frank occupied our one recliner and the sofa, and as there were no other seats, Nick followed me to have a seat behind the bar to the back of the room. As I suspected the family trio started talking and tuned-out Nick and me, so I poured the two of us a strong drink and we started talking, mostly about the factory, what it was like to work there and how he really enjoyed it. He had started college and attended for a few years but decided he’d much rather be working class so dropped out and never finished. He was in his late forties and from stealing glances at his crotch while sitting at the moment I would say that he was packing something in there. A few times he noticed me looking and smiled which made me melt even more. After he finished his second drink he asked where the bathroom was so I asked him to follow me, and I led him through the house upstairs to the main bathroom. At this point I was confident enough to ‘joke’ with him. After switching on the light I asked him if he would need or wanted any help. He gave a nervous laugh, said no, and shut the door behind him. I was honestly quite taken aback, I was certain that he would be game. Dazed and confused I returned to my seat behind the bar and poured myself another drink. Looking at my glass and feeling the beginning of a buzz I decided that it was the alcohol that was making me feel a bit over confident. In addition, Nick was quite a stud, so to be sure my mind wasn’t thinking correctly. When Nick returned and resumed his seat, I made some lame remark about alcohol and having made a pass at him. “No big deal. It usually isn’t 'till after the third drink that I need help” he responded with a chuckle. My jaw hit the floor, here I thought it was all over and he just wasn’t ready. I just sat there dumbfounded till he broke the silence. “My drink ain’t gonna pour itself.” I was grinning from ear to ear as I poured him another. “What are you smiling about?” asked Patrick. “Nothing,” I replied, “Nick just told me a joke.” “Oh, well, you two have fun. We are going in the kitchen to get dinner ready.” Finally!! The trio got up and went to the kitchen where they will be cooking, leaving Nick alone with me. No sooner had they left the room than I turned to face him, wide eyed, and excited like a kid on Christmas Day waiting to open what was certain to be the best package. He chuckled a bit then shifted to a more comfortable position with his legs spread for better access and undid his jeans and zipper, then went back to his drink. The rest was up to me. I dropped from my bar stool and knelt in front of him pulling his jeans open far enough for me to reach in and pull that sweet meat out into the world. It was beautiful. At least seven and a half soft with a good thickness to it. My god, when fully erect it would be huge. Fortunately since we were behind the bar, should one of the guys cooking come back into the living room, Nick and I would be hidden by the counter, so no one would know I was blowing him. I sucked his flaccid dick into my mouth and tried my best to swallow it. I love sucking cock and love it even more when it goes in limp and I get to feel it swell and get hard in my mouth. Few things stir the desire to suck harder than that sensation. I kept the whole thing in my mouth as long as I could but eventually there was just too much. Fully erect it was nine and a half inches long, thick, but not so thick I couldn't blow it, particularly as his cock had a perfect torpedo shape - absolutely great for sucking, but also undoubtedly a pleasure to ride. I sat for a moment stroking that massive thing before me, I was in heaven, the perfect cock and I was sucking on it, my boyfriend and his family in the next room cooking and chatting away - I must admit, the fact that I could hear them chat away only added to the excitement. I glanced at this factory god with his flawless cock, his eyes were closed with a dreamy smile on his mouth. I wondered for a moment of whom he was thinking, but decided it didn’t matter. I grabbed that monster with both hands and nursed hard on the head while drilling my tongue into his piss slit. The taste of his precum was intoxicating and considering I was already pretty much drunk this was pushing me over the edge. I took his big cock as far into my mouth as I could get it, reached behind him grabbing the bar stool and pulled myself farther onto it. He moaned and grabbed my head and pushed me the rest of the way down on his cock. I knelt there, savoring the taste of his cock, the way it felt to have it filling my mouth and throat, the smell of his crotch and the weight of him holding me down on this monster. I pulled back to come up for air but he held me down choking me with his dick. Heavenly. A second later I tried to come up again and again he held me on his cock. I needed to breath, but still he held me. I slapped his thigh to let him know I enjoy this but need to breath and he just laughed and held me tighter onto his cock. I frantically grabbed the rungs of the bar stool pushing against him with all my strength trying to get this cock out of my throat so I could breath. My lungs were aching and I was starting to feel faint when he finally released me and I stumbled to my feet, violently coughing, choking, and loudly gasping for breath. I put my hand to my neck breathing deeply, staring at Nick as Patrick came running to the doorway asking, “What’s going on?” I looked at Patrick, then back at Nick who just sat there with his dick fully erect dripping saliva and precum, remarking “Your boyfriend here almost choked on an ice cube.” I looked back at Patrick, who, by this time, was backed-up by Steve and Frank. The three of them stood in the doorway and Patrick remarked (disapprovingly) “Well, he does drink too fast, always trying to get it all in.” With that the three of them walked back into the kitchen to finish dinner preparations. As I caught my breath, I stared at Nick's beautiful cock as it bobbed up and down. Nick, not to disappoint, reached down and grabbed it by the base and shook it at me, quietly saying “It’s time to fuck.” As hot as I was, I couldn’t say no. I dropped my pants and turned around, presenting my ass for Nick's pleasure. Or should I say 'our pleasure'? After all, I wanted that cock in my ass as much as he wanted my ass. While the circumstances dictated discretion, I was in a very clumsy position to take a huge cock up my ass, but necessity, as we all know, will find a way, so I found myself, essentially, laying on the bottom shelf of the bar, which, fortunately, was more or less empty, my ass raised to afford Nick access. While this meant I was essentially inside the bar laying with my body twisted sideways so I could barely see him, I could certainly feel Nick, and that was all that mattered. In the corner I noticed a small brown bottle of poppers that must have been lost. Thank god, I was already shaking in anticipation of that cock fucking me, partly because I was excited about it and partly because I was scared that he was going to make it hurt. I couldn’t exactly scream in this position because there would be absolutely no hiding this. I quickly unscrewed the bottle and started to inhale deeply as I felt him press the head of his cock against my hole. I could feel the thick saliva that had been dredged up from the back of my throat mixed with his precum on my hole as he started to press himself into me. AHHHHH. It hurt! I rammed my thumb in my mouth and bit down to distract from the pain. My body tensed and he stopped pushing. I took another hit of the poppers, and another, and another. Finally I got hit with that rush of heat and it was at that moment that I realized that he didn’t have a condom on. Oh well I was too high on poppers to care and was enjoying the feeling of just having his cock in me. He kept sliding farther in till I tensed then he would stop and wait a bit. Then a bit more till I finally felt his hips right behind mine with his big cock buried neatly in me. I took another hit of the poppers to keep the feeling going as I felt that big cock slowly sliding out of me and then back in. As rough as he was holding my head down on that cock he was super gently with the fucking. Slow and rhythmic. I could periodically hear him place his glass back on the bar above me so knew that up above it would appear business as usual, while down below I was getting filled. “Where’s Andy?” I heard the familiar voice asking. It was my boyfriend. The fucking rhythm ceased. “He slipped out for a bit of air. After his choking bit I think he needed a little breather.” Nick laughed a little with his response. “Well he shouldn’t have left you alone.” “It’s fine, I don’t mind, I can keep myself company.” “Well my Dad and uncle can handle the kitchen for a minute so I’ll stay here till Andy gets back.” I’m Andy, by the way, in case you hadn’t figured that out yet. And here I was crammed inside a bar with a huge cock in my ass while my boyfriend was chatting it up with the god the cock was attached to. Occasionally Nick would shift his standing position which would move his cock either further in or a little out of my ass, so I was kind of still getting fucked but I wanted a pounding or at least more than what I was getting. The cock in my ass was nice but I wanted some movement. I fantasized about Nick being able to finish fucking me then feeling him pull out and shoot his load all over my face. I imagined me licking every drop of his load from wherever it fell. Then I was horrified when I realized that the cock that was impaling me was going limp from lack of stimulation. I rhythmically squeezed my ass together around his cock to bring it back to life. I most definitely didn't want it to slide out of my ass. As I took another hit of popper. Nick shifted and I realized that the bar was quite solid, and that if I was careful, I could ride Nick's cock with alerting Patrick as to what was going on. I hit the poppers again and backed up a little. Nick resisted, which forced his cock back into me. Then I kept hitting the poppers and rocking my hips back and forth moving his cock in and out of my hole. Between the poppers and the constant pressure on my prostate and knowing that my boyfriend was right there while I was getting fucked I was in pure heaven. Suddenly Nick grunted a bit. “Are you okay?” Patrick asked. “Yes,” Nick replied as he grunted again. “Are you sure?” "Yes. Just a little…uhh…cramping in my…ahh…thigh is all.” The noises didn’t clue me in cause I was poppered out of my mind but I felt his cock swell and get warmer and start throbbing and I knew that he had cum or was cumming cause the throbbing seemed to go on and it suddenly got easier to get him farther in me. As hot as the situation was I was ready to cry, this was not what I wanted at all. I wanted Nick to have fucked me good, cum on my face and leave. I didn’t want to get fucked bare and I most certainly didn’t want his load in my ass. It was about five minutes after Nick had cum inside me when I got an ever greater shock. His cock was still rock hard in my ass and still being horny as hell, I kept hitting the poppers and rocking back and forth working his cock while my boyfriend was still talking with him. “So my Dad told me you have HIV and....” WHAT! I completely froze. I put the bottle of poppers down in front of me and then didn’t move. I had just been fucked in an unbelievable position by a man with an unbelievable cock who had cum inside me and now I find out he has HIV? My head was about to explode and my mind was racing. What should I do? There was no way to pull out without being noticed by my boyfriend, who for some reason decided to stay at the bar and keep Nick company, but I did not want to stay with this infected cum in my ass. Time was passing so slowly with everything that was on my mind. Nick’s cock was still hard as a rock and I for some reason was getting horny again. I hadn’t gotten off from the first fucking but finding out that Nick was positive really killed the mood. Unfortunately feeling a cock in my ass was quite stimulating. I imagine Nick was feeling uncomfortable about the situation because after I stopped stimulating him when I heard he was positive, his voice changed a bit when he was talking with my boyfriend. He seemed a bit edgy, but he certainly hadn’t lost the erection. I tried to move forward slowly to remove the cock from my ass but my head was already in the corner of the bar. I tried to slid my hand to a better position and knocked over the bottle of poppers that I had been sniffing. The poppers had spilled everywhere. And a huge cock had plugged-up my ass, ensuring the poz load couldn't escape. And I was getting high again. The poppers. I had spilled them in an enclosed place. Oh god. A minute later and I was hard as fuck again and rocking back and forth getting that cock farther inside. I didn’t care about the load it felt hot inside me. I was hungry and wanted more.

My boyfriend I met my boyfriend at a party. But. before I continue, let me introduce myself. My name is Jeremy, I'm 5', 10", and 120 pounds, so I'm quite slim. At the time of this story I was 23. I had been invited to go to a friend's party. I didn't want to go, but since I had nothing else to do, I decided to go thinking about going home early. After I got there, I saw that my ex-boyfriend Tony and his new boyfriend were also in attendance, so I started to have a few drinks, if only to give the impression I was over Tony. Then it happened: I noticed an exceptionally hot guy, who was somewhat taller than I, who had a swimmer's build, blond hair and deep blue eyes. I also noticed a chubby guy who was trying to hit-on me, but I wasn't having it: the tall guy was all that interested me. I could see my ex, he didn't seem to be enjoying himself. He and I had broken-up because we had wildly different perspectives in a couple of key areas of life, the the sex with him had always been great. Surprisingly, I found myself talking with Tony's boyfriend, only to discover he was beyond boring. Great. Anyhow, at some point I needed to pee so I went to the bathroom. I barely had the time to close the door that Tony pushed the door and closed it behind himself, and began kissing me. Fuck, was he a good kisser. Then he said "I wanna fuck you." I was okay with his suggestion, but still need to pee from all the drinks I had consumed. I was barely done when Tony pulled his big cock out of his pants, and began fingering my hole, which, fortunately, I had prepared before I left the house. "Suck me bitch," he muttered, pushing my head down, adding "fuck, I've missed your mouth. Get me hard so I can fuck you." After about two minutes, he turned me round and rammed his 18 cm (7 inch) bare cock into my ass, exclaiming "Fuck, that feels good. That little bitch won't let me fuck him bare. Take my big dick! I'm gonna cum in your sweet ass. I'm gonna lube you up, 'cause I know you'll be fucked again, slut!" Once he came, he tucked himself away and left, as if nothing had happened. I love it when a guy just cums and leaves! I went back to the living room and went back to my drink. I chatted with some guys, uninteresting. I just wanted or to get fucked by that hot guy, or go home and find a dick to fill me up. I was thinking about leaving but decided to pee before I left for home. Again Tony saw me heading for the bathroom, and again he made a straight line to join me, where, once behind the closed door, again he dumped a load in my ass, To be honest, however, but all I could think about was the hot guy. Anyhow, after Tony blew his load and left, I emptied my bladder, made my farewell to my host, and made for the exit with the thought of going home to cruise for someone else to blow more cum into my ass. Just then, as I opened the door to leave, there he was: the hot guy, and he was smiling at me with intent. To be continued if enjoyed

So I dropped off a friend at the airport and decided to meet up for a random on the way back.... told a couple guys who i saw cock shots only to meet me at a rest area... when i got there i found lots of trees and a couple empty parked cars so i decided to get out and follow he trail... found me a jackpot... as i was walking up the trail found a couple hot studs who took a liking to me in my little booty shorts.... i walked up to them and their nakedness and dropped to me knees.... next thin i know its a swordfight in my mouth until they were nice n sloppy.... then one picked me up an pulled my shorts down... i nent over a nearby bench and let them fill me up.... and the best part a random third guy showed up and bred me too... Fucking awesome!!!

There's very few things better than eating a hot hole, or getting mine eaten! I agree with the guys above, take whatever steps necessary to enjoy it again!

so i was on the bus and a guy in w wheelchair gets on. We make eye contact a couple of times and get off at the same stop. As we head in the same direction i say hi we stat to chat. he says he has just come from boys town, i ask if he is gay he says yes ad i ask if he is tp or bottom. He says top and i offer to blow him in the park.. he says yes i blow him, he has a huge cock, swallow his load, ask if he is poz, he says no, and we go our separate ways.

I definitely like the brother angle. I hope there's more to come.

Ask a guy to come out to my lake house, he obliged. Though he was an hour away, I got ready to have my ass pounded. Took a shower and dildo'd myself until I felt ready. He was still a half hour away so I got dressed up in some stockings, a thong, and threw on a short dress. about 7:30pm he pulls up in a tan truck, Excited I walked around the side of my house and waved him over. He walked up to me and called me "cute",. hugged me and we went inside. I walked him into my living room, where I had laid out a blanket on one of the couches, we made out for a sec, and then I went for his cock. Opened up his pants and pulled his boxers down, I engulfed his member all the way, held it,. and bobbed on him for a minute or so,.. after that he picked me up and put me on the couch with my legs on his chest,. he pushed in spreading my legs revealing my boi cunt,. he pushed his cock straight in,. and I moaned with pain, he held it,. and I relaxed,. Fucking me hard, my cunt was becoming nice and loose,. smack smack smack,. until he asked with his cock deep inside me, "you want that load, baby",. I moaned a hard yes,. and he began to fuck me even harder,. shaking the couch and the walls,. pound pound pound,.and then I felt him explode inside me,. holding me down legs against my chest, filling my cunt with spunk... Afterwards he called me a woman,. or rather "now you're a 'woman'" ,. I gave him a kiss,. and he left, I got dressed for bed with his load deep inside me, and passed out hallucinating,.

I'm still hoping your Muse will return and this totally HOT homo-erotic tale continue for several more episodes!!

Get vaccinated. For both A and B. End of worry. Any county health clinic can do it….

Your English is better than most English-speakers, so don't worry. The sand is why I don't like fucking on a beach. But you really shouldn't have turned down the man with the smaller cock. Every cock should be served and worshipped.

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same thing happened to machomoe dot com. it's happening to a lot of sites. don't know why. tried contacting the site administrator and didn't get a reply.

I'm fairly sure that I said the following in another similar thread, but, If your cock gets in my ass bare, I had better get your cum inside me, not on my ass, not on my face, not on the bed. If you get your cock inside me, I want the cum where it belongs.

After 2 weeks of no shows and fall throughs i finally got bred last night! This was a guy who had blocked me on A4A because i wouldnt walk 30 mins to his house when it was sub zero. Saw him online, after failed hook ups on on bbrt, squirt and sd so signed up on a4a with another name, hit him up and organised to go to his place 1 hr latter. He really was 9"+ as advertised! We 69, took hi a little to get hard enough to fuck, but i worked hard and was soon gagging on his really fat cock. "OK get on all fours" was all i was waiting to hear. He slapped some lube on my ass, he was huge, and the first push went balls deep. i was in ecstasy, not had a cock that big in a long long time. He fucked me in that position for 10 minutes or so then flipped me over. He had my toes on the bed over my head and really started pounding my ass. He slowed after a few minutes then lifted one of my legs and started sucking my foot while giving me long slow strokes. "So you want my seed?" "Yes please, breed me." He really started pounding and grunting, he was hitting my sigmoid and it was agony. He blew his poz load ( did i mention he advertises as "POZ and BB only"?) as deep as i have ever taken a load. He made one last hard thrust and sighed. Without pulling out he grabbed my cock and jerked me off so hard i am still red and raw this morning. I blew on my chest and he pulled out and started slapping his softening cock on me. i think he probably planted his seed around 10:30pm central. Dont know if he is toxic or not, didnt ask, the only mention was when arranging the hook up he said "U know I am poz right?" The first sign of his seed was when i fingered my ass this morning and it was still stringy and smelt and tasted of cum. i can not believe how much i squeezed out this morning, must have been one of the biggest loads i have had in a long time.

Been chatting with this guy on Grindr for a few days. We kept planing to meet but then something would come up and we wouldn't be able to meet. Last night I got pretty drunk with a mate and we ended up fucking (with a condom). After he left, the Grindr guy sent me a text saying he was nearby. He came over and I thought he was really hot as soon as I saw him. We went upstairs and stripped down. He's a furry cub type which is totally my type. So we started fucking initially with a condom, but then I convinced him to take it off and we fucked like rabbits for a few hours. He fucked his load into me and I came all over his chest. This morning when we woke up he just climbed on top of me and stuck it in and started fucking me without even asking if I wanted it. He came again.

I met up with some friends tonight at a gay bar, not looking to hookup, I was just out for some drinks. At one point I saw a guy who was cruising me a bit - he sent me over a drink. I went over to say thanks. He was a very hot guy, a nice build, and at about 6'1", he was a little taller am I. We chatted a bit and after we realized we were a match he asked me if I would like to play. Naturally I accepted his invitation, and as he lived only a few minutes down the road, the game was on. We had not talked about playing BB or safe. As most all the guys I have ever played with from that particular club played safe, I expected the same. I am an ex-boyscout so I had cleaned-up well - just in case I did hookup. Always be prepared! We arrived at his place and went right to business. He had mentioned at the bar that he was packing seven uncut inches, but hadn't mentioned he was about six inches 'round: his fuckin' dick looked like a beer can. It was a welcome surprise but made sucking him pretty stressful on my jaw. We made out a bit, got naked, and he had me service his cock for several minutes. I was thinking we were not going to fuck, that I would just suck him off, and that such was why he had me work his cock for a long time. Then he stopped me saying "Relax, I don't want to cum yet" adding "I wanna fuck you." I was more than happy to hear that. He told me to bend over he wanted to eat my ass a bit. He was a great ass muncher - he really worked my hole. At one point he remarked that he became good at eating ass and getting it ready for fucking, because so many guys had a hard time accommodating his cock because of its girth. I understood what he was talking about. He teased my ass with his cock. I could feel the head of his dick rubbing my hole. All I could think was 'Please, fuck me RAW!' I moaned, signaling how good it felt and he noticed it. He stuck the head of his dick in just a little and then pulled it back out, doing this a few times. Then stopped, and grabbed poppers, lube and a condom from his night stand. Although I thought the use of a condom sucked nut, at least I would get fucked, which was better than not getting fucked. Little did I know what was to transpire. He took a long hit of the poppers and then handed them to me. I heard him playing with the condom wrapper, and as he donned the condom he said "Let's see how this works." He lubed my hole and his cock and started to push in. I don't know why but getting fucked by a guy wearing a condom has always been a problem for me. Maybe it's the increased friction of the latex against the flesh of my tight ass. He put on more lube but still his beer can dick could not really get in. He lubed up his finger and started to work the lube into my hole. After a few tries his dick started to slide in, but the pain was too much. I told him to stop I could not take it. He responded saying "I'll take my time, but one way or another I'm gonna fuck you" adding "There's no way I'm gonna let your tight ass get away without opening it up." I agreed saying "I"ll do what ever I can to take it" and with that I took another huge hit from the poppers and he started to slide in again. He got about half way in and we heard it: the snap of the condom as it broke. He quickly pulled out and muttered "FUCK!" His dick have been slowly sliding in, but the friction on the condom was to much. Inwardly I was hoping he would simply abandon the condom and fuck me raw, reasoning he would certainly be able to slide more readily, and I would certainly love it. He grabbed another condom, put it on, saying "If this one breaks I'm gonna have to fuck you raw!" My ass started to twitch. I was hoped the damn condom would break and that he would follow through on his threat. I took another hit on the poppers and again he started to push in. The pain was unreal. I moaned loudly, doing all the tricks bottoms usually do to take big cock, but I also wanted to stress the condom. It didn't matter. After about five deep thrusts there was another snap - the second condom also broke. His cock lodged in my ass, the broken condom still up there as well, he said, "Fuck man. That was the last condom. You neg or poz?" I said I didn't know. He responded "What do you mean you don't know. Do you let poz guys fuck you raw?" I was unsure how to respond, thinking that if I told him the truth, that I had let poz guys fuck me raw, he might be turned-off and terminate our session. I decided to evade his question and answered "I haven't been tested in several months and I had played bareback with several guys since my last test." Recognizing my evasion, he responded "You didn't answer my question. Do you take loads from poz guys? Do you let them fuck you raw?" He had painted me into a corner. If I responded "Yes" I might not get fucked. If I responded "No" I still might not get fucked. I chose a middle ground saying "I don't know for sure if any of the guys who fucked me raw were poz. I didn't ask." "So, as long as you get fucked, you don't care if the guy is neg or poz?" I replied saying only "I don't ask." During this whole exchange he keep slowly fucking me with his exposed raw cock in my hole. He looked at me and said, "To be honest, the condom was for you not for me. I'm poz." I was laying on my back his beer can size cock deep in my hole. He continued saying "I don't give a fuck. I'm gonna breed you now. I'm poz, but I'm on meds, so the risk is low - but it's there." He held me tightly and keep pumping me as he said this. "To be honest, I was gonna stealth you anyway. All my condoms break, although usually they last a bit longer. I go to that bar anytime I feel like spreading my seed. I always find a bitch like you willing to come here and get fucked. I don't know exactly what's going on, but your super-tight ass fucked up my game." The pace of his fucking increased. He was getting close. "So now I'm just gonna tell you, I'm gonna breed you." As he finished his statement he started to cum. As soon as he was done, he pointed me to the bathroom to clean up and when I was ready he sent me on my way, his phone number in my pocket and a huge load in my gut.

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.

I was back at school and dated some and fucked some, but I was focused on graduating and getting a job. I didn't meet the right guy, but I did have a lot of safe sex. I also graduated and got the job I wanted. About six months into working, I got sick and needed to stay home. I had nothing to do but sleep and jerk off. I chatted a lot with guys online and this one college kid, Adam, was so great. He was tall, thin, toned and a total top. He was attractive, but not gorgeous and had a great 7"cock. He offered to come over and cook me dinner. After two days of being cooped up in the house, I agreed to let Adam come over. He did. He made me chicken and potatoes - the first real food I had in days and we hung out. We sat on my couch and cuddled some and watched tv. I'm not sure what we watched because he kissed me soon into it. I held back because I was sick, he said, "Don't worry about it, you seem like your getting better already and if I get it then I'll be ok in a few days." So, I'm on my back and he's pulling off my shirt and pajama pants (still in my small briefs). He made out like this on the couch, my legs bend at the knees and his body between them kissing me. He still had his jeans on but I could feel that cock. I had a coughing fit at one point and he asked if I wanted a massage. Adam was taking a massage class and said he was good. We went to my bedroom and I laid down on the bed. He slipped off his jeans. He was wearing boxers. Adam asked if I had lotion and I did (not professional), but he said it was fine. He started rubbing the lotion in and it felt great. He actually focused on relaxing me and the massage. His cock was semi hard, but not raging. After about 30 minutes, we started making out again and he played with my ass and I played with his cock. Adam said roll back over and I did. I took my briefs off at this point. He massaged my ass cheeks and hole for a few minutes and then slipped off his boxers. He rubbed more lotion on my ass and let his cock ride in my crack as he kissed me and we made out from behind. He asked if I wanted him to fuck me. I said sure and pointed to the table where the lotion and condoms were. The condoms were right there. He grabbed some lotion and kept working it in my ass on and it. It felt really good. He started to poke his cock at my hole and I thought he was only playing seeing as he had to see the condoms. He kissed me hard and the tip of his cock poked inside. I wasn't prepared entirely and I yelped. He calmed me down and eased his cock in me some more. Once his cock was mostly in my ass, he kissed me again and I said, "Are you in me bareback?" He said, "Yes. Does it feel good?" I said yes and he started fucking me. The whole time we fucked, I was not really clearly thinking because I was on dayquil and other stuff. I was thinking about how good it felt and his motions were fucking my cock into the bed and I was getting ready to cum. He kept fucking me and I said I was going to cum and Adam said he was ready too. SO, I came onto my sheets. Then a few more strokes and Adam came in my ass. He never asked, but just did it. After we showered, I said, "Was that safe? Are you negative" etc? I was worried because I had just let a hookup fuck me raw and cum in me. I had promised myself that I wouldn't do that again and I just had. But he was sweet and we said good night and he left. He and I spoke a few times that week and I decided to go over to his place on the other side of town the next Wednesday to see him, have dinner, stay over, etc. During the week I had asked him a few times about condom use and he promised to have some for when we fucked. I was freaked out a bit. I got there and Adam's place was a total college kid apartment with two roommates, dirty, stuff everywhere, etc. I was like, oh my, it's college days again. No matter, I was 25 and he was 21. The roommates weren't there when I got there. We went out and grabbed groceries and wine. Came back to his place and decided to fuck first and then cook. So we went into his room and got naked, more foreplay this time of oral and rimming. He then picked up a condom and said, "Do you want me to use this?" I said, "No, you've already cum in me once. It feels better without it anyway." So he fucked me bareback and came inside me. We showered. He fucked me in the shower and came in me again. Then we cooked dinner and hung out. His roommates came home and we all hung out for a while. That night he bred me two more times and made me ask for his load the last time. I slept over and then drove home. My neighbors, a cute couple, saw me arrive in the morning in the same clothes I wore the night before. They smiled and said, hope he was fun. We laughed. I liked Adam, but we just fizzled out after that. I had let him bareback me and taken 5 loads off him. It was really hot when I told him I would go bareback while he was holding the condom. It turned me on thinking about it. I guess getting barebacked wasn't terrible. I just couldn't do it with everybody and no one could know I got fucked bareback because they would judge me. I started thinking, I hope these guys don't tell everyone that they fucked me raw. It made me nervous. But, if I could just not get barebacked that often, it would be ok.

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.

When he unloads his hot sticky sperm into my thirsty cunt.

have updated your story; and will repost it and say its the FULL & COMPLETE version: "I want to give you my AIDS, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT, he'd appeared just a couple of weeks ago, geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, he was hot, but obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. This looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, not just to get pozzed, to get AIDS fucked deep into my guts. Still neg after taking several loads I knew were high VL and a bunch of anon loads, this was my chance to get the infection I craved. There was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high VL AIDS top, would taking an AIDS load mean certain infection? I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. 5 minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio, I made it in 3 minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock, it was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed, the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole, I getting AIDS virus on me! "You want my AIDS, disease, you want that?" "Yes, yes, give it to me, spread your AIDS!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected 3 men that I know off, you'll be number 4, you want that, you want my AIDS?" "Yes, yes, please, give it to me, infect me now, please infect me, give your AIDS babies!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, one more faggot lusting to die from AIDS, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and whined into my ear. "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one AIDS infected fucker, spreading it!" A warm flood filled my guts as he spewed his filth . I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, sobbing and whining, pumping his vile AIDS cum into me. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I started crying, I had just gotten AIDS fucked, hopefully bred and super infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burn, was I bleeding? If I was, the super virus had a straight shot at my bloodstream. Had he just infected me with HIV, would I get his AIDS? My demons hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks, was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding, no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over him and swallowed his still hard cock, more cum, ass juice, no taste of blood. He was ready very quickly, he flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and bit my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. I moaned and pushed my ass at him as he mounted me again. This time he slid in with no trace of burn, my neg ass well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in again, stroking deep, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for demon infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your AIDS, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me fulla death cum, give me your demons and AIDS!" He slammed in hard, humped me deep and moaned. "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna breed you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you and kill you! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my AIDS juice, yeah, you gonna die from this fuck!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep, I could feel his cock pulse and hot demon semen squirt out into my guts, more toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. demon seed. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my AIDS, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my AIDS! One guy already died from my AIDS, you're next!" I lay back breathing hard, asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts, I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with his demon seed.. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of his dirty cum and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts, so far, I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with AIDS before I left? My cock would not go down. He moaned and pushed me off his cock, I lay back and smiled, feeling cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to die from that fuck." "I do, I wanted death cum in my butt, I want AIDS in me, as much as I can get. I want to die from your AIDS babies." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while, my doctor is poz himself and knows my evil desires and told me if I cum in somebody, I'll should try to infect them. My doc supports me and is totally ok with that." I realized I was, I no longer had any doubt that the devil needed me to get AIDS. "Yes, I am. I want you to transfer the devil's bug into my body, I want you to infect me with HIV, I want to die from your AIDS." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me for evil. " "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again, but follow the rules" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me, until you test poz for AIDS?" Then no meds! You can go to my private doctor and he'll help us in our quest. "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your AIDS, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night, I finally waddled home about 4, asshole raw, bleeding and leaking scum. In the next 2 weeks he screwed me brutally at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz, another dicksucker successfully infected with AIDS. Right after I got the news, my AIDS daddy texted me, another guy he infected 2 years ago had successfully died from AIDS. And I shot my load and told him that I intend to die also in 3 years, after spreading it. Reply Report Edit

I turned my attention to my playkit, extracting everything I would need to complete Tanner's conversion from negboy to cumdump: pipe, Tina, points. I also took the opportunity of turning the thermostat way up - no point leaving anything to chance. I was only out of the living room for a few minutes but, on my return, Tanner had definitely 'changed'. He seemed totally calm, greeting me like I was long-lost friend and happy to see I'd grabbed more of the alco-pop which he was contently sipping on now that the taste of G had gone. I stood, shirtless, before Jake, pouring him another glass of drink and flexing my back at Tanner, bending over slightly so he got a good view of my thick, muscled daddy-butt. Jake smiled at me, licking his lips. Jake looked about ready to suck me off himself, forgetting our main goal entirely. "Not yet boy" I murmured authoritatively. I stepped back over to Tanner, filling his glass with more pink liquid and mussing his hair. This time he didn't even seem to mind the gesture and I gently pushed my luck, running my hand down the small of his neck and shoulder. His eyes fluttered shut and Jake winked at me. "Hey dude" Jake said, "you don't mind if I toke a bit of weed right?" he said, pipe and cannabis in hand? "No way man" Tanner smiled back, a little dazed, "It's totally cool dude - you got enough for all of us?" He asked, hopefully, licking his stoner-surfer lips. He suddenly turned to me: "Ah, sorry man...you don't mind do you? I mean, it's cool if you do, I just..." "Of course not boys...I was thinking the same myself" I said, removing my pipe and packing it with Tina. Tanner watched, entranced as Jake took a good, long toke of weed and blew the thick, acrid smoke into the room. As the smoke descended around Tanner and I, I met his eyes - full of innocence and naivety with more than a hint of growing darkness. "Join in bro" Jake said, as I offered Tanner my pipe "What is it?" He asked, licking his lips, and taking the pipe in his hands. "Real fucking good is what it is" Jake laughed, another stream of smoke emanating from his mouth. Tanner seemed reassured that Jake was smoking too and lifted the pipe to his lips...we watched in anticipation of his transformation. A seasoned stoner for sure, Tanner got the pipe going with hardly any effort or instruction: "Careful" I said as smoke escaped the pipe, wrap your boy-mouth about it like your sucking it and breathe" I said "good, that's it...in and out, in and out". Jake couldn't help but laugh under his breath as the final hurdle to Tanner's corruption vanished in the heat of that pipe. He nearly coughed but, managed to catch himself as I rubbed his back: he kept the smoke in him for a good while before exhaling a thick, white cloud of smoke through his mouth and nostrils like a proper whore. "whoah" he said "Again" I said, pushing the pipe back to his lips and lighting it for him. He sucked again, taking that life-changing smoke deep into his tight body, forcing out all remnants of fear or nervousness. "That's good" he said, exhaling again. "Again!" I ordered, once more forcing him to take another hit before letting him sink back into the couch in a cloud of thick smoke. I re-packed the pipe as Jake peeled off his top; all the while watched by Tanner. A bead of sweat rolled down Jake's neck and over the taught flesh of his tan pecs. I took a hit of the pipe and, as Tanner watched his friend stretch, covered his mouth with mine and blew the contents of my lungs into him.. "shotgun" he whimpered as I withdrew, whisps of smoke curling out the side of his lips. "Shotgun" I responded, taking one more hit and, this time full-on kissing Tanner. We rolled the smoke back and forth for a bit as my tongue conquered him, forced him to accept his role for the night, hot little bottom-bitch desperate for cock and cum - breaking whatever remained of his negboy will. The thermostat was doing it's job, the room was a warm, heady mix of cannabis, Tina and sexual heat. I'd laid Tanner out on the couch as I continued to kiss him - across from us, Jake stroked his growing meat through the khaki of his shorts as beads of sweat rolled down his body. Tanner was as good as mine and I needed to reinforce his role for the night - test his new-found, chemical confidence. I pulled him to my chest and peeled off his top revealing that perfect jock-body, ripples of muscle, tight, sun-kissed skin and perfect nipples. A light trail of fur leading to his warm crotch. I unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor, leaving only the white briefs he wore constraining his growing dick. Jake had read my mind and was already naked, stroking his long shaft on the seat opposite, totally relaxed and in pig-heaven. "Wanna suck some cock baby boy?" I whispered to Tanner, kissing him swiftly, forcing my tool against his abs. He moaned, breathing into our kiss "Good boy" I said. With that, I thrust him towards Jake. His jeans caused him to fall, head first in front of Jake's beautiful, 10 inch cock. He looked excitedly at his friend, at his round cock-head with a droplet of pre-cum on the tip and wasted no-time going down on him, taking his friend's cock into his boy-mouth. I finished undressing the boy as he sucked Jake, pulling off those helpful jeans and freeing the boy's nice, veiny cock from his pants, throwing them to a corner of the room - he wouldn't be needing those for a long, long time. Tanner was now, completely undressed, and Jake and I got different views of that perfect mass of atheltic muscle underneath that tan skin, pulsing with each slurp of Jake's dick, smothered in a thin layer of boy-sweat, Tanner tried to take more than few inches of Jake into his mouth but, couldn't. Taking a sip of his drink, Jake grabbed Tanner's head and pushed a good four inches of his cock down his friend's throat, pinning him to his crotch with a strong grip. "Nice" I thought: the clean-cut Jake I once knew was totally gone, replaced by a burgeoning dom-top with a lethal prize brewing in his balls. Tanner's body bucked against Jake's assault, forcing his ass into the air as he struggled to breathe - as he bucked, he pushed his hole out to me and, I couldn't resist - I dove straight in, licking his perfect boy-cunt Tanner's perfect hole, preparing another dose of T for the boys aching hole. Tanner moaned as Jake pushed more cock into his throat. His hole pulsed again and I removed my tongue, immediately ramming my T'd up finger into that boy-cunt roughly pushing past his outer ring and into that velvet chute of his. He tried to pull off my finger but Jake's grip was tightvand Tanner stayed put as I massaged the cystal into his blood stream. As the crystal melted in the warmth of his hole, I felt him relax and the familiar wave of electric heat vibrate through him as I continued to explore his bowels. "Good boy" I said, pushing down on the small of his back to give my finger more leverage. "Good fucking boy" "Just sit on my finger...that's it, good boy, really suck it in"

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" he chided as I got up, pulled on some sweats and strode to the door. Tanner furiously stuffed his throbbing cock back into his pants, pulled his shirt back down and sat back on the couch, trying to look like nothing was happening - pretending to watch T.V "Don't worry man" I said, throwing my head back to shoot him a big grin, "You're already fucking mine" I whispered so he didn't hear. Jake was outside; a large overnight bag thrown over his shoulder and a huge grin on his face. "Come in bro" I said, motioning to the big room behind us with my cock as it tented in the jockey fabric of my sweats. "Nice" Jake said, meeting me in a deep, passionate kiss out of Tanner's line of sight. Jake was such a hottie - I felt up his tight, swimmers torso under the fabric of his polo. "We gonna get this party started?" I asked as we broke our kiss. Jake nodded at the heavy bag over his shoulder and flashed me an evil grin. "Good boy...let's go get this jock tweaked" I whispered in his ear, shutting the door behind him. I felt Jake exhale - raditating a deep desire to initiate his hot little friend into the party-fold. Jake walked straight into the kitchen with his stuff, calling out to Tanner as I returned to the jock's side, still shirtless and tenting: "Hey man" Jake called, "Got the booze - bringin the noise man, what you boys been upto?" Dace was still visibly flushed with sex and still trying to conceal his erection.. I shot him a wink as I joined him on the couch - trying to tease him into a kiss but, getting nothing. Tanner tried to wriggle some distance between us as he answered: "Chillin' man. We've just been, chillin" Jake smiled to himself in the kitchen as he loaded a cap of my potent G into one of the sweet, sugary drinks he'd bought at the market: one capful is usually all it takes to get a jock-boy good and hungry for some raw dick, pushing those boundaries far enough to make them receptive to even darker suggestion. However, no matter how hard you try, there's always a gross after-taste to the stuff I get. It's good but, boy does it taste like crap. Luckily, sugar goes a long way to making it better - not to mention the fact that those cheap, alco-pop flavoured drinks are gross to begin with. Jake popped a bottle of amyl into his pocket and sauntered into the living room as I got up to replace him in the kitchen - I wanted to collect a few 'props' of my own from my play-bag but, also see if Jake could take the next step in his education and chem up his perfect friend alone. Tanner was still in a state of agitation, nearly being outed as a bottom-boy fag had really got to him - he grabbed the drink Jake offered him, downing the tumbler full of chem-pop in one, long hit. He slammed the glass on the little table next to him and scrunched up his face like he'd taken a hit of strong whisky: "dude, what the fuck was that?" He blurted as the taste hit him. Jake looked down at the pinkish liquid in his glass, trying to conceal a giant smirk: "Raspberry-Nado" he said, remembering the label. Tanner squirmed, shaking his tongue in the air. "I know, I know" Jake said sipping on the 'same' drink - "It's fucking gross dude but, it gets you totally fucking blitzed...Honestly, I've already had one on the way over - it gets better the second time, promise" Jake said, handing Tanner his own drink and shouting to me in the kitchen to 'bring more booze'. I smiled to myself - Jake really was a hot little find, a real dom-top, chemslut in training. He was a natural and I couldn't help but be so proud for having brought that out of him so young and perfect. He'd corrupt so many fucking boys - he had all the hallmarks of becoming a man no boy could resist.

Part Five; That night as I laid awake in my bed looking at the piece of paper with the number on it and the thought of ME being the guest of honor; what the hell did he mean and what the hell am I getting myself into now? The next morning when I woke up I spent the day with my family as they asked why I had been spending so much time at the park; of course the normal excuse of nothing to do but hike in the woods till they got home. At approximately I finally made the call to the number; still not knowing if they would make good on their promise of showing up at my house and telling my parents what I had been doing or them finding photos of me being a the park faggot bitch. After 3 rings a voice answered and asked who it was; I said I was told to call for a party tonight. The voice on the other end yelled out to someone that it is your white faggot bitch on the phone, a minute later another man got on the phone and asked if I was ready for another good time? I asked what the good time meant; the male stated just be in front of your house to be picked up in an hour, short and t-shirt, no underwear, but before I could ask why in front of my house, he hung up! I ran upstairs to get showered and dressed and outside before they got there. I was standing in front of the house hoping that my parents didn’t come out. An hour to the second almost a black panel van pulled up driven by a black man; the side doors open and two more black guys were in the back and told me to get the fuck in! I jumped in the back where they told me to strip, I asked why, and that the doors were still open; NOW BITCH, STRIP!! I never got naked so fast from them yelling afraid that my parents where sure to have heard them. They then threw my clothes on the street, closed the door and sped off honking the horn; I guess the let all the white folks know that they had one of their white boys, and he was naked!!! As we drove down the street, they fitted my with a leather collar with a lock and two hooks for a leash, then both my wrist and ankles had the same type of leather restraints put on and locked in place. The black guys were drinking and smoking pot and as I asked for something; they gave me a bottle of water. Water; WTF was this, I was surely going to need something more that fucking water. One of the black guys slapped my upside my head and told me to drink it. I was almost done when we pulled up somewhere and stopped, my head started to feel really funny and I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was trying to catch my bearings of where the hell I was at, I could hear voices all around laughing. My body hurt like hell and felt like someone had beat the hell out of me. The black guy from the park was standing next to me and stated that I was coming too, I was offered a drink of water and as I reached for it, I found that I was bent over a wooden padded type bench, unable to move my legs that were now stretched open and tied from my ankle restraints along with my neck and my hands that had some room to move. What did you do to me? We had you tagged for us! What; what do you mean tagged? My now dominate black male told one of the guys to bring him the mirror. He held up a mirror so I could see the small of my back above my ass. He stated that they took me to a tattoo parlor and had me tagged! On looking in the mirror I saw a black spade with an arrow pointing down to my ass; with the words “black cocks go here”. Oh my god why? That black male stated, you are bitch now; you serve us only, you gona be are whore!! Then the black man moved the mirror to both my arms; both had tattoos, one side had white fag for black cock, the other had a heart with I above the heart and cock below. You will now address me as Master or sir; do you understand? How am I going home after this I asked; YOU DON”T BITCH, YOU STAY HERE NOW, YOU WORK FOR US, ME!!! And he then hit me so hard upside my head, I saw stars. Now call me MASTER bitch!! I bowed my head and replied “yes master”. LOUDER BITCH; YES MASTER. You ever forget it again I will kill you; understand? Yes Master!! Good; now I have another surprise for you before we get started. “Fix the bitch up first” the guys grabbed my arm and out came the strap and the syringe with the drugs, after they hit me with them, I was again in heaven and just wanted cock in me. The guys all undressed and started to shove their cocks in me at both ends, making me tell them what I wanted. I was so High, I had no idea how loud I was begging to be fucked, that I was a cum dump for black men, that I just wanted to feel their seed flooding my mouth and ass. My master then asked me to tell them how I became a whore for black cock, how I fell in love with cock and cum; as they took turns using my holes. My Master then grabbed my hair after my rendition of my sexual encounters in the park and had me look at the tv screen, I almost got sick right there; on the screen were both my parents, my 17 yr old sister and my 13 yr old brother watching and listening to me. I could see 4-5 black guy in the background making them watch and listen to me being used and my tales of male sex. My parents had the look of shock; but looking at my brother and sister, they seemed more intrigued that shocked, could they be enjoying this? My master must have sensed the same thing. “Tie the parents up, take the other two to their rooms and see if what we see is true; if so, bring them here after you give them both some fixes!! After the screen went dark, I was taken off the bench and taken out to the van and strapped down on the bed with my ass hanging off the end and my mouth at a perfect height for sucking cocks. They then drove me to a part of town that they just open the doors for my use for the customers on the street. What is going on with my Brother and sister back home I wonder?

I spent a few days visiting family in Missouri for Thanksgiving. While there, I re-connected with a cute mid-20s twink-ish kid who has been trying to meet up for a long time, but our schedules never seem to work. This time, on my way out of town, we made it work so that I could stop by his house for some fun. He was just as advertised: Total twink (usually not my type, but he's incredibly cute), tanned, lean body, ear piercings, streaked hair. All the times we'd talked, I got the impression that he was a bottom, but he sounded open to bb, which was fine to me. Once we started making out and stripping clothes, we ended up in his bedroom -- both of us hard as a baseball bat -- with me on my back, and in no time he was lubing up and fucking me. We never discussed positions, but his dominance over me -- and I'm a pretty masculine guy -- was incredibly hot. He fucked me on my back, then on my side, then on my back again before shooting his load in me. We laid in bed for a few minutes making small talk before I left and hit the road. I got back home that night still feeling frisky, so I found a top online -- another guy I've talked to for a while but never met with. Late 30s, Hispanic, shorter and muscular, dark complexion. This time the schedule worked out, so he came over, and after I sucked his dick for 3 or 4 minutes, had me on my stomach pounding me while I inhaled poppers. His load -- No. 2 for the day for me -- came in about 5 minutes.

Dad and Rob The next two night were more of the same, after practice and dinner, Rob and I would head back to our room, do any needed homework, then I would fill his ass all night with my poz loads. He never once asked to fuck me, it was always my cock in his hole. In addition to the first fuck of the night being rough and without any type of lube, after I had dumped that first load in, Rob would have me brush his hole roughly with a stiff bristle toothbrush he had found on Wednesday. I always made sure that it came out tinged with pink cum before my hard cock went back into his hole and stayed there for the rest of the night, dropping load after load. In the morning, after I pulled out, the brush went back in and roughed him up again. Friday, we didn’t have practice, so as soon as we were done with classes, we met in the room for one last session between the two of us. Since this was going to be our last time alone for a few days, we made it into a lovemaking session. Rob and I slowly stripped each other till we were both naked, our cocks pointing towards the celing. I kissed Rob deeply as we rubbed each other’s back and our cocks rubbed against each other as our fronts joined. I dropped down to my knees and began to suck on Rob’s thick cock. I soon tasted his precum on my tongue, and knew he was primed. I stood back up and we kissed again as we headed towards the bed. We collapsed onto the bed, and I got Rob onto his back. I straddled his torso and kept kissing him as I rubbed his cock against my crack. Each time his cock would catch on my hole, I’d try to get a bit more of it inside me, using his precum to lube up my hole. He moaned around the kiss each time his cock dipped into my hole. I knew he was ready to fuck me, and load up my hole before I loaded up his. The next time his cock caught on my cunt, I pushed and it slid into me quite easily. Rob moaned as his cock sank into me to his balls. I began to ride him, wanting to get his load into me. I kept the strokes slow, wanting this to last. “You are such a fucking tease” Rob moaned between our kisses. “I want your last neg load that you give me to be one that you remember.” “Well, why don’t you let me control this fuck so that you can get another poz load in my cunt before we meet-up with your daddies?” With that, Rob flipped me onto my back and picked up the pace on his fuck. Far too soon in my opinion, he planted his cock to the base in my ass and I felt each pulse as he shot his presumably neg cum deep into my ass. After all, we really had no idea if my poz cum had done its job and knocked him up yet; but until he got sick, we both assumed he was still neg. Once his balls had drained his load into my ass, he slid out of my cunt and laid down next to me. I rolled onto his back and as my cock probed between his cheeks, I kissed his neck and shoulders. When my cock finally caught on his hole, I began to slide into him. Rob let out a moan of pleasure as my balls hit his ass. I slowly began to slide in and out of his ass, making sure he felt every inch I was giving him. “Stop being so damn gentle, and fuck me into this mattress already!” I picked up the pace, and began to really pound my cock into his ass. “This what you want?” I asked him. “Yea, pound my cunt and give me your deathseed! Knock me up with your bug!” I loved that our sex always had this dirty talk in it since I had converted. I couldn’t wait till Rob was poz too and I could beg him to put his deathseed into me and the other guys from the team. I felt my balls begin to tighten up as my cum readied to shoot into Rob. “Here it comes baby, shooting my poz seed into you, getting you pregnant with my bug!” “Yea, Give me that toxic batter! Fill me with your bugs!” With one final thrust, I sank into Rob to my balls. My cock shot several times deep into him, filling him again with my poz cum. I kissed the back of his neck as my cock shot into him, and we laid there for a few minutes more till my cock softened and fell out of his ass. Rob reached under the pillow and pulled out the brush and handed it to me. “Rough me up before we get dressed and head over for our weekend.” I took the brush and inserted it. I roughed up his insides for several minutes with the rough brush. When I pulled it out, some of my cum was on it, and the bristles were a nice pink color. Rob took the brush and sucked the cum and blood off it till it was nice and white again. We both shared one more kiss before we grabbed shorts and tees to wear and slipped on our flip flops. No need to bring any other clothes, as most of the weekend would be spent naked in my Dad’s bed. It was a quick trip on the bus to their house, and Rob and I sat on opposite sides of the bus and kept flashing each other our cocks from the leg of our baggy shorts. A short walk from the bus stop, and we were at Dad’s door. Dad answered the door in just a tight pair of shorts, and Rob shot me a grin after he appraised my dad. “Nice, I think I will like getting fucked by him!” Rob whispered to me as we entered the house. David was sitting on the couch, naked, and slowly stroking his cock. “Come on in boys and get comfortable.” David said to us. Once the door was closed, Dad shucked off his shorts and joined David on the couch. Even though I had just cum a little less than a half hour ago, my cock sprang to attention from seeing my poz daddies on the couch, each stroking his hard cock. I also noticed the tent in Rob's shorts. We quickly stripped off our clothes, and once we were naked, David and Dad motioned us over to them. I let Rob lead the way so that he could choose which cock he wanted to suck on first. He dropped to his knees between my Dad’s legs and began to suck on his gorgeous uncut cock. I knelt between David’s legs and began to soak his cock with my spit. I looked over at Rob as David worked his cock deep into my throat; he was really enjoying deep throating Dad’s cock. I reached a hand over to Rob’s ass and pushed a couple of fingers into his hole, making sure that he would open up easily when the moment came for him to ride these two beautiful cocks that we were working with our mouths. Rob moaned in pleasure around Dad’s cock as my fingers entered him and my nails began to dig into his lining, adding to the abrasions from the brushing I had given him before we left the dorm. Dave noticed what I was doing, and placed a hand under my chin to bring my attention back to him. Silently, he scraped one of his fingernails against his thumb, asking me if I was digging in Rob’s ass. I nodded my head while still sucking on his cock. He gave me a thumbs up, and then pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Well, Rob, You seem to have good cock sucking skills, let’s see how that ass feels around my cock.” David stood up and I removed my fingers from Rob’s ass as David got behind him. He lined up his cock, and began to slowly slide it into Rob. “Damn Boy, you got a fine ass here! And it feels like it is prelubed too!” “That’s my cum you feel in there,” I said, “loaded him up before we came over here. And he loaded me up too.” “Nice, how many load have you put in him?” “I’ve been loading him up every night since I got back to the dorm after my fuck flu, so about 30 or so loads. And we’ve been using a brush on him too to help it take.” “Sweet!” Dad said, “Gonna make you into a gifter just like me and Dave, aren’t we?” “Yep,” I said, “and Rob and I are going to help spread it around campus, starting with the guys on the wrestling team.” “Yes, sir,” Rob broke off his sucking to say, “Once I'm infected, Tom and I are going to make sure we can spread your gift to every guy we can get our cocks into.” “Good boys,” Dad said, “but first we need to make sure that this bug takes root in you Rob. And to that end, the three of us are going to be filling you with our cum till you are knocked up with our virus.” “Well, sir, why don’t we stop talking about it and start getting that cum into me!” The whole time, our conversation had been to the beat of David’s thighs slapping against Rob’s ass. And from watching David, I knew he was getting close to dropping his first load into Rob. I am sure the poz talk had helped him get close quickly. “Here cums your first load from your new daddies," Dave exclaimed as he slammed his cock into Rob and began to shoot his poison load into Rob’s willing ass. As soon as he had shot his load into Rob, Dad and David switched up and Rob cleaned off David’s cock as I watched my Dad sink his beautiful nine inches into Rob, I kissed my Dad then whispered my thanks in his ear. Dad pounded Rob’s ass, getting his cock deep in there, probably battering past his second sphincter, to really get his toxic jizz deep into Rob. “Here’s load number two," Dad remarked as he shoved his entire cock deep into Rob and unloaded into him. With two loads in him, three if you counted mine from earlier, Rob’s hole looked used. But now it was my turn again on his ass. I shoved my cock into him and pounded him roughly as he held onto Dad’s legs and cleaned off his cock. Soon I added another load of my toxic batter to the mix that was brewing in Rob’s cunt. Dad grabbed the plug that each of us had used to hold in the toxic loads and slid it into Rob. “Okay, boys,” Dad said, “now that Rob has taken a load from each of us, let's go get some dinner and let them stew in there a bit.” The four of us got dressed, headed out to the diner where I had met Dad and Dave that first day. Rob would squirm every few feet as he adjusted to having the plug in his ass. Once we sat down, he was fine; the pressure from the chair adding to the pleasure of the plug in his ass. We had a pleasant dinner and the three men in my life learned more about each other, with me adding in bits and pieces too. Finally, after desert, we headed back to the apartment, and Rob’s date with a weekend of being a cum dump.

Part two: So I get up and get dressed and take my sore ass home only to lay in bed and start putting my fingers in my ass while I jacked myself off; I even scooped up my cum and ate it and falling right to sleep. Oh the dreams I must have had that night I woke up with a raging hard on and thought about jacking off, but remembered I had to be at this rest area by noon and it was 9:30, so I get up do my chores and the scene from the day before kept coming back in my mind that just a day ago I was straight and liked girls, and in less than 24 hours I had sucked another guys cock, and a black one at that; swallowed his cum and got fucked by another guy without a condom, was I gay now? I didn’t feel gay; but my cock kept getting hard at the thought of me getting fucked like a girl and sucking off another man!! At 11:30 I bail and head to the park; scared that if I am not there on time this guy would show up at my parents’ house! So I am walking down the road to where I was told to go and found an old brick building off the road, there were several cars parked around, some guys were reading the paper, some were walking along the road by their cars, and some were empty. So I walk into the men’s room and sure enough the white guy is standing there next to the sink; Drop your shorts so I can see if you got underwear on, I start to look around and he yelled, NOW BITCH! I thought I was going to faint not knowing if anyone else was there, but I did what he said and showed him I didn’t have any underwear on. Take off your shorts and give them to me now bitch, then get in the cubicle. So I do it so he wouldn’t yell at me again, since I was no match for him since I was only 140 pounds at 5’11, I was called skinny Minnie in school, and hated confrontation. So I get in the stall and sit down,with only my sneaker on and the white guy comes in the stall with me and asks my name; so I tell him it was Chris, Dan is mine he stated, then he pulled down he pants and told me to get to work, I asked him if it was safe, at this point he grabs me by the throat and pushes me back against the wall and said you are a mans bitch now, you don’t ask, you just do; Understand you fucking bitch? All I could do was nod, as he let me go, he again told me to get to work, I grabbed his cock and started to suck on it. As I was sucking he gave me a bottle and told me that they call them poppers, like the one you had yesterday. So I inhale some and got a rush and started to work a little harder on sucking him, he said that is a good piggy bitch. The guy then pulls out this pipe and puts the lighter under it and starts to hit it a couple of times. He then told me it was my turn, well I don’t smoke, but is was to scared to tell him that; so he put the pipe to my lips and I inhale and started coughing really hard but within minutes I as so fucking high, I didn’t care who came in. I started sucking him for all it was worth but he pulled his cock from my mouth, opened the stall door and told me to go lean over the sink!! I walk over to the sink not caring who sees me and he tells me to spread em, sounded like a cop getting ready to search me. I look back and he is getting finger full of lube and dipping it into the same bag as yesterday and starts to push it up my horny as hell ass, I even found myself pushing back enjoying the feeling. I kept feeling higher and higher with every second, I was almost pleading with the guy to fuck me. He starts to laugh and told me I would be a pure cumdump in no time! He then lined his cock up and pushed in and I just laid my head on the sink submitting to another man who was now making me his bitch to breed and use, and I was loving it. Dan as now going to town tell me how tight of an ass I had and I would be well known in the park before the end of summer. I soon found out what he ment. Dan started to really slam his cock in my ass and I was now telling him how much I loved the feel of his cock and fuck me and use me anyway he wanted; again he laughed and said he planned on it. I hit the poppers again and was in overdrive pushing back, Dan asked me if I wanted his load pumping in me, OH GOD YEEEEEES!! FUCK ME PLEASE, cum in me, he then said I was about to get knocked up again with his babies, all I could do is beg him to impregnate me, put your babies in me, knock me up make me your bitch!!! I then felt that strange swelling and him breathing hard as he told me he was cuming in my piggy bitch ass and I would know it soon enough if I got knocked up!! All I could think of was carrying his baby in my belly and smiled as he pulled out knowing I was now a man’s property to use for their sexual pleasures! Dan told me to turn around and clean his cock off, I didn’t even think were his cock had been, I just got down on my knees and licked and sucked it clean. He then handed me my shorts and told me to put them on and to follow him, I of course did without worry………..

Anonymous breeding for me. Don't care who i fuck

Meeting Rob Shortly before classes started, the wrestling coach had the entire freshman on the wrestling team come into the gym to meet and to see how we worked as a team for practice purposes. After everyone introduced themselves, listed some accomplishments, and fun fact we were divided into our weight classes. There were five of us in my weight class, so it was agreed we would round-robin with one guy sitting out and kinda ref'ing us. The first guy with whom I was paired-up was James. He was on the high-end of our weight class, whereas I was on the low-end. Even so, I was quickly able to pin him down and gain the point. James was cute, had blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and a nice round ass. I also noticed when I pinned him the second time that he was sporting a bit of a chub from all the rolling around. It wasn't unusual for us wrestlers to get a bit hard, after all there is a lot of frictions on your crotch as you are rolling around. We learn to ignore it, but I put it aside in my mind to see if I might hook up with him later. Next, I wrestled Rob, another guy who was towards the high end of our weight class. I don't know if Rob had read something of me that I didn't know I was telegraphing, but every chance he had while we wrestled he made sure that either his hand was on my ass or cock or my hand was rubbing him in the same places. He was definitely giving me signals that it was more than an accident. It was enough to throw me off, and he pinned me all three times. With his final pin, his mouth was near my ear and he whispered "I want us to fuck." As clear as day I heard his words. After he let me up, and we shook hands, it was my turn to ref while Rob wrestled Chris, who, like me, was on the low end of our weight class. Chris weighed 156, and stood at 5' 8", had curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. I watched the Rob and Chris wrestle, and looked like a good match, but I kinda kept an eye on Rob's grip. As far as I could see, Rob wasn't as grabby with Chris as he had been with me. So maybe it was my imagination that it had happened, or he was gay like me. Rob won again, so he went up against our final weight class team mate. Anton fell in the middle of our class at 158 and stood about 5' 10". He had black hair and brown eyes, he was the only African American on the team. Rob and Anton went back and forth, each would score a point after the other, finally I called it a tie as they seemed evenly matched between weight and skill. We all wrestled each other for the remainder of the practice. When Coach called the end of the practice, we all filed into the lockers and showered and changed. Rob was waiting for me when I got done, and asked me if I wanted company for dinner. I agreed, and we both headed to the cafeteria. Over dinner, Rob kept subtly flirting with me. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, and blurted out "Look, yes I am gay. I think you are hot, though not generally my type. If you want to be fuck buddies, cool. If I have read everything wrong since we wrestled, then sorry. If you want to bash me, then I will fight back." "Wait, I'm not your type but you want to be fuck buddies? What's your type?" "Well, I like older guys. Daddies. But I am a guy and like to fuck as much as I can so I take the guys that are at hand. So, like you said, are we going to fuck, or was this a total waste?" "Oh Tom, I think this is going to be a great friendship with lots of benefits." With that we left the cafeteria and walked around campus. As we walked, we talked and discovered that we both were versatile, and both fucked bare. "Don't you worry about catching anything when you are fucking bareback?" I asked Rob, testing the waters of my other kink. "Not really, most of the STDS are treatable, only one you gotta really worry about is HIV. And to be honest, I don't even worry too much about HIV." "So, you make sure the guys fucking you are Neg?" "Nah, I figure that if I am meant to get it, I will. If not, great." "Have you heard about these guys called Chasers who go out and actively try to get HIV?" "Yeah, one of my buddies from high school is a chaser, though last I heard he was still neg." "Did you fuck with him?" "Yeah, we used to swap loads all the time. Like I said, if I get it I get it. Not going to discriminate if it's a good fuck." "Cool. I want to level with you. I'm really turned on with the idea of finding a Daddy who is poz and becoming his poz son." "Dude that is fuckin' hot! I think that I'd let you poz me if you convert." "Really? You'd become my poz brother?" "Yeah, I would. I think you are totally hot, and would do just about anything with you." With That, Rob leaned in and kissed me deeply. I returned his kiss, and reached my hand down to feel his cock. He grabbed mine too, but we broke away quickly, as we were out in a public area and knew if we kept going, we'd end-up fucking right there. "So," Rob said, "we've gotta find someplace to fuck, and soon!" "Yeah. What's your roommate like?" "Very hot, but I'm not sure if he is gay or straight." "Well, I know mine is a straight asshole. We've only been here a few days and he has brought girls back to fuck right in front of me." "Maybe he's doing it in front of you because he wants you to bend that hot ass over and make you take his cock," Rob laughed. I returned the laugh, adding "Nah, I don't want his tiny cock, but after I converted I'd fuck his ass." "Dude, you are so twisted. I love it! Well, let's go to my room. Let's find out if my roommate is gay or straight." "If he's gay, maybe we can both fuck him!" Rob threw his arm around me, and together we walked back to his dorm room. That night we fucked each other and shot a load deep into the other's ass. It started a great fuck buddy relationship, and after his roommate got sick of walking in on us fucking repeatedly that first week, we ended-up as roommates. His moved in with mine, and we now lived together. Obviously, his roommate was not gay, but was fine with us; in fact we often hung out with him and a few others who were not on the wrestling team. When I met my Dad online, I gave Rob the info in case I never came back, better safe than sorry. He was totally turned on the night before I was going over to meet Dad and Dave. That night, after practice and dinner, we headed back to our room and after stripping out of our clothes, he bent me over and ate my ass for a good 20 minutes. With my hole lubed up with his spit, and opened from his tongue, he slid his cock into me and pounded my ass till he grunted and dropped his load deep inside me. As he slowly pulled out, I kept my ass tight to keep that load in me. "Now that you have unloaded, ready for one of my last neg loads before I get pozed up?" "Fuck yeah, buddy! Get that cock in my cunt and drop that load in me." "Get on the bed, I want to fuck you on your stomach." Rob lay on his stomach on the bed, and I climbed between his legs. His ass was already moist from the sweat he had built up form fucking me, but I went in and ate that hole like a starving man. He was soon moaning and writhing against my face as I tried to get my tongue deep into his fuck chute. Once he was well lubed with my spit, I lined my cock up with his hole and slowly let my weight push it into him. He let out a pleased moan as my balls hit his ass. I savored the feel of his ass around my cock before I began to slowly fuck him. For a long time I just slowly used his hole like a fleshlight till I felt my load beginning to build. With that tingle in my balls starting, I began to fuck Rob hard and fast into the mattress. "Give me that neg load, just like you will those poz loads when you are all charged up," Rob moaned. "You want this load in your cunt?" "Fuck, yes Tom, give me your last neg load. Plant it in my cunt." A few more thrusts, and I grunted "Here you go, buddy. My last known neg load in your cunt!" I pushed in till my balls hit his ass, and my cock shot several loads of juice into his ass. I collapsed on top of him. We stayed connected and rolled over to our sides. Cuddled up, my cock still buried in his ass, Rob and I fell asleep. The next day I headed out to meet Dad, and my life would change forever. Once I arrived, I texted Rob and let him know I would probably be staying the weekend, and would hopefully be coming home with the bug incubating deep in my ass.

CHAPTER 3 – JACE THE WHORE I love watching Brian plow a neg hole. He likes to get a boy on all fours, back arched—the position of total surrender. He grabs a giant handful of the boy’s musclebutt in each hand. Then, after impaling that poor unsuspecting bitch on his fat poz dick, he pulls back to expose the length of his shaft, throwing the full weight of his body into another deep thrust, his stomach and balls smacking hard against the boy’s wide-open hole. More often than not, a full thrust of Brian’s raw dick produces my favorite sound that humans can make: an involuntary primal grunt, emanating from somewhere deep in the gut, like pain and hunger at the same time. When he’s fucking a negboy, Brian pulls out every few minutes to slather more Tina-laced lube on his dick, leaving that hungry hole empty and gaping and slick with toxic precum while the boy whimpers a little louder and reaches back to spread his hole a little wider. With every dose of chems – with every shard of Tina smeared into that twitching fuckhole—the boy’s hunger keeps building, his fears and shames falling away as he gives in to a desperate, almost delirious craving. He starts mumbling incoherently, bits of pigtalk interspersed with sounds that aren’t quite words, but not quite moans either—the primal ravings of a bitch in heat. Before long, he’ll be making sharp backward hip-thrusts, impaling his chemmed-up jockhole at an increasingly rapid clip—smack, slap, slosh—as the skin on his bubble butt grows red from the pounding. If he’s like most boys, he doesn’t stop to ask questions when I put the Tina bong in front of him. By that point, he’s already tweaking on the chems in his butt, so he doesn’t put up a fight. He just wordlessly wraps his mouth around the glass stem, looking up at me with those pitch-black pupils as the bong chamber turns solid white and he eagerly fills his lungs with smoke. With every cloud billowing out of his mouth, he arches his back a little more sharply to elevate his fuckhole a little further toward the ceiling. There’s no question now: his ass is ours. In less than an hour, we’ve managed to transform a nice, upstanding kid into a helpless faggot with a Tina-fueled hunger for dick. I make sure to teach him the basic skills: how to take a nice deep hit, hold his breath for a few moments, and wrap his mouth around my cock before exhaling a thick cloud down the length of my shaft. (“Good boy,” I always say, which he usually answers with a muffled moan.) And while Brian’s cock keeps plunging its full length into that raw cumhole, I look down on our sweet, naïve, fucked-up negboy with a crooked smile of sadistic pride. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s get back to Jace. * * * After getting dressed, I headed back to the pool party. Jace followed just a few steps behind like some kind of forlorn pup. When we rejoined the group near the pool, I gave Brian a little wink. He walked over to Jace, chatted briefly with him, and led him back inside. They were gone for about five minutes. When they returned, Jace looked a little more flushed than before, and Brian was grinning the cockiest of grins. “I took him to the bathroom,” he whispered in my ear. “Then I worked a nice big shard of T up inside his butt with my dick. Had to keep my hand over his mouth to keep that bitch from sobbing with pure joy.” “You breed him?” “Not yet. Gotta keep his cunt on edge, you know?” “Good thinking, babe. Now it's my turn.” I turned toward Jace, flashing him a crooked grin before walking back into the house. He followed me to the bathroom. I locked the door behind us. Almost by instinct, he simply turned around, pulled down his swimsuit, and leaned over the toilet to expose his hole. I placed my palm over his mouth and shoved my cock inside him in a single rough thrust. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes and his hole spasmed in pain, but he nodded encouragement. I began pounding his twitching cunt with my raw dick. “Brian and I are heading back home in 5 minutes,” I whispered in his ear. “Cancel your plans. Be at our door in half an hour. Got that, pig?” He nodded again. “Good. Because I know you’re hungry for seed.” I felt a cold shudder run through his body. Goosebumps formed on his back. And then I pulled out, giving his ass a hard smack. “See you soon, faggot.” * * * Almost exactly 30 minutes later, I found Jace standing anxiously at our front door. He looked directly into my eyes and managed a single word: “Please.” I nodded and gestured him inside. Five minutes later, my dick was back inside his raw fuckhole. Brian placed the glass pipe against Jace’s lips and lit the chamber. “I’ll tell you when to inhale,” he said. “You ever play with Tina?” Jace shook his head no. I grunted in appreciation—as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing hotter than a chempig initiation—and my cock twitched as I delivered a little bump of precum into that boy's newly partied-up butt. Meanwhile, with my cock still lodged deep inside him, I grabbed my phone to call Tristan, our dealer. (I'd been sending him updates throughout the day, so he knew what we'd been up to.) Tristan and I never bothered with formalities. "Please tell me that boy came back," he said when he picked up the phone. "Please tell me you're bringing that hungry hole to me." "Oh, he’s fuckin' ready, dude. In fact, he just blew a giant cloud on Brian's cock. Want him?” "Yes. In fact, I've set aside a very nice reward for you guys. A finder's fee, you might say." “Fuck yeah, bro. We can head that way in a few. He doesn’t have any loads in him yet, so you can be the first.” "Sweet! Get here fast, fucker." And with that, Tristan hung up. I pulled my dick from Jace’s hole, eliciting a truly pathetic whimper. “Don’t you worry, pig,” I said to him. “We’re taking you to meet our friend Tristan. He’s very eager to make a little money off this chemmed-up musclebutt. You ready to be a whore, boy?” “Yes, sir.” “OK, but let's be totally clear about one thing: I didn’t say slut. What did I say?” “You said whore.” “That’s right, boy. I said whore. And by that I mean a literal whore—a trashy fuckin’ pig who eagerly spreads his hole for any dude with a fistful of cash. Got that?” He moaned and reached back to expose his butt, now leaking a steady stream of lube and precum. “That's what I like to see, boy. Now get your fuckin' clothes on.” MORE SOON...

Seeding my son After about ten minutes of enjoying Tom's mouth pleasuring my cock, I pushed him down on the bed and spread his legs, dove-in and began to eat his young neg pussy, getting it wet for its first poz breeding. Tom moaned and squirmed as my tongue worked to get inside his hole, slowly opening it up for the later invasion by my cock. As his bud begins to open to my tongue, I start rubbing my thumb along the edge and slowly inserting it. Soon, I can get both thumbs in and spread out his hole. My first two fingers begin to slide in, and soon they are doing what comes natural to them. My nails begin to dig into his lining, making small tears for my bug to get into his system with. "Please, Dad," begged Tom, "get that poz cock in my cunt and give me your bug. Make me poz with the same cum that made me!" I looked into his eyes and saw the desire, the want, the need in there. Still I asked "Are you sure you want this?" "Yes, Dad, breed me with your poz cum!" I leaned down and kissed him as my cock found his hole and began to slide into his neg cunt. Soon I felt my balls hit his ass, and knew I was going to blast his hole with my poz seed even if he asked me to pull out now. I slowly began to slide my cock in and out of his cunt, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Tom moaned in pleasure as my cock pounded his hole, tearing it up more as I broke through his second ring and really started to pound him into the mattress. Since I knew he was going to be taking loads all night from Dave and me, I let my first batch of Swimmers build quicker than I normally would, so soon I felt the tingle in my balls that signaled my poz cum would soon be impregnating my son. "Last chance, son," I cautioned. "Give it to me, Dad. Plant your seed in me." "All right, here you go!" And with that I shoved all nine inches into him and let go. It was a good sized load, and Dave would soon be using it to fuck his own loads into my son to make him our son. I stayed inside till I knew all my seed was now in his ass, then I slowly withdrew. Dave was standing beside me, and as soon as I was out, he climbed onto the bed and lined-up his cock. I lay down beside Tom and we kissed as Dave's eight inch plus cut cock slid into Tom's cunt, remarking "That load feels so good in there. Your cunt will be well on its way to being infected soon," as he pounded Tom into the mattress. Tom, meanwhile, moaned in pleasure around my kiss. When Dave took-over kissing Tom, I got off the bed to retrieve a few things to help Tom's conversion. When I got back from the bathroom, Tom was writhing under Dave. I knew from watching Dave breed other boys, that he was getting close to adding his poison seed with mine in my son. As I climbed back onto the bed, I grabbed the plug from the nightstand, and just as I began to give Tom another kiss, Dave groaned "Take my dirty seed, son!" Dave stayed in Tom until his entire load was planted deep inside. While he slowly pulled out, he kissed Tom. Once his cock slipped out of Tom's cunt, I pulled my surprise from behind my back: a new hard bristle toothbrush. Tom smiled at me when he saw it, and grabbed his ankles, giving me full access to his now opened and well bred cunt. I slid the brush into him and began to vigorously brush his innards to help his lining become even more receptive to allowing the virus into his system. While brushing his hole, my cock sprang back to life. Once I was sure that the brushing had done its part of the job, I pulled the brush out, and sure enough, the bristles were a nice shade of dark pink. I showed it to Tom as I lined my hard cock up with his cunt again and sank into it. This fuck, I took my time with and varied my technique as I gave him pleasure as well as continuing to work that deadly seed into his ass lining. Tom's cock had stayed rock hard the entire time we had been fucking him, which was close to an hour now, and Tom's breathing began to change, and I realized that he was getting close to shooting his possibly last neg load. Dave noticed it too, and leaned down and took Tom's cock into his mouth. As Dave went down to Tom's balls, Tom grabbed the back of his head and kept him there as he groaned, shooting his load into Dave's mouth. The sensation of my son's ass clenching around my cock as he shot into my boyfriend's mouth caused me to go over the edge, and a few strokes later I growled too and shot my second life-changing load into his cunt. Dave rolled off, and, for the second time that afternoon, I slowly pulled out of Tom's cunt, which was most definitely destroyed. Reaching over, I grabbed the plug and slid it in, remarking "That will keep those loads in there until we can recharge and add some more." Tom leaned-up and kissed first me, and then Dave, thanking us by saying "I hope your gift takes soon. This has been exactly what I wanted." "Well, if I know our seed, in about two weeks you will be sick as a dog." We all spent the rest of that weekend fucking my son, and we all knew that when he left to go back to school on Monday morning that he was well on his way to being infected. The next few weeks Tom spent every moment he could with one or the both of us getting fucked and brushed and every other trick we could come up with to ensure that he would come down with our bug, and sure enough, a few weeks after our initial meet-up, Tom came over and felt sick from the fuck flu. Dave and I spent the weekend taking care of him and giving him more of our toxic cum. A few weeks after he was better, I sent him to the free clinic where he learned he was now carrying our strain in his system. We all went out to celebrate, and it was then that Tom told us that now that he was confirmed poz, that he wanted to spread it to the guys on his wrestling team. Dave and I offered to help if any of the guys would be up to it. He smiled at us, and said he knew a couple of guys that would like to be fucked by some hot daddies.

Wolf had stripped himself down to his boots and cock and ball harness before donning his leather vest and chains. He stood behind Tad with one hand on the boy's shoulder and with the other holding a cock which was out of all human proportion with the man. He spun Tad around and forced the boy to look down at what he held in his calloused hand. "Horse!" Tad involuntarily exclaimed in amazement as he saw the monstrous rod of erect flesh in Wolf's hand. "Like it?" Wolf laughed, "It's fucking big and you're going to take every fucking inch of it." "No, you'll kill me," Tad pleaded as he backed into Piston, Hog and Bull. "You can take it, little engine, you've got a good body. A muscle hunk like you can take this and pull the fucking train too. It'll be a fucking pleasure to put this into you." Tad was a muscle hunk as he worked out with weights and kept himself lean for his place on his prep-school football team. He was tall and well proportioned and had thought himself well hung until he had seen what Wolf had between his legs. He did not believe that any man could be that big or that any man or women could survive penetration by such a thing. Tad felt sick inside as he realized that soon he would know if he could survive penetration by Wolf's superhuman dick, but first he had to survive Piston, Hog and Bull. The three lost no time forcing Tad onto all fours on the floor at their feet. Piston stripped off his clothes before kneeling at Tad's head, where he offered his nine inch prick to the boy. The biker forced his drooling slab of meat into Tad's mouth and without pause down the boy's virgin throat. Tad choked and gagged as Piston started rapidly pumping his rigid prick in and out of the teenager's no longer virgin throat. Tad fought not to choke or puke and tried desperately to breathe between each vicious penetration as his throat was raped again and again. Within minutes his mouth and throat were sore, there was a terrible ache in his jaws and his lips were scraped raw by the biker's coarse pubic hair. "Suck it harder, asshole!" Piston ordered, "Milk that fucker with your throat!" Tad did his best to obey by swallowing over and over while Piston's penis plugged his throat. Soon the boy felt a thick slime starting to coat his tongue and the inside of his mouth. Piston started to grunt as he pulled his prick from Tad's throat and filled the boy's mouth with a flood of his hot biker cum. Tad gulped as fast as he could, but his mouth filled to overflowing and the thick white goo ran down his chin. Piston pulled his spent prick from Tad's lips and to the boy's horror it had not softened but was still erect. "One cum don't make me go soft," Piston said as he laughed at Tad's expression, "it just takes the edge off so I can fuck ass twice as long." Piston gathered up the gobs of his semen hanging from Tad's chin and wiped them on the head of his prick. "That's all the lube you'll get," Piston said as he went around to Tad's hindquarters and knelt between the teenager's legs. "Better plug his mouth, Hog," Wolf suggested, "he's really going to feel that fucker going in." Hog, whose sobriquet was related to his fat body and fatter prick, knelt before the boy wearing only his nipple rings. Tad groaned as he saw beneath the biker's fat belly an erect dick longer and thicker than Piston's nine inch meat. Tad had to open his jaws wide just to take the head in and the fat glans filled his entire mouth. Hog did not wait for Tad to accommodate himself to the size of the prick or prepare for the monster's penetration of his throat. With a grunt of pleasure, he force fed Tad his pork meat and pushed the fat head to the opening of Tad's throat. Piston, seeing that the teenager was gagged by Hog's thick meat, shoved his prick into the boy's gut. Not even Hog's throat stopping slab could completely muffle Tad's scream as every fiber of his ravaged ass burned with pain. The boy felt as if he had been penetrated by a red hot baseball bat. Before Tad could catch his breath, Hog drove into his throat and the teenager was treated to a duet of agony. His ass was forced open and his gut overfilled by Piston's sawing prick tearing in and out of his ass, while his jaws were overstretched and his throat filled to bursting by Hog's chugging thrusts. The minutes passed like hours as every thrust brought new pain which did not diminish as the rape progressed. Hog and Piston were too big, his body could not adjust to them so he felt no diminishment of pain or rising of pleasure. It was complete agony from the first penetration to the last withdrawal of the horrible weapon Piston had between his legs. Piston came and went and was replaced by Hog and the whole rape was repeated again. Bull, who got his name because he had the muscles, brains and cock of an ox, knelt before Tad completely naked with his cock in both hands. The boy saw with horror that he was much bigger than Hog and he groaned as he realized Wolf's evil plan. Tad was to be raped by ever larger pricks so that each penetration would be worse than the one before. The agony of losing his cherries was to be repeated four times over as each man would stretch Tad's throat and ass more than the man before. Tad would be taken from Piston's extra large to Hog's giant to Bull's king size and last to Wolf's bulk packed giant family size dick of destruction. Tad endured the torture as Bull took his throat and Hog took his backside. He screamed and wept and struggled to accept their terrible weapons into his body without doing himself a permanent injury. He knew throughout the rape that no matter how bad it got that there was worse to come. After Hog there was Bull, after Bull there was Wolf and then nine other bikers and one fat bartender to come. Hog squealed as he ejaculated into Tad's gut and pulled out before he finished to unload across the boy's back. Bull quickly took Hog's place at Tad's backside and drove his bull dick home before Wolf was on his knees. Tad had no idea how bad his rape would be until he had to unhinge his jaw to take Wolf's big prick into his mouth. He could not suck Wolf's fleshy log there was no room in his mouth to move his tongue and he could not close his jaws even a fraction of an inch. Bull was fucking faster than when one young bull mounts another and he ejaculated before Wolf had entered Tad's throat. Tad thought it would be a relief not to have the awful anal agony of Bull's raping dick tearing through his guts, but he found that without that distraction, his full attention was focused on the destruction of his throat. Wolf slowly pushed forward driving inch after inch into Tad's gaping mouth and down his throat. Tad couldn't breath at all and tried to pull himself back but Hog and Bull held him firmly in place. The awful invasion of Tad's throat continued until Wolf was pressing the boy's nose into his coarse pubic hair. Tad's face turned red and then blue as Wolf slowly withdrew until Tad could draw air in through his nose. He was allowed to breathe for a few minutes before Wolf slid his giant monster back into its esophageal abode. Two deep throat rapes were all Wolf tried and when he withdrew after the second thrust, his penis was streaked with blood. Tad felt the warmth of his own blood well up in his throat and fill his mouth with salty warmth. He dropped his head and opened his mouth and fat red drops fell from his lips onto the floor. "Don't worry, cocksucker," Wolf laughed his reassurance, "you aren't going to die. A fucker big as mine always makes a faggot bleed some the first time whether I fuck down his throat or up his ass."

Part 3 The whole gang laughed but not at Tad because they were paying no attention to him. They were laughing as Willie flopped about on his stomach while Crank forced a second fat finger into his aching asshole. Crank laid one thick finger atop the other and turned them like a corkscrew into Willie's tight canal. "Where's the fucking grease, Sam," Crank complained loudly as his fingers refused to be pushed further than the second knuckle into the groaning teenager's dry ass hole. Sam scurried off to the kitchen to fetch a can of shortening with a backwards glance at the suffering boy. By the time he returned with a can of commercial shortening, Willie had been rolled on his back by the bikers and his wrists tied to his ankles and his elbows to his knees. By this method, his legs were forced to bend at the knees and spread wide apart as they were drawn up towards his chest. As he lay on his back, his buttocks were lifted from the table and the space between his legs was laid open and fully exposed. The bikers left him on his back with his buttocks hanging over one side of the table and his head hanging over the other side. Some helpful gang member lifted Willie's head so that he could watch Crank grease his big dick. Willie watched with his mouth open and panting in fearful anticipation as Crank scooped a gob of shortening from the can that Sam was holding in his shaking hands. Crank smeared his hard cock from its root to its tip with the thick white goo. He took a second gob on the two fingers he had been using to assault the boy's ass and shoved it into Willie's puckered asshole with a single stroke. Willie screamed and bucked at the double digit invasion of his virgin ass and screamed again as Crank screwed his fingers in and out to smear the grease about inside Willie's newly opened shit chute. Tears clouded Willie's vision, as in a blur Crank take his place between Willie's thighs. As Willie felt the blunt tip of Crank's dick kiss his greased asshole, the boy whimpered in anticipation of the raping thrust. "Take a deep breath, fuck meat," Crank cheerily advised him, "and kiss your fucking cherry ass goodbye." Crank lunged forward and with a single brutal thrust buried the entire length of his dick in Willie's gut. Willie screamed and the gang cheered as Crank began humping his greasy prick into the boy. Tad did not raise his head to look but screwed his eyes closed as if that would block out Willie's screams. "Shut him up," Crank huffed as he put a hand behind each of Willie's knees to brace himself while he humped. The helpful biker dropped Willie's head and being helpful still stopped the boy's screaming by thrusting his cock into the teenager's gaping mouth. As Crank pounded his prick into Willie's overstretched asshole, the helpful biker at the boy's head engaged in oral rape. The two brutes quickly found their rhythm and double humped the boy like two rutting beasts. After a few minutes, which to Willie seemed like hours, Crank grunted and drove his prick all the way into the boy. The biker's massive body froze for an instant in sexual paroxysm, then his loins contracted as he ejaculated his hot semen into Willie's gut. Willie had no time to think about what had been done to him or that he now carried inside his body a part of his rapist, which he would absorb to make it forever a part of him. He could only feel relief as Crank's raping dick left his body and horror as another biker's raping dick took its place. Willie tried to scream as the new penetration renewed his agony but his scream was muffled to extinction by the prick filling his mouth. "Deep throat me, cocksucker," the helpful mouth raping biker husked as forced his bloated cock past Willie's virgin glottis and down into the boy's throat. Willie gagged and wretched as his body tried to expel the hot mass plugging his throat. The boy couldn't breathe as his throat was completely stopped by hot, hard man meat. The helpful biker looked down and smiled as Willie twisted and writhed in a desperate and futile fight for breath. Willie's frightened face turned red and then blue, before the helpful biker withdrew enough prick meat to allow Willie a few gulps of air. Willie was still gasping desperately when the helpful biker slid his prick back down the teenager's ravaged throat. The helpful biker's oral rape had a rhythm, which Willie quickly learned. Three rapid throat raping penetrations were followed by one deep throat which the biker held until Willie thought he would pass out. Willie learned to fill his lungs between the three short strokes so that he would have enough breath to carry him through the deep throat ordeal. Willie did not know that it was his struggle for air and the working of his throat that turned the helpful biker on and kept him going strong. The biker between Willie's legs picked up the helpful biker's rhythm and started fucking in three short thrusts which was followed by a deep penetration during which he ground his coarse pubic hair into Willie's upturned buttocks. The two men worked together as they grunted and sweated to torture the teenager by making him feel every moment of his double rape. They thrust their hips until their heavy, hairy balls slapped against his forehead and his backside. They ground their filthy pubic hear against his tender skin. They corkscrewed, pounded, plowed and pried their pricks into his body and not satisfied with his suffering from these assaults, they tormented him further by using his body as a sexual toy. In a concerted effort to torture the abused prep-school senior by sexually arousing him during his rape, the helpful biker tweaked the boy's pink nipples and caressed his heaving chest while the other rapist stroked the boy's pink prick and tickled his clean shaven scrotum with touches lighter than a feather. Willie to his shame started feeling aroused by the things his rapists were doing to him. As the rapist between his legs pounded his prick inside Willie, he hit a place that made the boy moan and curl his toes in a spasm so intense that the battered teenager longed to feel it again. To this pleasure was added an arousal caused by suffocation which made Willie long to hold his mouth rapist dick in his throat until he passed out. His torment was completed by their tender caresses to his nipples and his cock and balls. The abused teenager could not fight the stimulation coming from all directions at once. His mind was overwhelmed by sexual arousal and his body betrayed him as his prick became fully erect and he started pushing his face into the helpful biker's crotch while humping his hips for the man between his legs. The helpful biker covered Willie's head with his hunching body as he squeezed Willie's tender nipples and pulled them away from his chest. "Take my fuck," He gasped as he drove his prick down Willie's throat. "I'm cumming, cocksuker. Eat my fucking scum." Willie gagged and gulped and gagged as the helpful biker filled his throat with bolt after bolt of scalding fuck juice. Halfway through his ejaculation the brute pulled his pulsing prick from Willie's throat and mouth to shoot the last of his cum across the boy's sweaty face. The helpful biker released Willie's nipples and uncurled himself from the boy's head, then he stepped out of the way for the next biker to have his turn at Willie's gaping mouth. Willie was disappointed, he had been so close to cumming when the helpful biker had pulled his prick from Willie's aching throat. Willie was ashamed of his desire, but he needed another prick lodged in his throat. He opened his mouth eagerly and accepted the next biker's drooling dick into his mouth. Willie wanted to cum, to feel his balls boiling over and pumping hot nut oil out his dick, so that he would have to feel nothing else. The biker between Willie's legs changed his rhythm to match the new mouth raper's pace. He teased Willie's hard cock and jerked the boy against his will. Willie was being driven to sexual madness by the unending double penetration and the unwonted manipulation of his nipples and his cock. He knew that he shouldn't but he wanted his rape to continue so that he could feel the constant sexual stimulation, that tickling pleasure that drew him ever closer to climax and blocked out all the horror and humiliation of his rape. He grunted with each penetration and thrust back to force the rapist deeper into his gut. His nipples turned to hard peaks of sexual stimulation as his testicles congested with lusty blood and his achingly hard cock leaked precum in a steady stream. The biker between Willie's legs abandoned his steady rhythm and started copulating like a rutting dog upon a bitch. As he drove his prick into Willie in a blur of short, sharp strokes while he jerked the boy's hard cock at lightning speed. The biker reached his climax with a shout and humped the boy throughout his orgasm while he twisted Willie's prick as if he would tear it out by the root. With a strangled cry, Willie came in a fountain of hot cum which struck the biker in the chest and dropped back in fat white gobs onto Willie's heaving belly.

By a strange circumstance... For the next 15 years, Dave and I fucked and converted many boys. Some wanted it, and some were too dumb to see our status or ask about condom use. Often we double teamed the guys, and made sure that we both gave them a huge load. Our favorite was when we got a guy who wanted to be double penetrated. We loved the feeling of our poz cocks rubbing against each other as we bare fucked a hole, and our loads were often deposited at the same time when we were able to DP. We had a stash of condoms that were prepped for breakage, and our 'silicon' lube was laced with baby oil to ensure breakage. Our goal in life had become to spread our seed and procreate through our disease. We had ads on all the popular hookup sites, and all clearly stated that we were poz, and preferred to fuck bareback. Sometimes it got us the ass we wanted, sometimes the guys were hesitant. Those were the ones that we either stealthed, or used the old 'just the tip' line on till we were shooting our poison deep into them and changing their lives forever. The big shock of my life came when we got a hit from a cute 18 year old freshman named Tom who had just moved to DC for college and was looking for some Daddy types to help him come out into the gay world, and give him the bug. When he unlocked his pics for us, I was stunned. It was like looking into a slightly distorted picture of me at that age. He didn’t have my light blonde hair; rather it was a dark strawberry blonde, but his features eerily looked like my younger self. We chatted, and over the course of a couple days, I discovered that he had grown up with a single mom and had never known his dad. He had come out as gay in high school, but growing up in a small town he had not known of any other gay guys. Tom really wanted to meet us, and Dave was fully up for giving him our bug; there was just something in the back of my mind that had me on edge with Tom, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. We all met at a local diner for lunch, and to chat before deciding on going any further. It was over that lunch that I finally discovered what had me on edge with Tom. We talked about his plans to study sports medicine at school, and that he in high school he had been on the wrestling team where in placed in the Nationals top three every year of high school. In fact his wrestling skills had landed him a nice college scholarship. But it was when He showed us a picture of His mom that it all clicked. I had fucked around with his mom back when I was in the military, and must have knocked her up. Tom was my son. Not only was he my son, but he was gay and was a chaser, just as I had been, although I had never admitted as much until Dave had converted me. I dropped the bomb that I had just discovered on Tom and Dave. I knew Dave well enough to know that as soon as the recently discovered truth was out, his cock was rock hard and leaking his toxic precum with the thought of us gifting my own flesh and blood with our bug. Tom, I didn’t know that well, but the look that came over his face was eerily similar to the look that was on Dave’s face. The two of them quickly finished up their lunch, and were practically dragging me back to our place. Once we were alone in our apartment, Tom pulled me to him and gave me a deep passionate kiss. “I’ve always had this fantasy,” he said “of finding my Dad and him being gay. I never imagined that he’d be this hot or that he has something else that I wanted other than being a mentor to me.” “What do you mean, Tom?” I asked. “You know. I want the bug. To be poz. My cock and hole are twitching right now with the thought of it being given to me by the same cock and cum that made it possible for me to exist.” As much as my brain wanted to rebel against the idea, my cock began to harden in my jeans and the thought of my seed, that had helped create this young man in front of us, being fucked into him and its poison finding its way into his blood and converting him began to interest me. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to give him what he wanted. “I have an even better idea,” I said, “you can call us Daddy and act like we are your Dom Dads. But we will all know the truth and enjoy the hell out of it.” “So,” Tom asked, “does this mean that you will fuck me? Give me your poison seed and convert me to be like you, Dad, poz?” “Yes, son.” “Nice! How about we start on that converting of me now.” With that out of the way, Tom grabbed both my cock and that of Dave, and began to massage them through the denim of our jeans. Both of us let out a moan, and I grabbed Tom’s hand form my crotch and began to direct him to our bedroom. Dave followed behind us, stripping his clothes off as he went leaving a trail of hastily removed clothing. Once in the bedroom, Tom began to strip, but I stopped him. I wanted to be the one to take of each article of clothing and expose the body that I had unwittingly helped create all those years ago. As I pulled off his shirt, a nice firm six-pack, a beautifully sculpted adonis belt and solid pecs were revealed. His lithe body reminded me of mine when I was his age. I still had the six-pack, but now there was a lot more fur there, not just the trail of hair that lead down from his belly button into his jeans. Tom reached over to me after I had his shirt removed and slid my tee shirt over my head. He leaned in close to me and put his head on my furry chest and a purr left his lips as he nuzzled into my pecs. We both kicked off our shoes and then at the same time reached for the button and zip of the other’s jeans. I batted Tom’s hand away and told him to wait his turn. As I undid the button and pulled the zip down, a moan came from the doorway where Dave stood naked and jacking his cock. “Stop with the tease, you two, and get naked so we can get to the fucking. I don’t think I can hold off cumming for much longer. This whole Father/Son thing has got me really close.” “Then stop playing with your cock and wait like a good boy” I said with a smile in my voice.