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1. I looked at my watch once more. It read 5:50PM; only ten more minutes of agony. There hadn't been a customer since 3:00PM; my manager had left at 4:30, and I prayed that one would not appear at the last minute. Thirty minutes earlier, I had tempted the customer fates by taking break in the back room; if one would come, it would have been when I had my pants down and my dick hanging out. Luckily, no one had come. I had changed into a jock strap and now the bright red waist band just barely peeked out from above my khakis. Outside, there was a slow drizzle still coming down. I didn't mind. It would make a last minute customer even less likely now, and the bath house would be even more crowded this evening. I looked in my backpack. The two booty bumps I had prepared before work were still there. All I had to do now was draw up some water and let it dissolve, and I'd be flying twenty minutes later. I did the math once more. Five minutes to close up. Five minutes to walk to the bath house. Five minutes to get settled in my room. And then five minutes to find a top to pound my hole. It meant could do the bump right before I locked the front door. Which, in turn, meant it was now finally time to fill it up and let it start dissolving. It only took a second at the stockroom sink to fill the booty syringe; I left it there for the small crystals to dissolve in the water. Back out in the sales room, it felt like an hour passed before 5:58 arrived. However, slowly, endlessly, it did. I sneaked into the back, dropped my khakis to my knees, and slid the thin tube deep in my hole. There was just enough lube left in my hole from cleaning out earlier that it went in easily. I pressed down the plunger and the cold liquid burned for a moment before it settled into a dull ache. It would be a few minutes before the tina soaked in and I savored the anticipation. I put the used booty bump in my bag, next to the one I was saving for midnight. There was also the pipe and torch, but those would be for later. I pulled up my pants back up and returned to the show room. The clock now read six o'clock. I was done and was completely free for the next four days. But my fates had other ideas. Right as I started towards the door, a man appeared from around the corner, and pushed his way into the shop. "Fuckin' A!," he exclaimed. "You're still open. Been a fucking bitch of an afternoon, running from store to store. You still got the new iPhones in stock?" "Yeah," I said. I shifted my weight, feeling those tiny few cc's of liquid shift in my hole. I had only a precious few minutes before it would hit. When it did, I wanted to be at the bathhouse, getting ready for a fat white shaft to slide into my hole. "Well, we were just about to close." The customer was a black man wearing a windbreaker and baggy sweats. I had gotten a lot better over the past few years, but I still hated dealing with them. It was always one problem after another: lost ID; wanting some blinged out phone; failing the credit check; after an hour of dithering, picking the cheapest one. I had never had a good experience with a black man. "But you have them?" I nodded, before I even realized what I was doing. "Good, he said, pulled down the hood from his ratty windbreaker. "Now, don't be a fucking cocksucker, and sell me a phone." I looked him over. He was tallish, maybe 6'1", with a definite muscle build. His head was clean-shaven, a smooth expanse of chocolate-brown skin. As I looked over his fine black body, I remembered my past. Of course, there was still the tattoo, but today, there was also the jockstrap. I had bought it at a leather store in Atlanta and the strap was decorated with Confederate flags. The tina was starting to work its depraved magic, and I found myself wondering how it would look; his fat black cock sliding into my white hole against the background of the racist symbol. It was always the first sign of the crystal kicking in; my imagination got more vivid, more extreme, searching out the taboo and dirty, the profane and depraved. I had never been fucked by a black man before. What I had been taught as a child was hard to overcome, but the tina was changing my outlook. At least I remembered the first rule of customer service. "I'm Mark," I finally said. "Hey, Mark! If you wanna take care of me, sell me the damn phone." I was quickly wrenched back to reality. He had caught me checking him out and I knew it would be the first of many betrayals the booty bump would commit against me. I looked back up at his eyes; they were neither friendly nor angry. They were just resigned. "Yo, Mark, it's cool. A good cocksucker can do things to my tool no girl would ever dream of doing. But first, I gotta get a new phone. Black. 32." "Gotta get it out of the back," I said, trying to focus on his face. I resisted the urge to look down. He was wearing baggy sweats and I knew if I looked down, I'd see the outline of his cock. In my mind, he had a long, fat black shaft. Mine, by comparison, would be nothing more than a tiny white one. "Sure man. You do what you gotta do," he said. "You mind if I smoke a quick one?" I was conflicted. I didn't really want him smoking any more than I wanted him in the shop. But if I made him go outside, it would take another five minutes, and that would be five less minutes getting plowed by an anonymous stranger at the bath house. "I guess," I said as I grabbed the keys. "Sure." In the storage room, I eyed my bag. A freshly loaded pipe was in there, not to mention the other booty bump. A quick hit seemed like just what I needed. I pulled the pipe out, staring at the pool of melted crystal at the bottom. It called to me, but I forced myself to put the pipe back in the case. The last thing I need was to get even higher. I had to remember that the booty bump had barely hit me. I had dosed myself with nearly a quarter and the weekend was only just beginning. I grabbed the box from the shelf, and went back into the show room. Even though I hadn't hit the pipe, I couldn't say the same for my customer. He had a long glass pipe hanging from his lips, and was carefully heating it up with a torch. From the slight haze in the air, it was clearly not his first hit. He looked up at me, and pulled the pipe out of this mouth. He just smiled, then exhaled a thick white cloud. I wondered if he knew it was getting recorded. If he did, he didn't seem to care. "You cool with this?" he asked, his tone letting me he didn't care if I was cool or not. "Needed to blow some clouds." "Sure," I said, putting the box on the counter. He was staring at me, and I was momentarily transfixed, like a deer caught in headlights. I licked my lips, first once, then twice, and a third time. He laughed. "Damn man. Your eyes are wide. Your head already up in these clouds?" "Yeah," I said. I was no longer stunned into silence, and was able to speak again. "Booty bump." "Well, damn man, I gotta catch up. But first, you gotta get that phone up and running man." "Yeah," I said. "Name? And your number?" "TJ. TJ Wiliams," he said and gave me his number. I quickly typed it in, as he savored another long slow drag off the pipe. I scanned in the phone, and waited for the activation sequence to finish. TJ did another two hits before offering me the pipe. "I know you're already tweaked," he said. "But a little more never hurt no one." I took the pipe. It was still warm and smoking and I inhaled deeply. The thick clouds filled my lungs, lifting me up and away from my mundane concerns. TJ was hardly a delay; he might even be the main event for the night. Unfortunately, right as I was exhaling, an error message came up on the screen. It was one I was far too familiar with; I was going to have to call the tech support line and get some stupid block cleared from his account. I had the number burned into muscle memory; it wasn't long before I had someone on the line. I tried to explain the situation, watching out of the corner of my eye as TJ hit the pipe a few more times. His hand had dropped to his crotch, and through the thin fabric, he was playing with his cock. Finally, the representative said he needed to talk with TJ. "He needs to talk to you," I said, handing him the phone. I tried to keep my eyes on his face, but a motion pulled my gaze down. The outline of his cock was clearly visible. It was a massive, thick rod already straining against the fabric of his sweats. "Yeah?" TJ said. He put the phone to his ear. "Hello?" he asked. "Hello?" He frowned. "Fuck that shit," he said, the anger palpable. "If they are going to put me on fucking hold, you're going to keep me happy." He pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free. "Suck my dick, faggot," he said. I hesitated, suddenly aware of the large glass windows facing the street. "Oh come on. I've seen how you've been drooling over it. You know you want it." With his free hand, he pushed me down to my knees, my face exactly level with his dick. I stared at the black snake for a moment, not quite believing where I had ended up. He wanted me to suck on it, to debase myself at the altar of his black cock. Involuntarily, I wondered what my father would say if he were still alive. It would have been bad enough that I was gay. It would be unforgivable that I was kneeling down in front of a black man and even contemplating sucking on his massive tool. "Come on cocksucker. You know you want it," he said, before pulling me forward onto his cock. By animal reflex, I opened my mouth, letting the black cockhead slide into me. So many years of my life had been spent teaching me how everything I was doing was wrong. Between the twin sins of sucking dick and hanging out with a black guy, it was hard to tell which was worse. But the combination of letting his warm cockhead slide into my mouth was a sin my father would have never been able to forgive me for. Nevertheless, I let it happen. This evening, it seemed like the right thing to do. It seemed like the absolute least thing I could do to improve this man's experience. As I nursed on his dickhead, I heard snippets of conversation. "Yeah," he said. "715 Oak St. Unit 5," followed shortly after by "5102." He listened a while longer, then finally said, "Thanks, yeah." and put the phone down on the counter. "Fuckholes," he said. "But it should be ok now." I looked up at him, his dick still nestled in my mouth. "One good thing, had you kept that up, I might have shot right down your throat." He picked up his new phone from the counter. "But now I can use your throat properly while we wait for my phone to sync." I nodded dumbly. I was still kneeling before this black thug, hungry for cock. "Take off your shirt, faggot." I didn't want to take it off, not for him. I had no idea how he was going to react; the tattoo was far worse than the jock strap. I was saving up, slowly, to get it removed, but for now, it was the reminder every morning and every evening of my youth, and the stupid choices we all make. It was simple, but powerful. A black eagle, holding a red Nazi swastika on my left pectoral. It had the unfortunate characteristic that the more I worked out, the more obvious it was. "Go on, cocksucker, take it off. Don't get all shy with me; you've had my cock in your mouth." I slowly pull it off, hunching over slightly, hoping against hope he doesn't notice it. But it was to no avail. "What's that faggot?" he asked as he pushed me back. "Fucking skinhead asshole, huh?" he laughed. "But yet, you gobbled down my big black cock, didn't you?" I nodded dumbly, trying to keep my balance as I leaned back, trying to stay out of range of his fist. He looked me over, and then started to laugh even harder. I dared to look down, and I saw the waist band of my jock strap clearly visible, the red flags almost glowing against my tan skin. "Fuck cocksucker. Just one racist asshole symbol after another, huh?" I try to protest but he slaps me. "Don't matter. I'll just take out a bit of insurance." He took the phone and swiped a few times. "Let's just get a few pictures of that sweet white mouth choking on my nigga dick." He smiled, as he spoke. "Just something to share with your manager. Maybe your white power facebook buddies as well." He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down on his cock, forcing it into my throat. Before I can react, he got a picture of my mouth wide open, his cock sliding in. Then he took another, one of me staring at him. Then a third, this one of me gagging as the head of his cock hit the back of my mouth. Finally, a fourth one, drool dripping out around my mouth and my lips tight on the anonymous and massive black cock. By the time I had recovered from my gagging and coughing, I knew it was too late. The pictures had been synced to the cloud, and no matter what I could do, he'd always have access to them. "A better attitude on your part and these pictures will be our little secret. Any bit of racist white shit, and it's gonna be all over the internet. You got that white boy?" I nodded, acutely aware I had no option but to comply, however hard it was going to be for me. I took another look at him, taking time to see him anew: his massive chest, taut abs, and then his thick cock. It may have been the tina finally hitting me, but I realized it was the most beautiful, most perfect cock I had ever seen. It was thick, almost too thick to wrap my hand around. It was long, like a foot-long ruler hanging out from his groin. It was hard, hanging down under the influence of gravity. It was the porn-star epitome of cock, requiring my obedience of its every desire, and my worship of every inch of it. A little thing, like a poor racist whiteboy gagging was a thing of utter inconsequential pointlessness compared to the pleasure his ebony shaft demanded. I opened up my mouth, and swallowed it again. Once more, I started to gag again when it hit the back of my throat. It was no easier physically. If anything, his cock was thicker and harder, making it more difficult to take into my mouth. But mentally and emotionally, it was an entirely different world. I was no longer choking down on a black thugs cock, a man beneath me in every way. I was now worshipping the most perfect dick in the world and giving my ebony God pleasure. With his guttural moans of pleasure, forceful thrusts of his hips and the salutary effects of the tina, I powered through the urge to gag and let his steel shaft enter my throat and dominate my experience. "That's it cocksucker. Gobble it up." Another spasm of gagging racked my body but I forced myself to stay on TJ's cock. "Come on, Mark," he continued, resting his hand on the back of my head. There was only the slightest bit of force from him, but it was enough to let me know I had to stay on my knees and take his cock. As the spasm slowly subsided, I got more comfortable with his cock sliding in and out of my throat. "Damn," he said. "I guess anyone on the street can see us, huh?" I nodded as best I could while impaled on his black shaft. "Probably should be doing this somewhere a little more, private, maybe?" he asked. "I mean, you do work here." I nodded again, my mouth and throat still filled with his cock. "You have anywhere more private?" Once more, I nodded. This time, at least, he pulled out enough for me to say something. "Stock room," I said as best I could. "Sounds good," he said. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, the fat head now glistening with a mixture of spit and pre-cum. It took me a second to recognize that it was my spit shiny on the black shaft, and that the majority of his pre-cum had dripped down my throat and into my stomach. I was already contaminated with the black man's pre-cum and it would only be a short while before he added his sperm to my body. "You go ahead and close up shop. I'll be back in the stockroom, waiting. Then we can finish this, um, transaction." Still on my knees but made brave by the crystal now coursing through my blood and invading my brain, I decided to make a different suggestion. "Well, I was going to go to the bath house after this. Do you want to come with me?" He smiled for a moment, torturing me with the silence. "Maybe," he said. I had barely processed his statement before the tina made another statement. However, it needed to use my mouth, my body to make it. "I'll pay for your entrance," I said. "Bath house," he said. "You mean, like a sex club?" "Yeah," I said. "Exactly." I was still on my knees, still right on level with his thick, hard cock. It was gently bobbing in time with each breath he took, and I thought I could see it throb with his every heart beat. I was fascinated by his black manhood. I had seen pictures online, but never seen a black cock so up close and personal. It was scary, almost evil, but at the same time, I was fascinated. As hard as it was to reconcile with my past, I was in awe of it. I needed to understand it, and the only way I knew how involved a night at the bath house. "Damn. So you're gonna get fucked there? Suck off random guys? "Yeah," I said, terrified, but knowing that it was the truth. And it was a truth I would have to confront at some point, no matter how hard I tried to repress it. "Fuck, faggot. Gonna get all loaded up, huh?" I nodded, not really wanting to acknowledge what he said out loud. But it was true. My plan had always been to get tweaked, head to the bath house, and see how many loads I could collect over the next twelve hours. Only now, at least one of those loads would come from a black man. I was momentarily repulsed at the thought, something so patently inferior and bad entering my body. But then I looked up and saw TJ looking down at me, a slight grin playing across his face. I would do anything to make him happy, no matter how debased it might be. "That I can get into," he said. "You lead the way." He pulled up his sweats, pushing his cock into them. It was still straining against the fabric and still plainly visible. I went into the back room, grabbed my bag, the empty booty bump syringe, and my jacket, turning out the lights and arming the alarm as I came back out. TJ was playing with his new phone, and looked up at me. "And don't worry. I've more than enough of this to keep us going all night," he said, shaking a fat bag of white crystals. I didn't tell him I had just as much in my bag. I turned out the lights, and locked the door behind us. The night was cool, the light rain still continuing. "Where we going?" he asked. "I took a bus, so hope it's close." "Yeah," I said. "Just down the street, actually." "Sweet," he said. We walked in silence. I wasn't sure what to say. All I could think about was how his cock had felt in my throat, and how badly I wanted his black meat in my hole. But that barely seemed appropriate out on the public street, even if it was relatively quiet and growing dark. Luckily, TJ rescued me. "You go here often?" I had been there every weekend for the past few months. I had long ago lost track of how many men I had let inside me or how many loads I had taken. But I wasn't ready to tell TJ about this side of me; he already knew more than I wanted. "Yeah," I said. "It comes and it goes." "And there's just sex going on? Anywhere?" "Well, there are private rooms. But sometimes in the halls or the dark corners." "Damn. Full-on sex?" "Yeah," I say. "Fuck man. And I've been jerking off all this time?" He laughed, right about the time we get to the door. It's a nondescript industrial building. The entrance is the only thing well-lit, a plain door that only reads "Private Club." I opened the door, and TJ walked in. I followed him and went up to the desk. I recognize the guy behind it; it's Dennis. More than once he has ended up in my room on his break, hitting the pipe, then hitting my ass hard. For a skinny guy, he has got a big cock, and he knows how use it. He smiled when he saw me. "Mark," he said. "Good to see you." He looked behind the desk and checked what rooms were free. Before I could say anything, he put a key on the counter. "Looks like we have an upgrade for you tonight," he said. "He with you?" Dennis continued, indicating TJ behind me. "Yeah," I said. "I'll get his locker." I pull out my membership and put it on the counter. "ID?" Dennis asked TJ. He pulled a wallet out of his jacket, and put his license down on the counter. "First time here?" Dennis asked TJ. "Yeah," TJ said. "I know you'll have fun," Dennis said and rang us up. I pulled out my wallet and opened it up to get some cash. TJ was standing behind me and was tall enough to see over my shoulder. As I counted out three twenties, TJ let out a low whistle of appreciation. I had gotten enough cash to cover the bath house as well as several rounds of re-stocking on favors. It made for a thick wallet. "All done," Dennis said, and buzzed the two of us in. He met us inside, holding a few towels and the keys to the room. "Gotta check your bags," he said. "What?" I asked. Reluctantly, I put my bag on the counter. If I had known, I would have taken precautions to hide the favors. "Yeah," Dennis said. "Boss wants me to make sure we keep our reputation." I repressed the urge to laugh. Of the several sex clubs in town, this one had the reputation for being the sleaziest. It was why I went. Dennis opened my bag, and started to look through it. At least I had already done one booty bump. It wouldn't be enough, but it would be better than nothing. "Hmmm," he said, digging through the bag. "I think you should know better." From the bottom, he pulled out two forgotten condoms, no doubt the relic of some ancient, mis-guided attempt at safer sex outreach. He tossed them into the garbage, before zipping my bag back up. "Yours?" he said, turning to TJ. "I'm not sure about this," TJ says. He's holding his bag a bit protectively. "Don't stress," I said. "It's just a formality." "I guess," he said, and put the backpack on the counter. Dennis unzipped it, barely looked in it, and zipped it back up. Dennis reached under the counter and pulled out a plain white envelope. He handed it to TJ with his bag. "First time. Welcome. I doubt you'll need it, but here's something to make it extra memorable." He winked at me before handing me the towels and keys. "342," he said. "I'll find you on my break?" "Sounds good." TJ and I started up the stairs. It was a Friday evening, so it was already fairly busy. TJ was staring in open wonder at the range of men walking around with nothing more than a towel. I was staring as well, looking forward to the rest of the evening.

I started thinking about guys more than girls since I saw my sister sucking her bf's cock when I was 13. After seeing all I could think of was being on my knees in front of some hot guy. At 15 i discovered magazines like Honcho and Blueboy. I spent hours and hours jerking off while reading stories about guy on guy fucking. Of course i was totally turned on by stories of bottom boys getting used. At 16 i discovered cruising. As often as i could - usually 3-4 times a week - i would be there on my knees suckimg off 1 or 2 guys before i got nervous enough to run home. That same year i discovered birdhouses. I woild end up there once or twice a month and again suck 1 or 2 guys before leaving. This pattern went on until i was in my twenties. From 20 to 40 i would go cruising Monday to Friday, sucking multiple guys. Saturday night i woild head to the bathhouse and spend an hour or two sucking every cock that cane through that hole. Lots of guys wanted to fuck me but i was too much of a pussy to let any if them. The irony there was after sucking off many guys i would head home and spend an hour or so fucking my ass withmy toys Soon after my 4Oth birthday i discovered treasure island media! There, right on my tv i saw what i always dreamed of being! Three weeks later it was blackout Thursday at Central Spa. I took the say off work and showed up, way to eagerly, half an hour after they opened. To make sure i wasn't going to chicken out, i had a few drinks on the drive there. I got a room, some poppers and excitedly got ready for what i hoped was my first bargaining. I used a plug to loosen up and the opened my door a bit, got on ny knees and stuck my ass in the air. Sadly the first few guys just fingered my hole and then left. Finally though this hot guy clued in and simply walled in, closed the door, dropped his towel and slid his hard bare cock deep in my ass. I had some poppers and told him he could fuck me as hard as he wanted - and he did! I was in my own personal bb slut heaven - taking my first bare cock for my first ever fuck. He gave me a good pounding and then slammed in deep and bred me! When he pulled out, i stood up and told him he just popped my cherry. In response he kissed me deeply then thanked me. That was the first of 6 anonymous loads i took that day. I was so proud of myself because i finally gave in to my true nature and became the slut i've always wanted to be. Since that day i have gone to every blackout Thursday to take as many bare cocks as i can. I also stop in most days at lunch or after work to be bred. It's really hot heading back to work and going to meetings with cum leaking out your ass. I haven't been tested but after so many years taking hundreds of bare loads i know i'm poz. My only "fantasy" left is for guys to vid me while they fuck me, showing my face and using my real name so everyone can see what a good cum dump i am...thanks for reading lmmm

LOUISVILLE - Had a hot one today! Early 20's mixed kid hit me up on Adam. His profile was brief but said he liked anon and public sex. I replied that I wanted to fuck in the park. He was in a top mood and said he was working at a Mall about 2 miles from my house. He must be cleaning crew or security because he was leaving at 10am when the Mall opened. He told me to come at 10am and we arranged to meet in one of the department store bathrooms. I waited in a jockstrap in the last stall. Sure enough, about 5 minutes later this HOT guy comes in and goes right for my hole. Within seconds he's got his cock in my bare hole. We hit the poppers and he's cumming in my ass within 2 minutes. He zips up, I flush the toilet to make it sound legit and he slides out. I clean up and slide out a few minutes later, fresh load in my hole. Was an awesome day!!

The next few entries are going to cover my very recent trip to Berlin. I stayed in Schoneberg for 5 night, I'm typing this as I've just got back my ass and cock are still tender and the memories are still fresh. I fly in to Berlin during the day and get to my apartment in less than an hour, it's a nice apartment with a great price, at first I couldn't believe it but I booked through ebab(a breedingzone user's suggestion) the week before I flew to Berlin I looked through both recon and bbrt to make up a top-do fucklist, I can now say that I never met one person from that list. I decided to take it easy for the first night so I looked at some of the tamer gay restaurants and bars in schoneberg. I came across one place that had a few people scattered throughout the bar, I sit up at the bar and politely ask "Sprechen Sie Englisch?" "A liddle?" the barman replies, he is very slim twinkish type who through some conversation, learned that he was from Prague and a singer, I casually asked him about the places in the surrounding area. "Well Toms is good for drinking and sex downstairs, there's New Action, next to that is the Bull, but don't go there, it's nasty. Everyone has AIDS" I can't get across tone in text form but if you could hear the disgust in his voice when he mentioned The Bull and his facial expression it might make you as uncomfortable as I was. Here's a guy who has no idea who he is talking to in Berlin, in the gay area and he says something like that to a stranger. One of his many favourite songs come on the radio and he begins to clap dance and wave his arms about while singing alone, putting on his own little show for the uninterested patrons, who seem like they've seen it all before. I finish my drink, and leave. I walk down to Cafe Heile Welt and head inside, it's a swank fancy bar, chilled out and full of guys and girls. The bar is full but there are some seats close by. As I sip on my third beer, I look around to see what kind of folk drinks here, seems to be the kind of folk who just out of the office, not exactly people I relate to. Then some older Italian gentleman at the bar raises his glass to toast me, I raise mine in return. We start talking, and he offers me a drink. After a while he leans in and start kissing, then he works his way to my neck(which I love) I grab at his crotch and he has a fat piece, he tell me to follow him to the toilet. He gets up and leaves. I get up after him, and as I walk in he is pissing into the urinal. He looks surprised that I followed him, maybe I misheard him. He shakes the last few drops of piss from his dick, it's a nice size, and looks semi-erect. He gives me a look and then looks down at his cock. I squat down and start sucking, I can taste the few drops of beer that leak out of his slit onto my tongue, and swallow him down to the balls, he pushes my head into his groin so hard that he stumbles back a little when my weight leans forward, he pulls his cock out, the only thing connecting us is the thick string of spit from my lips to his dick. "Would you like to finish your drink and come to mine?" "Yes please" I answer. I wasnt exactly searching for sex on the first night, but hey, I was ready for it. "Do you have poppers?" "I can get some" We walk up the street and he runs into a bar called Schuene to get poppers. I wait outside, as the door swings back open I can see from a glance that the place is a lot sleazier that the bars Ive seen so far. What lay ahead? I wondered. We get back to his nice apartment, and strip off and kiss, I suck his cock some more, as it grows I realise exactly what I'm in for. Oh dear. He puts me in the doggy position, a position I've never been most comfortable being fucked in for some reason, always makes me feel like I need to pee, but I go with it. Luckily he applies lube first, then slowly pushes it in, which catches my breath. Prior to this I hadn't been fucked for a month or two. It slid in and stayed deep for a while until my ass adjusted to it's girth, then he begins to fuck. Before long my legs are over my head and he's drilling my stretched hole. No mention of a condom and I didn't even go to the Bull, so much for that barman's skewed sense of how sex works. I moan in pleasure, "Do you want poppers?" I had totally forgotten about the poppers, was having too much fun. I take a deep hit from the freshly opened bottle, woah these are strong. I feel the thumping of my heart rate increasing. He starts to drive down harder, I feel his balls slapping my ass. So hot! I grip his hips and pull him into me, and deep and hard as I can. He spins me over onto my stomach, slams his cock into me all the way, wraps one arm around my neck and opens the poppers. Holding them under my nose as he grinds away inside me. The strength of the poppers is making me foggy and I begin to fade. He slams harder and faster as I go limp, my hole finally gives away and takes his pounding with no resistance. He moans, groans, and grunts and shoots ones right up into my guts. I pass out with exhaustion and popper rush. I feel tingling in my legs and come to. He pushes his fingers up into my hole, and then his knuckles really working his cum up in there. I turn around and kiss him then squeeze the last few drops of cum from his cock into my mouth. We sleep, go for brunch the next day and exchange numbers... By the time I got back to my apartment it was nearly evening, which meant it was time to get ready for a night out on the town. I wanted to check out TOM's, so I get ready and head out at about 10PM. I enter the club, there is a bar to my right and coat check to my left, there are a handful of people sitting at the bar and one of two guys on the benches opposite. I perch myself on the barstool and grab a beer. One or two overly confident scantily dressed guys pace the bar area cruising for someone to take downstairs into the darkroom. Two Arabs sitting next to me at the bar strike up a conversation with me. They are both thin and approx early thirties. One guy takes a shine to me and tells me all about himself, I'm not too interested and try to look for some other dudes while being polite. He tells me his fetish is feet and guys stomping food and making him(as a slave) eat it from the sole of their shoe. "To each his own" I thought. It's a relatively safe fetish compared to some of the activities I've gotten up too. "Can I lick your feet please?" he asks me. "Aaah it's not really my thing, I'm more bottom" at this point I'm ready to check out another section of the bar. He keeps pleading with me to just try it, then his friend also asks. There is only so many times I can say no, so I tell him just a few minutes. His face lights up. "Ok let me take you to the dark rooms". The dark rooms in Tom's are, well, dark. A pitch black maze, with audible groans and slapping and rutting going on. This gets me hard immediately. I have no interest in the guy I'm with or the kink he's into, but my imagination is running wild with the thoughts of sex I could be having. He leads me into a seated area and I take a seat. He then squats down and grabs my right foot and takes a large lick of the sole of my boot. God only knows what I've been stepping in down here, this guy is doing something I simply couldn't. But he's really getting into it, I push my left foot against his crotch to feel a hard lump. He then pulls off my boot and smells inside, all the while pushing my other foot harder against his dick. He then presses my (white) socked foot against his face and breathes in deep, just like he is taking a hit of poppers. I start to get into it, and I'm becoming aroused. He opens up wide and swallows all of my toes, pushes on my heel to get my foot deep in his mouth and makes himself gag on my foot. The idea of wet socks for the rest of the night is loosing appeal to me. So I tell him to take them off, he does this with pleasure. I then get the most awesome tongue bath I've every had, never experienced this before but woah, it's a hot feeling. After drenching both my feet in his saliva, I'm feeling horny as fuck. So I grab his head and bury it in my crotch, grinding on his mouth and nose and just generally humping his face. Before things can get interesting, his friend finds him and complains he's bored. At this point both men start arguing in a very camp annoying way. "Fuck this" I think, I'm going to The Bull. The Bull is a 5 minute walk from TOM's, I buy a bottle of Rush from behind the bar and make my way down. I get there and it seems from the outside like a very nondescript bar. My heart starts to thump, it's a similar feeling to that I got before I entered my first gay bar in New York. How far I've come since those days, what a difference a year makes, huh? I build up the courage and enter the bar. It's a small bar, dive like, with different porn playing on each TV all bareback, all raunchy. I check my coat in and buy an energy drink. I've had enough beer and need my energy up. There was about 3 people at the bar, so I went straight ahead to the back room. It had an area where people slept, I later learned this bar stays open 24/7 so people can nap off the alcohol or whatever other chemicals were coursing through their veins. There was a fuck bench, a sling, and a benched area all around with guys sitting jerking off. I walk around the backroom advertising myself to those who look like tops. One older muscled guy see's me and calls me over, he is sitting down playing with his soft cock, fully nude. I stand in front of him and he pulls up my t-shirt and kisses my stomach. Then forces me down to his crotch and slowly positions my face in between his balls and inner thigh. I begin to kiss him. Then move to his balls, they are nicely scented low hangers, I swallow both and look up to see his face, he nods in approval then pushes his soft cock in with both balls, so his genitals are resting deep in my mouth. I fondle everything with my tongue, and feel his cock swelling, I then work his cock. He likes me swallowing it deep, which I love also. When I eventually come up for air I get a whack across the face, and he pushes my head back down on to his cock and thrusts like hell. His dick is still only semi-erect so it's easy to take down my throat, it feels nice as it's large but soft. I come up for air and met with another hard smack across the face. He speaks something in German, "Ich spreche kein deutsch" I tell him, "You like?" he asks in a deep manly voice. I nod "yes". He turns me around so I'm facing away from him, then bends me over. He pushes his semi-hard cock against my hole, I try to push out to allow him to enter me, it bends against my hole then eventually pops in. He begins to fuck his soft dick into me deep and rough. He is quite aggressive, I start to wonder if it's because of his lack of erection. His eyes seem a little spaced, I wouldn't be surprised if he had taken something. This seems like the kind of place, plus at this stage it's early morning, and all the freaks are out He pulls out and makes me suck him again. I do my very best to make him grow inside my mouth but it isn't happening. I feel two hands take me from behind as I'm working this soft cock. The person takes off all my clothes, then penetrates me with two fingers. The cock in my mouth is swelling again. He flips me around, and jams it in again, there is a large black guy in front of me wagging his cock. I swallow it down like a good boy. I try to concentrate on both giving good head and squeezing his friends cock with my hole. I get a few hard spankings from both guys as I do my thing. I take a huff from my bottle of rush. I start to realise the sleaziness of the situation, it drives me wild, I love being used, and think of the mentality of the tops using me. It turns me on further. The white guy pulls out and his cock is still only semi erect. He shoves my head down to take care of it. I then feel the black dude at my back door, his dick really hurts going in, I take another large hit, I feel his dick press against my bladder, it's uncomfortable. I'm taken away from the sitting soft German by the large black guy. He throws me in the sling. Then enters me slow. I take another hit, I feel pretty high. He grunts and groans as his dick slams against my insides. I feel like my inner organs are being shifted around, I really want him to stop but don't want to pussy out. "This is what you wanted" I tell myself, "This is why you came to Berlin, so take it!" As I'm being skewered by this big black man he sticks his fingers in my mouth and grips my jaw, like a handle, and fires off like he's about to cum. He cums, groans and collapses on top of me. He pats me on the face to indicate a job well down. As his dick leaves my holes I feel some of the cum seep out and down my back, between me and the sling. I reach under to feel some and smell it, it's a strong cummy smell. As the black guy leaves a filthy looking skinhead parks himself right at my hole at the base of the sling. He slaps my open hole with his fat cock, it's not as large as the black guys, which makes me happy, as I get a break. This guy looks fucked, jaw is gurning, glassy eyes, piercings on his face, tattoos, very sleazy, very hot. He has a large metal cock ring at the base of his cock and balls. He slides his dick in with ease. It makes me tingle, I take another hit of poppers. My heart thumps in sync with the loud dance music(I guess that's why they play it) without hesitation he penetrates me deep, pushes against my ass hard, I feel the metal ring enter me, it's so fucking hot. He fucks away, balls slapping, he's dripping sweat on me, this guy is high and loving being inside my ass, and I'm loving it too. He pulls me into him, and we make-out, he tongues me deep. He grips both hands around my throat and squeezes. I get tunnel vision, sound becomes distorted. I wake up in the sling. The skinhead is fucking me like crazy whilst pushing down hard on my stomach, I feel the stinging pain that I have to pee. He's trying to get me to piss myself. But I simply can't. I ask him to stop, he does. "Would you like to go to my apartment?" he asks me in a strong German accent. I accept the invite. I pick up my clothes from the dirty floor, and get dressed, we head out into the daylight, it's blinding, the skinhead is dressed entirely in leather, he looks like a comic book character. I'm very turned on. He brings me back to his place. The more I'm with him, the more I notice how incredibly high he is. We get back to his and I strip off, he throws me on his couch and pushes my legs behind my head. He enters me dry, no lube, no prep. Slowly pushing himself deeper into me until it reached the cold metal of his cock ring. After some fucking, he takes his dick out, and presses both of his large smooth balls against my hole, he tries sitting down so they will go in. I push out hard to open my hole, some more of the black guy's cum pours out "Oh yaaah geile!" his balls slide into my ass. The feeling is incredible, it brings me directly back to new york during the meth binge. Only I'm not on meth, and I don't want to be either, I've achieve that level of horniness without the use of drugs. He fucks me for an hour or so more, as deep and as hard as possible, my hole has totally submitted it just craves cock hard fast deep. We both collapse on the couch in a sweaty pile. "Did you cum?" I ask, expecting the answer to be no on the count of the drugs. He smiles, "Three times". Hell yeah. Just what I needed to hear. I'm tingling and exhausted, I fall asleep for a few hours and wake up covered by a blanket with him sitting next to me watching TV. What a nice dude, for such a sleaze ball(like myself lol) He gives me his PlanetRomeo handle and I get stepping, it's a surprisingly short walk back to my apartment, I'm spent. I get into the shower and push out a healthy load of cum. I'm on cloud 9, I've decided I need to be here. This was a nice introduction to The Bull but the best was yet to come. "Ich liebe Berlin!"

Had a day off, and started feeling horny by midday. Headed to Eastern Market at SE DC, as I saw quite a few sexy black guys just hanging out at the little park next to the metro station. After a while, I noticed this hot (and I could tell very well hung by what he was wearing ... his white mesh shorts did a poor job hiding his dick) black guy kept looking at me then smiling a bit. Took a chance, did same to him, and then he started walking away ... so I followed at a distance. He stopped and went in the ruins of a building across the street. I was nervous because of how exposed things are to the public ... but I stopped thinking about that when he pulled out his monster dick. Immediately I'm on my knees and sucking it like my last meal. Had to be a solid 9.5" and extremely thick. A few minutes in he grabs the back if my head and starts really fucking my face hard. I was choking a bit, but he responded by fucking harder. Just as he was about to cum he pulls out and says he wants to flood my ass. I dropped my shorts, bent over what remained of a wall, and he then rimmed me for a good five minutes or so. He kept jerking my dick while rimming, so I knew he wanted me to cum and use it as lube. Sure enough I cumin his hands, then feel him stop rimming and apply my cum to my hole. He rubbed some on his dick, spat on my hole, and slowly entered my ass. Felt fucking great! In a few minutes I was begging him to roughly fuck me ... and man he sure did. Had me quietly moaning like the slut I am, thrusting my ass back as he'd fuck back in balls deep. He only lasted about 10 minutes before biting my neck, thrusting in as hard as possible, and unloading in my ass. He definitely flooded me, as I felt some cum dripping out of my ass and down my leg. After that I went to eat lunch xD

Went on some old stomping places in particular old cottages that I remember, most are closed or managed these days. However; I checked out this open roofed Victorian cottage that had a long gravel path to it, so you hear anyone. I was suited a booted as I was on a lunch break from work, when I got in there, there was just 3 guys, quite older, none of them playing with each other, two of them was kinda seedy looking too and seemed shifty, anyway I got my cock out as if I was passing, I wasn't and they knew that, one of them literally walked over to me took my cock and was wanking it, he was grubby with really dirty hands greasy hair, stuffy type but had a thick uncut cock. He called me a pretty boy lol, the other guys were stood there cocks wanking and he demanded me to suck them, they were not my type none of these were but I was horny as fuck and if I had been in a darkroom I would not have known. I was sucking both of them one of them was real sweaty too. I had some poppers in my pocket and they were new strong ones, I was so sniffing these. The other guy had already pulled down my suit pants and underpants just below my arse, he got one of the other guys to come round and luck my hole, he did and he spat, fingered roughly, took my poppers sniffed them, gave me back and slid himself right up me, it was thick and rough, I had managed to get poppers opened and poured some on a hankie and breathed deep, I was floating, getting fucked by this guy who was really banging my hole whilst I was sucking these other two he came in me big time and pushed me away, told me that city blokes are just dirty bastards! !! One of the other guys asked if he could cum in my mouth, I think he was trying to be a nice guy. I let him, I was on this dirty floor on my knees pants round my ankles , my suit looked grubby, the 3rd bloke just liked being sucked, it was horny but degrading at the same time, I went back to work with a full arse and real salty taste in my mouth. What a Fuckin lunch break that was.

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.

This is the first part in a multi part story. It is purely a work of fiction from my perverted mind. Any similarities between anyone living or dead is purely coincidental also any statements made to the benefits of having HIV or taking meds is totally fictitious as well. My name is Frank and I’m 25 years old and gay. I’m 6’3 and weigh in now at around 190 pounds. I have blonde hair and green eyes and I can easily bench 230 pounds for five reps. I attended a Midwestern University and received my Bachelor’s degree in kinesiology and my Master’s degree in Physical Therapy. I would be as most readers would describe as a hunk or jock. During my undergrad years I also swam, both for pleasure and as a competitor. As a matter of fact I had been swimming since I was 10. It came to be a surprise when my best friend from high school and college called me one day and offered me a job as a swim coach to his junior college swim team. I had been working as a coach for the local high school and had spent many hours suppressing my hard cock that would spring up whenever a player would get too close or spend too long in the shower soaping up his equipment. I never acted on the impulses for fear of being labeled a child molester but when you have 100’s of hot young guys parading themselves past your office nearly naked a man has his breaking points. Mine typically would consist of closing my blinds and locking my office door and jerking a huge load onto my desktop then licking up the evidence. I’m sure a player or two got an erection from my breath that sometime had the hint of a cum swallower, as I would lecture them after a practice or gym class. When I was in my late teens I was a horny cocksucker in a very conservative town in the bible belt so had little opportunity to enjoy same sex relations on a regular basis. Even though Andy was my best friend and we enjoyed making out, we knew we couldn’t get caught so we never progressed beyond groping and cuddling when we could, and passionate make-out sessions when we would go camping. One fateful day I heard of a truck stop about 20 miles out on the interstate where horny truckers who would shag just about anything that walked. So naturally I made some lame excuses one morning about having to go get some new feed for the horses, jumped in my Camaro and headed out to the truck stop. I pulled up between two large rigs and got out to see if the rumors were true. Now, I was a attractive teen, skinny and lean, although full of muscle from all the workouts and sports I had done in high school. As I walked up the line of trucks, my knees began to shake a little, wondering if I had made the mistake of a lifetime, wondering if this was to be the last day of my life. Most of the truckers looked rugged and very menacing, almost as if they had just escaped from the penitentiary a couple of counties over. My thought was to turn and run. Later I learned the guys would be called 'bears' in the gay parlance. At most I would be called a cub and a virgin to boot, having little experience outside of snuggling with Andy. There was a café at the truck stop and as it was nearing noon, I went in and ordered a burger, thinking food would calm my nerves. While sitting there chowing down on my burger I notice that most of the truckers pretty much just ignored me and went on with their business. A couple of them seemed to be looking me over, but most didn't even seem to register me. I had been sitting there about 25 minutes while keeping an eye on the men’s room, thinking that was where the reported action was occurring, but honestly the men's room seemed to be just that - a men's room, certainly not a sex venue. Suddenly an older man approached my table from my blind side and asked “Boy, are you lost?" I looked up to find an attractive guy about mid 30’s looking down on me with a shit-eating grin on his face. I stammered and said something like "No, sir, I'm just having a burger on my way back north to college.” I was lying and I suspect he could sense I wasn’t there for the burger, because his next question was "Have you ever seen the inside of a big rig?" to which I managed to stammer out "No, but I've always wondered what they look like." He smiled and said "Well, finish-up and I'll give you a tour of my rig." I gulped down my food on the spot, left a $10.00 bill on the counter and and followed the man out to his truck. He opened the passenger's door and gestured for me to climb-in and take a look. Once I got in, he went around to the driver’s seat and in one smooth swing, got into the seat, asking “Pretty nice rig, you think?” I was all but speechless, but managed to say something appropriate. Then he swung around behind the seat past a curtain and invited me into his inner sanctum. I was dumbfounded, and couldn’t believe they could fit a queen size mattress in there. He then began caressing me and kissing me, murmuring "Oh my, what a pretty guy." Of course I was more than happy to go along with his directions as he took my tee shirt off of me and began rubbing my back. He leaned me back as he pulled my jeans down past my knees. I had worn my jock strap that morning and he pressed his face into my groin as he began to nibble and suckle on my rock hard cock through the material of the pouch. He sucked on my cock for a bit before removing my jeans and jock, so I lay there naked but for my socks. Again he complemented me, saying "Oh my, we have some succulent chicken today” although admittedly at the time I didn't know 'chicken' was a euphemism for a young guy. He stripped off his shirt and unbuckled his jeans, and positioned himself over me and began kissing and sucking my entire nubile body. He licked my pits and the seat from my balls he cupped my butt cheeks in his hands and began licking and sucking on my ass and pucker. His spit was making it slick and his attentions were relaxing my hole. He probed my hole with one finger, then two. I cautioned him "You're going to make me pee if you keep that up” but he just nodded, took my cock in his mouth, all the while fingering my hole. I couldn’t hold back - the soda had made it to my bladder and I pissed into his mouth and down his throat. My hard cock had gone soft while peeing in his mouth but very quickly was rock hard again and dripping precum. He pulled off my cock without losing one drop of my precious fluids saying “Remember what I’ve been doing to you. Now you are going to show me what you have learned about pleasuring a man.” With that he leaned back. I pulled myself forward towards him and planted a passionate kiss on his full lips. He tasted of piss and, being a man, somewhat musky, but musky in a comfortable way, so naturally I wanted more, so I worked my tongue up and down his muscular body, lapping at his pits. The taste and aroma were an aphrodisiac. I nibbled down to the waistband of his shorts and he lifted his hips as I slipped his jeans and boxer shorts off of him, licking the head of his sustainable cock, which was my first real taste of cock! His precum was sweet and succulent so I eagerly sucked his cock into my throat, although I gagged a bit when he pushed my head down further, but he didn't relent. I coughed up phlegm a couple times but soon found I could deep-throat him with relative ease. I did as he did and cupped his ass and raised him up to reveal his rose bud. It looked clean and smelled freshly washed with just a hint of man musk I dove in not waiting to be invited and invaded his hole with my tongue. It tasted pungent and oddly, a bit like strawberries. I started to finger his hole and discovered he was easy to penetrate, so I wiggled a finger around inside his gut - which somehow felt squishy. I pulled my finger out and licked it to put two in and tasted a hint of cum. I looked up curious and he grinned, saying "You're my second today." He told me to keep fingering his hole and he would treat me to a good drink like I had given him. I was reluctant at first and he asked "Don’t you want to learn to please a man?" I nodded yes and took his cock in my mouth while fingering his hole. It didn’t take long and he was pissing down my throat. He then got to his knees and announced it was time for my next lesson. As I lay on my back, he took my cock in his mouth and raised my ass up in the air. He then threw my legs on his shoulders and positioned himself at my hole. He pressed my sphincter with the head of his cock and slowly invaded my body with his. It hurt like hell as the head of his plump tool stretched-open my hole, inch by inch sliding into me, eventually hilting his entire eight inches deep in my gut. When he reached full depth, he paused to allow my ass to adjust to the invasion. My legs fell from his shoulders to wrap themselves around his midsection. Holding him in in this position, his cock deep in my ass was an amazing sensation. He began to move his hips and his cock began its rite of passage in and out of my bowels. I was clearly there for his pleasure, and he raised one leg onto the bench to get more leverage and slowly bent me over so I was staring at my own cock, which was dripping precum onto my face. I curled a bit more and was able to reach my cock head. This seemed to make him even more excited 'cause he started fucking me with increased passion. As I sucked on my cock and watched his cock sliding in and out of my hole, I noticed a tat on his upper thigh. It was a bio symbol like you see in medical offices and on containers containing used needles. Now, I had been so horny I hadn’t even thought about safe sex when he approached me, and now I was paying the price: he was fucking me hard and almost certainly had ripped my man cunt in the process - now he was dripping his dirty precum on my insides. He growled a muffled gasp and shot his seed into my hole. I was his for all time. He had taken my cherry, my innocence and possibly my negative status from me. He withdrew from my ass, collapsing next to me, but still he grasped my still hard cock, pumped it, and said "Let’s see how well you learned your lesson." I figured 'what was good for the goose was good for the gander' so I climbed on him doggy style and pumped my load deep into his guts, so he may well have taken my last negative load. After I blew my load and withdrew from his ass, he lit up a cigarette and offered me one as I confronted him with my suspicions. He confessed he converted a few months back and while it wasn’t his intension to poz me up, I hadn't asked about his status before we fucked, so he figured I either knew what the potential risks, or I was already poz. He also remarked that as hot as I was, I would almost certainly be stealthed sooner or later, particularly given my high sex drive, so now I could have sex with anyone and not have to worry. It was getting towards 2:00 o’clock and we went at it again. He dumped another load in my hole and I came all over his face (which, to my pleasure, he made me lick off!) When we were done and he had to hit the road, he gave me a deep passionate kiss before firing up his rig and booting me out. He even gave me a butt plug to hold the juices in and so I wouldn’t leak all over my seat on the way home. I felt fulfilled. As he pulled out the scrap of paper he gave me detailing his return trip to the area fell from my hand for the wind to pick up and carry away. Andy had gone to the same university as me and we had some of the same classes but I had never confided in him that I came down with the fuck flu a month or so after my encounter with the truck driver. We even shared a dorm room for two years, but I never got treated for HIV while at college and I always lied to him about my occasional bouts of unexplained flu or colds. I was keeping myself pretty healthy for the most part and the virus hadn’t begun to ravage my body. Andy went on to get his masters at a different school and we somewhat parted ways. We exchanged Christmas cards and would call each other on important occasions, and I was his best man at his wedding. Still it was a big surprise to find out he was the athletic director of a small community college and he wanted me to become one of his coaches. (To be continued – taking the job)

this is a true story so it will not be as hot but since it is true, it is hot in its own way. To George : I came of age in an era where gay men did not come out. So my sex life was pretty boring. It was mostly quick blow jobs. Then in my early twenties, I got picked up in a bar and taken to the guy's house. He got me in bed and just tried to fuck me. It hurt and was not enjoyable. So we just sucked each other off and went to sleep. So from then on was just mostly into getting sucked off and once in a while I would suck a guy. Spent time at the baths and book stores and other pick up places. As time went on, porn became easier and easier to find. I would spend time in leather bars, getting naked or mostly naked(state liquor officials stayed away-of course no one complained) and would make out, get sucked and do the sucking. Then a couple of years ago, met a guy who had a partner and when the partner was gone, we would get together and go at it. He was a top and into leather. He knew how to fuck and we did so on the kitchen table( always wondered about dinner on the days he fucked me on the kitchen table. He introduced me to sounds. We always smoked pot. During this time met a guy who really liked to fuck and so met up with him and he would fuck me. The first guy moved away with his partner. So just had the second guy fucking me but I knew I wanted more than just that. Somehow I got onto asspigs and it was the best thing that ever happened. Spent some time talking to guys and got no where. Also knew I wanted to pnp. Finally met a guy who really excited me and was surprised when he invited me up to play with himself and his partner. We made a date and the day finally arrived. As I drove there, about two hours away, I was getting very nervous as by his entry in ass pigs he was VERY experienced and was not into using condoms. Found his place, parked and walked up to the door and someone said come in. As I said was nervous as thought he might reject me as was so inexperienced. But in I sent.

Sounds like you're bottoming? Give yourself a good douche, then when you get there strip off and lube up. Then you're ready to go.

Sweet! Thank you so much for the feedback so far, I have been promising myself to actually finish one of my multiple chapter stories and hopefully go back to a few I have written but haven't typed on the site. I will always try and keep you fellas entertained and turned up with the story progression, and tweak it if it is lacking something. Each one is done from memory otherwise haha. This next one was my favorite between the two actual guys... How It All Began: 2 Macho Arab DL Stealthers Part II I was groveling pathetically and subserviently on the sheets before my hairy well-tanned top. He had my suck on his index finger as he stroked that bulky dick before me and slapped it with a solid *clop* across the right side of my cheek. "Please..." I begged him as I wiggled my pert asscheeks in the air and arched my back slightly. He reached back and grabbed a handful of one cheek in his strong grip and clenched then unclenched his fingers to repeatedly manhandle me for his amusement. "Yeah, fuck one more into you," he mounted my ass pushing it quickly and forcefully flat on the bed and crammed his cock entirely from head to balls in a near singularly swift motion. I shot up moaning and straining to pull myself forward while gripping the top part of his bedspread so his ever thickening dick wouldn't be so firmly lodged inside me. Cum dripped and gushed as his balls slapped mercilessly the thundering beat of his slam fuck he was giving my quivering cumhole. "Oh shit! I'm cumming! I'm cuuu--aahhh!" My orgasm was muffled as he stuffed my face into a pillow and continued the last few steady and quite satisfyingly loud thrusts into my young hole that he was inseminating with his mature load and made note of the large wet spot where he had fucked my cum right out of me. "That ass won't be the same after us tonight man," he chuckled more to himself than to me. I didn't know what to say really and was unsteadily trying to dress myself. My ass felt so good but ached dully as though a long slow dick was still snaking in and out of me just for good measure, and the cum he had once again decided to pump me full of was already demanding release. I wanted to just leave, and not let him have the pleasure of hearing from the nearby bathroom all his jizz splattering out of my hole and reliving his conquest of using me so easily since I was so stupid for just being duped by a stud who seemed so straight to me otherwise if I hadn't seen the e-mails and lived through the fuck he had just delivered. I couldn't believe how quickly I made it to the other guy's place... And when I knocked on the door, he nearly immediately opened it. Standing at 6'6" he was unbelievably tall. Much like the other guy, he had a distinctive look that I would say was somewhere firmly between what I had imagined was a traditional arab and a fresh off the boat type latin guy. Very rugged, fit, masculine, and built though his frame was quite slim. He wore nothing but low hanging swears and his adonis lines showed clearly. My dick came to life bouncing beneath the surface of my clothing, begging for release though my ass tightened in nervous anticipation of how large that snake he had to wield would be. I knelt to begin to suck his cock and pull down his sweats but he pulled me up off the wooded floor and turned me around and with a surprising amount of ease picked me up and tossed me onto the plush bed so I landed on my stomach. He tore off what little clothing I had to expose my bare cum laden hole. He slipped out of his sweats letting them hit the wooden floorboards silently and with slow anticipation he climbed onto the bed on all fours over me and positioned his cock just over my ass. I had my eyes directly forward on the headboard before me, as I didn't dare look back incase he decided to punish my hole for trying to eye his cock. He leaned to his left grabbing a lube bottle from the nightstand and rolling poppers to me as well. I hit them eagerly and deeply when he started squirting the cool gel on my hole. His dick was not long behind and pushing firmly. "Wha!" I could not believe what I was feeling as he stretched my hole ever more apart with his wonderfully thick fuck baton. It was way thicker than what I had thought would be going inside me and he knew it. No wonder he wanted to go second. If I had started with him, it would have just been all blood and tears...or maybe I was just getting dramatic because of how I felt like my ass was barely containing the amount of meat he crammed and fucked ravenously up inside with a wicked curve. I was breathless during the assault and just surrendered to the one who took over and now owned my ass. "This is some good cunt boy," he whispered with his chest pressed against mine so his full weight flattened me even more and he forced my legs apart just a bit more so I had no choice but to let him force his invading ethnic dick anywhere it desired and all the pre-cum that steadily drained from it, "You know what is gonna happen to that little boy puss, huh?" He breathed mockingly. I merely panted as his thrusts got insistent and shortened in their quick lightning jabs inside me til I could feel the intensely warm and thick creamy present he buried into some point past my second hole. I couldn't believe he kept every drop so deeply nestled inside me I wasn't going to have any cumming out unless I really tried to get it out. "Can I--" I began. "Use the bathroom?" He finished with a laugh as he popped out of me tugged at his cock gathering up the ass juice and the last bit of his cum onto his fingers and pushed his fingers into my mouth to lick and clean without hesitation, "No. You're driving with my special load stuffed nice and good inside that useless fuck hole of yours. Wouldn't want you not getting the most out of that jizz." "Special load? You guys aren't poz, right?" I asked though I know I had asked almost a half dozen times in the e-mails and they denied, denied, denied. "Well, you wouldn't have been such a sweet and willingly little pump n dump for me if you had known, right?" He commented as if it was an observation of the weather. I was stumbling out the door, clothes barely hanging on in any decent way, wide-eyed, cum-stuffed, and aching inside and out of my hole he had bred so enthusiastically, "Don't worry slut, you might get lucky...I'm undetectable these days...but that ass was pretty torn and damn..you got such a huge load. Call me if you want to own up to liking that hole getting used for poz dick. Love neg guys who know what they are good for." It would be three weeks before I got up the nerve to go get tested...and of course they had done their job all too well. The test results said I was choc full of HIV. It had been so easy for them and I though tricked some..all too willing...and now...well now... It was my turn to fuck some neg hole over and keep the chain going.

I love it when the cameraman gets involved. Even though it is professional porn like TimTales it gives it an amateur feeling when it happens. Fav is when the cameraman gets sucked by the bottom who is getting fucked by the other performer or even switches with the top.

The following is purely a work of fiction from my perverted mind and any similarities between anyone living or dead is purely coincidental also any statements made to the benefits of having HIV or taking meds is totally fictitious as well. Andy’s confession to me left me confused and conflicted. I had never really been in a relationship that lasted more than a few months and here was a guy who, effectively, had had a crush on me since high school, some 13 years past. I was 26 years old, had a good job, (or so I thought until this point), no real commitments and a pretty easy freewheeling lifestyle - everything I generally thought I could want, and suddenly along came Andy who announced he was in love with me, and in fact had been since our teen years together as buddies. I got home from Andy’s town and was really tempted to take the job he was offering, but it would be a big change for me as I knew Andy would want to be with me. I didn’t know if I was ready for a relationship, which I knew was part-and-parcel with acceptance of the post. Then circumstances made-up my mind for me: following Tuesday after class and coaching the team, I got home late and checked my mail. I had sensed a bit of a buzz around campus, particularly among the faculty, many of whom seemed a little on edge, but as I was particularly busy that day I didn't take the time to investigate the matter. My mail made clear what was at the root to the turmoil I had sensed among my colleagues: upon sorting my mail I spotted a letter that bore the insignia of the school board. Budgets were being cut and extracurricular activities were the first to go. While I was not being dismissed outright, and in fact was being offered a position as a history teacher and collateral duty as assistant football coach, and for this thrilling offer I had to agree to accept a 10% cut in pay. The classic more work for less money - and actually being required to teach a subject. In contrast, the position at the junior college presented me with the opportunity of a lifetime to coach legal-aged kids at a junior college, with a substantial pay increase. You might think it was a no brainer but, as much as my work on the teams frustrated me sexually, as the kids were generally sexy as hell but underage and off limits, the work was rewarding as I had the chance to see them achieve something for themselves - and to be sure, I dreaded having to break the news to them. Effectively I was conflicted over changing not only careers but locations and leaving all the good friends I had made behind. I picked up the phone and dialed Andy. He was happy to hear from me so quickly, but he listened intently to my dilemma. He chuckled and then consoled me for losing my job then congratulated me on finding one so quickly - case closed. We both laughed. The following Monday I broke the news to my principal that I declined the offer by the school board, then went to face my toughest audience, the team. They were saddened but their parents had received letters from the school board notifying them of the budget cuts and the termination of official sponsorship of the school, they were told that if they wished to continue as a team it would have to be with up front private funding and they would have to find a coach not supplied by the school. My assistant coach was willing to volunteer his time but they would have to hold fundraisers to secure the use of the school pool. I told them I was leaving for the junior college and wished them the best of luck although I would be there through the end of the semester. The rest of the semester was almost sad as I said good bye to all my coworkers and some of my past students who had become regular fuck buddies after they returned from college. I swung by the bar where I would hang out on Friday nights a bid my goodbyes there as well hugging my friends and inviting them to come visit me half way across the country. I even had a fuck or two in the alley out back and wrapped up things before heading out to Andy’s town. I packed up my house in preparation of the move. The second week after graduation I headed back to Andy’s to start looking for a place to live. Now with me putting my house on the market and getting some really nice offers I accepted quickly and was ready to be able to put it in the bank. The cost of homes in my old town were I thought average but when I arrived at Andy’s and we started going through the listings I was flabbergasted at how much I could get compared to what I had had. Now you are all wondering where I'm going with this: consider, I was selling a three bedroom house and looking to get something similar for about the same. Well, holy shit, I could get three times the house in the town where Andy lived, so long as I was willing to move a little ways out away from the college. I had accepted a good offer on my house and had 45 days to find a place, to close on a new house, and ship everything to the new house. It was a tight schedule and wouldn’t leave much time for playing around with the locals. Andy, however, being a genuine sweet heart, thought to put me in touch with a realtor who really did his job for me. Ed the realtor was a handsome man of about 29 with an athletic build, turns out he was an athlete at the junior college before getting his license to sell homes. He showed me several houses which were adequate but just didn’t feel right not too far from the college. I was in a time squeeze and he knew it, and I wanted to squeeze him and pound him with my ever present boner every time he would show me a house. One day he called over to Andy’s excited over a home that had just come on the market, he thought it would be perfect for me and wanted to pick me up later that morning to show it to me. The houses he had been showing me generally had three to four bedrooms and were modestly priced for the local area but, honestly nothing I would call 'outstanding', so I was not overly optimistic when Ed telephoned me, but I was prepared when he arrived at the appointed hour, about 10:00. He looked like he had jumped out of the shower and dressed quickly as he wasn’t as put together as he normally was, I also noticed he didn’t seem to wearing underwear like he usually did, I put it off as him eager to show me this house. We hoped into his SUV and he began to drive away from Andy’s and away from the campus, I asked how far out was this property and he said about 15 minutes from Andy’s. We drove about 15 minutes out on a quiet road then turned up a private drive to what looked like a mansion compared to the homes near the campus. He informed me it was a lot of house but it had potential for someone like me. His emphasis on someone like me seemed a bit laced with sexual tension. He explained it had been vacant for months since the previous owner died on a cruise somewhere in Europe and the relatives had been bickering on who would get it. They decided to put it up for sale for a very low price just to end the fighting. It was 6 bedrooms and 5 baths with a large living space and movie room and the deck and pool were just perfect for my needs. He lead me into the entry way and I stood in awe as he lead me through the house it just got better, then he lead me to the back yard It was Perfect more than I could have ever hoped for, I told Ed to put in my offer right then and there, he walked inside talked on the phone for a couple minutes and came out and told me There were just a few legal papers I’d have to sign and the house would be in escrow with my name on it. He then leaned over and planted a large kiss on my lips. It didn’t take long for me to have ED out of his clothes and we were fucking in the cold tub, The heater hadn’t been turned on. Ed enjoyed fucking me and making me squirm. I enjoyed knowing this could be happening in my house frequently and I could only imagine the number of college guys who would love to come over and keep me sated with hot sex. We played around for about 45 minutes and he walked out to his SUV naked and grabbed a clean outfit from the back seat. We dressed in the living room and he drove me back to Andy’s. I called Andy at the college and told him that Ed would be bringing by the papers to sign and get the process going that evening and he was happy for me. I also called the moving company and scheduled a pickup of all my stuff back at my old house. This would be my last night at Andy’s It was late morning and I had some things to do in town before preparing to leave for home. I stopped by the market and picked up three steaks for Barbequing and picked up my dry cleaning. It was the last week of June and I had little time before my old house would close escrow and school beginning. Andy always walked to and from work when the weather was nice and today was no exception so running around in his car made everything so much easier. I took a quick jaunt up to look at my new house , and to make sure I was not just dreaming, sure enough it was still there. Upon returning to Andy’s I placed the steaks in some marinade and set them in the refrigerator to soak up the juices. I packed my bags and double checked my flight reservations on the computer, everything was in order. While on the computer I decided to do some research on the previous owner, Didn’t want any ghost to spoil my dream life come true. It turned out that the previous owner had made a fortune photographing young men for fashion and I suspected other endeavors. He had been vacationing in the Mediterranean when he succumbed to a heart ailment and passed away. His family consisting of brothers and sisters and nieces and nephews fought over his estate and the possessions therein. Explained why all the furnishings were gone but they weren’t all that thorough about cleaning. Andy arrived home around 5 and went out and started the Barbeque then went in and got comfy in a pair of basketball shorts and a tee shirt. Ed arrived about 5:30 dressed in his shirt and tie and slacks. Andy said I know he was here on business but took him into the bedroom and handed him some shorts and a tee shirt so he would be comfortable for our celebratory dinner. I put the steaks on the bbq and went inside. Ed handed me a stack of papers and we sat down at the table I sent Andy out to watch the Steaks and Ed went through the paperwork with me. After about a half dozen signatures it seemed I was in escrow as Ed faxed the papers over to the proper places. I had asked for and the previous owners had agreed on a 20 day escrow and Ed said he would take care of the inspections and anything that came up while I was away packing up the old house. He said he would pick up the keys for me if I hadn’t made it back by the end of escrow. Since I had put down a very large chunk of the asking price I suspected all would go smoothly. Andy also added me a piece of paper saying that I needed to Officially accept the Job position. One more signature for the evening We sat down to eat the dinner that Andy and I had prepared and joked around and told tells of some of the coeds exploits. Andy then asked Ed if he sealed the deal with me the way he had with him. Ed got a nasty grin and said almost he told Andy that he had sank his load in me but I had yet the chance to plant my seed in him. He had been plying footsie with Andy and me under the table through most of dinner. And I had returned the favor by feeling him up his Basketball shorts. I turned to Ed and told him I was Poz and he just shrugged and said about time this town saw some dirty seed, we all laughed. As we started making out right there at the table, plates and utensils were pushed out of the way to make way for our lovemaking. Dinner had already been consumed and now Andy and Ed were attempting to consume me as we made our way from the table to the bedroom I felt both of them fondle my ass and I lead Ed down the hall by his cock. Andy had gotten behind Ed and rimmed his ass til it was dripping with his spit then guided my hard cock into his rosebud. He sat down hard and took me to the hilt in one quick movement then started rocking back and forth on my cock. Andy then Slid his cock next to mine which almost made me cum right then but I held out and we double fucked Ed for about 5 minutes before I saw on Andy’s face he was about to cum and I let myself be enveloped as well as we both shoot large loads deep in Ed. So Ed turns to Andy and asked if he was Poz as well, and Andy replied he was still negative but it wasn’t for the lack of trying we all laughed. We all slept together that nigh on Andy’s king size bed having periods of hot sex and Ed drove me to the airport the next morning. To be continued – moving, starting new job

The following is purely a work of fiction from my perverted mind and any similarities between anyone living or dead is purely coincidental also any statements made to the benefits of having HIV or taking meds is totally fictitious as well. I had only occasionally been in touch with Andy over the past few years - a Christmas card here, a birthday card there and so on. In my first year as a grad student I became fairly ill with an opportunistic parasite which left me pretty weak and unable to go to class for a couple weeks. My professors were nice enough to let me make up the work and I worked on my thesis during the recuperation time. I also for the first time started taking meds to control beat back the HIV and give my body time to build-back my immunization system. Up until then my viral load had been high but so had my T cell count, the doctors became alarmed when my T-cell counts began to plummet. I had lead a healthy active life up until then filled with lots of sex and sports and I wanted to continue being active so I relented and started taking the medicines they prescribed for me. I never told Andy of my condition and he never really asked much, even when I had the sniffles at his wedding. I just said it was 'allergies' as I made out with him the night of his bachelor party. I always had feelings for Andy, kind of like an incestuous brother, and I suspected he had some feelings for me. Andy had arraigned for me to come up to his rural town to take a look at the junior college where he wanted me to coach. With the timing occurring at spring break I accepted his offer to travel to see him and the school It was about an hour and half plane flight. He met me at the baggage claim area. I was still in great shape, even though HIV had some damage to my physique. Andy however looks fantastic - like time had stood still for him. We both had gained a little weight but with Andy it looked more like muscle mass than going to fat. He was fit as a fiddle. It was midterm so I had a couple months to toy with the Idea of taking the job but he wanted me to come up and see the school and he hoped he would sway me to accept the offer. Andy didn’t bother getting me a hotel and let me know I would be staying with him for the week. Andy’s apartment was close to the college and, like Andy himself, the apartment was immaculate. It was clean, tidy and tastefully furnished, although somewhat sporty and very much looking like a bachelor pad. I looked at Andy and inquired about Sue. He replied that they had divorced after the baby was born and that he would tell me the details later after I got settled in. He took me to the second bedroom and pointed out a dresser and closet I could use to store my clothing. Naturally my interest was piqued and I wanted to ask Andy what had happened, but Andy was very tight-lipped about the details. Andy suggested a walk to get some food and see the campus, so I changed my shoes to something more comfortable to walk in and Andy lead the way down the street to a tree-lined neighborhood with lots of fraternity style houses and cute bungalows. As we walked I noticed quite a few hot guys in minimal attire and some nerdy ones looking very preppy. Andy explained their spring break was still a week off and so classes were still in session. As we walked closer to the campus there were even more hot guys to gawk over and some cruised back. I was pleasantly surprised. We arrived at the campus burger joint and we placed our order with a hot twink clerk. Andy and the clerk seemed to know each other. He was very flirty with both of us and Andy blushed, smiling as we sat down. Then his smile broadened into a shit-eating grin and he quietly said the clerk was a recruit for next year’s team and very available. Andy had set me up knowing my weakness for cute athletic twinks and the clerk's weakness for slightly older 'daddy types'. I told him he was terrible - tempting me with such treats. With lunch out of the way Andy then gave me a tour of the campus and introduced me to some of the professors and staff. He ever made a point to show me where the glory holes complete with complimentary condom dispensers. (I scooped up a few for later - if it came to that.) Andy also showed me several make out / hook-up spots. Andy informed me that this was a progressive college in a conservative town. He even introduced me to the campus chief of police. At one of the glory holes he had me sit on the toilet while he jerked at the urinal and sure enough a hot college guy came in and played with both of us. I asked if this wasn’t a risky venture and he replied if nobody complains then it’s never investigated. And being a progressive college very few complaints are filed for lewd activity and that much of the police force came in to get their rocks off since a little over half of the officers were either bi or gay. This completely took me off guard and the job was becoming more and more tempting. I was a High school coach and while I found most of my team players hot and all, but I would never touch them or play with them, it was just out of the question. Here not only were the players of legal age but it looked as if some were ready to take the plunge into gay sex. Andy could sense my excitement and the next stop was the athletic facilities. He toured me around the locker rooms and the coach’s offices and introduced me to several of the coaches and students who he knew. My excitement was building not to mention my level of being horny, by the time he escorted me back to his office I had a raging boner. I sat down in a chair opposite his desk and Andy locked the door and came up behind me and began caressing my neck and shoulders he bent over and kissed my neck. He then walked around and sat behind his desk “tease” was all I could say and he grinned at me and said “Frank , you are the reason I no longer am married to Sue”. “What” I was dumbfounded I stared at Andy as he explained that the time we had spent together in high school and college were some of the happiest times of his life. And that after his son was born all he could think about when having sex with his wife was when the two of us were kissing and fondling each other and when fucking Sue, he always found himself thinking about me as he blew his load. I thought 'Wait a minute, stud. Perhaps need a time out here'. Andy backed up a bit and told me how although we never did anything beyond second base he fantasied about it all the time. He then told me how Sue had caught him getting head behind this very desk and how he had come home one afternoon to find Sue muff-diving with a another woman. They were both gay and it really wasn’t much more than a marriage of convenience. Although he loved his ex-wife for giving him a son, he wasn’t interested in having sex with her anymore. Andy then approached me and stood me up and we kissed deeply he fondled my raging boner and whispered in my ear that that would have to wait till later and we kissed some more. He got me so excited it was just like in HS and in the dorm room and I shot my wad right then in my shorts and he chuckled. Andy walked me back to the apartment and ordered a pizza for dinner, apologizing that he wanted me more than food at that moment. Andy and I were sucking each other off when the pizza boy arrived, Andy answered the door in his robe just barely concealing a jockstrap. The pizza delivery guy was a young college student who suddenly didn’t have change but was willing to take his tip. We had him naked in record time and Andy ended up plowing the stud for all he was worth. I then slipped on a condom and fucked the youth as well feeling the load Andy had already shot up the boy’s ass being used as lube for my wrapped up cock. The delivery guy sucked the juice off of Andy’s cock as I dumped a load into the reservoir of the condom. I peeled off the wrapper and let the boy slur p off my juices. Andy then introduced the boy and Miguel one of the divers on the team and told him I might be coaching next semester. Miguel left and we chowed down the pizza, we made out some more and Andy lead me to his room were we cuddled and made love all night. In the morning Andy told me he wanted me more than ever and when he said wanted he meant all of me, including the part I wouldn’t give him senior year of high school. I looked at Andy and asked him if I caught his drift and he nodded yes he wanted me in him. I looked at Andy and told him I was positive and had been for the past 7 years. Andy said he already knew and that he knew about the trucker and he was deeply hurt that I wouldn’t share with him the gift I had been given so young in life. I cried and Andy wiped away the tears and fondled my raging cock then turned around and slid his hole down the length of it, pushing me deep inside of him. “Andy is this really what you want” he replied with a emphatic yes and began working my rod with his ass muscles so I began fucking my best friend slowly at first then fasted, harder and rougher as I brought my self to a crescendo of lust for my best buddy. We fucked at least twice a day for the remainder of the week before I had to fly home and return to my duties as a High School coach (To be continued –tough decisions made easy)

The Poz Boat Dillon was going on the cruise without his bride since she left him at the altar. They had been dating since college and after Dillon’s couple years in the minors trying to make it in baseball he asked her to marry him. He felt embarrassed after she didn’t show at the ceremony. He knew he couldn’t get a refund on the cruise they had planned for a honeymoon so he went alone. Jack figured it would give him time to forget about her and reflect on his life. He spent the first day at sea alone at the pool working on his tan. That’s where he met Christopher and Jack. Christopher was the oldest of the couple at 30 he was a bit taller than Dillon coming in at 6’ 3” and weighed about 180 with dark brown hair and eyes. Jack was his younger partner just shy of 20 years, 5’ 10”, 140 pounds, with Black hair and green eyes. Both men were fit and well defined after obvious work in the gym. Jack had noticed the 25 year old as he stretched his 6’ frame out on a lounge chair in his board shorts. Jack pointed the young man out to his partner as they admired his lean, muscular body, flat 6 pack abs, smooth skin and long blond hair. Christopher commented how nice it would be to use him for a night of fun. Quickly the three men started to chat. Before too long they had made plane to hang out that evening. The sun began to dip in the sky as they went to their separate rooms to get ready for dinner and a night out. After dinner Dillon was to meet the two other men at their cabin. He found their room and knocked on the door. The door opened up by Jack wearing just a towel who told Dillon that Christopher was in the shower. Jack welcomed Dillon in the room and offered him a drink. The towel clad man fixed Dillon a drink and handed it to their guest. As Dillon sat on the queen size bed in the middle of the room Jack dropped his towel and searched through his bag for something to wear that night. Dillon tried not to stare at the young man as he searched his bag. After many years in locker rooms Dillon was accustom to other naked male bodies. Dillon was sipping on his drink as Christopher came out of the bathroom with his towel over his shoulder. He greeted their guest. Jack asked if Dillon had any thoughts what they all should do that night. Dillon was well into his drink as he began to feel a little horny. He was confused at the feeling as he began to get hard. The tent in his cargo shorts was hard to hide as a naked Christopher moved in closer. Dillon was caught off guard as the naked Christopher was close. Dillon had a friend in college that was gay. On a couple rare occasions he was in the receiving end of a nice blow job while drunk but never thought of anything more. Christopher asked Dillon again what he wanted to do that night. Jack made a comment about Dillon’s hardening cock as the two men were now on either side of their guest. Jack looked at and Christopher and gave him a wink to signal that Dillon’s drink was spiked with ample Viagra and GHB. Dillon was in a daze as he noticed both naked men standing with their cocks pointing at Dillon. Dillon was beginning to feel the G as Jack took his drink from his hand. Christopher started to unbutton Dillon’s shirt. Jack came back and began to rub the back of Dillon’s head. Dillon was lost in the G and the sensations he was receiving from the two men. Christopher made a suggestion that seemed to go right into motion. Knowing what happened to Dillon with his bride, Christopher suggested that he relax and let whatever happens between the three of them happen. With the G in his system Dillon was easy prey as Jack helped remove the rest of Dillon’s clothing. Jack got on his knees and began to suck Dillon’s hard cock. Jack was impressed with Dillon’s 8” cock as Jack thought to himself that it was too bad he wouldn’t get to use it after this suck job. While Jack worked on Dillon’s pole Christopher put the rest of the plan in motion. While out of sight of their guest he retrieved a prefilled point and moved in for the kill. When he returned to the bed he found Dillon on his back with his eyes closed while Jack was still sucking Dillon’s cock. They had Dillon right where they wanted him. Christopher sat down laying his legs across Dillon’s chest. Dillon looked up at Christopher as he looked for a good vein in Dillon’s arm and stuck the point in Dillon. Dillon looked up as Christopher registered a quick flash then emptied the slam in the unsuspecting Dillon. Dillon coughed out 3 times as Jack stood up and kissed his partner before retrieving 2 more points for themselves. The slam given to Dillon was double what the couple were about to administer to themselves. Jack handed one to Christopher as they kissed again. They each administered their own slam as Dillon was riding a strong rush. After each coughed and were ready they began to work on their new toy. Dillon was positioned on all fours as Christopher got behind him and Jack was at his head. Jack took a moment to kiss Dillon as he took a hold of his head before he sat down in front of Dillon and worked his mouth on his own hard 8” cock. While Jack was teaching Dillon to suck cock Christopher began to rim his virgin ass. As Dillon began to suck on Jack’s cock moans were escaping around Jack’s tool as Christopher’s tongue began to probe into Dillon’s hole. Jack gave Dillon instructions as Christopher readied his ass. Since Jack had just slammed he knew he’d blow a load quickly and Dillon would have his first taste of cum. Christopher looked at Jack as prepared Dillon’s hole for his own 9” cock. Jack signaled to Christopher that he was getting close. Christopher knew it was time and got on his knees behind Dillon. He positioned his cock at Dillon’s virgin hole, grabbed his hips as he pushed his way inside.’ While Christopher was invading Dillon’s ass Jack took a good hold of Dillon’s hole as he knew he was about to deliver his load in Dillon’s mouth. Jack cums fairly quickly after his first slam and he was ready to deliver his load as Christopher was sliding inside Dillon’s formerly virgin ass. The thought of Christopher taking Dillon’s virginity had him on the verge of blowing his load. As he was about to cum he told Dillon one thing, swallow bitch. Dillon felt Jack’s cock expand and then fire his cum as he swallowed without a thought. After Jack had finished cumming he held his cock in Dillon’s mouth for his to clean and help him get harder again. Christopher began to fuck away at Dillon’s tight hole as Dillon was working on Jack’s semi-hard cock. Dillon was lost still lost in the G as he Christopher was fucking him. Christopher was eager to drop his own load inside this young straight man. As the G began to wear off Dillon was growing a wear of what was happening. Jack’s cock was growing hard in his mouth as he realized that he was getting fucked at both ends. He felt the cock in his ass grow harder as Jack pulled him off his cock and kissed him. While Jack was kissing him Christopher grunted as he unloaded inside Dillon. Christopher commented, that’s one load in each end as Dillon looked back to see who was fucking him. Dillon was lost in what was going on since he felt as if he was enjoying himself the action continued. Now it was time for Jack to fuck Dillon. As Christopher slowly withdrew from inside Dillon, Jack moved to take Christopher’s place. Jack quickly slid inside Dillon as Christopher moved to Dillon’s head. Christopher sat down in front of Dillon and told Dillon to clean his cock. The G was mostly out of his system as he looked at Christopher’s cock and eased the soft tool into his mouth. Christopher ran his fingers through Dillon’s hair as Jack fucked. Since Jack had already dropped a load it would take some time before he would drop his second load. This gave him time to work Christopher’s load in deeper as the couple shared an evil grin. Dillon’s legs were getting tired as Jack fucked into him. They repositioned him on his back and Jack continued to fuck him. Dillon began to wonder how long this guy could last when Jack began to breathe a little heavier. Dillon could feel Jack’s cock begin to thicken and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer. It was another 15 minutes until Jack screamed out and filled Dillon with another load. Christopher was hard and ready and took a second turn at Dillon’s ass. As Christopher teased Dillon’s hole he noticed that there was a slight pinkish to the cum that oozed out. Christopher smiled as he slid back inside Dillon. Dillon was left moaning as the couple took turns filling their chemmed up bottom. After each took several turns Christopher lay down on his back as Dillon was directed to mount Christopher’s cock. Once Dillon was down to the base Christopher pulled him in for a kiss while Jack got behind the impaled man and began to work his 8” in alongside the cock already inside. Dillon moaned out in pleasure and pain as his hole was stretched to accommodate both cocks. This fuck took the longest as both assaulted his hole as the sun began to peal through the curtains. After both men deposited their loads and withdrew their softening cocks Dillon could hear Christopher comment that after those two loads the grand total came to 9 charged loads, 5 from Christopher and 4 from Jack. Jack reminded him of the one load down Dillon’s throat. Dillon had no clue what charged load mean as he was starting to come down from his high. The couple helped Dillon back to his cabin and left him in bed to ponder his unknown future.

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?

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

I had been talking to a guy online for about two months before this point. Let's call him Tom. Tom had a profile on BBRT NKP and here on breeding zone. I had been wanting to experiment with chemsex for about 6 months before I left for the states, I had been watching some videos to see what the deal was. I believe it was this site that introduced me to the concept, before hand I had no idea about meth use in the gay community(or a subsection of the gay community) but I had it in my head that if I was to try it, it should be in America(where I could get away with it). Plus it seemed to be more available over in the states. What I was looking for was tough, a top who was willing to introduce someone to Tina for the first time who also was hiv negative. This may not seem like much. But first of all nobody seemed to even respond to me on NKP(maybe they were too high) I was beginning to this it was an online ghost town, or that perhaps my account was broken. After searching for some time, I found two profiles that matched the requirements, a neg Top, who can administer. I messaged both guys. One replied "Any pics?" I sent him some pics of me, including a face pic. "Hmmm any more pics?" He wasn't sure. A little disappointing. The next guy I message replies "I would love to meet". However plans changed and we didn't get to meet for quite some time(scheduling conflicts). This was a good thing in some respect. We managed to talk a little more and I felt comfortable this was an honest and open guy, he was in his 40's and seemed mature, extremely attractive, and sexually right up my street. He asked for porn vids that I found hot so he had an idea of what I was into. He liked these very much. We eventually arranged to meet a little over one week before I was set to leave. He was situated up the top of Manhattan and told me to meet him around 9pm. I took the train up, then hopped a cab to his place. A nice apartment complex. I don't remember feeling nervous. Strange really, I felt more nervous walking into a gay bar, or sucking off my first New Yorker, but this, what would be the most extreme thing I was about to partake in, and I felt eerily calm. I also remember thinking very calmly "I could die here" just before I pressed the buzzer. He unlocks the door from his room upstairs, I'm not told what room number or floor he is on, but the second I step in I get a text. "Be right down, have to get something from the basement" I wait in the foyer. Probably a good time to mention my previous experience with drugs. Tried ecstasy a handful of times, first two times were great, the rest sucked. Cocaine 3 times previously, got absolutely nothing from it(became quiet and fidgety) and weed on a handful of occasions. In no way was I a drug user, never partied and played, with the exception of weed with two guys in NYC. So why I was actually doing this I have no idea. But I'm hoping it's good. Tom comes down to meet me, and we both head to the laundry room where he empties the machine. He seems rushed, I spend my time examining him as he does his laundry. His head is shaved(bald), he has a grey goatee, very handsome masculine look, dressed in a tank top and sweatpants, he's in good shape. He really is a perfect match. Perfect Daddy. I wonder if he's high already, but I think he isn't How will he be with me, what will I do when I'm high? "Positive thoughts" I keep telling myself in my head. Positive thoughts. We enter his apartment, it's nice, big, he leads me to the bedroom. A large bed is covered with rubber sheets, to the left of the bed on the floor is a large duffel bag, filled with all kinds of sex toys. To the right is a computer and desk, on the desk lay some syringes. Now my heart starts to race a little. "Do you want to have a look through the toys?" "Sure". He shows me his collection, rubber cock and ball rings, rubber anal inserts, large buttplugs(one shaped like a sperm), sounds kit(makes me wince), rope, cuffs, things that I couldn't even identify. "That's an impressive collection" I say, wide-eyed. "Yeah. So I'm thinking we get you in a harness" He instructs me to take my clothes off. Then he puts the harness on me and tightens it. I feel infinitely sexier. I've never worn a harness before or since, but it felt great. He began to explain the benefits of said harness. "So when I'm fucking you I can just grab it like this, and pull you towards me" he says as he demonstrate by grabbing the shoulder straps and pulling me towards him, this makes me horny. "Hmm, a rubber jockstrap." He then takes a jockstrap from his bag, again, I've never worn one before this. It fits well and covers up that dick of mine. I'm slowly being transformed into his toy, there is only one thing left. He talks me through the whole experience, what it will feel like, how he preps the meth by pouring hot water until the crystals have fully dissolved, etc etc. He then shows me about 4 or 5 videos of slamming, and explains what the person might be feeling. "Ok so are you ready?" "Have you ever done this with someone for the first time?" "No, never introduced anyone" I sit on the cold rubber bed, he props two pillows behind my back. "Hmm, hang on." He goes to the bag, and takes out two of those, I actually don't know what they are called. Like small leather hoods that go over your hands. and leather cuffs. He loosely ties me to the bed. ​"It'll be interesting to have you tied up for your first slam" My heart starts to pound faster, the nerves are coming in hard and fast. Should I look at the needle going in? Maybe not. Everything will be fine. He holds the needle up to the bedside lamp. "They're full dissolved, see? Let's see how hard it is to find a vein." He runs his finger over the inside of my elbow, a vein comes up immediately. He then puts on the tourniquet and waits a few seconds. Wipes my arm with a pad and sticks the needle into my vein. He pulls back I look, see red inside the needle, then look away. "Ok. Now tell me if you feel any burning or stinging in your arm." I look again, he slowly pushes the plunger until the meth is inside me. He then snaps off the tourniquet and looks at me. I feel nothing. He gives me a look as if to ask how I feel. "Nothing?" I say, smiling nervously. He looks in disbelief. "Nothing?" "Nope" "Are you sure?" "Yeah I don't feel anything" "Hmm, that's crazy. Maybe I didn't give you enough" He turns around to look at the syringes on his desk. I let out a nervous laugh. "Maybe if I moved around a little" I say as I bend my arm up and down(as much as it will go with the restraint) Then I feel a sudden tingle in my legs, reminiscent of the first time I tried E(which I was the last to come up on then too), then BAM! This indescribable rush goes through me, my breathing becomes heavy and I blow out a long shaky "woah" I look at Tom, he seems excited. "OK....nowitsworking" I say in a short burst. I start to feel myself and wish these restraints vanished. I start to feel as if I could make them disappear if I really wanted to. Tom sees me squirming in ecstasy on the bed. "Now I know it's working." He then turns around and straps up his arm and gets ready to slam himself. I writhe around feeling everything with my body, everything tingles in such an amazing way. This is too good for words. I'm loving this, nothing has happened yet and I'm loving it already, I think of a thousand scenarios of what will happen throughout the night in the space of a second or two. My mind is well and truly fucked! It's very hard to focus on anything, everything has a shudder effect. I hear Tom exhaling heavily I look over and he's whipping of the strap from around his arm. "Fuck" "Fuck" I say almost at the same time. He seems very controlled, I don't know how he does it. "Do you have sensitive nipples?" "Not really" I answer. "You will". He then straps two sucking cups to my nipples and pumps them until they stick. "Thank you so much for this" I gush, I feel forever in his debt. I become overtly grateful and complimentary, he smiles knowing it's the drugs doing their work. He also becomes very talkative, he asks me about the first time I had sex. He raps my legs around his waist and I start to grind against him as I describe my first time. "Tonight will be a night of firsts" He tells me in that calm and hushed voice. For some reason we both feel the need to half whisper to each other. "Ok let's get these off" He removes my restraints as I thank him again for being so generous to have me over and get me high. He thanks me for coming. "God if we met earlier? I'd send you home stupid". After some talking, he takes my head and buries it into his armpit. I lap away at it as he moans. He takes the suction cups from my nipples and twists them as I start to suck on his. I still don't feel sensation in my nipples, however the rush from the meth was too much to notice if I did. This was perhaps the most sexually confident I had ever felt, I had to constantly remind myself, this is actually happening. I move down to work his cock. He tells me to suck it hard, so I do,gripping with my like and sucking down on his soft veiny dick to the balls, he grabs both balls and pushes them against my mouth "open" I try to accommodate for both cock and balls but it proves too hard, even though his cock is only semi erect, his balls are far too big. I settle for one ball and a dick in the back of my throat, my mouth is stuffed. He likes the feeling as I gag and retch. Eyes water, stomach knots, body squirms. Next I take both his balls in my mouth which is another mouth-filling task, his dick lays on my face with his wet helmet resting on my right eye. I feel like a good little slut. He tells me to smell his dick, which smells of precum. After sucking his dick some more it becomes hard enough to fuck with. He puts a rubber cock ring and ball separator on himself and tells me lie back. I put my legs in the air and present my hole for fucking. "No." he says. "Put your feet here" he motions to his chest. I place both feet on his chest and he slides his cock into my ass. At first my hole rejects him, pushing him out when he gets into a rhythm. It's the Tina, it has made my ass tighten up. However, I have an idea. I get up and take out a bottle of poppers out of my bag and lay back on the bed. "Maybe if you choke me" I suggest. He places his open palm against my neck, just under my Adam's apple, then moves up and down to find the strongest pulse. I take a huff of my poppers and raise one hand in the air(this is a safety technique I use at first with some guys, when the hand drops, I'm out and they should let go. Any longer and it could become quite dangerous). He presses down, not too hard, but enough to make my feet tingle. Everything goes tunnel vision. I'm back in Ireland doing something menial or talking to a friend or something. All of a sudden a man's face appears from nowhere, then a room behind him, where am I? Confusion. I feel a heavy tingling and something moving in and out of my hole. It has a similar feeling to pins-and-needles. Then I remember where I really am, in an apartment in New York, high on meth, being fucked unconscious by a complete stranger who could have killed me with little effort. The rush of realization is incredible. My breathing becomes heavy "Wow! Oh my God" He leads in to make out with me, his dick is now in my ass without me pushing it out. "Did you have a little dream, baby?" "Yeah, how long was I out" "Only about 5 seconds, don't worry." He fucks me harder and although his cock isn't rock hard it feels incredible. I could feel the rubber of the cock ring against my hole. I wanted everything he had inside me. "I think I can get my balls in you" he lets out in a grunt as he thrusts back and forth. "Yeah?" I ask with some scepticism, the drugs have taken away any pain the fucking may have caused, but it in no way made my ass wider, in fact it had a tightening effect on my hole. This problem was solved with a little force, or a nice choke-out. "Yeah, I think so. Hang on." He rolls me back so my ass is in the air, he then stands over me and squats down. I feel him pushing against my hole and decide to push out, hoping it will let him in. This works and he pushes his balls inside me. He pulls them out "Oh fuck" he lets out in pleasure. He pushes just his balls into my hole a few more times, dipping them in and out until it becomes easy. He then pushes his sloppy cock into my widened hole, followed by both balls. Everything is inside me. It has to be the best feeling I've ever had during sex, it's incredibly hard to describe that pleasure, knowing you're connected to another man by both his cock and balls, they fit tightly into your hole. You are being completely used as a place for him to rest his dick and balls. The feeling of his pelvis pushing against your ass, knowing there is nothing further that can go in, he is as deep in you as he can possibly go. Amazing! I feel with my hands to ensure everything is in. I rub his taint while he grinds against me. He stops moving, but I continue to grind in a circular motion, churning my insides with his balls and dick. "Hold still" he tells me, he looks focussed and stares into the distance. "You feel that?" "Nope" "I'm pissing inside you" "Oh fuck!" I concentrate on the feeling, a tingling in my lower back, I'm being used as this guy's urinal. "Ugh, it's hard to piss in this position". He only pees a little in me before slowly pulling his balls and cock out of my piss-filled whole, he keeps me propped up with one hand. "Don't move boy. Fuck yeah" he spits in my gaping hole. Then reaches into his bag of toys for a large butt-plug. He spits on it, and pushes it against my ass lips, it's not going in as easy as it should. He calmly instructs me to breath in and out, eventually the rubber plug slides right in, filling my ass completely. After about 30 minutes of playing, I go to the toilet to take out the plug and push out the piss. I feel very wobbly on my feet but very happy also. I notice that when the plug comes out there is no more piss up my ass. I feel around to check. Either my ass has absorbed the little piss there was, or it's gone a lot deeper than I can reach. The next few hours become a blur. I get slammed again which is so much stronger than the first, I cough and it hits me like a euphoria freight train. This turns Tom on greatly. We make out more, fuck, suck toys and attempted fisting. He could slide four fingers but not past the knuckle. I found it extremely hard to concentrate on what was going on, everything spun and shuttered, I felt fantastic, almost a state of frenzy. When Tom is on top of me he sweats so much it dribbles down onto my face and chest, almost like a tap. Our sweat has a distinct smell, a chemical smell because of the meth. He takes me to the shower to cool off. I check the time and hours have gone by. It's about 10.00am the next day. "My boyfriend will be home soon" What? Oh no, "is this going to get awkward?" I think. I say nothing. "It's ok though, we could always go to the bathhouse" First time for everything. I let him know I'm up for this adventure and he tells me to get dressed and meet him at the nearby subway, while he cleans up and gets dressed. I walk to the nearest subway, it's a hot day out and people are up walking to work. I'm very aware of my movements, not to act like a tweaker. He eventually meets me and we head towards the bathhouse. It's not long until we are there. I'm becoming paranoid that people will know I'm high. Tom seems fine. We get our locker key and head to our room. After stripping, I head to the locker with our clothes. To large black men check me out in my jockstrap(given to me by Tom) the place seems pretty empty, which doesn't surprise me given the time. I put away my stuff and head back to our booth/room. I'm tingling all over and moving faster than usual. I get in and Tom lunges at me, jamming his tongue down my throat and shoving his fingers up my hole. I turn to liquid in his arms, the feeling is very hot. He has a small bag of toys with him. He takes out a large metal buttplug. It's very wide, "Guess where this is going" he says as he slaps it against the palm of his hand. "No way" "Get on all fours" I climb onto the bed on all fours. He squirts some lube onto the top of the plug, then pushes against my ass. I feel there is know way this will fit. I try to push out to open my ass up. "Breath, relax." He instructs. It's hard to do so, even though there is no pain at this point(from the drugs) I'm still nervous of damaging my ass. I breath in and out. Then take a big hit of poppers and repeat. I feel it enter my hole, it begins to hurt. "Damn, is this nearly in" I think to myself, then my ass retracts. "It's in" he tells me, before leaning in to gently kiss my ass cheek and tell me "good boy". He slaps the base of the plug and every time he does is sends an extremely pleasurable shiver up through my insides. He lays me back on the bed and spreads his ass cheeks. "Stick out your tongue" I do, then he sits down hard on my mouth. I work my tongue slowly up and down he asshole, trying hard to push my tongue deep. He lets out a series of moans and groans to indicate he loves the sensation. He then grabs the back of my head and really pushes me into his hole. He wants me to go deeper and I can feel his hole pushing out against as my tongue slides deeper. My tongue is stretched out to the point of pain, but knowing the pleasure it gives him causes me to endure it. This goes on for a few minutes(with a few air breaks) before he lifts his hot ass from my face. He hands me down a rubber butt plug. "I want you to put this up my ass" "Can you pass me the lube?" "No just use spit" He opens my mouth and slides the plug all the way down to the end, I gag, he pushes further, fucking my throat with the plug. This gets him off. He sits on the end of the plug and forces it down my throat with his ass. I'm now being smothered and choked. I cough up some spit. and he takes the plug out and turns it around, facing his hole. I take it off of him and push. It takes some force and I worry about hurting him, but he seems to be fine. It eventually goes up his hole. I smack the end of it as he done with my and he groans in ecstasy. We make out for a while with plugs up our asses, I then go to give him a blowjob. After some time sucking his semi-flaccid cock I feel it's time to take the plug out. I leave our room to walk to the toilets. I get a few propositions on the way, but ignore them in a chemmed out haze. I enter one of the cubicles and try to push out the plug. This is more difficult and painful than getting it in. I finally manage to pull the metal plug from my insides and the thing is hot. Really hot. Hard to hold. I have to run it under a cold tap before I can carry it back to the room. By the time I get back he has jerked his cock hard. And places me on all fours before fucking me for quite some time. "Shit I've got to go to work soon" I wonder how he can even think of working, as my mind is so confused and fried from the meth, I could barely see straight. I guess this guy is well used to this kind of activity. This worries me slightly. Maybe all isnt as it seems with him. He edges himself with my ass a number of times but is too uptight to cum. "Wanna meet me later on, say 7pm?" "Ok". We both head to the showers. As we wash up he tells me "I think I have to piss" "Can I drink it" "Sure, get down there." I get down on my knees and open up. He shoots hard, like a fire-hose down my throat. It tastes extremely strong but I swallow every drop. As we walk back to our room to get dressed it hits me hard. It had totally slipped my mind that his piss was filled with strong chems, and it sent me flying high. "You feel it?" He asks me in a hushed tone. It really tickles him that I'm high as a kite in public. We get dressed and leave the bathhouse. I get home(somehow) and try to get some sleep. This is impossible. I am shaking like a leaf and sweating buckets. I go to the bathroom to have a cold shower. I look in the mirror. My face frightens me, it looks so different to what I usually see. There is a deadness in my eyes. I try not to focus on it, and shower and change. By the time this is done it's almost time to head out the door again. I get to Tom's apartment again, his eyes are red. He looks like he's just shot up. "Hey baby, come in" I come in and undress. "Ready for another slam?"

1. I sat on my couch, lap top open; scrolling through Tumblr and slowly stroking my cock feeling the hunger growing inside me. It was my day off and I had started stroking nearly three hours before. Normally I just get off pretty quickly and move on, but with nothing pressing to do that day I was taking my time. Perhaps as a result of the extensive session I unexpectedly developed the deep and desperate urge to get fucked. At twenty-five I was no stranger to this feeling; I had been a bottom since I took my first cock at sixteen when my math tutor, a tall skinny college sophomore, had taught me more then just calculus. Knowing full well that this feeling would not be slaked by jerking off alone, I grabbed my phone and started to scroll through Scruff. I sent out a few woofs to some hot guys around me, and greetings to a few others, then returned to scrolling through Tumblr. A couple of guys responded quickly enough but none of them were looking to fuck right then. I felt a little discouraged but pushed on, then after about ten minutes a guy who I had not messages sent me a woof. I checked out his profile, he was a little older then I normally go for being in his mid forties but he seemed hot enough. Tall and broad with powerful muscles his profile picture showed a handsome face attached to a beefy hairy body. The hunger inside of me had grown to a ravishing desperate desire and so I message him back. Hey boy. Came his response. We exchanged a few pleasantries, names and such (his it turned out was Mark) and then he said: I’m horny as fuck and need a bottom to plow, can host in HK. 50/8. My cock throbbed and my hole twitched, he was only two blocks away from me in Hells Kitchen. I think I can help you out with that. I responded. Good, just so you know boy I only fuck raw. That’s fine, I’m only like two blocks away what’s the address I’ll head right over. And that was it, I pulled on some close, and rushed out of the door taking the two blocks to his place at a sort of a jogging run. Looking back I know that I let my horniness get the better of me; that I should have asked more questions but I didn’t. There’s no changing what I did, or what happened next, and honestly I don’t think that I would even if I could. I had received a message as I rushed over saying that the front door would be propped open a little bit, and to just come inside and take the doorstop as I did. When I got to the building I saw that the front door to the small old brick building was in fact slightly a jar. My heart thudded in my chest. Not twenty minutes had passed sense he had first messaged me and here I was already walking into this man’s building. I opened the door, took the doorstop out, pushing it over to the side, and crossing the small entryway may my way over to the narrow winding staircase that led up to this man’s third floor apartment. Taking the stairs two at a time I dashed up to the third floor and found the door to the apartment there also slightly ajar. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. I had been instructed to come in and take off my shoes and then walk into the main room of the apartment. As I opened the door I heard groaning and moans, and guessed that Mark was watching porn. I kicked off my shoes, and left them next to the door, which I closed, and then deciding to go one step further pulled my t-shirt off and left it sitting on my shoes. I walked towards the groaning sounds, assuming correctly that they would lead me to Mark. He must have a pretty good job I thought, as I walked down a rather long hallway, past a full kitchen, which suddenly opened onto a spacious and sundrenched living room. In the middle of the room, bent over a couch facing away from the windows was a boy not much older then me, his face contorted in extract as Mark, the man I had come to meet, fucked him. “Good you’re here,” Mark said, not stopping fucking the boy in front of him. I stood frozen to the spot not able to understand what was happening. Mark must have read the confusion on my face because he smiled a wide handsome smile and explained, “This is my bottom boy, he lives with me, he was just getting my cock ready for you with his hole. That’s enough boy.” He pulled out and gave the boy a smack on the ass. The boy got up from the couch and winking at me walked out of the room. Mark started to come around the cock, his cock, which I had yet to see even in pictures coming quickly into view. It was large and thick, probably just shy of nine inches long and as thick around a beer can. It suck straight out from his bushy pubes which thrust upward to join the thick fur that spread across his powerful looking abs. As attractive as he was I couldn’t quite get my head around what I had just gotten myself into. Before I could process any further he was right in front of me, the broad smile still playing across his handsome face. He looked right into my eyes, and one of his hands reach up and found my nipple. “You’re hotter then I thought you would be,” he said, tweaking my nipple, “I love a boy with some meat and fur on him.” I couldn’t help but smile despite awkwardness at the situation, I worked hard on my body going to the gym four times a week, and was also rather fond of the not unsubstantial dusting of hair that covered my chest and plunged down my abdomen into my shorts. Mark was a bit taller then me and I had to tilt my head to look into his eyes as he stepped a little closer to me. I felt his cock, slick with precum and juice from the boy he had just been fucking’s ass, press against my belly button. The smile faded from his lips and he bent his head and kissed me. I don’t know why but I was completely powerless against this man, despite the fact that I had just walked in on him fucking another boy, who was somewhere still in the apartment I found myself kissing him back. I’m still not sure if it was just how seriously horny I was that day of I Mark, even then, had some sort of hold over me, but I just gave into him. The kiss didn’t last long. Instead, he pulled away from me, his hands, which had drifted to either side of my face, slid down onto my shoulders and applied gentle pressure pushing me down. I knew what this meant and sank to my knees and opened my mouth, all thought of the hole his cock had recently been fucking gone from my mind as I came face to face with his fat powerful cock. “Suck me cock boy, show me how much you want it,” he instructed. His voice was low and soothing like how one might talk to a skittish animal. He need not have worried about my being skittish, the hunger in me had over ridden everything else, and stretching my lips wide I took his cock into my mouth. “Good boy,” he moaned as I desperately tried to swallow the entirety of his sizable cock, tasting as I did so the slightly salty taste of his last bottom’s hole. His hands came to rest on the back of my head pushing me further and further down on his cock till I chocked a little and swallowed hard. I had never had as big a cock as his in my mouth let alone pushed down my throat I felt like I couldn’t breath but I also wanted to make Mark happy. I swallowed hard again and tried to breath through my nose and his balls finally bounced off my chin. He only held me there for a moment before allowing me to spit his cock out now slick with throat juices. I looked up at his face, eyes watering, and saw that he was smiling again, my hear soared at seeing that. “You did well boy, but there’s plenty of time for cock sucking later, you want to get fucked don’t you.” I answered him in the only way that seemed appropriate, “Yes, Sir.” “Good, take off those shorts and bend over the couch.” Without hesitation I shucked my shorts, I hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear, and dashed over to the couch, only vaguely aware that I was taking up the exact same spot only recently vacated by that other boy. Mark must have been as excited as I was because he seemed to practically run to get behind me and dove into my upturned ass with a ferocity I had not been expecting. His tongue lapped greedily at my hole, pressing hard against my pucker trying to gain entry to the warm depths within. He was clearly very experienced and made short work of relaxing my hole and I soon felt his tongue press past my sphincter into my hole. I gasped and wriggled about as he probed deeper and deeper into my hole with his tongue. I expected to soon feel a spit slicked finger or two pressing against my hole but Mark had other plans. Once his tongue withdrew from my ass and he straightened up behind me, he dropped a massive glob of spit onto my hole and began to rub his cock head up and down my crack. His cock, still slick with the juices from my throat and the other bottom’s hole, slid easily along until he lined up his cock with my hole and began to apply gentle but steady pressure. I was no where near loose enough to take his cock easily and I groaned and whimpered as his broad, blunt, thick, mushroom head began to slowly force my hole open. My fingers dug into the back of the couch and I shut my eyes tight, focusing on willing my hole to relax but I never once thought about asking him to stop. Just as the pain began to over whelm me and I began to panic thinking I would never open up enough to take his massive cock, my hole gave way with a slight pop and his cock head bust into my hole along with about an inch and a half of his cock. I gasped and reared up my back cocking to rest of his hairy chest my eyes wide and staring like a startled horse. “Good job boy, the head is always the hardest part,” he said, again in the soothing tone, one hand on my back pushing me back down. As I lowered by body back down I noticed that the boy from before was back dressed only in a yellowed jockstrap that did little to hide his sizable bulge with a phone in his hand clearly recording us. “I hope you don’t mind,” Mark said in my ear, “I record every boy’s first time taking my cock.” He pressed a little more into me and I whimpered as he continued, “I like being able to go back and see their faces the first time my cock enters their hole, plus most of my boys like being able to remember what it felt like before my their holes got use to taking my cock whenever I fell like giving it to them.” As he spoke he had been slowly pressing his cock into me, occasionally pulling back a little before sliding even further into me. “You don’t mind do you?” his lips teasing my ear as he asked this question, his hands firmly on my shoulders, and with one last powerful thrust he shoved the last of his cock into me. I almost screamed my answer, “God, you’re so big, please, please fuck me!” “Look into my boy’s phone and say what you want boy. Tell my boy you want my cock. Tell him you want me to fuck you. Tell him you want my load in your boycunt.” Obediently I looked straight into the camera on the boy’s iPhone and said in as steady a voice I could muster as Mark slowly withdrew his cock from my hole, “I want Mark to fuck me, I want his cock, I want him to breed my hole.” The boy holding the phone smiled and winked at me again. “Well done boy. Your hole feels amazing around my cock, I’m going to fuck you good. Do you want that?” “Yes,” I groaned as he began to push his cock back into my hole. “If your hole finished out as well as it starts I may just keep you. I been thinking I could use another bottom boy to use regularly. As much as I like breaking in a new pussy sometimes its nice to be able to just slide into a hole that’s already used to taking my cock and is always wet with my seed.” He started to pick up the pace, still long dicking me but now sliding back in with more force then before. I started to whimper every time his cock bottomed out in my quickly loosening hole. I could tell that my ass juices were lubing up his cock along with the copious amounts of precum he seemed to be leaking, for his cock was sliding in and out of my ass easier with every thrust. I’m not sure when he started to really pound me, I had become lost in the sensations of his cock wrecking my hole; my eyes closed tight again my mouth hanging open slightly. The rest of my body seemed to drift away the only thing that mattered now was the part of me that was wrapped around Mark’s powerful thrusting cock. A low grunt burst from his lips every so often as he slammed his cock into me over and over again. I was dimly aware of powerful waves crashing through the rest of my body with every thrust, my chest being pressed into the back of the couch. Sweat sprung up all over my body and occasionally a drop would fall from Mark onto my back. The veins in his cock seemed to tug at my hole as they slid in and out of my sphincter, my mind somehow hyper aware of every sensation coming from my ass. My hole was slack around his cock and the sound of flesh smacking against flesh seemed to rebound off of every surface, when I finally noticed a change in Mark’s breathing, his pounding becoming erratic and full of desperate need. He was going to cum, I felt excited and sad at the same time, excited that I would soon feel his load coating my insides but sad that this beautiful ass destroying fuck would soon becoming to an end. “I’m going to cum,” Mark growled, slowing down for a moment to whisper in my ear, “tell the camera again what you want.” I looked up for the first time in ages at the boy still standing in front of us, a large spot of precum dampening the front of his dirty jock and said between gasps of pleasure as Mark resumed his desperate pounding of my ass, “I want your load, please breed me Sir!” “Good boy,” he said, his voice a raspy growl, as he, with his hands clamped tight on my shoulders, forced his cock as deep as it could go inside of me and began to spray his load. I had never before been aware of feeling cum hit the walls of my gut but I was this time. I felt every squirt, every drop and I reveled in it. It was a very long time before Mark stopped cuming, and before he withdrew his cock he took several steadying breaths. “I have something to tell you,” he said, his mouth suddenly next to my ear again, his sweat covered body pressed against mine, “and when I tell you remember you asked me to do everything we just did.” My mind was still to fuzzy from the euphoria of the fucking that I had just received to really think about what he was saying. “I just shot a massive POZ load up your boycunt. Your guts are now full of my POZ cum.” The word POZ snapped most of my brain out of it’s floating joy and back to the present, my breath came in quick gasps of panic. What had I done? I practically screamed in my head. Then Mark flexed his cock inside my hole and an electric shock ran through my body. My mind was blank again. “Now you have two options boy,” he flexed his cock again, “You can leave here, shit out my load as best you can and run to the clinic to try and get meds, or you can look right into that camera and say that your cunt belongs to me and you’ll you don’t give a fuck about my being POZ you just want this cock.” It should have taken me longer to make my decision, I should have thought about it, but I didn’t. I looked squarely into the camera and said, “My cunt belongs to you Sir, and I don’t care if you’re POZ I just want you to fuck me again.” “Well done boy. I’m definitely keeping you.” He pulled his cock completely from my ass and then slammed the whole thing back in again beginning another punishing pounding of my hole. He dumped two more loads in me before deciding my hole had been used enough on that day. After he pulled out the last time he told me to wait on the couch with my ass still in the air while he went and got me a present and he left the room. When he came back he was holding a large black butt plug, which he pushed into my gaping hole, the flared bottom wide enough to lock into my well used cunt. “When I’m done training your hole,” he said, patting the base of the plug, “I’ll be able to bend you over whenever I want and slide into your hole like it was made for my cock. Do you want that.” I nodded, my eyes bright with hunger for more. “Good boy, now go home and get some rest. I have work tomorrow but I want you over here at four o’clock, and don’t take the plug out. I’ll take it out tomorrow when I’m ready to use your cunt again.” He kissed me a little as he handed me my clothes and then once I was dressed quickly ushered me out the door. I found myself standing on the street, my hole stuffed with a massive plug, and my cock hard as a rock. I suddenly realized I hadn’t cum all day. That didn’t seem important now. The loads I carried in my hole were more important. I went home, and without showering or anything stripped naked and fell asleep.

http://www.advocate.com/health/hiv-aids/2015/06/24/6-life-sentences-come-hiv while it may rile some, I do feel the premise of this article is sound, and puts HIV is perspective, especially for those who think it is a complete non-issue.

***Posting this for my friend DenVERScub**** Here's a recap if you missed what happened in Abel Bodied Boy Part 1 (which can be found in straight/bi fiction). Abel (aka Abe) had been happily cruising through life unnoticed in the average range of looks, skills, smarts and drive until he got a summer job at the local pool. When the new boss, Mike, came in and imposed strict rules and ideals for the employees, Abe decided to take on the challenge. This didn't sit well with his best friend and next-door neighbor, Will, who quit the pool and expected his buddy to do the same. While Abe and Mike worked together to make Abe a better athlete, academic and all-around awesome dude, Will was getting closer to Lane, a mutual friend and the only girl Abe had eyes for. Once the school year began, Abe was too heart-sick to be around Will and Lane, who'd begun dating, so he threw himself into school and swim team, turning into an A student and captain of the team. Now that Mike had moved across the country to take a job as a University Athletic Coach, Abe is feeling lonely, but not for long. Will and Lane break up and a few days later Lane texts Abe and asks him to come over. After a long night of sex, Abe is finally achieving what he (never knew he) always wanted. Now he wonders if he has pushed away his friend permanently by sleeping with Lane, and what his life is becoming. That brings us to now... PART II Any doubts Abel had about his status with Lane were immediately quashed when he got on the bus to head to school Monday morning. He'd been riding by himself for awhile now, since Will had been driving Lane and himself to and from school ever since the previous Christmas, when he received a used compact that used to belong to his grandmother. It was no where near as cool as the rides some of Abe's teammates drove, many of them coming from wealthy families, but any car in high school was a step up from having to ride the big yellow loser mobile. That's why Abe was stunned to see Lane sitting in the back, in the same row where she used to hang with him and Will B.C. (before coupling). Once she saw him walking towards her, Lane scooted over, smiled and patted the space next to her. Whispering to Abe about how hot the other night was, and how badly she wanted him now, it wasn't long before they were slumped down in the seat, making out while Abe slid his hand up her skirt and fingered her. Reality came crashing back when they reached the next stop and 15 more kids piled on the bus, causing them to separate quickly. Once at school, they waited until everyone else was almost off the bus before sneaking a kiss and heading in opposite directions to their respective classes. While his homeroom teacher droned on about some upcoming college application deadlines, Abe filled the empty margins of the handout with sketches dirty depicting Lane in various states of undress and all sorts of positions. His ridged cock was leaking gallons of precum into his boxer-briefs, and he was glad he had followed Mike's lead and switched to the tighter undies when the bell rang and he realized he was going to have to get up and head to his next class, hard or not. Carrying his gym bag in front of his crotch to help conceal any bulges that could still be seen, Abe worked his way towards his Math class, but stopped short when Will was waiting for him outside the classroom. Nowhere to run, and too late to hide, Abe swallowed his pride and made his way over to Will, expecting to get his face pummeled. Imagine his shock when Will told him it was HIS idea to end things with Lane, so that he could start dating the hot bi-goth chick who worked at the video game store he frequented. The two friends fell back into old rhythms as Will convinced Abe to ditch the rest of their morning classes so he could regale his buddy with tales of tail Abe's cheeks flushed hot and he shrugged his usual shrug. Mike's comment made it clear that he knew Abe was new to drug use, but he'd phrased it to make it easy for Abe to ask for help later. As Mike showed Abe the basement, Abe admired the coach for his ability to make him feel like a friend and a student, without ever making him feel stupid or naïve. He also admired the large open floor plan of the finished basement, covered in floor to ceiling wood paneling and orange shag carpeting, he wasn't at all surprised to hear that this house had once been the campus headquarters for a student organization and the basement was their original rec-room. At the end of the basement, Mike had set up his old weight bench and punching bag, while at the other end he mounted a huge tv in front of two beat up leather couches that Abe recognized from Mike's old college digs. Down towards the tv end sat a simple wood bar with a stone slab across it, looking totally thrown together if not for the sink sunken into the stone. Hitting a switch behind the bar, some red light bulbs turned on over the basement, and once Abe turned off the flourescents, it looked totally 70s, making them both laugh. "What's in there?" Abe asked, pointing to a door under the stairs. "Take a look." Mike said while mixing the two of them some cocktails behind the bar. When the door opened, Abe reached in for a light switch and was blinded for a moment, before realizing the switch was a dimmer, and adjusting the beam. This was probably a guest room according to any real estate agent that listed it, but really it was just a glorified closet that led to a dinky bathroom with a sink, urinal and toilet. Mike had tried to make it cooler than it was by putting some more run down couches in there and a coffee table in the center. The room was small enough that the two couches filled two of the walls, a love seat and the bathroom door filled the third and the door to the main room and another, smaller flat screen tv was all that fit between them on the fourth. Abe made a joke about it being a dungeon and mike responded that "coaches keep their dungeons on campus," which got a laugh from both of them. As Chris and his friend Dirk arrived, Abe took his cocktail from the bar and informed them he was just gonna run upstairs and change. His slacks and button down shirt he'd worn to dinner were too dressy, but he wasn't comfortable enough to follow Mike's lead when he stripped off his oxford and khakis, leaving him in just a pair of basketball shorts and a jockstrap. Upstairs in "his" room, he agonized over what to wear and stripped down to his jock while he pondered whether to go with board shorts and a tee shirt or a wife beater and mesh bball shorts. He jumped when the door flew open and Chris came over to him holding a shot glass. Abe reached for the nearest shorts and tried to pull them on quickly while Chris checked him out and insisted there was no need to put anything on for his sake. Once he'd gotten the bball shorts on, he asked why the shot Chris was handing him was half full. "It's not booze," Chris laughed. "It's ghb bro. Trust me, this is all you'll want." The two boys clinked shot glasses and downed it, Chris following his with a chug from his own drink. The god-awful soapy taste of the stuff in the glass made Abe wish he had thought to do the same, before he made a face and dashed to his glass to gulp down as much as it took to clear his palette (aka all of it). Chris laughed and apologized for not warning him, but Abe tried to play it cool. While Abe slipped the t-shirt over his head, Chris asked if he could try on the speedo that lay on the floor. Shrugging as always, he thought the college boy was joking until he whipped his sweats down to his ankles, followed by his boxers, and stepped out of them, leaving him in only a baggy t-shirt with the university crest. When he pulled the speedo up his legs, Abe got a good view of Chris' hefty cut, hairless package as he put it into the small spandex pouch. When he looked up Chris was looking right at him, but didn't seemed phased to have the boy check out his junk. "I shave it to make it look bigger," He said while checking himself out in the floor to ceiling mirrors on the gym/guest room wall. "Makes all the bitches drool when it is this smooth. You mind if I wear this under my shorts? The college team wears the full spandex body suits so I never wear speedos anymore. I wanna show Dirk later, it is guaranteed to make him shit a brick when he sees me in these." Chris pulled up his boxers and sweats before Abe could react, which was probably good since Abe was starting to feel tipsy. Drunk on one drink? He wondered if he was turning into a light weight before remembering that he'd just taken a dose of ghb with Chris, who was heading downstairs, and telling him to hurry up. It took a minute for Abe to slip on his flip flops and spray some body spray, before he turned and followed the tall swimmer jock down the stairs. Back in the basement, Mike introduced Abe to Asst. coach Keirnan West who everyone knew as "Westy" and Asst. coach Cody Edwards, better known as Eddie. Both men were wearing university polos and khaki shorts, making Abe wish he was a) not as drunk as he felt, and still wearing his outfit from dinner. Still both guys were busy taking shots and trading a joint between them, so Abe didn't feel too weird until Mike told everyone to call him "Abel." Abe raised an eyebrow at his buddy, so Mike leaned over to him and said quietly "when they ask, tell them it's like willing and abel." Abe smirked and let Mike take his glass to the bar, motioning for him to follow. When they stopped, Mike pointed out that he was only giving coke this time, since the ghb they'd both (apparently) taken was likely to react badly with liquor. Turning to group and asking who wanted to watch a video, Mike got a rousing response before reaching under the bar and pulling out a remote. Pointing it at the huge ass tv on the wall, he powered it up, set the audio to some punk radio station, then switched the video input to 'AV1' and disappeared back behind the bar. Leaning past the edge of the stone counter, Abe watched as Mike put an unmarked dvd into a dvd player and pressed play. As he rose back up, he motioned for Abe to look back at the tv, where the loading symbol suddenly transformed into a porn menu with the title "Gangbang Party Girl 4" before fading away to the beginning credits. Eyes popping from his head. Abe leaned against the bar as the five other guys converged on the old sofas, took seats and passed the joint around while the film started. "Gonna join us," asked Dirk, Chris' friend, who was easily 6'4", slim, white, covered in tattoos, had a buzz cut and wore a wife beater, board shorts, dog tags and tennis shoes. "Or gonna jerk off in the corner?" Everybody laughed as Abe made his way to join them on the couch, finding a spot between Dirk and Westy, who was sweating lightly. The movie turned out to be less of a focal point and more just background ambiance while the guys talk, smoked the joint and played some hands of poker. With nothing to bet, they got bored with that real quick, and Abe wondered what it was they were waiting for. As if waiting for him to ask, Chris produced a response in the form of a text message on his phone. "Aw shit," Chris said, reading from his small screen. "The girls can't come. Some lame excuse about early flights tomorrow or some shit. Guess we might as well get started without them." With that announcement, Dirk produced another joint and lit it. So far Abe, or Abel as the guys were calling him, had avoided having to take a hit, but now everyone was refocused on the passing of the joint, so he was stuck. Either he took a hit or passed and made himself known as the 'pot-pussy,' a term he'd heard some of his swim teammates use about another guy who passed. Hoping to look cool, Abel took the joint, put it to his lips and pulled, lightly at first, then harder and harder until his lungs were full. Breathing out slowly, he felt like his throat was on fire, but he kept the smoke flow in control, except for one small cough towards the end. Glancing to the other couch while he passed the joint to Westy, he saw Chris and Eddie make faces of approval, and Mike even shot him a wink. After the joint made a few more rounds, Abel was feeling no pain...until someone said the joint was gone. "Is that all you brought?" he asked, uncaring as to how it sounded. All the other guys laughed, and Dirk reached over the back of the couch and pulled a knapsack up to his lap. "Nah man," He said, pulling a cloth zipper bag about the size of a cucumber from the bottom compartment on the sack. "but this shit isn't free." "I got Abel since he bought the booze," Mike chimed in as everyone began pulling cash from their pockets. Truthfully he hadn't bought anything on this trip, but he didn't correct Mike when he pulled four 20 dollar bills from his back pocket and tossed them into a rapidly growing pile. It was a good thing too, since Abel's wallet was upstairs, and all that they'd find inside it were some crumpled receipts, a tattered two dollar bill and a debit card he had yet to activate. That way he wasn't tempted to use his hard-earned college money for something like...oh say buying drugs. "Thanks for the drinks man," Eddie added, slapping Abel on the back before adding 40 of his own. By now there had to be $200 dollars on the table, and Abel wondered what they were buying, when Dirk unzipped the little cloth pouch and produced a plastic bag about half the size of a dollar, filled to bursting with small pinkish crystals. The guys each seemed impressed, saying things like "sweet man," and "hot stash," so Abel threw in a "nice" for good measure. "Got a pipe for this shit Coach?" Dirk asked Mike, who indicated the door under the stairs. Suddenly all the guys were standing up and moving to the tiny room with the coffee table, so Abel followed suit. Through the door it was even warmer than the rest of the basement, and Abel wondered how this could be, since the air conditioning had never let his room get above 70 degrees so far on the trip. Not the only one to feel it, Eddie peeled off his shirt, followed by Chris and Westy, until on Dirk in his wife beater and Abel in his tee still seemed "fully clothed." "I'll join if you do," Dirk said quietly to Abel as he stepped past him and went to sit on the other end of the second couch. Shrugging once again, Abel stripped off his tee and watched as Dirk finished the trend. The tattooed drug dealer might have been slim but his chest was ripped, with the most defined twelve pack Abel had ever seen. Trying not to stare, he moved his gaze to the man next to Dirk and discovered why they called the asst. coach westy. Fuzzy from the nape of his neck down his wide firm pecs and over his pumped abs, Westy's hair was as curly as the dog of the same name. On his other side sat Chris, who was just the opposite, hairless, toned and trimmed, a happy medium between Dirk's rippling slim body and Abel's built but still cut chest. Unable to stop himself, Abel took a look at Eddie who sat on his left and checked out the trim waist, covered in a light dusting of black straight hair, leading to two dinner plate sized pecs, also dusted in black fuzz, spreading out to smooth, broad shoulders and giant biceps. On his right was Mike, the epitome of manliness, beefy and broad as Abel remembered him. Surrounded by testosterone, Abel felt safe and strangely, slightly horny. Putting that out of his mind, Abel watched Mike, who was reaching into a compartment underneath the coffee table, and coming up with a butane torch and a glass pipe unlike any Abel had ever seen. Dirk loaded the pink crystals into the pipe, filing it with quite a few, before taking the lighter and holding it to the bottom of the glass. Intrigued, Abel leaned forward to watch as Dirk lit the bowl and melted the crystals into a pool of liquid that slowly became smoke, white and pure. Putting the end of the pipe to his lips, he slowly inhaled and rocked the bowl back and forth with one hand, while holding the flame under it with the other. The smoke swirled furiously until Dirk could take in no more, at which point he released the trigger on the torch, letting it turn off, held the torch and bowl out to Mike and exhaled the biggest cloud Abel had ever seem anyone exhale. It was so big, he forgot to act cool, and said "wow." Realizing in horror what he'd just done, he glanced across to Dirk, who just smiled and said "Damn right, wow." Watching again with more controlled intrigue, Abel concentrated on what Mike was doing as he too lit the torch, turned the pool into smoke and took a huge hit from the pipe. Another massive cloud emerged and Abel began to worry that he was about to make a fool of himself. There to save the day, as he had so many times before, was Mike. "I know you haven't don't meth this way before," Mike explained, subtly implying that Abel had done it in other forms. "So can I light it for you and show you how to hit it?" "Sure, thank Mike." Abel said, nonchalant and aloof as could be. He listened as Mike explained how to heat the bowl without burning the crystals, torching them until they melted then rolling the bowl back and forth until the smoke began to billow, before finally putting it to Abel's lips and telling him to inhale slowly. Closing his eyes, Abel began to suck in the smoke and had to stifle his surprise when he discovered it was nothing like the weed they'd passed around out in the big room. This hit was so much cleaner and softer that he almost didn't think he was getting any, except that Mike and the other guys were saying encouraging statements. Once he was full of smoke, his instinct was to hold it in like the weed, but Mike told him to exhale immediately, so he opened his eyes and pushed the smoke out, proud to see a cloud almost as big as Mike or Dirk's. Towards the end of the hit, he suddenly felt it catch in his throat and began to cough like a lung cancer patient with emphazema. Some of the guys laughed for a second, but Chris was quick to tell him something that made Abel feel better. "Coughing during a big hit gets you high faster," the college swimmer interjected. "I hope I can cough like that when I take a hit." Somehow, during the explanation, Abel missed the fact that Dirk was loading another bowl, so there was another one for him to hit only a few moments after he'd passed the first on to Eddie. By the time he had it melted and rolling correctly, the other guys had all hit the first one and were cheering him on for his first solo hit. Inhaling again, he tried to get another huge hit but it was only about 3/4 of the first hit once he finished. Still everyone else seemed impressed, so he took some pride in the next one. At this point, Abel started to feel wired, like he'd been drinking red bull for hours and just finished a work out while jerking off. His cock was stiff, but no one else seemed to notice since they were all seated. As the six guys passed around the 2 bowls, Abel forgot about being nervous and came to discover just how amazing meth was. "Shit, that's one hard dick." Westy said, making Abel look over and almost jump in to defend himself, when he realized he wasn't the owner of the hard on Westy was referring to. "Yeah Sorry dude," Mike said, standing up and thrusting out his crotch, showing his huge hard on as it tried to escape his jock and bball shorts. "Tina and porn always make me hard." "Me too," Chris chimed in. "You just can't tell cause I'm wearing...this!" Suddenly he ripped down his sweats and boxers and his big, bald cock could be seen twisted sideways under the the flimsy spandex of Abel's speedos." Everyone laughed like crazy as the dick head twitched and worked its way along the top seam until finally it was too much and it popped out, eliciting more laughter and making Abel's cock pulse and dribble precum into his jock. "Fuck C-dawg," Dirk shouted, while laughing hysterically. "Where'd you get the banana hammock?!?!?" "From Abel." Chris responded, before pulling down the waist band and tucking it beneath his balls and doing a little dance that made it slap up against his abs over and over. Every dissolved back into laughter, finally gaining control as Chris tucked his hard on back into Abel's suit. "So Abel, why do they call you Abel anyway?" "Cause I'm usually willing," Abel proudly responded before picking up the pipe. "and I'm always Abel." Laughter exploded again, finally calming enough for Mike to suggest they bring the pipes and the tina and head back out into the main room. One by one Abel thought each of them had come out until he was sitting on the couch smoking and felt the urge to take a piss. As he walked over to the closet, he realized that Dirk, Eddie and Mike had all come out of the room as promised, but Chris and Westy were nowhere in sight. A renewed urge to pee hit him at that second, so he dismissed the inquiry from his mind, and dashed into the little room, where he stopped just short of the bathroom, held in place by the sight beyond the door. Through the crack in the door, Abel had a perfect view as Chris fed his 8 inch cut dick to Westy, who was sitting on the toilet, playing with his own, respectable, 7 cut inches. His reddish brown curls were not limited to his chest, but also surrounded his pink dick and covered his hefty man balls. The mirror gave Abel a nice view of the hand that wasn't manipulating Westy's own cock, as it was pushing its way between Chris' tight cheeks, finally hitting the target and driving a finger two knuckles deep into the hole. Chris stifled a scream at the invasion and tried to push himself up and off, but Chris' muscular arm flew from his cock to around the college boy's waist, holding him still as he inserted a second finger and began to drive them in and out, harder and harder. Abel stepped back a little into the shadows while Chris whispered for Westy to stop between moaning how hot the asst. coach's throat and tongue were. Before long the whispers devolved into grunts and eventually Abel could tell Chris was getting close. Westy pulled off for only one second and informed the boy that "you can cum down my throat if you want, but you know what that means." Apparently Chris was okay with whatever it meant, as he grabbed Westy's head and rammed his hard cock back down the 20-something coach's throat before squealing quietly "take my load!" Reaching into his own jock, Abel stroked his cock absent mindedly as Chris' balls contracted, no doubt emptying into the other man's gullet. Moments passed before the smooth suckee finally relaxed and was released by the hairy sucker, who slowly removed his fat fingers from the smooth bubble butt. Abel's dick was harder than he'd ever felt as he watched the two men get dressed, this time with Westy wearing the speedo under his tighty whiteys and khaki shorts. "Just remember," Westy said as he zipped up. "I swallowed, so later I get a shot at that ass. That was the deal." "We'll see," Chris said, justifiably afraid of getting cornholed by the hairy beast. "No, we had a deal boy," Westy said, using his massive arms to maneuver the college swimmer until he was pressed between the man and the sink. "Either you let me fuck you later, or I take that ass now, whether you want me to or not." Chris shook his head yes as Westy pressed his hard on against the boy's boxer covered hole. "Good," Westy said, returning to straightening up. "Leave the shorts off, I got some pre cum on them." Abel panicked, realizing Westy was about to discover him. Diving over to the door, he whipped it open and stood behind it as the furry coach went out, followed momentarily by the boy he just threatened to rape. Waiting a moment before stepping out, Abel's cock was still hard and now it was leaking copiously onto his abs, tucked up under his jockstrap waistband, reaching almost to his belly button. Shutting the door softly, he turned around and almost shit himself to see Mike sitting on the couch, loading another bowl. "So you caught the Chris and Westy show," Mike said, with no more emotion than if he'd been discussing a baseball game. "what did you think?" End of Part II Part III coming soon!

I got horny today, browsed some fics and tried my hand at writing one. Never written anything like this before, hope it’s decent. “Prag” has the same meaning as “prison bitch”, I used it because typing bitch so often got repetitive. “Boy” and “kid” in this story refer to young adults, around 18-24 years old. ------------------------------------------------------------------- This was it. Months of thinking it over, asking myself if I was sure it was what I wanted, and now it was finally happening. I was going to take the plunge. After making sure my ass was completely cleaned out and ready for what promised to be an intense, unforgettable night, I took a quick shower and looked back on the last few months. I had been lucky to meet Jamaal online. A hot, beefy daddy, very muscular, slightly hairy, but with just enough padding to give him a burly bear build. His body drove me wild. He was into stuff that even other pigs would find kinky, and had a forceful personality that made even a reluctant bottom eager to completely, utterly submit. His veiny, uncut cock was just slightly over ten inches long, as big around as a soda can at the base, with a head that was even bigger. I wasn't usually into black guys, but I wanted to be an utter slut for Jamaal. He could (and soon would) do anything he wanted to me. I had blown Jamaal several times, usually getting all but an inch or so of his cock down my throat before gagging. The first time my jaw had gotten sore from trying to open wide enough for him, but I had gotten used to his girth quickly. The length still gave me problems. Jamaal assured me he'd be curing me of my gag reflex in the coming weeks. I had bottomed for plenty of guys, but had never taken a cock anywhere near Jamaal's size. I was a bit nervous, but had wanted to take his cock up my ass for a long time. Jamaal refused to top me unless I took his dick bareback, let him fuck me as rough and deep as he wanted no matter how much it tore up my ass; he wanted to fuck me like a prison bitch. Jamaal meant that last part literally. In our chats online, I found out he had taken part in a botched robbery attempt that left a security guard dead and a police officer (who had happened to be patrolling nearby) badly injured. He had refused to snitch on his accomplices, and had ended up serving almost twenty years (though the original sentence was far less; he had his sentence extended several times due to his behavior while in prison). You see, it was in prison that Jamaal had discovered his love of fucking guys in the ass (a lack of consent had never stopped him from getting what he wanted, and his "take what I want" attitude had only barely been held in check since his release a few years back). Prison was where he learned that, even if they only did it out of fear, a man was naturally better at sucking cock than a woman could ever hope to be. It was where he discovered that a man's ass, involuntarily clenched in pain and terror, was tighter than even a virgin pussy. Where he discovered the sheer, sadistic pleasure of brutally violating and humiliating someone, breaking them down, completely and irreparably, just for his own perverse gratification. Prison was also where he contracted HIV. Jamaal figured he had caught the bug early on, either from blood exchanged during one of his many 'new meat' fights. 'New meat' fights occur for each good-looking inmate goes through unless the newbie immediately accept life as a prag. Jamaal also speculated he may have caught the bug after being patched up after in the infirmary as the safety precautions of normal hospitals were often ignored, sometimes to save money, sometimes because the doctors and nurses just didn't give a shit, often because unqualified personnel who didn't know what the fuck they were doing were put in charge of the inmates' care. Jamaal claimed guys had attempted to rape him but had never succeeded, and that such attempts led him to join a gang. While not interested in operations like smuggling and selling drugs, or any real leadership role, he had quickly risen to prominence within the gang, thanks to his loyalty to the other gang members and his tendency to win fights (and leave his enemies nearly, but not quite, dead). Jamaal guessed he had pozzed about two dozen or so white men (mostly young boyish guys, like me), a couple of Asians, and perhaps a half dozen or so Latinos, during his two-decade prison term. The younger and weaker a guy was, the more likely he'd end up with a cock in his ass at some point. Some prags were new inmates who had willingly (though not eagerly) given up their bodies in exchange for drugs and/or protection. Some had been transferred from other prisons, already so beaten down and broken that they just accepted their fate as cumdumps for the bigger, stronger inmates. Some of them fought, usually a new inmate, someone who didn’t realize that winning the fight today just meant you were exhausted for tomorrow’s fight. Sometimes it took months to beat and fuck the fight out of them. Jamaal liked it when they had some fight in them, some fire. He liked seeing a little bit of that fire extinguished each time a kid would lose a fight, and DAMN, Jamaal loved seeing the look of horror and despair on their face at the moment they realized the fight wasn’t going in their favor, that they were going to lose, going to be held down again, beaten again, humiliated and robbed of their manhood - again. He had only fucked another black inmate one time. Jamaal had viciously beaten and then helped gang rape a mouthy black kid who had, on the kid's first day in gen pop, tried to show he was tough shit by claiming a bitch of his own. Unfortunately for him, he chose the wrong boy to fuck. Jamaal had his own prag, a Latino in his early 30s, but his gang had a few shared fuckboys as well, mostly young white boys who had been stupid enough to try to survive on their own rather than join a gang. At the end of a ten-on-one fight, even the toughest bastard would usually find himself bent over with a cock viciously plowing his asshole. True, the Aryans preyed on the younger white inmates they didn't feel were tough enough to join their ranks, and they might slap their bitches around a little for fun, or to keep them in line, but they didn't brutalize and torture them for fun the way black inmates did when they had a white bitch under their control. Any new white inmate with a brain would join a white gang, either as a member or a willing prag, rather than be taken as a slave by the black gangs, and Jamaal’s gang wasn’t nearly as sadistic as some of the others when it came to their bitches. Still, the thugs in Jamaal's gang viewed their bitches as property, which meant they could do whatever they wanted to them, but it also meant they were fiercely territorial when it came to their prags. When Jamaal found out someone outside his gang had raped one of their bitches, he bribed a guard to leave the exercise yard at a time he knew the offender would be there, and confronted him. Jamaal gave the kid the option of escaping retribution by joining the gang (he liked that the kid had a spine, obviously had no problem with violence or getting his hands dirty, and it was always good to have another person on your side in an environment as dangerous as prison). Instead of joining, the kid tried to make a name for himself. He literally spat in Jamaal's face and threw a punch. The punk realized the gravity of his mistake as Jamaal dodged the blow and caught him upside the head with a free weight. He woke up to find a dirty sock stuffed in his mouth and a barely lubed cock being painfully forced up his ass. Jamaal had taken the kid down without any help from his gang, but was holding him down so they could each empty their balls into his (formerly) virgin hole. The rape served many purposes, other than just the entertainment of the guys in his gang: it told the victim, and the other inmates, not to fuck with Jamaal or his gang, and to stay the fuck away from their prags, unless they wanted to risk becoming a prag as well. It also showed his gang that Jamaal was loyal and tough, and a valuable ally, and that meant people would watch his back if and when shit went down. It also showed everyone that when Jamaal made an offer, one would do well to accept it. Anyhow, as the first gang member filled the punk’s ass with cum, the punk found the sock in his mouth removed and a shank put at his throat. He had managed to hold back the tears so far, but when he was told that he was going to suck the shit off the gang members’ cocks after they fucked him, and that refusing to do so would get his throat slashed, the tears came spilling out. The pain and humiliation of being raped had been hellish, but it was nothing compared to the degradation and disgust he felt as the first slimy, shit covered cock was forced down his throat. The worst part, was that despite the overpowering taste of shit, and the taste of his rapist’s cum, he could taste the blood from his torn asshole. A few seconds after the first gang member had pulled out of his ass and forced the cock into his mouth, the punk felt another cock rammed balls deep into his ass. This one was shorter than the first cock, but easily twice as thick. The punk felt his already torn insides ripped apart. He screamed reflexively, but the ripe cock down his throat muffled it. The scream came out barely a whimper. And the punk’s nightmare had just begun. I shuddered mentally as I recalled what Jamaal had told me had happened to the punk who had crossed him. I had no interest in scat (though I had no issue with ass to mouth if I had a chance to clean out beforehand) but knowing Jamaal could be dominant and forceful to the point of violence made my ass twitch. That was why I was here, wasn’t it? I not only knew how Jamaal could treat a boy, but I wanted him to treat me that way. Having finished my shower, I turned off the water, grabbed my towel and dried off, and walked out of the bathroom and down the hall, opened the second door on the left, and went downstairs into the basement. Jamaal was waiting for me, play room all set up. Sofa in the corner, sling in the opposite corner, padded bench in the middle, kiddie pool at the far end of the room for watersports, a table along the wall with assorted whips and toys, a few cameras set up around the room. A half dozen other black men stood naked, identical tattoos on their arms clearly identifying them as members of the same gang. They varied slightly in size and skin tone, some had erections already, some were still limp, but I could tell all of them were well hung. “Nice little white bitch you found,” one of them said, “ready to break him in?” Jamaal didn’t have to answer. I walked up and bent over the bench in the middle of the room. It was finally happening: Jamaal and six members of his gang, all poz, all about to take turns fucking me, all eager to shoot their dirty seed into their new, skinny little white bitch. There would be no going back. I had signed a slave contract with Jamaal yesterday. I had agreed to many things, but a prominent detail was the signing over of all my assets to him. I had been born into a well off family. Not Hilton rich, but rich enough that I would never have to work and could still never worry about money. I had never been forced to steal to get by like Jamaal had. The one time I had trouble with the law, my parents had thrown money at the problem and made it go away. When I met Jamaal online and heard his story, I knew things weren’t right. I was part of a system that had white people fucking over and taking everything away from blacks. I hadn’t been willing to take the plunge at first. I’d sucked his cock, even sucked a couple of his friends’ cocks, drank some piss, and had one thug fuck me with a condom. Jamaal knew how much I wanted it, but he wouldn’t let me do anything but suck his cock unless I surrendered to him completely. Either I was his bitch or I wasn’t. It had taken me several weeks to finally decide to give in. As it was, I had signed a contract that would let Jamaal reverse the way things usually went for blacks and whites. He’d be in power and get to take everything from me: my money, my dignity, my body, and my health. He had told me up front he was only interested in using (and sometimes abusing) me, making me his bitch, using me up, and destroying me for his pleasure like he had so many other white bitches back in prison. He would use me as a cumdump, poz me, take every penny I had, let his friends fuck and abuse me, and video every degrading sex act I participated in so he could get even more money from me by putting the videos online. And when HIV (and whatever other diseases I was sure to get from his friends and the many other black thugs that would be using me as a cumdump) ravaged my body, when I got so sick and frail that he and his friends didn’t want my ass anymore, when he couldn’t even make money whoring me out to anyone with a buck to spend, then he’d kick me out into the street, leave me used up, broken, alone, and without hope, just like he had to all his prison bitches before me. I had signed the contract. I knew what I was getting into and I wasn’t going to back out. I wanted this. I needed this. I felt guilty for being white and privileged. I needed to be utterly used and discarded by an angry, dominate black man. I wanted to know he enjoyed hurting me, destroying me. I took a deep breath as I waited, bent over the bench. Jamaal had things planned out. He wanted the biggest cock in the group (only one guy had a dick bigger than Jamaal’s, it was nearly 13”, thicker than a beercan, cut, with a slight curve upwards) to break me in, leave my ass gaping and torn up, so the other guys would have a better chance of pozzing me. The thug with the 13" cock came up behind me and put some lube on his massive meat. I knew he wasn’t using nearly enough lube, that he wanted my ass stretching and straining to take his dick. Even if he used the entire bottle of lube, it would have been agonizing, and I knew he had no intention of being gentle. That was fine, I wanted the pain. I would be a prag for Jamaal, and anyone he offered my ass to. I knew I was going to be used and eventually discarded. I also knew Jamaal liked bitches that fought, that had fire. I wouldn’t fight, but I would show him I had fire. I would take every rough, ass-stretching fuck those black cocks gave me. And, when they finished with my ass, I would suck each cock clean. I would open myself up to their dirty cum, I would let them taint my body with disease. I would take their abuse, I would let them break me, I would let Jamaal film it and profit from my suffering. I would endure everything they put me through. I knew eventually I would be all used up, that I would break. But I would endure everything I possibly could. I would make Jamaal work to break me. He would see my fire go out, little by little, and he’d enjoy the challenge, but it would take a lot of time and effort on his part before the fire went out completely. I would endure as long as I could, take all the fucking, all the diseased cum, all the abuse I could possibly endure. Then, when Jamaal, and every black man he knew, was done with me, when I was cast away like a piece of white trash, I would know that I had let him use me up completely, that I had completely and utterly been his bitch. I let out the breath I had been holding as I felt the thug behind me put one hand on my ass while he lined his cock up to my hole with his other hand. I felt his massive, poz cock push against the pucker of my asshole, tearing me open as it pushed deeper and deeper inside. I could tell from his breathing and the twitching of his rock hard cock, that he was already dripping hot, toxic precum into my bleeding ass. There was no turning back now…

I really never used the word bareback. My first time was with a swim team mate when I was 15. He used some baby location and shoved his bare dick in my ass. We fucked till he came in me. I always fucked this way. Only when I was asked if I barebacked did I become familiar with the term only once did a guy use a condom. It actually tore my ass

I topped bare and also swallowed loads before PrEP, and I do both even more freely, after 2 years on PrEP. I've had no noticeable side effects. In terms of miscellaneous STIs, I am required to test quarterly at this point (and the FDA and CDC guidelines for Truvada for PrEP call for this) but I've kept up my initial testing schedule, which was monthly. Not surprisingly, I've found fewer exposures when meeting individuals (e.g. through an app.) than when going to a public sex environment like a glory hole place, and also fewer exposures in suburban areas than in San Francisco proper. I talk up PrEP to any Neg or unknown-status bottom I fuck.

Always barebacked. There was no actual discovery. Once you have taken raw cock in the ass there is nothing to compare to it.

Sure. doctors, medical students, psychologists and social workers who work with AIDS patients...

More than a few.. Had doctors, HIV specialists, HIV vaccine researchers, and my personal favorite...an epidemiologist for the CDC... They are people too with the same cravings.

I thought being opinionated on a forum was a good thing. Anyway I think I know who will be prom king of this forum, that's if it's not "too high school" for him of course

Cole Youngblood! Now there's a blast from the past......Very sexy guy with a huge dick (if I remember correctly). Same goes for Ken Ryker. Couldn't get enough of watching him fuck. Moviestar good looks and a massive dick.

I used to be in porn, on the other side of the camera, and finding guys is the easy part. Getting a good scene from them is another story. Except for performers who manage their careers well, the money is not in porn. A lot of the guys do porn so they can escort or dance. That's where the money is for most performers. It's advertising to get their name out there. There are also a lot of guys who think it might be fun. Most only do a scene or two because it's a lot of work. That 15/20 minute scene takes hours to shoot and there is a lot of stop, change positions, and go. And just about every top uses Viagra to keep it hard. Then there is the drama from the performers...don't get me started! However, the parties were a lot of fun. I have fond memories of Cole Youngblood. I wonder what happened to him.

20 mins ago in Hyde Park Chicago. Another A4A safe sex only guy. Said he was 18, parents out. He had condoms out ready. I told him i would suck him first, so he laid down and i gave him probably the best head he had ever had lol. And i just slid up his body and as i jerked him off then leg over, he was a fat kid, and straight down on his rock hard cock and started to ride him. after about 5 mins i said fuck me like your bitch, and i rolled of and got shoulders down ass up and he fucked like a machine! blew his load in my ass. he stood up and grabbed a towel to clean off but i grabbed his still hard cock and started sucking him again. he fell back onto the bed and i jacked him off into my mouth with another load. He said he hadnt cum twice like that before. He was soaking wet with sweat when i left. i hope i didnt give him an std, i have been getting fucked by some nasty guys recently.

By: HungExhibBoy http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=rm4qS-G402-#.VY4bzXkw_IU BB after work Me and my man enjoying a quick fuck after a long day at work

Last night was Naked Night at the Vault in London. Just as I was about to leave, a very hot, fit, dark, hairy guy came up to me. Without a word spoken, he took me by the hand and led me to one of the rooms under the arches, turned me around, and pushed me gently but firmly onto my knees on the mattress. After making me gasp and writhe from the best rim job ever, he stood up and slid into my wet hole. He never said a word, but at one point he grabbed my hand and made me feel his cock: no rubber. Then he started to fuck slow, hard, deep, gentle, in and almost out. Poppers kept appearing under me as I was pinned by him. I totally caved. It was heaven feeling his hairy front against my smooth back. The only words he ever said were thank you, after he blew a huge load up my grateful hole and disappeared into the crowd of naked men.

1) financial burden is almost completely dependent on ones wealth or lack there of. A person making 100k a year without a great health plan is in for a world of hurt in terms of HIV treatment, They dont qualify for assistance, so they make enough to pay retail for treatment. 2) This is treatment independent, and very true, HIV has been proven to cause increased aging regardless of treatment. 3) I think anyone who is honest can agree that HIV can cause real issues in the dating world. sorry boys not everyone is a pig, including the man you may fall in love with. 4) this is debatable, especially when you consider older people usually have to go to the doctor more often anyway. 5) This is just a fact. even undetectable hiv+ people end up with diseases that most negative people never get. PCP is a great example. 75% of HIV+ men will get it, yet almost no one in the general HIV- population does. I have friends i chicago that just told me about a similar meningitis outbreak. HIV- and HIV+ got it, but the side effects and risk of death in HIV+ cases was much higher. 6)debatable, but I would also say any chronic condition becomes both a worry and an everyday burden. how the individual deals with it is up to them.

I wouldn't say HIV is a non-issure, and peoples experience with HIV varies. I will answer the points of the article with my experience 1. Financial burdens. This very much depends on where one lives, I live in San Francisco California, and I have not found it a financial burden 2. Premature aging. I think part of this problem was the older drugs that were used, I didn't need to go on medication until 2005 3. Dating dilemmas. This probably depends on where one lives and one's age, I'm 57 and get more "positive" attention when I wear my bio hazard tanktop but I do live in San Francisco. 4. Doctor visits. The article states that one will have to see one's doctor ever four months, well there is a push to seeing one's doctor once ever six months or even a year if one's health is stable 5. Increased risks for other (serious) diseases. Once again, the drugs are better and there is more knowledge on how to treat HIV, That's not to say that one won't ever have to be knowledgeable and self advocate, but one has to do that anyway for one's health 6. Chronic anxiety. Well...one's mileage does very with this, some are devastated for a while and others revel in letting their toxic pig out

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.

I know the risks involved. Obviously. But... I love how even gay men who say we shouldn't be judged feel so free to judge those of us who bareback. Straight people have unprotected sex. If we are equal, shouldn't we be able to? I know I am going off topic a little bit... But this comment just opened the door for me a little. I love (sarcasm) when I see a guy post a barebacking pic or gif on tumblr and then gives a PSA about how we should not bareback. I've seen one who goes so far as to say "even in a relationship"...... Really?? He posts hot pics and gifs but after seeing it a few times, I unfollowed. I'm there to enjoy, not be given a lesson and made to feel like I'm somehow less than those that practice safe sex. I rode horse bareback on the farm growing up. (Get your mind out of the gutter, pervs ) Gotta say I love this kind of barebacking much more.

I haven't been in the mood in a while, so I finally got back on the horse (so to speak) Saturday night. Leaving a local gay bar notorious for johns hanging out in the parking lot, I spot one standing in the driveway and -- deciding to be adventurous and do what I normally wouldn't do -- pull up to him and start chatting. We make small talk, and he gets in and asks the usual questions (What are you looking for? Are you a cop?). He looks OK, probably 30-something but a nice, lean frame and stubble. Good enough at that hour. It's 2:30 a.m., and liquor is taking its toll on my judgment, so I tell him that I can't host because my roommate and an out-of-town guest are at my place, but luckily I have an F-150 with roomy seats. So at 2:30 in the morning, we find a secluded parking lot (dumb, I know) and after telling him I'm in the mood to get fucked, we drop our pants, have about a minute of foreplay, and he climbs on top of me, lubes his dick (which I never even saw) with spit and starts fucking me raw. He lasts about 2 minutes before he shoots deep, no questions asked. Condoms were never mentioned. Neither was status. Luckily I had a little cash on me, so I handed some to him, we drive back to the parking lot, make idle chit-chat, then go our separate ways. As risky and dumb as it was, it was one of the hottest encounters I've had in a long time.

I first heard the term in 2007. I was a little behind the times. Met a guy for a hook up. Asked if I wanted to bareback. Once he said what it was, we barebacked and I never went back. Have no intentions of going back.

With a cock in my ass and one in my mouth I totally forget about my dick. Do not get hard at all!

So, here I sit, coming down from three days of partying. Feel like shit but the butt is tingling - so there are advantages. I never was very good at pointing myself. Primarily, it is because I have thin shallow veins. I can get the first one okay most time but after that it is hit or miss. Mostly, miss. Sometimes at the end of a session, my arms look like that of a hard core junkie. I started pointing back in the 80s and luckily I had admins around to assist. When I was left to doing it myself, the frustration caused me to quit. I am amazed that those of you who can slam and remain calm enough to do more slams latter on. Guys, if it is good T, I will shake like a leaf after the first injection and that's how all the other ones afterwards get blown. I try breath control, concentration, you name it to calm my self down and nothing works. After the session before this past weekend, I was firm in stating that if I keep blowing it, I was going to stop slamming (again like I did back in the 80s). So, I started Friday night. After the first slam which was okay - not the best product - I decided to do a bigger slam. I loaded the syringe, swabbed the area and proceeded at usual and as I am placing the needle to hit the vein I identified, I realize I am not shaking. Damn good hit. This went on for about 5 hours. Had a great play session. Went home and around noon, I realize that my ass was twitching. I am a bottom/versatile guy. The guy I played with the night before was a total bottom. I sat on a few toys and plugs while I was with him, but not my ass is screaming, Where is Mine? Before trolling the various sites, I decided to slam again. I knew I had better product at home. Okay I did not get the first site because the vein kept rolling, but the second was right on and again no shaking. Dudes, I have shattered veins from shaking and having the needle move on me Hot piece Saturday afternoon. I was in heaven. Sunday morning a bud was passing through town with new product he had just gotten and I was slamming by noon and continued through this morning. Now I am so toxic a slam would not do me any good, so I'll stay off for few days. Just before sitting down to write this blog, I began to think about how devious T can be. I was totally committed to stopping if the shakes and blown product continued. How deceptive the desire to keep on courting her will change physiology. I will not lie, I love the rush and the sexual acrobatics that follow (and yes, probably addicted to it). With her I keep going further than I would allow myself to go. And right now, I see no need to stop. So nothing is going to change right now. However, at least I am aware of another factor it is doing to me. But, to paraphrase a line from the Morphine's song, "Candy" "Tina says she wants me with her down in Tinaland."

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

After being fucked stiff by two guys in my first ever sling experience, I decided to stretch my leg and go back upstairs. I had been at the orgy for an hour at this point and it had filled up quite a bit. Lots of fleshy bodies brushing against each other, hands cupping me, grabbing an ass cheek, pinching a nipple. Sitting on the bed in the tall Texan who introduced me to the sling and his monster cock. He smiles at me and says "Hi". Behind him are two guys fucking, if you had asked me a year, heck three months before, I never thought I'd see this scene in real life. Let alone be a part of it. I walk over to him, and he sits me on his lap. This man, this huge man, makes me feel so small, so calm, like a little boy. I just want him to pick me up and cradle me. "So where are you from?" He asks, like we are at a bar and he wants a quick fuck. Only he has already fucked me. He was genuinely interested. He had just previously cum and fed me out of a condom, so maybe he was waiting to build up another load and was simply making small talk. Either way, I had this man's attention, I was sitting on his lap, and it felt great. We talked about each other, what we did, why we were here, all while he methodically rubbed my arms, rubbed my legs, cracked my fingers and toes, before standing me up and bear hugging me. Pop goes my back, it feels amazing. Is this guy a chiropractor? "Ok cutie, I'm gonna take a leak" he says as he walks off to the bathroom. If I was half the slut on the outside that I am on the inside I would've offered my mouth as a urinal. But I prefer the top to instigate the activities. So I sat and watched as two younger dudes fuck on the bed. I lay back next to them to relax, it's big enough so I don't have to join in. "You wanna get fucked!" barks out a demanding voice. I sit up to see an older(late 50's guessing) Italian American top, with white hair, thin, tanned, and serious looking. This is Tony, and he becomes my orgy tour guide for the night, and two other times I go there. "Yeah sure" I reply, turn over to doggy position, and wait to be penetrated. An ample amount of lube is applied to my already opened hole. "Oh fuck that feels so good, puppy" Puppy? That's new, his dick is nowhere near the size of Texas' but that's fine because it allows his to slam rougher. And rough is how he likes it. Tony starts slamming my hole with reckless abandon he comments on the noise it makes, the slapping, he's very verbal. "Who owns your fuckin hole?" "You do" I say, half embarrassed, I was never good at dirty talk. "Yeah puppy, take that fuckin cock" I noticed in the times since I was first fucked by Tony, that he looks around to see if anyone is watching. He is a pure exhibitionist, loves to put on a show, if nobody is looking, he'll smack my ass hard to draw people's attention to our fucking. "I love fucking your sloppy hole puppy" With the lube combined the speed and size of his thrusts he pops out of my ass a few times, smacks both cheeks at once, grabs his cock and roughly jams it back in. Surprisingly non of this hurts, it feels great, I'm being fucked like a sex toy. "Squeeze daddy's cock with your hole boy" This is something I can do well, I've been in situations where I've jerked a guy off into me with just my ass, pushing and clenching until he came. Feels great for me, and them too apparently. Tony loves it. He brings me back downstairs after we soak the bed sheets in our sweat. We head to the benched area where he sits down with me kneeling in front of him. He rests both his feet on my shoulders, and peels off his condom. He lets out a deep exhale as he milks his dick. "Come here" I lean in closer to his cock. He opens a bottle of poppers, he must have taken from upstairs. Blocking one of my nostrils and holding the bottle under the other he tells me to breath in. And again. And again. I feel the "tha-thump tha-thump tha-thump" of my heart racing. He puts his cock head against my lips "Open" I open and suck on his head. "Swallow it down, slowly." I comply and take it down to the balls slowly "Hold it there." I hold it down, for nearly a minute, I can barely hold my breath any longer. I spit his cock out and gasp for air. "Good puppy!" He rubs me under the ears like a dog, as a stray foot rubs up and down my back. I turn around to see another man(dad type) sitting in a folding chair with his cock in his hand and a smile on his face. I crawl over on my hands and knees until my face meets his rather hairy crotch. I open my mouth with my tongue out, like the puppy I've been called, and he bends his cock down to touch the tip of my tongue. I close around his head. Before I begin to swallow, Tony stands over me, almost straddling me like a horse. He pinches my nostril and gives me another hit of poppers. I take a huge hit, I feel very dirty. All those videos I'd masturbate to, I was now the subject of all that porn, everything was heightened, the smells the feel the taste of a strangers precum. I became very aware of how sleazy my situation had become. I throat this guys cock, Tony grabs my hair to pull me off the dick, then pushes me back down, over and over. Tony uses my skull to please this Daddy. He's very forward, arrogant even, but it somehow works. He pulls me off of the daddy dick and jams his piece down my throat, then back to the daddy's then back to him. By this time my throat was well lubricated and stretched and was taking these rather rough throat pokes with easy, I could even stick my tongue out to taste the balls. I hear Tony say "You want to fuck this hole? Stand up Puppy" I stand up and bend over, my mouth still wrapped around the Daddy's dick. Tony had whored me out to a random dick. I didn't turn around to see who it belonged to, but it was big and it hurt. Felt like I had to pee again, but I was a very good boy and I took it until my legs went numb. I noticed a small crowd had gathered to watch, for a moment I became the centre piece. A young slim Asian guy crawls between my legs and attempts to suck my dripping dick. This begins to ruin the fucker's rhythm and distracts me, so I gently push him away. I feel more hands groping than a few. Eventually the dick slides out of my gaping sloppy hole, I turn to see who it is but they are already too far gone. Whoever it was had a nice muscular ass. The night sort of fizzled out, and I decided it was time to leave. As I was getting dressed the orgy guy hands me Tony's number per Tony's request. I take it and hit the streets. When the cool night air hit me I start to feel the burn, as much fun as I was having I forgot how much I was put through the ringer. I felt exhausted. I text Tony to thank him for a great fuck. He replies "You're so fucking cute, would love to meet you again. Let me buy you a drink and I'll pay your entry fee next week" I'm impressed that he knew I was going to attend again. It's something I could definitely get used to. What I didn't know is that my second "safe sex" orgy would end up with cum up my ass...

Just because we're all twisted pigs, here's a picture of me immediately after doing my biggest-ever slam just a few hours ago.

The following is purely a work of fiction from my perverted mind and any similarities between anyone living or dead is purely coincidental also any statements made to the benefits of having HIV or taking meds is totally fictitious as well. I arrived home to find my house a bit dusty and very quiet, I decided that cleaning the house was kind of ridiculous since it would all be packed up soon and I had left it mostly cleaned before I had left. After having almost 2 week where I had a sex partner(s) every day and night made my home feel lonely so I hopped on-line and pulled up A4A and scanned the guys on line. I clicked on near me and two profiles over from me was a hot 19 year old torso shot, I clicked on the profile and found the description rather fascinating. 19 6’3 170# white blond hair blue eyes, all his pics were locked so all I got to see was his body shot with pair of skimpy briefs covering the cock and ass and only 4320 feet away, Damn I had a hunk in my neighborhood and had no clue, I smiled at him and wrote a brief message saying only in town a few days as was moving soon would he like to play around and hang out. A few minutes later he wrote back that he couldn’t host but would love to come over and meet me. I told him I’d have to take a shower and change clothes, and he replied don’t bother he had just been working out in his garage and he was hot and sweaty himself and really enjoyed manly smells. A hunk and a pig and so close, have I been blind, His last message was sent from his smart phone so I hit refresh on my screen and suddenly he was like 500 feet away I had just enough time to walk to my front door when I heard the knock. I opened the door to find one of the former wrestlers from the school I taught at standing on my doorstep in his wrestling singlet with basketball shorts thrown on to hide what was sure to be a nice bulge. I invited him in and he exclaimed gee Mr. Parrot you have a nice home, told him to call me Frank as I was no longer his teacher or at least not in the scholastic way. He chuckled an told me he had a crush on me since freshman year , and here he was standing in my entry hall with a massive hard on leaking precum on my tile I looked down and sure enough he had a large wet spot on his shorts and I imagined an even larger one on his singlet. He stepped forward and planted a hot kiss on my lips and I cupped his cock and balls with my free hand. I took him into the living room and we grouped each other on the couch his shorts falling on the way over and my pants and shirt somehow coming off as well. I lay there under this hot boy with just my boxers on his singlet rubbing my naked chest and torso. We made out for a good half hour and I realized I hadn’t eaten since breakfast as my stomach grumbled between us. We both laughed and I said I really should eat something but there wasn’t anything in the house except dry or frozen food, would he like to go to dinner with me. He said it was ok but he would have to run home to get some clothes, he was about my size although thinner but was all muscle. So I said I could loan him some clothes to wear to dinner, he smiled and said ok, but we stunk of perspiration and man sex. I got up reached down and pulled him up and stripped off his singlet we both stood there naked other than socks and I pulled him into me and hugged him our cocks battling for supremacy. I lead Lenny into the bathroom and reached in to turn on the shower as he bent down and sucked in my cock. I grabbed his head and skull fucked him while the water warmed up then pulled him up again to deep kiss his tender lips. I took his hand and moved into the shower his body pressing into mine as we hugged again under the cascade of water, I soaped him up and he did me as well. I shampooed his golden locks and he washed my close cropped brown fuzz. His cock was unrelenting and worked itself into my soapy crack then started probing my inner workings. Lenny fucked me in the shower and shot his load deep up my ass. He then bent over and let me enter his love canal. I told him I was poz and he said it didn’t matter. I screwed his ass till I saw specks of blood flowing down his legs and into the drain. It had been a while since I last fucked dry (I know it was in the shower but all the soap had been rinsed away and his ass), so I really ripped up Lenny’s ass, and eventually I shot a huge load into him. At that point we both collapsed against the tile seat. I turned the water off and handed him a towel, I apologized for such a savage fuck but he said he enjoyed every moment. We got dressed and were about to leave when I asked him why my status didn’t matter to him. He replied he already was poz, and that he got it from a former 18 year old swimmer (who, as it turned-out, I had fucked after his graduation from high school a year earlier). They had been best buds and have been passing the bug back and forth for the last six months - as well as breeding anyone who answered their ads on A4A and BBRT and CumHunt. So I had created two gifters from my stable of boys I had bred since getting the bug. We went to dinner and he asked if he could spend the night since his Dad would have locked him out it being so late. I said sure and we went back to my house and played around for another hour or two before falling asleep in each other’s arms. The next morning he had fixed me breakfast and had it waiting when I came into the kitchen. "Good morning, Frank just wanted to thank you for last night." With that he pulled on his singlet and shorts and departed, adding that if I needed any help moving give him a call and he and the swimmer friend would come help me. (wink) I used the next couple of days to pack into boxes those items of my clothing and other items around the house I wouldn’t be needing any time soon, labeling them for shipment. I made quite a few phone calls to have services disconnected and arrangements for final bills to be sent. I almost had everything packed up and was ready to get to packing my personal stuff into the car when I got a case of the hornies. I sat down at the laptop again and started scanning and came across Lenny again. I picked up my phone and dialed his number, he answered on the third ring. “Hey Frank was wondering if you were going to call.” I chuckled and said I needed some relief from all this packing and he replied "Oh wow, Dude. Wish you had called me sooner, but I have plans to go to a CumUnion party up at the Steamworks with Billy." This sounded like a hot plan so told him don’t worry about it I’d see him around as I still had a few days before I left town. Hanging-up the phone, I went into the bedroom and looked in the drawer of my dresser. Darn - I had already packed my 'hunting' clothing. I scanned the pile of boxes, only to realize for the one marked with 'XX' wasn’t in the bedroom. Then I remembered I had left it in the den, and, upon finding it, was pleased to note I hadn’t sealed it. I dug through until I found my Nasty Pig jock strap and my cock strap along with my stash of Viagra. I stripped down and slid the jock onto my torso and then found my tank top that read 'Catcher' on the chest and 'Pitcher' on the back. Changing into that tank top I looked at myself in the mirror and thought "Damn I am a hot fuck." I threw some street clothing on, grabbed the car keys and was out the door. Steamworks it was. I drove the hour or so to get to the Steamworks for their Fourth of July Cumhunt party and parked the car. I entered the building about 15 minutes after the scheduled start and received some Spunk lube and a video. I got a room and they buzzed me through the door and I slowly walked down the rows of lockers and surveyed the guys stripping down to their party gear or just the towel provided. I strolled past open doors and looked in to find guys sleeping, stroking and being inviting. I continued to my room and went inside, stripped off my outer clothes and stood there for a second, slipped on my sandals and exited my room. I roamed to the back where I knew the action would be going on and sure enough I was lipped locked with a hot daddy type and another was feeling up my ass and getting ready to push his cock into me. I felt a mouth on my cock and another on my ear I was being assaulted from all angles. I let my body dictate what it needed and soon found myself the object of a mass orgy. I was used for the first hour as a cumdump and loved every minute of it. I needed a break so I pulled up the next time my cock and ass weren’t in use and wandered out to the showers where I ran into Lenny and my former swimmer who were making out in the shower. I came up behind the swimmer and slid my cock in his sloppy hole. He jumped at first, but as Lenny began kissing me over his shoulder he realized it was me. Our lips parted and I whispered in my swimmer's ear "Surprise." It wasn’t the first time I had seen him here as this is where I had knocked him up and bred his ass after graduation. We went around the rest of the night together breeding and being bred by dozens of guys the awesome trio we were being called by the end of the night. I had taken at least a dozen loads or more and had shoot out another half dozen into willing if not knowing holes. And quite a few mouths as well. I went home sated to be sure. The following days I arraigned for my furniture and boxes to be picked up by a moving company and my cable and phone went dead I called Lenny and Billy over to help move some stuff into a trailer and my SUV for the journey out to my new home. When we had everything packed up other that a sleeping bag and an air mattress I took the boys out for dinner. It was at dinner that the boys sprung their situation on me. Billy’s Parents found out he was poz and wanted him out of the house. He had already packed up his few treasured possessions and was storing them over at Lenny’s but his parents wanted the two of them out as soon as possible, unless Lenny went to college but the local colleges suck for what he wanted to study. He had checked out my new college and they had an awesome program for his field of study. They wanted to come with me to the Midwest and were both willing to go to school there. I thought about it and told them I’d let them know in the morning. We finished our dinner and they threw stuff like they could help drive out and stuff and they already were packed and wouldn’t be too much of a bother, I was thinking distraction, and Lenny was already driving Billy’s car and had just gotten it tuned up. About half way home I said enough I said I’d think about it and let you know in the morning. They both became quiet and kind of pouty I thought it was real cute. At the house they helped empty out the freezer by scooping up three large bowls of ice cream and bringing me one they sat on the floor across from me and ate silently poking each other every now and then. The Ice cream finished they popped up and took the bowls into the kitchen and washed them then they came back and started caressing me and I soon had cock in my mouth. They pulled me up and lead me to the bedroom and lowered me to the bed where they took turns sucking my cock and rimming my ass. Then they both got on all fours and presented their sweet holes to me and said at least breed us one last time before I leave them forever. I slid my cock into them alternating between the two back and forth until I blew a load into Billy’s hot hole. I then laid down and pulled Lenny on top of me and slid my still hard cock into his ass and invited Billy to enter him as well. Billy slid his cock in next to mine in Lenny’s hole and started rocking back and forth giving Lenny a good ride. Billy shot first and filled him with his demon seed then I added to the mixture. We all fell asleep shortly after. I was awakened the next morning by clanking and clunking in the kitchen, I wandered out to find the boys packing up the remaining table ware and kitchen stuff in boxes. They offered me some cereal and what little milk there was left and a plastic spoon to eat it with. Now I had been contemplating taking them with me and last night while pumping my seed in them what Ed had said kept cumming back to me that they needed more demon seed in the bible belt. Andy had texted me a couple days earlier that he had the flu and was anticipating my return. I figured my seed had finally taken hold in Andy and he had the fuck flu for sure this time. Billy’s Camaro was parked alongside my SUV and trailer and the backseat was full of his stuff and it looked Like Lenny’s as well. I smiled If I was going to tell them yes they were ready. I called the boys over and looked them in the eyes and told them although I Was technically only a little older than them I was in charge and they were to follow my lead. They nodded and swore by the bug flowing through their veins I was their daddy and forever more I would be. I smiled and said Ok you can come along, they hugged me and each other. They threw the Ice chest in Billy’s car and tucked the sleeping bag and air mattress in the trailer. Billy wanted to ride with me and Lenny was to drive his car the first leg of our journey together. I told Lenny to meet me at the Rest stop just outside of town and I would meet up with him shortly. He drove off towards the outskirts of town and Billy and I went to drop the keys off at the title company. As we were leaving the Electric company technician came and shut the power off. Good timing on our part. To be Continued – Long trip halfway across country

So one night Omar was out of town and Dante hit me up and wanted to party. Of course since Dante is only 18 and has no job so I had to buy them for us. But we also didn't know anyone. Omar kept his conection to himself so Dante won't go too crazy with drugs. Dante and I went online to chat with people and see if we could find any possible connection. Finally I was chatting with this cute Domican kid and we started to talk about partying and stuff. He told me that he's got a good connection and the stuff is really good. So Dante and I wanted to go meet him. He told me that his dealer wont' like meeting too many people so told me to come by myself. I told him I would but I really didn't want to go alone. It was all the way up on 207th Street pretty much all Domincan and Black neighborhood so I will stand out so much especially at the late hour. And I will be carrying lots of money on me... So Dante came with me to the neighborhood and waited for me around the corner from where I was meeting the boy. I was looking for the cute latino boy I was chatting online with but all of sudden this tall slim black guy stopped in front of me and told me that he's latino boy's friend and to follow him. I walked behind him as I looked back to the corner where Dante was standing. Dante didn't see us leaving until we were half a block down so he was walking fast to keep up with us. When we got to a smalll house, the black man turned around and told me to go in first. I walked in to the house and it looked like no one really lived there. It was dark and empty. The black man pushed me in and closed the door quickly behind us. I tripped over the door when he pushed me and felll on my knees. He pushed me down and started to smack my face and told me that he knew that I had someone else with me and he's angry that I didn't listen to his instruction. I told him that I was sorry and he said that I have to pay the price for disobeying him. He kept on smacking me around and talking shit to me as he pulled my clothes off one by one till I was completely naked on the floor. Then I realized that he must have been taking his clothes off too cuz I felt his big hard cock resting on my body. Then I heard someone's foot step and looked up and saw the cute Domican boy with a video cam in his hand... He was filming the whole thing. He got closer to us until he was right in front of me and told me to take the smoke as the black guy behind me fed me glass pipe with lots of stuff in it. I inhaled and had to hold it until I got his cock deep down my throat and let it out while I looked up into him. After few times of this, Dominican cock was big and hard as the black man's. While I was sucking on the cock, the black man worked hard on my ass. I think he gave me more drugs cuz it was burning at one point then it got a bit numb. They both held my body in place as they looked at each other and slammed into me at the same time. My whole body felt like I was going to be folded into half as they fucked me like that for a long time. Normally it would have been really painful to get fucked so hard by two big cocks but I think they gave me some tranquilizer cuz I was not in pain at all. Even when they kicked me really hard and knocked the air out of me, I didn't feel much pain. Rather I was loving being used by thse two sexy tops that I begged them for more and thanked them whenever they slapped or punched me. After a while, I heard my phone ringing. It must have been Dante but I wasn't able to get it. He kept on calling so finally the black guy went over and picked up my phone and saw Dante's ID pic on my phone which was his black cock half way out of my ass after he bred me. The black man laughed and asked me if this was the guy that I came with. I said yes. Then the black man asked me if he fucked me. I told him all about our little parties and the black man told me that I must have been loving the whole thing whilte they wre fucking and using my body since that's what I am into. I told him yes I do love to worship and service your cocks. He then told me to call up Dante and when he picked up, took the phone from me. They talked while the Dominican boy decided to put me on a sling and fuck me. With the clinking noise from the chain, I couldn't hear anything else but soon I found Dante naked and hard joining us as we were fucking on the sling. Anyway these two guys fucked me and taped the whole thing. And in the end, I had to empty my pocket of all the cash and left with a little bag of Tina. But both Dante and I had so much while we were there that we didn't want it any more. It was a bit of odd but interesting night that also turned my attention to Dominican tops as welll as black tops. =)

I could shoot load after load of pozcum watching that vid for hours! Watching those two poz pigs share and wallow in all that toxic cum they collect in their guts and recycle with each other like pigs in shit is my dream!!!!

From experience, I can tell you the feeling the brush as the first bristles enter your hole is fucking hot. The the slow push inwards as it twists and tunes, until it's deep enough to hit your prostate, followed by the gentle, or not so gentle, back and forth as it opens up a hundred portals for the virus to enter you. And having someone blow their load into you eyes is an amazing experience, too - the first time it was a poz guy who wouldn't cum in may ass (I was neg then), although he didn't mind roughing it up with a reverse PA. He pulled out just as he began to shoot, and a jet landed directly in my right eye. I let it stay there until the burning subsided. Enjoyed it a couple of time since, too.