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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

[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...

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…

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.

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.

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.

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.

I really don't want to infect anyone.The first year of being poz was horrible .. getting used to the meds and all. It was about 11 months of constant discomfort and recurring insomnia. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. Now, I've gotten used to it; and I rarely think about my status .. until I wanna hookup. :-/ So, when Dylan answered my CL ad, I made sure to let him know that I was poz. His response wasn't surprising. "Oh sorry man. I don't think I can sleep with a poz guy. Take care." I was a little disappointed, to be honest because his picture was beyond cute - a petite and innocent look about him. His green eyes were hard to get out of my head. But, I moved on. It was nearly a month later when he e-mailed me and said he wanted to meet after all -- and that he "might be open" to doing some stuff if we hit it off. I tried to reduce the stress and offered to meet him with the understanding that we wouldn't do anything at all - just get to know each other. He agreed. I don't like to show up at someone's place empty handed .. even though we agreed to just play X-box and talk. A bottle of wine always seems like a way to ease into getting to know someone. I nearly lost my breath when he opened the door. He was even more attractive in real life. His green eyes lit up as he answered the door. And a slight smile followed. I think he liked what he saw too. We made small talk as we sat in the living room. He went to the local community college; and I talked about my worries about finishing my master's degree. We laughed a lot. And we were about 3/4 way through the bottle of wine, there wasn't a hint of discomfort. We played some X-box; and I could tell he was inching over towards me. An hour later, I was still surprised that things progressed so well. We were in his bed. We made out for what felt like an eternity. I had to advance our activities. The tension was killing me. We explored each other's bodies as much as we could with our clothes on. Almost in sync, we pulled off our shirts and our pants. "Wow . you're hott!" he said, "I mean .. you feel very hott," he clarified. I didn't realize that the head of my cock had popped out the top of my briefs as it usually does when I'm hard. He felt my tip against his smooth stomach; and then he felt down to it. "You feel so big," he said with a hint of trepidation; but Dylan tugged on my shaft with urgency. I helped him get a good grip by slipping off my briefs and he explored all of my 8.5 with his warm hand. His moved his hands to my abs. And I thought he was going to change his mind. He was actually just adjusting his position; and next thing I know, he's trying to wrap his mouth around the top of my cock. "It's so big," he conceded as he attempted to get further down my shaft. I reached down and grabbed at the bulge in his briefs, finally fishing out his skinny boy-like dick. I didn't mind at all. I never was a size-queen - although it was clear that Dylan favored a big one. "I don't usually do this on a first date," he said somewhat sheepishly. But, he immediately went back to trying to inhale my now-throbbing pole. We were both lost in the moment; and for the first time, I forgot about my status while with someone. Moments later, I'm sliding a wet finger in and out of his hole; then it's two fingers. He's still sucking on my like it's the last cock he'll ever have. He wasn't about to let it go. But, all of his wonderful tongue work and wet slurping was too much. Call it instinct, or whatever. But, in just a couple of seconds, I have him readjusted on his back and his legs up in the air moving my rod close to his hole. He seemed to come back to reality for a moment, "I don't know if we should do this." Honestly, I was too horned up think clearly. I just moved my cock against his hole and rest it there for a moment. I felt obliged to ask again, though. Somehow, I knew I needed to ask if I could proceed, even though I was far from rational though. "Do you want it?" I asked. And his vague response was all I needed. "I don't know," he answered as he pushed his body down to put pressure on the head of my dick. I can't believe how quickly everything happened after that. Within seconds, I'm inside him and he's bucking his hips, as if begging me for more. And then I realized that he must have pre-lubed because he was taking it very well. He grunted and moaned. And I didn't ease it in as I might otherwise do. I could tell he could handle it by the initial reception. So, within moments, I am balls-deep inside him thrusting with long strokes. "You like that?" I ask. And inbetween pants, he replied, "umm .. I don't know." His words said one thing to me, but his body was saying something else. "Do you want me to stop?" I tried to clarify, still invading his hole with deep strokes. "Fuck .. I don't know." I gave him an especially forceful jab to test my limits. "Fuck!" was his only reply verbally. His non-verbal reply was his fingers digging into my back and pulling me in tighter. I was on the brink of exploding and thought I should give him one last chance to stop, "I'm about to cum. Should I stop?" "I don't know .." he replied .. as he continued to pant and grunt with each thrust. "If I don't pull out, I'm going to cum soon. Do you want me to pull out?" I asked one more time. "I don't know ... " was his reply once again. I could see his body wriggling with ecstasy. He seemed close. As I watched him writhing with pleasure, I found myself losing control. "Well I know!" I found myself shouting back at him. I can't believe I did this .. but I was out of control. I jack-hammered his hole as fast and deep as I could for a few seconds and then found myself unloading deep inside him. He came just a fraction of a second after I felt my last spurt deposit inside him. His jizz was a messy fountain going in almost every direction as he jerked his skinny rod forcefully. Slowly, we both came to our senses. I realized what I did. And I was waiting for him to yell at me or kick me out. We layed there in silence for a a couple of minutes, catching our breath. "That was incredible," he whispered. And suddenly, I felt no more guilt.

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'm still new to bareback, so this is not something I have ever done bareback with an anonymous guy. I went out for drinks with some friends and hit it off with a really hot guy who was in town on business. He invited me to his room for a quickie. I honestly thought I was only going to suck him off, since that was what we were talking about while in the lounge. He was a very hot daddy type, 6'3" about 220 black man. After talking for a while he told me he was leaving the next day back home and would love to cum all over my face that night. He was staying in the same hotel where the bar was located. He gave me his room number told me to head up in about five minutes, that he would be waiting for me. After a few minutes I told my friends I would be back, that I was running to another hotel party down the street. As I walked to his room I was super excited. When I got to his door I knocked and he opened the door wearing a bath robe which was open in the front and I got a peak at his very thick cock. My mouth was wet thinking about sucking it. He sat in a chair opened his legs and said "Start milking my cock." I am a very good cock sucker and was on my knees in a flash. As I sucked his cock he was very verbal saying how good it felt, remarking that I was a good cock sucker, and asking me how his precum tasted. He was really dripping precum like water so I could earnestly grunt his precum was delicious. He then reached in his pocket and said "I hope you like poppers because I like my boys really poppered-up." I love poppers, so I told him I would try them. He told me he would feed them to me 'till he was ready to give me the bottle. I don't know what brand poppers they were but they were super strong. After a few huffs I was super horny and really going to town on his cock. I could taste so much precum that I wasn't sure if he had cum so I asked him and he replies "No, it's very hard for me to cum just getting sucked off" continuing by adding "I'll probably have to cum by jerking off or by fucking." Meanwhile, as I continued sucking him, he kept feeding me poppers. Then he changed the pace, saying he wanted to eat my ass. He bent me over and handed me the poppers and told me to huff only when he gave the order. When he started to eat my ass I started to shake. His tongue was amazing. He continued eating my ass and asked "Why's your hole so tight?" I replied I had not been fucked in several weeks and my ass tightened-up after only a few days of inactivity. He commented "If I knew you were this tight I would have been fucking you the moment you walked in the door." Then he told me to take a hit of poppers adding that I was about to get fucked. I looked behind me as he stood up and placed his cock in between my ass cheeks. I could see the string of precum coming out of the head of his dick and running down my crack to my hole. He started running his dick up and down my ass stopping at my hole to tease it and maybe lube it. Then he reached over to a drawer and grabbed a condom. I was inwardly pleased and unhappy at the same time. He said "I know you boys around here don't like to fuck like real men. I'll try my best with this on." I was fine with him using a condom and didn't say anything. I have been fucked bareback many times since I started playing raw, but I didn't know this guy at all so it seemed prudent to be somewhat cautious. For that matter, we had not even discussed his status. As he started pushing into my hole I could not believe the pain. I don't know if it was the friction from the condom, or his over all-thickness and length, but the pain was excruciating, and initially he didn't make much progress in breaching my ass. Still, after a lot of lube and slowly working at it, he finally was all the way inside me. I had not taken a hot of poppers because he had not told me to but I really could have used them. In any event, he lay on my back fucked me in that position for a while and then commented "I don't even know how you guys enjoy getting fucked like this." I asked him what he meant. He replied "This combination of this position and rubbers really sucks" and then he withdrew from my ass, and ordered me to roll over as he wanted me on my back, that he was really gonna fuck me "Man Style." I rolled over on to my back, positioned my feet against his chest, and again he started teasing my ass with the head of his cock. He then said "Take a hit of poppers and don't stop 'till I tell you to." I started taking long hits and going into overdrive as he continued teasing my ass. Then he said "Take one more deep hit" and just as I started huffing he pushed his way all the way in. I let out a cry. He held my head down in the pillow and said, "Now you gonna see how I really fuck." I was in some serious pain but was not gonna give it up. I knew my ass would get used to it shortly. He was just so deep in me I could feel him in my second hole. He became very verbal, asking "How does that feel" and "You like that?" I grunted "Fuck yeah" and "Great." He commented "This is 'man style' fucking. You know what that means?" to which I replied "Not really." He replied "It means 'natural skin to skin." With that I realized he had removed the condom and he was fucking me raw. He said, "It's your call. I can stop now or keep going." As he held me down and kept fucking my ass, I was torn between the pleasure, and prudence. I love bareback, but I still try to be safe. Not only was I inwardly conflicted, he could see my indecision, and so naturally he took the choice out of my hands. He pushed his weight down on my ass until we were face-to-face, and further he ordered me to "Keep huffing" as he relentlessly fucked me. He then said, "I don't care what you say - you are getting my nut." My instincts took over and I grunted "I think you should stop" but he replied "I'll stop when I'm done." He told me to take another hit of poppers. At this point he had already been fucking me bareback for thirty minutes. Knowing the amount of precum he was dripping, I knew a lot of his cum was already in my body. Still, I could not stop thinking 'I shouldn't be doing this, I should stop before he really cums in me. What if he's POZ?' All these thoughts were running through my head, yet at the same time I was unbelievably horny. In fact, without even having touched my cock, I was about to cum. He started to pick up the pace I knew he was getting close to cumming, and so I wasn't surprised when he grunted "I haven't cum in six days I'm gonna flood your ass good," continuing by adding "I'm gonna own that ass kid. You have no idea. I'm gonna breed you with my seed, bitch." I turned my face and managed to ask "You neg?" He kept fucking and ignored my question. Then he let out a load moan, "Take it boy. I'm making you a man. Take it bitch." I could feel my ass being filled-up with his warm cum. Yeah, I know everyone says the top blew a gigantic load of cum, but in this case it's true: he came an enormous amount. Honestly, the number of times I felt his cock spasm was amazing. He lay all his weight on me and said "I'm gonna hold my dick in you for a while." After a few seconds when I had collected my thoughts I repeated my question "Are you neg?" He looked at me and answered "Don't you think its a little late to ask that?" He looked at me and added "Anyhow, it doesn't matter now. We've already fucked and I just nutted in your ass. It is what it is. Don't worry about shit like that." Then he remarked "What you should worry about is cleaning my dick with your mouth" and with that he withdrew his cock from my ass, and stood-up, shoving himself into my mouth. I could taste all the juices on his cock - and yes, I enjoyed every minute of it. I told him I need to get up and take a shower and get back to my friends. He laughed "I didn't say I was done, bitch!" With that I realized his cock was still rock hard. He told me to bend over saying "I have a couple more nuts for that ass. I'm gonna make sure you are full when you leave." He quickly grabbed me and held me down again. "When I'm done with you, I want to make sure you never have to use a condom again." Part 2 - soon

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......

So ive noticed alot of websites and hookup sites now feature guys on PREP and use is increasing daily; i figured we could all give input as to how much sex and less fear, or side effects we have experienced since going on the meds mine input goes as follows: More BB sex as a top Less stress and fear of converting Still unsure about bottoming Swallowing more loads (was fearful of that before also) Not too concerned about status; but discuss it depending on situation Most guys dont even care if im on PREP or not; they just want a load. I do howerer find myelf worried about other STI's but i figure i can deal with those. My favorite part of the whole experience is being sexually fear free for the first time in 10 years! No side effects so far...any one else interested in input let us know

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.

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...?

Great writing. I know that corner of Steamworks and I love the suspense you created with lights on and then off. Hope you'll write more

Anyone that barebacked with me.

I love the bench (hint). But anybody who knows me knows that already.

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.

Scott O'Hara is a legend.

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....

I never thought I'd be the guy who takes random guys' bare cocks and their cum. I thought I'd be a safe sex, monogamous bottom forever. Not so much. LOL. I met Justin on a4a. I was actually looking for guys to go on dates with and he was a negative top who didn't have anything picked when it came to safe sex/anything goes. He was sexy, 5'10", brown, brown, and had a slim body. He also had a 7.5" fat cock. We chatted on a4a and he seemed pretty cool and smart. We set up a date and met up for dinner and drinks. We really hit it off and we went for another drink after dinner. I was feeling the booze and didn't eat much at dinner, so when we got to talking about sex I told him he could fuck me bareback if he wanted. He said fuck yeah he wanted to fuck me bareback. We left the bar, went to my place and he fucked me bareback and came in my ass. Justin and I didn't work out as boyfriends because he drank and partied too much for me, but we did fuck a lot. He became my first real fuck buddy. He'd come over and I'd ride his cock, he'd fuck me on my back, doggie, bent over a table, every way possible. I liked being on my back the most with Justin because when he fucked me you could see his flat stomach flex it's abs. It was so hot to watch him fuck me. We stopped seeing each other as fuck buddies once he got a boyfriend, but we remained friends. I dated and fucked around, still looking for that elusive hot top boyfriend, and Justin always asked about my sex life when we'd hang out together. He loved hearing about me taking loads from guys I met at bars and online. I told him everything. Justin and his boyfriend lasted about a year. As soon as they broke up, he was over at my place riding my ass and breeding me. We were in bed after a hot fuck and he asked if I had any fantasies. I told him that I wanted to get fucked bareback in public and have the guys around know I was getting fucked bareback. He said "That's hot, especially since you are so preppy and clean cut that most guys would probably be shocked to know what a cum dump you are." We got so turned on that he turned me face down and slid his hard cock inside me again and fucked me. A few weeks later, I ran into Justin at a bar in his neighborhood while I was out with a few guys I knew (but not well). These guys and I had all just been at a mutual friend's party and had some drinks, so we were feeling good. Justin was drunk, but not sloppy yet. As we all hung out and drank the guys were all hitting on me and Justin and buying us drinks. We were having a good time and when the bar closed we decided to go to another, sleazier bar up the street. Justin loves this place. It's pretty big upstairs, three bars and there is a sex room downstairs. I'd only been down there once and only to see what it was like. It's the kind of sex room where you have to take your shirt off to get inside but it's clean and just feels like a sterile bathroom when you are in it. By this time, it's pretty late and since this bar is one of the only ones still open it is getting a decent crowd. Justin and I are making out by this point and his hands are all over my ass and down the back of my pants. The other guys we are with can see all of this and one of them, Rob, said, "I knew you were a bottom. You're so hot. I really want to get my cock in you." "Maybe another time," I replied, explaining "I'm going home with Justin tonight." We all danced and drank a round or two of shots. Justin said, "Let's go downstairs. You rubbing your ass on my cock has me really horny." I hesitated. Justin said, "Come on. We can play out your fantasy." I immediately got hard. I asked if he was sure and he just took my hand and down the stairs we went. I took off my polo and Justin took off his tee shirt at the door to the room. As soon as we got in the room, I opened his jeans and took out his hot cock(no underwear and he was wearing a cock ring). He pushed me against the wall and we made out and I stroked his cock. He pushed me to my knees and I sucked his cock. He loves blowing loads in my mouth, but tonight he was going to fuck me and I needed to get him pretty wet. I was sucking him and we started to get a small group of guys watching us. Some older, some chubbier, some hot; but all watching me suck Justin's hot cock. Justin pulled me up and turned me around. I undid my jeans and slid them off my ass showing off my jock strap. (There are condoms and lube packets all over this bar). Justin opened a lube packet and lubed his cock and my asshole. I heard one of the guys say, "I think they are going to fuck bareback." Justin said, "If he wants to, we can." I reached back and slipped his cock in my ass. I winced and had to get used to it, but I was ready for his fuck pretty quickly. Justin asked if I liked his cock. I moaned that I did. He said, "You like getting fucked bareback don't you?" "Yeah," I replied. Justin repeated his question to me several times, insisting I repeat myself, and expressly say much I liked getting bare cock in my ass. The guys watching us were getting really turned on. I couldn't see them all, but I could see that a few were stoking their cocks and others were starting to make out. Justin fucked me against the wall like that for a while. He stopped and told me to take off my jeans so he could spread my legs more. I was nervous about this but I did it. I was now in my jockstrap and Converse shoes. I leaned back against the wall and spread my legs. Justin slid his cock back in my ass and started pounding my ass. He made me say again that I loved getting fucked bareback. Then Justin said, "I'm going to cum in you bitch." I said, "Please cum in my ass. Don't pull out." He rammed his cock home inside me and groaned filling me up with his cum. I hadn't cum yet and was really horny. Rob, one of the guys we'd been hanging out with all night, came up and said "That was fucking hot. Can I fuck him too?" Justin said, "Sure. I don't own him." Justin slipped his cock out of me, made sure I was cool with it, and stood next to me and kissed me. I made out with Justin as Rob ran his cock over my ass crack. He opened a lube packet and spread the lube on his cock. He said, "Since I know how much you like getting fucked bareback I guess I don't need a condom." "No, you don't," I replied as his cock slipped in my ass. Now, his cock wasn't as thick or long as Justin's but still it felt good, especially as while Rob was fucking me, Justin and another bystander began making out, which made the experience all the more of a turn-on. Rob pushed me over some and pulled my ass out more and started pulling his cock all the way out and slamming it back in. I was loving it and moaning. Rob started speeding up and he said, "You want my cum, don't you?" "Yes," I replied, but like Justin, Rob insisted I repeat my 'yes' several times, so I did, over and over, louder each time, and by the Rob shot his load in my ass I was all but shouting. Then he unceremoniously withdrew. I still hadn't cum, but I was loved getting fucked. I looked around hoping to see Justin but instead saw another guy, probably in his late 40s. He had stepped behind me, and had positioned his cock at my hole. I didn't know him, but that didn't matter. Rather I compulsively I pushed back on his cock and the head popped in. I knew he was in me bareback. He just started fucking me, grunting as he did "You're one fuckin' hot slut - my cock loves your hole." Then he leaned forward, pulled my face to the side, and kissed me, sliding his tongue as deep into my mouth as we could manage. I sucked on his tongue, thinking of it as a very muscular cock as he kept fucking my ass. I found myself moaning into his mouth as he paused and muttered "I'm going to cum." "Blow inside my ass," I replied. Slapping my ass cheeks, he did just that, giving me every drop of his load. A bystander asked if we knew each other, and the top replied as he withdrew from my ass "No, but thanks, slut. That was good." Another guy stepped up and his bare cock slipped inside my ass. He came in me too. Then another cock and another cock. Then I heard a familiar voice. I looked back and it was one of the summer interns from the firm. He said, "Fucking hot ass man. I wanted to fuck you all last summer. Now you're going to take my poz cock." I don't even remember this intern's name, but he slipped his bare poz cock in my cum filled ass and fucked me silly. This guy was really hot and he really knew how to fuck. He must've fucked me for 20 minutes. It was starting to hurt a bit and he reached around and started jerking my cock. He said, "For such a slutty bottom you have a great fat cock." He jerked me and fucked me. Just as he was cumming in my ass, Justin showed up and asked if I was okay. As the intern semi-collapsed on my back, his sweaty chest leaving me soaked, I replied "Yeah, I'm absolutely fine." Justin got on his knees and started giving me head. I blew my load with the intern's cock still inside me. He said, "Holy crap you just totally worked my cock when you came." He asked if I wanted another load from him. I said sure and he fucked me pretty fast and gave me another load. Justin then pulled me off his cock, turned me around and kissed me. "Did you get what you wanted? Was the experience as hot as your fantasy?" Justin asked. "If possible, it was even more so," I replied. Then Justin and I dressed and left, taking the intern in tow, the three of us going back to my place. The three of us fucked all night and most of the next day, eventually passing out in my bed. It was a really hot night. I really am a cumdump now. I love it. The end.

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.

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

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."

That pale blond but is so round and perfect it has to be admired and appreciated before it's violated. It's not as smooth as it looks from further back in the dim yellow light of the room. There is a fine coating of peach fuzz all around the boy's cheeks, and it goes down his thighs and to his calves. He is one of those smooth on top hairy on the bottom boys. Or maybe coach has shaved him. No, the skin of his back is too naturally smooth to the touch. His shoulder blades cut little chicken-wing shapes into the skin below his shoulders, rising and falling with his breaths. Squirting a little gun lube and slathering up the dick for the raw fuck, taking a look at the boy's bound hands. They are the hands of a young working class man, rough on the palms, rough nails; coupled with the light scruff of beard on his chin, he has the looks of those white blue collar boys in jeans and work boots and fluorescent vests you run into at the convenience store at 6 in the morning on the way to their highway/construction/landscaping jobs their dad's buddies set him up with. How did he come to end up on coach's fuck bench, trussed up like an animal after the hunt. Did he know, when he woke up this morning, that he would be offering up his ass to strangers' cocks in a seedy bathhouse? How had 'Coach' groomed him for this? His asshole is warm and slick with cum, lube, and saliva as your cock slides into him. The boy must be getting a little raw at this point; he flinches when your cock finds its way inside. The head guides the way in, like the way is familiar. The shaft follows until its length and thickness is swallowed up and the root touches the edge of his hole. Shit, it feels good, even fucked four times already it's still giving up a stimulating amount of resistance; so hot and warm. Doesn't take long to find a rhythm in the fine ass that's been offered, feeling like a god indulging the sex offering that's been laid out on an altar; a young body sacrificed to cock on an altar of lust. The thought of it, fucking this kid who you could have passed on the street a day ago, in jeans and workboots; now naked underneath you, his ass and body just taking your cock. While you're fucking him, he belongs to you, his body is yours; his ass exists to gratify your cock. Fuck, wouldn't it be hot if his buddies on the work crew saw him laid out like this, taking men's cocks in a dark sweaty room; taking loads without question. Fuck, how many of them would be repulsed by this scene. (And how many turned on.) Breathing heavily, you continue to thrust in and out of his warm, delicious hole. Your experience head rush as your orgasm begins to build. All too soon the ride is over. An intense orgasm builds, beginning in the balls and then pushing into the cock for delivery, like the thick load of semen is too much for the urethra to take, it explodes warm and wet into the boy's blond dickhole, coating his insides with a sixth strain of DNA. A few more grinds to make sure all the semen inside the kid is well-mixed, and then a slow easy pullout from his hole, which has begun to develop a swollen pucker around its perimeter. Good as it is, it ain't Joey's ass. Then again, the sequel's never as good as the original. Almost as soon as you finish, an tall skinny twink in a baseball cap takes your place. He's skinny and smooth, but generously hung, and he slides his big fat cock into the wet hole and gives the blond boy his next pounding of the night. He doesn't last very long though, and quickly shoots the boy his seventh load of the night. He holds his cock inside after he cums to make sure every drop ends up in that ass.

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

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.

I had alway done bareback, right from the my first gay sexual encounter. I knew the so called risks of unprotected sex, but never really thought that the type I went for were anything other than perfectly clean! Which when you consider the fact that all my sexual encounters were one nighters with guys I had met at the local gay club, isn't an entirely sound train of thought. Well, after a while I had joined various websites, and met a guy online, he always professed to be neg, and said he was regularly tested and asked loads of questions about my status. He told me that before we could meet that I had to refrain from sex for 3 months and then get a full test for any unwanted std's and he said that in return he would fulfil my fantasy of gang rape play. The 3 months were like hell and I was so horny. But I did what I was told. I was absolutely convinced that this would not only be an experience of a lifetime but that the guy organising it was thorough about ensuring that all people involved were free from not only HIV but all STDs. When the day came I went to the address I had been given. It was a run down somewhat derelict building, which immediately put me off, buy reluctantly approached the building! As I walked up the door opened and the guy at the door was not quite what I expected. Before me was a tall guy, mid-40's and a bit of a gut on him (his profile showed him as being mid 30's and a somewhat toned Adonis. I was never one to back out, of things so walked into the building and he closed the door and locked it with what looked like a new padlock! Leading me through to one of the rooms he asked me if I was definitely neg and whether I had indeed followed orders, which I had! Looking pleased with himself he said "let the fantasy begin. The room was quite dark, no natural light, and all I could see was a sling in the corner. I soon became aware that we weren't alone in the room, as I listened closer I could hear the sound of breathing coming from various corners of the room. Suddenly a hand grabbed me from behind and firmly covered my mouth. Slowly I could see shaddows appear from the darkness. 11 men in masks of various shapes and sizes came towards me and within no time is was gagged, and strapped into a sling.* I heard one of them say "you've outdone yourself this time! Nice young fresh neg meet to breed with our toxic loads". At the time I was 19, and suddenly realising how trusting I have been. Realising what the guy was talking about when he said toxic, I began to struggle frantically, I was neg, and wanted to stay that way, and I had not had sex in months so was tight and my hole wad bound to tear from the approaching onslaught of 11 men. "there's nothing you can do now, you little pig, you our neg cum dump now, and we all need a nice tight neg hole to lay our toxic poz seed, and I'm the lucky bastard that gets the break you in" The guy was 5'9" and was very muscular, I looked down to his cock and saw what must have been 9.5" of thick meat! I began to panic, the guys had not spent any time preparing my hole, and I was tight, the guy stepped up, spat on his cock, spread my cheeks then forced his cock in with one forceful action, my hole felt like it was torn in two, and this guy was taking no prisoner, one of the other guys took off my gag, but before I had the chance to scream a cock was shoved in my mouth, and began to piss. I thought I was going to die, my hole was being plowed without lubrication by an extremely large cock, and I was about to drown on another guys urine. I wanted to gag, but the only way to survive was going to be to swallow. I know I wanted rape play, but this was a bit too extreme! The guy ploughing my hole pulled out and came round to my head. His cock was covered in what appeared to be masses of blood, and a trickle of blood could be seen making it's way down his leg, my hole was bleeding ( and the words sore didn't cut it ). "clean you blood and shit off my cock you dirty fucking cunt!" out of fear I followed orders, and as I began to clean off his cock another guy ploughed into my hole. As of yet I hadn't taken a load, but it seemed like these guys wanted to ensure my hole was torn to shreds first! They each took turns, being rough with my hole, I swallowed a fair bit more piss, and even had a few guys piss up my hole! "Your hole is in shreds boy! You know what that means? That means you're gonna get pozzed today boy! And each of us have our own strains of HIV and full blown Aids to add to your blood stream!" By this point I was pretty much out of it, trying to block out what was happening in order to survive the ordeal! So I just lay there and stopped struggling, while one by one they ploughed their seed deep in my hole! I was being bred by 11 poz tops and I didn't care! I soon lost all track of what was going on, and when I eventually came back to reality, I was alone, and on my own still strapped in the sling with a combination of blood and cum leaking from my hole! I struggled and eventually managed to force my way out of the straps. I quickly got dressed and ran out o the building. I never discussed what happened with anyone, and when I tried to speak to the guy online, he didn't respond. Time went by and I went for a test, result Neg! I thought I'd have been releaved, but a small amount of disappointment filled me! Were the guys really poz, or was it just part of the rape play fantasy?