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That early morning meeting with Paul did not go well at all. I had managed to find a liquor store just before closing and bought a six pack of Paul's favorite imported ale. In the long run I ended up drinking it. He arrived at my place about ten minutes after I got home and his first question was did I have fun? It went downhill from there. I told him about the previous party and the results of the second HIV kit. He went quiet. After sometime, he finally asked me why I went back and stayed once I knew that one of the tops was positive. He didn't like the answer at all. I finished the second half of his beer after he stormed out. Then, being early Saturday morning, I finished the other five. A pretty good night except for that one bump in the road. Tuesday afternoon I got a phone call from the clinic telling me my test results were back. I asked about them but they told me that I would have to speak to the doctor. I was annoyed but made another appointment and made arrangements. I had forced myself to be ready for the announcement but it was hard to keep my calm. I'm normally an optimistic person but I had already been led to believe something life altering and simply expected this news to be the same. To say that I was stunned simply doesn't begin to cover it. My clinic tests had come back negative, that I hadn't been infected. I was told that simply because these tests hadn't shown any signs of infection didn't mean that much, especially if I continued having unprotected sex. The phrase, 'unprotected sex, my multiply bare fucked ass!,' ran through my mind and, thankfully stopped there. I understood the doctor's concern but it meant little to me. I loved being fucked and loaded. I was a full-fledged cum-dump junkie now. Who they are, what they do other than my ass didn't concern me. All I want from them is a good fucking and their cum inside me. The following month was far too dry. No word from Paul so I felt he had abandoned me before finding out I wasn't positive. I had messaged and left voice mails after the visit to the clinic, but he hadn't returned any of them. I had tried placing ads and some of the online services looking for bareback sex and got nothing but flakes. Braggarts describing their cocks and how they wanted to do me bare but not showing. What nagged at me the most was the texts I had sent to the breeding party host. They continued going unanswered. That's what had me really beside myself. I had participated willingly and played with my fate and health. Now nothing. I considered driving to the building the breeding parties had been held in but doubted at this point that it would do anything positive. I kept scanning ads and online services looking for some bareback action but kept coming up short for some reason. I was aggravated that I had gone from feast to famine so to speak concerning being fucked raw. I was at low ebb late Thursday evening when I got a text from the breeding party host. He wanted me to call him. I made the call and he asked if I was still interested in participating in future breeding parties. I instantly asked when the next one was. He was working on it, he responded. Strangely enough he asked me if I had any suggestions for a next party, what would I want? I knew what I wanted. Cock and more cock, cum and more cum. I said so. That, he said he could do. I asked how many bottoms he planned for the next party. He asked how many I wanted to share tops with. My mind went cold and I answered, "None. I want to be the only bottom." I had one request. "I know you've been able to arrange up to twelve tops for a session. How many do you think you could arrange for the next breeding session?" He didn't know but would start checking and asked when I wanted it to happen. I thought about it and asked him to arrange however many he could round up in by the next weekend. "Let me get this straight," he asked, "You want to be the only bottom, right?" I agreed. "And you want how many tops?" I responded, "As many as you can arrange between now and then." "Okay, I'll pull it together. Anything else?" he asked. "Yes." I hesitated then told him, "Make sure that there are as many HIV positives as you can round up in the group." The phone was quiet for over a minute. I finally heard him ask, "You want positives in your gang fuck? You're sure?" "Yes."

This story is inspired by a recent post by traindriver68 on his experience on the heath. Part one I had heard about Hampstead Heath and how wild it could be, but had never had a chance to go as I didn't live in London. To be honest, it also scared me a little as I knew what could happen, but at the same time it exerted a horrid fascination. Then one hot summer night I found myself staying overnight in London on business. Before I realised what I was doing, I took the tube and found myself on the edge of the heath. It wasn’t quite dark and there was enough light to see a path leading into the bushes. I followed it for a while, aware of some figures moving around me but I couldn’t find what I was looking for – the notorious “fuck tree”. I paused, my heart pounding in my chest and beginning to have serious doubts about what I was doing there. Did I really want this? My palms were sweaty with excitement and fear. Just as I determined to retrace my steps and get out of there a voice said “What’s up, you lost kid?” I turned to see a chubby, middle-aged guy wearing a leather waistcoat over his bare chest, leather jock strap and boots. Beside him was a taller, thin guy in denim shorts and sleeveless t-shirt. My throat was dry, but I nodded and managed a smile, my eyes fixed on the bulge in his jock. “Jesus, a newbie.” Croaked the second guy. They grinned and took my arms in theirs. “C’mon, we’ll show you the way.” We moved deeper into the heath, pushing through some bushes and into a clearing where an old tree had fallen on its side. It was packed with guys, sucking and fucking around the tree. I paused and felt my heart skip a beat. The chubby guy laughed. “Nasty, ‘ain’t it? You up for this?” “Here,” the other guy handed me a bottle of poppers. I took a deep sniff and felt the aroma sweep through me, melting my muscles and sweeping away my reluctance. They led me down into the crowd of sweaty, excited men. Many of them had stripped, and I was engulfed in sweaty naked bodies. There was a fat, balding man bent over the log being fucked by a younger guy in a baseball cap. I clearly saw the cock going in and out of his arse and there was no condom in sight. The thin guy handed me the poppers, then pulled my head down and levered his cock out of his shorts. It was dripping pre-cum and I eagerly lapped it up. I could sense we were becoming the centre of attraction and a number of hands began to caress my body and tug at my jeans. The chubby guy in the leather jockstrap squeezed my hand. “Easy kid, don’t be scared.” He whispered and his hands loosened my belt buckle, allowing my jeans and underwear to be tugged down by the denizens around us. I found myself being pulled over to the tree, and just managed to step out of my jeans and underpants before I tripped. Gently, but firmly I was bent over the log beside the fat guy lying there who put an arm over my shoulder and began to kiss me. Someone got in front of me and offered me a stubby cock which I began to suck. But as I felt the warm night air on my naked backside I asked myself what was I doing? Someone smeared lube into my arsehole, and I jumped with surprise, now scared and unsure of what I wanted. The fat man’s arm held me down. “Easy, son” he said “ Let them breed you.” I asked for poppers and as the chemical swept through me I felt a thick cock begin to open me up. I reached back and felt the bare shaft as it slowly slid up me, and groaned in surrender. I heard a low chuckle and looked back to see the chubby guy in the leather jockstrap riding me. He had discarded the waistcoat and I saw he had two tattoos on his chest of a scorpion and a biohazard symbol. He leant over me and began thrusting hard and animal like into me until I felt his cock stiffen and throb and he grunted like a pig. “Oh yeah,” He gasped. “No turning back now, kid!”

Met up with a buddy this weekend. Poz undectable. I'm neg. We fuck raw of course. Started off with a three way where the 3rd wanted banged with rubbers. He was super tight. Buddy then focused on me after we both fucked the third a few times. Rubbers off and his big 8" curved dick was ready for my tight hole. He showed the third what a good bottom I was and how I love to take those loads raw. Had me up on all fours fucking doggy style at the end of the bed. Then moves me to the center of the bed and fucks me. Grabs the poppers and I knew I was gonna get his load. Fucks me and goes all the way in and I can feel his dick throb as he unloads deep in me. He says in me and we slide flat on the bed. After a few minutes ass is back in the air and he is fucking me again. His dick never left my ass. Again another great fuck and he unloads #2 in me. Another 10 or 15 minutes pass and I work him for load #3 for the night. I got three loads in me Saturday night. Went to bed with them in me. Sunday rolls around and the afternoon hits. Before he leaves I want more. Again doggy style I got one load. Then he wanted to push me to new limits with his big dick. That was load #4 The final load was pure bliss. He wanted to push my limits. This time I was on my back. Instantly his big dick hit my prostate. He fucked me fast and hard. I was screaming like a bitch. I was in sensory overload as he kept pounding my hole and hitting the prostate. He dumped load #5 in me and the end results was a dripping hole of cum. Dripping out of my ass and as my ass is up over the edge of the bed it's dripped into a puddle onto the floor. 5 loads of cum in me this weekend. Best buddy!

Uncle Jim Nick wouldn't hear any of what his parents were telling him. He had been pondering this moment ever sine he admitted to himself at the age of 10 that he was gay. He went to his room, packed his things, went to his parents and told then he was gay and walked out the door. He drove his car over to Alex's house, knocked on the door. Uncle Jim answered the door seeing Nick standing there with what looked like his life's belongings. Alex was smoking a joint to help himself settle down from the partying they had dune for two days. Nick wanted stone of what Alex was smoking as they passed the joint around Tim they were stoned enough for bed. Alex invited Nick to share his bed with him as the two drifted off to sleep. While the two teens slept Uncle Jim got on his laptop. He sent an email to his party pals letting them know that he now has two HIV poz sons. They all knew he wanted to give his nephew his DNA, but they didn't know about his nephew's friend. His friend were hard core partiers that couldn't wait to meet the newbies. They ranged in age from 22 to 50 and they were ask I decent shape. What really got Uncle Jim's cock twitching was that the 22 year old had an 18 year-old brother who wanted to join in on the fun. What the 18 year-old didn't knew was the actual type of party he wanted to attend and that he (along with Alex and Nick) were to be the 'guest(s) of honor'. Uncle Jim knew he wouldn't have to convince Alex and Nick to participate, the trick was getting the very straight 18 year-old slammed up, fucked and pozzed just like his older brother. When the boys woke up Uncle Jim informed them of the party that would be held at a friend's house. When Uncle Jim told them about their friend's straight younger brother and the plan to drug him and fuck him full of cum, poz cum. That's when Nick realized that he was probably pozzed the other night. Alex rubbed Nick's back, kissed him on his cheek and placed a hand on his crotch. This brought a slight simulation to Nick's cock which began to get hard. As Alex began to suck Nick's cock. He wanted hard enough to ride as they talked about what both of then had gone through the past couple weeks and how they could pass their bug on to unsuspecting guys. Nick plowed Alex's hole filling it with what was probably still neg jizz that they knew would be poz in due time. The poz talk as they fucked turned both boys on while Uncle Jim watched knowing he had created a couple of prime gifters. I the few days before the party Uncle Jim came up with a plan, he figured he could have Alex and Nick play dumb and innocent like the straight boy. The straight boy's older brother was going to drug him and he figured his two boys could play along and once all three of them were in slings and the newbie was waking up they'd get slammed up (again since Uncle Jim wanted Alex and Nick really fucked up without their knowledge). When Friday night came the three of them arrived at their friend's place for the party. The only people visibly there was three host, the older brother, Ray, and his younger brother, Fred. Alex and Nick played it up with Fred (or Freddie as he liked to be called). Freddie's brother got him to the party by telling him that there were going to be some 'easy pussy' at the party to fuck, what he didn't tell him is that he was one of the 'easy pussies' for fucking. Alex and Nick played along telling Freddie they couldn't wait to score. When Freddie began to get 'woozy' the boys played along. When he was out the two were told to carry them down to the basement where most of the guests were waiting. After they stripped Freddie and placed him in one of the slings they quickly stripped and climbed into the other two slings. As they laid there and had their arms and legs restrained do that they couldn't get out even if they wanted to climb out. This would match what was being done with Freddie that way he'd think that all three of them were set up with Alex and Nick loving the attention and (hopefully) cumming Freddie down, although ate his slam he'd have no will to fight. Uncle Jim knew it would be a good half hour (or longer) before Freddie would be awake to be slam. He pulled out a couple decent size slams to get the boys started. Alex and Nick were eager to get going as tourniquets were fixed on both boys arms, their arms swabbed with alcohol, followed by the point. Both boys coughed out as the drug took control. The friend began to take turns teasing the boys as they each begged to be fucked as they waited for Freddie to come around. As he stated to stir the attention Alex and Nick were getting stopped as they prepared Freddie for the first slam of his 18 year-old life, as well as preparing Alex and Nick for their next set of (stronger) slams. Uncle Jim reminded the boys to be a little vocal of their objections or they'd get slammed and left in the slings without any attention. Alex and Nick thought they were getting weak slams as they fixed the tourniquets, swabbed each arm as Freddie was asking his brother 'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON RAY, LET ME OUT IF THIS THING!' Alex and Nick gave their own protests as they all were getting points stuck in a vein. The slams were administered, Freddie was specially fixed by his brother who made sure to mix in an ample amount of his poz blood and as the tourniquets were removed all three coughed out hard. Alex and Nick were (pleasantly) surprised when they were totally fucked up (and then fucked). After Freddie caught his breath he began to moan and was heard saying 'OH FUCK'. Uncle Jim leaned close to Alex and asked how he liked his second slam of the night? Alex could barely make out what he was being asked as there was a ringing I his ears and wasn't sure who was asking since he couldn't focus his eyes. He just simply replied to keep them coming. When Nick was asked the same question from Uncle Jim he simply mumbled, 'Fuck yeah.' Over the night the the boys were fucked (and seeded) by each guy at the party. Ray was the first one who fucked his younger brother. It was apparent by the moans escaping from Freddie's mouth that he was enjoying the attention his ass was getting. It was self evident by Uncle Jim that Freddie needed to be taught how to suck some cock as he stroked up to Freddie's head and rubbed the tip of his cock over Freddie's lips. His older brother Ray whispered in his ear to open his mouth and suck the cock he was drooling over. As the sun came up the three teens needed a break and to stretch their legs. All three were helped out of the slings and into a refreshing shower. After a specialized protein/carbohydrate drink to refresh and energize them they were taken bake to the basement where the slings were replaced with mattresses and each was given another slam.

As I had been told, the following weekend I met Joe, and he, Mark and I had a very intense weekend. Joe arrived at about 8:00 PM on Friday evening, greeting Mark and me with a bear hug. Just looking at him, my cock twitched with excitement, especially as his cock was bulging in his tight 501 Levi jeans. He was about 6' 2", was nicely built, had a full head of dark, even black hair, as well as a full black beard. Just my type. Mark led us down into the dungeon where we had a few drinks while watching the TIM film, Viral Loads. Seated between Mark and Joe, two hot leather men, my cock involuntarily got harder and harder. Noticing as much, and gauging I was ready, Mark pushed my head down onto Joe’s lap, ordering me to “Lick the wet spot on my buddy’s crotch.” Of course I was more than willing to do so. Joe opened his jeans and extracted his seven inch cock, which was, as I suspected, already hard. I devoured every inch. Mark, meanwhile, managed to rip a hole in the ass of my jeans, and vigorously fingered my hole with two fingers, and then even managed to place a wet kiss on my ass lips. Damn, my hole wanted to get more and more, and both Joe and Mark were just the men to give me what I wanted. Picking me up, Joe carried me to his sling where he expertly restrained me. This was the same sling where I had my ass had received its first poz load from Mark. Now it was time to willingly take more of his highly toxic cum deep into my ass. I had been anticipating this second baptism the entire week, and damn, my hole was more than ready. Before this would happen, however, Mark ordered me to worship his poz seed, and I was to accomplish that through the respectful worship of his cock, which he facilitated by standing directly behind my head, and allowing me to lick his soft cock and balls, sporadically, however, withdrawing from my reach, teasing me, urging me to describe the desire I felt for his manly member. The courtly language of the past sprung to mind, and seemed to suit the occasion: “Your cock is the erotic gifter of the pleasures I seek,” and “Let your member speak to me, and return my lust,” and again, “Oh sir, fill me with your cock and leave with me your toxic poz seed.” Slowly, with the dignity the occasion merited, Mark's cock rose to its full dignity, which, of course, turned-on Joe, who all this time had been preparing my ass with a large dildo which he inserted into my body through the hole Mark had ripped in the seat of my jeans. My cock, meanwhile, strained against my jeans, leaking pre-cum in generous quantities, which soaked through the jeans, and led Mark to pull my jeans off, and, securing my cock by the base to discourage further erection, he snapped a leather cod piece on my cock. Both leather men continued to use my body, Mark, by fucking my face, and Joe by rubbing his cock up and down my ass crack, teasing my hole with his juicy dock head. Man, I was so fuckin’ horny. Perhaps thinking of the film we had been watching, Joe then used a baster to squirt a generous quantity of cum into my ass, confirming my unspoken question, that yes, it was poz cum. Just to add to the experience, Mark then slid a frozen cum popsicle into my mouth, which, in softening, left me feeling totally immersed in toxic poz cum: toxic poz cum dripping into my hole, and no less erotic, toxic poz cum was melting in my mouth. “It’s now time for you to receive more of my highly toxic cum,” Mark intoned, and apparently having choreographed the move, Mark and Joe moved the portable sling over to the leather breeding table, and in a deft movement, Mark slid a chrome speculum into my hungry hole, which made it easy for him to squeeze the contents of a condom into my cavity. I was gratified when Mark casually remarked the poz seed he was now giving me was from Joe, and that it constituted no less than four loads. As the last drops of Joe’s load disappeared into my hole, Mark removed the speculum, and inserted his magnificent, toxic gifter cock. My cock throbbed under its leather cod piece, and my hole was on fire. Mark’s cock felt so good. My ass muscles tightened around his cock, welcoming it, pleading with it to plunge deeper, ever deeper. Mark, however, was not one to be hurried, and established his own pace in splitting me open. Slowly, gradually, Mark moved deeper, ignoring my pleas that he plunge in balls-deep. Joe, meanwhile, was not one to stand aside idly, but rather he stood over my head, and slid his cock into my mouth, face-fucking me as only a leather man can carry off, his cock head drooling generous quantities of poz cum in the process, which told me he was approaching his climax, as was Mark, who groaned he was about to blow his toxic poz load into my hole – poz seed for both my willing and desirous mouth and my no less willing and desirous ass. Just then, as I thought Joe was about to blow his load deep in my throat, he withdrew his cock from my mouth and managed to order to me extend my tongue, which I did just in time for him to blow his load on my lips, face, chin and tongue. Oh man, his hot poz cum on my tongue, and while I was tempted to immediately relish it, Joe forestalled by action by immediately licking-up the stray drops of cum, and sharing all of it with me in a deep, all-encompassing kiss, a kiss that surely pushed Mark over the top, and he announced as much by yelling “Receive my poz load!” as he blew another deadly load in my hole.

PART I: SURRENDERING MY SOUL TO A STRANGER I used to trust in God. I followed him, worshipped him, believed he could save me from damnation. But even on my best behavior—even when I was the star of Sunday School—I harbored a deep fascination with anything that flourished in God’s absence. I told myself that I wanted to live in the light of Christian convictions, but spent hours daydreaming about the heat and depravity and chaos of a place like Hell, where God’s light could never be seen again. Somehow, despite everything I’d ever been taught, the idea of Hell—that is, a place of endless darkness characterized by weeping and gnashing of teeth—just didn’t seem like such a bad gig. Think of all those deep shadows, and all the twisted fun you could have under the heavy blanket of neverending night! I finally got a chance to explore the darkest of my daydreams during the summer between high school and college. Just a few months after my 18th birthday, I took a road trip through Southern California, telling my parents that I wanted to see Disneyland and Sea World. My actual plan, however, was to spend a week exploring Palm Springs. I’d read stories about all the twisted goings-on at those clothing-optional resorts, and I needed to see some of it for myself. I still hadn’t told anyone I was gay, I was a virgin, and I was terrified of all the things I didn’t know about gay sex. I had no plans to go hog-wild, but simply wanted to be a quiet observer—maybe even get a first-hand look at the grunting wild-animal communion of male bodies going bump-bump-bump in the night. I’d done enough research to know that the gay resorts in Palm Springs were mostly concentrated along Warm Sands Drive, so that’s where I went first. I parked my car a few blocks away—cautious and discreet as ever—and nervously approached the main cluster of sex clubs. As I made my way along the sidewalk, I heard footsteps just a few feet behind me. Turning around, I found myself in the presence of an unusually tall, powerfully built man—he was just shy of seven feet, and his shoulders were at least twice as wide as mine. And just to be clear: I’m no slouch in the musculature department. I played football and wrestled in high school, and I have a nicely proportioned jockboy frame. Think of me as that dark-haired white boy-next-door, standing six feet tall and weighing 185 pounds, with a well-developed chest, tight abs, and a clearly defined trail of fur leading down past my navel to my uncut cock and heavy, low-hanging balls. But this guy? He was next-level. And even in the darkness, the way he looked at me was flat-out mesmerizing: his eyes glinted in the evening heat, as if his stare could bore right through my skin. “Hey there,” he said as he approached, flashing a slightly fiendish grin. “What’s a cute boy like you doing in this part of town?” “Oh, just checking out the sights,” I said lamely. He was now standing right next to me, or actually towering over me, and I could feel an intense warmth vibrating from his body. He maintained that unearthly stare, and we just stood there in silence for a few moments. Then he took my hand, gently guiding it to his crotch, and used my fingers to trace the full outline of a rock-hard cock that appeared to extend halfway down his thigh. I looked into his eyes again. He was smiling down at me, quietly nodding as I explored the massive girth of his dick. Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I have a place not far from here,” he said, the depth and richness of his voice causing my little virgin hole to twitch. “Do you want to follow me there?” I replied with an eager nod. “Good—then open your mouth, boy.” I opened wide, and he spit in my mouth before sinking into a passionate kiss. “I hope you like that spit.” I smiled and nodded, which frankly surprised me—I wouldn’t have imagined that spit could’ve turn me on, but it did. And somehow, just then, my head started tingling and my nipples started quivering and my hole started pulsing with hunger. He leaned down to spit in my mouth again. That caused my head to tingle even more, and I could feel my heart racing like I’d just binged on a gallon of coffee. He cupped my face in his hands, looked intently into my eyes, then nodded with clear satisfaction. “Oh, I can see it in your eyes now. You’re definitely mine,” he said matter-of-factly—and I felt no need to contradict him. Just then, he quietly thrust his fingers down the front of his pants. I glanced down to see the outline of his hand exploring his giant cock-bulge for a moment or two, at last re-emerging to show me his fingers covered and dripping with an impressive layer of thick, white cum. “I leak,” he explained. “I leak constantly. A fucking geyser of precum, all day. Now open your mouth again.” I complied without hesitation, my eyes fluttering as he slowly worked his jizz-covered fingers into my mouth. Moments later, my head experienced a fresh rush of that tingling sensation, even stronger than before. I found myself involuntarily arching my back to expose more of my fuckhole to anyone who might be passing by. And the simple sensation of my T-shirt rubbing against my suddenly ultra-wired nipples made my entire body shiver with the anticipation of sexual discovery—and the promise of sexual corruption. “Call me Abraxas,” he said. “And you are?” “Michael,” I replied. “Ah yes—the archangel,” he said with a vicious smirk. “By the end of the night, I might need to give you a new name.” “Please, sir: do whatever you want.” “You mean that, boy?” His stare had taken on a new intensity, and I found myself feeling weightless, like tumbling in space, all of my energy and attention somehow absorbed by that sharp glint shining from the depths of his eyes. “Yes I do,” I replied without missing a beat, as if that were the only possible answer. “I want you to repeat after me,” he said. “Are you ready?” I gave him a nod, and his voice lowered and flattened as if emerging from the deeper recesses of his massive frame. “Abraxas, lord and master, I surrender my body to you.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I surrender my body to you.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I freely give you my soul.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I freely give you my soul.” “Mold me in your image. Make me yours. Mark me. And never let me go.” “Mold me in your image. Make me yours. Mark me.” Here I paused as he leaned down to kiss me—but this time, as my tongue explored his mouth, I felt an unusual sharpness along the ridges of his teeth. He withdrew from the kiss, then gently repeated: “And what else, my boy?” “And never let me go. Please, please: never let me go.” He smiled with the slyness of a quiet conqueror. And just then—though I told myself, again and again, that it must have been a trick of the evening light—his eyes took on a subtle red glow, shining like embers, as he placed his arm firmly around my shoulder and showed me the way to his dark sanctuary.

Although I anticipated Joe would breed me next, Mark had a different plan, explaining to the two of us that Joe would have to wait, that he, Mark, was determined to convert me. So each night, for several weeks, night after night, Mark drilled his poz cock deep into my aching, utterly consumed hole, torturing my ass with his amazing cock until I would end-up begging him to blow his hot poz seed into my body. In particular I recall one night when Mark commenced our session by blowing on my ass lips, instructing me to pucker them, and then rimming my hole, his tongue a sort of magical key that could open even the strongest lock. Slowly he would tongue-fuck me, deeper and deeper with each thrust, taking full advantage as my hole gradually opened. Moreover, as Mark had been chewing some mint, when he spat on my ass lips, the sensation was both cool and oddly warm, with the result my lips would relax even further, mentally preparing me to not only be penetrated by his poz cock, but also preparing me for certain conversion. In the course of our play sessions Mark enticed me to open myself to more debauchery, occasionally suggesting “All in good time your hole will be pozzed, but first we need to expand your level of experience in the realm of pleasures.” I was putty in his sick imagination, and as he rubbed his glistening cock head against my awaiting hole, he would prime me further, asking “How does that feel, boy? Is your hole getting hot?” Hot didn’t even come close to adequately describing the sensations that were permeating my hole. It was virtually on fuckin’ fire, and I told him as much. “As it should be, boy,” he replied, withdrawing his cock, and donning a leather sheath which, when lubed with some special lubricant, he re-inserted his cock into my ass. Somehow I found myself wondering if the lube contained paprika or chili powder – at least those substances would explain why my hole was absolutely in heat. Damn, my ass was burning with a level of intensity I didn’t know one could experience, an intensity which I properly or improperly decided derived from the fact that Mark’s cum was laden with HIV, a virus I had come to love with an irrational passion. “Sir, plant your seed deep in my ass! I need to be converted by your toxic cum. It’s gotta seep deep into my wet, fired-up ass walls.” Grinning, Mark could not be persuaded to release his seed, and tortured me saying “Not yet, boy, we’ve gotta cool down the fire that’s burning in your hole.” His suggestion made sense. My ass was virtually inflamed with desire, no, the need to satisfy Mark’s cock. And, of course, my ass needed Mark’s toxic cum as an ointment. Yeah, I needed it bad, but Mark had his own agenda. He inserted himself and remained there static, commenting “I can see you have never been pissed fucked." "No, Sir, but my hole is definitely on fire, so do what you’ve gotta do,” I replied. With that Mark initially hesitantly, then with increasing vigor, began to release his piss into my ass, definitely extinguishing the fire, even as he filled my colon, which in turn excited me in a new fashion as the pressure of his piss began to pleasure my ass in an unexpected fashion. Damn, my cock was so hard I was stunned. What an experience! I found myself wondering why had I never before explored piss play? Well, after Mark had emptied his bladder into my hole, he ordered me into his shower, telling me to move quickly, where, once we couldn’t do any damage, he ordered me to expel his piss so it flowed onto his body. Man, what a relief! Afterwards we cleaned-up a bit, had a smoke, and I wondered what was next, particularly since I was utterly fuckin’ horny as I had not yet cum, but Mark had his own pace, and succeeded in causing my erection to subside by repeatedly (and lightly) slapping my cock with a small leather tasseled whip. His magnificent cock, of course, never subsided. After all, he was the Alpha male. Now ready to resume, we moved into another dimly lit room, where a sling, red-ensconced lights provided an earie cast, and floor to ceiling mirrors, as well as additional large mirrors anchored into the ceiling, created an aurora worthy of the Marque de Sade. Climbing into the sling, Mark efficiently bound my arms and legs with an experienced touch, as in the mirrors I could admire Mark from all angles, and, of course, see much of my body. A sense of utter gratitude possessed me: I knew this time I would get pozzed, and sure enough, as Mark swung me ever so slightly to and fro, tapping up against his erect cock so his cockhead nudged my ass lips, which gradually enveloped him, slowly, with each swing, my hole opened wider, and Mark’s cock correspondingly slid deeper and deeper into my body. As was his normal practice, each time his cock breached my hole Mark asked “What do you want?” There was only one possible answer: “Your poz cum, Sir.” Looking deep into my eyes, Mark surprised me with a new tact, answering “Then we need to ensure your hole adequately prepared to feed my poz cum.” Withdrawing, he produced a small brush, a toothbrush, in fact, and tortured my hole until the brush head showed pink with my blood. “We’re almost ready,” he remarked, adding “watch in the ceiling mirror as I prepare myself to breed your hole so this is a successful breeding.” Following his instructions, I watched as Mark used a small, cylindrical, sharply spiked instrument to lightly pierce his erect cock in several locations until his blood oozed forth in a surprisingly erotic image. ‘Fuck,’ I thought, ‘this is amazing. What an image: Mark is dressed in full leathers, his cock dripping with blood. This time it’s gonna take. I know it will’. Now apparently satisfied, Mark again approached my ass, and slid his bloody, hot poz cock into me, pounding my hole with a diabolic frenzy. Looking into Mark’s lustful, all-consuming eyes, I repeatedly begged “Mark, please, please, plant your poz seed in my body, and let your toxic virus feed on my blood!” Wordlessly, Mark loosened the cod piece which had kept my cock under control. Almost instantly I sprung to a full erection. Smiling with genuine pleasure, Mark leaned over and kissed my raging cock, tenderly remarking “This will certainly be your last neg load.” “Oh fuck yeah,” I grunted as he pounded my hole, “that’s what I want. Poz me, Mark, fuckin’ do it, man. I’m tired of being ‘negative’ and wanna be special, just like you!” No sooner had I made my confession than his cock head hit my prostate one additional time, and I blew my load of neg cum all over my abdomen as well as Mark’s crotch. Mark also crossed the line of no return and blew volley after volley of hot, toxic sperm into my raw ass – the culmination of our combined intentions. As we slowly came down, we both smiled in mutual satisfaction, each completely convinced this time would work, that our mission was accomplished. The post lude? Well, life went back to seeming normalcy, until a few weeks later I came-down with an unseasonal bout of the flu, which when tested, proved to have been the fuck flu. I was now poz. I made it a point to see Mark, and he responded to the news by taking me into his arms and giving me a big hug and deep kiss, announcing “You are now part of my family, so let’s celebrate this coming weekend! It’s time for the seed of my poz brothers to also take root in your body, and I know Joe is up for the task. Yeah, Joe will be the first of many, boy." “Bring it on,” I replied.

The second time I barebacked was also with a married man. In hindsight I should have known he was married, all the signs were there. Being the innocent 22 year old, I obliviously followed the will of my horny hole. We met on Planet Romeo. He seemed a nice enough guy, although incredibly discrete. He only shared pictures of his crotch, while asking for my nude and face pics. I supplied them all, eagerly awaiting his approval, and once that was met, we exchanged numbers. The winter of 2010 was rather snowy in my area, and finding time together was tough. I lived with my brother at the time, making it impossible to bring a stranger home for sex. This guy said he could sometimes host, since he lived with his brother and wife. All throughout he was very persistent, sometimes calling me during the day to talk dirty to me. Sometimes this annoyed me, especially if I was at work, but other times I got a raging hard on listening to his deep voice. Finally after some back and forth, we decided on a time to meet at his house directly. The morning of our meeting, I reached out to him to confirm the time. I asked if he had condoms and lube, but he said he had run out. He still desperately wanted to meet, but I told him that I only play safe. He asked me then to bring condoms and lube, explaining that his car was buried in snow. 'Well at least I found out ahead of time,' I thought. After buying the supplies, I made my way over to his place and parked outside. I noticed car partly covered by snow, and as I walked by, I noticed a car seat for babies in the back. Maybe that wasn't his car? I knocked on his front door and a short but handsome man in his early 30s answered. He had these sexy dark eyes and was very clean cut. I felt lucky that he wasn't some troll, but at that point my hole was hungry enough to let anyone in. We quickly made our way to the guest room while making out. Once there, we helped each other out of our clothes and explored our bodies. I remember how he pushed me onto the puffy duvet covered bed, which was a simple queen-sized mattress on the floor. He pinned me to the sheets, which were warm from the heating vents, and we made out passionately. After the usual foreplay, I retrieved the condoms and lube from my jeans. "I hope I got the right size," I said with a wink. He was a bit bigger girth-wise, something I had underestimated in the photo he sent. "That should be fine, we'll make do," he said. I watched him put the condom on hastily, and I noticed that he didn't pinch the top of the condom, but I didn't think anything of it. We assumed the missionary position and he slowly entered me, which was painful at first since my hole wasn't stretched out. Once he was finally inside me, we began fucking properly. We did missionary for a while, then switched to the side, then doggy, then finally back to missionary. I loved the full feeling of his dick inside me, and I missed it every time he had to pull out. That was when I heard a snap inside me. I could see that he heard it too from the look in his eyes, but he continued to pump away anyway. In fact he continued at an accelerating pace, and I didn't tell him to stop. I knew deep down that the condom broke, and he was going to cum inside me. My dick got harder and we kissed more deeply and passionately as before. He finally came inside, pumping all of his semen into my ass, and collapsed on top of me. I naively thought that there could be a slight chance that his dick was still wrapped up, but after he slowly pulled out, the torn condom followed, and I knew he had impregnated me. An onslaught of conflicting feelings descended on me. I felt fearful that he might have given me an STD, but I also felt so turned on, getting fucked raw by a man. As these thoughts went through my mind, I made up some excuse to leave and dressed myself. He promised that he was clean and negative, and he wanted me to stay and possibly go for a round two, but I knew I needed to go home and wash myself. During the car ride home, I felt his cum dribble out of my well worn hole into the seat of my jeans. I never felt so sexy in my life. I went home and jacked off furiously, fingering my wet hole and realizing my dream to be a bareback cum slut. More tales to come!

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…

Fantasy club Sean walked into the warehouse nervous and excited. At the door he showed his ID proving he was atleast 18. "Happy birthday", the doorman said when he saw that Sean was exactly 18. Sean thanked the man and entered. He went up the elevator and got out on the third floor. He approached the man sitting at the desk and handed his invitation to him. The man asked if he understood the rules and Sean said he thought so and the man asked what they were. Sean told him that no one touches anyone without permission and that if he wanted to do anything he could list his fantasy and if someone was interested the staff would tell him. Or if he liked someone else's fantasy he could do that. The man told him to enjoy himself and then he let him in the door. Once inside a staffer asked if he wanted to view fantasy requests or create one or go to the lounge and Sean said he wanted to review the fantasy requests. He was brought to a small room and shown how to use the computer and he started reading what other people were looking for. Several items he read he couldn't understand but he knew he had a lot to learn. He wasn't ready to do much but didn't want to blow his chance to have fun. He wanted to "do" everything but he thought he would prefer being a bottom than a top but didn't want just anyone taking his virginity. This place attracted him because it wasn't just a sex club and he didn't have to go all the way. Remembering health class he was concerned about safe sex and drugs. He read that an older man wanted a younger guy to pretend he was sleeping and that he wanted to jerk the boy off but the boy had to pretend he was sleeping the whole time. The man was described as a Daddy in his late 40s, six feet tall, 210 pounds of mostly muscle but also a beer belly, eight inch uncut cock and he wanted a boy under 25, smooth completely, more jock than twink and virgin preferred. Sean was smooth except for crotch and thought he fit well and he dreamed about a Daddy molesting him. The fantasy included touching him and licking him but nothing else. Sean thought he'd try that and pushed the button that indicated he would fulfill the fantasy. Within ten seconds a staff member knocked on his door and led him to another room. The room was decorated like a kid's room and looked a lot like his younger brother Timmy's room. The staffed told him to undress and put his clothes in the dresser drawer and to put on the clothes on the bed. He also gave him a pill and a glass of water and told him it would make him fall asleep but that it wore off quickly. Sean smiled and thought this place really makes it seem real. The staffer watched as Sean undressed and knew that Stan who's fantasy it was would love this boy. Sean started to feel sleepy before he finished and the staff member had to help him get undressed. He laid down on the bed and let the man lift his legs and removed his briefs. He stepped back and admired the naked boy, who looked no more than 14 years old except for his hairy crotch. The staffer asked Sean if he could shave him and he giggled and said sure. A few minutes later Sean looked even younger and was nearly passed out. After the staffer got the superman briefs and pj's on him and put a teddy bear in his arms he left to get Stan. Stan looked at the sleeping boy and told the staffer everything looked perfect and the staffer reminded him that he could touch and lick the boy and make him cum but nothing else and to have fun and the staffer left. Stan knew the boy would stay asleep for about an hour and wished he had longer time. What he saw sleeping in front of him was his nephew Sean. Stan wanted the boy bad but he was worried that soon Sean would wake up and might freak out and ruin his chances forever. Seeing Sean look so innocent made Stan's cock drip and he knew what to do.

Uncle Jim Alex was a few months shy of his 18th birthday when his parents were killed in an automobile accident. Since his parents were very wealthy Alex was set to inherit everything after he obtained a college degree. In the meantime his only other living relative, his mother's younger bother Jim, was to be executor of his parents estate. Uncle Jim moved into the family home as Alex began to move on with his life. Jim was an 'after thought' and was considerably younger the his sister. At 12 years younger some in the family law firm wondered if the single young man was the right person to manage the vast estate even though he had a law degree from Harvard. Alex was a jock in high school. He wasn't good enough for a college scholarship and in his frame of mind after losing his parents he chose to attend the local community college. This allowed him to hang out with his best friend, Nicholas Richardson (or Nick Dickson as he was called). The two teenagers enjoyed smoking pot a couple times a week. Since Nick's mother always seemed to be around and Alex lived in a large home the two typically got high in the pool house at Alex's home. After a nice joint the two would be totally stoned and extent horny. With the weed in them they typically would jerk off. This interaction led to oral that Alex really enjoyed. Now with Uncle Jim living with him they thought they'd be a more careful since the two had just started living together. There was a small party when Alex turned 18. In the time since Uncle Jim moved in Alex and Nick had smoked pot on several occasions, and the night of his birthday was no different. The two snuck off for a quick smoke. After Nick left Alex went back into the house he was hoping to avoid his uncle. Uncle Jim already knew about Alex's use of pot and knew that he had his nephew in the palm of his hand when he walked into his nephew's room seeing him half baked. Jim had a plan and now was the time to launch it into action. Jim looked at his nephew sitting on the bed and commented that he looked baked. Alex had no where to run and with what Jim knew he was forced to admit his use of pot. Jim's comments put Alex at ease as he leaned that his own uncle like to get high when he asked if he'd like to smoke a joint with his uncle on his 18th birthday. Alex was already high and horny which his uncle already knew. He figured another joint would only fuel the fire. He lit the joint, took a small hit and passed it to his 18 year old nephew. Alex wasn't shy when it came to smoking pot. He never noticed the small hit Uncle Jim and just taken and took large hit followed by another one. Jim joined his nephew on his bed and the two smoked the joint. Alex commented that his uncle's pot seemed much better then his own. What he didn't knew was that Jim's preferred drug of choice wasn't marijuana, although he liked it he preferred Miss Tina. The strange feeling from the pot that Alex was experiencing was from the ample amount of Tina that Uncle Jim had made sure was in the joint they were sharing. Jim could tell by his nephew's eyes that the drugs were digging in and with the right suggestions that he'd have Alex right where he wanted him. Before tonight the conversations the two had were centered on family, the conversation they were currently engaged in was about the high Alex was experiencing. Jim asked Alex if he like the feeling he was getting from what he was smoking. Alex admitted that he really like his uncle's weed as he smoked the last of the joint. Jim had a big grin as he progressed the corruption of his nephew when he hinted to his nephew that ha knew about him and Nick. Uncle Jim's comments he'd Alex a little uncomfortable, but seemed to be open to what was about to be suggested. Alex was asked by his uncle if he'd like to get high, ready high. Alex was hooked before he heard the details. Alex followed his uncle back to his bedroom where everything was already prepared. He told his nephew to get comfortable. Alex was already wearing just some board shorts from the birthday pool party from earlier in the day. Alex sat on the bed and was handed another joint as his uncle slipped into the bathroom. Alex heard the water running as he lit up the Tina laced joint. He took several good tokes on the joint letting mute Tina infiltrated his already smoked hazed brain. Alex was busy with his joint and never noticed the syringes in his hand along with a tourniquet, alcohol wipe and a couple cotton balls. Uncle Jim asked his nephew if he was ready to go higher. Alex smiled at his uncle suggestion. The two had never been really close and Alex never knew why, but he was any to find out why his conservative father didn't really want him around. With Alex intently watching his Uncle Jim fixed a tourniquet on his left bicep and swabbed a prominent vein. His uncle then took a nicely filled point, stuck it in his nephew's vein, drew back a little bit of blood making sure he was in the vein before he pushed the plunger down emptying Alex's first slam into his blood stream. The tourniquet was pulled off as the Tina began to flow through his body Uncle Jim rubbed his nephew's chest as he coughed out hard. Alex was blasted into the stratosphere as he was given a hefty slam as his chest rose and feel with his increased breathing. Uncle Jim reassured Alex what he was experiencing was typical as he did his own slam. As his uncle looked at him as he coughed out after his own slam he began to ruin his nephew's chest and flat 6 pack as he could see the horniness growing I Alex's eyes. As his hand moved across his nephew's body he began to move lower and lower getting closer to what Uncle Jim knew was probably a soft (yet very simulated) teen cock. Alex reached up to touch his uncle's body with his eyes pleading for more. Uncle Jim wasn't going to deny his nephew's growing lust as he pulled his t-shirt off his muscular body allowing Alex to touch his bare skin. As Alex's hand explored his uncle's chest and stomach Uncle Jim began to push his nephew's limits by rubbing his hand over his sensitive cock producing a "gasp" from Alex. After a couple passes Uncle Jim knew Alex was ready to discover himself. With the next 'pass' Uncle Jim pulled the draw string that secured the board shorts Alex was wearing. With the next move Uncle Jim slipped his hand inside his nephew's shorts eliciting another "gasp" from his teenage nephew. Alex seemed to follow his uncle's lead as he did his hand up the leg of the loose cargo shorts his uncle was wearing. Uncle Jim used his free hand to loosen his belt allowing his shorts to drop to the floor revealing his 8"hard cock. Alex needed no guidance as he rose to his knees and positioned himself so that he could stick his uncle's hard and doing cock. Jim worked Alex's board shorts off as his nephew worked his uncle's cock into his throat. Uncle Jim knew his nephew could suck cock, his nephew would soon learn what it was like to be fucked and bred. As Alex sucked his uncle's cock, Uncle Jim lubed up his finger with his own spit, slipped it into some loose shards of Tina before sliding it into his nephew's virgin ass. Alex felt the penetration (along with the sight burn from the meth) as his hole was explored. Alex couldn't hold back add moans escaped from his mouth around his uncle's cock. Uncle Jim knew the added Tina to his nephew's ass would increase his desire to be fucked. He added a second then third finger into Alex's warm fuck tunnel. As Uncle Jim lifted his nephew's head off his cock he withdrew his fingers leaving him feel empty. He knew he'd be asking for his hole to be filled and wouldn't be able to resist being fucked. As predicted Alex looked up at his uncle and asked for him to stick his fingers in his ass again. His uncle shook his head no as he stated drop into his soul and let him know that there was only one thing his uncle would would stick inside his nephew's ass as he stroked his 8"cock. Alex locked his lips as he looked up at his uncle knowing what his uncle meant. His uncle pushed him on his back, crawled up between his legs and began to give his nephew his first rim job. As he began to get his nephew's home wet and hungry he heard him moan and start to beg to be fucked. Uncle Jim had waited for this moment (and deep down Alex did too, or was that the Tina talking for him). It didn't matter which one it was Alex was about to get his chemmed up, neg ass fucked fit the first time. Uncle John moved up and now had his cock pointing to the prize he worked to get. The two naked and high men locked eyes as Uncle John's cock began to slide its way home. It poked through the external ring (as easy as was planned) and was balls deep in no time. I his drug induced haze Alex had no idea what really was going to happen. Since Uncle Jim became the executor of his parent's estate he wanted to share more then part of his family's DNA, he wanted to share his HIV. Uncle Jim stated off show but before Alex could process the implications he was pounding away in his nephew's hole. Within a coupe hours Uncle Jim had deposited a couple good loads inside his nephew in a attempt to make him his son.

"Okay guys, we all know why you're here. You've either had the fantasy of being a cum-dump or done it before and want to do it again. Either way, that's what we're going to do here tonight." He was a good looking younger guy, about six foot, maybe 185 pounds with dark brown hair. The term "cum-dump" made my insides tingle from the way he said it. "We're going to do this in a different sort of way than you might have thought or, maybe, wanted, but I'm about to tell you how we're going to do this tonight. We're going to play a game somewhat based on 'Musical Chairs'." He was addressing six other guys and me. "I hope you all understood when you came to this little party that what's about to happen is you bottoms are all going to be anonymously fucked and, probably bred by a number of horny tops. You're all going to be blindfolded, led into the other room where you'll be secured to well padded fucking benches. You'll have use of your hands for poppers or anything else you need, you'll only have straps around your waist, thighs and ankles." I was getting aroused by his narration and trying to picture the situation all the while trying to suppress my physical reaction. I was also wondering if I was actually nuts for getting myself into this situation. I had actually shown up, knowing that, if what I had been told by my fuck-buddy was true, I was going to be fucked raw by more than one guy tonight. I had a hard time controlling my breathing and suppressing my erection urge. I was still somewhat a novice at bottoming but had thrown myself into the role after that first time. There had been several guys that had topped me but always safe. Most of them had insisted and I hadn't objected because I hadn't known what I was missing. Then Paul happened to me. He was my first and, up until tonight, my only bare fuck. He had cajoled me into letting him enter me without a condom by insisting that he just wanted to feel my ass bare and would pull out in a couple minutes. I'm sure he went beyond that "couple minutes" before I felt him thrusting faster and deeper. I started to say something to him about the condom but found myself enjoying his bare cock fully stroking in and out so much that I failed to get anything out of my mouth. Shortly thereafter I heard him growling softly, grabbing my hips and I got my first load of cum inside me instead of my mouth. He got up, grabbed his jeans and started for the door. I heard myself ask if he had to go. He hesitated a moment. I got my second breeding about thirty minutes later. Paul became a regular fuck buddy and, for some reason, the only one I would let bareback me. Soon, my interest in other guys slowed because sex with a condom simply didn't interest or excite me as much as feeling his bare cock and knowing that he was about to shoot his cum inside me. Paul was somewhat multi-orgasmic. He always left me well-fucked and with at least two loads in my ass, a few times, three. During the down time between we would talk, generally about sex and, eventually, fantasies. He had eventually gotten me to admit that I would like to be bare fucked by someone else and that I had been reading about anonymous sex, "pump and dump" as it was called. He enjoyed my light duty fantasies but seemed to keep circling back to getting me to flesh out my fantasies about being fucked raw by guys I didn't know and taking their cum. That's what led me to being in this room with six other guys and Paul's friend who seemed to be the guy in charge of this situation. "I'm going to explain what's about to happen tonight so everyone knows what they're getting into besides the fact you're going to be fucked bare and, likely leave here with cum in your respective asses." When I had been led into the room I had wondered who the bottoms were and who were the tops. Shortly I realized us seven were the bottoms. "We've got ten horny tops tonight for this party. I know two of them personally, met three of them at a few of these parties. The other five I don't know at all other than they were referred by trusted friends. You won't know their names and, since you'll all be blindfolded during the breeding, you won't even see them." He continued, "Now for how we're going to do it. To make things interesting, this isn't going to be a simple fuck and breed situation. We've got ten tops and we're going to make this interesting for you and them both. Once you're all situated on the benches, the tops are going to come in and work out who starts with which one of you about to be cum-dumps. Once his cock is inside you, I'm going to start music playing. While the music plays, your top is going to fuck you. At various intervals, I'm going to stop the music. At that point he's going to pull out and each top is going to move to the next hole and enter, waiting for the music to restart. That way each of you gets fucked by each of the tops. Once the music restarts he'll start fucking you. If he cums, he's to stay inside you until the music stops. Once he cums, one of the other tops will join the fucking circle." "Now," he stopped and looked each of us in the eyes directly and seriously, "here's the one thing you all need to understand before we start. Once we start the party and the 'Musical Ass' party, we're going to be here until the last top finishes. You are here to serve as cum receptacles and will be used as long as one of them is hard and wanting to breed you. I know for a fact that three of the tops I'm familiar with is able to supply five loads in under an hour. Once the fucking starts, you have NO say in it. Your ass is there for the use of any and all of these tops. If they cum, it's in you. Understand that, accept it, or leave now." He looked dead serious. I took a deep breath and thought about it. For some reason, the idea of being fucked by somebody I didn't know, might never see again and knew absolutely nothing about simply excited me to no end. I had to do this without knowing why. Two of the guys suddenly shook their heads and told him that they didn't want any of this and wanted to go. Surprisingly, he didn't take offense or get angry. He simply told them fine and if they ever changed their minds, let him know. He turned back to the remain four and me saying, "Well, that increases all your odds of leaving with cum in your ass and the amount. Okay, I can't really promise that you'll all be bred, but I can promise that you'll all be fucked and fucked a lot." We glanced at each other some smiling and sharing a feeling of bottom camaraderie. "Okay cum-dumps, strip down, if you're wearing jocks you can keep them on if you like but you need to be naked otherwise except for the blindfolds which are on that table over there. Get ready and I'll be back shortly to take you each to your fuck bench and secure you down. Lube up, popper up, just be ready in about five minutes or so." I was terrified once I was strapped in place, unable to see and knowing my bare ass was fully exposed and available for whoever or whatever was about to happen. Then I heard the door open and his voice. "Gentlemen, and by that I mean you Tops, here are five cum-dumps for your use and this evening's entertainment. They know that you're going to fuck each and every one of them and some of them will be rewarded with your cum if they please you. You do know the rules and know that once the music stops you pull out of that cum-dump's hole and move to the next one, enter him and wait for the music to start fucking. If you cum during the music, you push all the way in and wait for the music to stop. Raise your hand so I'll know You can take a seat, rest and enjoy the show, knowing that these cum-dumps are being used as they should and see if you're ready to rejoin the breeding circle." I was glad I had lubed up liberally to the point of it nearly running down my legs. The top that chose me was larger than Paul and it was uncomfortable but tolerable as he entered me. I was happy when I felt his pelvis meet my ass. I wasn't sure I would have been able to accept anymore cock. Then the music started. He pulled slowly out and thrust his entire length back into me with very little pain. Shortly I was enjoying his steady rhythm and took a shot of poppers. My eyes were closed and I was thinking just how different it felt from Paul fucking me. Different but I was enjoying him immensely when the music stopped. I took a deep breath as he pulled out. I had been enjoying it and, for some reason, had forgotten the rules of 'the game' and had expected to be fucked and filled with cum. I felt a pair of fingers probing my ass, then a surprisingly large cock head against my anus. It was momentarily uncomfortable until it popped through then I realized that it was the head of his cock that was large, not the whole thing. Once inside he was pleasing me with a few cheat strokes before the music restarted. "Tops Ready?" came the question just before the music restarted. This guy was completely different in his fucking style. He would stroke fast, then suddenly slow then deep and shallow. His changing his rhythm kept my attention since I couldn't simply drop into a mindless trance and simply enjoy what was being done to my ass. It was a bit disturbing but I took another shot of my poppers and tried to anticipate what he was going to do next and work my hole on his cock. I heard his breathing getting deeper and a light growl out of him just as the music stopped. The head of his cock didn't hurt as much pulling out as it had going in. Damn, still no cum. Another cock slid slowly into my ass. This one wasn't unusual in any fashion. He was smaller than Paul and a bit shorter. I attempted to tease him by squeezing him with my anal muscles. He responded by slapping my ass. The music restarted after the 'tops ready' question. This guy stroked slow and methodically, steady as a metronome. His fucking let me relax into the mindlessness I like when being fucked. I started to take another shot of the poppers but decided to pace myself since his cock fit me perfectly. He surprised me by interrupting his perfect rhythm then plunging into me and holding his pelvis against my ass. I thought I felt something warm inside me and was wondering if he had just cum. Just then the music stopped. "We have our first breeding of the night." I heard our host announce. Was it me? Was it someone else. I heard the guy still in me whisper, "I hope you got what you wanted." It was me! The rest of the evening was mind-boggling and, somewhat, a blur. Without vision and very little speech, it was hard to keep track of time or events. I know I felt cock after cock entering my ass, fucking me, which was far easier after that first load of cum I received. My hole relaxed to the intrusions except for one top who was significantly larger than the rest. I was uncomfortable every time I ended up his bottom which ended up being several times as the night progressed. I know for a fact I got two loads from that fat cock since I heard him grunt, then tell me to, "Take every drop Boy!" as he plunged his monster into my increasingly sore hole. I was tired and nearly about to be sleep fucked when the host announced that the 'game' was over and asked the tops if they were sure. I had noted that I wasn't getting ploughed as often or as long but was so tired I almost missed the obvious. The poppers hadn't helped keep me that sharp. I was tired, sore and, sweaty. My thighs were sticky. I was just ready to go home. The host released each of us in turn and led us each, one at a time, to a shower and told us to wait in the next room. There were cold drinks and I grabbed two beers then called Paul to come pick me up as I sat in the waiting area where we had been told what to expect for the evening. I was tired, elated, and still wondering if I was out of my mind for what I had just done. I had just very recklessly allowed myself to be totally used by men I didn't know and might never see again and had loved every minute of it. Our host came into the room and called to us all, thanking us all for staying for a moment while the tops were all leaving. He conversed with us all, asking us how we were feeling, had we enjoyed ourselves, was it what we had felt it would be, would we like to do it again? Those sort of questions. It seemed that we all pretty much agreed with one hold out, that we'd all love to be invited back for the next party. He smiled and seemed very pleased then a pained look came over his face. "I do have something I need to tell you all that I didn't know about beforehand because we don't normally ask about status but I was told by one of the tops just before he left that he was just notified earlier this week that he was HIV positive with a high viral count. The problem is that I don't know which of you he bred or how many. He told me that he only managed to cum once tonight but, since he failed to tell us his status, he might be lying about how many of you he bred."

I'd become addicted to meeting married guys. Even though I knew it was morally wrong, my dick didn't care. Neither did my asshole. Whenever I would chat with a guy who was "discrete" I would inevitably ask them if they were married. I think my brain hoped that they weren't, so that I could hook up guilt-free. But my ass would hope that they were married, so I could get fucked by a married man. There was something so hot about a guy, married to a woman, with children of his own, raising a family. A man so confident in his ability to manipulate those around him, to fuck a fag like me. After my first couple hook ups with married men, I desired to be their piece on the side. They can take it or leave it, but my ass was open to them. I met up with a construction worker, who was currently staying at his friend's place while working a job. His wife and kids were back home miles away, and I released myself to him with abandon. We kissed furiously within the first seconds of greeting each other. I couldn't get enough of his buff physique, hairy in some places and smooth in others, with skin bright red from working in the sun shirtless. After some hot foreplay, he made a move to fuck me. I asked if he had any condoms, and he said he wanted to fuck me raw. I appreciated a man who stated what he wanted. No bullshitting or lying like, "oh I forgot to buy condoms sorry!" He wanted to ride me bareback and made it known. I weakly protested, but he only smirked as he playfully wrestled me down. I tried pushing back against him, to see how far he would go. He wrangled me face down, ass up, his thick hand holding my neck. Using only a couple globs of spit, he sank his girth into me, and I squealed into the sheets. At last, I felt like was home again. Being filled by a man, a real man. A man who's dick has probably fucked many men and woman, including his wife. The same dick that has brought children into the world. In a weird way I wished his seed would make me pregnant, marking me as his property. I loved getting dominated like that. His hand held my neck down, choking me as he brutally fucked and seeded my ass. After he came, I massaged his cock with my ass, milking it for all I could get. We met up frequently before he finished his job and went back home. I knew it would eventually end, and that was all part of the allure to me. Am I fucked up?

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The next two weeks weren't quite the living hell I had expected. I did a lot of reading and contacted a local clinic listed as "Gay Friendly." Since it looked as though I had been infected, I felt that I needed to learn as much as possible so I could deal with what I had done. Still, I wanted more. I tried but couldn't reach Paul most of the first week which I took badly. I couldn't bring myself to check for any hookups. I was oscillating between wanting to be fucked and not wanting to move at all. Still, I found myself wanting more of what had caused all my new, major problem. I corrected myself. The situation provided the problem, I knew and had accepted the risk and had participated willingly. After contacting the clinic, the soonest appointment I could get was a bit over two weeks from the time I contacted. I just couldn't bring myself to believe a drug store test kit, but still wasn't holding out hope. A week and half after the last party, I got a message inviting me to another party. My first reaction was fuck it. Two hours later I had decided. If I was positive, how much more infected could I get? I wanted to be a cum-dump again. I texted back. I found myself a bit early and wondering if anyone else was going to show up or if I was going to be the single cum-dump for the night. That idea DID excite me in a strange way which make me wonder how many tops were lined up for the evening. Shortly another guy younger than me was ushered in. As with last time, he was younger and better looking, I felt. If the tops were the one making the choices, then I might be losing out. Before long two other guys showed up, one nearly my age and the other young and more fit than me. "Cum-dumps," came the now familiar voice of our host. "Hmm," he glanced at me and welcomed me back. "Tonight we've got twelve tops looking to use you for their pleasure. I was considering letting it be a round robin circle of musical asses again, but decided to do tonight what didn't happen last time. In other words, in this case, since there are four of you then twelve tops mean three each randomly assigned to fuck and breed you until they can't go anymore. How does that sound? Interested?" I was somewhat disappointed at the idea of ONLY three but hoped they would be multi-orgasmic. "Good, but conscience forces me to tell you all that we have two HIV positive tops tonight. Both volunteered the information. One is on meds which means that the likelihood of infection is negligible, nearly as safe as a negative top. On the other hand, the other positive top is not on meds and potentially infectious. I just felt you should know." The older guy and one of the younger guys glanced at each other. Shortly there were two of us. "You two are sure you understand the situation? Now that it's just you two, then that means six tops will be randomly assigned to each of you and you'll be their cum-dumps for the evening till they can't cum anymore. " I nodded. "Okay, then, let's make this happen." Shortly I was in the now familiar position, secured to the fucking bench with my ass liberally lubed for the start of the breeding party. I knew at I was about to get at least six loads and hoped they were all capable of breeding me twice. I weighed in my mind that if I got the positive top I'd be taking more infectious cum but, since I'm already probably positive, the kit said so, what the hell? "Gentlemen!" Our host's voice rang out after a door opened. "I had planned and attempted to arrange more cum-dumps for your use, but things fell through. I hope you find tonight's entertainment acceptable. Keep in mind that both of these cum-dumps know that they are here to service you and take any and all loads you provide them. There are to be no pull-outs, when you cum, shoot it completely inside them. They are cum-dumps and want your cum and as much as you are willing to gift them with. Please step to the center of the room and we'll work out which cum-dump you're gifting. Since there are two, we're assigning six of you to each and feel free to use them until you're done tonight. No limit other than your ability. It was completely different from the first two times I had been an anonymous cum-dump here. It was, however, similar to the last time when I was the sole hole. I just found myself almost jealous of not being the complete center of attention. I suppose some might have considered it humiliating to be letting man after man shoving their cocks into their ass and shooting their cum into them. Not me. I loved it since I felt that I was serving a purpose and supplying pleasure for a horny male and was happy for their horny attention. Normally I would have been hitting the poppers far more heavily but this time I was trying to keep track of how many times I was being fucked and how many loads I was taking. I was hitting the poppers as I heard the top fucking me at that moment start grunting and feeling his rhythm faltering. His pelvis met mine and held there and I paid momentary attention and drifted back to that mindlessness that I had learned to love during these gang fucks. I snapped for another shot of poppers and something crossed my mind. That thought escaped as I felt the vial against my nose and took a breath for each nostril. I knew I had just taken another load of raw cum into my ass and felt a warm glow at that thought. I felt at that moment I knew for sure what my role in life was. I was a cum receptacle for horny tops. I was a bit fuzzy for a moment and resumed counting. I had been fucked four times and something nagged at me about that last top. That thought slid away instantly when the next top took his place in my ass. Despite my haze and the amount of cum in my ass acting as the perfect lube, I needed to control my breathing as he slid into me. He was the largest cock that had ever invaded my ass and the lube and fucking hadn't prepared me for him. I heard myself whimpering and tried to keep from crying out for him to take it easy. I snapped for the poppers and hit them three or four times and took several deep breaths. His invasion of my ass slowed shortly and, I felt his hands clenching my hips as he buried his huge organ inside me. There was no question I had just been bred by him. By my count, I had been fucked eleven times and, almost felt a bit of regret that that monster cocked top hadn't taken a second round with me. Almost. Still, I guessed that I had been bred every time, hoped I had. I wanted every drop. Greedy as I was, I was still satisfied and somewhat shaky when I felt someone releasing the straps and leading me back to the bottom's waiting area. I was asked if I wanted to shower but I declined, telling him I wanted to keep all the cum as long as possible and loved seeing the stains in my underwear and jeans. I had mixed feelings during the drive home. I was soulfully satisfied at how the evening had gone and had loved every minute of it. I was enjoying the thought that there had been eleven loads of cum put into me by horny men that simply wanted to gain sexual relief and I was happy to have given them that service. I was about ten minutes from home when I got a text from Paul. I called him and he asked if he could come by. I came straight clean with him and told him where I had been tonight. He was silent for a long moment. I asked if he still wanted to drop by and the silence continued. I was just about to hang up when I heard a quiet, "Yes, I do."

Went over to a hot bottom's place this afternoon, expecting to give him a quick load. During our Grindr chat, he was clear he was all bottom, despite his thick 8.5" cock. I arrived, and he insisted on giving me a relaxing massage. While rubbing me down in a jock, his hard cock kept grazing my ass. I flipped him over, and got in a 69 position, with his tongue buried in my hole. After my hole and his cock are all wet, I turn around and grind my ass on his rock hard cock while we make out. It's clear that this bottom now wants my ass. He hands me some fresh poppers, I slap some lube on my hole, and sit on his cock. He pushes every inch inside, and I start riding him hard. He got incredibly verbal, pushing me on my back and deep dicking my hole, telling me his going to breed me deep. I've gone from top to submissive cum slut, begging for his load. He bred me deep and I shot all over his face. As I left, all he said was "enjoy my cum, slut" and slapped me on the ass. Never discussed status, and still filled with his load.

Uncle Jim Alex was a budding drug user that was will initiated to meth use by being thrown in the deep end with generous slams. That first night Alex was well fucked that first night and he loved every second, inch and cc of what he got that night. Sure it was most likely the drugs, but Alex was already experimenting with pot, the leap to crystal was easy for Uncle Jim to get him to make. Alex was receptive to the drugs, what he wasn't aware of was the fact that Uncle Jim was HIV positive and the points his uncle used to slam him with were needles that his uncle had used before to slam himself. Uncle Jim wasn't taking any chances, Alex was going to be his HIV son. Alex crashed for the next couple of days after his first night partying. It didn't take long before Alex began to feel 'under the weather'. Uncle Jim cared for his nephew as he kept Alex in bed although he wanted to see his friend Nick. He had learned a lot from his uncle and wanted to share his good friend. While Alex was recovering from the fuck flu, unaware that he was becoming toxic himself, he asked his uncle to teach him how to slam himself. Uncle Jim let his nephew know hat there are several ways to do Tina and he will teach him every way as long as he could join him when he got Nick high. Uncle Jim had a plan and Alex was interested. A couple days after Alex was feeling better he invited Nick over to smoke some primo weed. Right before Nick arrived he took a couple bite pills his uncle gave him that would help him get (and stay) hard. They lit up the joint with Alex urging Nick to take large hits as he took small hits. This gave Nick more of the joint that had an ample supply of Tina. As the two got high, Nick higher than Alex, Alex had his moment to ask how Nick was enjoying the pot. Nick was loving the pot as he smoked the last of the joint. Alex moved in so that he could make his move I his friend. Nick was receptive to his friend's advancements. When Alex put his mouth on his friend's 6 1/2" cock hit gave him access to Nick's virgin ass. Alex knew what he had to do to get his friend higher and more receptive to the advancements he was making. This distraction made it easy for Alex to slip a couple small shards into Nick's hole. Nick felt the sight burn As Alex played with his hole. Despite the burn Nick was feeling he was starting to enjoy the attention his ass was getting. This allowed Alex to slip more of his finger (and more Tina) further into his hungry hole. While the drugs and stimulation were working his mind Alex moved on to the next step in the plan, planting the seed to get higher. Nick was very open to going hover just as Alex had done the night of his birthday. A little more Tina in his hole and Alex's suction in his cock had Nick practically begging to go higher. Uncle Jim had a plan Alex didn't know about which was to use a point that he used in when he taught Alex how to slam a couple days before knowing that this dirty point would bring Nick into their new family. The points were already prepared when Alex pulled them out from where he had them stashed along with a tourniquet. Nick watched with fascination as Alex fixed the rubber tourniquet on his left, muscular bicep. Without saying a word he used an alcohol prep on a prominent vein and quickly stuck the point in before Nick could say anything. There was the brief flash of blood before the large slam was emptied. When the tourniquet was pulled off Nick felt the drug move up his arm and into his chest causing him to cough as he rode his first rush. Nick never noticed that his 7" hard on had disappeared as Uncle Jim appeared and stated to rim Nick's hungry hole. This gave Alex an opportunity to give Nick his cock to suck as he prepared his own slam. Nick want and to watch as Alex administered his own slam. He fixed his tourniquet, swabbed a his vein then did his point home. With Uncle Jim's teaching, Alex made that this slam a lot milder compared to the his first slam and the one Nick had just received. Alex coughed out as he began to ride his own rush while Uncle Jim prepared Nick's hole fit Alex to fuck. Alex and Uncle Jim traded places allowing Alex to position his death stick at Nick's neg hole. Alex paused a moment as he began to reflect on the consequences of what he was wait to do, fuck a poz load inside his hunk of a friend. The thought of knocking his friend up just as his uncle had done to him. A reflected on the news when his uncle told him that he had pozzed his ass. This actually brought Alex and his Uncle Jim close. Alex fucked his friend with a passion and dropped a good size load into his friend. After he had drained his cock Uncle Jim took his place ass fucked Alex's toxic sperm deeper into Nick's formerly virgin (and soon to be poz) ass. They all had more slams as the afternoon progressed into night into the next day. Nick had been away from home longer than he had planned. This caused his parents to worry. When he finally returned home his parents wanted to ground the 19 year old. Nick wouldn't hear any of what his parents were telling him. He had been pondering this moment ever sine he admitted to himself at the age of 10 that he was gay. He went to his room, packed his things, went to his parents and told then he was gay and walked out the door.

I had to go back once I learned there was going to be another breeding party. Despite the possibility that I might have gotten a load or more of positive cum and my blood running cold when I saw the invitation on my phone, I knew I would go back. I had to have that bare cock. I began obsessing about being semi bound and waiting for the cock and knowing that once the music stopped, a completely different cock would be inside me, about to fuck me, maybe leave a load inside my ass before the music stops. His cock would remain inside me until the music stops. I wanted that again. I had lost count of how many loads I had taken and still didn't know if I had taken a load from the poz guy. I just wanted more. I was torn about telling Paul. Our relationship hadn't been anything more than fuck-buddies but I sort of felt I should have told him about my going back. Almost as a thank you for introducing me to the guy that was organizing the parties. I didn't. I just went. "I'm glad to see some of the bottoms from the last party back. Welcome back. " I didn't recognize anyone but those of us that had participated nodded. There was more than five of us this time. "I'm about to explain the rules to tonight's party which are different than last time. This time, of course, you'll all still be blindfolded so that you'll still be fucked anonymously. You won't know anything about the tops fucking you." I trembled at the thought, aroused as hell. "You'll all be strapped to the fucking benches as before, but this time you'll be completely strapped down. Your hands will be secured this time as well. Those who use poppers will have access to that by snapping your fingers. You'll be served. Anything else, let Charles here know." I made sure I could snap my fingers. "Now, " he got very serious, "Here's the caveat. Tonight we only have three tops. You'll all be fucked, so don't worry about that. You might not get cum tonight, that's part of the problem tonight. The other thing you need to know ahead of time is that one of the three tops is HIV positive. He's told us ahead of time. So if that is a deal breaker you need to leave now." No one left. Surprisingly, I was one of them still. I don't want to get HIV. I don't know if it was the host or Charles that led me to my fuck bench, but they did know how to secure me to it. I wasn't able to move anything but my head. I snapped my fingers and a vial of poppers met my nose quickly. I took a huge shot of them and waited for the rush. "All right Bottoms!" Our host announced, "We are about to start, so here are the rules. There are 6 bottoms being serviced by three Tops. Ordinarily that would mean some of you might not get a load of cum. All three tops tonight are multi-orgasmic so there's a much better chance you'll all get at least one load tonight. Keep in mind that one of these multi-shooters is HIV positive so there's a chance that at least one of you could leave here infected tonight. Good luck however you take that statement." I snapped my fingers again, trying to deal with the idea that I might leave here tonight positive. The rush of the poppers made my hole tingle. "Tonight I'm going to use the 'Musical Asses' idea, just a little different. Tonight I'm going to stop the music after a minute so that the top can service as many of you as possible tonight. Tops, choose your bottoms." I took a deep breath, hoping I would be chosen to start. I wasn't. I heard the music stop and took a deep breath against the hope I was one of the top's next hole. I still wasn't. The music restarted. I could hear sounds of raw, male on male sex. I heard bottoms grunting and, presumably the verbal responses from the tops. The music stopped again and my eyes went wide behind the blindfold. I felt the head of the top's head against my hole and slowly thrust completely into me. I was full. His cock filled me with absolutely no pain but just a bit of knowing something was there that didn't belong. I loved it and told him so. Apparently I was too loud. "Bottoms will remain quiet or be gagged, is that understood?" I felt the organ probing my ass throb. The music restarted and he began fucking me by slowly pulling almost completely out and thrusting as deep as possible. I was guessing I was the third hole his cock had been in so far and was hoping to make him cum by working my anal muscles. He moaned slightly just before the music stopped. Dammit! Two more music cycles and no cock. I was becoming frustrated at this party but knew I couldn't do anything about it at this point. Next stop of the music found a cock slipping into me easily. He wasn't very large, but was rather long. It was a bit uncomfortable with his cock completely inside me once his pelvis met my ass but, after snapping my fingers and getting two large hits of poppers, I decided I loved his cock. I loved it even more once the music restarted. For some reason, despite the initial discomfort, once he pulled back and thrust back in, he hit some magic spot that almost made me orgasm. That feeling didn't last but he hit that magic point often enough that I was almost ready to shoot a load myself when the music stopped. He held himself inside me long enough to make me hope he was shooting his load. If he did, he didn't indicate it, nor did the host. I found myself somewhat disappointed with this party since I wasn't getting the amount of cock I had during the previous party. That was when the host's words ran through my mind again. " Keep in mind that one of these multi-shooters is HIV positive so there's a chance that at least one of you could leave here infected tonight." All the sudden I wasn't so sure I wanted cum in my ass. "Tops," he suddenly announced, "I'm going to change the rules here a bit. Have any of you cum yet?" Apparently none of them had. "Since all of you have had the opportunity to sample all of the bottoms, I'm sure you might have decided which ones you want to breed. I'm now going to stop the music at my discretion, but you get to choose which bottoms you fuck. Is that acceptable?" Apparently it was. I felt a cock enter my ass and settle, pelvis against my ass. "The only thing now is that once you've cum, you have to move to one of the other bottoms. Let's be fair to them all, since these cum-dumps have come here to serve you and take you without ever knowing who you are. Perhaps you might consider rewarding them all." Once the music started, I remembered the way this particular top had fucked me and worked my anal muscles despite that quietly nagging thought that I might be trying to work a load of cum out of an HIV positive cock. I snapped my fingers, took a huge shot of poppers and relaxed to the fucking. Since I had done the poppers that heavily, I hadn't realized that our host had let the music run longer. I didn't hear my present top change his breathing and he wasn't particularly vocal, but I suddenly guessed that he had bred me when he plunged into me and held my ass tight to his pelvis for quite a bit of time. I think I felt a warmth inside me and hoped that he had just cum while also hoping he wasn't the positive top. Once the music stopped, our host announced the first breeding of the night. I felt a warm feeling about my being the first but was still concerned about the HIV. "We have our first breeding of the night! The top might take a few minutes to rest and rejoin but we are going to continue for the other two." Apparently, out of order I felt a cock plunge into my ass before the music restarted. I was happy to have it but, suddenly, realized that, if the other guy wasn't the positive, this one might be. I snapped my fingers again. Apparently this top was that close to cumming. I felt him grabbing my hips and holding himself into my ass for a noticeable time before the music stopped. Our host announced the second breeding of the night. He had, absolutely, cum in me. The tops were apparently multi-orgasmic. Either that or there were some tops that our host hadn't told us about and sneaked them in. I ended up fucked four or five more times and, puzzling to me, apparently got bred three more times that evening. This evening wasn't as physically demanding as the previous party and I was pretty much aware of what was happening. I know for a fact that I had taken at least four loads of cum from the tops. I had conflicting feelings since I wanted to be fucked bare and take loads inside me but didn't really want to be infected. "Bottoms!" Our host announced, "We're about to have the final round since the tops have told me that they've got to leave soon. I'm going to let them breed whichever bottom they choose to, no music, no time limit. The ones not being fucked to breed will be released to the waiting area so that they can leave if they wish." I snapped my fingers, got my shot of poppers, not sure if I was hoping to be chosen or released. I felt a hand on my ass just before his cock plunged into my slick, sloppy ass. I took a deep breath or three once I accepted I was going to be one of the last three bred and was going to get another load of cum. I was just praying that he wasn't the positive one. "Tops," he finally announced, "Let the final breeding begin." I felt the top's cock pull slowly out and plunge in. This was the fucking I was far more used to. Once the cock was plunging in and out, I knew I was going to get cum. Paul had led me to love being fucked bare and I had quickly learned to love having him shooting his hot load of cum inside me. Now I was just a cum-slut taking cock from a man I didn't know, hadn't seen, knew nothing about and was enjoying taking every inch of his cock as it plunged into and pulled out. I forced myself to control my breathing while waiting for him to finish. I had no idea how many times this top had cum but knew that it always took longer after cumming. Though I was enjoying the fucking, I was beginning to wonder if my top had overestimated his ability to deliver another load of cum. Suddenly his rhythm faltered and I felt him meet my ass. This time I was sure I felt a load of cum being shot into my ass. I took a short breath and snapped my fingers for the poppers which were under my nose immediately. As the rush of the poppers flowed over me I heard him telling me, "I hope you got what you wanted." My blood ran cold.

LOUISVILLE - Had the pleasure of hosting a 30 yr old skinny cumdump from Cincinnati today. We started at noon with him getting 2 loads from a 25 year old sexy guy. Then it was another sexy guy in his 20's as well, along with a load from me. He would have 4 tops several tops thru the day fucking him at a time. I think we counted 12 different tops giving him 18 loads. However, when we recounted, I think it was actually 20 loads. His hole was super slippery!! Great cum dump. Will see if the videos I shot were good enough to post on XTube. No promises! Sold my house today --- moving to Ft. Lauderdale at the end of the month!!

Jaeger fucked Tanner without cumming for a good fifteen minutes, exploring the depths of his hole with his massive cock until he had Tanned screaming into the palms clasped around his mouth. Jaeger had found Tanner's prostate, and was angling his thrusts to hit it violently till tears ran down Tanner's perfect, jock face. Jaeger reached around to Tanner's captive sack, it was heavy with his unspent sperm, painful to even the slightest touch. Jaeger felt Tanner's hole tighten as he grabbed the boys super sensitive, cum filled balls. "Yes. Good boy...full of sperm" Jaeger said through more sharp thrusts, biting the boys ears. He pulled his dick out from the vacuum of the kids ass. It was coated in thick cum and ass mucus. "Suck me clean" he ordered Tanner immediately complied as one of Bruno's house twinks came out "Everything is ready sir" he said, trying not to make eye contact with his Spanish master. "Good" Jaeger said. "Baby boy, you step in my house you are mine...Yes? You understand? Yes" He gently slapped Tanner who nodded eagerly, mouth still sucking his own ass juices of Jaeger's cock. "Fuck him up" Jaeger said pulling his glistening dick away from Tanner 30 minutes later, Tanner was trussed up in a sling in Jaeger's dungeon. A cocktail of drugs pumped into his veins, a gold collar on around his neck and his perfectly shaved hole exposed and pulsing with heat and desire. As the men of the party filtered into the dark room, I couldn't help but take up a position near the back, I was excited to fuck our prize when he was good and loose and full of sperm. There was thumping music playing as one by one Tanner took cock after cock...no one pulled out and any drop of cum that wasn't deposited in his belly was fed to him from fingers or dicks. He must have had the potent seed of about 30 men before he started to look tired and another dose of Jaeger's special cocktail of drugs hard wired were administered to hard wire him awake. I took up position, and slid without resistance up my conquest's hole. The walls of his ass were thick with cum, it was glorious, no more friction or tightness but perfect, warm folds of jock ass stretched to delight so that you could feel the boy shuddering with every breath. I grabbed his hips, ground up into him and unleashed another hot load up him. "Too fucking good boy" I moaned as Jaeger sauntered through the crowd, smiled at me and motioned for his turn. I pulled out, happy to oblige. No sooner had he got up to the boy then I saw the massive dildo in his hand. This must have been a good 12 inches long and 5 inches thick. He pushed down on Tanner's tight abs and shoved the toy home. Tanner moaned deeply as inch by inch vanished into his teen cunt. Jaeger was pleased and as the final inch disappeared smiled evily. Slowly, he fucked the boy long and hard with that impossible dildo whilst Tanned moaned for more. "Ok" Jaeger said finally He ripped the cum soaked toy out the boys now gaping hole and directed someone near the kids head to shove it down his throat. As the Tanner tried to accommodate the toy in his throat Jaeger did something that nearly made me cum. Before Tanner's gaping pussy could wink itself shut, he casually starting working his fist up the boy, it didn't even take a minute before I swear we all heard the pop as Tanner swallowed the fist...first gay experience and the boy was being fisted, hard! I was so proud. 30 minutes of fisting passed...not once did Jaeger pull out. Finally, when he did, Tanner's gape was so beautiful...like a blossoming rise pulsing with white cum. Jaeger shoved his dick into the warm flower and fucked it back into place until he deposited his own load. Before the night was over Tanner dropped cum from every orifice and glistened with hot sperm. In fact the only person who hasn't cum was Tanner. Having taken eveeone at least once...Jaeger released the boy's clamp, located his prostate in his wrecked hole and milked the boy for neg load after neg load till he was spent. "Next time you shoot boy, you'll be family" Jaeger said...as I watched I couldn't help but hope he'd share my genes...but we wouldn't know who was the lucky daddy for a while...

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.

Thought it would be nice if all the BBoys of scandinavia could gather and say hi in this thread... Vers bttm from denmark here

I went down South to find a black dude who told me he organizes monthly conversion parties. I agreed up front to reimburse him for his troubles. He instructed me to meet him at his business warehouse the following day at 7:30. He also mentioned I would not be the only neg bottom there. When I showed up at the warehouse in a God forsaken neighborhood I wasn't sure if I was going to proceed, and was in the act of turning around to make my departure when I saw a young black stud coming toward me. "Where you goin'?" he asked. "Home." "Why?" he asked, and as he stepped closer to continued saying "You should go right in. Not only will the guys like you, you'll have a good time and you won't regret it, 'specially 'cause we never get enough white guys to go around!" As he spoke, he slid his hand up the ass panel of my rather loose shorts and slid his finger up inside my hole, adding, "By the way, my name is Terick." Well, Terick's powers of persuasion were enough to convince me to turn around and enter the warehouse. When Terick and I got to the door we were immediately buzzed in. The interior of the warehouse was generally dark, smelly and dirty. A group of lockers (with no locks) were grouped against the wall. "Go ahead, strip down," Terick instructed, waiting for me to comply, and as I did, he through my clothing into locker no. 31. Then he also stripped down. His big cock was already rising. "You poz?" I asked, and he nodded 'yes', but when I bent over to taste his pole, he withdrew slightly, and gestured for me to follow him. Passing through another doorway, we entered a more brightly illuminated area where I saw about thirty naked men, most of whom were black, and several of whom cat-called 'White Meat'. I was overwhelmed, but I stumbled into the room and ended-up in a line that read "Neg Bottoms Only." There were about ten bottoms, two of us, white. An older black dude who was standing at the front of the line went down the line of bottoms, a Sharpie in his right hand whereas his left hand was clearly (and liberally) coated with Vaseline. He stuck his fingers in the first guy's ass, then wrote a T on the guy's ass cheek, going down the line doing this to everyone, but the ass of some bottoms he wrote an S and on others a T. He got to the white guy in front of me, buried his fingers into the guy's ass and smiled, writing an S on the guy's ass. Then he got to me, finger-fucked me and wrote a T on my ass. I asked "What's that for?" "Tight or sloppy. So you get the right-sized butt plug after you take some dirty seed," he explained with a laugh, adding, however, "To be honest, most white guys are an S by the time they leave." I was scared and ready to bolt, but in looking at the guys in the Poz Top line, I saw so many enticing cocks, my libido won-out. We went a little further in to a cement-walled shower in which there was a stainless steel douche mounted in the wall. The several guys bolted rather than go through with it, but five guys, including me, douched themselves. Truth be known, I had douched before I left the house, so had no qualms douching again. When I in front of the line, I told the thug I had douched earlier, but he must have taken some pleasure in administering douches because he literally pushed me on to the nozzle and blasted the water, which was fucking cold as hell. Now, the shock of icy cold water pouring into my ass got me thinking 'I'm out of here', but before I could act, I saw the next step in the process, and was intrigued. A big ugly black dude with big fucking lips, (I love to kiss black dudes with big lips) was seated on folding chair with a small tooth brush. The black guy was apparently tasked with roughing-up the asses of the bottoms, because he was using a tooth brush to abrade the bottoms' holes. We lost two more guys, including the only other white guy. I was last in line so when I bent over and the guy pushed the tooth brush up inside my ass, it was caked with the scum from the other guys' asses. Steeling myself, I bent over and felt him brush me but he kept going and wouldn't pull it out for a long time, saying "You're the only white meat left. You will be convert today in one session - for sure." Now I admit I was a bug chaser and I wanted to convert, but now was having second thoughts about subjecting myself to the tops at this gathering. The black dude Terick came over to me after my hole was brushed and led me up to a plywood partition with a sling. He told me to lay back into the sling and he handcuffed my arms to the chains, asking if I wanted the hood? "Fuck no! I want to see who is pozzing me." Terick laughed saying "You're going to wish you had the hood when your done, Daddy. My buddies are going to gut your white hole tonight. These brothers love white meat!" I was both scared and excited. Terick came back and asked me "Do you need anything before I open your booth to the Poz Tops?" "No, where are all Poz cocks?" Laughing, he replied "Yeah, that's what you paid for!" Terick opened the door and the black dudes swarmed into the little cube. They were all hung. One guy stuffed his dick down my throat and I started sucking. I was distracted but then felt a big cock push up inside me. I pulled the dick out of my mouth and asked "You fucking me raw?" "Fuck yeah. No rubbers at a conversion party." "No, I'm done. I want out." I wanted so bad to take poz loads and yet I was chickening-out. "I want out!" The mean ass black dude came over to me and asked "What the fuck are you was doing?" "Quitting," I answered. He grabbed my hair and shook his fist in my face and menacingly snarled "You are the only white meat I got. You ain't going anywhere. You wanted to be converted, and that's what you'll get." Thinking quickly I said "I have to go take a dump." He replied "Well, take it it right here 'cause you not getting unlocked 'till all these guys who want some neg white ass get some." The big dude started pumping my hole again as another guy shoved his cock down my throat. Tears flowed, and the mucus in my throat slopped-out as I was raped. After a few minutes of hard mouth-fucking, the cock in throat blew. "Here comes some dirty HIV seed you wanted. Now, don't waste a drop, mother fucker!" I didn't. I sucked it all down. The big black thug in my ass was starting to burn up inside my raw white asshole. I knew he was leaking precum. "You poz?" I asked. "Fuck yeah, Daddy, and you won't need anymore loads than this to convert." "Please man, I changed my mind. Don't cum inside me!" "Fuck you, Daddy. I paid money to fuck a negative ass and you're getting charged-up real good." Just then he flooded my insides with dirty jizz. He pulled his cock out slowly and another dude went up in me. Not a single drop of the dirty jizz inside my white hole was wasted. The thug came over and wrung the rest of the cum out of his big black cock. "Lick it off. Taste this dirty man seed, mother fucker." It was over. I was sure I couldn't back at this point. My ass was full of millions of poz pollywogs working till there death to convert my hole to poz status. I licked the cum dripping from his cock as he forced me to tongue wash his black dick. Succumbing to the situation, I felt in my heart I had been pozzed. Reasoning it was too late to try to stop the process, I relaxed and gave myself to the other nineteen loads of poz jizz which exploded inside my ass. Afterwards the dude who organized the party approached me just before I left the warehouse, and commented "You sure got what you paid for. I'll see you back here in a month or so to get a special toxic tattoo above your asshole. It's my trademark for pozzing you." Yes! This was a real event, not a story.

Hey guys. Today has been a great day as I've finally been put on meds to treat my HIV. I have been talking to a few guys on here and they were wondering about my treatment so I look forward to being undetectable very soon. The medication I've been put on is Eviplera. Is there anyone on this medication? If so, how are you finding it? I'm going to take my first tablet after dinner, which will be very significant for me as it's the first real step to getting back to being myself again. So let me know if you've been on it, I'l be sure to keep people who havent started treatment yet updated on what it's like.

Last night my partner and I were feeling horny and went to what's locally called as the "Warehouse" party. This is a weekly private party that's basically a sex club and is in an small warehouse which has been converted to play space. Since there is no dedicated local play space, the Warehouse stands in. My partner was really intent on my being a bottom, saying he wanted me to see me used and breed all night. This is one of his bigger turn ons. We decided to go earlier than usual to have more time for play, so we arrived at 9:30, got naked and walked downstairs where there are a few slings, a bed and lots of areas to fuck. At the bottom of the stairs I found a nice, (possibly married) daddy, with whom I began playing, asking him if he wanted my dick in his ass. He replied he didn't think he could take it, and in any event, didn't fuck raw, so we started playing oral. While sucking him another daddy with a big dick came up, he slid in me without a word and shot a big load up my hole. Then more guys started stopping to check out the action, mostly daddies and a bear. Eventually the guys walked me over to the fuck bench. Married daddy stuck his dick in my mouth and then I proceeded to get fucked by many of the guys. My partner was nearby egging people on and telling them to nut up my slut hole. He told them I take every load. As one guy would pull out, another would slide in. This is something you read about often, but rarely have done in person. It was the first time I've been on a fuck bench letting guy after guy fuck my hole raw and not see who was in me. I lost count how many guys slid their raw dicks in me and shot, but thankfully my partner was keeping track. At the end of the nights, ten individual guys had slid into my ass, I had taken seven loads, many of the guys had fucked me more than once, and one guy came in me three times. Not surprisingly my hole was so wrecked it took me a while before I could get it up and slide into anyone, but eventually I fucked one guy, then played with the married guy again. Afterwards one more guy slid into my ass, then it was time to go. Today I'm hard and wanting more writing this.

I was putting my day off to good use, sprawled out by the pool of my apartment complex on a hot afternoon. I’d just climbed out of the water a few moments earlier and settled into some sunbathing when I heard voices approaching. At first I was annoyed that I no longer had the (rather small) pool area to myself, but very quickly changed my mind when I saw who’d arrived: a pair of young twinks who I hadn’t seen around the building before. One was tall and slim, with short blond hair, and the other was a much shorter, slightly more built guy who I couldn’t quite pin down — maybe a Latin-Asian mix? I felt more than slightly pervy doing the old “my sunglasses are on so you can’t tell where my eyes are” maneuver, checking them out as they pulled off their shirts and threw their belongings down. I can’t lie, at first I wondered if they were even legal — they didn’t look SO young, but you can be fooled — though I eventually realized that the shirts and hats they’d shed had UCLA logos on them. Between the voyeurism and the “are they legal?” question I was creeping myself out a bit, so I resolved to show some self-control, stop staring, and get back to relaxing. After a few minutes I’d clearly zoned out pretty good, because I was shaken awake by a sudden voice: “Hey, man — you using this?” It was the blond one; they’d climbed out of the pool and were both standing there, dripping, asking about the chair next to me. “No no, go right ahead,” I said. “Just me today.” “The sign says you should never use the pool alone,” he replied, smirking, pointing to the huge list of rules and regulations posted on the wall right next to me. I smiled. “My boyfriend’s out of town this week, alas. And he hates swimming anyway. I pretty much only ever get to use the pool when he’s not here.” “His loss,” said the other one, pulling the chair into place (and giving me an impressive look at his bent-over bubble ass as he did so). Deliberate? Maybe. I’d pegged these kids as just two straight friends at first, but figured I’d throw the boyfriend thing out there to see if they picked up on it. And I was starting to think they had. “Sorry it took me a sec to realize you were talking to me, by the way,” I continued. “I, uh, can’t lie, I’m a little stoned.” “Nice!” said the blond guy. “Dude, swimming stoned is the best. So fucking relaxing.” “I’ve never done it,” said his friend. “The next time I get weed we’re hanging out here all day.” Opportunities don’t come much bigger than that. “Actually,” I said, “I don’t mind sharing if you guys are cool. The bong’s already packed upstairs.” “Seriously? Yes please, damn. You don’t mind?” The blond guy was already sitting up in his chair. “Oh I’ve got plenty,” I said. “And, uh, I’m reasonably sure you’re not cops.” “No, no we are not,” he replied, with a huge, goofy grin. “Definitely not.” We collected our stuff and headed to my apartment, just a few doors down from the pool. Inside it was cool and dark, and I realized just how much I’d been sweating in the sun. I switched on the A/C as they entered behind me. The Latin guy laughed. “Yeah, you’ve been smoking in here, man. Smells amazing.” “Ha. I’ll have to air it out before the BF gets back. Bong and lighter are on the table, help yourselves, guys. I’m gonna be in the bathroom real quick.” The blond guy wasted no time taking a huge pull as I walked out of the room for a moment. In the bathroom, I adjusted the growing boner that was developing in my suit — I still wasn’t COMPLETELY sure this was going where I thought it might, so I didn’t want to freak them out. I figured my next move would be to offer them drinks to take down to the pool when they headed back, which would at least keep them in my apartment for a couple more minutes of flirting. I flushed the toilet to sound natural and headed out into the living room — —and caught the two of them on my couch with their tongues down each other’s throats, and the blond guy tweaking the stiff nipples of his smaller, built friend, who had a very clear boner tenting the front of his swim shorts. “Oh, shit,” said the blond kid, pulling back suddenly. “Sorry. That was weird.” “Sorry,” said his friend. “I, uh, I get horny really quick when I smoke.” “Don’t fucking stop on my account,” I said, grabbing the bong and taking a hit myself. They both smirked and turned back to each other; this time, the blond kid grabbed his friend’s crotch and started squeezing his hard cock through the fabric. I settled in next to them and started flicking his nipples just the way he apparently liked it. He moaned and immediately grabbed my face to pull me into a wet, sloppy kiss, with a lot of tongue. He was not kidding; weed made him insanely horny. The blond kid grabbed his friend’s shorts and pulled them down, freeing a thick, uncut brown cock with foreskin completely over the head, even though it was rock hard. Damn. As he climbed off the couch and got between his friend’s legs, I could see his own shorts pushing out in the front. He flipped down his waistband and hauled out a long, slightly up-curved cut cock with a bright red, pointed head. He swooped in and stuck his tongue into his friend’s foreskin, swooshing it around as he took firm hold of the base of that thick cock. His friend moaned into my mouth, and dropped his own hand onto my crotch, squeezing my own dick, which was trapped against one of my legs. “Oh fuck,” he said. “You’re hung, man.” I smiled. “Eight and thick,” I replied. Without missing a beat, the blond kneeling on the floor reached over and gave me a squeeze himself, then started pulling at my shorts. I let him take them down and my own throbbing, cut cock bounced back and slapped my stomach. The Latin guy groaned and spat in his hand, slicking me up and working me over, as his friend stopped tonguing the head of his boner and instead swallowed the whole thing, to the root, spit sliding down the shaft and pooling in his friend’s trimmed pubes. I enjoyed the show — and the handjob — as the two of them locked eyes, that thick Latin cock sliding in and out of the blond’s sucking mouth. He was beating his own meat pretty furiously. “We should definitely be going into the bedroom,” I said, standing up. They agreed. As we walked in, I headed to the nightstand and pulled out poppers, condoms (fished them out of the back of the drawer, since the BF and I don’t use them), and lube, the responsibility of any good host. The Latin immediately flopped on his back onto the bed, and the blond knelt up by his face, slapping his cock across his lips. Greedily, his friend sucked on the head, gradually working his way further down the shaft. I wanted my own turn sucking that uncut dick, and wasted no time getting between his thick brown thighs. He spread them wide and pushed his cock up into my mouth. It tasted amazing — still a slight funk under the foreskin, but nothing nasty, just enough to make it delicious. And he was a precummer, too — when I pulled back for a moment and squeezed his cock, a thick white drop pushed its way out and spread onto his knob, the foreskin quickly smearing it across the head. I pushed my tongue into his slit and dug out as much as I could. Meanwhile, the blond had found the poppers, and was alternating between taking hits and feeding them to his friend. Eventually they got around to offering them to me, and after a few good snorts I could feel my whole body warming up. The only thing I like quite as much as fucking on poppers is eating ass on poppers — and since this Latin kid was clearly relaxed and game for anything, I grabbed his thighs and pushed them up to expose his hole. It was incredible — brown and twitching, with a thick line of hair running down his taint and framing it on both sides, but completely hairless ass cheeks. I immediately spat onto his hole and dove in, hearing him moan around the long white cock in his mouth. His ass tasted even better than his cock — like chlorine, from the pool, but also sweaty from the sun. I dug as deep into his hole as I could, spitting fresh lube onto his hole as I went, as I looked up to watch the blond’s dick disappearing into his mouth, with wet slurping sounds. He was a serious cocksucker. Each time the blond bottomed out in his friend’s throat, his body spasmed, and his hole bit down on my tongue. Good fucking god, was this ever hot. A little overwhelmed and breathless from keeping my nose pressed into his ass, I pulled back and let the Latin’s legs down. He immediately got up and rolled over, getting on his hands and knees as he took my cock in his mouth and pushed his ass towards his friend, who quickly dove in to eat some hole himself. He didn’t spend long, though — after a few quick plunges of his tongue, and a huge wad of spit hocked onto the hole, the blond took up position, and sank his entire seven-inch cock in, spit-lubed, raw. Well, shit. This was officially the hottest fuck in the world. The Latin moaned long and low, and fumbled for the poppers, taking a huge hit to prepare himself for a pounding. It wasn’t long in coming — after a few slow, deep thrusts, letting that ass get used to him, the blond dropped another wad of spit onto the spot where that hole was swallowing his dick, and began to take longer strokes, building up to a steady rhythm as his hands dug into his friend’s hips. Meanwhile, the Latin grabbed my rock-hard cock and took it down his throat. He was truly spitroasted. I leaned over his body and grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling them apart to watch the insanely hot action as his friend barebacked his perfect hole. Eventually, I couldn’t help myself — I got in there and stuck my tongue in, lubing up that young cock. I straightened up and locked eyes with the blond, who was flushed red and sweating. He smiled. “I’m not gonna last long, man,” he grunted. Before I could even speak came the response from below — “Shoot in me,” groaned the Latin, dropping my cock from his mouth. “Give me that huge fucking load.” That was all the trigger he needed — he began to pound wildly into his friend’s ass, the sound of cheek slapping on thigh becoming sharp and loud. A low moan escaped his throat and built into a howl as he thrust in as deep as he could, pushing the Latin’s face into my crotch, and began to shudder, pumping cum all the way down into that hot, sucking hole. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” panted the Latin. “I can feel it. Fuck.” The blond gasped and exhaled, shaking one last time as he began to withdraw from that soaked hole. There was a wet splattering sound as the head of his cock popped out, along with a quick puff of air from the jackhammer thrusting he’d been laying down. His lean, wiry body was bright red and shiny with sweat. He stepped off the bed and stood admiring his handiwork, breathing heavily. I was in pig heaven, and had to know what that hole tasted like. I spun the Latin around to point his ass toward me; he flopped back onto his back, and took up the position I’d eaten him out in before. Now his dark brown hole was slick with spit, and just the tiniest white froth of cum around its rim; I licked it eagerly and pushed in as deep as I could. I could taste the salt, but was disappointed not to find any actual jizz; the blond had pumped his load too deep. “Fuck, man,” said the blond, appreciating the sight of my face buried in that well-fucked hole. “That’s hot.” The Latin was back on the poppers, and handed them down to me, locking his knees behind his elbows and crunching up his abs. His cock, which he had not touched throughout that merciless fuck, was rock-hard and wet at the tip. “Fuck me,” he said. “Get in that wet fucking hole.” Between the poppers and his encouragement, I nearly passed out. I pressed the head of my cock against that cunt and pushed right in — no further lube required. That was a damn good sign. His eyes rolled back, the poppers taking hold. I knew he could take it now — so I gave it to him. My cock is thick and long, and I pounded it in and out, letting the head pop free every few strokes and fucking the whole length back into him. His hole felt like hot silk. Soon, my long strokes began to have the exact effect I was hoping for — they pulled that “huge fucking load” the blond had shot up out of the depths of his ass, white froth beginning to collect at the base of my dick and around his grasping pucker. The wet, slapping sounds became truly incredible, and a dark spot started to form on the sheets. I pulled out one more time and studied the hole — jackpot. A thick, milky stream of cum trickled out of the hole and down his back. I licked it up, spat it onto my cock, and pushed back in. “FUCK yes,” he barked. “That’s fucking nasty.” “You like getting bred, huh?” I asked. “I fucking love it,” he growled, his eyes lighting up. “I can’t fucking get enough. I was the dorm cumhole all last year. I moved over here because FUCK—“ I bottomed out in him “—I need some cock from real men, too.” “You live in the building now? Fuck, I’m gonna want this hole again,” I said. “Anytime you want, man. Bring your friends.” That was too much. This kid was maybe twenty, and was begging for multiple loads in his hole. And the promise of seeding this ass again? “I’m gonna breed this hole so fucking deep,” I said. “Seed my ass man.” He hit the poppers. “Fucking flood it.” I pulled the bottle out of his fist and paused to take a deep hit, saving myself from going over the edge, but staying right on it. I wanted this to be the most intense orgasm I could possibly manage. As that warmth washed over me, I looked down at the kid’s hole. It was soaked with a thin, clear layer of jizz, and my pubes were wet and matted down. That was it. I slammed in deep and moaned as a burning hot load shot out of my cock. “Shiiiiit,” he said. “You’re fucking pulsing.” I was. The base of my cock was jumping as I fired seven or eight huge bursts of cum into his ass, then a dozen smaller drops as it continued to throb. Sweat dripped off my brow onto the boy’s face. He looked up and pulled me into another of those wet, sloppy make-outs as my softening cock flopped out of his ass. I looked up — shit, I’d forgotten about his friend. He’d left the room to get the bong, and was now back, beating his once-again hard cock. As I flopped onto my side on the bed, the Latin obediently swung around, still on his back, turning ninety degrees and hanging his ass off the edge of the mattress and dropping his face onto my leg, next to my dick. The blond was clearly on the edge, and was furiously whipping his cock around in a death grip. Positioning that pointed head an inch away from his friend’s hole, he gasped and shot hard, a thick, forceful jet of cum hitting the exact bullseye center of that well-fucked ass. He immediately pushed in and buried the rest of the cum as deep as he could, that thick first shot sliding up along his shaft as he fucked away. As the blond smeared his second load around that hole, the Latin finally took hold of his own dick and, with just a few seconds of intense, furious jacking, sprayed an enormous, splattering volley of cum across his torso, catching his face and my stomach in the crossfire. The blond grabbed his phone and took a victory snap of his friend’s sloppy hole. I admit I was jealous I didn’t think to do the same. Finally, the Latin relaxed, his tight muscles unclenching as he let down his legs and arms. He laughed and smiled. “Well,” he said, breathlessly. “That was fucking awesome.” “I… yeah.” I didn’t have any words for a response. So I didn’t bother. I thought perhaps they’d both relax for a moment — but the Latin scooted off the bed, knelt in front of the blond, sucked the last few drops off the tip of his cock, and then grabbed his swim shorts. “What’re the odds we can get back to the pool before I totally soak the ass of these, huh?” He wondered aloud. “Not great,” I said. “Look.” The blond laughed. “He’s right man, fuck. There’s already a huge spot right between your cheeks.” The Latin smiled. “Well, if I’m lucky, there’s another slut half as hot as you in this building who’ll see it,” he said, winking in my direction. “So, uh, yeah, thanks for the weed man,” said the blond, tucking his own cock back into his swimsuit. “That was… fucking hot.” “Any fucking time, seriously,” I said. “You’re here in the building now, so—“ “Oh I’ll find you,” said the Latin guy. “Believe it.” The blond slapped his friend’s ass and smiled, and they headed for the door. “See you soon,” they said, flip-flops snapping on the concrete outside as they returned to the pool to wash off an incredible fuck. I grabbed my phone to text my partner. “You are never gonna believe what’s moved in here. Save your loads until you get back.”

Love seeing movies of guys having bb in a pool or a Jacuzzi. Nothing else makes me harder. Anyone else feel the same?

One week I was in Gran Canaria (seems to be a recurring theme LOL) I fucked a guy BY the pool during the day, while his bf (and everyone else around the pool) watched. A guy I know was there too and seemed to enjoy watching (and I enjoyed the fact he WAS watching). Until then he didn't know I fucked bareback.

I'm relatively smooth, so don't have to shave...but have a HUNG black fuck buddy, who wants his pussy shaved smooth -- won't put his dick in a hairy or stubbly hole...so I find that dry shaving (slowly and carefully) actually works great around my hole...then moisturize!

The City does have high treatment and PrEP rates, but it also has a small population (about 800,000 people in the City proper), high HIV prevalence and a particularly active sex scene, mostly bareback (as it should be!).Locally, the infection rate is considered high. It would be interesting to compare infection rates in other cities, and to assess whether the variations stem from different levels of sexual activity and barebacking, or different health initiatives. Increases in infections among youths and people color are worrisome. As a top on PrEP, I like to help with outreach by inseminating bottoms. It's a serious responsibility. :-)

I sort of thought SF would have a low HIV infection rate, I know guys who have gone to cumunion parties and not have been infected Of course they may be genetically resistant or what is more likely is that so many guys are on treatment or prep that one is much less likely to become infected

New bookstore experience. After playing with a couple guys, the crowd started to die off. There were a couple guys playing and 2 of us looking. The other guy was my age and handsome, he didn't seem into me so I watched a flick and jacked. Came out of the booth and passed the guy, as I circled around there he was, in the aisle shorts around his ankles on his knees jacking his hard cock. I walked up to him, pulled out my hard cock and he swallowed it. He was talented so I didn't last long and shot down his throat. Fucking hot out in the middle of the arcade.

A guy with a gh hit me up the other day to suck another load out of me. It was hard getting our schedules to match up, but they finally did tonight. I went over there and walked up to his gh and he sucked me for awhile. Eventually he offered up his ass and I began to fuck him through the gh. After a few minutes, he asked me to come around to the bedroom where he was on all fours and fuck him proper. I pounded his hole for about 25 min straight only taking a break to rim him for a bit before returning to fucking him. He asked me if I was close so I sped up and dumped a load in him. I wiped off and he told me to hit him up anytime. I will definitely take him up on that offer.

I have advice. Don't shave. ;-) Love a hairy ass. Woof!

When I go out for cruising, I often wear a tight jeans with a zipper at the backside to show, that I am a cunt. And beside that the zipper gives a fucker quick access to my cunt: fuck, dump and go.

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.

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.

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

I love getting fucked by a guy with a PA. I love the feel as well as the idea of that warm steel in my ass. The funny thing about the gauge of the PA is the higher the gauge, the smaller it is and the more it hurts or is uncomfortable. For example a 12 gauge is so thin in that it can slice up your ass and make it hurt. Where as a 0 gauge is larger, thicker and doesn't feel like it is slicing you up. I do know that experienced bottoms like me will beg you to fuck them if you have a lower gauge like a 2 or 0 and the inexperience guy will shy away. A couple of years ago during Southern Decadence in New Orleans a group of guys were at one of the bars talking. Come to find out one of them had a 00 pa and all of us wanted to see it. He pulled it out and said "who wants to get fucked?" All the guys kind of backed away from him. I jumped at the chance to have my first 00. I took a wrong hit of poppers and I bent over a table and he fucked me while the other guys stood around and watched. Cum is the best lube for a getting fucked period but especially with a PA. I keep some frozen cum in the freezer that I take out and use as lube when I need it.

Great pics guys ! And as far as metal in a bottoms hole-- fuck it-- their hole should be YOUR hole, while fucking anyway. I have had 00 guage PA's in me, and to be honest I loved it-- the only reason I am not a fan of metal cock- or maybe better- the only time- I am not a fan- is when trying to suck the guy up- lots of fillings in my mouth, and without fail that damned PA will make metal to metal contact and my whole mouth feels like I am chewing aluminum foil and batteries ! Funny thing- after almost ( or more than) 10,000 cocks in my sexual years, I can still recall vividly getting plowed on the back nature walk at Cathedral City Boys Club in mid afternoon by a big bearish guy with a huge PA- he just bent me over, rubbed the metal up against my hole, and began pushing in-- once thru, he fucked me until he shot as guys looked on, pulled almost out and left the ring hanging off my ass lips for a visual to the other men--then popped it all the way out, slapped my ass and walked away. No names, no thanks, -just used abused and moved on . I loved it enough to have it in my memory all this time <g>

I remember the first time I got fucked by a guy with a PA. It was pretty good sized ring in a slightly above average cock. The sight of that steel ring protruding from his piss slit was too hot! I sucked him till he was very hard playing with the ring with my tongue while his tongue probed my hole. Soon I was begging for his cock inside me. Soon his fuck pole was pushing that smooth steel ring deep inside me. I could feel the weight of the ring hanging from the end of his dick sliding around inside my guts. HOLY SHIT it felt good!!! After cumming inside me he fed me his cock...I luv sucking a dick with a ring in it. Later he had to piss....with the ring in his slit it was like trying to drink from a lawn sprinkler. HOT HOT HOT!!! PS no damage to my butt hole

I chose my thin, black jockstrap. I turned around in the mirror and check out my bubble butt, perfectly framed in the straps. From what Marco told me, I probably wasn't going to keep it on for long - but it was better to make a good first impression. I was nervous, but I was also excited as hell. I had basically accepted the fact that I was just an air headed cumdump, and now all I wanted to do was make sure everyone else knew it too. The party tonight would be the first step in my new life. "Come on, boy! Time to go!" Marco shouted from downstairs. I put a t-shirt and some black shorts on and ran barefoot down to the front door. Marco was wearing a cut off T and some black sweatpants. I could just see the outline of his own jockstrap through the fabric. He led me to his brown van and we drove off. "You excited, babe?" "Yeah, I think so." "Don't worry. Once that first load fills you up, you'll beg for more." That got me rock hard. He started rubbing my cock through my shorts and drove with one hand. There was no traffic on this stretch of beach, so i didn't worry. The whole drive lasted fifteen minutes before we pulled up to a dirt park. There were no lights, but there were a few other cars parked and there was the frame of a wooden two-story house up the hill. He parked into a space and opened the door. "The name of the host is Stefan, and he's an old mate of mine. You'll like him." We trudged toward the house, my erection bursting through my jockstrap. "You know anyone else at this party?" "Maybe. A few tops are gonna be there, so I might run into some old fuckbuddies." We went through the wooden frame to an unfinished room. There was a door in the middle of what should have been a staircase. I could here the pumping of some club music and my heart skipped a beat. Marco knocked on the door twice, before it opened, revealing a dark, pink light. We went through, Marco closing it behind me. We went down the stairs, following the music, until we got to a basement - unlike the upstairs, this part was finished, with painted walls and everything, with some black curtains over one of the doors from which we could hear voices, almost drowned out by the beat. There were a few cabinets with doors and Marco told me to undress to my jocks and but everything else in the cabinets - I suppose they were like lockers in a sauna. I stripped and smoothed my jocks, and tried not to look at Marco, who was wearing a black silk, see-through jockstrap that made his body and ass look even more incredible. We went through the curtains and saw the party. There were around a dozen older men, at least late twenties to fourties, different races, all in good shape, sitting on a rough circle of couches. Some were muscular, some were toned and others were stockier, but all of them, I told myself, I wouldn't mind being fucked by. Next to each one there was a younger guy, all of them toned or athletic builds - they can't have been much older or younger than me. At least a couple must have been eighteen. Some of them were stroking the older hunks, but others seemed shy or scared and avoided eye contact. I knew how they felt. We sat down on a couch and chatted to one of the hunks, a muscled asian guy. He complemented me on my ass, and I nodded and stammered a thanks before Marco said we should put on a show. He turned my head towards his and we started making out, and I was only to glad to have the opportunity to caress his muscled body. After a few minutes, the music quietened and the chat stopped, and we looked up. A tall guy with broad shoulders, washboard abs and dirty blonde hair had gotten up - he was in briefs, but it was obvious he had a raging hard-on. Marco whispered that it was Stefan. "Hey boys!" He spoke with a thick European accent. "Glad you could all come! As you know, guys, ah...we are to here to have some fun!” “Here are the rules - most of the boys here are new to the raw fun - we older guys will show you how to do it! But there is a trap - a problem - some of us are a little bit sick - we have a flu. If you are lucky, we may pass it to you! That is the price of the fun.” Marco whispered to me. “It means it’s Russian Roulette. Some boys get a poz load, some walk away. Nobody gets to refuse.” “To make things exciting, if you get…err, have a fun with a sick guy, you will stay with us for a bit longer. We have a special event afterward for the lucky boys!” He started to give the hunks a strip of paper. I saw Marco get one that said “4” on it. Then it was the bottoms turn. I got a “6”. “Okay, boys, find your partner and lets have some fun!” The music started again, a bit softer than before. Everyone got up and started looking for their partners. Once they did, they went to the couch and started making out. I looked round and saw my guy - a well built stud with a military haircut - he was already naked. I walked over and showed him my number. He smiled and pulled be down on the couch. “Are you ready, man?” He had an American accent. “I’m yours.” I said, smiling. We started kissing, and I had a quick peek at what the others were doing. At any other time I would have blown my load just looking at it, but now, it felt the most natural, if incredible thing in the world. A huge stocky black guy was passionately kissing a blond-haired twink, while a hairy, muscled guy with a cropped beard was rimming a fit, latino-looking kid who can’t have been older than eighteen. One of the couples was already fucking - a twin with pursed lips, cropped hair and ear piercings was riding a beefy latino dude, whimpering in ecstasy. I saw Marco playing with a freckled, ginger twink, and Stefan was lubing up a well-built one with black hair. My top tore my jockstrap off and started rimming my hole with my face in the couch. I moaned, more for the showmanship than anything, and started working my ass. He seemed to like that, as he started toughing me harder. Soon, I turned round and started sucking him and getting him hard. He had a fat cock, but not as long as Marco’s. He held my head and grunted, and soon started to thrust in and out my mouth. I gagged and spat a few times, then kept going. The other couples were starting to fuck. The latino dude was bare-fucking his boy hard in to the couch. The latin kid was riding his top, and the black guy was teasing his cock into the blonde, who yelped every time it went in. Soon it was my turn. “You ready for the real thing?” “Yeah…” I stuck my tough out in a way I hoped was suggestive. He grinned and bent me over. After teasing it for a few seconds, he slid it in. If Marco was too big for me, then this American guy was just right for me. My ass took it without any problems, and soon the room was filled with the sound of groaning and wet slapping. He bent over and kissed me a few times, then went right on fucking. I listened to some of the conversations that were going on. I was astonished when I heard the latino top chatting to the hairy guy; “You like fucking my boy, huh?” “Yeah. He’s got a hole like velvet. You fuck it up?” “Huh. Wanted to wait until it was ripe.” He started talking to the latin kid, who was being railroaded by the hairy guy. “I’ve wanted to impregnate my boy for a while, right? Right by the cock you came from, right?” The latin twink yelped feebly. “Fuck, yeah yeah, daddy.” I remembered now, Marco said that a few daddies would be here. The though got me so hard I nearly blew my load then and there. My top wasn’t even looking at anyone else - his eyes were closed in rapture, as his cock tore open my pussy. It put my head back on the couch and blanked my mind as I took it. Everyone changed positions a few times, but eventually, there was release. The black guy roared and his blond bottom cried and yelled, and they both collapsed onto each other. The latin kid moaned and tilted his head back in rapture as his top fucked his cum into him from underneath. The boy with the ear piercings yelled “Fuck!” as the latin top sloppily rammed his load in. “Yeah, oh fuck yeah, I’m gonna shoot…” yelled my top, and he started pushing down on by chest (we were fucking missionary) and I held my head back and yelped unashamedly as a huge torrent of warm liquid filled my bowels. He lend forward and kissed me, but didn’t take it out. For the next few minutes, there was just the sound of whimpering and the hunks quietly congratulating each other and a few pops as dicks pulled out of drenched holes. Then Stefan walked to the centre of the room, his face flushed, his cock dripping. “Okay boys! Who got lucky?” He grinned around the room. My heart stopped. Stupid! I’d forgotten about the rules. I looked round. The first casualty was the latin kid. The hairy top grinned and raised his hand. The kid whirled round, and his look of tired satisfaction turned to devastation. “Oh, fuck, no…” The hunks in the room cheered and congratulated him. Next, the latin top, who seem delighted that his own son had just taken a poz load up the ass, raised his had. The kid with piercings turned round, and suddenly grinned. The two of them kissed as everyone else cheered. Then the black guy raised his hand. The exhausted blond twink looked at him once, then just laid back again, and closed his eyes. Then, my top raised his hand. He still hadn’t pulled out, and I stared at him with a stupid mixture of longing and surprise. I could hear Marco go “Yeah!” over the cheers. Then I just got up and kissed my top on the lips. I ground my ass over his dick and whispers “Thanks.” to him. "Pleasure, baby" he replied. Stefan raised his voice again. “Okay, four lucky boys! Anyone who wants to help with the afterparty can stay - otherwise, very good night!” Once the other twinks and a few of the tops had left, looking dazed (and with lots of cum dribbling down their thighs) the four of us clustered around a couch and the six tops who stayed took turns to fuck us. The latin kid and the blonde looked miserable, but me and the bottom with piercings loved every minute. I didn’t even notice which one fucked me - I just took it, going my best to look and act slutty until I had two loads up my ass, and the others took theirs. The bottom piercings and I jacked off into Stefan's mouth as a 'thank you' and the other two bottoms licked the cum off the floor, the latin dad telling his kid he was going to breed him every day. When we left, we didn't bother getting our cloths back, since we would come back soon enough. Marco drove us home, both of us naked and leaking cum on the seats. Not much left to tell. A month later, I came down with a horrible, painful flu. Marco insisted on fucking me while I had a fever. I hated it, but I didn’t blame him. I knew it was what I was for. I dropped my arts course. Marco pays for my expenses - which are food, so I can stay alive to keep taking loads, and drink, which he lets me have as much as I like. Every week, he whores me out to his friends, either at parties or at home, and he makes sure to dump a load in me at least once a night. Marco says he doesn’t want me to take medication yet - he wants to get it from me, the poz slut that he owns. The End! Hope you enjoyed it!

Tanner lapped up the cum and his ass juices from Jake's lap as I texted Bruno. "Fuck" came his almost instant reply after I'd sent him the pics. "You weren't lying, bring him, everything is ready...you got 30 mins" I smiled, pit down my phone, crouched behind Tanner and dug my tongue up his cum soaked, slightly open hole. I needed to taste it, enjoy the salty, musky sweetness of his corrupted pussy before Bruno wrecked it. "We good to go" Jake sighed, getting Tanner to suck his fingers. Two, three vanished down the boy's throat easy. "Good fucking dude" he sighed, fucking his throat with his digits. "He's so fucking ready" Tanner's hole pulsed, agreeing. God he tasted good...and the heat from his hole....Fuck. If Bruno wasn't waiting I'd take him again...I slipped three fingers up his cunt easy as he groaned. "Yup" I admired, "you're good to go" I said, smiling. "You wanna cum baby boy?" Jake removed his fingers from Tanner's throat, pulled his chin up. "Answer him ok bro, you wanna blow your wad" He bit his lip...so fucking cute with spit and cum still smeared in his blonde stubble. "Or..." I whispered, tickling his prostate, "you wanna get fucked into manhood?" I pushed hard against his little button, grinned as he bucked in pleasure. "No" he yelled, "no....I don't wanna cum! Uh....I...oh Fuck....please, fuck me more...get me pregnant with your sperm....oh Fuck....I don't wanna cum till...Fuck....I'm ready" I massaged his heavy, full balls. "Right answer" I smiled, pulling my fingers out his well lived cunt, spinning him around and shoving my cum drenched fingers down his throat. He groaned in ecstasy. Jake was pulling on his jock and some loose shorts as I abused Tanner's throat. Having him maintain eye contact as he sucked my fingers clean. "You wanna get bred some more? Wanna be a cum dump for some friends...? He nodded. "Get up" I ordered. Time for a drive. He looked around for his clothes but, Jake stopped him. "Naked bra', you don't need clothes....look at you, you are fucking perfect...show it off" he soothed, kissing him deeply. I pulled on my shorts, grabbed my keys, slapped Tanner's hot little bum and ushered them out the door. Watching Tanner embrace his inner slut was a fucking turn on, watching him saunter to my car stark bollock naked, cum dripping down his thigh made me instantly hard. The boys got in the back of my jeep, I adjusted my mirror so I could watch my two perfect tweakers make out as if it was the end of the fucking world....I could watch that forever. I sighed, pulled out of the drive and hit the gas. Bruno was not someone you kept waiting. 20 minutes later and we had arrived at the gates to Bruno's mansion. Bruno's boss, Jaeger, kept a number of these 'houses' about the country. Private, secluded...perfect for their collective 'tastes' They buzzed us in and, as the gates swung open I couldn't help but glance back at Tanner...after tonight, I thought, he'd be a seriously cock hungry little cum dump....I couldn't wait to fuck him whenever Bruno was done with him. We pulled up to the front of the house. The massive doors opened and a naked, rippling hunk of muscular sex walked out. He flashed me a grin, caught sight of the boys in the back, opened the door and pulled Tanner out. Tanner stood there, as Jake and I sauntered out. The muscular god seemed super happy with Tanner...and Tanner looked like he'd fallen love with the stud. "Bend over" the guy growled in a thick Spanish accent. Tanner obliged, bending over so that he was resting half in, half out the car. "Yes" the guy said "Go in" he said to us, not taking his eyes off the seed seeping out of Tanner's hole. I nodded to Jake, as I caught sight of the thick tool growing between the Spanish studs legs. Jake saw it too...10 inches at least and thick with rippling veins. As we let ourselves in to the mansion, Tanned let out a muffled cry. The Spanish boy had him mounted, impaled on his ever growing cock, hands firmly covering the boy's mouth. "Valet parking" I heard a voice boom from inside the house. Bruno was the biggest guy I think I'd ever seen, even after all the years I'd known him he still intimidated me. A huge German with a penchant for ruining twinks foolish enough to fall for his perfect, daddy persona. He stood in the hall, rippling with iron. Jake met him in a deep kiss, eagerly reciprocated. "Hello good fucking boy" Bruno cooed, slapping Jake's ass. "And you" he nodded at me, smiling. Outside we could still hear Tanner's deep, full cries. "Whos the valet?" I chuckled, snatching a glass of champagne from one of Bruno's houseboys who had suddenly appeared. All twinks, all gorgeous, all his and all strictly off limits. "Jaeger" Bruno answered. Jake and I caught each others eyes. "Yup" Bruno laughed as he led us into the party room. "Your boy is very lucky, the boss was in town and trust me...he was very excited to meet Tanner" "Fuck yes" I thought. I'd never met Bruno's boss but I heard the rumours....all of them twisted, all of them hot. As Bruno opened the doors to a room packed full of half naked men, chatting, drinking...waiting...I smiled. "This was going to be fun"

I watched Jake abuse the boy's stiff dick like the expert, seasoned cocksucker he'd become. Tanner was completely lost in the sensation, being edged almost continuously and not being able to cum. I had to admire my handiwork as the two hot little studs made out with other, feeling each other's tight little bodies, massaging, squeezing, exploring as their tongues embraced. I took a final hit, sauntered over to the boys, put my mouth next to theirs and exhaled, watching the boys breathe in the white cloud as it dissolved around them. I joined them in a three way kiss, sucking on Tanner's tongue then moving to shove my tongue down Jake's throat. "Can I fuck him ?" Jake whimpered I patted him on the head, "Not yet...I'm gonna replace the seed you felched out of him" "Ok daddy" Jake replied, my dick stiffened. "Tanner, daddy's gonna fuck you...when he cums, clench your ass...I don't wanna see his vim leak out...I don't want to punish you" Jake commanded, in between sweetly kissing the boy. "Turn around, turn out your ass and spread your cheeks boy" I said Tanner complied instantly, straddling the chair. Jake went round the back, stood on a Stoll and shoved his cock into the jocks throat one thrust and his 8 inches vanished without so much of a cough from Tanner. I rubbed my now concrete shaft on the boys hole... "Open it boy" I said, he complied...his tight boy cherry parted ever so slightly, pulsed open. I took the opportunity to shove my index finger in at its most open. It was like hot silk up there and I had to moan. "Its going to be rough boy, I'm going to Fuck you into manhood" I fingered his prostate and I swear he nearly swallowed Jake's ball sack as well as his entire shaft. "You'll thank me later when some of my friends Fuck you into oblivion....you won't want to be tight in an hour boy, and you won't be" I ran my nail along his pleasure button and felt him spasm uncontrollably.... another anti-orgasm swept over him. I ripped my finger out and delighted as he hole stayed open just a little bit longer. "1..." I said, spitting on my hand. "2..." "Here...we...go" "3" I shoved my entire shaft up his gently open cum-lined shoot...this time he moaned hard and Jake pulled out of his throat. "Just in case" he laughed. He took a hit of poppers, and watched me as I pressed into Tanner. He was way too tight for what I had planned and he'd have to loosen up quickly, 3,4,5 inches pushed past his hole's resistance. The boys shared the amyl and, in no time I was buried to the hilt in his hot little ass. My hands gripped his hips tightly as he breathed deep and hard. No help waiting, the boy needed it hard if he was going to make it through our party. I started pulling out, I thought he was about to scream but he moaned deeply instead. "Yesssss" he sighed in a thick baritone I'd have to thank Bruno, my dealer later...whatever he'd given me, was working magic on Tanner. Even as his ass lips tugged against my invading cock, blossoming on my being shaft, he still wanted more. I shoved back in. "Whoah" Jake clapped, "Fuck that's hot" "Can..." Tanned started as I shoved in and out of his de-virgined cunt "Can...I...uh....please....uh...God...suck your cock!" He cried, head up back low, ass out. Jake looked at me with sheer glee, took a step forward, eyes still fixed on mine and planted Tanner at the root of his dick...matching my thrusts into the Adonis' throat. Bit by bit, I felt Tanner's hole stretch but, not quick enough. He'd make all our guests cum in seconds in this state....I was only lasting so long because of sheer, mental diligence. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and pummelled the boy's pussy like it was going out of fashion, in out, feeling it tense looser and looser around me. The the fog of my discipline of not cumming, I felt Tanner move slightly, backing up towards me. Then another set of legs by mine. I slowed down, opened my eyes and saw that Jake was sitting in the chair, under Tanner...cock primed. He smiled at me over Tanner's shoulder. "Need some help?" he asked, pushing his cock head ever so slowly against the underside of my shaft. "You read my mind fucker" I said..."Here though" I pulled completely out of Tanner, rubbing my pre cum, ass juice coated shaft on Jakes, then shoved back in. Jake smiled, bit his lip and pressed his dick against Tanner's stuffed cunt. As Jake applied pressure, Tanner's head flew up "Yea!!" he cried..."Fuck me...uh...together!" You gotta love jocks, I thought. Always up for the challenge. I heard Jake grunt loudly, felt a piercing rip shudder through Tanner's body and then, Jake's cock head pop through the outer ring, lodged next to the base of my already ball-deep shaft.

HOT story that left me dripping for more. Always great to hear of a young man becoming the man he is meant to be.

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

I agree, it is a scare tactic that has lost all of it's steam of the yrs. I also understand the depression too, even though i knew i was going to be poz, when i finally found out i was surprised how the news hit me. One can only abstain for a while before your desire grows again and u adjust to being poz. Once you realize you will be fine, there are plenty of people like yourself that are in the same boat, u will feel the need to have sex again, It comes with acceptance. Quit beating yourself up about it and give yourself a break, you are going to be fine!!!

Tom’s style was merciless, he pounded my hole with only his pleasure in mind. The head of his beer can thick cock frequently would slip from my hole and he would simply slam it back inside. I must has been screaming with joy as he opened my ass wider still using only the Henry’s cum as lube. “Man you take cock like a pro for just having your cherry popped kid,” Tom commented as he hammered away. “You like my cum filled ass?” “Jesus yes. I hope you’re ready for another load cause I’m going to fill you up.” He quickened his pace and switched from bucking long dick fucking to jack hammering his engorged tool into my now swollen and stretched sphincter. As he hammered away I could feel spurt after spurt of cum shooting deep into my intestines till at last Tom was still and he held his cock inside my hole while he caught his breath. A thin layer of sweat had formed over the man and he looked like a Greek God from where I lay. Slowly Tom slid his now soft cock out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. He pulled my face towards him and kissed me again stuffing his tongue in my mouth. “You’re gonna be popular with a hole like that.” “I can’t believe I’ve gotten fucked twice already. I thought I would be lucky to find maybe one guy to fuck me, but two. Wow.” “You could get more,” Henry chimed in, “the night’s still young.” Henry crawled on top of me and kissed first me and then Tom before sliding down my body and lifting my legs in the air exposing my hole once again. “Damn, you really stretched out his hole with that cock of yours,” he commented to Tom and began to lick around my swollen hole. He was rewarded with a small glob of cum that I felt leak from my hole and Henry put my legs down to move up and kiss Tom with their loads still in his mouth. I watched them pass the cum back and forth between the two of them before it was returned to Henry’s mouth and he moved his way down Tom’s body. At first it looked as though he were only going to suck Tom’s cock but then he lifted Tom’s legs like he had just done mine exposing the jock’s round beautiful furry ass and dove in hungrily. Henry pushed the cum he held in his mouth into Tom’s hairy hole with his tongue and then licked his way up the boy’s taint and cock before briefly swallowing his cock hole. Henry pulled off of Tom’s cock and looked up at the now panting jock, “Man I wanna fuck you.” “God yes! But I haven’t been fucked in a long time so it’ll take some work to get your monster up my shoot.” “How about this, our young friend here will eat out your hole while I go find his next top so I can breed your sweet ass while he gets one more load before I take him to the sling room.” “Sounds like a deal,” and Tom spun around on the bed so that his hole was right in my face. “Sure,” I said staring at Tom’s tight pink pucker surrounded by dark brown hair. “Any preference on whose next kid?” “The thicker the better,” the coarseness of my own statement surprised me a little, “I liked feeling all stretched out around your cocks,” and I reached back to finger my own hole while I moved my face closer to Tom’s ass.

Didn't this happen on season 3 of The Love Boat ?

British porn actors Kyle Martin and Joshua Cartier. Very slutty boys.