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Intro The best stories are the ones we secretly know are true, and man have I got some truth for you. Often we just talk about how we got pozzed or how we knocked up someone else, but how often do you see the chain reaction? The ones who came before. The ones who came after. So let me show you what most don't see. You're probably wondering who I am, how old I am, what race I am, what I look like, but I won't bore you with the details...I could be anyone and when you hear my story you can imagine it as anyone or even yourself because if you go raw...it probably will be you soon if it hasn't been already. How It All Began: 2 Macho Arab DL Stealthers Part I I was horny. Typical, right? Yet, horny for something particularly special. I like all races honestly, as long as they have a sexy look to them, but some completely make me melt. Middle-Eastern guys were a rare thing to come across for me and when I saw a mailing from two that were both hung tops from a craigslist ad I had placed, I couldn't resist. DL, hairy chested, almost latino in skin-tone, one 33 and the other 41 but they were neighbors and were going to play separately. I didn't care to ask questions about the unconventional dynamic, I just wanted the best part about their stats to be in front of me and then in me...their 8,5 and 9.5 inch cocks. I was ready in no time and out on the road...it was an hour drive, but I had a feeling it'd be worth it. When I arrived at the first guy's place, I felt the all too familiar nervous excitement heighten my senses and cause my hole to ache hungrily to be satisfied. I'd brought poppers and gun oil for lube. He had told me the door would be open and to wear no undies. I turned the knob to the one-story home and sure enough it was open. It was minimally decorated but the quality of the items was evident. The bedroom I could see from where I stood and I could also see the naked form that occupied it stroking an already hardened cock. Resisting every urge to just run over to cram that meat into my mouth I instead sauntered over sexily, stripping as I went making a show of my every curve, muscle, and sexy asset I felt a horned top would appreciate seeing. As my track shorts dropped to the hardwood floor and my shirt was carelessly discarded it was nothing to kick my tennis shoes off and crawl submissively onto that king sized bed to that thick veined 8.5 incher and start going down on it. I locked eyes on my soon-to-be-top and seductively went down as far as I could on his fat dick before my throat began to protest. I quickly repeated that a few more times before focusing on the conquest in my mouth completely and looking down towards his crotch and deep throated it fully. His hands flew up to my head and held me down to bury my face into his pubes. The scent of a sexy man is an intoxicating thing and I could not help but inhale it deeply. His hands roamed down my back and I could tell he craved my ass already. With a tug at my hair that had just started growing out lately, he pulled me off his cock and maneuvered around me on the bed swiftly to position himself behind me as he kept firm hold of my hair and kept me on my knees. His free hand went to grab the gun oil I had let roll to the side when I initially crawled onto the bed and he wasted no time opening it and applying generous amounts onto my hole and then his swollen manhood. "When I fuck that hole you take all this, I don't care how much it hurts you better get every inch in that tight thing," he ordered and with that he began to push his uncut cock into my hole. "No condom?" I asked, trying to resist and pull forward just a little so he didn't go in fully, but his free hand now pushed down on the arch of my back as he was pulling my hair to lower me down onto the thick thing. His cock head already half way inside. "You said you were neg, right?" He said, and without stopping popped into my protesting ass and began to slide in inch by inch with ease. I hit the poppers despite myself because I could tell he wasn't going to stop and I confess...I did not want to stop him much either. Hung cocks I often prefered raw when I felt more or less safe that they were not poz or had something else. "Yeah, but I..." my words were lost in a sudden gasp of pleasure as the poppers kicked in most wonderfully and opened me invitingly for his filling cock. He plunged the rest of his dick into me and fucked at full on ball slapping speed right from the start. I hit the poppers desperately again moaning and arching my back subserviently to him, just allowing him to take my hole again and again with every thrusting. "Oh Fuuuuuck!" I whispered contently as it hit places in my hole I hadn't felt opened in such a long time. His dick was one of those rigidly straight sorts that you can feel how badly it wants to make it to the deepest and most center part of your ass to plant a seed as quickly as possible. I was just going to be a cumdump for him and it turned me on even more. Smack. Smack. Smack! SMACK! His cock, hips, and balls were crashing against me and into me with total animalistic fervor and intent. Then I heard the grunt. He drove it once more balls deep and held me down his cock lurched and throbbed inside powerfully and spewed surprisingly hot thick spurts of cum into me. I felt each and every of the six streams of jizz hit the back of my ass and fill it easily. He held me there only a few seconds longer as he squeezed the base of his cock and then began to pull out to milk the last bit of cum into my used up hole. "Sorry I came so quick, I've really been needing to fuck since I don't jerk off to cum," he said sounding rather pleased with himself. "It's no problem," I replied with a small smile, not wanting to say I didn't agree to be bred and wasn't warned at any rate. "Well, don't leave. Turn around to face the door, lay on your stomach, and spread those legs," He commanded me with a mischievous grin. My heart quickened in excitement as my newly ignited craving for his magnificent tool took over my thinking -- meaning I didn't think at all and was the obedient little fuck hole he oh so desired. I arched my back and waited patiently, not even wiggling my ass unless commanded or if he grabbed or slapped it for his visual pleasure. It was maybe three minutes before he was near full on hard and got up to swiftly dive into my already cum-filled ass. "Fuck this bitch is full," he chuckled, "You're going to be gushing everywhere when my bud gets you and he'll love that." Damn, that's right...as good, kinky, and especially as risky as this was...it was still just the beginning of my "fuck date." And if he had just expected to fuck and fill and use me I had a feeling his even more hung buddy would be anticipating much the same. What had I gotten myself into?

One day I decided to act on a dark fantasy I always had. I put a ad on CL and dug through the 20-30 responses I had gotten. I picked a married man as I was, and planned this for the afternoon on my way home. I left work early and headed to the woods. Parked on the side of the road texted the guy I would be ready in 15 minutes and his my keys and locked up my truck. Headed into the open, light woods and found a nice but small tree. I Stripped down naked and Layed out my supplies, ky lube, crisco, poppers and paper towels. Bagged my clothes and hid them about 100 ft away. I put my wrist restraints on, wrapped my eyes with self stick gauze wrap so I couldn't see a thing and proceeded to lock myself to the tree and wait for someone to show. Suddenly I hear a car come around the distant corner and pull up. I hear a car door close and then rustling of footsteps through the clearing. My heart started pounding and my cock instantly got hard. The footsteps got closer and closer and I hear them stop right behind me then a faint "Mmmm, nice" from a voice. He runs his hands over my ass including a single finger in along my asshole. My cock is now throbbing as hard as my heart! He reaches around from behind and takes my cock into his hand. He strokes it while coming around to the side of me and I feel him kneel down and take my cock in his mouth. He sucks it for about 2 minutes and then stands back up. I hear him wrestling, sounds like taking off his shorts or pants. Using the lube he lives my asshole up and works a finger in to get me all wet inside. He continues to work a couple fingers into my ass while also stroking my cock. He stops abruptly, with a moments pause and then I feel the head of his cock slide into my ass. I hear him take a couple hits off the poppers and then slowly he pumps away for a moment and then started really pounding it to me, pulling my hips into his groin. I realized I didn't bring condoms and I doubt he did. After a couple minutes of him pounding into my slick ass, he stops before he gets close to getting off and pulls out. I hear him open the crisco up and then I feel him packing my now loosened hole with the oil. He shoves about 3-4 fingers in me working the lube in good twisting and fingering me real good. I feel him work his thumb into the mix and start putting pressure to my well lubed hole. He gets it worked into his last set of knuckles when he reaches around with the poppers and shoves it to my nose. I take two long hits off it and I bend over some more putting pressure on the tree and forcing my hungry hole over his knuckles until his fist slides in and I let out a loud grunt. I hear him say "Wow, that's Hot" and slowly starts twisting and working his fist about in my hole. As my head began to spin i felt as though his hand was working a orgasm up inside my from the deepest depths i had never felt before in my life. I swear he worked my hole for 15 minutes because my legs almost went limp, he had worked it so hard my hole felt like it was turned inside out. He put the poppers in front of my nose again and I took another big hit as he came around the front of me. As my head began to get light again & he had his fist in my ass, he took my cock in his mouth. It grew hard again and he sucked hard while working his fist in my ass. I felt it coming, my nuts were tightening up, my hole was starting to tighten around his wrist and pushed back agaonst his fist and I shot my load in his throat. My ass spasmed wildly on his wrist and He quickly pulled his fist out and I almost came again. He stood up and shoved his cock in my now very sloppy hole. I have no idea how he was going to get off in that loose mess, but he took a hit of poppers and began fucking me hard...he had ahold of my hips and was taking me to pound town. Within about 30 seconds he began to grunt and shot his load deep into my messy asshole and let out the longest sigh of relief. As he pulled out I felt his cum flood down my thighs. I was spent! He got dressed, said thanks for the memory that he will jack off to for the next 6 months and left. After I heard his car leave, I unclipped my hands and uncovered my eyes. Wiped the cum off my thighs, licked it off my fingers and proceeded to clean up and get dressed. It was the most amazing time I had ever had and it will not be able to be topped. I jack off to the thoughts almost every day in the shower!

So this actually isn't fiction, this just happened starting yesterday afternoon. Originally posted on my tumblr which, BEWARE is very extreme gay fetish sex. sewerfaggot.tumblr.com Goddamn meth is a helluva drug. Not that I even consumed that much (maybe a .75 grams?) but I maintained my high over the day and took a good 5 hour break when I went out with friends to the bars. This shit accumulates tho, and I drank tequila and beer at the bar and then pissed into my empty beer bottles and drank it again so I was recycling my chem piss. Then, when I got home I was of course utterly depraved and determined to get six billiard balls in my already worked cunt; see my posts from earlier today. So in the course of about 20 hours I created this tumblr, self fisted my hole deeper than ever before, and broke my personal record of 6 balls in my ass insane deep, in fact two are still way up there and not coming out until they damn well please. I went out with straight friends to straight dive bars so there was no privacy in the bathrooms (which always gets me off, filthy LA urinals and toilet stalls with no doors). It was real fuckin obviously I was pissing into my beer bottle in the urinal and this not bad lookin hipster dude blatantly watched me while showing me his possing cock. I looked him straight in the eyes and with a half hard cock swigged my bottle of my incredibly potent chem/tequila piss. His jaw dropped and his eyebrows raised, I sneered and looked down at his cock which was twitching. That was a first. Got home and got my two ball stretcher weights on, just over 1lb I believe, a bunch of super tight cock rings and went to work on my ass. First off i took a huge piss in a cup, rolled onto my back ass up and used a large gauge syringe with a long tube to deeply inject my cunt with a hefty dose of super chempiss. Staying upside down for a bit so the toxic liquid could flow deeper into my guts, I massaged my hole and pulled it open into a nice gape, air sucking in ensuring the chem enema was not coming out. Refilled the same syringe with thick jlube and filled my now buzzing gaping hungry cunt to form my favorite thick toxic slime. My cock was rock hard, heavily weighted balls feeling real good swingin around. Greased up my hand an a billiard ball and dove in. Stuffed the first ball past my 2nd ring effectively plugging the slime in me. Greased up my caterpillar dong, huffed poppers and eased down, feeling my guts expand with the toxic lube and the ball being pushed deeper. I sat on it, gyrating and snorting poppers watching shit videos for a solid 5 minutes. I repeated this cycle for about 2 hours until 3 billiard balls were well past my 2nd ring and not coming out. Rolled onto my back again ass up and massaged my stretched cunt into a nice gape and dropped two more balls in along with some more chem piss and Vaseline. Strong snort of poppers, closed my eyes and relaxed, letting my hungry ass suck everything in deeper and the 6th ball just sank in. My cock leaked a combo of precum and piss into my hungry mouth while I flexed my ass and worked my muscles, pulling the balls and chemlube slime into my oh so hungry guts. I stood up and watched more shit porn for a good ten minutes swinging my heavily stretched balls around and enjoying the challenge of keeping all that in my guts. To drive home the night (or I was just high as fuck on poppers and t) I sat on my caterpillar dong again and slowly, hurt so good panting hungry greedily fuckpig moaning pushed the whole fucking mass into my guts. A few quick strokes on my purple swollen cock and BAM ORGAsm. No cum tho cuz the dong and balls blocked the flow. Drenched in sweat, utterly covered in crisco, vaseline, piss, jlube, and ass I slowly eased off the dong and let 2 balls sensually plop out along with a hefty amount of slime which I covered myself in. I fucking love wallowing in my filth. Fisted one more ball outa me but the other two are the perfect ass pacifiers right now as I soak in my hottub enjoying this beautiful morning and my fuckin twisted high. Only thing that was missing was a few pounds of shit to eat, a cock pissing more chem piss down my faggot greedy sewer throat, and someone to film it all. But hey, I’m just a shameless fuckin sewer faggot who will never be satisfied for long. Would love to hear your thoughts pigs. Happy Sunday.

Part I. My boy and I had sort of fallen on rough times. Maybe we’d overspent in the last few months and when we both got laid off from work, our savings started to run thin pretty quickly. I went looking for part-time work in my field, but nothing panned out. My boy kept going on interviews, but he never landed a steady gig. With no prospects, we were quickly getting desperate. Some fuckbuddies invited us out for a drink to catch up, and we kept putting them off since we couldn’t even afford to drink. Before we hit hard times, we’d often go out clubbing with Bobby and Dylan before winding up back at our apartment. Bobby and Dylan were a super cute couple, both in their early twenties, and both super fit. They were, like me and my boy, both pretty versatile, and also like us, they liked raw sex. Whenever we played as a group, we always fucked bare. It was so hot watching Dylan breed my boy. His thick cock would stretch out my boy’s ass good, leaving it loose and sloppy for me to fuck when he pulled out. I loved sloshing around my boy’s ass, feeling Dylan’s cum squelch around my dick as Bobby fucked and bred me. After we bowed out several weeks in a row, they started getting concerned. They thought we didn’t like them any more. It was embarrassing when we confessed that we couldn’t afford to go out, but they invited us along anyway, saying that they would pay, especially if they could get to fuck us! Over drinks at our regular bar, they told us that they had fallen on hard times a few months ago, and gotten part time work in a go-go bar to tie them over until real work returned. Bobby said that the boys could make upwards of $500 a night, even if they didn’t do any really dirty stuff, and much more if they were prepared to go all the way with customers. I was so naïve, and asked what ‘all the way’ meant. Dylan started telling stories of lap dances that got out of hand, even once or twice where the guy paying him to dance had a really big cock that worked it’s way out of his pants. Bobby said it was so hot watching his boyfriend dry humping bare dick, and that sometimes, if they were willing to pay more, they would both let guys tease their holes, and maybe even get the head inside them if none of their bosses were looking! My boy and I had both given up our gym membership a few months ago, to save money, and I was not feeling at my best physically, but my boy had kept up running and doing exercises in our backyard. He looked as great as he ever did, and our friends suggested he go for an audition right away and see if he could get the gig. Maybe it was the cocktails hitting us hard after not drinking any alcohol for a few months, but my boy was instantly eager. Had we been sober, I’m sure we both would have thought it through better, but he was ready, right away, to go start dancing in his undies to make some good money from strangers. Two hours after starting drinking with Bobby and Dylan, they poured us into their car to drive us over to the gay strip club to meet their boss. There, in the parking lot, Dylan helped me into the back seat. I was dizzy from the cocktails I had drunk. Bobby helped my boy into the seat, and I heard him chuckle. He said told Dylan that he had seen a glimpse of my boy’s underwear and that it simply wouldn’t do for a proper go-go interview. Of course, a few months of unemployment meant we hadn’t been buying anything we could do without, including cute new underwear. I’m sure we were both wearing last year’s model at best, and stretched out elastic jockstraps at the worst. Bobby and Dylan winked at each other and suggested we make a quick stop on the way to the strip club to get my boy some sexy new undies at a friend’s shop. My boy was clearly getting turned on talking about stripping and sexy underwear, and was rubbing his crotch. Dylan and Bobby kept watching my boy in the rear view mirror as the car started. It got me hot too to know my boy would soon be shaking his lithe mostly-nude body for money, and I worked my hand down the back of his shorts. It was true that his underwear was stretched out; I could easily get my whole hand into his pants to finger his ass! My boy was wriggling on my hand, as Dylan, in the front passenger seat took out his cock and started wanking. I wondered aloud, “How are we going to pay for new underwear? That stuff can be expensive, and we’re broke!” Bobby assured me that their buddy, who owned the underwear store, would give us a good deal. The way he said it made me ask if my boy might have to do something naughty. Dylan answered, “Absolutely! You’re ok with that, right?” Bobby told me that it was so hot watching Dylan with this guy that he had to join in. As I fingered my boy’s ass, and Dylan jerked his big cock, Bobby told us that their friend, Alex, was really well hung, and really hot. He said, “Alex started by taking Bobby’s measurements, waist and stuff. He had Bobby drop his shorts so he could see how big his dick and balls are. He got out a few choices, leather jockstraps, rubber shorts, and tight g-string bikinis. Bobby went into a changing room to try the rubber shorts on and then danced for Alex, just like a go-go boy. Alex then had Bobby grind into his lap. Alex got so hard that his dick was straining against his jeans leaving a dark wet spot from his precum. He asked Bobby if he could remove them for him. It was so hot watching Bobby pull that stud’s jeans down. When Alex was just in his boxers, he told Alex to change into the g-string. Bobby did it right there, stripped naked then pulled up the g-string. Alex grabbed Bobby and had him sit down hard on his crotch. Alex’ dick slowly worked it’s way out of the boxer fly. I could see Alex’s precum getting all over Bobby’s ass. Alex pulled the thong aside so his dick could really rub against Bobby’s hole. When it got shiny from so much precum, Alex told Bobby to switch to the jockstrap. Bobby shimmied out of the g-string, and into the jockstrap. He was so hard that his dick wouldn’t fit into the front pouch. That didn’t seem to bother either of them, and Bobby sat right back down onto Alex’ cock. This time, his hole was totally free, and after a few passes, the head of Alex’ dick went right up Bobby’s ass. I started to freak out a little, and Alex just smiled, ‘If your boyfriend wants to make the real money, he’s got to learn to take dick!’ Bobby started riding that cock as I stood there and watched. After a few minutes of getting pounded, Alex held Bobby’s hips and came inside him. Even if Bobby had wanted to pull off, Alex wouldn’t have let him!” By this time, my boy had taken off his shorts and underwear altogether and I was working three fingers into his ass. Bobby shot his load into his hand and offered it to Dylan to lick off. I realized that the car had stopped and we were in a parking lot, lit only by neon light from the window. We were at Alex’ shop, and the time had come to offer my boy up to this stranger for free underwear. I knew my boy was horny, and would probably let Alex go all the way. What had we gotten ourselves into? To be continued...

I live in Chicago and I went down the street to get a glimpse of the cup. Just missed it but got to meet Antti Raanta (I'm a huge hockey fan and a bigger Hawks fan). The two guys next to me were gay. One guy was slim, dark, thin and good looking. The other wasn't my type. So, we started chatting. Just small talk. I asked him to take a picture of me and text it to me. Got his number! He did just that and we were chatting back and forth for a majority of the day. I finally said to him, "I find you really attractive. I'm bi so I had to put that out there." Silence. God dammit. About 45 minutes later he responded and said, "Wow, thanks. I think you are hot. We should meet up sometime." Well, my dick sprang up and I said, "How about after I get off? Say, 6pm?" Well, he was staying downtown in a hotel and invited me over to the W. I brought over some wine and I go up to his room. Knock on the door and walk in. He starts kissing me immediately. Fuck the wine. I grope him and start taking his clothes off. I get to his dick and he's big for a smaller guy. Got me hard. I suck him for a while to get him hot, then I turn him around and eat his hole. Tastes so good. I can tell he just showered. I throw him on the bed and bend him over and start talking dirty to him. And I take a picture of his hot hole right before I fuck it. i do that with all my boys. A trophy of sorts. I spit on my dick and spit fuck him until I blow my load deep into his ass. Now, how about some wine. Had a glass, he ride me again, and I left. Another bred boy walking the streets of Chicago with my load dripping from him. Here is his hot little ass.

Sounding can be fun but... Don't shove just anything up your dick. Buy some real sounds made of surgical-grade stainless steel. They're not expensive and you can buy them online. And cleanliness, cleanliness, cleanliness! You really don't want a case of urethritis and a trip to the doctor for antibiotics because peeing stings and your dick is dripping. Wash your hands, wash your sounds. Wipe it all down with alcohol or use sterilizing wipes. Lay your stuff on a clean paper towel not just any surface. Wash your junk with an antimicrobial soap. But a new bottle of sterile lube (like K-Y or similar surgical lube). Go slow, listen to your body. It's gonna be a bunch of new sensations but it should NOT hurt. If it hurts, your body is telling you something. Have fun.

[Moderator's Note: This is an updated/improved version of a post which has now been deleted.] "You drive," he said as the three of us went through the turnstile at the exit of the bookstore. Again, it wasn't a question. "OK. Over here," I said, pointing to my car. I unlocked the doors and climbed in the driver's seat. "Preston and Broadway, right?" "No, drive us to 39th and Cecil," he said. "We got business to do first." I had no ideas where Cecil Street was, so I headed down Main toward 39th street. The deepest, darkest part of West End Louisville. Muhammad Ali, Quincy Jones, Malcolm X had all lived in the area at one time or another. As we passed 10th, the rows of housing projects started. At 17th, I started noticing lots of people in the streets, like we were in a public park. By 25th, the hookers were put. As we neared 39th, I noticed quite a few black boys and men in streets or on the porches passing cigarettes, joints, or pipes back and forth. My big daddy guided me to a tall, three story behemoth of a structure that at one time must have been a mansion. Today, it was boarded up, caked with dirt and dust, and looked like it could fall down at any second. It was also loaded with people, who were spilling out the doors, sitting in windows, or strewn on the lawn in various stages of intoxication. They were brazen with either open drug use, fighting, or public sex, and no cops were in sight. They knew better. This area was lost and there was no getting it back. The new Wild West - no police, no authority, and no rules beyond those of the street. I would get to know this house very well over the next ten months. For tonight though, I was concerned. Ok, not concerned - I was scared shitless. "Park over there," he ordered, pointing about a half block down the street. "There's room over there," I said, pointing to an area near the front of the house. "Bitch, I said to park over there!" he said firmly as he grabbed my forearm and squeezed hard, "Damn.... damn! OK," I said as I glided the car to a stop alongside the curb. "Come on," he said. I followed the two men toward the building, and it felt like I was walking with Moses as we got closer. Anyone on the sidewalk stepped off it and out of our way when we got within ten feet or so. They all stopped talking and and few of them stared at us, but most of them just looked away as we passed. We got to the front door and a very pretty black girl in a bikini greeted us. "Well, holy shit, look who it is." She knew him. And apparently hated him deeply - her voice was a mixture of mockery anddisgust. "And with an entourage, too," she said. She looked me squarely in the eye and turned up her lip. "This your new pussy?" She asked. "Shut the fuck up, Sis, and tell Ken I'm back. And I want a brick." "A brick, damn!" She never took her eyes off of me. "You in trouble, sweetie," she said. "You in it deep!" She turned and went inside. "Follow her," he said as we entered the house. The interior was as unappealing as the exterior, but the dozens of people inside didn't seem to notice. Most were either dead asleep, smoking something, or shooting up. The others were engaged in some sort of sexplay in various combinations and numbers. I was thinking about the syringe again as I wastched a young, naked muscular black boy shooting up while an older white woman sucked his long, flaccid cock. Was it the sex going on making me so hard, or the thought of getting high again? The girl ducked into a room and within a minute came out with a paper grocery bag. We followed her into another room where she locked the door and dumped out the contents of the Kroger bag onto the room's only furniture - a twin bed. He made a low whistle as he sorted through it all. I saw something square wrapped in aluminum foil, glass pipes of various sizes and shapes, a cheap looking spoon (all bent up and burned), a few bags of white or ivory colored powder, a few lighters, and best of all, about a dozen syringes. He opened the aluminum foil and stuck hs ginger in. He licked it off. "Nice. Strong junk," he said to his sister. "Only the best for you," she said sexily as she moved closer to him. She put her hand on his thigh and moved it up toward his crotch. "I'm gonna fix you, don't worry," he said, annoyed. "But I ain't gonna fuck you anymore." "Faggot," she said angrily. Like a flash of lightning, his hand shot out and he hit her right on her temple. "Whore," he said as she crumpled down to the floor. "Junkie." With watery eyes, she said, "Thanks to you, fucker, brother." He wasn't listening. He had turned his attention to the assortment of supplies and handed me a glass pipe with a large chamber at the top, filled...no, stuffed...with white powder. "Smoke it," he said. I put the pipe to my lips as he flicked the lighter. A plume of smoke came out of the top. "Now, draw," he said. I could see the inside of the glass pipe turn white. I sucked on it, blew out a white cloud, and repeated. He handed me the lighter as he turned back to the bed. I don't recall how much time I spent smoking, but as I was watching his sister dreamily rubbing her arm as he removed a syringe, the guy who was with us took the pipe from me and told daddy, "Dragin's out." I was high - beyond it, actually, and Horner than I had ever been. "Whaaaa...I whaannnnaaa get fucked," I slurred. I don't know what came over me, but I crawled toward his sister, climbed on top and slid my cock into her hole as she pushed her tongue is n my mouth. An second or an hour later, I felt my daddy's huge cock pushing into me and then pounding my ass, hard, I forgot all about the girl under me, and concentrated on that hard, huge pole fucking me. And fucking me, And fucking me, And then, a blinding white flash, a huge surge of energy, and every cell in of my body was wrapped in the largest, most blinding, mind-numbing orgasm I gad ever experienced in my nineteen years. I was cumming from my hole and it stretched my being as it shot outward to my extremities. My hole pulsed and spammed, my clock was shooting, and my body was shaking, and the I heard him moan, and as he came in me, he kept pumping hard, gard, harder. Bye was chanting, " Ooh baby....yeah...filling you......giving you my poison...knocking you up, bitch....fuck yeah." And that's the last thing I recall before waking up on my stomach with someone fucking my ass. I tried to turn to see who it was, but my head was smashed onto the floor and held there. All I could see was a dark Palm and a long, thick black dinger as my head was held against the floor. I couldn't move. I didn't want to, really. The fucking increased in speed and intensity, but I was feeling no pain at all. I was floating, delicious waves of warmth enveloping me like a hug, and I started fucking back at the cock entering me. "Yeah, bitch," the man said over and over until he grunted. "I'm cumming in you, bitch," he said. "Awwwwwr," he grunted, as he pushed in hard and started cumming. "Yeah," he whispered, "I'm filling you up, baby. Marking you....fuck, you a good whore. Worth every penny....." he throbbed in me, depositing his load in me until he relaxed. The hand left my head and I felt his breath as he whispered in my ear, "Your pussy got filled up wit my babies," and he withdrew as I laid there, motionless, but my head rolling like I was on a river. I was hornier than ever. I needed fucked, and I knew that I wouldn't be leaving this room anytime soon.

I was out of town one night but chatting on a4a with guys while I was working in my hotel. I ended up chatting with an Palestinian guy who was super hot. He was getting in the next day and wanted to hang out. We chatted about sex and hanging out, etc. He was gorgeous, hunky build with an 8" cock and was a top. I thought he must be a fake, but kept talking to him that night as I worked. I gave him my cell and about 1am signed off. He texted me that night and said he looked forward to meeting me. I was actually surprised when I got a text from him the next day saying he was in town. He was staying in a hotel near me and we arranged to meet up for drinks and dinner. I totally thought this guy was going to flake out on me because he was too good to be true. I got to the restaurant and there he was in a button down and really nice pants that showed off his great ass. We got a table and started off with drinks. During drinks we totally hit it off and I we were so interested in chatting that we ended up ordering a second drink before we even ordered. We ordered wine with dinner and I was getting pretty buzzed. I was so comfortable with him that everything seemed to click into place. We had a great meal and went to his hotel for another drink. Sitting in the bar, I told him how gorgeous he was and he said he really wanted to go upstairs and make out with me. I was nervous but he was so hot that I decided to go for it. We took our drinks upstairs. He grabbed my ass in the elevator and said I'm glad you're a bottom. I said, "I thought we were just going to make out." We both laughed. We got in the room and sat on his bed and he turned on the television. We chatted and finished our drinks and started to kiss. He was a great kisser. He was slow and tentative at first but realizing how willing and easy I was, he was more insistent and his tongue was in my mouth and I was sucking it pretty fast. Next thing I know he had my hands over my head and was on top of me and kissing me while rubbing his hard cock on my cock. It felt so good. I wanted to suck his cock so much as he was rubbing it on me. After making out for a while he got off me and we rested for a minute. He then unzipped his pants and told me to suck his cock. I leaned over and undid the belt and pulled his pants and briefs down and started sucking his great cock. Man this was a hot man and he had such an amazing cock. I was loving it. I licked the head and sucked the tip gradually lowering myself down until I was taking most of his cock in my mouth. I came off him and lick the sides and got my mouth back on his cock. I was trying so hard to get more of him in my mouth. He put his hands on my head and started pushing my head down. Soon his cock was all the way in and I was gagging some. He let me up and said, "Get naked." I stripped off my clothes and he watched as he took off the rest of his clothes. He was gorgeous. I jumped back on his cock and started sucking him again. He then got up and told me to lay my head back off the bed. He slipped his cock back into my mouth and started fucking my mouth. I was moaning as I was loving the feeling. He said, "Ready to get fucked bitch." I said yes. We got in position with him between my legs and me lying my back. He grabbed my legs and lifted them up. He rubbed his wet cock on my ass crack. Then he pressed his cock on my hole. I asked if he had a condom and he said no. He asked if I had one and I said no. I said, "Just fuck me. I want to feel you inside me." He pushed the head of his cock on my ass until my outer ring popped open. I grunt and he leaned in to kiss me. As he did his cock slid in my ass more. I grunted again but sucked his tongue and kissed him as the rest of his cock pushed in my willing ass. I was so turned on. I wanted him to fuck me more than anything else in the world. He started fucking me and it hurt at first but I started to open up for him more as he kept fucking me. I heard moans and noises and realized that it was me making all that noise. His cock felt so good. He said, "Fuck yeah man. You have a hot ass." I told him he had a great cock. He slid all the way out of my hole and slammed all the way back in. He said, "That cock?" He slid out and slammed back in and said it again, "you mean that cock is a great cock?" I said yes. He slid all the way out and slammed back in and said, "you like my raw cock in you don't you slut?" I said yes. He started really fucking me hard then. He was piston fucking me. Then he slowed down and then sped up again. He said, "I'm close. Where do you want me to cum." I said, "Wherever you want." He said, "I'm going to breed your ass bitch." He slammed his cock in me a few more times and then exploded in my ass. It felt like a flood inside me. I was so turned on that I came right then. We collapsed on each other in a heap. We were sweaty and panting and in post-sex glow. He pulled out of me and laid on his back. I turned and curled up on him. I told him what a great fuck he was. We stayed that way for a few minutes with the television on in the background. I felt his cum start leaking out of my ass and I got up to go to the bathroom. As I got up, he pulled me back to the bed and ran his finger on my hole picking up some of his cum. He smiled at me and said, "So much for safe sex only in your a4a profile huh slut?" We laughed. I got back on the bed and he fingered my cum lubed ass. He was getting hard and he turned me over and slid his bare cock back in my ass. This time the sex was all me on my stomach and him fucking me really forcefully until he came in my ass again. His cock felt so good. I do love being slutty.

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

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

Repost from Bareback Bible The hottest was with six men on one. I led my buddies in a sudden bathhouse dog-pile on a frisky but negative little college wrestler who stumbled into our poz orgy. He enthusiastically fucked a couple of us raw but then got real bareback shy when the subject of him getting boned came up. When we realized he was neg, we fell on him like wolves on a lamb. His sweet virgin ass didn't have a chance. And we got him so that he asked for it first. Six single-minded poz men sucked and licked and finger-fucked him into total submission and agreement. And then we injected him with six poz loads, one by one. We were originally inspired by that hot gang scene in that one Xtreme Sex story where a bunch of poz and neg men got together for a weekend of raw and status-blind copulating. Three of us gift-givers recruited several horny young colts from the dance floor of this one tribal club, telling them to meet us at the baths at 2am. We spent about an hour chatting up and identifying hot men who hadn't taken it bareback yet but who were ready for some hot skin-to-skin action. Few asked about status, and those who did were openly told that there would definitely be poz men who would be looking to inject them with a hot load. We had done this twice before and had gotten roughly a 2-to-1 mix of gift-givers to willing receptacles --and not one neg escaped poz injection. Things didn't work out as well this time, though, and we wound up with 6 guys who were all poz. This little stud just happened to be at the baths that night and got drawn into our raging group fuck, totally clueless that it was bareback. We assumed he was poz because he had a cross-tattooed on his bicep, which we mistakenly thought was a plus sign. In any event, he was our seventh man, which allowed for some pretty steamy sandwiches and daisy chains. He originally expressed surprise when he realized that no condoms were allowed, but his impressive boner made his decision for him, and he dived right in. He would be filled with six nuclear loads before the sun came up. After the first couple of rounds of random mating, we all stopped and lounged around and got some drinks and just talked. As we were getting ready for more fucking, we went around and did an inventory of who had done what to who, and it came out that he was a very skillful fucker, but he had gotten really skittish whenever anyone had tried to mount him. Being the experienced virgin deflowerer that I am, I zeroed right in on target and said Maybe He's Never Taken It bareback. Six poz men immediately understood this to mean Maybe He's Neg, and all six looked right at him with unconcealed hope and lust. He got kind of flustered when he saw that six cocks were springing back to life with his ass in mind. He turned real red and involuntarily sprang a massive boner himself. It was cute as hell. Within seconds we had surrounded him and teased him and tousled him and started drawing him in. Six sets of lips, six tongues, sixty fingers - --he was overwhelmed and confused and happy by so much lust concentrated on him. He had no chance. The room would become an impregnation chamber. At one point we were kneeling on either side of him and were holding him up lying cradled in our arms. Two men were licking his beautiful tits, one was holding his head and kissing him, and the other two French kissed each other on either side of him with his nice big cock between their mouths. I had his hips hoisted up to my face with his muscular thighs slung over my shoulders, and I was alternately rimming his musky ass and finger-fucking him. As he started moaning and writhing more and more, we began coaxing him into giving us permission to inject him. Mmmm, Do You Like That? Doesn't That Feel Good? Oh Yeah, You Are One Hot Sexual Animal. You Like That Finger Up There? Wouldn't You Like A Nice Stiff Dick Up There Instead? We continued to lick and suck him, quickly anesthetizing his resistance. He eventually couldn't take it any more, and he blurted out Yes! Six men held our breaths, our hearts pounding in our chests. Yes What? I asked. Oh Man, I Need Major Cock Up The Ass, NOW! he gasped. We had our license to impregnate. I had him first. It was intoxicating. A couple of my buddies cradled him from behind, and the others continued kissing him and nuzzling and licking his nipples and armpits as I hooked his legs around my waist and rode him with a long slow deep thrust. I kickbox, and I have a very powerful ass and legs, and my thrusts are very forceful when I'm riding a man. Our coupling was athletic and easy and right. I was so hot for him that I came pretty quickly. I looked him in the eye and said I'm Cumming. He closed his eyes and threw his head back as he took my seed. My hips and ass did that jiggling little orgasm dance as I filled this hot little stallion with his first raw load ever. I took my turn kissing him as my buddies filled him with more poz cum. When we'd all had him, I buried my tongue in his nuts and made him bellow as I coaxed his own cum up out of him. I swallowed his cock and blew him as he erupted. His cum was the most delicious and satisfying thing I have ever tasted.

I had been horny all week not able to get out and play with any of my regular fuck buddies my hole was hungry. I was idly cruising squirt waiting to see if one of my regular fuck buds showed up, no luck. I was about to give up and log off when a chat request popped up. I didn't recognise the user name, but the pic looked intriguing, and older daddy type in reasonable shape. "Hey you looking to play?" Indeed I was, the horniness was driving at this point, "Yeah mate, you can host?". A few seconds passed before the response "Yeah, here's my address be here in half an hour" And with that I quickly put on my come fuck me out fit, a tight jock strap, tight little white footy shorts and a dark singlet. I jumped in the car and drove over, with that nervous mix of anticipation and excitement, my hole twitching at the thought of some hot cock. I arrived at a fairly average house on a quiet street, no activity nearby, I realised all of sudden how late it had gotten, had to be close to midnight. Not that i cared, there was a slight chill in the air and I could hear some music coming from inside the house as I approached the door. I knocked, and heard some activity inside. The door opened to the guy from the pics he looked even better in person, he was wearing nothing but a towel and a smile "Hey mate come on in", I slipped passed and felt him admiring my tight arse in my shorts. I was in the living room, a big screen TV was playing a bareback porno, a guy on screen was getting it good and deep. This made my cock start to stir and strain against my jock, in the middle of the room between the lounge and the tv was a massage table. As I was taking this in my host had closed the door and dropped his towel. "I thought you might like a massage to help you relax". I was admiring his cock, had to be 8 inches and was only half hard at best. "That would be awesome mate", I replied and started to shed my clothes, I didn't need much encouragement at this point, and my cock was becoming uncomfortable in my jock. As I bent over to drop my shorts, he came up behind me cupping one of my cheeks in his hand, a finger ever so slightly working towards my hole. "Very nice mate" "Thanks" I don't get too many complaints I cheekily replied, "Bet you don't, if you don't mind I'm gonna give that some special attention when you're on the table, I have a special oil that will get you nice and slippery". As I got onto the table and positioned my head on the cut out, I said "Sounds good mate, been a while so I'll be a little tight". As I positioned my self I heard him getting his equipment together, then at the massage table head opening a cup with a straw appeared, "Gotta keep your fluids up mate" I took a big sip without even asking what it was, it was water but there was something else I didn't recognise. As I finished the contents of the cup I started to feel very relaxed and warm, I'd never done anything stronger than vodka and at first thought maybe there had been some in the drink. Then I felt his hands spreading warm oil all over my back, and as promised extra attention on my arse. He was kneading and spreading my meaty cheeks and I felt extra oil dripping on my hole. I was really enjoying the attention, and my cock was harder than it had ever been, a pool of pre cum between my stomach and the table. Then I felt something I will always remember, a sharp pain in my arse "Hey whats that", "Don't worry mate, just the special oil it burns at first but soon you won't notice it". He kept working a finger in and out of my hole running it all around the rim, and he was right the burning started to subside and it was replaced with a warm feeling and then a hunger, my hole started to open up and I then I heard this low guttural moaning, I thought it was the porn movie, but no it was me I was moaning for more. I felt him press more of his "special oil" into my hole, and this time he had two maybe three fingers inside me, I couldn't really tell but the other thing that was happening was I was raising my arse up to meet the strokes of his fingers. "Oh yeah I think this cunts ready for some cock", all I would do was moan in agreement "mmmhhhhh" "You gonna take my charged load in your cunt mate?", his charged load? what was he talking about?, all I wanted was his cock inside my hole right now! He was now on top of me, rubbing his cock against the opening of my cunt, teasing my hungry hole. "Your profile says you only play safe, but you don't want that tonight do you". He was right but at this moment all I wanted was cock raw and deep in me "I don't care fucking put it in me" I managed to slur out, "I can fuck you raw?", "yeah mate, fucking breed my hole I want your load" - I'd seen enough bareback porn to know the lingo. That was all he needed to hear, in one swift movement he positioned the head of his cock at my hole and buried it balls deep inside me, normally that would have hurt like hell, but instead I felt I finally had I what I needed, a big fat cock inside me. He started to pump me and all I wanted was this cock inside me forever. It felt amazing, sliding so effortlessly in and out coating my insides in pre cum. He pulled out without warning, "Hey", He slapped my arse hard, "Don't worry mate, we just need to relocate" He helped guide me off the table into a room at the back of the house, inside it was lit by only a soft blue glow, the walls lined with mirrors, and on one wall a tv showing an angle on the sling in the middle of the room, he helped put me into it and strapped my wrists and arms in place, then he disappeared for a moment I admired the view of my open arse in the mirrors it felt so empty and I could watch it pulsing hungry for cock. After what seemed like an eternity he reentered the room holding a needle and a rubber strap, "This is gonna make you feel even better mate", in my already partially chemmed up state, from the "special oil" I wasn't able to fight back, especially strapped into the sling, as he swabbed a vein on my arm, and applied the strap I mumbled some half hearted objection "nah mate I don't do needles". "It's okay mate, this will be worth it", and then he stuck the needle in my arm, a little blood appeared and then he depressed the plunger, I felt a slight warming in my arm, then he released the strap and I felt it hit me almost immediately, a head rush and several sharp coughs, then all I wanted was cock, as much cock as I could get. "How you feel mate", "Fuck me, give me that fucking cock" He smiled positioned himself at my arse and slid inside me, it felt more awesome than before even, he started working into me hard and fast. The sling swinging me in rhythm with his thrusts getting me impaled longer and deeper. And then he started "You gonna take my charged load boy, you gonna take Daddy's toxic seed in your cunt?!" "Yes fucking breed me, give me that load, I want that fucking load". And then I felt it the warm rush of toxic cum bathing my insides, he pulled out and shoved a butt plug inside me to hold the cum, didn't want to waste any. I was still horny, and wanted more, little did I know I would get it and then some. More to come....

I’m one of those bisexuals who has a lust for cock, but a strong dislike for (gay) affection. A man can shove his cock up my ass, but a kiss or cuddle is too intimate. Kissing is only for girls. I try to avoid the romance by going to cruising areas like parks, adult bookstores or a bathhouse, but even there some men really want to kiss. But I don’t go to those places for romance, I just want sex. I want to wrap my lips around a dick not around a tongue, and I have no problem if a guy wants to stick his tongue in my butthole, but not in my mouth. Still, I’m pretty shy and have some trouble saying no. Sometimes I just don’t get rid of people. In the bathhouse there was this guy who really fancied me. I don’t know his name, but I always saw him as a Mike. He wasn’t my type, I’m a daddy’s boy but he was a fit 40-something. Bald head, really long nipples, a very big cock with a metal cockring. I thought of him as the typical gay guy who loved leather and jockstraps, but for what ever reason, not the kind who interests me. Even if I wasn't particularly interested, once Mike caught me in the steam room he gave me a great blowjob and when he started touching my ass I really liked it. And his cock was pretty, albeit a bit too big for me, especially since I’m a small guy and I had trouble sucking on it. Yeah, I sucked his cock even if he wasn't my type. Sometimes a good cock will get you far too, hehe. Anyhow, after a half hour of sucking, he asked me if I wanted to go upstairs to a private cabin. When men ask this I usually say no. I love gaysex when I’m horny, but after I cum I lose my lust and want to leave the gayscene as quick as possible. Getting in a room results usually in an orgasm and I wanted to delay this. I want to cum 15 minutes before I want to leave and I wasn’t ready to leave yet. I tried to evade Mike by leaving the steam room and hopping in the shower, but that didn’t work as he followed me into the shower, taking the showerhead next to mine. Then, when I found myself turned towards the wall to rinse off the soap, I found Mike playing with my ass, including prodding my buttocks with his thick cock. I’m a safesex guy, so entry without a rubber is a 'no go', but the sensation of his bare cock between my ass felt great, and seemingly involuntarily I pushed my ass a bit back, accommodating his tool. He wanted to fuck me right there and then. However he kept missing my hole when he started poking. Ever had someone like that? It hurts when the guy stabs you the wrong way, so I took a hold of his cock and placed it before my asshole. What was I thinking? I practically gave him permission to bareback me. His fat cockhead finally slipped past my rectum. He tried to push some more of his fuckmeat in my bowels but it hurt too much. That and I was well aware of the unsafe practice I was doing. I whined that it hurt and I stood up straight and his cock slid out my ass. I apologized and quickly walked away, but my cock was raging hard. Not only did his raw cock feel great, somehow I found myself thinking barebacking, which I had deliberately avoided was hot and nasty. And it was dangerous so I would never do that again. Mike thought otherwise. He knew he had me. I think gay men know everybody likes raw cock. Especially those who say they don’t yet allow a few pumps. I tried to avoid Mike the best I could, however the bathhouse was really small. There are only two floors, the first floor has the steamroom and a dry sauna, the second floor was half a videoroom and half a darkroom with private cabins. Since I was still cruising Mike found me again when I was watching a couple on the public mattress in the darkroom. He wanted me to lay down there too, but I didn’t want too. Again he suggested we move to a private cabin, and this time I caved, justifying myself by thinking if I didn't play with him, he he would stalk me for the rest of the evening. In the room I lay down and he started sucking my cock and rimming my ass. His stubble felt great between my cheeks. He pushed my knees towards my chest so he had a great view of my puckered hole. “What about condoms?” I asked naïvely. "We don't need 'em," he commented, adding "besides, I'm not really gonna fuck you." I felt his cockhead rubbing against my ass, my own cock was rock hard so I believed him, or in any event decided I would allow him to slip into my ass a little bit and for just a few pumps. No cum for my hole. My saliva coated bumhole opened greedily for his prick. The first few inches of his massive fucker penetrated me with some ease, but the rest still hurt like hell. Pain and fear wanted to stop the fuck but Mike wasn’t ready to give up his fuckhole. I started wiggling my ass, but Mike had none of that. He pushed my legs even further towards my chest. I was leaning on my shoulders with my ass up the air so I had no control whatsoever. I was in the hands of Mike who wanted to breed me. My asshole felt sore but Mike relentlessly tried to push his whole cock up my ass. I tried to plead with him that we should use condoms but he responded "Just a little more.” I don’t know how many inches felt the warmth of my bowels, but I do know it wasn’t his whole dick. He finally pulled his cock out and my asshole felt relieved of the fat invader. Mike spat on my red hole and shoved his fucker right back in. It was like he was purposely trying to rupture the tender tissue. Suddenly he let go of my left leg. Since my awkward position I couldn’t see what he was doing. He was doing something to my ass or something with his cock. After that he pulled his cock out of my ass again and let my other leg go too. I immediately felt my sore ass. It was slippery and I checked if I wasn’t bleeding. There was no blood so I thought it was saliva. It puzzled me Mike just stopped trying to fuck me, like he was finished. Did he cum in my ass anyway? According to all the sexstories on the internet you should feel someone cumming inside your ass. It’s always described as jets of warm sperm that the bottoms feels being blasted inside him. I didn’t feel anything. However when I stood up there was a mysterious droplet trailing from my butt down my leg. Six months later I was again in the bathhouse, getting fucked by some guy in the darkroom and after he was done was replaced by some guy. Another man came and stood next to me in the darkness, and no sooner had the top blown and withdrawn than the second guy slid his middle finger up my hole, playing with the several cumloads which were marinating in my bowels. “You have a different attitude since we last met” he said. Only then I realized it was Mike. “I presume you got my gift." I looked at him. Yeah, I had indeed gotten his gift. He understood my silence, and asked “So, you like it?" I didn’t say anything back, instead kissed him passionately, enveloping his tongue with mine.

Why? Because i'm greedy. I want every cock and every cum load in my ass and I get jealous and pissed off if I see another bottom getting it instead of me!

Got hammered this afternoon by a Polish guy. When the borders opened in the EU there has been an influx of Eastern European workers, mostly blue collor workers like construction or agriculture. Found a message this morning from a guy from Poland. Said he was horny for daddy ass. I hesitated at first. His profile was mostly empty but the pics he sent of his cock were impressive. Big meaty cock and massive lowhangers. Decided to take the plunge. Told him to come over. He didn't waste time and minutes after he came in he hammered my hole and dumped a load. Cute but in a rough way and that cock and massive balls were magic. Made me cum too and then made himself comfortable in my bed. Told me he lived with 5 other Polish guys in a house to make money to send back to Poland. Ended up getting fucked by him two more times. Third time made me cum again. Didn't understand a word he was saying when he fucked me but it was incredibly sexy.

Preface: This story if 100% true. You also have to know I enjoy getting fucked in public situations. Last night I was in a slutty mood for cock, in fact, my hole was twitching, so I went to the local ABS here in town where there is an arcade where, after paying the admission, there are ample booths to cruise. Of course the arcade is hit or miss, so I decided to go to the all-male theater. I paid the admission, entered the theater and waited for my eyes adjust to the dark. Immediately I could see a naked guy going down on another guy. This has promise, I thought to myself as I took a seat in the front of the theater, enjoying the show. Soon the cock sucker stood-up and came over to me. He was about 6’, 190 pounds, had a somewhat hairy chest, and a nice cock, probably about 6” soft. I should say right now that during the summer months, I shave all my body hair off so I’m smooth all over. I find it very sexy myself, and it’s cooler. Plus, smooth guys get me hot. Okay, back to the theater. The guy leaned over, and jabbed his tongue into my mouth for a very deep, sloppy kiss, which I found very hot, so I kissed him back, our tongues swirling around each other. Feeling for his cock, I began stroking him, and as I did so, he slid his his hand down my tank and rubbed my nipple. Now, my nipples are the quickest way to turn me on, in fact, I call them my 'whore buttons': rub them the right way, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for a guy. I suggested we move to the back of the theater, where there is a small couch. We get back there and I strip nude. I don’t know how he knew I was a bottom, but suddenly he has me almost upside down, ass up on the couch. I’m so horny; I’m ready for whatever happens. He’s rubbing my ass and my hole, getting me even hotter. He puts lube on my ass and puts two fingers in my hole, rolls them around stretching me open, and then I feel even more fingers, which is even hotter. I’m hitting the poppers and flying. He starts to put his entire hand in my ass. I’m not new to fisting, but this wasn’t the place, and I didn’t have any J-lube. I let him know that that won't happen here. So he gently slides his rock hard cock in my hole. I love the feeling. I can feel the veins on his cock slowly moving over my outer ring. The sensation is glorious. Just what the piggy ordered. Slowly in and out a couple of times, then he plays with my hole again. I’m in heaven. I love ass play. While I’m lying upside down, he pushes his cock back into my hole and he leans over and kisses me. We play tongue hockey for awhile, and it’s at this point I beg him for his load in my hole. He doesn’t say anything, but stands back up, and pulls out. He begins jacking his cock, and just as he’s about to shoot, he slides it in back in my greasy hole. He started convulsing and moaning loudly. I feel him shoot his cum in my guts. I thank him. He gets dressed and leaves. Load #1. I stay in my upside down position. The guy that was getting sucked off stands up, comes over, doesn’t say anything, but slides his nice sized cock deep in my already cum-lubed hole. From what I could tell, he was about 7” cut. I groan because it feels amazing. He was a nice thruster, and he file me nicely. He kept up a steady pace of gliding in and out of my cum-lubed hole. I kept hitting the poppers. Suddenly he grabs my legs, thrusts in one last time, and unloads deep in my hole. He stays in that position for a little while, while he cums back down to earth. He gets dressed and leaves, never saying a single word. Load #2. I sit upright on the couch and watch some porn. Not good porn, but it did the job. I played with my nipples, just to keep them alive. After awhile an older guy comes in, drops his pants and tries to jack off, but I don’t think he got hard. Then this big guy, solid build comes in and sits on the couch in front of me. I didn’t really pay attention to him, until the old guy gets up and goes to the new guy and kneels in front of him, swallowing his cock. I lean over his couch and I can see a very nice cock on him. It looks very thick, and probably a good 7.5” cut. The guy getting sucked told the guy sucking him that he didn’t want to cum just then, so he got up went back to his seat. We all sat there for awhile, and I leaned over the couch in front of me where the solid guy was and checked out his cock again. He was waving it back and forth, as in an invitation, so got up and knelt in front of him. Remember, I’m nude, and no one else is. I eye his cock, almost in a worship-like state. I take his cock in my mouth. It’s pretty thick, probably about 7.5”x5”, and very suckable. I hit the poppers like it’s my last time to do so, and I’m consumed with this guys cock. It was amazing. Just the maleness of it was astounding. I taste some pre-cum coming out of his slit. It tastes so good. He asks me if I like his pre-cum. My mouth was full of his cock and all I could do was nod. The guy starts talking to me. “Suck my cock, faggot.” Normally, I don’t care for that word, but being on poppers, anything was fine with me. I work his cock slowly, and savor the feel of his skin. It’s warm, solid, and intimate. He tells me to suck just the head. I do this and he begins to moan. I drive him crazy with this for a few minutes. I look up at him and he’s staring at me. The most butch, masculine, and sexy look there is. At one point, he asks if I’m a bottom. I tell his yes. He asks how many loads do I have in me. I tell him two. I tell him that I’m a cum receptacle. He keeps up the dirty talk for a little while, calling me whore, slut, and I’m still huffing poppers. I grasped his cock to help guide it to my mouth, but he pushed my hand away telling me, “Don’t touch me, faggot.” My knees began to hurt being in that position so long, so I went back to my couch and sat down. The guy stood up and went to the old guy, who started sucking his cock again. I guess that he was the fluffer for the evening. While he was sucking the guy, I got in the upside down position again. Suddenly he pulls out of the sucker’s mouth, and says, “Let me fuck this fag.” I was one happy piggy. He comes over and puts his cock at my hole, and makes me beg for it. I tell him, “Please fuck me with your cock. I need it.” That seemed to do the trick. He just rams his cock in my hole. It was wider that the other two guys. I loved feeling full of his cock. It was a sense of complete satisfaction knowing that this guy had his maleness inside me. OINK! There was nothing gentle about this guy’s fuck. I didn’t care, I just wanted the load. After a bit, he says, “Stand up and lean over the couch.” I do. He grabs my hips and thrusts his cock back in my hole in one thrust. It nearly He may have been trying to get a painful reaction out of me, but I didn’t give him one. I was enjoying the ride. I was high on poppers and I had a wide cock in my hole. He kept the dirty talk going, calling me a faggot, a dirty whore, and a slut. I agreed with him, telling him again that I was a cum receptacle. He asks, “Do you want my load?” I begged him, “Yes, please, cum deep in my guts. I want it, I need it.” After two or three more thrusts, he says, “Here’s load number three!” As he’s filling my guts with his cum, he grabs my hips and holds on. I reach behind him and grab a thigh, to keep him in me. He pushes my hand away and tells me again, “Don’t touch me faggot.” He pulls out and gets dressed and leaves. Load #3. I stayed for a little while longer, but no one else came in, so I went home, all sloshy. I love that feeling of my ass filled with cum, and going out in public, while no one else has a clue about it. I kept all three loads all night long.

I have done it. Can feel really good. You can also use a catheter and go all the way into your bladder. The feeling is amazing. However, keep everything clean to avoid infection. Take it slow and enjoy the feeling. If you feel any pain stop. Only use sounds or catheters. It can also be hot to do it with another guy.

I hooked up with a guy visiting in a hotel today - thanks Grindr. He was looking for a blowjob. I was looking for a mouth and ass full. His texts gave me the room number and he said he'd be naked on the bed when I arrived. I got there adn sure enough, the room door was propped open. I went in and it was pitch black. I saw a sliver of light coming through the drapes and made my way to the bed. I felt for his legs and found nice, thick hairy legs and HUGE feet. I got between his legs and went to town on his meat. Big, but not huge, nice and thick, cut and meaty. He was silent until I deepthroated him and he moaned. He held onto y head and fucked up in my throat. This wen on for about 20 minutes before he scooted back on the bed, into a sitting position against the head board. I moved up and resumed suckin. He pushed his hand down the back of my pants and I took the hint - I got rid of the pants and shirt. He fingered my hole and had obviously spit on his fingers. Pretty soon he had me opened up and he said, "You want my cock don't you?" I mumbled a YES around his cock and he pulled out and with very little ceremony he layed on top of me and pushed his cock up my ass. Slowly and methodically I got filled up. I realized he was much bigger than I thought, height wise... he was butt fucking me slow and deep and held my hesd an talked hit in my ear until I felt him jerk a couple of times... and then he buried it up to the hilt and unloaded in my ass. He kind of bit and chewed on my neck a little and humped his cock n my ass until he went soft. He reached over and turned on a light --- MOTHER FUCKER he was hot as hell and hispanic. Needless to say, I left an hour later with two more loads in my hole and a date for brunch tomorrow before his flight home.

Eat ass long enough and they all bottom out!

I've never noticed a tops body looking any different than a bottoms. Tops and bottoms both come in all shapes and sizes. If you want to attract tops, it's more in your attitude than your appearance. Tops are dominate, bottoms are submissive. You can give off a vibe of submission when you encounter a man you want. I'm not saying act feminine, that is not the same as submissive. A top wants to know he will get to fuck you if he goes for it. It's all in your attitude.

Ok then, my favorite on here or anywhere else is the one standing behind me with a hard on.

It may be "high school", but it does show some appreciation towards guys who post here to tell them their attributions to the site are valued.

Well, you mentioned a "power bottom" tee shirt, which may be a bit too much if you're going out visiting not strictly gay bars. But Ajaxx63 sells tee shirts that say "catcher" with a baseball image. Those in the know will recognize what that means......

Get PrEP from KP San Francisco rather than South San Francisco. It is worth the trip. You will find a world of difference. The suburban Kaiser medical offices lack the volume and thus the experience -- if not also the competence -- to serve GLBT patients. Trust me on that one.If you really want to deal with SSF, have their ID doctor call Dr. Robert Grant at UCSF. I heard him speak last December, and he mentioned great success in briefly stopping Truvada in patients with poor kidney results, and then resuming it. The fact that the KP SSF doctor cited IPERGAY (results released this spring) as evidence for less-than-daily dosing is worrisome. This person might not be current on her reading. The conclusion that 4 pills per week are protective in men was reached over a year ago, in the iPrEx-OLE trial. (For other potential readers: new evidence shows much less forgiving results in women.)

Met a guy off Grindr today - been with him once before some years back and he loved getting sucked off. Offered to blow him and he accepted. Sucked his ridiculously thick cock and was surprised when he flipped me around and started eating my hole. Fingered me and got all dominant on me and pushed me down on the bed and fucked me like a dog. I don't think I've been fucked that hard, by such a thick dick in a long long time. He pulled my hair and pushed it in to the hilt and unloaded up my hole. My ass is sore and every time I move I remember him fucking my ass. I loved it.

ST. LOUIS - Did the anonymous hotel cumdump scene tonight. It'd been a while since I'd been fucked. Took 4 loads. Best fuck was from a 24 year old guy. Great cock and was hard the second he walked into the room. The rest were good breedings but that one really stood out! Thanks STL!

fucking hot, nothing better than getting fucked in public

Spent all night whoring my cum craving cunt out to random guys. 22 loads are in my hole right now, gonna push them into a cup and drink it.

I had similar encounter, played safe and finally met a guy I had been chatting with for several months who had mentioned he liked to fuck bare but it was not required. We met at this house, we talked, went to his bed room and got naked. I set out lube and condoms, after quite a bit of making out and oral, he had me kneel off the end of the bed, teased my hole with his cock head then just took my hole bare and fucked me a while raw. I freaked and pulled away and then sucked him off and swallowed. We chatted off and on for the next couple weeks, I was a bit hesitant to meet again, but finally did and didn't bother to bring condoms. He fucked me bare but did pull out when I asked, but knew he was precuming in me. About sixth months after seeing him regularly, he was fucking me bb, I was laying face down him atop me, and when he said he was close to cumming, I just laid there silent and felt his cock spasm and knew my hole was finally being bred. Agree, his breeding me was the ultimate way of him making me know my place and I so enjoyed it. I know he knows I love it!

Bathhouses simply aren't a "thing" here in NYC. Don't waste your time. It's all about private sex parties--which is ok because it's cheaper and busier than the bathhouses. (I miss the venues like steam rooms, mazes, etc., but the sex parties can be really good.) Check out http://groupsexinthecity.com updated by some good samaritan in the city. Be sure to check out the post about how to find the right sex party for you. Some cater to certain races or body types, some require an email for entry, etc. So plan ahead. I agree with plowmeraw about CumUnion though. I took 19 loads one time. I'll never understand how I'm still neg...

We on a camping weekend with my partner and friends. The place has some nice amenities and a trail for other activities. My partner and I play together and separately. There is nothing special about the trails just paths in the woods and camping spots near by. I found out that they built a glory hole on the trails. So while mu hubby was playing volleyball, I went exploring. Eventually after see who was on the trail, there was no one so I went the glory hole. There was a old guy there late 50's and a nice uncut cock. I wasn't picky so I approached him and fondle him. It grew to a nice size so I got on my knees and suck him. It continued to grow and I deep throated him. His moaning said I was doing a good job and my reward was coming soon. He came and I swallow a nice creamy load. The next evening hubby was not feeling well and he went to bed early. I decided to make a return visit. There was another guy there. Nothing special but I sucked him too. I walked around and there were a few people around so I went back. In the place were 3 people. One was topping the other and the 3rd was sucking the bottom. I watched try to participate but I came too early. We arrived home and hubby was horny and wanted to fuck. I was read,y so I stripped. My husband is 5' 7" 200 lbs with 7" and a 00 ga pa. I wanted to fuck bad so he plowed me good and dropped a load in me. I still wanted more so I went online to a4a. I went to my black men of which I have 2 regulars. Neither one of them was free but another one hit me up. He was 6', 169,34 w and had a picture of his dick. He was available and I was not worried about his age and size. He did say he liked a guy in a black jock so I put on me Nasty Pig jock. We he arrived, I led him straight to the bedroom. We began to undress and he liked the jock I was wearing. He started kiss me and I kissed back. Then he started playing with my ass and I was moaning. He kept playing with my ass and then dropped the shorts. HOLY FUCK! HE HAD A MONSTER DICK!!! I could not get me hand around it and it was at least 10" long! Fuck! I did not have any popper either but it was still going in my ass! I got on my knees and suck that cocked. It stretch my mouth and opened my throat. I sucked for all it's worth! After I sucked it I got on my back on the bed I was ready for that monster. He lubed it and started to enter, OH FUCK! What have I gotten into! I'm not going to be able to do this. Fuck it... I bore the pain/pleasure. He fucked me on my back taking my breath away. After what seemed like an eternity he flipped me over and drove home until he came. GODDANM,FUCK,BRRED ME! THAT WAS THE BEST FUCK! Afterwards he said he like my jock. Next time I'll put on some more gear and get some poppers.

My take is that everyone think they deserve a 10, even though they are barely a 5, and will rather die waiting for one than to have sex with another 5. I`ve been cruising and fucking for over 35 years and things have changed. It used to be that a hot guy was enough, now the hot guy has to be the absolute hottest god with at least an 8 because anything below is a waste of time I see this when I cruise for an orgy or a 3way with guys I just met (during my travels). These guys maybe hot, but nothing like the bodybuilder-dropdead-gorgeous-type that stops traffic. but when we cruise on bbrt or sruff, none of the available guys in the area are good enough. True story, two weeks ago (and this happens all the time). In my hotel room in Miami with this other guy (somewhat hot guy around 45 yrs.). I get this guy (exactly like the photo, I got if from bareback station on FB, not the actual guy but he could be his fuckin twin) hit me on scruff. Around 25 yrs old, bb and ready to come to our room in 20 minutes. The asshole I was with actually asked the guy “dick size?”, because somehow a "10/10 muscle and willing stud" was still not enough for him. I kicked the asshole out and had the 10/10 come, and he was like the pic. All this to say that sex is dead in major cities because everyone think they are worth so much better than what the other guys have to offer. Fuck I miss the early 80s Steve

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 would love to have a total stranger take me and ues me to his satisfaction, even if this meant that all his friends and even strangers used me too.

Got bred by a fat Asian cock last night, after many months of not bottoming. He opened me up slowly but fucked me mercilessly after he got in; there was definitely some blood too. I felt at least 6 pumps of sperm inside my Asian hole. Looking for more, now I'm hooked.

This could be hot. You can also trade cum rags.

I'd give you my smooth boy cunt anytime sexy daddy!!!

I was spacing in and out, enjoying the sensation of the new bigger plug in my hole, the chems flowing through my body had me all worked up. Mikey came back into the room, this time with a third guy. I recognised this one from a previous one night stand, Dave, but he'd been the bottom that time. Dave was maybe 25 if he was a day and clearly worked out, a buff gym tight body, big smooth chest, thick arms. He had a big smile on his face as he admired my position in the sling and the butt plug filling my fuck hole. "Outstanding...you want some more cock whore?" "Yeah, mate, I need more cock, fucking fill my hole" "I plan on it" He dropped his shorts to reveal a nice thick 7inch cut cock, it was really thick and growing to attention. Mikey came up behind me and this time he positioned a bottle of poppers at my nose, holding one nostril closed "breathe deep baby". I did as I was told, deep breaths from one nostril, then the other. A few seconds later the rush hit me, as it did Dave started to remove the butt plug, it sprung out of my hole with a rush of cum. "Oh fuck you been busy with this one already Mikey!". Dave threw the butt plug to one side and positioned his cock at my opening, he slowly began to slid it inside me. Too slow, I wanted him to pound me, fuck the hell out of me. "Faster Dave, fucking give me that dick". "Not so fast baby, your going to enjoy this". He kept his slow deliberate pace, filling my hole with his cock in a slow deep thrust. Then once he was balls deep he held it there, leant down and kissed me deeply grinding deeper still inside me. Then he leant back and started to slowly and rhythmically thrust into me, the pace was just this side of too slow for me I wanted more, almost as if his thick cock wasn't enough for me any more. "I dunno Mikey, I don't think cock is doing it for this boy any more", Dave said as he kept sliding in and out. "I know Dave, I think you might need to fist punch that cunt" In my haze the only part of that sentence I could process was fist, they were going to fist me, but I was way too tight for that. My hole had always been tight it's what guys loved about fucking me, I could milk their dicks with my arse. As I was trying to process this, Mikey placed the poppers at my nose again, I started breathing the fumes enjoying the sensation mixed with the slam. Dave pulled out of my hole, and kneeled behind me then I felt his fingers exploring my opening. First three, then four, he started working them in and out of me, my hole opening and closing more slowly each time, then he added the fingers from his other hand, stretching and probing. As this was going on I was still breathing the poppers, and moaning like a bitch in heat. The feel of his hands working my hole open, stretching it were amazing. I was having the greatest ride of my life. "I think he's ready now" Dave pulled both hands from my hole, then I felt his knuckles pushing inside me, "Oh Fuck" I moaned "It's okay baby your so open and ready, take another hit on the poppers and I'll slide right in" The poppers were back and I breathed deep and held it, as I did Dave pushed is fist inside me, "OH MY GOD FUCK YES", he held it for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the intrusion, there were so many sensations all at once I took another hit of the poppers, and then he started to work it deeper inside, before pulling back out again. "Oh Fuck YEAH!!!, fucking fist punch my cunt!" I was begging for his fist back inside me, it wasn't cock but it was somehow better, I had no idea what was going on but here I was strapped into a sling one dude feeding me poppers the other fist fucking my hole as I moaned and begged for it over and over. "Fuck Me Fuck Me Fuck Me Fuck Me Fuck Me". As Dave continued to work his fist in and out of my hole I started to space out.... ...I don't know what happened, I think I passed out from a combination of the poppers and the slam, I woke up and I was lying on a bed in a room I didn't recognise. As i started to stir, I realised my hole was empty, I slid my hand down to explore it, every touch from my finger like a bolt of electricity shooting through me, it was empty and need to be filled. I was softly moaning fingering myself when a door opened and light from the hall spilled in as five guys entered the room and gathered around the edges of the bed, naked and stroking there cocks, Mikey was amongst them and they were all looking at me like I was about to be the main meal, "Fill my fucking hole", I lied back and spread my legs and arse cheeks wide..... More to come.

Part 9 Eric and Shaun swapped places and Shaun had Bobby clean his cock as Eric fingered the boy. Shaun held Bobby's head because he knew Bobby would like it and he told Eric how much Bobby wanted to be held so Eric put his arm around Bobby and squeezed him tight as he fingered him. Shaun asked Bobby if he was happy being held by his two men and Bobby went into another orgasm which answered the question. His cock started to get hard so he slowly fucked his little brother's throat and held his head as he told Eric all that he learned about Bobby. Eric listened and then teased Bobby about his wanting to be seduced, chemmed and pozzed. Bobby purred like a kitten in response. Eric sent Shaun to get cleaned up and get the place ready as he talked to Bobby and decided what the future would be. Since Bobby liked being the innocent boy Eric told him that he was to be their little boy and he put Bobby's thumb into his mouth and told him that Shaun and he would be his new parents and would hold and love him, Bobby again went into his orgasmic convulsions but didn't cum as his cock had already gone dry. Eric told him that he looked like a real boy since he couldn't cum and told him he was never ever to jerk off again and certainly would never top. If Bobby touched himself then he'd be put in chastity. Eric told him that on his birthday he wanted Bobby to be fucked by 21 guys, one for each year. Bobby assumed that meant tomorrow and didn't know that tonight at midnight it would happen. Seeing how Bobby knew and wanted to be corrupted Eric told him that he'd find some nice babysitters to watch him and he better be a good boy or he'd tell the babysitters they could spank him. Eric decided he'd keep Bobby spun all night but not completely twisted and set up a pipe and gave it to Bobby. As Bobby smoked Eric told him that even though he was nearly a 21 year old man that he was to emotionally and in his behavior become a little boy in his head. He should always suck his thumb at home when he didn't have a cock or pipe in it. As a little boy you'll do what your Daddy or big brother say even if you're scared Eric told him and saw the boy's eyes show he was high again and he had Bobby get on the floor on his knees and told Bobby to be a good boy and drink as he started pissing down the boy's throat. Bobby was rubbing his hole with his thumb as he drank his Daddy's piss and Eric told him that when he wasn't sucking his thumb he should put it in his boypussy. Bobby loved being used but didn't like the taste but told himself that there were probably more things Eric or Shaun wanted that he wouldn't like but he knew he could do it because he wanted to be their boy. Eric knew they'd all have fun together and wanted to spend a few minutes with Shaun so he sent Bobby to the shower and told him not to come out until every hair except his head, eyebrows and eyelashes was gone. Bobby walked to the bathroom and Eric saw he was again sucking his thumb and hoped one day soon to find the boy doing so in his sleep. Shaun was setting up the bar as Eric walked up behind him and put his right arm around him as he held out the pipe in his left and told Shaun to keep smoking until it was done. As Shaun smoked Eric told him he loved him and how much fun they were going to have with Bobby. Eric told him he was a man and his lover but Bobby was their boy and he'd love him too but Shaun was his number one. Eric knew over the next few weeks and maybe longer he'd spend a lot of time with Bobby and wanted Shaun to feel secure. By the time Shaun set the pipe down Eric was ready and pushed him against the wall and pushed down his shorts and smiled as he slid into Shaun's ass as he knew he would be prelubed. Eric stroked Shaun as he fucked him and told him he was never to stroke Bobby. Eric came quickly and after having Shaun clean his cock he dropped to his knees and blew Shaun. Shaun was so excited that he shoot off quickly and then Eric stood up and kissed Shaun and shared his load with him. Eric filled in Shaun on the plans for the night then went and got his party supplies ready as Shaun finished setting up for the party. Bobby shaved his body and found he liked the smooth look and knew he'd never look like a man all shaved and smiled because he was a happy boy. He was about to piss in the shower as he always did but instead he laid down and pissed towards his face and got some in his mouth and swallowed it but wished it was Eric's. After drying off he walked to his room naked and saw Shaun sitting there with a pile of clothes. Shaun dressed his little brother just as he did when they were younger. Bobby loved the attention his brother made to the little details. He put him in tight white boys briefs and when Bobby saw himself in the mirror sucking his thumb and wearing just a white T-shirt tucked into the white briefs he got excited and as Shaun brought a polo shirt he saw the boy cock was chubby and growing and actually looked massive in the size 14 briefs he stopped and rubbed Bobby's crotch making the boy moan. He then told his brother to lift his arms and put the shirt on him and then whispered into his ear that he needed to learn to ignore his cock and only think of other men's cocks and his boypussy. Bobby for the first time realized that his cock wasn't going to give him pleasure and asked if it was ok to hurt it and Shaun said he was sure they could do that. Just as Shaun picked some tight jeans Eric came in and gave him a butt plug and said he wanted Bobby's boypussy plugged all the time. The plug wasn't big but had a real thin neck making it comfortable for longtime use. Shaun had Bobby pull his briefs down to his thighs and then bent him over the bed and told Bobby to lick the plug and Shaun licked his hole. He couldn't believe how much he wanted to eat his brother all day and regretted not doing it years ago. Eric passed Shaun a shard and said that should keep his pussy hungry for a while and said he needed to leave the room before he mounts the boy again. Bobby enjoyed knowing that Eric wanted him. Shaun pushed the shard in then the plug and had Bobby stand and pulled up his briefs. After the jeans went on Bobby started wiggling his ass showing the bump was working. Between his tight jeans, bubble butt and his wiggling Shaun thought he looked like a walking advertisement for legalizing raping boys. Shaun smiled and thought the guys tonight were going to love his little brother and he got his worn Yankees cap and placed it on Bobby and told him to stay in his room until he or Eric got him. When Shaun found Eric in the kitchen he told him Bobby was dressed but he had him wait in his room. If I stayed near him for another minute I was gonna rip his clothes off and fuck him again. Eric was amazed at how much Bobby brought out the top in Shaun and decided to remind him that like Bobby he was a sub for Eric and he told Shaun to pull both of their pants down. He spun Shaun around and bent him over and spit on his hole then he pushed a shard in and two fingers pushed it deep, then he had Shaun pull up his pants and get back on his knees and suck Eric's black tool. Eric told Shaun that he could fuck Bobby tonight in front of everyone but otherwise he too was going to be a cumdump. Tonight both of you will be knocked up and then bobby's pussy will become a hole for all of our friends but your pussy is for me only. But since he knew how hungry Shaun could get he wanted the two brothers to use double headed dildos together often and maybe even tonight they could put on a show. Eric didn't cum as he wanted to save it for later but he spit in Shaun's mouth just before the first guest arrived. As Shaun went to the door Eric went to get Bobby but first grabbed a pipe. Bobby was lying on his bed and looked so young and innocent he made Eric hard again instantly. As he rubbed his crotch he saw Bobby stare at it and asked the boy if he had rubbed his own but Bobby told him he didn't and he loved wiggling his butt with the plug in it. Eric told Bobby to sit up and handed him the pipe and told him to use it. Once Bobby had taken two hits Eric took the pipe away and said that's enough for now and that the first guest arrived. They walked hand in hand to join Shaun and their guest.

For overall pigginess and verbal fuck talk, I'd say Matt Sizemore. I love his attitude, his big dick, the way he enjoys a fuck, and when he flips with guys, it usually makes me cum.

I got bred by a hung guy I met, we were togetehr a long time, he got like 3 loads inside me when he had to go, and like 1 hour later my bf came to visit me and fucked me 2 times that night. Oh if he knew how much cum I had that ay

By the way, this is the picture I had on my desktop when I introduced Dylan. Pretty fuckin cute, huh?

PART 6 As Grant’s dick slowly churned the poz cum inside Conrad’s fuckhole, my bro just kept grinning—a less angelic grin than before, almost a little evil—and his eyes radiated the dark intensity of a truly trashed-up chempig. “I’m so proud of you, bro,” I said to him, and he looked at me with that same grin. “This is fuckin’ amazing, bro,” he replied. “Ever since you put that needle in my arm, all I can think is dick. Dick. I need dick. I love dick. Fuck, dude! DICK.” That made everybody laugh. “I’m glad to hear that, boy. Slamming should do that to a bottompig like you.” Conrad growled hungrily, then turned to Grant. “Fuck, Daddy—that felt so good. Your cock, your cum. You fed me exactly what I needed, exactly where I needed it. Poz cum in my raw hole.” Right around that moment—as Grant and Conrad continued their Daddy-bro bonding with filthy pigtalk punctuated by the occasional deep kiss—my phone buzzed. It was a text from Rick, my buddy at the front desk of the bathhouse. If you’re up for another conquest tonight, he wrote, I’ve got a candidate for you. Hot little self-righteous condom-Nazi with a gorgeous furry butt. I replied right away, telling him that Recruit #1 was already a trashy slampig, so I had time to bring another boy to the dark side. Rick texted right back: Fuck yeah! You’ll find him sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi. I want to see his pupils get bigger than fuckin quarters. And then I want to destroy his slammed-up hole. (This is why I love playing with Rick: for him, innocence is only acceptable if it’s up for immediate destruction.) I didn’t want to miss this boy at the Jacuzzi, so I grabbed Jason—Grant’s furry pigboy—and asked him to give me a hand. Then I pulled Conrad down from the sling and said it was time to rinse off. I assured Daddy Grant that his boys would return soon, then ushered Conrad and Jason out the door with their towels draped over their shoulders. As the three of us walked past a steady stream of half-naked men—many of them leering at us, some reaching out to brush their hands against Conrad’s boyish skin—I explained how the two of them could help me nail my newest victim. When we arrived at our destination, the three of us parted ways: I went to the Jacuzzi, and Jason and Conrad went into the group shower. (At this particular bathhouse, anyone sitting in the Jacuzzi can ogle the dudes in the shower—the two areas are only a few feet apart.) As for Rick’s boy, I caught sight of him immediately. He was maybe in his mid-20s, short and compact, with a perfect dusting of fur across his muscular little chest. A little bit of scruff. Rugby players’ legs. A nice piece of uncut meat between his legs. And that face—the kind of angelic face that demands to be stuffed full of cock. As I slowly walked down the hot tub stairs and submerged myself in the water, I made sure that my cock stayed above the surface long enough for my new target to see it. He saw it, alright—and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stared back. And as I sat down on the ledge across from him, I cocked my head to indicate he should sit with me. He didn’t hesitate for a second. As he walked my way, I got a clearer look at his ridiculously defined six-pack, not to mention his rapidly-growing cock. Best of all, when he spun around to sit down on the ledge next to me, I got a quick peek at his ass. Rick wasn’t kidding—this boy had the kind of butt that gangfucks were made for. We started with a little small talk. His name was Dylan. He was a grad student, and he’d been in the area for about six months. But just as I began to turn the conversation in a more filthy direction, everyone in the Jacuzzi started pointing to the showers—and once we looked, we couldn’t stop staring, because Jason and Conrad were putting on quite a show. This was all part of my plan, of course. I’d instructed Jason and Conrad to walk into the shower area as if they didn’t know each other. I’d told them to choose adjacent showers. I directed Conrad to begin soaping up his hot young jockbutt, and I told Jason to respond by jacking his stiffening cock. By the time Dylan and I started watching, Jason was already fingering Conrad’s hole and asking him to squeeze out a little cum from his last breeding. We watched as a thick stream of white jizz came streaming out of Conrad’s butt, which earned an audible grunt of appreciation from the cumpigs in the hot tub. By the time Jason pushed Conrad against the railing of the Jacuzzi and started pounding him raw, I was rubbing my finger across the surface of Dylan’s tight little furry fuckhole, earning a little moan in the process. His cock was rock-hard as he openly gaped at the bareback fuckshow in front of us. “Pretty hot, huh?” I said, continuing to run my finger across the entrance to his hole. “Fuck yeah—it’s definitely hot. But not for me, man—I play safe, you know?” “Oh, that’s cool—so do I.” He turned to me and gave me an appreciative smile. Then I leaned over and whispered in his ear: “And I have rubbers in my room. So when can I fuck you?” He didn’t answer, but simply stood up and walked to get his towel, the muscles in his butt flexing with every step. He glanced back and gestured for me to join. Following close behind, I watched him clamber out of the Jacuzzi, his leg swinging up to the edge as he climbed out the side of the pool—a maneuver that briefly exposed his fuckhole. One way or another, I said to myself, consensual or not, this boy’s butt is taking my raw dick tonight. Just then, the fuck between Jason and Conrad was reaching its noisy climax. Jason was asking my lil’ bro all sorts of questions: do you like being a fuckin’ bareback slut at the bathhouse? Do you like giving up your wrecked pighole to total strangers? Are you gonna take loads in your slopped-up hole all fucking night? Conrad didn't answer, exactly, beyond a half-coherent litany of nasty pigspeak, his slammed-up brain unable to perform basic processes while that big raw dick was pounding his hole. He just kept saying things like fuck, fuck, fuck, breed it fucker, fuckin’ A, fuckin’ use this hole, use my hungry cunt. Knock it up. Please, please knock it up. Fuck! Goddammit, you hot pig motherfucker… Then I heard Jason start to breathe heavily as his dick slapped faster and faster against that cum-flooded hole. Then came a few more questions: You want my fuckin’ load in your slopped-up hole, huh? You hungry for my cum? You wanna get fuckin’ pregnant, dude? Yes, shouted Conrad, nearly delirious with hunger. Fuckin’ yes. Fuckin’ breed me. Please. Please, please breed me. I’m so fuckin’ hungry for that seed. Ohmigod—ohmigod—I feel it—I feel it—fuck yeah! Gimme your load, dude. Thank you. Oh, fuck! Thank you. Thank you. Ohmigod—FUCKER! Everyone in the hot tub could see Jason’s whole body shake as he unleashed his poz cum inside my lil’ bro, Conrad grinning like a little kid as he milked that dick clean with his hungry jockbutt. When Dylan and I turned to leave, I caught a quick glimpse of Jason’s softening cock, coated with fresh seed, pulling out of Conrad’s hole, only to be replaced right away by some random dude’s veiny, precum-dripping Daddy dick. My lil’ bro let out a guttural moan of approval as the new cock invaded his ass—and the whole time I just kept brushing my fingers against Dylan’s twitching, furry muscle hole. First, we took a brief detour to the front desk. I told Dylan that I needed an extra towel, but I actually needed to give Rick a signal that a new corruption project was underway. As I picked up the towel, I gave Rick a little wink, and he replied by mouthing the word “Oink.” As Dylan and I walked away, I looked back at the front desk and held up both hands, mouthing “10 minutes.” Rick answered with a thumbs-up while flashing an evil-pig grin. Back in the room, Dylan climbed up on the bed, got on all fours, and immediately began sucking my dick. Bobbing up and down on my poz shaft, he instinctively arched his back and aimed his hole at the ceiling. I fixed my sights on that quivering cunt, imagining just how incredible this negboy’s fuckhole would feel against the skin of my poz cock. I leaned down to kiss Dylan. It was important to make a good connection with this kid, to gain his trust. I’ve found that a good makeout session can help establish that kind of instant connection, especially if the boy is affectionate and eager for someone to take care of him. That was Dylan, all right—I could tell he was a sweet one. I wreck boys like him all the time: nice kids who somehow fall under the spell of a guy like me, a guy who lives to see virgin boyhole oozing thick white sperm, preferably streaked with ribbons of pink and red. Cum and blood: the keys to initiation and brotherhood. Dylan kissed me hungrily while I kept toying with his fuckhole. “Just curious, boy,” I whispered in his ear. “Do you like to get tied up?” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Just as long as you don’t make the knots too tight. I kinda just want the illusion that I’m tied up, you know? I need to be able to escape if necessary.” “Oh, of course,” I replied, reaching into my bag to grab a handful of rope. I looped a few coils around his wrists, then made a loose knot on the bedposts so that he wouldn’t feel trapped. “That OK, boy?” He nodded with a big grin. I leaned down to kiss him again, and his body trembled with hunger and excitement. “I can’t wait to feel my cock slide inside you, Dylan. You’re such a sexy little fucker.” He responded with a happy murmur as I reached into my bag. OK, that’s enough affection for now, I thought to myself. It’s time for things to take a nasty turn. First, I grabbed a piece of piss-stained fabric and shoved it in his mouth. Then I reached up to the knots on the bedposts, and with a simple tug I tightened them so that Dylan couldn’t move his arms. His eyes grew wide, and he attempted to use his legs as leverage, but it was no use—I’d already pinned his thighs with my knees. “Sorry, kid,” I said. “When I tie a boy up, he’s fuckin’ pinned until I say otherwise. For real. No escaping, understand? Tonight you’re mine.” As Dylan attempted to scream through the fabric, I heard a knock at the door, followed by a key entering the doorknob. I looked back to see Rick come in with our buddy Santiago, another staff member. (Santiago, you see, is the kind of ruthless Latino top who just isn’t happy until he sees blood on his dick.) “Excuse me, guys, but we heard sounds of a struggle in here,” Rick said to me, doing his best to sound genuinely concerned. “We just wanted to make sure everything’s alright.” Dylan tried screaming again, but I muffled him even more by placing my hand over his mouth. “Everything's fine," I assured him. "I do have one small problem, though: I need some help getting this boy under control. See those ropes on the bedside table?” Rick nodded and grabbed the ropes. Dylan, meanwhile, was trembling with fear—and that’s a major turn-on for me. When I see a boy get scared because he’s no longer in control, my cock twitches and I start drooling precum. I mean, look: there’s nothing hotter to me than watching a boy break. I love breaking ‘em down until they finally surrender and start begging for the raw dick they’ve always wanted. As Dylan kept trembling and whimpering, Rick and Santiago each grabbed a leg, bent him in half to expose his fuckhole, then secured his ankles to the bedposts. He struggled from time to time, and his head kept shaking back and forth in silent protest. But these protests were feeble—he knew he was fucked. I turned to Rick. “In the nightstand, you’ll find a needleless syringe. It’s all ready to go. A nice big fat dose.” He handed it over to me, and I inserted the plastic tip into Dylan’s hole as he gave me a pained, pleading look. “Don’t worry, boy. This is just some very, very special lube.” Then I pushed the plunger in, releasing the drugs into his fuckhole and bringing Dylan one step closer to the world of chemsex. With the chems quickly finding their way into Dylan’s system, I reached into my bag to grab one of my specially prepared condoms. (The preparation is pretty simple: I slice off the reservoir at the tip, so it only takes a few deep thrusts before my mushroom head bursts through the weak end of the rubber.) I held up the condom for Dylan to see, and relief flashed across his face. We were being safe after all! Then I rolled it onto my dick—making sure my boy didn’t catch sight of the hole at the tip—before pouring some lube on my shaft. Finally, with a slow thrust, I began sinking my poz dick and its useless rubber into this helpless negboy fuckhole. His cunt was warm and hungry from that giant booty bump, and I had no problem going balls-deep on the first push. I pulled back a few inches, then buried my dick all the way once more—at which point I felt my cockhead burst through the rubber, and my precum-covered cock got its first exposure to the warmth and wetness of Dylan’s unprotected fuckhole. A moment later, I pulled back out. The broken rubber now covered about two-thirds of my cock, and a string of precum connected the tip of my dick to the warm hunger of Dylan’s hole. “Sorry, dude,” I said to him, “Looks like the condom broke.” Fear entered his eyes again, and he tried to say something through the fabric stuffed in his mouth. “Dylan, I can’t hear what you’re saying. Don’t worry, though—I’ll ask somebody else. Hey, Rick? Look at this rubber. What should I do?” Rick shrugged. “Take off the rubber. Fuck his hole raw.” “Fuck yeah,” said Santiago. “Just breed that fuckin’ uptight faggot.” I looked back at our boy. “So tell me, boy: Should the three of us just bareback that sweet fuckhole of yours?” Dylan was screaming again, shaking his head back and forth, trying his best to fight his restraints. “Sorry, buddy—I really can’t hear what you’re saying. I guess we’re just gonna go with the majority, OK? Which means I’m gonna pound my cum deep inside you.” And with that, I ripped off the rubber and shoved my raw dick into Dylan’s partied-up butt. I leaned into him, looking directly into his eyes as I began to pump in and out of him with long strokes. He was starting to cry, but that just made my dick harder. “Don’t cry, buddy,” I said to him. “We’re only gonna fill your butt with three raw loads, that's all. You love bareback sex, don’t you?” “Well, at least part of him does,” Rick said, pointing to Dylan’s cock. It was rock-fucking-hard. “Your dick’s pretty hard, Dylan,” I said to him. “I guess some people might call this a rape. But what do you call it when you're raping a cunt that secret loves it?” I noticed that Rick and Santiago were starting to get naked, quietly unveiling the biohazard tats on their chests. And as I expected, Dylan saw the tattoos almost immediately, his eyes going wild with distress as he tried to yell through the muzzle. “I think he kinda likes the biohazard symbol,” said Santiago. "That makes two of us, Dylan," said Rick. "I'm glad to see you're so open-minded about taking our poz cocks bareback, even though we're not on meds." Either Dylan was exhausted or losing his voice, because he hardly made a whimper when he heard that. He just closed his eyes and quietly took my dick. A few moments later, as my pace quickened and my balls tightened, I leaned closer to Dylan. “I’m about to blow a fuckin’ load, boy. Where do you want it?” Now he was crying in earnest, still shaking his head back and forth, still making the occasional whimper. I turned to Rick. “I’m not sure, but I think he said he wants my cum in his hole.” “Yeah, that’s what I heard. Knock him up.” And then Santiago chimed in: “Fuck yeah, dude. Poz that sweet little butt.” At that, I felt Dylan’s hole clench. “His hole just squeezed around my cock. I think that means he’s consenting.” “Fuck yeah it does. Go for it,” Rick said. “Get this boy fuckin’ pregnant. Rape him full of the bug.” I turned back to Dylan. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? My unmedicated poz cum seeping into your bloodstream?” Dylan just closed his eyes and tried to say something. “I really wish I knew what you were telling me, boy. You must be begging for my toxic load in your sweet little hole. You wanna get loaded up, boy? I certainly hope so, ‘cuz I’m breeding you—I’m fuckin’ breeding you, bitch. Hear that, fag? Yeah? You like it? You hungry for some poz seed? That’s what I thought you said. YOU LOVE IT. Well, open wide, faggot, ‘cuz I’m pozzing your sweet neg hole right…fucking…now.” And just like that, I force-bred Dylan with a giant load of my poz cum. He was clearly in shock as I pulled my cock out of his hole—eyes glazed over, mouth wide open. Rick climbed onto the bed and immediately thrust his poz dick into our freshly bred boy, laughing when he saw the near-catatonic expression on Dylan’s face. “I think this kid is speechless with gratitude,” he said, slowly working his cock in and out of our new cumpig. “So let’s make him more grateful. Don’t we have a little something to brighten his day?” “Of course we do,” I replied, taking a few prepared rigs out of my bag. Then I leaned closer to Dylan. “Listen, boy: You want to take our raw dicks, don’t you? Well, this will make it easier for you to be our poz cumdump. But if we’re going to do this, I need you to sit very, very still, OK? Because otherwise you’ll just hurt yourself. Do you understand? That means no struggling, boy. Got it?” As I was saying that, Rick placed a blindfold over Dylan’s eyes, then a tourniquet on his arm, all while keeping his cock lodged deep in the boy’s hole. Then he spoke to Dylan. “We need you to nod for us, boy. Let us know that you understand. You need to be still. Perfectly still. Got it?” A pause, followed by a slow nod from Dylan. “Good boy,” I said. “Now, you’re going to feel a little pinprick in your arm. Again, do not move your arm. Just keep your arm still.” During this little speech, I was busy inserting Dylan’s rig in my arm, capturing some of my blood in the chamber. Then I lined up that same syringe with a vein in Dylan's forearm. “Such a good boy,” I assured him. “OK, here’s the pinch. Stay still.” I inserted the dirty needle in his vein, then pulled it back to mix his blood with mine. “You’re being very good, boy. Just stay like you are.” It only took a few more seconds to push the contents of that fat rig—including a fresh infusion of my poz blood—into the boy’s bloodstream, remove the needle, and release the tourniquet. There was a sharp intake of breath from Dylan. Then Rick moaned. “Dude,” he said. “I love fucking a boy’s hole when he gets slammed up, because his butt gets about 10 degrees warmer as soon as you administer that hit.” As Dylan began a violent coughing fit, Rick’s eyes rolled back and he groaned. “Fuckin’ A. His cunt is convulsing with every cough. I’m not gonna last long inside this boy.” As for Dylan, after a few moments of near-panic, he began to relax. His head tilted back, his mouth opened up. He let out a deep moan. As soon as Rick heard that sound emerge from Dylan, he started working the boy's hole—and with every thrust inside that furry slammed-up cunt, moan sounded a little more like a hungry growl. I leaned closer to Dylan. “OK, slampig. How do you feel about raw cock now?” He paused, then slowly shook his head a few times, just like before. Then another pause. And as Rick’s cock plunged its full length into his hungry butt, Dylan started slowly nodding. “Wait—is that a yes, boy? Are you trying to tell me that you want raw dick?” He nodded again, more vigorously this time. “Is that slam making you hungry, boy? Hungry to get pounded and bred and pozzed?” This time, the nod was almost violent. I could even hear him yelling “Yes” through the fabric. “OK, boy,” I continued, “If we let you speak again, are you going to accept what we’re giving you? Are you going to be a grateful and obedient fuckhole?” Another nod. “Well, here’s your test. When I take this fabric out of your mouth, the first thing I want to hear is ‘Please knock me up.’ Got it?” A nod. “Good boy. Now do it.” I started to remove the makeshift muzzle, and I could hear him saying the phrase through the muffled fabric already. Over and over he said it—“please knock me up,” “please knock me up.” In fact, for those first 30 minutes of speaking, with that giant slam still rushing through his bloodstream, “please knock me up” appeared to be the only thing he knew how to say. And that was just fine, because getting knocked up was the only thing he really needed to do that night. I laid down next to him and whispered in his ear. “So tell me the truth: you’ve always wanted to be a cumpig. Isn’t that right, boy?” “Yes,” he replied. “I wanted cum so bad. Raw dick. Uninhibited fucking. I’ve been so scared, but I’m not scared anymore.” “Good boy. You shouldn’t be scared. You should be proud. Proud to take raw dick, proud to be a true bottom—a bottom who surrenders everything to his top—and above all, proud to be free from the fear of getting pozzed. You remember those dudes fucking in the shower?” "Yeah. That was fuckin' hot." "Well, those are my friends. I set that whole thing up. I asked them to do that in front of you, because I knew it would activate your inner cumpig. I knew it would get you thinking about raw cock, about anonymous dick, about embracing the needs of that hungry fuckin' cunt of yours." I took off Dylan’s blindfold. His pupils were enormous, but his eyes shone with an odd combination of happiness and hunger. “Thank you,” he said to me. “Thank you for giving me what I needed, even before I knew that I needed it.” We fell into a deep kiss just as Rick’s body shuddered violently, his dick delivering pulse after pulse of poz cum inside this slammed-up boy’s hungry hole. Dylan let out another groan, whispered "Thank you so much, you fuckin' stud," and went back to making out with me. Finally I sat up, looking him deep in those jet-black pupils. “One more question, boy. After the three of us breed you, what are you gonna do?” He shot me a devilish little grin. “You mean…other than hunting for more loads?” “Good answer,” I said with a laugh. “And if you think you’re hungry now, you have no idea what’s coming. Because it won’t be long before we’ll slide another needle in your arm to get you even nastier and trashier, you twisted fuckin’ pig.” With that, Rick waved his cock over Dylan’s face, all slicked up with a heavy coating of fresh cum. And without saying another word—like any good pair of pigs—Dylan and I helped each other lick that poz dick clean. MORE TO COME…

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…

PART 4 “Wait a second,” Jason said, growing suddenly serious. “Before we get this kid slammed up and pozzed deep, there are a few things we need to address.” “Yeah, bud? What’s that?” He looked down at my gym shorts. “First of all, dude, I really need you to unleash that cock. You’re about to tear through the fabric. And let’s see that hairy chest, too—get fuckin’ naked for me.” I looked down to see the outline of my dick hanging down my left thigh, straining against the shorts and leaving a visible wet spot as it drooled toxic precum. I gave Jason a cocky little smirk, then peeled off my tank top, running my hand down my stomach to pull the elastic of my shorts down past my cock and onto the floor. “Now what?” Jason wasn’t looking at my face anymore. He was transfixed by the sight of my dick, still slick with infected seed. “Well, second of all,” he said—and here I caught a demonic glint in his pitch-black pupils—“before we go to the sling room, I need to take a giant leak. Could you direct me to the nearest urinal?” Without another word, I took Conrad by the arm and laid the kid on his back. “Spread your hole, faggot,” I said, taking a moment to look into his eyes with deep affection and brotherly pride. Conrad gave me a blissed-out, boyish grin. Then he reached down to his little jockbutt, pulling it back to reveal the hole I’d seduced with Tina, penetrated raw, and pounded full of poz cum. “That’s good, bro. Fuckin’ beautiful. A little wider, please.” He dug his fingers in deeper and pulled his little cumhole wide enough that a small cascade of my poz offspring dripped onto the bedsheet. “So listen now,” I continued, “Jason and I are gonna show you something new, OK?” Conrad nodded, so incredibly eager to please—no questions asked. A true chemwhore. His eyes locked on mine again, and I gave him an almost imperceptible nod, as if to say: You’re doing great, kid. Jason rested the head of his raw cock against Conrad’s smooth, dripping boyhole. “OK, buddy,” he said to Conrad. “You ready? Here we fuckin' go.” My lil’ bro grunted approval. And then with a slow, single thrust, Jason sank his bare cockhead and veiny shaft into my boy, not stopping until his balls came to rest against the cum-trail dripping steadily from Conrad’s cunt. Jason leaned forward, pressing his dick even deeper as my lil’ bro breathed out a single word: “Yes.” Then Jason closed his eyes and concentrated on the task at hand. “Just stay perfectly still,” he said to Conrad. “Relax your hole for me, boy. There you go. Just like that. Keep it relaxed. Stay right where you are. I’m just about to—“ Before he could even finish his sentence, it happened: he let out a long, guttural moan as his mouth opened wide and his head kicked back. Then he slowly thrust his raw cock even deeper, emptying a bladder full of partypiss into my beautiful fucked-up boy. I don’t know how long it took for him to release everything he’d stored up, but one thing was clear: my lil’ bro’s guts were getting flooded. “How does that feel, Conrad?” I asked him. He shook his head slowly as if to say: No words. My dick bounced in appreciation as I watched my boy’s pupils dilate a little more with every wave of piss invading his hole. “Warm,” he finally whispered, his voice lower now, his face less boyish, like he was transforming into a man while I watched. “So fuckin’ warm.” Finally, Jason’s steady moan drifted into silence. He opened his eyes and glanced over at me. We both laughed. “I’ve been saving up that slampiss for awhile,” he said. Then his eyes closed again and he let out another primal moan. “Fuuuuuuuck—there’s a little more. A little more piss for you, kid. Jesus. Goddamn—I’m so fuckin’ glad my chems found a home. A perfect home. Right here, deep inside this eager fuckin' faggot.” Conrad just kept smiling. “I was born to be a faggot for men like you," he said with a little nod. My cock swelling with pride, I leaned over to give my boy a kiss. Then Jason let out a giant sigh. “OK, boy,” he said. “I’m gonna start pulling out, OK? Now, here’s what I want you to do: I want you to start squeezing that sweet little fuckhole for me. There you go. Squeeze it—just like that. Nice! Such a good boy. Now listen: after I pull out, I want you to keep it nice and tight, OK? We’re gonna give you a few minutes to soak up my Tina-piss.” As Jason’s cock slipped out of Conrad’s hole, I saw a single dark-gold droplet of piss escape—but that was all. Obedient as ever, my boy turned all his attention to keeping those recycled chems deep in his fuckhole, right where they belonged. “Thank you, fucker,” I said to Jason, grabbing him by the back of the head as we matched breaths in a hungry kiss. I pressed my cock against his tight stomach, then reached around to his furry hole. My fingers slipped easily inside him, enveloped in a familiar warmth and wetness. “Goddamn,” I whispered in his ear. “How many loads have you taken tonight?” “Just five,” he said with a cocky grin. “My poz Daddy has a rule: I can take as much cum as I want, but only if I share my unmedicated load with at least one boy. Preferably a negboy.” I growled. "OK, I gotta meet this poz Daddy of yours. So here's what we're gonna do: I’m gonna help this boy release the piss from his hole. Then we’re gonna meet up with you guys in the sling room. Got it?” “Got it, dude,” Jason said as he opened the door, his towel slung over his shoulder. “And hurry. I tell ya, my Daddy’s gonna fuckin’ love this kid.” “We won’t be long,” I assured him. With that, I grabbed Conrad by the arm and led him down the hall, showing him to the group shower directly across from the giant hot tub. I turned on the water, spun him around, and wrapped my arms around his torso. As we stood there under the water, I thought to myself: You think you’re high now, kid? Releasing this piss will take you to whole new level. And that’s nothing compared with what’s still to come. “OK, lil’ bro,” I said with my mouth resting against his ear, my hands brushing up and down the length of his tight little six-pack. “I’m gonna rest my cock against your hole, alright? As I start to press into you, just relax. Got it?” He nodded, and I reached down to position the head of my dick against that hungry little cunt. As I started to apply pressure, I felt his ass relax—and suddenly my cock was surrounded by a rush of warm slampiss rushing out of his hole. I thrust a little deeper, feeling a gutful of chems splashing down my legs. And then I couldn’t hold back. I began to fuck him, but only for a minute or so—just to feel his hungry hole pulse and twitch hungrily around my raw dick. As I kept fucking, the stream of slampiss slowed to a trickle. He moaned. And for the first time, with every thrust of my poz dick into my 18-year-old boy’s eager fuckhole, he began actively milking my cock. “Very good, boy,” I whispered. “You’re fuckin’ made for this. Aren’t you, lil’ bro?” “Fuck yeah, big bro,” he mumbled. This kid was totally in heat—the slampiss rushing out of his hole had taken him into the goddamn stratosphere. “I’m made for this. And I need it so bad. Your raw cock. Your amazing fat dick, deep inside my boyhole. Bareback me. Please bareback me. Please. You. Fucking. Stud.” “Listen, lil’ bro,” I said, easing off on my thrusts before resting my cock deep inside him. I looked up to see that a sizable crowd had formed around us, so I leaned in a little closer and lowered my voice. “As much as I want to breed you right now, we shouldn’t make that poz Daddy wait any longer. So get your towel, boy. It’s time for you to get slammed up.” We walked back to the room, my arm draped over his shoulder, my hand occasionally mussing his hair like an affectionate big bro. I stopped by our room for just a moment to grab my playkit—and then proceeded to the sling room. When we reached the door, I turned to Conrad, placing my hands on his cute little butt as I drew his body close to mine. “You sure you’re ready for this, lil’ bro?” “I’m ready for anything, big bro.” “Good boy. Then knock.” He looked at the door, hesitating for just a moment, then glanced back at me. I gave him a proud little nod. He grinned that boyish grin, then gave the door a solid knock. Footsteps approached. The door opened. Standing before us, naked and hard, was a man like almost no man I’d seen. He was a silver Daddy type, mid-40s maybe, with a lean and muscled chest covered with salt-and-pepper hair, a tight stomach, and a truly massive pierced cock. Best of all: right above his navel, in jet-black ink, he had a biohazard tattoo that expanded and contracted with every breath, as if pulsing with hunger. “Welcome, you fuckin’ pigs,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I’m Grant. And you better get in here, ‘cuz we’ve got some fuckin’ work to do.” MORE SOON…

PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…

Here is another hot HIV conversion story from the old bugshare site I am posting here for my bareback blog readers. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/04/conversion-story.html .......................... I was cruising at a porn shop and locked eyes with this cute boy. He was Hispanic, 5'8”, 160, with dark hair and innocent saucer eyes. He looked young—too young to be in a video arcade. He arched his brows and smiled at me. “How’s it going?” I inquired. “Okay.” “First time here?” “Yeah.” “You into guys?” Although the brevity of his replies made it difficult to read much into his comments, I was able to determine that my bluntness had taken him by surprise, but I was still encouraged: his bulging crotch belied his innocence. “Depends.” “Depends on what?” “The guy.” “Been in the back yet?” He shook his head. “Let’s get some tokens, and I’ll show you round.“ We went into the back video area. It was dark and we could hear moaning cumming from the booths—not all was soundtrack. A variety of guys loitered in the hall and insolently stared at us. I walked into to a glory hole booth and the youth followed me into the cubicle. I told him to lock the door and feed in some tokens. Scenes of engorged young boys fucking and sucking flickered across the screen. He sat close to me, so close I felt his body heat. I placed my hand upon his knee and massaged his inner thigh. His gaze was frozen to the tube, embarrassed by my wantonness. “Been with a man before?” “No” he shook his head. “Wanna try it?” “Yeah.” That was all I needed. I pulled his shirt off, kissing him on the lips and licking his nips till he was moaning. Simultaneously I undid his jeans. His hard cock jetted out below his briefs. His pants and jockeys fell to his ankles while I held poppers beneath his nose. “What's that?” “Aroma therapy—relaxes you.” He sniffed big time. You could tell how much he wanted to “RELAX.” I sat back on the bench and pulled off my clothing. His eyes popped when he spied my massive meat. “Wanna taste it?” He nodded. Gently but persuasively I pressed him down upon my rod. Another dick popped through the glory hole. “Suck It. Suck It all.” He apparently needed some inducement, so I gave him another hit of poppers. He took the cock down his hungry throat. I encouraged him, saying ”It’s okay. It’s safe in here. Mostly Bi’s and married guys. You needn’t worry.” I bent down to rim his ass. Naturally, he moaned in pleasure. I doused his crack with lube and, with some maneuvering, managed to rub my cock against his hole, slowly, very slowly pushing in. The cock on which the kid was sucking abruptly spasmed, and I was pleased to see the boy cough a bit: he had swallowed his first load. Another cock came his way. This time he showed no reticence. As his lips parted, I plowed his ass and plunged into his pussy. He groaned and twitched, but made no effort to push me out of his hole. I speared his cunt and pumped my deadly jizm into his rectal cavity. Preoccupied, he took no notice. I encouraged him to take one load of venom after another. Within an hour, he’d become a total pig. Mission accomplished, I dressed, unlatched the door, and peered out, and immediately spotted a guy with whom I had played. It was Rod, a poz black dude. I waved him in. He whipped out his infected shaft and slid into the boy. I whispered to the neophyte I had to go, and thanked him for the fuck. He groped me one more time and kept on sucking. Hunched over the bench, he took the large black poz cock up his man cunt and a dick of unknown status down his gullet. Rod stuck around to watch the action. I exited the booth, leaving the door wide open to a queue of would-be tops. A few weeks later I saw Rod at the local bath house. He mentioned in passing the youth had stayed until 3:00 A.M. and taken eight loads up the ass, and a dozen down his throat. As I made the rounds, I smiled, thinking how I would greet the young guy when I next saw him. Maybe Welcome to the club, boy!

I posted a fictionalized account of my first POZ load on Bugshare a few years ago. I can't find the original file, but it's hot enough that I thought I'd share it with you sick fuckers. The story below is much more like what really happened, but if anyone happened to copy my original story, please post it to the comments below. It was also called “Taking Juan's Load.” My boy was out of town and I was invited to a colleague's birthday party. When I got there, I was delighted to find Juan, a guy who works on the same floor in my office. We were both out about our sexuality at work, and both in relationships. He was also there stag, as his boyfriend was home with a cold. We sat next to each other during a very fancy dinner where much wine flowed. After a few glasses, everyone at the party started relaxing; ties came untied, shirt buttons were unbuttoned. By the time we cut the cake, me and Juan were both pretty tipsy. He looked into my eyes, and put his hand on my thigh, rubbing it higher and higher. His hand brushed my hardening cock, and he leaned over and whispered, “Let's get out of here.” I'm sure our host knew something was up. I'm not sure he could have missed my throbbing dick pressing against my slacks. We were all over each other as soon as we were in the elevator downstairs. I untucked his shirt, and was running my hands all over his furry muscled chest and tweaking his pierced nips. He was shoving his tongue as deeply into my mouth as it would go. We pulled ourselves together and raced through the lobby holding hands and onto the street, hopping into a passing cab. We gave the driver directions to my place, and continued making out. He forced my hand into his crotch, where I was pleasantly surprised by the HUGE cock waiting for me. He was already fully hard. I unzipped his pants, and worked his impressive uncut dick through the fly. He was already oozing precum, which I worked over the head, and used to lube the handjob. He was really gushing, and I couldn't help but lean over and taking his dick as far into my mouth as it would go, lapping up his juices. The thrill of cheating, and sucking dick in public made me harder than I had been in a long long time. Before long, we arrived at my building, urgently paid off the cabbie, who was grinning ear to ear. We ran through the halls until we arrived at my door, and ripped each other's clothes off as soon as we were inside my living room. His hot breath was all over me as he kissed all over my body, sucked my hard dripping cock to the base in one swallow. He spit on his hand and started working one then two fingers into my tight quivering hole. I knew he wanted to go all the way. I was nervous, as I had been in a monogamous relationship for quite some time, and knew I didn't have any condoms in the house. I always played bare with my boyfriend, and trusted that he would never fool around behind my back. Until now, I had never cheated on him. I told this to Juan, and he smiled, reaching over to the pile of his clothes, and pulled out his wallet, taking out two condoms. “Always prepared,” he said in his sexy light Latin accent. We were so hot for each other, there was no way we were going to make it to the bedroom, so he bent me over right there on the living room sofa, and rimmed my hole. He worked in three or four fingers with plenty of spit, and he paused to roll the rubber over his dick. He said, “You're sure about this? Even with a condom, this can be dangerous...” I didn't know then exactly what he meant, but I answered by grabbed his latexed cock and pulling it to my hole. My ass was loose and wet enough from his fingering that it swallowed his dick all the way to the balls. He was gentle, pulling out all the way and then slowly putting the whole thing back in. After a few minutes of this, I begged him, “Give it to me hard!” He tentatively replied, I want to go hard, but I don't want the condom to break.” “Oh screw the condom! Give it to me!” As soon as he picked up the pace, I knew he really had been holding back. He was pounding my hole like my boyfriend never could. Even with him rubbered up, it felt amazing. I was leaning back to meet his every thrust. This must have gone on for about ten minutes. My hole was completely numb, and my head was spinning when he pulled out and ripped off the condom. He was jerking himself to completion as I spun around. I knelt before him to swallow his load, but he quickly pushed me away, and shot spurt after spurt onto own hand, and wiped it up with a convenient tissue. A waste of a hot load, I thought. “Want to do me?,” he asked. “Hell yes, but only if I can rim you first.” “As long as you're okay with this,” he replied. The whole time we had been playing, I had been rock hard, and my cock had been bouncing up and down as Juan had fucked me. Now, however, it started to go down. Usually, rimming a puckered hole is a quick way to get me hard again. I bent Juan in half and started to go to town on his ass. His hole was really loose, and looked like it had been plowed more than a few dozen times. I pushed my tongue into his hold on the first lick, and had three fingers inside of him before long. My dick had sprung back to life, and I ripped open the condom to roll it on. Now, it had been four years since latex had touched my dick, and it withered before my eyes as soon as the condom came near it. I was mortified. Juan saw my horror, and knelt before me, sucking me back to fully hard. I tried again, but started going soft as soon as I had the condom on. I explained that it had been a long time since I had played with a rubber on, and he smiled, whispering, “Well, stick that dick in me, and I'm sure it will get hard again.” I shoved my shrinking cock into his hole, but it was no use. There was no way I could stay hard with the condom. I pulled out with a wet plop, and unrolled my dick. Juan smiled a wicked smile and said, “I know how to get you off. Don't worry about the condom.” Juan sat down in the corner of the sofa, and beckoned me to him, taking my dick into his mouth as I leaned into him. He began fingering my ass again, and my cock sprang back to fully erect in mere seconds. He grasped my cock, spread his legs as wide as they would go, lifted his ass, and pulled my bare dick to his hole. I looked into his eyes and asked, “Raw?” “Raw.” I leaned forward to kiss him as my cock sank smoothly into his velvety hole. He was loose and wet, so completely different than my boyfriend. I was frozen still as he worked his whole body up and down my bare cock. I was drunk and dizzy and not thinking straight at all. I might have fucked him raw for a minute or for an hour, I don't know. I snapped to as I was about to cum, and he pulled away from our kiss asking, “Are you close?” I answered with a grunt, shooting my first blast of cum deeply into his bare unprotected sloppy wet hole. Half of the next spurt went into his hole too, the other half spraying his furry ass cheeks. The rest went all over his balls, oozing onto the sofa below. He calmly asked, “Where did you cum?” I apologized saying, “It all happened so fast. I came in you a little.” He soothed me, saying, “That's okay. It happens. That's how it happened to me.” What was he talking about? He continued on telling me the story of how an ex had cum in him a little once, and that's how he got pozzed. What the hell??? I had just let a poz guy fuck me with a condom, and I had just fucked him raw!!!!! I felt like I had just been punched in the stomach. All of the air went out of the room. Juan could tell that I was freaking out. He then realized what had happened. He thought I knew he was poz and figured either it didn't matter to me or that I must be poz too. I realized that I had swallowed so much of his precum that I had already been exposed to the virus. I figured I could go to the ER the next morning and get something to try to fend it off. I sat back and regained my senses. He promised me that everything would be fine, and that it usually took a lot more exposure than one try to get pozzed. That was some sort of comfort. I leaned into his furry chest and nuzzled there for a few minutes, lightly teasing his nips. I noticed that his cock was springing back to life. He whispered to me, “I think I could go again if you're up for it. Whatever damage has been done has already been done. Want to go for round two?” “But we used both of the condoms.” “What do we need condoms for? I took your load raw. Don't you think it's only fair that you take mine too?” “But I'm neg.” “For now,” he replied. To my amazement, my dick was instantly fully hard again. I allowed him to turn me over and work his raw dripping cock all the way into my raw vulnerable hole. After another rough fuck, he came inside me, flooding my guts with his poz seed. I nearly fainted when I felt blast after blast of the virus shooting from his cock and becoming one with my hole. I fucked him bare again, this time not pulling out at all. He came again as I blasted off inside him. He rolled me over and wiped all of his third load of the night into my bare pussy. He kissed me again, hard and rough, and then quietly got dressed and left without another word. The next day at work, we saw each other in the hallway, and acted as if nothing had happened. When my boyfriend got back from his business trip, I didn't tell him a thing about my night with Juan, but I didn't want to fuck him either. I wanted to be tested and make sure I wouldn't infect him. I let him pound my bole for a month telling him that I was feeling like a slut bottom lately. He didn't ask questions and was happy to pound my hole without needing to give it up for me. I went to the clinic a few weeks later and got tested. It came back neg. I went again two months later. Still neg. Only then did I feel safe fucking my boyfriend raw again. I had had my first taste of poz cum and knew that I had already begun slipping down that slope. Now, years later, my boy and I have both opened up to taking and sharing poz loads. It all started with Juan's load.

Last night a buddy and I went to Fat Cobra in Portland for the first time. I used to go to an ABS in Houston when I lived there, but I always thought that the scene in Portland was a little...meh, y'know? Anyway, a buddy I had encountered on BBRTS suggested we go there together. He, like I, is a bottom. He was also horny, we were both curious, so I agreed to go. By the time I had cleaned-out he arrived and we drove us there. The Fat Cobra is one of those places where you step into a booth, put a dollar in, the lights go out, the movie starts. Oh, and there is a glory hole in the partition. We both entered the same booth and within seconds, even before we had put our stuff down (jackets, pants, lube, poppers) a black dick poked through the glory hole. Pretty soon we were taking turns on it, then we began licking it at the same time. The sexual excitement was building. I really wanted to fuck, but when I positioned my butt over the glory hole, the guy on the other side wasn't apparently interested because he pulled up his pants and left. Then a troll took-over the adjoining booth. He didn't want to suck get sucked, or fuck or get fucked, just look. Annoyed, we moved on to another booth, one that happened to have glory holes in two partitions. Soon enough a smallish dick appeared in the glory hole. My pal immediately went down on it, and and since I was hard and his hole was in front of me, I slid into his ass. We worked-up a good sweat and as the air had gone stale, we broke-off to catch our breath - and began making out. His body hair was really sweaty which utterly excited me; not to mention the shot of JD I had had before I left the house, and the strong aroma of poppers, I was as horny and hard as one can get without dying. I decided to remove all my clothing, right there in that filthy place, and as I did so, a pretty big and stiff dick showed up through one of the glory holes. We began simultaneously sucking on it, then after a couple of minutes I went back to fucking my friend while he sucked, switching off on occasion with me sucking the visiting cock while my friend sucked me. Finally my friend positioned his butt in the glory hole and apparently the guy on the other side was up to the invitation: my buddy's face said everything. This was the action for which we had been hoping. Very pleased, I presented myself to my buddy and he expertly sucked me while he was being fucked. After a few minutes I suggested we switch roles, and my buddy agreed. Fortunately the guy on the other side was patient and accommodated us. Man, the cock felt good. I had not been fucked in about a month and it was great , and the situation just made so much hotter, then my friend opened the door a bit to see if the noise was attracting anyone. The annoying troll was still occupying the adjoining booth and contributing nothing to the scene. Fortunately a nicely built hairy guy was interested in joining us and entered the booth. My buddy closed the door in order to get back to the sex-play. So there we were, three guys in one booth, and a fourth guy fucking me through the glory hole. My buddy and I sucking the new guy who, like the guy fucking me, also had a nice dick. The new guy, however, wanted more than a blow job because he turned my friend around and slid into his ass. My cock was hard-as-a-rock, so my buddy sucking me. Then we switched tops and luckily for me, the new guy blew his load in my ass, caught his breath, and split. Greedily I insisted my buddy share the other dick, so we alternated positions, switching off in the bottom role. During one of our switch-overs, the guy on the other side withdrew from the glory hole and whispered something inaudible through the glory hole. Unsure what he said, and not caring about issues of status, I simply "I want your load." To which he said "Yeah? Okay, it's your's." I re-positioned my ass over the glory hole and he slid home again, beginning a vigorous pumping. My buddy, ever helpful, held me against the wall so I wouldn't bounce away and so I could get it as deeply as possible. After about five minutes or so I heard the top start to moan and pant, his dick swelled even bigger for a moment and then I felt it: the biggest load ever, flooding my ass. We rested in that position for a minute, then I stood-up, enjoying the long withdraw of his cock from my hole. My buddy was quick to lick him clean and not beyond sticking his fingers up my ass and fetching cum and ass juices which he fed to me. Fuckin' pig! After that my buddy and I needed some fresh air so we dressed and left the ABS, reeking of sweat, poppers, and cum, yet thoroughly satisfied.