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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.

It was about 11:30 on a Tuesday and I had the rest of the day to myself in Toronto. I went to Steamworks; it wasn’t my first time there but at that point I had only ever walked around in a towel and was too shy to make contact with anyone. I had been fucked a few times before – mainly by my BF – but he had a low sex drive and I was a bottom who didn’t initiate anything, so times were (and still are) pretty lean sex-wise. I paid for a room, got undressed, lubed my ass telling myself that I wasn’t going to need it, and went out in the hallway to look around. I had read an online story about a young guy on a fuck bench and I knew that there was one in a dark maze near the Jacuzzi area so I headed off in that direction. There weren’t too many guys there, but I do remember one guy probably in his late 50’s. He was leaning against the wall at the end of a hall, and as I made my way toward him my guts tensed. He was all muscle and had a steely stare that made me want to go down on my knees. But I was too shy so I dropped my gaze to the floor and walked on by. The Steamworks staff were cleaning near the maze area so there was lots of light where it was usually pitch black. I thought it was a great time to find the bench and try it out; nobody would be in that part of the bathhouse while the lights were on. The fuck bench was located in a small alcove past the glory holes and was surrounded on two sides with mirrors. With my heart beating up a storm I took off my towel, laid it on the bench and then climbed on. It felt like I had found my new home. There was a padded section in the middle that kept my chest flat, two knee pads on either side and far enough out that my legs were well spread. And there were handles on either side for grabbing on. I felt the air conditioning fluttering on my hole and looked at myself prone in the mirror. This was ecstasy. The work lights suddenly went out and I was alone in the dark. The air conditioning kept playing with my hole and I couldn’t quite give up the experience yet so I stayed there for maybe 30 seconds. A hand touched my ass and fingers lightly toyed with my hole. I froze. Someone was standing right behind me and I could feel the heat from his cock. There was no where to go; if I got up it would be to back into him further, and crawling forward off the bench would have been awkward at best. A finger entered me and found the lube I’d put there earlier. He quietly said “Yeah…sweet hole. I’m going to take my time with you.” The finger moved back out and in again and was joined by a second finger. I involuntarily clenched and I heard a soft chuckle. “Loosen up cutie. It’ll be a lot easier if you relax.” I did my best to relax as he slid two fingers in and out. It felt great and terrifying at the same time. I had lost control and knew that this man was in charge of whatever was about to happen. He withdrew his fingers and I felt empty until his velvety tongue suddenly took their place. I could feel his stubble on my ass cheeks as he made my whole body tremble. Around this time my eyes were adjusting to the darkness as I saw and heard several men around us in the space. There was a hand reaching under me to pull on my balls and another on my dick. Another guy was standing just in front and he grabbed my chin as I looked directly at his uncut cock. Thinking back, I should have sucked him but at that moment I felt a chill and arched my back as my fucker dripped more lube on my hole. His head entered my ass and paused. I had just enough time to think, “thank God he’s taking his time” before he suddenly lunged forward and grabbed my shoulders. The pain shocked me and I reflexively tried to crawl forward away from him. He held tight, pushed in a bit further, then backed out completely. When he entered me again something inside me – maybe my will or maybe my body on its own -- suddenly gave up and he slid in balls deep. I could feel his pubes on my ass cheeks and his cock deep inside my gut. I would have done anything at that moment to make it last forever. To be continued…

He rode me, taking turns going long and slow, almost pulling out, then hard, making my ass cheeks slap against his thighs. At one point he drove in until I could feel his dick head pushing against my colon, then swirled clockwise and again the other way. Eventually he started pistoning hard. I held on to the bench handles and he pushed down on the small of my back. He suddenly stopped and I felt him pulse for at least a minute. He pulled out, then in again and it felt different. Suddenly the lube was slicker and I could feel something warm dripping down from my ass and across my balls. A hand from one of the 3 or 4 guys in the room scooped it up. He pulled out slowly, pushed in again, and then pulled out completely. He tousled my hair, said thanks and as he walked past me out of the room. I realized it was the guy who made my knees weak. Right away another tongue was lapping at my ass and balls and before long it was replaced by another cock. This one was smaller but even harder. My new fucker slipped in easily on the bed of cum and lube and began a good 5-minute bunny fuck. It felt like I was being jackhammered and had to hold on to the handles to keep from sliding off the bench on a coating of my sweat. He suddenly lunged forward and held himself there as he shuddered. There was no doubt; I had come to Steamworks to wander around, jack off and go home, but now I had two loads in me. My brain was telling me that this was not good, but my body and my soul were where they wanted to be. As fucker #2 pulled his cock out with a sucking noise, I suddenly realized that some if not all of the guys around me were there to take their turn. I got flushed and nervous and lifted my chest up off the centre pad of the bench. But, before I could stand upright, two strong hands grabbed my hips, pulled them backward, and I felt the biggest cock of my life at my hole. He teased me for a minute and then rammed it in. My ass canal was so slick I couldn’t have held him back if I tried – and involuntarily I did. As he bottomed out in my pussy I spasmed again. This seemed to work for him and he pulled out, rammed in again and waited for my spasms to stop before repeating it. This went on for a while and my ass muscles were fatigued to the point of giving up. Once I couldn’t spasm any more, he began a smooth rythym. The other men in the room were rubbing their hands on me. I felt cum land on one leg and a tongue lick it up. A finger entered my mouth and I began sucking. It was replaced by a small but hard penis so I started sucking. Meanwhile my cock hanging down below was completely flaccid. Someone started milking it like a cow’s udder but it distracted me so I lifted up enough to put it under me on the bench. That pissed someone off, and was rewarded with a grab to my hanging little balls and a vicious squeeze. My ass involuntarily spasmed again from the pain, and that seemed to set off fucker #3. He jerked forward a few times, collapsed on my back and licked the back of my neck. As he pulled out, the juices from my ass spilled out, and someone’s tongue was there again to catch them. The room slowly emptied as I finished sucking the dick in front of me. He came with a grunt and his cum dribbled down the corner of my mouth. He patted my shoulder and I was alone in the room again.

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

My boy and I were finally getting back into shape. We were spending an hour at the gym together nearly every day. We ran to the gym every day, and walked home. My boy was always horned up after a workout. We had been known to put on a bit of a show in the lockerroom showers on occasion after working up a sweat. I’m sure one or two guys stuck around when they saw us finishing up to watch our escapades. One day last week, we were fooling around in the showers when we saw a guy across the stalls from us. We’d never seen him before, and he made quite an impression. Over 6’-0” tall with a buzz cut and stubble, bulging wide shoulders and furry chest. As my boy knelt down to blow me, I watched as he started fisting his big cock. I maintained eye contact with him as my boy gobbled my dick. When he had me close, I pulled my boy up and swiveled him around so he could see our new friend. I knelt down and swallowed my boy’s cock. Our new friend blew his load as my boy came in my mouth. We winked at each other as we rinsed off and headed back to the lockers to get dressed. My boy was clearly flirting with this guy as we all got dressed and introduced ourselves. The guy told us his name was Dave, and shook hands with us. We all headed out together and walked in the same direction. Along the way, he asked if we wanted to stop for a beer, so we did. Three or four beers later, my boy and I were lit, but Dave didn’t seem to be feeling a thing. He was getting touchy-feely with us both, and I’m pretty sure he managed to slip his hand down the back of my boy’s shorts at least twice. Small talk led to racy sex talk, and he asked if he could come home with us and fool around. My boy looked at me with puppy dog eyes, silently pleading to let us keep him. It wasn’t difficult for me to agree, and we were on our way. The flirting continued as we approached our building. Once in our elevator, Dave grabbed my boy by the ass and lifted him off the floor as he hardcore shoved his tongue in his mouth. My boy was putty and melted into him. I let Dave carry by boy down the hallway as I unlocked our apartment door and led them in. My boy was in heat as he stripped Dave’s clothes off, and knelt before him, taking his thick cock deep down his throat. “You boys play raw,” he asked me as my boy gobbled his dick. “We do,” I replied as I stripped my own clothes off. I was honest. My boy and I did play raw, together, but we hadn’t screwed around with someone else in quite some time, and when we had, we had played safe. “Where’s the bedroom?,” he asked, as he stood my boy up and scooped him into his arms. My boy was making out with Dave as I led them to the bedroom. Once there, my boy bent over the edge of the mattress, arching his back and sticking his ass out. Dave started munching his hole as I dove into the bedside table looking for lube and condoms. I knew this guy was going to fuck one or both of us. I found some lube, even though my boy and I usually just used spit, but couldn’t find any condoms; after all, it had been a while since we needed them. When my boy yelped, I knew I hadn’t been fast enough. Dave reared back and had shoved his raw cock into my boy’s ass. I gasped with surprise as Dave looked as me and smirked. “What? You said you played raw.” He was right, but I hadn’t meant that we played raw with strangers. My boy moaned with pleasure as he felt Dave’s hairy balls press against his ass, filling him full of raw thick dick. “Don’t make him stop fucking me! It feels SO good to have a big dick in me!” My boy was right; Dave must have been at least two inches longer than me, and much thicker. He kept moaning and whimpering as Dave jackhammered his pussy. Dave motioned to me to shut my boy up, so I got onto the mattress and stuck my dick in his mouth. Just as my boy gagged on my dick, Dave slowed his pistoning and jammed balls deep. I figured it was to let my boy get used to blowing while getting fucked. I realized later that he was breeding my boy. As I held my boy’s head and skull-fucked his mouth, Dave pulled out of his ass. “You want some of this raw dick, boy?” I shuddered when he called me boy. I couldn’t help but pull out of my boy’s mouth and assume the position. Dave had two fingers shoved in my boy’s well-fucked ass as he guided his dick into mine. Nothing to lube me up, just my boy’s ass juices, and what I later realized was Dave’s seed. Dave shoved his cock all the way into me as my boy started kissing me. He was still whimpering from the deep fingering he was taking. I groaned as Dave bottomed out and began to tear up my hole. “This boy is loose, can barely feel a thing” Dave chuckled. I knew I wasn’t that loose, especially taking his thick tool, but he took his sticky fingers out of my boy’s hole and wedged them into mine, alongside his meat. My boy climbed up on the bed and shoved his ass against my mouth. I lapped up a sticky mess leaking out of his ass, and realized that they hadn’t used lube. The taste was intoxicating as I swallowed it down. Dave picked up his fuck-pace and then held tight against me. I felt so opened up as he moved his fingers around his dick inside my hole. “You want a go now,” Dave asked my boy. He squealed with delight as Dave tossed me onto the bed on my side. My boy lay down beside me and slid into my slackened hole. He began to fuck me, and I could tell how much Dave’s dick and fingers had loosened me up. As he found his pace, Dave slid into him again and the three of us rocked back and forth. Dave talked dirty, muttering about what cumsluts we both were and how we deserved whatever came our way. The dirty talk was sending my boy over the moon and he bred me as deeply as he ever had. When he was done, I wiggled away from them and squatted over my boy’s mouth. He ate his seed, and what we later learned was Dave’s, from my ass. Dave made no pretense this time, and wailed, “I’m gonna breed you, cumdump! Gonna fill you with my load!” He fired off as he shuddered at least six times, seeding my boy’s bare hole. He pulled out and had my boy sit on my face. I lapped that cum up and knew it tasted the same as the last time I had lapped my boy’s hole. I was still busy eating my boy’s hole when Dave got off the bed and left the room. We caught our breath and made it back to the living room just as Dave was finishing pulling on his clothes. My boy was in lust with this guy and pleaded, “Will we see you again?” Dave snickered and reached for his wallet. He pulled out a black business card with red writing on it. “You want me, my dick, and my loads again, you know where to find me.” He flicked the card at my boy and left. We read it together. “POZ PIGS FOR POZ PLAY. EVERY FRIDAY. MIDNIGHT UNTIL SUNRISE” followed by and address and a phone number. I was shocked as I realized that Dave was POZ and had seeded us both. My boy on the other hand ran down the hallway after Dave shouting, “But we can’t go. We’re both NEG!” My boy caught up with Dave as the elevator door opened. I heard Dave reply as they stepped in the elevator, “You USED to be NEG…” My boy got in the elevator with him, half-naked and the door closed behind them. I stood still for what seemed like minutes, and collected my thoughts. Then, I wondered where my boy had gone. Nearly twenty minutes later he returned. I asked him where he had gone. “Dave was still horny. He pushed the emergency button and bred me again in the elevator. Want to eat his POZ seed out of me again?” I laid down on the floor as my boy squatted over my face and pushed out Dave’s most-recent load. I guess I knew where we would be headed on Friday nights from now on…

[Above: A picture of me in March 2013, immediately after taking a raw load deep in my pozzed-up cumhole.] I wasn't always a cumpig. Throughout my 20s, I was extremely careful to use condoms all the time, even in committed relationships. But when I was about 25, I discovered bareback porn, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen: these guys freely gave up their asses to raw tops, BEGGING for loads, celebrating cum instead of fearing it. Bareback porn felt dangerous and intense and exactly right. Soon enough, I was on the local phone chatline, talking to guys who told me all about the world of poz pigs: bugchasers, giftgivers, conversion parties. I began posting profiles on bareback hookup sites, but only as a top -- that was my compromise, my attempt to play with fire from a safe distance. But every time I had my raw dick buried in a jockpig's beautiful wide-open boybutt, I'd see the blissed-out look on his face, his muscular legs spread wide to reveal his hungry faggot cumhole. And after pounding his guts full of my DNA, I'd feel that total sense of connection as I pulled my cum-covered cock from his hole, tiny strings of jizz connecting my raw dick with his pulsing, hungry, dripping cunt. Of course, I wasn't content to live vicariously through those bottom pigs. I wanted to BE them. I finally began living the life of an unapologetic bareback pig in 2007 -- the same weekend I moved to San Francisco. It was mid-July and I was looking for a hookup online. I found a hot couple (one top, one vers); the top wanted to watch his boyfriend take raw dick. I volunteered and headed their way. When I arrived, I was happy to see that they were even hotter than their pictures. Both were in their 30s; the top, Jake, had a square jaw, wolfish eyes, and a tuft of chest hair sticking out from the neck of his T-shirt. His boyfriend, Trey, was a few years younger, clean-shaven and very preppy-looking. It was clear from their tight T-shirts that they had some seriously hot bodies under their clothes. I sat down on their couch, all of us still fully dressed. After a little bit of small talk, there was an awkward pause. Then Jake said to me, "So -- do you party?" I shook my head. "No, I've never done that." He glanced over at Trey, then back at me. "Well -- would you like to try it?" "It's no big deal either way," Trey said to me, doing his best to be as nonchalant as possible. "This stuff just makes you feel a little more horny, that's all." I shrugged. "Sure, I guess," I said. Jake flashed a little half-smile, then grabbed a pipe from a desk drawer. He put the pipe up to my lips, lit it, and told me to wait until his command. Then, when smoke began emerging from the top of the pipe, he told me to begin inhaling slowly. It was a very big hit -- he had me inhaling for a long time, and the cloud that came out of my mouth was thick and solid white -- but he registered disappointment. "That wasn't a very big one," he said. "Let's try one more." Then another. All three hits were administered under the pretense that they were too tiny to be effective. But after that third hit, I sat back, rubbed my crotch, and immediately began squirming on the sofa, feeling a strange, restless need to be naked and feel Jake's muscular, hairy body rubbing up against mine. Jake was watching me closely, nodding while he growled under his breath. "You can take your clothes off, Ben," he said, smiling that half-smile again. "Just get naked. Show off for me. You feeling good?" [Above: A picture of me taken immediately after returning from a hotel party, where I took two loads in my pighole.] I nodded. In fact, I had NEVER felt so good. As I took off my shirt and pants, Jake pulled his dick out of his pants and picked up the pipe again. His 8.5" cock was the perfect instrument for pounding another man into submission -- fat, slightly curved upward, with a mushroom head that was already dripping precum. This amazing tool, hard and glistening, bounced up and down as Jake hit the pipe. He blew the smoke into my mouth, then began running his hands all over my body. "How do your nips feel?" he asked. "They're tingling," I said. He laughed. "Yeah, they sometimes do that when you're fucked up. And how does this feel?" He ran his fingers lightly between my balls and my hole, causing me to gasp. No man's touch had ever felt this amazing. My legs immediately spread to give him easier access to a spot I never knew existed. Jake grinned again. "Nice, Ben. You ever get fucked?" "Sometimes," I said between shivering breaths, his fingers still brushing against my perineum. "Not often." "Well, you certainly look like you're in the mood for some dick," he said. "Do you want my dick inside you?" I answered with a nod. "No," he said, "Nodding isn't good enough. I asked if you wanted my dick inside you. I need to hear what you want." "I want your dick inside me," I said. "Good boy," he replied. Then a pause. "You read our profile, so you must be aware that we only fuck raw," he continued. "Did you know that?" I nodded. "I need to hear it," he said. "I know you only fuck raw." "And once I'm inside this sweet little fuckhole, I will not pull out. Period. Do you understand?" "I understand." Another pause as he continued to brush his fingers around the perimeter of my hole, my legs stretching further and further back as the Tina gave me a hunger for sex like I'd never known. "Now, unless I'm mistaken, I think your profile said that you're negative," he said. "Is that true?" A long pause. I didn't want to answer, because I was afraid that if I told him the truth, he might send me home out of concern for my health. But something about the situation -- his seductive tone, his dripping dick, his half-smile -- told me that I could be honest. "Yes, it's true," I said. "I was tested last week, and I'm still negative." "So you must be aware that the two of us are positive. Right?" "Yeah, I know you're poz." "And you still want me to fuck you?" I couldn't answer at first. All I could feel were those fingers teasing my partied-up fuckhole. "Yes," I finally said. "I still want you to fuck me." "Raw." "Yes, raw." "With our poz cocks, our poz precum, our toxic seed?" "Yes, poz." He grabbed both sides of my head, and drew me close to him so that we were looking directly into each others' eyes. "Tell me what you want, Ben. I know you've been keeping this a secret for a long time, but your secret's safe with me. And you can't get what you want until you tell me exactly what you're craving right now." "Poz seed," I choked out. I couldn't believe I was saying this, and yet I'd never been so turned on in my life. "You want poz seed blasted inside this sweet little neg fuckhole?" "Yes." "Good boy. Repeat after me: 'Please poz me, Jake.'" "Please poz me, Jake." "Louder, boy." "PLEASE POZ ME, JAKE." "Good. I'm so proud of you, Ben." He slapped my ass. "Now I think you need to go jump in the shower. You know what you're about to become? You're about to become a true bottom. Do you know what that means?" "No." "A true bottom," he said, "doesn't let fear get in the way of his top's dick. A true bottom freely surrenders his hungry fuckhole, spreads it wide for the man splitting him in half. Poz or neg, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is for the bottom to serve his top man like a good bottom should. It's all about embracing your role as a hot, muscular, hungry jockhole, existing solely to please pig tops. Is that what you want to be -- a true bottom? A bottom pig?" "Yes, please. Please make me a true bottom." At that moment, I saw his fat dick twitch, then ooze a heavy stream of precum onto the floor. Jake's half-smile was now a wide-open, evil grin. "Go shower up, boy," he said. "I can't wait to blast your insides full of my poz seed." MORE SOON...

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?

But in I went. I met both of them. They were nice and made me feel welcome. We talked and I went to clean out. After I was done, I went out to the living room wearing a bathrobe. We talked about what I wanted It and as I was nervous, said I would try a booty bump. I went into the kitchen and bent over and spread my checks. He shoved a needless syringe up my ass and gave me the bump. I did not feel anything and then a warm feeling in my ass and then all,over. We went into the garage where he proceeded to give himself a slam. I had never seen anyone slammed and could not keep my eyes of his arm. I got into the sling and spread my legs. He fucked me and shot cum in my ass. Then he fucked me and fucked me., filing my as each and every time with his cum. He tried to fist me but I as just too tight. But all afternoon, he filed me with his pox cum. Finally, at the end of day, he finally just got his fist up my ass and it felt so good. The whole day, felt good in my ass. Left for home. Then went back in a month. This time during the session, I took two bumps and both felt so good. Again he fucked me all day. He filled me up with his cum. At times he would take some of his cum out of my ass and fed it to you. Taking breaks from fucking me, he would fist me. Twisting his fist in my ass. Again, took his pox cum in my ass. Was there for most of the day. When I got back, we emailed back and forth and I found out he was not on meds. I knew he was poz but assumed he was on meds. I thought and thought about it and decided I would continue getting fucked by him. Would deal with it. Next time he said I should just try a slam and I would love it. As it turned out, he could have not been more right.there was another person there to join us. He slammed me and I could not take my eyes of the needle going in and then the flash and he pushed it in. I felt it going through my body and started coughing and coughing and could not breathe. The other guy grabbed my arm and held it above my head. Felt I good, hot into the sling and spread my legs as I wanted cock and more cock in my ass. I had decided I wanted his pos cum. I looked at him, smiled and slightly nodded. He smiled back and clearly understand I was going to take all the poz cum he wanted. Then he slammed Joe the new guy and then himself. He started to fuck me and fuck me and every time deposited cum in my ass. While in the sling I would suck Joe while getting fucked. He filled me with his cum. Then Joe got into the sling and he got fucked. I then got between joe's legs eating the cum out of his ass. I got into the sling and Joe started playing with my ass. He has large hands and worked on stretching my hole. He got 8 fingers in my ass. He had the sexist hands and was hot. At the same time I was sucking the other guy's cum coveted cock. During the afternoon I continued to get fucked and more cum in my ass. I would come up about once a month. Would be there about 9 hours.would get slammed every time. I would get a second slam half way through the day. I would cough like no tomorrow which would make everyone laugh. I would get into the sling and after again give him a small smile and nod. He would smile back. He knew I wanted his poz cum. When he would fuck me, would say, daddy please breed me, please give me your hot cum. He would fuck me and fuck me filing me with cum each time. When someone else would play with my ass, I would suck daddy's cum covered cock. Also they would shove dildoes up my ass. This went on for a number of months. We made a date for me to cum up, Normally he would have someone there. I got there for our monthly play. That is when it happened.

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.

After I graduated from college at the end of my senior year I embarked on what is easily the most boring road trip of all time. I had to drive my little car, from Orlando where I went to school all the way up to Rockledge, Illinois where my parents lived. I was transporting my books, papers and clothing, having sold the rest of my stuff on craigslist. So now was in my compact car full of boxes heading northward. I had decided to do the drive in three days instead of two like I had done when I moved to college, and so I spent the first night in Atlanta in a shitty hotel on the ring road. What with packing and graduating and the parties and everything I was completely exhausted by the time I got to the hotel that night, and promptly passed out right after dinner. Now being 22, 5’11” and 150lbs with short brown hair, a tight smooth swimmers body I tended to attract a lot of attention from men, a fact that I took full advantage of. During my four years at college I had gotten used to getting fucked at least five nights a week if not every night, and to be honest usually by a different guy each night. By the time I reached my hotel on the second night in Effingham, Illinois it was four days sense I had last been fucked and I was climbing the walls. I was already on Grindr before I got in the lobby of the hotel, rolling my suit case behind me. I walked up to the counter and gave the guy my name without looking at him, it wasn’t until he asked to see my ID that I looked up from scrolling through trolls and looked at him. He was reasonably handsome although older then I normally go for, he looked to be about thirty-five, sandy blond hair, broad shoulder, and a powerfully built frame. He took my Driver’s license, typed in whatever information he needed from it, and then handed me a key card without saying much of anything. “Alright Mr. Martin, you’re all set. Room 115, just down this hall, last room on the left.” He pointed down the hallway just past the counter and smiled a broad toothy smile. I took the car and nodded, heading back down the hallway, my attention already back on Grindr. The room was larger then I expected, with a nice queen sized bed at one end with a tv on a rotating stand across from it. An archway separated the bed at the far end of the room from the little sitting area composed of a single couch and a coffee table with a lamp and the bathroom. I dropped my suitcase next to the bed got out my laptop and sat down on the little couch. While I waited for my computer to boot up and connect to the hotel Wi-Fi I scrolled to the top of Grindr and refreshed the page. A new profile appeared right next to mine, one of those headless torso pictures. I don’t normally pay much attention to headless torsos, I usually think “what are you trying to hide,” but I was getting desperate so I clicked. He didn’t have his distance shown but he had to be close. The enlargement of his picture was hot though, showing not just his well-built blond haired chest but his flat stomach and deep pelvic v that made my mouth water a little. He listed no stats, which is normally another red flag for me, but I was so horny and he was one of the few decent looking guys from what I could see in a twenty mile radios so I clicked the message icon. Hey what’s up? I opened adam4adam on my computer and changed my city view to Effingham hoping to have better luck there. A few moments later my phone buzzed. I pulled Grindr back up and found a message from the headless torso. Just working. How are you? Alright. Just got into town. Bored n horny. I responded. His reply came before I put my phone down. This town sucks for guys. I’m always horny as fuck. LOL. Any more pics? He responded with a picture of a long fat cock nestled in a thick bush of light brown pubes a thin sliver of well toned abs and a thick blondish treasure trail visible at the bottom of the picture. Damn that’s a hot fucking cock. How big are you? Again his response came before I could put my phone down. 8.5 and thick. What are you into kid? Bottom, the rest is up for grabs. Nice, send me a pic of your ass. I pulled one up quickly on Grindr’s photo log and sent it. Hot. Face pic? I asked. This time his response took longer. In fact it didn’t come at all. Fucking flake, I thought, and pulled up some porn on my computer. I checked Grindr every once in a while is I jerked off and fingered my hole but he didn’t reply back for over an hour. Just as I was thinking I should just finish off and go to bed my phone buzzed again. It was a message for the headless torso who was still the closet guy to me. So you wanna get fucked tonight kid? Yeah. But I need to see a face pic. I sent back. A few moments later there was a knock on the door. I looked at the clock on my computer; it was ten o’clock at night, who the hell was knocking on the door. Shifting my boner so that it was tucked up into my waistband where it was mostly unnoticeable I walked over to the door. When I opened it I found the tall blond from the front desk standing there. He looked even bigger no that he wasn’t behind his desk, I noticed how broad his shoulders were and how massive his pecs appeared to be through the shirt. He looked like a beefy farm hand from a 1970’s porno. “You wanted a face pic?” I heard for the first time a slight country twang in his low voice. “What,” I stammered. “You said you needed to see a face pic before I got to pound that sweet ass of yours well here it is.” He was the headless torso, the front desk guy that I had barely glanced at when I came into the hotel. “Look I’m not really supposed to do stuff like this but I just got off my shift, so can I come in before the night shift guy sees me?” “Fuck, yeah, sure.” I said hurriedly. The massive hulk of a farm hand walked quickly into the room and I shut the door behind him. He smiled that broad toothy smile again and said, “Well I trust you like what you see.” “Yeah, you’re hot.” “Good, then why don’t you strip boy and show me that hot ass.” I pulled my t-shirt off, my heart pounding. I had had quick Grindr hookups before but never had I had a guy show up at my door without my having really invited him over and start to give me instructions. I hesitated for a moment before dropping my briefs and kicking them off. I now stood completely naked in front of the front desk clerk of the hotel I was staying in while he rubbed his boner through his trousers. “I’m Will,” he said and unbuttoned his shirt. His headless torso picture hadn’t been a lie, his body looked even better then in the picture. Now that I could see his perfectly round small brown nipples up close, and that thick blond hair, his bushy pits, the heavily veined and muscled arms I felt weak at the knees. “I’m Tyler,” I answered him, as he undid his belt and dropped his trousers a slightly yellowed jockstrap straining to contain his swelling cock. “Why don’t you get on your knees and suck my cock before we work it up your sweet ass.” He said rubbing his chest with one hand. I didn’t need to be told twice and quickly feel to my knees in front of him. I licked his cock head through his dirty jock tasting the salty taste of old sweat and piss on the fabric. This guy was a pig and I loved it. He brought the hand that wasn’t busy tweeking his own nipples down on the back of my head to hold me in place and moaned, “Go on and get my cock out boy.” I moved his jock aside and the fat mushroom headed cock he had sent me a picture of sprung out accompanied by two large cum laden balls. Not wasting another second I opened wide and swallowed his cock head. Will groaned pushing me down further, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. I gobbled as much of his cock as I could down into my mouth feeling it hit the back of my throat too soon. For a few minutes Will tried to force his cock further down my throat before pulling out and instructing me to lay on the bed with my head hanging off the edge. I had heard this command before and knew what was coming. I got up onto the bed and lay with my head off the end my mouth already open. “Good slut, you’re gonna get the pounding you need just wait.” He slid his cock into my open mouth and using the leverage and angle of my throat to his advantage began to throat fuck me, forcing his cock down my throat making me gag occasionally. Will pounded away as if my mouth were an ass, and I thought that if he fucked me half as hard as he was fucking my mouth I would be set for a week. Spit and precum dripped out of the corners of my mouth as he pounded my face, his balls slapping against my nose. I heard his breathing change and noticed that his balls were retracting slightly. Shit, I thought, he’s going to cum and not be able to fuck me. Just as I thought that his cock throbbed hard in my mouth and began to rocket cum down my throat. He pulled out till his head rested in my mouth shooting his load onto my tongue. It tasted sweet and salty just like his jock. Slowly he pulled out of my mouth and stepped back. I rolled over and looked at him a little sadly, he just smiled and said, “That wasn’t my only load kid, I haven’t even gone soft yet.” It was true his cock was still hard as a rock. “Lay on the bed normal will yah,” he instructed. I flipped around so my head was resting on the pillows laying on my back and he climbed onto the bed with me. Will moves so quickly I didn’t notice it happen, he suddenly was between my slightly parted legs his strong muscular hairy body over mine as he bent down to kiss me. He forced is tongue into my mouth and I quickly opened up for him. He pressed his chest against mine as we kissed, this was more tender and passionate then he had been. I didn’t really notice that he was slowly spreading his knees forcing my legs apart, in fact I didn’t notice what he was doing until he had managed to get my legs spread wide and his hands holding my hips as he rubbed his cock up and down my crack while he kissed me. I groaned into his mouth as he worked his cock closer and closer to my hole. Eventually I felt his warm wet cock head, slick with spit and more precum, press against my hole. He kept his mouth pressed to mine as he rubbed his cock more forcefully against my pucker. His kissing became rougher, more fanatic, and I was so distracted my his quick moving tongue that I completely forgot about his cock pressing against my hole until I suddenly felt his head press into my hole stretching my sphincter across it’s bulbous form. “Wait,” I gasped, feeling his cock sliding a little deeper into my hole, “I have condoms in my bag.” He pulled away from my a little so he could look me square in the face, still pressing his cock into my quivering hole, “I only fuck raw kid. You want this cock you take it as it is.” I hesitated, and he kept thrusting his fat cock into my hole, stretching me wide. I felt his cock head brush against my prostate and gasped, “Please fuck me,” I moaned. “Good boy,” he slid in the rest of the way, my dry hole pulling a little as he did. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, this stranger this man I had never met before was fucking me raw. Up until that moment I had only let my first boyfriend fuck me raw. I had forgotten how good a bare cock felt inside of me, but I hadn’t even asked his status. I was so conflicted between the values and rules I had set for myself, the risks I understood, and the insane amounts of pleaser that this man’s raw cock slowly pulling out of my hole was giving me. “Are you NEG,” I asked quietly. Will laughed, and said, “Doesn’t matter now, your hole’s full of my precum. I leak like a faucet you’ve seen that already.” It was true, when he had been throat fucking me I was astonished by the amount of precum he dripped in my mouth at times it had felt like almost a constant stream. “Do you want me to stop boy?” He flexed his cock inside of me as he spoke. When I hesitated he flexed his cock again pressing against my prostate and I gasped, “No, fuck me. Please, I need to get fucked so bad.” He smiled at me and started to slip in and out of my ass faster, his precum quickly lubing my hole for him. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the euphoria of having my hole used by this massive hulk of a man. Will pushed my legs into my chest giving himself more leverage to fuck down into my hole. I felt drops of sweat dripping onto me as his face and chest started to glisten. His breathing became erratic and I felt his thrust getting rougher he was going to cum in me, I could tell. After a few moments though his breathing returned to normal and he went pack to pounding me deep. “Man you hole feels so good on my raw cock,” he said, emphasizing the word raw as if reminding me of the choice I had made. I loved getting fucked, and I had had a lot of great tops but his cock did feel better inside of me. He was giving me more pleasure then I had had in a long time. My whole body seemed to be tingling, alive with electricity and my lust for Will and his cock grew. His breathing started to get ragged again as he long dicked me, pulling his cock completely out of my hole before slamming it back in to my now gaping sphincter. “I’m gonna cum soon,” he grunted on one of his body rocking inward thrusts. “Where do you want it,” he asked on the withdrawal. I thought for a moment, but I had already decided when I thought he was going to cum before that if I was getting raw fucked that I was at least going to get the reward. “In my hole, I want you to cum inside me.” “You sure?” “Yes, dump a load in me.” “I knew you were a slut bottom when I first saw you,” he said in one quick breath as he slammed into me again and unleashed his second load of the night into my twitching rectum. His cock throbbed as he came and we both held perfectly still. I realized that I was holding my breath after a moment, and just as he finished cuming we both exhaled slowly. We breathed together for a few long slow breaths before Will flexed his cock inside of me again and began to slowly fuck his cock into me again. “You can go again,” I said, surprised. He put his hands on my thighs pressing them into my chest, pinning me to the bed, “There’s plenty more POZ cum where that came from.” “POZ!” I almost shouted trying to push him off. “What are you trying to push me off for kid, you’ve already got two POZ loads in that sweet hole of yours and about a gallon of precum.” “Two,” I said with tears in my eyes. “Yeah I came in you once but just kept fucking.” So he had cum that first time. His cock brushed my prostate again as I struggled and I felt the euphoria wash over me. “I’m gonna cum at least three more times tonight,” he went on, “and they are all going in this hot little ass of yours one way or another.” He flexed his cock, “So we can either do this the easy way or,” another flex of his cock, “the hard way. What do you say kid, you wanna take these loads like the good slut I know you are or am I going to have to make you take them.” I was panting from his slow fucking and flexing his cock against my prostate, it took me no time to think of my answer. “Fuck your loads into me. I want everything you can give me.” After a few long moments he bent low and kissed me, wrapping his arms around my body. Then he reared back, and swinging his legs out, flipped us both over so that he was now laying flat on his back and I was sitting astride him with his still hard cock in my ass. “How about you milk the next one from my cock.” I rode his cock till he unloaded inside of me again, and then he flipped me over doggy style. After that it was a blur as he pounded my hole all around the hotel room, sometimes bending me over the little sofa or pressing me up against the door. Five loads later we passed out on the bed his cock still buried deep inside my now leaking, puffy, fuck battered hole. The next morning I awoke to the feeling of Will sliding his cock, which had slipped out during the few hours sleep that we got when it finally went down, back into my hole. I pressed my ass back against his cock, having completely given myself over to him and his toxic loads. He sank balls deep and holding onto my hips kept me still as he kissed the back of my neck. I suddenly felt a huge warmth inside of me and realized that Will was pissing inside of my ruined hole. I had heard about people doing this but always thought it way too extreme but now that I felt the flood of piss warming my guts is wondered how I ever could have thought so. “Good slut,” he said when he had finished peeing, “now go and let all that out in the bathroom and then ill give you one more load for the road.” He kissed the back of my neck again and spanked my ass cheek as he pulled out. I quickly clenched my hole not wanting any of the warm liquid to escape and shuffled off to the bathroom. I couldn’t believe how much piss was inside of me when I sat down on the toilet and let my ass relax. It was like a never-ending flood. When at last my hole was empty I got up to flush and was surprised when I looked in the yellow water that there was no cum mixed in. My body had absorbed all of that POZ cum while I slept. My heart pounded in fear but my cock was hard as a rock. Knowing that there was only one thing to do I went back to the bed where Will was laying on his back stroking his fat cock and mounted his dick in one swift move. Will actually gave me three more loads that morning and I arrived at my parents house after four more hours of driving with my hole still feeling wet and slick. That night despite my parent’s objections I told them I was going into Chicago to see friends. When I got off the train in Boys Town for the first time in my life I walked I crossed the street and walked right into Steamworks. I paid for a locker, got my towel and spent the rest of the night taking any cock that came my way. I’ve already taken almost a dozen POZ loads, I told myself, so what does it matter what loads I take now. THE END

Several weeks ago I set up a party via A4A, yep a raw, bareback party. However this party was for negs only. So as the replies came back I told everyone that when you arrive I would administer an HIV test to make sure that no POZ guys tried to sneak in and ruin the fun. When all was said and done a total of nine guys showed up and as promised I gave each a swab and if they came up neg they were in. Well of course two of the guys who showed up tested poz and I told them that I was sorry but they could not take part. One took it in stride the other was kinda pissed but in the end he too left. It was a shame though, he was fucking hot: a 35 white guy, built like a tank, with an impressive tool to boot. In any event, this brought the party down to eight participants, including myself. Now mind you I just moved to the town a few months ago so I thought the party would be a great way of meeting some hot boys, and hot they were! Of the seven who were allowed to stay one was a 30 year old Latino top, Pedro, a white couple, Mike and Steven, 32, and 34 respectively, both of whom liked to play around. One was a sweet young black twink boy, Jordan. When I swabbed him I actually had to ask for an ID. Turned out he was 22. My remaining guests were an 27 year old Asian top Mark, with a monster 9.5. I never knew an Asian could pack a cock that size. The next in the line up was Jack, a white 35 year old married guy, who loved to play around when his wife and son were out of town. Finally my last guest was a 25 year old named Bobby. This kid must have been born into the royal family he was such a queen. Once all the intros were done and the tests completed proving all participants were negative, I put-out the beer, poppers and lube, turned on the music and the night started. Thanks the maker for three day weekends. Pedro went straight for the couple, Mike and Steven, while Mark unleashed his monster tool on Jordan. Mark didn't play around with any four play at all, he simply pushed Jordan down on the couch and ripped off his shorts. The kid's legs were so far bent over his head I was going to check to make sure his neck didn't break. I guess Mark knew what he was doing because Jordan seemed to be happy with Mark's attention. When Mark started I didn't see him use any lube, he just smiled at me and plowed Jordan's hole. I tried to comfort Jordan by holding a bottle of poppers under his nose. I am not sure if it helped or not. When I stood up I looked at Mark go and I was pissed I wasn't getting plowed like that. While this was going on I spied that Jack and Boby were holding up in a courner of the house, lip locked and rolling on the floor like a newlywed couple. Jack must have been from Ohio or something because he was corn fed. When he started to finger Bobby's hole, the queen was purring like a cat in heat. Jack lifted Bobby's legs up in the air and used loads of lube. (I can't imagine why Jack bothered with the lube, 'cause Bobby's back side looked like a truck could drive out.) As all were having a awesome time, except for me, I walked up behind Mark who was still plowing the hell out of Jordan. I slipped my finger into Mark's sweet ass. The kid jumped in surprise, and quickly turned saying he was a top only. I told him that my rules were everyone had to get fucked at least once and I said if I fucked him, he didn't have to worry about getting tagged. so while he was pounding Jordan I was able to move in. Using my finger I slowly entered his hole. I could tell Mark was not happy as he kept telling me I was ripping him up. Little did he know, that was exactly what I was doing. Before he could put up any resistance I shoved my cock in him with the same force he used on Jordan. Mark let out a yell as his ass was spread apart. This kid never got topped so I made the most of it. Fuck it hurt, but I bent him over Jordan and next thing I knew Jordan was getting bred by the biggest load of cum he had ever taken. The force of Mark's thrust into Jordan made my cock explode at the same time. After which I pulled out. Mark asked why I pulled out, I simply told him, once you bust your nut it hurts like hell getting fucked so I did not want to cause him anymore pain. He said thanks, and thanked me for not shooting in his ass. I said no problem as I let my index finger probe in his hole. As he walked away to start his next conquest I looked at my finger and sure enough, it was red. As the night passed I managed to dump my load in a total of four guys that night. Not bad as I managed to tag Mark, Pedro and the couple. Now they were fun. They each wanted to get double-dicked so I told them that while each fucked the other I would fuck them too. It was a real turn-on with my cock sharing each guy's butt, knowing that my seed not only covered their lover's cock but that each guy's lover's cock was ramming my seed further down his partner's ass. Eventually the party ended and everyone left the house, except Jack. I approached him to see if he was ok. He said party was one of the best times he had ever had, that he had been plowed by Mark twice and that his ass was all beat up. I told him that if he wanted he could stay the night. After a moment he agreed and gathered up his clothing. As we walked up the stairs his eye keept looking at the packets of swabs I had on the table by the door. When we walked into the bedroom he dropped his clothing on the floor near the bed, and his wallet, watch and cell phone on the night table. Then he climbed into bed and lay on his stomach. He turned his head to me and just looked up. Sensing an oncoming question, I quickly rolled on to his back and started to make out with him. At first he said "Stop my ass really hurts" but I shushed him, saying told him I would go easy, as I began to rim his ass, all the time thinking to myself 'Damn Mark really fucked his cunt up'. Not surprisingly, as I started to rim Jack, he turned into a big old pussy, his ass rising in the air. I asked him if he wanted to get fucked one last time before the night was done. He just moaned and that was all I needed for my cock to get hard. As I entered his hot, torn-up hole, Jack said, "I been thinking. When we all showed-up you made us all take an HIV test." "Yeah," I said "to make sure you were all neg." Jack replied "Yeah, I got that. You showed us each of our swabs, but I don't remember seeing your results." As he said that his cell phone rang. Handing him his cell phone, I asked him who it was: "My wife" he replied. Better answer it, I commented, adding that I wouldn't make a sound, although I slowly continued to fuck his hole. While she was talking to him I could over hear her say that she came home early, I whispered into his ear "No you didn't see my results because mine would have turned up POZ." His face turned pale white as I had him pinned under me, he couldn't scream and he didn't' move. I told him that his ass was really fucked-up and that if I bust in him he most likely be pozzed. As his wife chatted away, I quietly gave him a choice: "Tell your wife that you missed her and you will see her soon I would pull out without busting, but if you tell here you love her and you'll be home in an hour or two, I will bust my nut in your wrecked hole." He signed off the conversation with his wife saying "Love you, honey, I'll be home in an hour or two." With that I whispered "Welcome to the brotherhood" blowing the biggest nut in my life into his hole. Afterwards I told him "Go home and fuck your wife before your cum turns to poison" but after looking at the sheets I concluded he had already had blown his last negative load. Still shell shocked he dressed and went home.

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

In '92 there were no HIV drug cocktails - no one shot blanks. The infectious disease specialist to whom my parents took me told both me and my parents that it was highly unlikely I'd live to be 30. As I stood in my tighty whiteys in the examining room and looked at my reflection in the mirror, I saw a tall pale broad shouldered 18 year old with clear skin, big blue eyes and a mop of black hair. A typical college freshman hunk. The Doc recommended I abstain from sex to not put anyone at risk and if I had to have sex always cover my cock with a condom to protect my partners. In the months since I was stealth pozzed on my 18th birthday, I had become a bi-weekly visitor to the Steamworks. They knew my name at the front desk! I was a a very popular cum dump - the kind of guy who posted my room number on the chalkboard, advertising my tight cunt to everyone in the bathhouse. I loved public sex. No closed doors for me. I wanted everyone to see me begging for the load. I wanted everyone to know the cock fucking me was condom-free. I wanted all the guys to know I was accepting as much dirty seed as my cunt could take in an eight hour period. I walked around the Steamworks, my legs sticky with seed and my cunt a cum sloppy mess. I loved the looks I'd get when a troll dumped his load in me. I knew the guys who muttered fuckin' whore would all eventually use my cunt. I never let anyone touch my cock: I wanted cum, I didn't want to give it away. My hard-on painfully dripped so much precum it stuck to my jock. Eventually, it was bound to happen: a daddy and his boy invited me into their room. As the daddy fucked me, his angelic-looking little cum dump freed my cock and backed up on to it. Within seconds I spewed my dirty seed into his snatch. And that's how it started - as a gift to another cum dump. Fuck the Doc and his warnings. I liked this a lot! I wanted to pass my strain on. If I was gonna be dead before I reached the age of 30, I was determined that at least a part of me would live on, passed from slut to slut, long after I was six feet under. My notoriety as a cum dump for the regulars at the Steamworks made a change of locations necessary and fortunately the Bay Area provided that change: the Waterworks bathhouse in San Jose. Entirely new baths and entirely different me. In San Jose I was a raw fuck top. My bigger than average uncut cock and healthy look opened a lot of cunts to my dirty seed. I even got a PA. I found I loved the short twinks - those little blond Mormon boys were my favorites. God, they wanted it so bad - they begged for it - and eventually they begged for me to knock them up - to shoot my sperm in their sweet neg asses. I wasn't shooting blanks and my PA was upping the probability that my seed would take. I loved seeing these sweet boys turn into cumdumps - I saw myself in each and every one....

It looked like it was going to be another one of those Christmases. Family too far away to travel to with my busy schedule and even having to work on Christmas Eve. They did send me several packages though and I had sent theirs out also. Work was slow all day too as very few other places were actually doing much so my load was pretty small but had to be done. I was on several hookup sites, so at breaks, I was checking to see if there was any possibility of some play at all. I noticed 3 or 4 is all that looked promising. Checked them closer and found one that really seemed like what I wanted. He was listed as 28, 5'9" and about 165 pounds. Pics showed a decent looking guy and his cock listed at 7" cut looked really nice with a much larger head than shaft which was a turn on for me too. I sent off a message to see if he was actually available. He soon sent me back a message saying he lived out of town but was on the way here and was getting a motel room. I quickly sent him back a message telling him that if he wanted to, he could stay at my place and save the money. He went back saying it sounded good to him. We agreed to meet at a place we both knew of. After work I headed there fast. I wanted him for sure as it had been, because of work, quite some time since I had been fucked and wanted it badly. The place we met at was a little bar. I got there first and ordered a drink. Wasn't long till he showed up and we both had a drink before heading to my place. Once in the door we were all over each other. Kissing and making out and soon taking off clothes. As we disrobed, we kind of just left clothes where they fell as we stumbled down the hall to the bedroom. We tumbled onto the bed and were really all over each other then. Groping and rubbing and both moaning in the pleasure we were bringing each other. As I moved my kisses down his body, he spun around and as my mouth reached his cock, his mouth was finding mine as we were 69ing. I found that he had a lot of precum but loved the taste of it and slurped it down like I had found nectar. We kept sucking each other for what seemed like hours but was really about 10 minutes. Then he let go of my cock with his mouth and gently pulled his cock from my mouth and spinning me around on my back, threw my legs in the air and dropped his mouth onto my hole. His tongue was soon trying to pry my hole open and with a little bit more of his spit and tongue driving at me was soon getting my hole opened and his tongue into me. He kept that up for a while and then I could feel his hand there and soon a finger entering me. He pushed it in and out and all around and soon he had two and then three fingers in me as he opened my hole up good and was driving me wild. After several minutes of this, he pulled his fingers out of me and I felt the head of his cock against my hole and before I knew it the knob of his cock was in me. I loved a big mushroom head and as he sunk his cock into me I could feel the head hitting my prostate and my own cock throbbed even more than it had been doing. His entire cock was in me deep in no time it seemed and I was really enjoying the feeling. He just kind of ground his cock in me for a while and then started to pull out slowly and back in and did it just slow and easy and about drove me wild as the head of his cock was so much larger that is rubbed my prostate with every movement. I was arching my back and thrusting my ass at him on every stroke. He then started to get faster and faster and very quickly he was pounding my ass like a jackhammer. I was in ecstasy for sure. He kept fucking me hard and fast and deep and every stroke was a pure delight. It went on and on and on. My own cock could not take the sensations and after about 15 minutes of his pounding it erupted on its own without being touched. He felt it and slowed down for just a few stroked to look between us at my load which was all over both of our stomachs and smiled and told me he loved to see that happen when he fucked someone. He then picked back up the pace. He kept up a mad pace till I thought I could take it no more and my ass was drying up a little even. It still felt pretty good but the friction could not be doing the inside of my ass much good. He kept at it for another 20 minutes after I had cum before he told me to get ready and he drove into me a few more strokes like a mad man and then ground his cock in as deep as he could get and I felt it throb and could feel the heat and wetness deep in my hole as he was cumming. Fuck, I had not had that good of a fuck in a long time and told him so and he told me there was more where that came from. We rested then for a while and then he was in me again and pounding, it seemed, like even harder than before and again it went on for quite a while. He told me again, here it comes and again I could feel his cock erupt. He ended up fucking me three more times even that night before we dozed off. When I finally woke up, quite late, the next morning he was already gone. I could not believe I had slept when he got up to leave either, but then he had about fucked me silly most of the night. As I stretched and started to get up, I noticed my bed had a wet spot. Looking down I could see that a lot of cum had leaked out of me as I slept. It even had tint of pink to it. I thought, wow, he really fucked me if there is a little blood in that, which is what it looked like. I got up and headed to the bathroom with a feeling of having to sit down and did on the stool. As I sat my ass seemed to open up and I could tell something that felt like liquid running out and as I looked down to see what it was I could tell it was some of his cum and it definitely had a pink tint to it. I cleaned up and didn't think any more of it then. I went out to the living room to open my gifts as it was a fine Christmas morning and after being fucked royally all night is seemed to be a very good start to the day. I opened my presents and enjoyed every minute of it as I thought about my family and hoped they were enjoying my presents to them as well. I then headed to the kitchen to make some coffee and also decided to have a couple of pieces of toast. I got them ready and headed back to the other room to sit and relax and just enjoy looking at the tree and thinking about friends and family. I had just finished my toast and was drinking the last drops of coffee from my mug when as I was tilting my head back I noticed a piece of paper in the tree. I got up to see what the heck that was. It was folded and on the outside was the name of the guy I had spent the night with. I opened it up. He had left the note to tell me how much he had enjoyed the night before and thanked me for having him over. Then I was floored as he had written that he had just been diagnosed HIV positive about a week before and had a very high viral load. He wished me a very Merry Christmas and hoped I liked his gift to me.

I grew up in a very small town. In High School I had gone on a few dates with boys, kissed one or two, and jerked one off, but nothing more. I had figured out I was gay, but didn't even know if I was a top or a bottom. That started to change within two weeks of starting college. During Orientation, I met a really cute guy named Joe. We had the same major, lots in common, and he was gorgeous. He was nearly six feet tall, sandy blond hair, strong nordic cheekbones, and a sleek taught body from years of being on the high school regional swim team, which he was now joining in college too. We were both inexperienced when it came to sex, which we both realized the first time we managed to get a dorm room alone for the night. We sloppily kissed and rolled around on the bed, but didn't know how to suck cock yet, and certainly no anal. Essentially, we were both virgins. The fact that we were both eighteen meant we could cum quickly and stay hard enough to cum again mere minutes later. A few weeks into our first semester, I went to his first swim meet. I was proud of him for being out to all of his teammates and coach. The match was great and I loved watching all of the Juniors and Seniors in their skimpy speedos, soaking wet and clinging to every inch of what little they covered. And on top of that, they won! Afterwards, he introduced me to his coach and some of the guys on the team. His coach, who insisted everyone call him by his first name, Tony, told us he was having a celebratory party that weekend. Tony was beautiful. He could have been a lumber jack if he wasn't a college swim coach. He had red hair, turning ever so slightly salt-and-pepper at the temples and thinning on top, sideburns, and a bushy mustache. While most of the boys he coached were pale and slim, he was tan and beefy. His shoulders were broad, pulling the buttons of his tight polo shirt open, revealing a few tufts of chest hair. Needless to say, I was watering at the mouth!I was excited to go and hang out with such a hot group of guys, and such a hot coach! Saturday rolled around, and Joe and I managed to get an hour together in my dorm room before leaving to drive to Tony's house for the party. After maneuvering into an awkward sixty-nine position, I managed to get the head of his uncut cock in my mouth for about thirty seconds before he filled my mouth with his salty cum. I put my hands on the back of Joe's head and tried to aim his lips to my cock, but he seemed to miss my cues. He licked at my dick, while jerking my dick so hard it was starting to hurt, but I shot off anyway, all over his face. I reeled around and licked my jizz off of Joe's chiseled face. He squirmed and pulled away, sort of grossed out by the thought of eating cum. He grabbed his briefs off of the floor and used them to mop his face off as I chuckled, saying, "You'll get used to that if we keep this up. You might even learn to like the taste." He laughed and suggested we get ready to go or we would be late. We pulled our clothing on, but he decided to skip the underwear and chucked it into my laundry hamper. We showed up at Tony's house only a few minutes late and must have been the last people to arrive as the driveway and street in front of the house was packed with cars. All of the lights were on and we could hear music all the way from the street. We rang the bell, and a few seconds later, Tony met us at the door. He was wearing a thin linen shirt, unbuttoned at the front and practically see-through. As my eyes dropped from his burly chest down to his fuzzy belly button, and then lower to a massive bulge in his tight shorts, my jaw dropped and Tony smirked as Joe slapped me across the belly saying "Dude, quit checking out my Coach!" I didn't know if either one thought it was funny or not. Tony ushered us inside saying "I want you to meet my parter, Charlie." Woah! I had no clue Tony was gay! His house was huge and we wandered through a few rooms and out onto a backyard deck before finding Charlie. He had a tray full of red cups, and he was passing out cocktails to the older team mates. Charlie was younger than Tony, but older than all of the guys on the team. He looked like he might have been Latin, or maybe Greek, with dark curly hair, dark eyes, and a great tan, a bit shorter than me, but in great shape, with a toned chest clearly visible under a tight t-shirt. He started to offer me and Joe a drink, and Tony stopped him, saying "I'm not sure these guys are of age...." Charlie smiled slyly saying, "Right. Wouldn't want to corrupt your students." With that, some of the guys close enough to hear started laughing. Charlie laughed too, and then went to go get us some fruit punch instead. I looked around and realized that there were no girls there. I figured that Tony would have invited his team members' girlfriends too, but I guess not. The teammates there seemed to know each other pretty well and didn't seem lonely without their girlfriends at all. As we continued to scope out the scene, I saw the massive pool in the backyard. It must have been at least a quarter of an Olympic-sized pool. With the sun starting to go down, the lights under the water turned on. Charlie put his hand on my shoulder as he handed me some punch and asked "Hey, you wanna go for a swim?" I replied "Sure, but I didn't bring a suit." “No problem,” said Charlie. You're wearing underwear right? That'll do.” “Well, I'm not. We, er, got distracted on the way over...” grinned Joe. Tony Put his big bear arm around Joe and smiled, saying "No worries, man. I'm sure I've got something you can borrow. My size might be a big big on you, but it'll do in a pinch. Come with me." “Okay. Dive in, guys, don't wait for us!” said Joe as Tony ushered him away. Charlie started "First one in's a rotten..." "EGG!" some of the guys standing around shouted. Charlie and the rest of the guys started peeling off their shirts and dropping their shorts. One or two of the swim team guys were nude, but I figured, what the hell. If they're not embarrassed why should I be? I stripped down to my white Calvins and dove in. We all splashed around, laughing and horse-playing as I met some of the guys who I had been ogling around campus and at the swim meet. There must have been ten guys there, along with Charlie. The way they were teasing each other made me think some of them might be gay or might even be boyfriends. I got confused when I saw Dan kissing Mike and then Mike kissing Andrew. If Dan and Mike were dating, why would he kiss Andrew? I couldn't help but spring a woody. My hard-on got even harder when I saw Mike kiss Charlie and Andrew kiss Dan. I thought 'Where's Joe? He's missing all of the fun' while all around me, guys were making out with each other and pulling each other's bathing suits or underwear down. Charlie sidled up to me and smiled as he put his hands on my chest, sliding down to my cock, pulling my briefs down and wrapping his hand around my dick. “Whoah, we should stop this,” I weakly protested. I desperately wanted to kiss Charlie, but didn't want to upset Joe. “What about Joe,” I asked. “What about Joe,” Charlie said. All the while, Charlie was milking my dick under the water. By this time, we had two or three guys surrounding us, rubbing their hands all over our bodies. Dan leaned in close, still jerking my dick, and whispered, “What do you think Tony is doing with Joe right now?” I looked around and didn't see either of them and thought 'Maybe I should go inside and check on Joe' but before I could try to pull away from the group, I was shooting a load into the pool. “Finished so soon?” Charlie asked. Andrew shouted, “I bet he's got another load or two!” With that, two boys hoisted me, nude and hard, onto the edge of the pool. Mike pushed my shoulders back until I was on my back. He then got up and aimed his massive dick into my mouth. I gagged immediately, but he just kept shoving it in. He took a break as I caught my breath. Next to me, Andrew was starting to fuck Dan. I couldn't help but notice that Andrew's dick was sliding into Dan's ass without a condom. I had never seen even in a video gay sex without a condom. Dan was moaning like it felt really good. Then, I saw Charlie standing in the water. He smiled at me and started to lift my legs as he stroked his dick. He leaned over me and kissed me hard. As he mashed his wet lips against mine, I felt his cock poking at my virgin hole. I was okay with him fucking me, but worried about protection. “What about a condom?” I asked. “Listen kid. I don't have anything you couldn't catch from any of the guys here. Don't worry about it...” I figured, whatever. If it was going to be my first time, I wanted to feel what it was really like. Charlie was gentler than I expected and took his time working his tool into me. He pumped away as I felt my back rubbing back and forth against the wet concrete beneath me. It never hurt and I swear I could feel his heart beating through my hole. Charlie picked up his pace as the guys around were cheering us on. He slammed into me a few more times and then held still. I didn't know it then, but he was cumming in my hole. He pulled out as the guys were cheering and clapping. I was grinning, happy to no longer be a virgin, but sort of sad that my first time hadn't been with Joe. I knew Joe and Tony must have been able to hear the commotion from inside even over the booming music. Andrew pulled out of Dan and asked me if I was ready for another round. I said, “Well, maybe later, but I want to check on Joe first and make sure he's okay.” Charlie slapped his softening cock against my legs and laughed. “I bet I know where to find them,” he snickered as he climbed out of the water and helped me up. I stumbled to my feet as Charlie took my hand. Mike handed me a towel. I dried off a bit, noticing then what must have been Charlie's cum dripping out of my hole and onto my thighs. The guys kept on playing together as Charlie led me inside. In the kitchen, he gave me a glass of water. I didn't hear anything in the house except for the bass of the music from outside. Charlie leaned in and kissed me. “Tony sure knows how to pick 'em” he said. “He didn't pick me. I'm not on the team,” I replied. “Joe's on the team.” “You'll both be on the team if tonight goes the way it should. And once you're on this team, you're on it for life.” Charlie mussed my hair and smacked my bare ass. “Let's go upstairs...” To be continued......

Amsterdam newspaper "Het Parool" announces today that the Amsterdam health care services GGD is finally allowed to start a PrEP investigating project. 370 Gay men and transgenders will be selected to participate in a test project over the next 3 years. It will be the first time that PrEP will be tested in the Netherlands and the first time worldwide that participants will be given a choice between taking daily medication OR using PrEP before or after having condomless sex. The number of new HIV infections in the Netherlands has been stable for some years at around 1100 per year, of which about 370 in Amsterdam. 71% of those are gay men. The investigative project will focus on: - Interest to start using PrEP (how many and why) - True to therapy (i.e. use the medication as prescribed) - What it is like to use PrEP - Will the cost of this project weigh up against the cost of people getting infected with HIV and cost of medication after that as a result. Project runs from June 1025 until december 2018. http://www.ggd.amsterdam.nl/nieuwsoverzicht/proef-prep-strijd/ -------------------------- 1) I am glad that FINALLY PrEP is being tested in NL 2) I am disappointed it is a project that runs until 2018 before they publish the results. While results are available from countries where PrEP is already available. 3) I am disappointed that it is only the city of Amsterdam running this project and not other Dutch GGD organizations as well. Still, better than nothing I guess.

I finally started PrEP. It was a great decision for many reasons - I love fucking raw and I especially love taking loads. I am in good health and generally don't have issues with side effects from medications. Plus I work in health care and the company I work for runs a pharmacy, and the company picks up my copays as one of my benefits, so PrEP doesn't cost me anything out of pocket. My doctor told me PrEP would take about a week to be effective, so today I took my seventh dose and I made plans to hook up with a buddy of mine I hadn't seen for a while. Dave is a closeted married guy in his 50s. He's an inch shorter than me at 5'6", with silver hair and brown eyes. He's smooth and muscular with abit of a belly. Not the sort of guy I usually Go for to be honest - I tend to gravitate towards bears/cubs like myself - but Dave is a very sweet guy and very, very enthusiastic about sex, which makes him plenty attractive to me! His wife was away so he asked me to come over to play. We'd fucked a few times but he always insisted on condoms - I'm the only guy he plays with and he knows I fuck with other guys. He picked me up this morning and we drove to his house. While in the car he rubbed my tight almost the whole way over, telling me how much he missed being with me and he couldn't wait to get naked with me. I brought up the fact that I was now on PrEP and that I had been on it long enough to be sure I was protected against HIV. I also told him that since I had to be tested before I could go on it I knew I was negative for any other STDs and hadn't been with anyone else since my testing was done. I told him I would respect it if he still wanted to use condoms, but that we didn't have to if he didn't want to. He couldn't hide the hunger in his eyes as I talked, and I knew we were going to swap loads. We got to Dave's house and immediately went upstairs to his bed - *their* bed, I reminded myself. There's something so hot and naughty to me about having sex with a man in the bed he usually shares with his wife. We stripped to our underwear and Dave pulled out a bag of weed and a pipe. He always liked to take a toke or two before we fucked. I had smoked pot for the first time a month prior and took to it quickly, although I have found it tends to have unpredictable effects on me sexually. He offered me the pipe and I took a deep deep hit. We kissed as the pot coursed through my system. I felt the waves of relaxation roll over me as Dave kissed down my neck, breathing warmly over my ear and firmly massaging my shoulders with his hands. We ground our underwear-clad erections against each other. I felt warm and tingly all over from the pot. Dave was on top of me, worshiping my body with his hands and tongue, licking and sucking my nips, massaging my balls, running his fingers up and down my furry torso. He ripped my boxer briefs off and swallowed my cock in one quick motion. My cock throbbed achingly as he aggressively deep throated me. My hips began to thrust as I fucked his warm wet mouth. He moaned as his own hard cock rubbed against the inside of his white Calvin briefs. It was a beautiful sight - for some reason nothing is hotter to me than a "straight" married dad in white briefs. By this time I was full-on stoned. My mind stopped forming coherent thoughts or words. Every instinct in my body was that I had to fill this man with my load. The heat of the moment and the complete release of my inhibitions had turned me into a voracious top man - a role I don't often play, but I enjoy the heck out of! I pulled Dave's mouth off my cock and pulled him in for a kiss. Gently but firmly I guided him onto all fours, grabbing the lube off the nightstand. My mind wanted desperately to say to him "I'm going to fuck you now," but the words wouldn't form. All that came out of my mouth was a long, low growl as I fingered the silicone into his hole. He was so incredibly tight and warm. He writhed and moaned, and I could sense that his pain at my penetration of him was gradually turning to pleasure as I quickly found the warm, firm lobe of his prostate and massaged it, reaching underneath him with my other hand to tug on his balls. It must be mentioned that Dave has a very thick penis. It's no longer than mine - about 6" - but about as thick as a Red Bull can. He hadn't been able to get it into me before - he doesn't do well fucking in rubbers, and I'm fairly tight, so the last two times he'd tried to fuck me he only succeeded in losing his boner. I had my hand wrapped around his thick shaft now and I felt it throb with each stroke of my finger against his prostate. Finally I couldn't stand to wait any longer. I knelt behind him, my 6" cut cock hard and ready. I grabbed him by the hips and pulled him backward, lining my cock head up with his tight, lubed hole. The head made contact and I felt his warmth. His ass lips parted as I continued to press into him, his velvety fuck chute swallowing inch after inch of my cock. He moaned and said "ohh that's your fucking raw cock in my ass....I've never been fucked raw before....oh my god you feel fucking incredible!" I felt my cock head pop through his inner ring and he grunted in that perfect mix of pain and pleasure. Finally my balls came to rest against his ass as I bottomed out inside him. The pot I'd inhaled had all gotten to my head and I couldn't see, hear or perceive anything else in the world besides the warm body of the sexy man impaled on my cock. The only thought in my mind was to fuck him, to thrust with all my energy and manhood and plant my seed deep inside his ass. I started to fuck in earnest, picking up speed and force as I made his ass mine. Dave moaned louder than I'd ever heard. I grunted and groaned but still couldn't think in coherent words - just enjoying the flashes of colors and bursts of light racing through my brain in its pot-addled state as my body performed like a well oiled fuck machine. I have no idea how long I fucked him - could have been ten minutes, could have been an hour - but I didn't once let up or take a break. Just listened to him moan and sigh and felt his ass tighten around me as he enjoyed the sensation of me using him. Finally I felt the sharp tension of my orgasm building deep inside my pelvis. My balls tightened against me as I bellowed "oh my god Dave I'm gonna cum!!" I felt eight strong pulses as I flooded his guts with my semen. His hole tightened, squeezing every last drop of cum out of my throbbing dick. I collapsed onto his back, and we lay there catching our breath, my cock still held firmly in place by his spasming hole. Gradually I slid out of him and rolled over onto my side. A quick drink of water and before I could even process what was happening I was up on all fours, my face buried in the pillow as Dave sank his tongue deep into my hole. I knew without him saying it - he had taken my load and now he wanted to give me his. And I was in no state to object. I felt one, then two lubed fingers probe my fuckhole and it opened readily. Reaching to the floor, I grabbed the poppers I had brought and took a deep whiff. Since I was still high they were even more effective than usual, and as the euphoria fogged my brain I knew I needed cock, and needed it now. I practically yelled the only thought in my brain - "fuck me Dave...fuck me hard!!!" Dave plunged his thick cock into me, and although his head slipped in fairly easily, the girth of his shaft made it a bit difficult, even in my altered state. My hole spasmed and pushed him out. On the third attempt he got past my tight sphincter and sank into me almost to the balls. The sudden stretch of my hole was almost too much, and I came close to blacking out. As I recovered, I took another hit of poppers and became painfully, blissfully tuned in to every inch of the thick cock inside of me. Pot seems to unlock an ability I have to enjoy sex in an abstract way, and I tuned into this feeling very quickly. I became hyper aware of the feeling of being penetrated by a man, and the pure raw masculine energy of two men fucking and breeding and swapping cum. All that mattered was that he keep thrusting into me and that I keep his cock inside of me until his semen coated the walls of my fuckchute. In that moment, I was incredibly thankful and proud to be a man, and to be gay. Nothing else in the world mattered or even existed to me. Finally he let loose a howl of pleasure and thrust all the way into me, firing off several jets of cum into my guts. The warmth and wetness was so incredibly satisfying I was reduced to a quivering mess. I fell asleep in his arms for an hour or so, before showering and heading home. I've really got to get high before fucking more often.

A few weeks ago, I was on grindr, and started chatting with this guy a street over. After a few hours of flirting, I cleaned out, and went over to his place. We started making out, and i quickly felt his dick get hard. I whipped it out of his pants, and started sucking. This quickly led to him getting me ready to take his dick. He fucked me a couple times with the condom on but never came. I finally said fuck it, and told him to bareback me. I'd never done that before, but I just figured fuck it. He pounded me good for about ten minutes and then seeded me deep. My first raw load.

I had this guy fuck me a couple of times in NYC. I lived in East Harlem, and he lived on the UES. I'll never forget him. I had cruised his profile on BBRT and on A4A. He was hot, latino, and definitely showed that he was poz. I was hooked! The first time I went to his apartment, I was very excited. I'd made sure to clean out my hole especially good, because his profile said he was generously hung. Not sure what that meant, I just knew I didn't want any unwanted surprises. All I wanted was his load deep in my hole. His apartment wasn't huge, but his bedroom was where the action happened. He was wearing running pants and a wifebeater. I was turned on immediately. What with the wifebeater, his cock showing through his pants, and his facial wasting, I was in pig heaven. He led me to his bedroom, where I got on my knees and pulled down his pants. He was wearing a cockring. Which plumped up his cock even more. I sucked and treated this cock with respect. From my guess, he was about 8" and cut. Gorgeous! The scent coming from his trimmed pubes was overpowering. I would've done just about anything he'd asked of me. When HE decided it was time to fuck, he had me stand up, get naked and get on his bed on all fours. Only then did I see the mirror kiddycorner from the bed, which gave the perfect viewing angle for him to watch himself breed me, and surely countless others. He didn't eat me out, but used the slobber on his dick as lube. I'd done a huge huff of poppers as his cock sank in. I'm usually a little tight at first, but with the poppers and my mindset, his thick cock just sank right in. I moaned and he moaned and he stayed right there, just savoring the heat of my hole. He began an almost frantic thrusting of my hole. I was holding on for dear life, loving every moment of this bronco ride. My hole opened up for his cock unlike it had for any other. It was amazing. Suddenly my hole felt not loose, but it wasn't grabbing onto his cock, and he told me he loved that. He kept calling me, "puta." I loved that. I was dizzy from lust and the poppers. Suddenly I heard a noise coming from my ass that I'd never heard. It was like a sloshing, wet, messy sound. I asked him was that my ass making that sound. He only replied, "si." I asked him did he like it? He again replied, "si." After nearly ten minutes of his thrusting and calling me, "puta," he didn't even ask where I wanted his cum. He just thrust in, and growled loudly, letting me know that his cum was being planted deep in my hole. Like I would've complained. But in case I'd had any other thoughts. After I'd cleaned his cock off like any good bottom should, I got dressed and left. Cut to a couple months later. I was at his apartment, going through the same thing. Sucking his gorgeous chorizo, getting in the position, and hitting the poppers. Only this time he was even less personal. It was like I wasn't even there. I didn't care. I only had one thing on my mind. His cock and his cum. I would've done anything to get it. I got into position and he sank deep in my guts again. He didn't savor the heat this time. It was like he was on a mission to just fuck and fuck and fuck. I was a happy piggy. He began the frantic thrusting. In and out, in and out, and before long my ass was making the sloppy, wet sounds again. I asked him if my hole was loose enough for his cock. His only reply was to just keep thrusting his cock in and out of my hole. Again, no announcement of his impending cumming, just the final thrust into my hole. When he was cumming in my hole, I heard my ass growling like a stomach. That was a new one. Never before or since has that happened. I was amazed. This guy knew how to fuck. I knew I wanted a repeat. As I left his apartment, there were sirens going off everywhere. Apparently, at the moment he was cumming in my hole, an earthquake had hit NYC. I was stupefied. The only earth moving I'd felt was in his bedroom, between his cock and my hole.

it is perfectly ok. there's no real difference between u or any other person, you just have to take care in not pricking yourself as any other one (it's not advisable to use a needle used on another person, not only for "safety" reasons which are present even on hiv- people, but also because of this http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7g5KmqOZr2Q/UKrA9oiLraI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PR_sj7pAUQU/s400/syringe+under+microscope.jpg so the needle becomes more difficult and more painful to insert). btw, don't worry, you don't put your mother at risk in any way, it is full of hiv+ healthcare workers. in italy, for example, no one can be forced to declare its status by law because being hiv+, even for healthcare workers, it's not adding any risk for patients. bye! sorry for my very bad english

Once you're naked, tease his cock with your ass and start sliding down on it. There's no way he'll say no to that

What's the problem with telling him outright "I want to go bareback", if that's what you want. However you phrase it, he's either into it or he's not, surely...?

Anyone that barebacked with me.

Please keep this story going. Well written and the taboo elements stimulate

I went back over to his place a few nights ago. We smoked a few bowls and then I started sucking on his cock. I deep throated it, getting it nice and slobbery. Then I climbed up on his bed and got on all fours. I put my face down, arched my back pushing my ass out, and looked back at him. I asked him,"Are you gonna fuck me or what?" He lined his dick up against my hole and shoved in. There was never even a discussion of condoms. He knew he could have it anyway he wanted. He fucked me until I came hands free and he planted another hot load up my slutty ass.

Needed to get some more T today so drove over to my dealers house. He sold me a bag and asked if I wanted to smoke. We both started smoking, he started rubbing my ass, and before you know it we were on the bed with him pounding my ass. Gave me a nice juicy load from his 8 inch dick....and a $10 refund for the t. Oink.

He will probably just remind you of standard precautions. They will probably be disposable needles as well. Just to be extra safe, you could wear gloves too. There are lots of hiv+ people in the health care industry giving injections every day. I know this because I know some of them

Why do I feel like someone on this forum is going to be turned on by this?

Yes several times. Once I had male nurse answer an ad on CL. He came in in his scrubs. Pulled them off and fucked me. He shot his load in my ass. No mention on condom and he only wanted to cum inside me

I bred a medical resident while I was on a trip a few weeks ago. He was nearby, and approached me on Grindr with "I want to suck your cock." Five minutes later he was in my hotel room. He was on his knees sucking me, when I motioned him toward the bed. He knew the right position -- flat on his stomach, ass up. I spat, pushed in, held him close, and we kissed as I pounded him. I told him I was about to cum, and he just said, "Breed me!" While we were making out afterward, we exchanged names and he told me he was a medical resident.

Love this story . Would be great to get to a part two. Dillon starts a gangbang with the cabin crew?

My fave as of now is samshadowxxx Check out the close up pics of his gorgeous asshole and you will see why. Didnt take long for my fat cock to start throbbing. I very rarely top but for him I'd make an exception. I'd love nothing more than to spend several hours just rimming his asshole.

We would be fighting over them. Lol. Easily resolved though...you get to suck their cock while I get to rim that gorgeous asshole of yours.

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

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 fully agree with you Bearbandit. Don't know why Amsterdam wants to reinvent the wheel when so many tests are already available. Must be Dutch health authorities (who are destroying the Dutch health system as we speak in general). As for getting access to the Amsterdam GGD program, you cannot access the program If you do not live in Amsterdam or neighboring villages or towns that fall under this GGD organization. So people living in other parts of the country are not allowed to participate. I am just sad that apparently nothing is going to happen until the project is finished in 3 years, and then another few years for evaluating, discussing it for another few years and getting on the market by, what? 2020?. We are way behind the USA. Dutch politics and health care services makes me so incredibley mad....

Ok, so the whole taking slowly into the bb scenes started a little quicker and heavier than i thought it would. I normally have mondays off and thought I'd have a cruise and see who would up for some fun, i was prepared to have to spend the day looking for a BJ but almost instantly i chatted with a horny guy who was only a half an hour down the road and wanted a quick hook up, no mention of BB at that point and i didn't mention it as i was so horny i just wanted cock in me covered or no! As i was halfway through this conversation i had another but of a guy an hour away who wanted to bb fuck my hole... damn i though i have a meet arranged, so i spoke with him and told him that I had this meet and he said to message him if id got a load in my hole and he'd make sure he was free!!! OMG i think I'm gonna aim for a load. So i jumped in the car and headed down to the first guy, getting harder in the car at the thought of a hot load in my hole. I arrived and text him to let him know i was there. As i got to the door i saw a big tattooed daddy bear. My cock twitched again and he invited me in and as he closed the door he squeezed my butt... mmmmmmmmm. he led me upstairs, to the spare room, and just started to undress me, taking my clothes off quickly and left me standing there naked as my cock grew hard. He stroked my fur and grabbed my cock, then started to suck my nipples which really makes me hard. When he'd finished sucking i looked down and he'd got his massive tool out, and i mean massive. I sank to my knees and started to get it into my mouth and i had to stretch but like a trooper i managed it. I sucked him for a while and tasted that mustiness of his crotch. it was like nectar, but he had other ideas. he pulled me off his cock, bent me over the bed and started to lick my hole. Making it really wet. I could feel his tongue probing my hole, sliding in an out and making my hole really wet.... i love that. Then he stood up and without a word i felt his cock head against my hole. Slowly he pushed, and as he did i sniffed a big hit of poppers and slowly but surely he stretched my little hole to take his whole cock. I told a sharp breath and then relaxed to let him get balls deep. I felt full. He began to fuck me slowly, and then the tempo increased... i rode his cock as he got faster and faster, he felt so big in me but i loved it. we both started bucking and as i thought he was going to climax he pulled right out in one slide. grabbed me and turned me round pausing me to the floor and making me suck his cock. It had his precum and my asrse juice on there... i have never done A2M but I'm hocked now... i licked nd sucked that massive tool to eat every single drop of that ambrosial mixture. He moaned a little as i sucked his dick clean and this seemed to make him grow even bigger if that was even possible. Then he turned me around again and this time no prep he lined up and drove into me up to the hilt! Fuck i was in heaven. as was he i think... and he kept pounding and pounding getting faster and faster, building up a head of steam and i knew this was it, he was going to cum... he was getting closer and close and leant down against my back and whispered "Want my Load"... i was so in heaven that i could just nod, "ok" he said and sped up, until he almost screamed as he unloaded his first big spew of spunk into my hole. and i felt his cock grow and pulse as he loaded my hole... he kept thrusting and fucking his load into me deep, and kept riding his cock until i thought id drained every drop! he pulled out and i felt a little cum dribble out of my hole, but he scooped that up with his finger, turned me around and offered his finger to me which i greedily sucked clean, then he looked down and i knew what he wanted, i sank to my knees again and sucked his still hard dick, eating that mixture of his spunk and my arse greedily... it was amazing to taste. I cleaned him spotlessly clean, got dressed and left with out so much as a thank you and i was so horned by it, i text the other guys and said "Im Loaded", and his address was text back almost immediately. So back in the car my arse felt awesome, nice and open and wonderfully wet... and made my way over to the other guy. I arrived and text to say i was there, he text back to say i needed to go in the back gate, strip naked in the alley and then go into the garden. Oh Fuck this was gonna be hot. I stripped and walked into the garden and this older hot daddy was there naked and hard and ready to play. He started by fingering my hole and said "fuck thats a nice hole and a huge load" and with not much more he slid his cock up indie me and started to fuck that load into me! Wow, this was epic. "So, how do you feel about piss?" he asked, "Love it" i said. "Ever been pissfucked"? Ive had piss in my arse but never been piss fucked properly..." so he just laughed. He slowed fucking and just stayed still then all of a sudden i couldd feel my hole start to get heavy, he was pissing into my hole. oh fuck yeah!!!! he pissed for what seemed and age and then just started to fuck my hole, every thrust seem to want to force out a bit of piss, but he kept going. He kept going to the point where i didn't think i could take any more... and whispered "I need to let this piss go"... he kept fucking and i thought he hadn't heard me, so i took a breath and he then said "Just let it go" he stopped fucking but didn't fully withdraw his cock, and i let my piss filled arse relax and spew his hot piss mixed with cum out to spray all up his stomach and all over my back... He got harder and i got harder at this and then he continued fucking me. He wasn't as big as the last guy but still an ample cock and now i was full of piss i was in heaven... He kept feeding me poppers and fucking me getting faster and then eventually, made me bend forward so he could get a good grip and a really force his cock in, so he fucked and fucked me harder and harder until he began to moan and blew his load up my piss filled arse. He unloaded into me and at the same time i was wanking so frenetically that i came too.... This was the most amazing day ever and so my bb life has gotten off to a bang! Heres to the next one

I had a couple of hours after checking out of my hotel in Madrid and catching my plane back to London. I had a hangover from drinking late the night before and was wondering the street of Madrid on a hot lunch time. The story is true up except the fucking and cumming unfortunately. He gave me his email and so this was my email to him this morning. I enjoyed fantasising about what might have happened yesterday if we had more time. When I stood behind you at the cash point I was admiring your reddish hair below your cap and your smooth neck. I found it sexy. I continued looking down at the grey sweatshirt and it's cute logo leading to the fitted jeans. I could tell you had nice legs. As you finished at the cash machine you seemed to wiggle. It was subtle. I didn't know if I imagined it. A straight guy probably wouldn't notice but it was enough to communicate something so that as you moved away I instinctively knew to turn and watch you. You looked back. Twice. And from then I knew your intension. I tried to get money but impatiently I kept misreading the countless questions on the screen until my card was returned without money. I had a new mission. I left in your direction. I could see you in the distance . When you knew that I was following, you continued to your destination and casually leaned on a parked car checking your phone. I walked past, looking into your eyes and smiled. Eventually we spoke making polite conversation. If I was more experienced I would have made my intentions clearer. At one point I thought we were going our separate ways when you came back to me and said, with a devilishly grin "I want to fuck you" Those words, in your Spanish accent was music to my ears. I guess that you are half my age and I am attracted to older guys than me usually but it was your confidence that really turned me on. We seemed to walk for miles trying to find somewhere we could go until we found a car park with single toilets right in view of the parked cars. We went straight in. Once I had locked the door you leant against the sink. You wasted no time and shoved my trousers and pants down and roughly fondled my cock. I loved it when you forced me to kneel down so my head was level with your crotch and I could see the dark patch of pre-cum on your underpants. Pulling them down released your beautiful cock which I immediately took in my mouth. I wanted to suck and tease it, tickling your balls with my beard. Your cock easily filled my mouth and I could feel it hitting the back of my throat. I knew I would struggle not to choak on it. I wanted to savour your taste. I put my hands on your smooth hard arse cheeks. As I held them, I knew I wanted to turn you around and bury my nose and tongue in your sweet hole. I wanted to feel as much of your body under your clothes with my hands. But eventually you resumed control and pulled me up, turned me around and pushed me forward over the sink. You sucked two of you fingers and went in search of my hole. They quickly forced their way inside me stretching me ready for your cock. It wasn't long before I could feel your cock, moist from your leaking pre cum and juices from my mouth pushing to enter me. It hurt. And as I stood up in pain you firmly pushed the top of my shoulders forward again and started to fuck me. This was going to be a fast hard fuck as we could hear someone coughing outside. As you got into your rhythm, with one hand on my hip, the other reached around to squeeze my nipple hard. I was in heaven. Your fucking got harder and faster. At the moment you were about to cum you pulled out and shot all over my back. Your spunk slid down into the crack of my arse and over my now red and abused hole. With my cock in my hand I also shot my load over the sink. After pulling our clothes up, we left the cubicle one by one. As I left, I surprised a guy who approached the door after seeing you leave first but he was too shocked to say anything. As we left the car park you casually pointed out the police station opposite. I was grateful we got away with it and went on to catch my plane back to London with a big smile on my face. I loved that we met without the use of a phone app. As I left you still looked horny and I like to think you were about find another stranger...

Mr. Thomas and I were waiting in line at the Airport. Ever since I had burned my bridges with my family (whom I never saw again), it was as the my body had been infected with an infinite aphrodisiac. I couldn't stop thinking of cock. Underneath my shorts my own penis swelled at the thought of being pumped full of Mr. Thomas' cock. And my dick poked against the insides of my panties. I had been told to wear these the whole day which was no problem since they felt wonderful and made me feel very womanly and bitch like. My older lover and I were holding hands, I glanced up at him and blushed. He knew what that meant. After we got our tickets and were told which terminal to wait in, we quickly found a bathroom. Now this was at around 11 a.m. so the airport was bustling and the bathroom which had 5 urinals and 3 stalls was also a little busy with a few men in suits and a boy around my age. We didn't really care though, as we both shuffled into the handicap stall I was sure the young man saw us. After locking the door to the stall, I walked to the back wall with the railing. I undid my jeans and pulled down my panties and exposed my ass. I then parted my cheeks and as my rosebud waited hungrily for the giant cock of my man, I noticed the stall next to us had become occupied. Mr. Thomas pulled out his dick without even undoing his belt, he simply pulled it through the part in his boxers and through his fly. Without any lube or even a courtesy spit he pushed it into me. This was how I liked it. Too often a lot lube ruins the sensation of having a man's penis pushing through your anus. In one solid motion my asshole had guzzled down half his considerable length. I let out a high pitched groan and heard some fumbling from the stall next to us. Mr. Thomas then began pumping his dick into my hot now wet hole. It was as though, like a woman's sexual organ, when my asshole was horny it secreted it's own liquids to accept a man's sexual organ. I loved thinking of my asshole as a pussy. Even though I had by now forgone any attraction to a woman or her body, thinking of my self as one however, truly heightened my mood. So as I took my man's ferocious assault of my anus and rectum and pushed my butt against him as to say I was ready for his seed. He went faster and faster and deeper and we now making noticeable sounds from our grunts and from my asshole spasming and letting out queef like sounds. I thought I could hear someone say "Oh my fucking god" and a "What the hell" from guys in the bathroom. But not from the stall next to us. In fact now that I cared to look over but there was a 1 inch part in the walls of the stall between ours and the next over and I now saw the sure outline of an iPhone with a red light blinking at the top. We were being filmed. "i'm about ready, cunt" Mr. Thomas grunted, "Let's give this boy a show" Mr. Thomas obviously also noticed the boy filming us. "I'm going to plaster your face with my sperm baby" At once his ripped his penis out of my hole and as it exited me I felt a great and sad emptiness in my slutty hole. A bubbling and sexual sound echoed in the bathroom as my asshole said goodbye to it's true love. Instinctively I turned around and planted my self on my knees and open my mouth wide. He plopped his gooey and smelly 10 inch member upon my welcoming face. And pressed down on top of it with his strong hands. Feeling it spasm I stuck out my tongue which is immediately used as a cushion for his swollen cock head. Then it happens. A cups worth of semen drown my tongue and flooded my mouth. I swallowed all of it. "Everyone on Facebook is going to see this Ian" the boy outside the stall chuckled cock ooze sticking to my mouth as Mr. Thomas pulled it out of my mouth and tucked it into his pants. "Thanks kid, now this slut has no chance of turning back " He chuckled too. I wiped up my face with some toilet paper and as the paparazzi want to be left I saw through the gaps in the stall it was definitely Ron Gambsee. A classmate of mine. There really was no going back to my old life. I was then more scared than I had ever been before. But excitement and the spirit of adventure sprung up in me from a tiny point. We boarded the plane, my face sticky with dried sex. Three Weeks Later I still couldn't get over him saying that. He congratulated that kid for filming us have sex. The kid probably thought he was ruining my life and probably gets off from it. And my Mr. Thomas likes it?! Don't get me wrong I am glad it was filmed. But I was hoping Mr. Thomas would kick the kid's ass or something for disrespecting his boy. But I suppose that's just my romantic side wishing that. Since coming to San Fran I was given a few rules from Mr. Thomas: 1. I am never to masturbate. 2. He will never again touch my cock with his hands or jerk it for me. 3 The only way I am allowed to cum is from my ass or mouth being fucked or played with, and even then only when told I'm allowed to. The third rule was always hard. Not because it made it hard to cum, I always could. The problem is being able to not cum untill he says it's okay. We stayed in a decent hotel that had a pool. But nothing fancy. It wasn't far from the gay area of the city. Mr. J worked long hours typically 10 am to 8 pm or so. Every night when he would come home he'd fuck me, and then a few hours later I'd have to blow him as a goodnight kiss sort of thing. During his work hours, and partly because I couldn't masturbate and was always horny. I'd look at filthy gay and tranny porn and read erotic stories. I ate almost nothing but protein and veggies and sometimes rice. I was losing a lot of my former jock life's muscle and I was slimming down gradually. Mr. Johnson said he wants me to not be muscular but toned and skinny. So I started going to the gym a few times a week and ran mostly with a little bit of muscle toning and a little tanning. One night after I was done at the gym and impulsively got a mani and a pedi. I also got my nails painted just for fun. Violet. When he got home and saw how I looked he tore into me and pounded me harder than he had in a long time. As I was on my back, ass up in the air as he held my legs he pulled is dick out to look at my pussy. He sucked a bit on my toes and said " You like looking like a bitch huh, I'm glad" He rammed his mass back down my hole. "I've been waiting for you to start acting more yourself. How about I give you a thousand bucks and tomorrow you go to Sal's and get yourself some sissy girl clothes" I replied eagerly "Yes sir!" He started really going at me and when he made sure he was all the way into the hilt he let out a loud groan and bred me so deep. The next day I went to this Sal's place thinking how am I going to tell the attendant I need woman's clothing and lingerie sized to me? It's going to be so embarrassing! Even in san fran! As I walked in a shorter middle age man who was flamboyantly dressed greets me. " Hi I'm looking to buy some clothes...." I stuttered a bit as I spoke. "OH! You must be Isabe!, Ryan Thomas sent you yes!?" He said with a lisp. Well actually my name is Ian but yes Ryan Thomas is my umm, er...." I stalled, not knowing what he actually officially was to me and just realizing it now. "He is your bull, and you are his faggot, and I was told to call you Isabel. And to refuse service to you if you didn't admit to that name being your own." He declared, suddenly forceful. I gave in, my face red and a couple women shoppers now noticing. "I-I'm Isabel, and I need you to help me look like a slutty lady for my man" Sal giggled. Very good my dear. Come this way.... We walked into a backroom and suddenly a cloth went over my face and it smelled funny. I woke up a while later trapped in some kind of sling. I was totally naked and I could see myself in the mirrors that covered the walls of the small windowless room. It was dimly lit with lamps enough that I could see quite well but it seemed to be for mood as I also smelled sweet perfume and felt some lubricant like substance in my ass. My feet were raised over my head and wide apart. My arms were suspended outwards from my torso. My back and head were supported with a thin hammock like thing that was part of the rest of the system of smooth ropes. I panicked. I looked at the wall facing my exposed bottom. My asshole looked so slutty. I keep it tight with clenching excersies but it loosens up so easily when it needs to. Right now I found it was puckering up uncontrollably. "Oh good you're awake" Sal entered the room through a door that was behind me. "What's going on here, I thought you were a friend of Mr. Thomas'!" I yelped. "Easy now dear Isabel. This has been arranged by your "Mr. Thomas". He feels bad he isn't home for you very much but regrets to tell you that he has grown tired of you... Now as I realized I was totally fucked. I still quite couldn't get over my own hornyness, ever since I had seen my own ass in the reflection. But still It was terrifying to hear about Mr. Thomas' apparent deception, I didn't know at that time if I believed him, I mean it could just be an S and M bondage type thing Mr. Thomas had set up or maybe he didn't. My mind was perplexed. "Just w-what exactly have you "arranged"". "Hahaha well a sight is worth more than a few words" He snapped his fingers. Two large men walked in the room and walked over to me, one stood near my cocked back head and the other positioned himself close to my exposed boy hole. Through all the reflections in the mirrors I saw them whip out their dicks. Each of them had large throbbing members. The gentlemen by my head was white, in his 30's or 40's, had good physique and had a thick brown hair crowned cock that was at least 8 inches cut. The stud between my legs was black and i couldn't make out where his dick ended but I saw where it began and it's girth was bigger than a soda can, even bigger than Mr. Johnson's. All of the sudden cock was shoved into my mouth and I eagerly accepted it. There was an odor to it, and I could tell this man hadn't showered in a day likely. The smell was intense, and made my head dizzy. The cock head was large enough to stretch my throat after it got that far. I loved the feeling of a man's penis taking up my whole mouth and using it as a pussy. He began humping my face. I had sucked Mr. Johnson so much that my mouth as almost as much an expert as my ass at taking cock. Speaking of which all the while the black dude was fondling my ass cheeks. He began working his fingers into my hole. As he did he spit on my asshole. Which was now puckered up and ready to go. He chuckled; "This kids a total slut!, I'm going to ruin this hole so bad he won't be able to go a day without a cock in there!" And with that he started working his huge cock into my ass. It was so massive and wide. But it was hard to think about the pain as my throat was being tormented by a man's member as well. I could feel it pulsating in my mouth. The dick going into my ass slowly glid up my rectum until it was fully entrenched within me. It wasn't as long as I thought it would be but the girth made my ass lips cringe and then suckle upon the cock's mass. Now he started humping me, not gently at all. He just went full boar immediately. Now I was fulfilling one of my greatest fantasies! To be double fucked in my mouth and ass like a real faggot! I was loving this. There was no fear anymore, I would eagerly accept whatever trials awaited me in this new life, presumably without Mr. Johnson. Thick white smelly semen filled my mouth while the man still fucked it. My asshole was now completely orgasming around the black stud's cock. "This ass is incredible, I'm about to cum already!" He said and he flooded my ass with his sperm. I was bred from head to butt. Little did I know it was about to get far worse. (or better)

i love morning piss... i like it when it really tastes like piss, not water. Also, there's something really hot about a man drinking beer and pissing in my mouth.

Week 3 When I woke Monday I went and picked up my check and had my blood drawn. The guy who drew the sample told me that I didn’t look all that good. I told him that when I woke up I wasn’t feeling all that well. He suggested that I go home and climb into bed for the day. After taking my check to the bank I did as he suggested and spent the next 3 days in bed. I woke Thursday starting to feel better and was grateful since I did not want to miss the next trial session Friday night. I headed to the testing, received my shot and got fucked like I had the previous two weeks. I saw the hottie and his roommate who double fucked me the week before. Half the night I spent with them tag teaming me, fucking and seeding my hole. After we were all done we exchanged numbers as the sun came up. Week 4 The week started like normal. I picked up my check and had my weekly blood draw when I was asked if I’d like to make some extra money this final week. I was interested in more money and asked how. I was told if I consented to spending the weekend getting multiple doses of the drug. The testing would start as early as I was available Friday and would last until Sunday. My interest was definitely peaked so I asked how much more could I earn? If I was available the entire time I could make $750. I could get an extra $250 if I was willing to try multiple forms of the drug. That made a total of $1000 I would make in addition to the $750. I couldn’t resist and agreed to the weekend testing. When I arrived Friday afternoon I prepared for a long weekend of sex. I was taken to the sling again and was prepped for my shot. I didn’t say a word as I laid there as the fixed tourniquets on both my arms. The shots were administered in both arm at the same time, but the tourniquets were removed one at a time. First the right one was pulled off and I felt the drug work into my chest as I coughed out and with no warning the left one was pulled off and I felt that hit me hard. As I lay there I began to hear a ringing in my ears and had a little trouble focusing as I felt something cool being inserted into my ass. I faintly recall someone saying that I was given a suppository that would slowly melt and ass to my high. My high, I thought this was a sex enhancement drug not a drug that gets a guy high. I was trying to comprehend what was being said but all I knew was that I needed to be fucked. It didn’t take long before I was starting to get fucked. One by one each guy began to fuck me as I began to feel a slight burn in my ass and felt the feeling of the drug begin to get stronger. As the weekend continued they kept giving me one form of the drug or another. At one point I was taken out of the sling and I was laid over a bed to allow my ass to rest. As I lay there and fed a nice cock to suck I felt a stinging on my low back. I had no clue what was going on. I was then put back in the sling where the fucking resumed. I guess that it was Sunday as I began to come around. I was no longer in the testing facility. I did not recognize where I was until I saw a guy with a towel over his shoulder that read “The Boys Club”. I knew this to be the local bath house near campus. I was trying to figure out how I was now at the local bath hose when I felt a slight sting on my low back. I got up and as I wondered around I found a key around my wrist. It had a number on it that I was told was a locker where I would find my clothes. As I pulled my underwear on I felt a sting as the waist band rested on my low back. I walked over to the mirror and looked to see a tattoo half hidden by the waist band of my underwear. I lowered the band so I could see the full tattoo to find that same strange symbol I saw on some many guys who fucked me over the 4 weeks of the trial. As I was looking at the tattoo a guy walked in and asked if I liked his work. He continued that they didn’t see many guys my age who bug chased and then celebrated testing poz with a biohazard tattoo.

And then Chad shows up. Chad is big, horny Greek dude in his late thirties; his boyfriend is a hot Latino. They're not offically "open" but they fuck around on each other constantly. They frequent the baths, but never together. Chad missed the show last time. And he's damned sure not to miss it tonight. He enters the room and wordlessly unwraps the towel from his waist, showing up a thick, veined monster cock the size of a forearm. Coach grins. "Oh, baby, Fuck yeah." Chad is something of a legend round these parts for being too big to fit through the glory holes. Even the slut bottoms fear Chad's monstercock. Georgie tried to ride him once, but only got a couple of inches in before giving up. Chad usually has to settle for jacking off unless he can find a freshly fisted guy on muscle relaxants or horse tranqualizers who's been opened up enough to take him. The boy can't see what he's in for, but he can feel Chad's meat as Chad positions himself between his spread out thighs and slaps it across his buttocks to warm bot of them up for the fucking ahead. Nothing his master done could have prepared him for the twelve-and-a-half inches of hell about to invade his rectum. He shudders in fear. The boy moans and grunts as Chad squeezes his daikon radish of a cock into the boy's hole. Though it's been opened up by a half-dozen willing cocks, nothing has prepared him for the invasion it is feeling from a cock as thick as a strong man's wrist and long enough to tickle his tits from the inside. The puckered sides of his asshole strain to accept Chad's swollen head. "Steady, Kyle," Coach says, the only word of encouragement he has offered the boy all night. Chad doesn't fuck around, he slides that monster in until his pubes touch the boy's ass. Kyle grimaces in agony, he's crying out now, mostly incoherent, but the phrase, "please fuck no" escapes his mouth more than once. For once, coach, probably aware of how much agony it is for a slender young twink to take a monstercock like Chad's doesn't admonish him to be quiet. When Chad makes his first thrust, the boy whimpers. "Just relax," Chad tells him. "I'm going to fuck you 'til I cum no matter what. There's nothing you can do about it. And it'll go a lot easier if you just relax and take it." To make his point, his next thrust is harder and deeper, he's obviously pushed through the second sphincter. He thrusts again, and Kyle doesn't know whether he's in agony or ecstasy, such is the mix of sensations flooding his brain. Chad goes easy on him for the first five minutes, thrusting in slowly and pulling out slowly as Kyle's chute learns to accept the length and breadth of the monster squeezing inside him. But after that, Chad picks up the pace, pulling his dick farther out on the downstroke, and pressing it in harder on the upstroke. Sometimes, he tries to squirm free, or raise his arms as though to push Chad away, but Chad just pushes them back down. After a while, Kyle just succumbs to the fucking he is getting, as though he has gone through the pain and come out the other side. He's breathing really hard, gritting his teeth, biting his lip against the severe thrusts Chad is throwing into him, but he gives up trying to escape. The jism from the other men has become a foamy coating on Chad's head and shaft as he fucks the kid. Everything that was in the kid's bowels is being churned together into one frothy mass by the action of Chad's monstercock. Chad's rhythm gets even faster and his breath starts coming in abbreviated gasps as his huge cock grinds in and out of Kyle's tortured hole. "Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck," he chants. "Fuck yeah. Oh fuck. Oh f-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-c-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k!" In mid-thrust, he shoots his load deep into Kyle's ravaged guts. His rhythm and motion diminish, his remaining thrusts grind his manload deep into the torn-up walls of the boy's rectum. 'Coach' himself has shot a load watching the onslaught on his boy's ass. His big meaty hand is coated with wads of slick white cum. "Oh, shit," coach says, catching his breath. "Whew." Chad slowly extracts his beast from inside as the boy whimpers softly. His cock makes a suction sound as he pulls his head from the boy's hole. Kyle's asshole is a wide gaping hole after the pounding it took from Chad; his eyes are wet and he's been crying. Underneath him, though, drops of white cum have spattered the floor. In the midst of his hard fucking, Kyle came, too. Chad picks up his towel from the floor and begins sponging off. "Fuck, that was great. Where do you find theses boys?" Chad asks. Coach looks at him like he is an idiot. "Within ten miles of this spot, there's a college, an army base, a rest area, and a prison for young offenders 18-21. It's like a gaddam hunting preserve." He winks. "You might say the Government sends me boys and I make men out of 'em." As he talks, he thrusts one of his rough, muscly hands into the crack between the boys ass cheeks and roughly works two then three fingers into has rectum, massaging in the loads the boy has taken earlier in the night and mixing his own with them. "Don't you dare make a sound," he orders Kyle. He scoops more cum from underneath the boy and shoves it in, mixing Kyle's cum in his ass with the cum of all the men who've fucked him. Chad wraps his towel around himself. "Every other month, me and some of the guys have a party. It's pretty exclusive, but if you're willing to bring some 'entertainment,' we'd love to have you. Interested?" Coach half-grinned. "I might be able to arrange something for ya."

Some weeks passed, and the brush cut master and his charge did not return to the baths; and they were missed. Those who were there told others of the amazing muscle ass laid out for them that night, taking in load after load without complaint, barely without acknowledgement. Leaving just as dawn was breaking, almost carried out by the 6'5" man they called 'Coach;' Cum leaking down his legs from under his lacrosse shorts. No one ever found out for sure whether the man was the coach and the boy his prize athlete. They settled on that because they needed a backstory when they explained it to the jealous bastards who hadn't been there. All they could say for sure was that the boy's name was Joey and he took loads all night, without ever once coming himself. Attendance at the bathhouse spiked in the days and weeks that follows, as others hoped for a chance to breed and seed that perfect jock ass; or maybe, a few just wanted to know what the real story was. And even though 'coach' hadn't fucked anyone himself that night, there were plenty of willing bottoms if he chose to come back; some of the young dudes hoping he'd lay their asses out and give 'em away to strangers. But as weeks went by, the regulars -- the guys who actually talk to each other -- began to think it had been a one-time thing; and the less-regulars thought the tale a legend the regulars had made up, or at least exaggerated, and they went back to fucking each other, and the occasional visitor, and the occasional drunk and desperately horny twenty-something, and the more-than- occasional tweaked out hustler that passed through. And then one night, Coach came back. With a brand new boy.

My attitude about whether and when a bottom cums while I'm fucking him depends on the situation. Generally speaking I like to see a bottom get hard and cum while fucking him with as little manual stimulation as possible. However, my bigger concern is the bottom's unloading ruining the overall fuck. If he wants to stop after cumming and I've got more fucking to do I'm gonna be pissed. So I usually work to avoid that and the bottom can deal with it from there as he wants

PART 4 I spread my hole for Beau -- my head buzzing, my nips tingling, my knocked-up butt radiating hunger and heat. He swaggered toward me, his eyes nothing but pitch-black pupils. He grinned and let out a low, menacing laugh, then walked right up to my hole and positioned the flared-out head of his raw cock against my neg cunt. I'd never felt such an intense need for dick. As he teased my butt, my head dropped back, my mouth dropped open, and I let out a guttural moan. My torn-up hole pulsed outward toward his dick, trying desperately to swallow it whole. "Listen to me, pig," Beau said, rubbing his cock along the edge of my cunt. "Are you listening?" "Fuck yeah, I'm listening," I said, looking him square in those black demon eyes. "This slammed-up cunt of yours? It's gonna take a deep injection of my virus. Then Jake and Beau will massage my infected cum into the walls of your little jockbutt by pounding you full of a few more poz loads. And do you know what happens then?" "No. What?" "We pimp you out. We've already put an ad on Craigslist saying that there's a poz-friendly bareback newbie with his ass in the air, waiting for loads. And just before those twisted pigs start showing up to add their virus to the mix, we're gonna slam you again. You want some more Tina in your veins, slampig?" "Fuck yeah, dude." "You love that slam, huh?" "It's fuckin' amazing. I love it." "You've got my poz blood running in your veins now. You want my poz dick, too?" "Please." "Please what?" "Please destroy my hole with your fat raw cock." "Yeah?" "Fuck yeah. Please make me your poz brother. Please." "You got it, pig." And with that, he shoved in. The curved thrust of Beau's dick burrowed past every natural defense I had -- the muscles in my butt gave way to this beautiful cock dripping a steady stream of virus. And as he fed my aching slam-hole with his twitching dick, I felt a total weightlessness in surrendering to this man: his taut stomach muscles, his square-jawed cockiness, his biceps expanding and contracting as he administered a hole-annihilating butt-fuck. My cunt belonged to this young stud, and the walls of my torn-up butt gave way to his dick like molten wax. If taking a gut-ful of his poz sperm meant that I would be a little more like him, then I wanted every infected drop. I don't know how long he pounded me -- it could have been five minutes or five hours. I just stared into his black eyes and rode the euphoria of the chemicals rushing through my bloodstream and the virus gathering in my guts. But finally, the pace of his fucking quickened, and he broke into a grin. "Here comes my poz load, pig. You want it?" "Fuck yeah, I want it. Poz me. Please fucking poz me." "How much virus do you want in your boybutt tonight?" "As much as I can take." "No, boy. Not as much as you can take. You're gonna get a whole lot more than that. I want your cute little jockbutt gushing with a heavy stream of infected seed. And you know what?" "What?" "I'm flooding your guts with my virus...right...fucking...NOW." My hole, hungry for cum, grabbed hold of his raw dick with a velvet grip, and he sprayed his seed across the torn-up walls of my butt. He stayed inside me for a minute or two, until his cock finally stopped twitching. Then he replaced his dick with three fingers. Then four. Then a thumb. Still staring deep into my eyes, he worked his fist inside my butt, using his wrist to massage his infected cum into my bloodstream. And so it went: Jake fucked me again. Then Trey. Then Jake and Beau double-fucked my torn-up butt. Later, as we started lining up strangers to fill my cumhole for the rest of a long night -- I took 19 loads in all -- Beau prepared a new bloodslam. It was bigger this time, he said. And with Jake's fat dick lodged inside my butt, Beau pushed that Tina into my vein once again, and once again I felt my hole radiate with chemical heat as I coughed. Meanwhile, Jake plunged his raw dick into my slampig cunt. "I'm proud of you, boy," he said. "And you know what?" "What?" "I'll be even prouder to call you my poz brother." With that, we kissed, deep and hard. He looked into my eyes, all pupils, dark with pure animal hunger. And then, as I gave him a little nod, and he gave me his wolfish grin, he blasted another load of virus deep into my guts. THE END

PART 2 [Above: My ass in December 2012, waiting for anonymous dick to deposit a fresh strain of POZ cum.] After showering, I returned to Jake and Trey's living room. They already had a third guy there -- a very handsome dude, a little younger than me, smoking the pipe while Trey sucked his fat dick. "Hey, boy," said Jake. "Meet Beau. I told him that we had a neg hole all hopped up on Tina, and he came right over. Let's just say that he's gonna play a very important role in your pozzing tonight. You wanna tell him why, Beau?" "Sure," said Beau, right after blowing out a giant cloud of white smoke. "Around this time last year, Jake and Trey pumped me full of their sweet poz strain, and I got knocked up with the bug I'd been craving. Since then, I haven't gone on any meds, and my viral load is pretty fuckin' high. I love sharing my virus with boys like you, and especially with boys not like you -- boys who think I'm a neg total top, and trust me to destroy their perfect neg fuckholes with my poison shaft." "Trey and I are on meds," Jake explained. "So we're practically shooting blanks. But Beau here, he can do some serious damage to your immune system. Tell me, then: do you want this stud to fuck you after Trey and I have wrecked your neg hole?" "Yes. I want his unmedicated poz load," I said. Beau smiled. "I think we've got a good boy on our hands." "We definitely have a good boy on our hands," Jake replied. Then he motioned me over to the couch. "Sit down here, boy. Spread your legs. We're going to do a few things to help your cunt get even hungrier." I eagerly walked over to the couch, the Tina still making my head buzz after those first few hits almost an hour before. Jake lit up the pipe, took a giant hit, and blew it in my mouth. Then he handed the pipe and the lighter to me. "Here boy -- I'll teach you. Hold the flame right under the T," he said to me. "See that smoke coming out the top? That's when you start your slow inhale. Slow. Keep it slow. No, keep inhaling. Don't stop. Good boy." They watched me take four giant hits. Then I handed the pipe to Trey and lay back on the couch, lifting my legs to expose my hungry jockhole. "Oh, that's pretty," Beau said, smiling. "I can't wait to destroy that thing." Meanwhile, Jake was dipping his finger into a small plastic bag. He applied a little lube to my hole -- again, those fingers brushing against my cunt drove me wild -- and then he shoved into me with the finger that had been in the bag. There was a sharp pain, followed by a sudden warmth as he roughly rubbed the inside of my hole. Then my cunt relaxed, opened up, and began eagerly swallowing up that finger, then two, then three, with no pain -- just total eagerness for this man to use my butt however he wanted. Jake laughed. "Thatta boy," he said. "Jesus. I can feel this pussy getting hungrier by the second." Then he stood up, his dick looking even bigger, its curve pointing to his steady stream of precum. "You want this poz dick, boy? It's so ready to invade your neg cunt." "Fuck yes," I replied. "Please. Please give me your poz cock. I want to be just like you. I want you to mark me. Infect me. Please, please, please poz me." "You want my strain? Beau here has my strain. You like my strain, Beau?" "Fuckin' A," Beau said. "I'm so proud to carry your strain, and pass it on to every boy I can seduce with T and breed full of my virus." Jake knelt down between my legs, placing the head of his dick against the entrance to my hole. "You feel that, boy? That's my poz cock," he said. "Feel it?" "Oh fuck yeah, I feel it," I replied, squirming with total hunger for this man to transform me into a poz dickpig. "This is the point of no return, buddy. Once I'm inside, you're getting pozzed. In fact, even if I don't shoot a big wad, I'll still be dripping my precum the whole time, lubing you up with my virus. You ready?" "Yes, I'm ready." "Ready for what?" "To get pozzed. To feel your poz dick in me. To beg for your poz cum." He smiled. "You're such a good fuckin' boy." Then his fat mushroom head squeezed into my throbbing, partied-up fuckhole, and I moaned from the sense of total freedom as I surrendered my defenseless cunt to this sexy, hairy, muscular man with the studcock primed to alter me forever. "Moaning like a bitch already," he said. "We'll have you whimpering before long. Just whimpering like a cum-starved poz pig boy with a hole dripping cum and maybe a little bit of blood. Because this cunt is getting wrecked, I promise you." That's when he shoved the rest of his fat dick inside me. My hole swallowed it eagerly, and even in my pain I smiled. I had surrendered. I had taken the step. I couldn't turn back. I belonged to him. "Feels like home, boy. You were made for this. This is what your hole was meant to do." "Yes," I moaned. "This is all I ever wanted. Thank you." "Don't thank me yet. Thank me when you've got a gut full of my poz DNA." He pushed my knees back to my shoulders, squatted so that his cock was positioned directly above my wide-open hole, and began pounding. Just pounding it. Owning it. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I could almost hear the delicate tissues in my fuckhole getting shredded with this man's cock. He didn't last long. As I watched his muscular chest flex with every thrust, and his abs tighten each time his shaft drove all the way inside me, I could hear his breath grow shorter, his body beginning to shake with an intense need to release. "Tell me what you want, boy," he said. "Tell me now." "I want your poz cum, you fucking stud. Poz me." "What was that?" "I said PLEASE FUCKING POZ ME. PLEASE. PLEASE." "Fuck you, faggot. You didn't. Ever. Have. A. CHOICE." At that, his whole body went into a powerful convulsion as he plunged his cock even deeper. The muscles in his stomach spasmed repeatedly, and he grunted and growled with each pulsation of his stud-dick as he emptied a ballsac full of poz sperm inside my neg guts. Beau laughed. "Congratulations, boy," he said to me. "You are now officially a pig. Hungry for more?" "Yes, please. Please more poz seed. Please." "That's good," Beau replied. "Because that wasn't really a choice, either. But first, you're going to do what a true bottom does, and clean off the cock that just pounded your guts full of sweet poz cum." At that moment, Jake pulled out, and his dick glistened with the deathseed he'd just injected into my hole. I eagerly scrambled to the ground and wrapped my mouth around it, slurping greedily to taste this man's toxic DNA and worship his perfect boy-wrecking dick. "Jesus, he's a good boy," said Jake. As I knelt on the ground, carefully cleaning off my man's dick, I felt something slightly prickly press against the inside of my warm, wet cumhole. "Just hold still," said Trey. "I'm just rubbing the inside of your cunt with a toothbrush. Brushing some of that poz jizz up inside you, giving you little abrasions so that you can welcome more poz spunk into your bloodstream." Hearing that, I arched my back to spread my hole a little wider, allowing the toothbrush to plunge deeper inside my cum-soaked cunt. Seeing that, Jake whistled. "Jesus," he said. "I'd say we've created a pig. And trust me when I say this: this night is going to get much, much wilder. Just wait to see what fuckin' nasty surprises we have waiting for you." I glanced over at Beau, who was busy at work under the desklamp. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but it looked like he was carefully measuring T into little vials. Jake grabbed my head, turned it back in his direction, and impaled my mouth on his beautiful giftgiving cock. "Don't worry about what's next," he said to me. "Just worship my poz cock like a grateful faggot who knows his place." "Thank you," I murmured, as I plunged my hungry mouth down on his poz dick over and over again, with blood and cum oozing out of my partied-up hole. MORE SOON...

So this week me and my poz daddy haven't been able to meet up but we are going to the glory holes together Friday night. Today I couldn't take it anymore I had to have some cum in my ass. I hopped on craigslist, a4a and found a 10 inch uncut poz cock. We talked for a while and I was soon on my way to his apartment. When I got there he opened the door in his leather gear lights was out and porn was playing. He led me to his playroom with a sling hanging on the stand put me in it and starts eating my hole. I hear a knock on the door and he comes back with 3 hot men. Now I get 4 hot cocks to breed my hole. They strip and all take turns eating my hole while I'm sucking cocks. The 10 inch mounts me and fucks me for a while and blows his poz load in my hole. The second guy looks to be in his 30s with a 8 inch cock he doesn't even lube just uses the cum that's running out my ass. He fucks for a while and when he is ready to cum bends over and says in my ear "take my nasty cum" damn that was hot! My third man was probably early 30s had 9 uncut for me he mounts and I notice the bio tat on his chest damn my 3rd poz load I'm in pig heaven getting fucked in the sling. I'm begging him to breed me and he does. My last cock isn't much to brag about but he is friends with the others so I let him fuck me. He doesn't last long which I'm happy about. He had probably 7 inches but quickly breed me as well. All in all I got out of the sling with cum running down my legs and my ass sore. I'm ready for more!

First try here at a story here... How pathetic is this: doing laundry on a Saturday night? Well, you snooze, you lose and I'd snoozed on laundry enough over the past week that now, I lost. Hopefully I could get it done quick and still find some fun later on. I took a load out of the dryer and shoveled a new one in. One more into the washer and I was done. I quickly peeked around to confirm I was alone and pulled off the shirt I was wearing to add it to the final wash. As I did, I looked at my chest and thought about how far I'd come. I had entered college at over 300 pounds. Now I cut 175. Back then, I couldn't get someone to fuck me if my life depended on it. After my multi-year transformation, I had what the fat kid always wanted: to be a sought after sex object. I glanced up my left arm and also got reminded of the other item that told me how far I'd come, a big plus sign. When you're chunky and no one desires you, you bend your morals to do whatever the other guy wants - to ensure you don't loose him. That 20-year old fat kid mentality won out even as a 24-year old hottie. If a guy said he wanted to go bare, I honestly believed I couldn't say no or I wouldn't get what I wanted; his approval and validation of me by his willingness to fuck. Now I'm a 26-year old jock who calls the shots a bit more carefully after pozzing up a year ago. My tat is in a place that isn't immediately visible, but with minimal effort, I can make sure someone knows the score so he can make an informed choice. As I stood there, looking at my progress, I heard the door jingle. I quickly scrambled to cover up as a college kid, who couldn't have been more than 19, walked in and dropped a bag of clothes by a washer. He went to the change machine and deposited a dollar, then walked to the soda machine. "Damn!" he cursed in frustration. "Something wrong?" I asked. "They upped the price. You don't have an extra quarter to spare, do you?" I counted out my change and rationalized I could spare one quarter to the cutie. It would give me a chance to see him a little closer up, even if only for a moment. I ambled over and flipped it his way. As he caught it, i noticed a plastic rainbow bracelet on his wrist...a fellow dick lover, perhaps some small talk was in order. "How's your night going?" Fuck! How old was I? Fifteen? Couldn't I come up with a better opening line than that? "It's good," he said flashing a smile, "Kinda boring though." "What would spice it up?" Again, horridly corny. "You taking your shirt off again." He'd seen me...and probably the tattoo. The boy took my hand and walked me behind the super capacity washers. He reached up on his tiptoes and kissed me softly. After breaking the kiss, he placed his hands just under the bottom of my shirt and slowly began to move his hands up my torso, taking the shirt up with it. The endeavor seemed to take forever until he finally pulled my shirt over my head. Avoiding my eyes and staring directly at my tattoo, he remarked, "There, that's much better," and sunk to his knees. I couldn't believe this was happening. Not complaining in any way, the boy fished-out my now hard seven inches and, as he began removing his own clothing, he began to work on me. Clearly experienced at what he was doing, the boy brought me to the edge three times before pulling off and laying on his back on the cold, dirty floor. "Do it," we're his only words as he raised his legs in the air. I reached for my jeans to get a rubber. "I fucking said do it! Put that cock in me now!" Clearly a bossy bottom boy. Not wanting to lose such a prized specimen, my old habits kicked in and I did as he asked, sliding my spit-slicked, bare dick into his hole. It was wrong, so wrong. I know he saw the tattoo, but did he know it's meaning? What my cum would do to him? Still I fucked away. "Rip me up inside, make it hurt, fucking pound that load in me!" Like a man possessed I increased my speed, increased the force of my thrusts, and after withdrawing, I let gravity do the work on the down stroke. "I'm close," I said, barely at a whisper. He smiled and in a much quieter tone, almost pleading, said, "Cum inside me." I could hold back no longer. Five days of pent up seed flooded his now ruined hole. I lay a minute on top of him before we were both shaken from our bliss by the dryer buzzer sounding that it was done. I withdrew, stood up and dressed in silence. He did the same. As he leaned up and kissed me goodbye, he reached under my sleeve and rubbed his hand over my tattoo several times then quickly scribbled his name and phone number on my palm. "Thank you," he said, "for everything." He picked up his bag of unwashed clothes and headed for the door. "Um, what about your laundry?" I asked. "It's cool," he said winking, "I got the load I came for."

Part 2. He held me down on the bed and sat on my chest I could not move, his cock just out of reach of my mouth. He said "It seems to me you let me fuck you raw without a lot of protest. You like getting fucked raw, don't you, bitch?" I didn't respond. Unperturbed he continued "I know bitches like you want it raw but are scared to admit it," grabbing his dick and started to squeeze it. A string of cum and precum oozed out. He told me to open my mouth and I complied. He smeared the pre-cum on my tongue asking "It tastes good, doesn't it, bitch? Does it taste special?" "It tastes great" I grunted in reply, but he retorted "That's not what I asked!" With that he flipped me over on my back. I could feel his cock in my crack, and he advised me he was going to "Really fuck you this time, open you up" and he would seed me again. Unceremoniously he began aggressively fingering my hole. He ordered me to start hitting the poppers as he was going to see how many fingers he could get into my ass. I could barely stand the pain associated with only two fingers, so the insertion of a third finger set my ass aflame. He didn't stop there, however, as he attempted a fourth. Fortunately that wasn't going to happen, and after fingering my hole for a few minutes he withdrew his fingers, aimed his rigid cock and slammed it in, remarking "Now your hole is ready for my next load." He lay on top of me with all his weight. I really could do nothing but take it. As he pounded away he said "I come up from Atlanta at least once a month and every time I do I find some bitch like you and I do the same thing. All you little fags like it raw but are scared to take it. You're scared to ask for it. Well after today you should take all the raw cock you can." He keep fucking me as hard as he could. By this point the poppers were not helping much. "Yeah I come up here seed some young bitch's hole and make a man out of him. Are you ready to be a man? You ready to join the stable of bitches I've already breed?" I just moaned. I was in to much pain - and pleasure - to give a complicated reply, so I replied "Yes, make me a man." He gave a short barking laugh saying, "I already made you a man the first time I came in you. Now I wanna make you mine. You ever been fucked by a poz guy?" I grunted "I'm not sure" that "I think a few guys I played with were poz lied to me." He asked how many poz loads have I taken? Again I told him "I don't really know." Then he asked "Would you ever beg for a poz guy to cum in you?" I said "I'm not sure." With that he lay down on me, really holding me down and said "What if I told you I'm poz and I already came in you once? Would you beg for me to cum in you again? I'm about to cum and I want to hear you beg for me to cum in your ass!" I didn't know what to do. I was so fucking turned on the words just rolled out of my mouth, "Please cum in me!" As soon as the words left my mouth he began to moan loudly and yell "Take that seed, you bitch" as his cum shot into my ass. He lay on my back for a couple of minutes, not saying anything. Then, with his usual finesse he pushed himself up, his cock popping out of my ass like a champagne cork. He rose to his feet and ordered me to "Go get cleaned-up and join your friends." I complied, took a welcome shower and dressed. What had happened? Had I been breed by a poz guy or a verbal guy who likes to talk really dirty? He never actually said he was poz. His question had been "What if I told you I'm poz...." I kept running over the possibilities the whole time I was in the bathroom, and couldn't reach a conclusion. When I stepped out of the bathroom he was all dressed like he was about to go out again. Turning to me, he asked me if I enjoyed getting fucked. I told him I did and it was a great experience. I screwed-up my courage and asked "Are you actually poz or just very verbal?" He looked at me and handed me a slip of paper on which his phone number was printed. He said he would be back in about a month, and I should call him if I wanted my ass worked over again. I remarked his reply didn't answer my question. He looked at me and said simply "If you are prepared to fuck bareback, you shouldn't ask questions like that. You enjoyed it, you had a great time, and you let the chips fall where they may" adding "You know why every time I come into town I have bitches like you lining up to ride this cock? It's because I don't tell them and I keep them guessing." With that he bade me good night repeated his invitation to call him in a few weeks if I wanted to meet up again. I walked back down to the bar to meet my friends, thinking en route he was right. All I could think about was the opportunity to meet-up on his next trip to Atlanta and to get fucked yet another time.

It's a bit too early for that infection to be cause d by you, I think.