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(Names and places have been changed 'cause I'm shy, but this is a true story) For a while, Bailey’s was the club to go to. Fridays and Saturdays were gay nights, and it was mostly straight on the week nights. Every once in a while they would have a foam party. They would put a low wall around the dance floor and fill up the space with foam. I was working swing shift at the time, so I usually missed those Saturday night foam parties. One night however, I got off early and got to Bailey’s around midnight. There wasn’t much of a line in the front foyer, so I was a little concerned it might not be busy inside. I walked into the club and my fears weren’t justified, The club was pretty busy. There was a walled off space on the dance floor, maybe twenty-five feet by twenty, about four feet high, just filled with foam. Everybody inside was wearing speedos, board shorts, or underwear. Some guys were walking around the outside of the foam area, foam still covering their legs. I got a drink from the bar. I was way too nervous to take off my clothes so I just stood on the wall drinking my drink and checking for any hotties in the foam pit. There were a couple of really cute guys I made eye contact with. One of them beckoned me over and I just shook my head a little bit and held up my drink, letting him know I wanted to finish it first. I finished my drink and then one more then I decided to take the plunge. Walking over to the coat check, I removed my coat, shirt, trousers, and socks and put them in the paper bag they provided and handed them over to the attendant. I kept on my New Balance trainers and my black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I tucked a twenty dollar bill into my waistband and walked back into the club. I walked up to the bar and got another drink and downed it and then went into the foam pit. I caught my breath a bit as I went into the foam. It came up over my navel and was colder than I was expecting. I found an open spot and started dancing. It was quite liberating. I could have dropped my boxer briefs and no one would have known, the foam was so thick, which was probably the point. I danced for a little bit and was catching the eye of a hot muscle boy. He was slightly taller than me (I’m 5'10") with a bodybuilders frame, probably 23 or 24 years old, and I could just see as he shifted he was wearing a skimpy speedo. He smiled at me and I smiled back. I turned away as I was dancing and when I turned back he was gone. I went out of the pit to look for him but I didn’t see him anywhere, so I went to the bar and got another drink, and then a bottled water to chase it down with so I didn’t get too drunk. I finished my drink and went back onto the foam-filled dance floor. I was dancing for a little bit when someone bumped into me. It was the hot muscle boy! I smiled at him and he smiled back at me. He leaned in and asked me my name, I answered, and he then introduced himself as Paul. He put his arm around me and drew me close as were dancing. We started grinding our crotches together and I instantly got hard, my 6.5" cock pointing down the leg of my boxer briefs. Paul smiled at me and brushed his hand over it. I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him close. Our lips met, and we kissed. I opened my mouth wider and he responded in kind, and our tongues met in a short but passionate French kiss. He pulled away and turned around, grinding his ass back onto my cock. I reached down and pulled my cock up so it was sticking out of the waistband of my Calvin Klein boxer briefs. We danced that way for a couple minutes and then I felt a pair of hands on either side of my waist. I looked over my shoulder and into the eyes of a really cute early twenties twink. I put my hands back and ran them down the sides of his body. It felt like he was wearing a pair of cotton briefs. My hand brushed along the front of his briefs and I could feel the hard outline of a 7" cock stretching along the waist band of his briefs. I looked back at him again and he smiled at me. He kissed me, our tongues dueling, and ground his crotch up against my ass, sandwiching me between this cute twink and Paul, the hot muscle boy in front of me. We danced that way for a few minutes more, with the twink’s hands on my waist, and mine wrapped around Paul. Then I felt the twink’s hands slide down into the waistband of my boxer briefs and then pushed them down to my thighs, exposing my cock and ass to the cool foam. I felt him shift behind me, then he nestled his cock in my crack, grinding up and down. He kept sliding his cock up and down my crack, slowly getting lower and lower, until it slipped down and pressed against my hole. At least thirty other people were dancing around us and this twink has the head of his cock up against my hole, ready to fuck me, and I was ready to let him. I felt him push and I relaxed my hole, letting the head of his bare cock slide inside of me. I moaned and leaned my head back on his shoulder. He started kissing and licking my ear as his cock pulled back slightly and then sank further up my hole. As we danced to the music he used the motion to slide further up my ass until I felt him bottom out. Then, timed to the music, he started long strokes in and out of my hole. Paul meanwhile, was still dancing with his back to me, grinding his Speedo covered ass on my now naked cock. He reached back and felt down my body. He could tell my underwear was gone and he squeezed my hard cock. He grabbed my hands from around his waist and put them down the front of his Speedos. His cock was kinda small, not much over five inches, and not too thick. Not bad, I thought. I can work with this. He ground his ass harder on my cock, and then I slid his Speedo down over his ass. My cock slipped right into his crack like it belonged there. Paul shifted forward, letting my cock slip lower until I felt it line up with his rosebud. This hot muscle boy then backed on to my cock as the twink behind me shoved his cock forward into my ass. The head of my cock popped through Paul’s ring, his sphincter gripping me like a vise. The foam was providing a little lubrication, but not enough to sink farther in his hole, so I pulled out, gathered up some more foam and slathered it on my rock hard cock, and slid it back inside.It went in easier this time, but it still took almost a full minute to work my cock all the way into his ass. Once I bottomed out, it was easy to pull back out and get a rhythm going. There I was, on a crowded dance floor, house music blaring, foam up to the middle of my torso, with a twink’s bare cock sliding in and out of my ass, my bare cock buried deep in the ass of the hot muscle boy in front of me, and no one paying any attention to us. (I’m sure a few were doing the same thing.) We managed to get a rhythm going where the twink behind me buried his cock deep in my ass as I pulled out of Paul’s ass. We kept fucking right in the middle of the dance floor for a little over five minutes in time with our dancing, when the twink behind me whispered in my ear, “Can I cum inside you?” I just nodded and smiled at him over my shoulder. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and started fucking me faster, gave a few quick thrusts and sank balls deep into my ass. I knew he was blowing his load in my ass. He kept his cock deep in me as we swayed to the music, and then he slowly pulled out. He pulled up his briefs, kissed me on the neck, and walked off. This boy had fucked me bareback on the dance floor of a crowded club, shot a load inside me, and I hadn’t said a word to him. I continued to fuck Paul for a couple more minutes when he pulled his ass off my cock and told me to follow him. He pulled up his Speedo and I pulled up my boxer briefs, trying to make my raging hard on as inconspicuous as possible. He led me into the bathrooms and into an empty stall. I closed the door behind us as Paul pulled down his Speedo again, bending over the toilet. “Get in me,” he ordered. I stepped up behind him, pulled my boxer briefs down, spat in my hand and lubed myself, grabbed his waist and lined my bare cock up with his hole and sank back in with ease. I started rapidly sliding in and out of his now loosened ass, sinking balls deep each time. Paul started jerking himself off. “Let me know when you’re gonna cum,” he instructed. I kept fucking his ass for another minute and then said, “I’m gonna blow.” He started furiously wanking his cock as I felt my orgasm rising. I started long slow strokes as I unloaded shot after shot of cum deep into his muscular ass. I sank balls deep one last time as Paul shot his load into the toilet, ropes of cum splashing into the bowl. I withdrew from Paul's ass, and he then pulled up his Speedo as I pulled up my boxer briefs. We made out for a little bit. “Any chance I could get a ride home?” he asked. “Of course,” I replied. We left the bathroom, went to the clothes check and dressed. I drove him to his apartment, dropped him off, and went home. We exchanged info, but I didn’t see him again, mostly because he moved away shortly after that. Nor did I ever see the twink who had fucked me. But I am now a big fan of foam parties.

Well, this morning I had to help an 18 year old guy with his TOEFL test. He's preparing it as he wants to go to study in the US, and we've been practising for a long time now. This morning he came home as usual, mind you, it was very damn hot this morning so he was sporting a nice tanktop and denim shorts. We reviewed a few exercises, and by accident he touched my bulge with his shoulder. He apologised immediately, but I said it was ok, unharmed, I was still able to procreate. We laughed about it for some more time. However, he would not let go of the topic, so he was up for game. "So, you're still a virgin, Alex?" I asked. "WTF? Nah, lost it two years ago." "Well, that sounds soon. Was it good? Did she like it?" "Well, he not much, but I did." K-ching! The confirmation I needed that this boy was a Sean Cody user. "Sex is great. Hopefully that shoulder of yours didn't do anything to my tool or else, some people would be disappointed." "Who are they?" "Fuckbuddies, exes, those unfucked cunts waiting for me" [he started giggling] "Can I ask you something? Can I see your tattoos?" *Lame excuse for me to lift my shirt* "Sure, have a look" "These are sexy. Touching the ones on my chest. What do they mean?" "Kinda secret." "Ok. I really like them" [Now I noticed the boner in his shorts] "I can tell" [He looked down and blushed] So, this was the moment of truth. Either I made my move or had to take a cold shower. In seconds, I was on my knees and I unzipped his cock out. Not a great cock, but rock hard, throbbing. He was in shock as I opened my mouth and took it all in. He'd never been deep-throated before. He started sweating, and he didn't know where to put his hands, so I led him and placed them on my head. He followed his instincts and started fucking my mouth. I'm a versatile top, but I could tell from that moment he was just a top so I was going to let him do me fucking well. I gagged, swallowed, and spitted on his cock for at least 10 minutes, and he asked me to stop or else he'd shoot. I sucked harder, deeper, faster, and there it was! I could feel his cock shooting his cream in my mouth as he moaned like a bitch. My precum was so much I could feel it in my boxers. I took him by his hand and led him to my room. We undressed each other and I could admire his whole body. Not muscular, yet athletic. Not hairy but a bit furry, tanned. He was damn hot. He saw my cock and started giving me head. He was still hard, ok? A fucking sex machine. He pushed me against the wall, asked me to spead my legs and started rimming my hole. He was 18 but sure he's got the experience of someone older. I just couldn't help it and started moaning, so he ravished and grunting, stood up, spitted on his dick and shove it up my ass. Condoms were never discussed, so he made his choice and it felt damn good inside. He fucked me on that position for a few minutes. Ritually, I went on all fours and he fucked the shit out of me doggy style. I was lying on my left side and he spooned me from behind, lifting my right leg as he pounded me good. I don't know, about 45' into it, he asked me to face him, misionary style and people, I got to say, he. Just. Gave. Me. The. Best. Fuck. Ever. Both sweating like roasted chicken, he says: "I'm getting close" "Burst it in me, come on." "You sure?" I hugged him with my legs so he couldn't pull out. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, oh FUCK." He gave me a nice load, I could feel it oozing out my hole. He jerked me off and took my load in his face. We kissed and showered. He dressed up, got his stuff and went home. His exam is in September, so we still have more tutoring to do. Yes, please.

I used to live in Kentucky and had a real nice fuck buddy. When he got horny we would get together and he would fuck me. We never used condoms and he always came deep in my ass. But I moved away in 2006 so that was the end of our play time. Last week he called me when he happened to be in the town where I was living. It turned out he was traveling for business, and was staying at a local hotel, and was wondering if I might be free to come over. "Sure," I replied. As I got ready I knew what he wanted. When I got there he was with a young Latin guy. By young I mean he was just 18. He said he was his nephew's friend and just wanted to hang out. Well we got down to business and he was fucking me. As in years past, he moaned and blew a huge load in my ass. The young guy then asked if he could fuck me, explaining he had never before fucked a man. Of course I agreed. With that he pulled down his shorts and displayed the biggest dick I had ever seen. I remember thinking it was a good thing my buddy had already stretched and lubed my hole. This young guy went right in but didn't last long before he came. When he pulled out I could feel the mixture of cum running down my leg. Afterwards we went out, grabbed some lunch, and returned to the hotel where they both fucked me again.

PART 2 After a short walk, we reached a grim alley with a dark staircase leading down to the basement of an old brick building. A lonely scarlet lightbulb flickered at the bottom of the staircase. I looked at my chaperone worriedly, but then his eyes flickered with that same red glow as before, and I lost myself in his wicked half-smile. “After you,” he said with a flourish. Everything looked red in this light—his skin, his eyes, his teeth. (But why were his teeth suddenly so…shiny? How could his smile glisten like that when everything else was a dim wash of scarlet?) I wondered, but I didn’t ask. I didn’t ask about anything, really—I simply followed this man whose dark energy pulsed and throbbed across the surface of my skin. I glanced back to reassess the strange glint in his teeth, then decided I was just imagining things again. With that, I dutifully walked down the stairs. As I made my descent, I felt an unexpected rush of heat—but not like a rise in outside temperature. It was more like a warmth radiating from the depths of my smooth, quivering, not-yet-fucked hole. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, the door didn’t seem to be a door at all—more like a dense patch of shadows. I looked back at Abraxas for reassurance. He responded by motioning me inside. That’s the first time I entered his sanctuary. I’ve always called it the Red Red Room—the kind of place where even the walls seemed to pulse with their own heartbeat. In that room, nearly everything was the same shade of visceral, rosebud red. As my eyes adjusted, I began to notice a little bit of black here and there to add shape and dimension, plus a few dark-yellow eyes in some of the artwork. In fact, the walls were full of paintings -- every single one having something to do with sex -- and every image was stamped with various obscure symbols that I couldn’t quite make out. That’s when I felt the arm of Abraxas fall on my shoulder. He leaned down and whispered in my ear: “Welcome to the local branch of my corporation.” As he said that, his mouth slid down to my neck, and his long tongue slowly licked the length of my jugular. “Are you ready to have some fun?” he asked, the vibrations in his voice sending a chill across my backbone. “Oh, definitely,” I replied, inclining my head to the left so he had better access to my neck. “That’s fucking beautiful,” he said, tracing that prominent vein in my neck with his fingernail. (But why were his fingernails so sharp?) Then, with a guttural snarl, he grabbed my head with both hands, holding it tight. He withdrew his tongue. I immediately sensed the press of his teeth—now incredibly sharp—against my skin. I distinctly felt two painful punctures that plunged well below the surface. At first, I gasped with a little more pain than pleasure; moments later, with a little more pleasure than pain. Meanwhile, he kept his teeth buried beneath his skin, and I felt something pulse outward from those fresh puncture wounds—almost like a cloud of hot liquid filling my body. He withdrew his teeth. Within seconds, I felt myself take a sharp breath inward, followed by a violent coughing fit. As I coughed, Abraxas casually tore a perfectly straight line down the back of my T-shirt and shorts and underwear, all at once, all in a single motion, causing all of my clothes to fall to the floor in a single clump. The heat of the room traveled along the surface of my suddenly naked body. I turned to look at Abraxas, and was surprised to find that he was naked, too. My eyes immediately locked on his quietly throbbing dick as it extended out from a dense patch of fur, its long upward curve perfectly bridging the 10-inch gap between us. “You don't need to know what just happened--not yet, anyway,” he said. “I'll explain that later. Right now, you just need to enjoy your body, and you need to embrace your hunger. Are you hungry, my little angel Michael?” I shivered at the slightest touch of his cockhead as it pressed against my stomach. “Yes. I am. But I don’t know what I’m hungry for.” “But let's be clear: you're hungry. Right, boy?” “Oh, yes.” “Do you want me to feed you?” I didn't hesitate. “Yes, please.” "C'mon then, angelboy,” he said, running his tongue along the fresh puncture wounds in my neck as he trailed a sharp fingernail down the line of my back. “We'd better do something about that appetite."

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Hi all. Hope you enjoy this - like everything it's based somewhat on some experiences I've had. Alright lads? My name's Stuart. I'm from Skye originally but moved to Glasgow like most of my mates, cause there's fuck-all to do in Skye and even less to shag. A few years back I was back visiting and I bumped into the mother of an old school friend of mine Bill. When she heard I was moving house, she was delighted and asked if I would stay with Bill for a while. She was worried about Bill's choice of friends and it was a fair request. Bill had hit weed pretty strong in college and had dropped out of a computer science course for part-time jobs as a lighting rigger for shows in the city, full-time job as a stoner. Bill lived in a slightly run-down part of Glasgow, in a beautiful old redbrick house with Georgian windows and crappy insulation - I'd been over there once or twice for some great nights smoking my brains out with my straight mate. His mum was right though, his current crowd was full of right dobbers and pissheads! Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed a toke or two. At this stage I hadn't tried much else - a bump of speed once and a few pills if I could get them. However, unlike Bill I didn't arrange my life around drugs. I kept myself fit by joining a canoeing team in college and did some climbing too. At this point just after my Masters, I was 24, dirty blond, pale-as-fuck skin (thank you Scottish weather), lean with defined muscles and if I tensed-up enough, I had a six-pack. After I got the call from his mum, I called Bill to ask him how he was and if he knew of any rooms in his area. "Aye lad, yeah sorry I forgot to mention it, there's the room going here" he drawled, "but you'll have to be ok'd by the landlords first, but you'll have no bother with them" he continued with a bit of a leery tone. I replied "what do you mean?" I could hear him stop for a toke, hold it, release, and then continued, "they're poofs like you man, you can probably talk to them about fuckin' flower arrangin' or some shite" I laughed "haha, fuck you, ya wee gob, I still remember your stamp collection phase". He spluttered with that comment "not a word of that now, if we're to be housemates, no leaking of any dirty secrets!" I chuckled, "well put in a good word for me and I'll see about "forgetting" certain key facts about Scotland's 1998 philatelist-to-watch award winner". After a few more friendly jibes, Bill told me he'd call them and get them to give me a text with an appointment in the next few days. The following Saturday I got a text "Hi this is Davie, Bill's landlord, Would you able to pop by at 7 tonight?" I groaned a little cause it was midday and as I had just arranged a shag with this fit guy I met through a fuck-buddy of mine - Pedro. At least I was told he was fit. My fuck buddy Andrew being a total slut that he was, had to cancel a shag last minute, and suggested to Pedro that he could get him a replacement. When I got the text that morning I chuckled. Only Andrew would be considerate enough to think of my hole, I thought - although granted, Pedro sounded pretty fit - 36, Spanish, good body, a bit sleazy, 9" cock with a slight curve, top. Ok maybe it was the last part I was happiest with. A drag queen from the local shows used to say "Glasgow is like American Apparel - you can never find a decent top!" And I was due to meet this top at 4pm about a ten-minute walk from Bill's house. "Fuck it" I thought, "I am not turning down some prime Spanish meat for this meeting, I'll get fucked by him and then meet Davie, and then afterward I'll go back for more!" My contact from Pedro had been minimal, I was interested what he meant by sleazy. I just got a message from a blurry torso with rose tattoo on the left pec on Grindr saying "I hear Andrew's recommended you as an animal in the sack, looking forward to later" and an address. At 3.50pm, I got to the apartment at that address and got buzzed in - from the stairwell I saw his door was ajar. I walked in and closed the door behind me and heard a voice "In here Stuart!". I followed the voice to a bedroom and opening the door I saw Pedro, naked, kneeling on the bed facing me, with one hand smoking a joint and with the other stroking his beautiful cock. He had deep golden skin, a shaved head and a fit body with some tattoos. There was the rose on his left pec and more colourful tats on both arms and legs. If this was the United States I'd bet people would be be checking their wallets, but here in grey, dull Glasgow he was exotic. He smiled at me, "hey chico, wanna suck on this". I took my bag and jacket off and walked over to him, "hi Pedro", I said "your pictures don't do you justice". He smiled, took a drag and then pulled me by my shirt-front and kissed me, giving me a blowback from the joint as he did. "It's all yours boy, enjoy the ride" and pulled me down to his cock. Pedro's cock was darker the rest of him and his black pubes were kept trim but were still a bit curly. Kneeling in front of the bed I held his growing cock and started to rhythmically stroke it to full hardness while I got my shirt off with the other hand. I licked the velvety skin of the shaft and took his cock head in my mouth. I only started with the first third of his cock and my mouth felt almost full. His cock was thick, a bit salty and juicy, with a long foreskin I played with a little as I pulled him into a better position. As I started to tug at my jeans Pedro said "Don't be in a hurry boy", and started rubbing my face against his cock, "now show me those cock-sucking skills I've heard about". His cock was getting longer and harder in my hand and mouth, sticking out with a curve to the right. I smelled his clean but strong scent -I fucking love a good sweaty guy! I started to move my head down him. As we got into it, I made my signature move - when you put the tip of your tongue up to the roof of your mouth (like when you say the letter L) and hold it firm while the cock moves back up to push past it in your mouth. Then as it breaks past the tongue, the tongue is quickly slid underneath the shaft - rinse and repeat. Pedro was loving it "Aw yeah chico, do more of that!" I gripped his brown ass and licked a finger to rub his hole, but Pedro said "no dude, I ain't gay for that kinda shit". "Oh great" I thought, "another closet case", but the dick was right - it just fit beautifully in my mouth, soft and firm, pumping in and out. My mouth, his dick - they were like custom designed for each other. I got into a rhythm with Pedro, with him moving his hips as his cock-head increased pace and started pummelling the back of my throat. I took ages slurping and sucking his cock, occasionally licking his taint and balls - this Spaniard was loving the attention, but wouldn't let me rim him. I'd take little breaks to swallow all the extra spit that had built up and one of these Pedro passed me the spliff again. "Up on the bed chico" he said, and started to help me out of my trousers. At this stage the effect of the joint was making me more relaxed and sensual. I shucked off my trousers and shoes and grabbed Pedro and kissed him passionately, tongues battling it out and invading eachother's mouths. "Thank fuck he's got no hang-ups about kissing" I thought to myself, and revised my notions about him being an "MSM" (straight men who lie to themselves that shagging men doesn't make them gay or bi) and thought he was just a top who knew what he wants. Much better. I tasted something acrid in his mouth, and pulled off him to say "what have you been drinking? Window cleaner?" He smirked at me, "close", he said, "you had G before?" I'd heard of G but never tried it. I knew it was easy to overdose on it so I shook my head, "maybe later" I replied. He kissed me down my chest, stopped at my briefs to pull out my semi-hard cock and gave me a few cursory welcoming licks, but as a consumate bottom I knew what he was looking for and twisted myself round to put my ass on display. My ass is pretty fucking beautiful if I do say so myself. All my climbing work has given me a firm white ass with a bright pink pucker I keep shaved. As he inched my underwear off and I spread my cheeks I heard an intake of breath "Dios mio, what a fucking culo" I turned my head to see Pedro taking in my "rear-view". He dove in to my ass with his mouth. Lappping and sucking. He did stuff to me that I can't quite describe and I wish I'd asked him later so I could improve my own technique - but fuck yeah he was good. He used his tongue in a way it felt like his tongue was fucking me but also knew just the right amount of finger to mix in with the rimming. "Mmm, oh chico, this ass is art! You should become an ass-fucking-model. He made those photographer "frames" with his thumbs and index fingers jokingly and then said "this china-white ass deserves a photo!" I quipped "as long as my face isn't in it, I'm game". Pedro looked at me with a devilish smirk, cock at full attention, while rummaging around his room for a camera, "what else are you game for, china-white chico?" Now I'm not naive by a long shot, and I know that in Scotland and the rest of the UK at least "China-white" used to be a term for cocaine, there was a club in London named it as well, so when Pedro pulls out a giant bag of white powder with his camera and places it on the tablestand, I try to just wryly raise an eyebrow - who knows maybe I came across suave and worldly, maybe I looked like I had a facial-tick. I was pretty stoned by then and so was Pedro. This was a huge bag of coke - we're talking at least 500 grammes - like the stuff you see on television, not in a two-bed apartment in Glasgow. I half-expected some officer to magically appear with a knife to cut the bag and rub some on their teeth. "That's a lot of coke Pedro" I said, as levelly as possible. "No shit chico, and I want to snort some china-white off that china-white as of yours" he said with a gleam in his eye. It was about then that I realised his pupils were fully dilated. I laughed "you've been sampling this a bit already, haven't you?". He just laughed too, and brought out a tray and poured out a bit and started crushing it and making it into lines with a credit card. As he took out a plastic straw and cut two short lengths, I knew then I was going to be snorting coke for the first time. He looked up at me and said, "you game China-white?" There was a clock on the wall and it was reading 4.20 (I took a drag of the spliff) and I asked, "Pedro, you can do it, but I've to meet my landlord at 7. How long does coke last?". Pedro immediately realised I was a coke-virgin and bringing over the tray said "don't worry Stuart, it'll be just a mild buzz like coffee by that time". Lying bastard.

Ok guys, I made up my decision, I finally decided to be fucked bareback and to take my first undetectable poz loads from two pozz partners , will breed my next week

I woke up last night to my bf rubbing his dick on my ass. I told him to lube up and push it in, assuming he would, as usual, take it slow. While he lubed up I took two big hits of poppers. He apparently noticed what I was doing because he shoved his cock all the way into my ass, balls-deep. I let out a huge moan as he did so, which must have turned him on more as he pulled out and slammed his cock in me again. He fucked me so hard for at least 15 minutes. Each time I took a hit of poppers he would pull out and slam his cock into me. I thought we were going to break the headboard. Finally he said he needed to take a break. We both fell back asleep, neither one of us having came or so I thought. After getting lunch today I told him how bad I wanted his cum last night. He just laughed and said he came twice in me. Now, he always tells me when he's about to cum in my ass, so that fact that he sort-of stealthed me, got me hard. I especially loved knowing that his poz undetectable cum had been sitting in my guts for over 12 hours.

It seems to me that if you let someone put his cock into your ass bare then you shouldn't complain if he leaves his cum inside you. Me? It's up to him. I'll suck to swallow or, if he thinks my ass is pretty enough, I'll take his cock bare and he can either feed or breed me. I do love hearing his breathing change and feeling his stroking increase as he's feeling the urge to cum. It's still up to him. I'll take the cum anywhere he wants to leave it but prefer it either in my mouth for me to swallow or as deep as possible inside my ass. It surprised me a week after my solo situation that I not only met Paul but let him spend the weekend with me. Something had changed it seemed. He was the horniest bastard I had ever seen him be. That's why I let him stay for the entire weekend. He did share a beer or so every so often, but he was insatiable. He seemed intent on having me either sucking his cock and having me swallow his cum or bending me over and leaving me well fucked and bred every couple hours. I was wondering if he had gotten a prescription for Viagra and abused the hell out of it the way he kept up with me. It nagged at the back of my mind that he might be trying to lure me away from the breeding parties but I knew he was far smarter than that. He surely knew that I had to have more anonymous cock and cum. Surprisingly, the subject of my status was never discussed. Two weeks later, mid-week, I received a text from the host. He wanted to set up an extended breeding party, starting on a Friday evening and extending into Saturday as far as the tops would appear and attend. His question to me amounted to was I available and would I be willing to be the sole bottom for the session. I texted back asking if status was known or part of this breeding set. The answer was short. "Does it matter?" I responded by simply asking "What time?" I had questions when I arrived but kept them to myself. It was clear I was indeed the only bottom as I arrived. There were a number of vehicles in the parking lot so I was intrigued. It looked to me that it would be a constant gangbang for the first part of the evening. The preliminaries were over quickly. I stripped in the bottom's room and was met by one attendant who blindfolded me, led me to the fucking bench and quickly secured me. What surprised me was he immediately mounted me himself and fucked for several minutes. What a way to start. I snapped for poppers and was met with, "You'll get your poppers when I get through." I knew who my popper friend was now. I begged him to breed me, give me what I wanted. It was still several minutes away but I was finally awarded with his animalistic grunting and his clinching my hips as he plunged into my ass and held there for a minute or more. He stroked in and out slowly afterwards then pulled out. "There," he said, "you're lubed up." I was surprised that I didn't feel anything warm on my scrotum, so I assumed that he had either used a condom or simply didn't shoot a large load. I found myself wondering if this was actually part of the intended party tonight or if he simply took advantage of the situation. Either way, I wasn't going to complain. I quickly learned that he had taken advantage of his position, and intended to keep it between the two of us. The host announced that it was going to be a single bottom and, unfortunately for the tops, they would have to decide between themselves the order that they would be using me. It was made clear to me, however, I was expected to be available to take cock and cum for the next twenty four hours, that I was to be at the beck and call of the tops. In my estimate the first hour was the busiest. I took, by my best guess, at least eight different cocks and, hopefully, that many loads of cum. I was a happily accepted constant invasion of my ass. I was kept full of various sized cocks and, apparently after having satisfied his lust, my friend was very prompt with the poppers. I almost didn't have to snap. I tried my best to keep count and did up till about number twenty two. Surprisingly, I wasn't sore or hurting. I was obviously being fucked bare and they were all cumming inside me. My balls were kept warm by a continuous leak of seminal fluid. Out of that strange corner of my mind, I wondered who cleaned this room and what did they think? The number of cocks fucking me slowed considerably but the duration kicked up as the night slowed. Instead of cock after cock fucking me, I was being steadily fucked by one guy for quite some time. He came after an estimated half hour or so then was replaced by another cock that started a slow paced stroking that took several minutes to increase. This newer cock slowly increased his pace but still took some time to even sound as though he was approaching his climax. He finally slowed and plunged into me. After he pulled out, I felt that, now familiar and happy feeling of warmth flowing onto my scrotum. I knew he had finally cum. He mumbled something that I didn't understand and the host told me that he wanted me to know that he had pleased himself three times and to thank me for it. I had no idea what time it was, but I heard the door open again. The host welcomed the additional tops and thanked them for making time for tonight's entertainment. The pace of my getting fucked picked up for a couple hours by my best guess. Instead of just one cock in me for a long time, it was a virtual slideshow of cocks for the next couple hours at various intervals ranging from three to twenty minutes apiece. I was loose as hell, my guts on fire and my balls covered with cum. I was in ecstasy. I had been hitting the poppers quite often but not for relief. There hadn't been any cocks that were painfully obtrusive for the evening, so I had been enjoying myself up to that point. The poppers kept me going but I was beginning to wear thin. I didn't know what time it was but was still enjoying the sexual attention. I was, at last, the sole hole in a gangbang, something that most gay men only dreamed of. I noted that the number of cocks slowed again but the duration of the fucking went up again. I settled my mind back to the neutral position and simply controlled my breathing to enjoy the sensations. The next several hours became a blur. I drifted in and out, finding myself, on occasion, actually falling asleep while being fucked and wakened as the next guy slipped in. For a while it got to where I was almost asleep and only waking as I heard the top about to cum. I was puzzled at how that could be happening. Was I that tired? I vaguely remember taking cock after cock and each cock fit very comfortably inside my ass. I do remember thinking I was feeling quite warm, and wondered why, but I knew I simply wanted more and more cock, more cum. I wanted each man to leave his load in my ass. More hours passed, and as the morning light arrived, the number of tops slowed and I began to recover from that warm, horny feeling that I suddenly recalled feeling during the last time I was whored out. At some point I had been drugged and didn't know how. It hadn't been unpleasant but unexpected. I suddenly wanted that feeling again. I was already unnaturally horny toward being fucked and bred but I found that I loved that warmth that increased that horniness. I had to find out what had happened just as I felt another load of cum being pumped into me. Saturday evening arrived and I was somewhat oblivious to it. I had gotten far too comfortable on the bench and, mentally, being a cum dump. My only attachments to being human at that point was the vague feelings of hunger and thirst. The host made drinks available to me after I was released and apologized at not having thought of it earlier. I was strangely buzzed in a manner I didn't fully realize but felt myself coming down. The host told me that I had full run of the facilities for the night if I wished. I declined telling him I wanted to go home. He pronounced me not capable of leaving in my condition, but insisted someone would drive me home. My head still wasn't straight after showering. Normally, I would have attempted to leave as much cum inside me as possible, but in any event my balls and thighs were coated with cum, so I showered. I was shocked to see that Paul had commanderered my keys and would drive me home. The conversation on the way home was, to say the least, quite interesting.

Uncle Jim The three were kept high until mid day Sunday when they all began to relax. Alex and Freddie knew that they'd soon crash but Freddie had no idea that he was going to pass out for a coupe days. While the three teens chilled Ray approached his friend Uncle Jim. The two had discussed Rays moving together with Uncle Jim. Now that Freddie was well fucked and had been away from home for his dad and step mom he thought this would be a prefect time to inform his father about his two son's sexually Ray's relationship with his father was already stressed and he knew that his brother's regained wasn't much better. He grabbed Freddie phone from his pants pocket and noticed a number of missed calls and texts from their father. He knew it was time, he called their father from Freddie's phone and when his father answered screaming and asking where he (Freddie) was, why he was out all night and asking why he hadn't called. Ray (acting like Freddie) told their father that he was with his older brother (Ray) and had been at a sex party getting fucked by guy after guy. In not so many words Ray had just told their father that they were both gay, although Freddie didn't really know it yet. The brothers followed Uncle Jim back to their house. When they got their Freddie was already out while Alex and Nick were ready to join him. They carried Freddie to the Alex's bedroom where they stripped Freddie down and placed him in Alex 's bed. The two teens stripped down and climbed in with Freddie with one on their new friend right and the other on his left. They were out for over 12 hours as they recovered from the lack of sleep they had the past weekend. Freddie was slightly freaked when he woke up in between Alex and Nick, all three were naked. Freddie looked around for his clothes but none were found. Alex and Nick made sure that anything that would fit any of them was well hidden. Freddie kept saying he needed to get dressed and get home before his parents freaked. That's when Alex and Nick began to make advancements on their new friend. At first he was resistant, but as he recalled the events of the weekend he quickly flooded back. Once Freddie was rock hard Alex guided Freddie's cock inside Nick's ass. With Alex's coaching Freddie quickly dropped a load inside Nick's hole. As Freddie caught his breath Alex maneuvered him so that he could spoiling suck his hard and dripping cock. Freddie was more resistant to sucking his cock but with Alex and Freddie coaching him he had Alex's cock in his mouth. Alex's balls were so full of cum and he was so horny coming of a weekend of partying he blew a nice size load in Freddie's mouth. As Freddie attempted to deal with the load of jizz in his mouth Nick licked up what dribbled out ending in a cummy kiss. As Freddie continued to deal with his new found male on male sex again he wondered where he was and what was going on. Alex and Nick led Freddie down stairs where Uncle Jim and Ray had breakfast waiting. All three were starved and quickly chowed down. While they were eating Ray explained that their father didn't want to see his two gay sons ever again. Freddie asked how dad found out what happened that weekend. Ray let his younger brother know that against his advice Freddie called dad and told him that he spent the weekend getting fucked by Ray and a number of his gay friend. Ray showed Freddie his phone and he saw that the last call he made a couple days ago was to his father. Since then his service was cut since his phone was through a family plan. Ray let his younger brother that he needn't worry since he'd look agree him since he was kicked out. The next day Nick began to feel sick. A couple days later Freddie stated to feel sick. Nick's fuck flu was right on schedule about two to three weeks after he was exposed. Freddie came on quicker since every slam he was given over the weekend had an ample amount of his older brother's poz blood. As Alex cared for his sick friends Uncle Jim and Ray discussed plans to use the family home for a base of operations. With the local community college and a major university close by they figured that they could bring in some nice young talent with their newly pozzed family members. Once the two newly poz boys were feeling better they all returned to classes. Alex and Nick went back to the community college while Freddie went back to classes at the local university. Alex and Nick had a could friend they knew that would be willing to party at the house. Freddie knew a few himself including a guy who was in the university's football team. The party was planned for the holiday weekend coming up in a month. In the mean time Uncle Jim and Ray taught their three teens the art of partying. Alex was already aware of the importance of taking Viagra week before starting to party to insure that they'd be able and t-dick. Each teen took their Viagra as Alex helped Uncle Jim and Ray teach Nick and Freddie how to slam. They practiced with sterile water before they'd hit the real shit. Uncle Jim and Ray planned to watch (and video) the action between the three teens as they were testing out the installed video cameras that were installed around the pool and in the pool house. It was evident that the Viagra was starting to work as the teens were starting to sport wood as they made their way out to the pool house. Once they were in the pool house they pulled out the fresh points, filled each with the same amount of crushed Tina, added sterile water and each prepared to slam themselves. Each applied a tourniquet on his upper arm, swabbed a prominent vein then stuck their point in before pulling back on the plunger just enough to register a flash of blood. They looked at each other as they each emptied their point simultaneously before Alex counted off, 1-2-3, and they each pulled their tourniquet off at any the same time. As each one coughed out they then proceeded to kiss, lick, suck and fuck while Uncle Jim and Ray watched on camera. After each one fucked the other they then took a break for a quick swim before another slam and more action out by the pool. After sufficient action the camera were ready for the party in two weeks.

Uncle Jim 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 the three cum holes were sent into the stratosphere Uncle Jim, Ray and one of there other friend with a nice size cock equal to the 8"each of the box friends (Jim and Ray) had laid down on the mattresses with their heads towards where the mattresses met in the middle of the room. As the three teens were rushing they were helped to their feet and assisted as they each mounted their signed cock (Alex mounted his uncle, Freddie mounted his older brother and Nick mounted their third friend) before they were pulled in for a deep kiss. This was Freddie's first kiss as the three teens were easily distracted. While the three were leaning in for their kiss they each felt a hand on their lower back. This still didn't hint on what each was about to get. Freddie was the first to feel the second cock start to slide in along side his brother's. As Freddie moaned out in pain and pleasure as both Alex and Nick began to feel their own double penetration. Both enjoyed the extra feeling of being filled as they were able to watch each other getting fucked. This do was mostly for Freddie to stretch and rip him a little allowing the poz jizz to seep into his rectum and into his blood system. Ray made sure that the second cock to penetrate his brother's ass was the largest of the remaining friend. Alex and Nick could see the pain in Freddie's face as he was really being stretched. The next few hours the three were well fucked and constantly high. While they were getting dp'ed they'd get a slam at regular intervals. Alex and Nick got to watch Freddie get his additional slams. This really turned Alex on as he was getting week stimulated by the two cocks inside his week stretched ass. Alex then got to watch Nick get his next slam and when it came time for Alex to get his slam he was well turned on. Alex felt the tourniquet being applied to his arm as he heard Nick cough and watched Freddie turn into a tweaked out cum dump. He then felt the coolness of the alcohol followed by the pinch of the point. After the tourniquet was removed Alex coughed out hard his body began convulsing. Uncle Jim and the second guy fucking Alex felt this stimulating their cocks. This simulation caused Alex to begin to cum which caused his ass to squeeze the two cocks in his ass sending them over the edge. All three guys began to cum together as the two filled Alex's tight ass and Alex sprayed his cum on his uncle's chest and flat abs. After all three called down and caught their breaths Uncle Jim and his friend pulled out of Alex and they allowed him to rest as the other two continued to be double fucked. Alex looked over at his buddy Nick then the two of them looked at Freddie then back at each other and smiled. The three were kept high until mid day Sunday when they all began to relax. Alex and Freddie knew that they'd soon crash but Freddie had no idea that he was going to pass out for a coupe days.

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.

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.

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

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.

2012-05-23 I had not planned on spending more that 20 or thirty minutes here, I thought to myself. Get in, get the stuff (with a little bartering), and get out. Now I was staring up at the ceiling into the mirror that my host (and meth dealer) Gary had so wisely placed above the leather sling I now found myself fastened into. The leather hood I was wearing let me see, breathe and gave others access to my mouth. The black leather is supple, and I saw myself in the mirror, the rainbow studded leather collar, harness and matching jock on my 155 lb frame; I liked what I saw, how my legs and arms were spread and tied to the sling's chains - immobile and subject to whatever would happen. I thought back to what I had met Gary three months ago, and I don't know why I was surprised this was happening to me; in the first twenty minutes after meeting him, it was obvious that he was twisted (in the good kind of way). A friend of mine, Steve, introduced me to Gary because I was having so much trouble finding a reliable source for tina. We drove to Gary's house one Friday afternoon so Steve could vouch for me when we started dealing. The first sight I had of Gary was a memorable one. He came to his front screen door dressed in his harness and chaps. He swaggered a bit, looking oh so hot as his black leather chaps framed his thick, half erect cock as it was swinging back and forth. His cock was decorated nicely with a thick shiny silver cock ring and an impressively large PA. He met my eyes and we had one of those moments when you know you're going to end up fucking. Still, I tried to keep it business, allowing Steve to do all the talking. Gary invited us downstairs to his "office" to complete our business. The "office" was a large basement room with a padded floor, a leather sling a bed, - all made more inviting by the dim red track lights which covered the whole room. He sat at a table, arranging things for the deal. I told him what I wanted and he weighed it out for me, bagged it, and then asked me if I was a cop. I laughed, and said "Hell no." He smiled at me, then said "A cop wouldn't suck my cock would he?" "No I guess, not" I laughed. He remained serious and said "Want to convince me?" Gary was sitting on a chair stoking his hardening prong as he spoke to me. I didn't know if he was really was serious or not, but I figured what the hell, and knelt between his legs and took his big tool in my mouth. The PA was clicking a little on my teeth, but I kept going. Gary was encouraging me and Steve just watched. Gary whispered in my ear that he'd give me some bonus product if I finished him off, and I eagerly agreed, and began to worship his beautiful tool, which now stood full mast at 8" long and slightly less thick than a beer can. I wasn't going anywhere. Eventually I finished him off, got the product from him and Steve and I left that day as I was the attraction at a gang bang at a local hotel (another story). A week later, I called up Gary and told him I'd like to stop by, but I'd be alone this time. He said "Sure, I'll see you when you get here." I arrived at his place 30 minutes later, and he came to the door looking much the same as last time, which made me hot for him to use that big cock of his on me again. We went down to the office again, and proceeded with the deal. Once Gary had it all weighed out, he started to hand it to me, but stopped short. "How'd you like to prove you're not a cop again?" "Absolutely" I said, kneeling down and engulfing him as he chuckled "Fucking tina whore." That turned me on incredibly - being a tweaking bottom slut with my dealer's big 8" cock in my mouth. I heard the sound of a torch being lit, and he nudged my cheek to give me a hit off his bong. Just the first thick hit of tina smoke was enough to put me at his mercy, but we kept smoking and recycling the hits to each other until we were flying pretty high. He offered me a glass of punch, saying "Drink this, it's G. You'll like it." I eagerly did whatever he told me to, drinking the G down quickly and then going back to work on his cock. His wonderfully thick dick responded quickly and he was hard as a rock in no time - no tina dick for Gary. "You like to get fucked, isn't right Jim?" he asked. "Fuck yes" I said. "I'd love it if you fucked me - I've been thinking about that for a week now." He ordered me on the bed, all fours style, and after lubing my hole with some elbow grease, slid that marvelous tool into my ass-pussy to the hilt in one motion. "Fuck yeah!" we both erupted at once. We fucked for at least an hour and a half, with Gary depositing two loads in my ass before I steadied myself to leave. "There's a little extra in the bag" he said. "See you next week, I suppose." "Great" I answered and with a little wobbliness, walked to my car. The deals with Gary had been going according to that general theme for these last three months. It even developed into a little role playing scene, like I was giving him sex for meth. I was paying, of course, but the scene of him using me as a cum dump as a payment for meth turned us both on immensely. The sex was always white hot - in our little scene he saw that I liked being called degrading names and made to feel that I was completely his to use as he wanted. He so naturally assumed the Dominant role and I the submissive one, that I truly wouldn't call it role playing. It was the first three months of one of the hottest affairs I've ever had. So here I am today, looking up at leathered and bound self, unable to get out of the sling, close my legs or keep anything from entering my mouth. I was a little uneasy, this kind of thing being new to me, but horny beyond description, my ass was tingling from the little bit of tina we'd smoked, and I wanted Gary to fill it as soon as possible. But Gary had left the room after tying me into the sling, he put a poppers soaked cotton ball in the little pouch of the hood as well; my head was swimming and I began to realize Gary had been gone nearly half an hour. I chuckled a little - why was I surprised at being on the altar here in this scarlet tinted dungeon shrine to gay piggish sex? A total slut, tied spread eagle in a sling, unable to move or even scratch my balls, smelling nothing but the amyl, and hearing nothing but fuck-me fuck-me fuck-me techno music in the room. It was all making me hornier by the second! Hell, I realized I wasn't surprised at where I was at all, but realized I loved being here - here, like this - it's just what I am. I am, and always have been a submissive bottom for tops to use and subjugate. I took my first cock at a very young age, and loved it. I just naturally love it when men use me. I love to party, take cocks bareback, get fisted, drink cum and piss and of course, am HIV+ - your typical pussy white bottom. So I was eager when I heard footsteps on the stairs finally, and I began to get excited, thinking about nothing but how I was going to give my hole and mouth completely to worship Gary's big cock. I detected more than one set of footsteps coming down the stairs. Since I had no view of the stairs, I had to wait until whoever they were came around to the foot of the sling to see them. Gary stood, his ringed and PA'ed cock protruding from his crotch, the look of it teasing my itchy hole by its absence. Two men had arrived with him. One was black and was older, maybe late forties, a big thick cock like Gary's (no PA), and moderately hairy, but naked except for his black boots red and black leather bands around his biceps, pierced nipples and lots of tats, 6'4" 230, shaved head, goatee with braids, (with an huge earring that made me think of Mr Clean); his dark brown eyes were piercing directly into mine - he smiled the smile of a conqueror. Gary later addressed him as Stick, and further identified him as his supplier from Dallas. I licked my lips as I stared back. The other man was Black-Mexican, late 30's or early 40's, 6'4, maybe 200 lbs, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses a baseball cap and a leather harness around his incredible cock (thicker than Gary's - later I'd find out it was 10" with an 8" circumference). Gary spoke first saying "This is my cunt", clearly referring to me. "He thinks he likes to get high on tina and have his sloppy slut hole and mouth used. You'll enjoy him, but first we need to teach him how to really do tina. Here cunt, drink this" handing me the usual G-laced cola. I drank it down without hesitation. With that, Mr Clean produced several orange tipped syringes full of fluid. He was an intimidating looking man, but he softened his expression and assured me as he began to swab my arm - he had a smooth voice, saying "Just stay still. You'll feel a coughing sensation, it's normal, you'll love it - wait for the ride, ok cunt?" "Yes sir," I answered. With a firm grip he steadied my right arm, fixed a tourniquet on it and uncovered the needle. He was confident and smooth, hitting a vein and drawing blood back into the syringe with one motion, then pushing the liquid into my bloodstream steadily until the rig was empty, and just as quickly slapped a bandaid over the spot as he withdrew the needle. It was my first slam ever. I can't find the words to describe what I felt like that first time; after the cough, my ears began ringing and a rush of pleasure and what I can only say is the emotional state of extreme horniness overwhelmed me; I couldn't focus my eyes, my asshole actually started to burn intensely - not with pain, but pure lust. All I wanted was cock - in my mouth, in my pussy, and over and over again. I guess the Mex-Black guy (his name was Pedro) and Gary slammed at the same time I did; as soon as Stick was finished he slammed himself. I was awash in such an intense wave of carnal desire, so willing to give myself for the pleasure of these men that I could not imagine what I would not do to please them, or to satisfy what was now a raging overpowering piggyness. I began chanting "Fuck me, please sir fuck me" over and over again. Gary stuck his cock into my mouth from above, oozing more pre-cum than I've ever seen someone put out. I greedily took his cock in my mouth, but he pushed in all the way down my throat, smiling evilly at me as he said "You're going to be my good little junkie cunt and satisfy my friends, right?" "MMMHHHMMM" was all I could utter. Gary took his cock out so I could breathe - I gagged a little but begged for more. I was flying and my hole was hungry to get fucked. Stick stood rubbing his cock on my hole's opening, jamming wads of lube up my chute and smearing lube all over my hole and butt. He said nothing to me, just looked me in the eye as he slammed his big cock into my pussy ass. Oh God, it felt so good, his thick hard cock, hot inside me and sawing in and out of my bottom faster and faster. He paused a few times, but said nothing to me. I was still swallowing Gary's cock. He held his cock in me for a few seconds then pulled it out, leaving my hole open. I began to moan and wiggle by ass in an attempt to beg for him to put it back in again. Instead, Pedro with his 10x8 monster moved in and began to fuck me silly. He got very verbal, especially about my being a shameless junkie puta for black cock and little fag who was a cum dump for real men. He slapped my ass several times, ordering me to show him how much I love his big black prick as he held still and I slid my pussy up and down his pole as the sling's pendulum motion impaled me on his beautiful cock over and over. Gary and Pedro skewered me for sometime - I have no idea how long - until Gary began to quicken his pace and shot the first load of the evening onto my belly, some of which Pedro raked immediately into my cunt. Gary fed me the rest, and kept fucking my mouth as I sucked his cock clean and swallowed his cum. "Yeah," Pedro taunted me - "fucking cum drinking pussy. You little bitch, you want some more? I'm breeding you right.....now!" And Pedro pounded my ass with violent, quick and full strokes of his 10" of manhood, shooting all of his huge load inside me, continuing to thrust as his jizz made my sloppy ass squish with every stroke. As Pedro pulled out, he moved to my mouth and had me clean his cock as Stick took his place in my ass with his big cock. He was harder than Pedro and fucked slower, using full measured thrusts as he gazed into my eyes. "You like what's happening to you, cunt?" I moaned in affirmation. Stick continued saying "Yeah, I love fucking a real true bottom like you. You love getting fucked don't you." "MMMHHHMMM," I moaned again. Once Pedro's cock was clean, he and Gary smoked a joint as Stick took his time with my ass. "Your hole feels so wide open and ready for stretching. Gary said you'd be a complete pig for getting your ass opened up. I like fucking pussies like you. It turns me on to own a pussy like you and see you take cock like a bitch. Everyone thinks you're a man but you're really a horny little fag who loves to get his ass fucked and be a real man's little bitch." I stared at him hungrily. His dirty, humiliating talk was making me into more and more of the bitch he was calling me. "I get off using a shameless junkie bottom pig like you. You don't care what we do as long as we fuck you right, cunt" he slammed his big cock in my hole. I thrusted back, moaning, "Yes, Sir, I'm your cunt." "You have a nice cunt, so hungry." Stick whispered. "Gary says you whore to get tina, is that right?" he asked. "I like playing like I do," I answered, "it's hot to imagine begging my dealer to put my cunt for sale so I can get high." "I'll bet you would whore for tina if you had the chance, cunt like you would do anything to get a cock in his pussy, right?" "Yes Sir, I suppose so, I've always thought that it is hot to get paid when a guy fucks me." "So you have been paid by guys who fucked you? That's so fucking raunchy, cunt, and I love it! You're really just a cheap fucking whore, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir. I was filled with cock and being told what a whore I was." "Awesome! You cunt, I'm going to show you what a real fucking is. You ready to whore for me tonight for real?" "Fuck yeah" I said, grinding my cunt on his cock. "I have two guys who are going to pay $20 to fuck your mouth and pussy - they think you're neg and that you are getting pozzed this weekend. I think there will be at least five more tonight too. I keep all the money and pay you in tina. What do you say to that?" "I don't think I've ever been so hot to get fucked in my whole life, Sir." "OK, cool cunt, now shut the fuck up for the rest of the evening - I mean it. You're just my hole to pimp out." I nodded. Stick fucked me hard and fast, and gave me his load, filling my hole as he looked down on me with a nasty smile. His cock stayed hard and I was gyrating on it as Gary and Pedro came over after finishing their joint. They asked Stick if he told me about his plan to pimp me out. "Look at the way he's pumping on my dick, he's so hot and ready to be my cheap little whore" Stick said. Gary untied me from the sling and allowed me to get on the bed. Pedro had sat down and I mounted his cock facing away from him, taking Stick's cock into my mouth. Pedro took my legs and spread them, and Gary slipped his fat cock into my cunt next to Pedro's. As Stick fed my mouth with his cock, there was the sound of a doorbell. Gary bellowed, "Come on in, down in the basement." Soon two tall lanky twenty-something guys witnessed the three of them stuffing me with cock. "Look at that whore we're going to fuck, looks like he loves cock" one said, and they both began to strip. "Who's Stick? It was Twenty for both of us, right?" someone asked, to which Stick replied "I'm Stick, and yes, it's $20 for each of you. Okay guys, let's let these two studs have the cunt, since they're paying for it" whereupon Gary and Pedro disengaged themselves from the mattress. "He wants both our poz loads, right?" one of the new guys asked. "Yeah, fuck yeah, the cunt's yours to use. Breed his cunt all you want" said Stick. I was moaning in anticipation. The darker of the two young guys took his shorts off, letting his nice thick dick go free. I immediately sucked it into my mouth. I was on all fours on the bed, and the other kid started rubbing my hole with lube. "How many loads so far, fag?" "Three" Stick answered for me. "Cunt doesn't use his mouth for talking." The guy at my pussy shoved his bare cock into me as he slapped my ass. "You like my hard cock, you pussy ass faggot?" I clenched my hole around his cock as I took the other kid's cock down my throat held it there and gently bobbed on it. We fucked like that for 20 or 30 minutes, as Gary, Stick and Pedro just watched, occasionally commenting on what a good little prostitute I was - God, I was in heaven. Soon, the guy in my ass nutted loudly taunting me to take his buggy jizz and triumphantly announcing to me that he was converting my sorry ass. He pulled out and switched with the other kid, and soon, he also sprayed a load in my cunt as I cleaned his buddy's cock with my mouth. He slowly pulled out and spread my pussy open to get a look at my loaded ass. "You're going tot get bred a lot more before you're through, cunt. How does it feel to be a cheap ten dollar whore?" I responded by enthusiastically cleaning his cock off. "Fucking fag - you're a hot little cunt, crazy for cock and cum, huh?" I smiled. After the two kids left, Stick came over to me. "It will be about 90 minutes before the next guests arrive. I noticed you don't have any ink. I think you should get a whore tag above your cunt. You can talk, cunt." "I've thought about it, Sir. Seems hot" I answered. "I have my rig in the car, I won't make you, but I think you'd look fucking hot with a nice little whore tag over your cunt" he took me by surprise with that. In a moment I made the decision. "I would love for you to give me a whore tag, Sir." I didn't believe I was saying yes. Stick retrieved his tattoo rig and set up, as I was sucking Pedro again. He showed me a pattern for a red bio-hazard sign over a red and black pinstripe. "Perfect," I agreed. Stick knew what he was doing, and it took about an hour. It was somewhat painful. After he finished, he took a pic of for me. It was like the pattern, eight inches wide and three inches tall, centered over my butt crack. God, I thought it looks hot, right above my cunt, giving the tops something to read as they fucked me. I noticed a detail Stick had added: in the loops of the pinstripe he inserted the letters, Slut Pig, but you had to look close to notice them. He put some ointment on it, as I sucked on Pedro again. I could hear him dialing his phone. "Ok, cunt. Let's get you ready for this group. There are five guys coming over to breed you." Stick tied me up on all fours on the bed. I could move my arms a bit and I could see who would be fucking me in the mirror in front of me. "I'm going to video this and get it on ICU, cool Stick?" Gary said"Hell yeah," Stick said. Ten minutes later six not five guys came down the stairs: five white, one black. Gary escorted them over to Stick, who took their $20 bills as they eyed my upturned cunt, ready to be used. The black guy introduced himself as Darnell. He was 6' 200 and has as thick a cock as I have ever seen. He was first up, but came over to my head, and fed me his cock. "Yeah, take my dick you slut" he ordered me. I was able to take him all, and sucked him for all I was worth, as one of the white guys began unceremoniously fucking my ass with quick violent thrusts. He came quickly, and started watching me suck Darnell. I think he got off more on insulting me for being such whore, than fucking me. Another white man's cock replaced him, bigger this time. He blew quickly too. Three more of the nice looking white guys followed, all loading my cunt with their poz cum. Darnell finally started to fuck me, saying he wasn't gay and not poz, but loved fucking white ass faggots. "You suck dick like a real pro, cunt," he taunted me. "A hell of a lot better than my girlfriend." He was close, as he continued to racially degrade me and ram my ass with his big tool. He'd stop, and make me clench and beg for his cock as I wriggled my ass around his massive log. As he bred me, he bent down and whispered in my ear "I would like to know who you are, man. I'd like to get a lot more of this. Here's my cell number, shoving a paper in my mouth, I'm Darnell, see you later faggot." The six guys left as quickly as they came, and I was left there, all tied-up. Gary came over and put a huge plug in my ass, and untied me. "Ready for another slam, cunt? I think you've earned it." I nodded and started sucking his cock. "Okay, get in the sling, and put your legs up." I complied, whereupon Pedro unceremoniously began shoving wads of crisco into my cunt. I could tell he was going to fist me by how his hands moved, and I huffed on the poppers three or four times, very deeply. He easily plunged his forearm into me half way to his elbow. "Okay, Stick, hit the cunt now" he said, as he slowly twisted his arm in my pussy. Stick found my vein again, and pushed what was .4 gram of meth into my arm. "You'll suck anything after this, won't you?" He leered pervertedly at me as the rush hit me. It was overwhelming, and a little scary, but it evened out quickly. There was nothing in my head except how I could get fucked and used by these three hot twisted Dominant fuckers. I reached down and pulled apart my ass cheeks for Pedro, and he slowly slid his arm to the elbow. "Fucking hot little twisted tweaker you are, cunt. You are a sight to see! Look at what a nasty fucking fag you are - higher that a kite on meth, eleven loads in your cunt, and a big black arm shoved up your pussy hole to the elbow. You really are a total fag aren't you? Ever thought you'd be this much of a shameless slut? God, look at you! Were you ever a man, you little cunt?" The taunting was driving me nuts for more. Stick knew just what to say to push me further. He rudely pinched my tit as he shoved his considerable cock into my mouth and down my throat. I took all I could of his cock and looked up into the mirror, what a fucking sight! Pedro into his elbow and Stick down my throat. Gary had gone upstairs and walked down two blocks to the leather bar - that's what Stick said. Stick got a text from him, and he told me Gary was coming down the stairs soon with three young thuggy looking black guys he met outside the bar. They were selling crack outside the bar, and he told them about this cunt he was using at his place and that I whored for chems, so they eagerly came along. As they arrived downstairs, I thought they looked really sleazy. They stripped naked and stood watching Pedro as he kept fisting my ass to the elbow. They started doing some crack as they watched, offering some to me. I declined, saying "No thanks, man. I'm a tina bitch." From their faces, I know they had never seen anything like what Pedro was doing. One of them, (the thinnest) asked if he could try fisting me too. Pedro slowly pulled out and showed them how - lubing them up as he did. Stick turned on the ICU cam and the first of the black thugs shoved thin his arm into me all the way to the elbow. Pedro said that he should try a second hand, but the thug hesitated. Pedro guided him as to how to insert his second hand. Still he hesitated, but Pedro reassured him "It'll be hot, man. This cunt wants it and can take it, believe me! Just look at how he's moving his ass around - he's totally rutting his sluthole on your arm aching to get more of you into his hole." He slowly slipped his second hand in next to his arm, following Pedro's advice as he was turning and twisting his arms in me slowly. He reached a place of resistance and I huffed on poppers four or five times. I exhaled and he finally broke through with both hands into me. I screamed and pumped my ass more, and he slowly advanced into my bowels, finally getting three quarters of both forearms into me, as Pedro poured on the j-lube. He stayed inside me deep like that for 10 or 15 minutes. Stick moved the cam to catch it all, and Gary fed me poppers and his dick as the thug boy filled my cunt with his slender forearms. The thug stud looked down at his cock, and said he was oozing cum and needed to fuck my ass. Pedro helped him as he slid his arms out of my sloppy, gaping hole. The young stud stood and rammed his meat into me and piston fucked me, taking only forty or fifty strokes to dump his wad in my loose pussy. As he was fucking me, I took one of his thug buddies in my mouth as he hit his crack pipe. The third thug was tweaking my tits and sharing the pipe with his friend, ready to replace the first young stud after he came in my ass. This third kid had a big cock, somewhat like Pedro's. He thrusted his rock hard monster cock easily into me. "God damn, this cunt is so fucking used and sloppy - he's fucking worthless!" he sneered. With that I clenched my sphincter on his thick black cock, almost pulling him into me as I did. "Oh damn," he said, "fuck yeah, bitch, you is a for real whore for black cock, huh bitch?" He fucked me rapidly and rhythmically for 20 or 30 minutes. His buddy took a black magic marker he saw nearby and scrawled "Black Cock Fag" on my stomach. As he wrote, the thug fucking me began to slap my ass. Stick came over and began to speak sternly to me. "Look at that cock in your cunt! Tell me what you are, you whore." I was breathless as I was getting vigorously fucked by hot hung thug boy. I didn't know what to say. Stick slapped my ass hard and said to me, "Say that you're a toxic whore and sleazy white slut for black cock." I said "I'm a sleazy-poz-whore-white-faggot-slut-for-black-cock, Sir." Tell everyone how you let anyone dump his cum in your cunt just so you can ride a needle full of tina." I said, "Yes, Sir. That's right. I'm nothing but a shameless tina whore. I love to suck cock, get fucked and have my cunt loaded up just so I can ride a needle full of tina." Stick grabbed my face and commanded me "Okay cunt, tell us all you're a cheap whore for your meth dealer who pimps you out for ten bucks a fuck." I replied verbatim. "Louder" he barked as he slapped my ass good and hard. I shouted, "My meth dealer whores me out for ten bucks a fuck. And he keeps the money." "And you love it, too, don't you? cunt" Gary asked as he twisted and pinched my tits. The thugs loaded my cunt good before they left, saying they had to get back to making cash. All three paid Stick $20 on the way out. Stick loomed over me and showed me the $200 or so that I had earned for him that night. Stick and Gary fucked me one more time, two last loads to make sweet sixteen for the night.

The first fucking I got at the nude campground sure set the tone for all the rest of the weekend. Some friends of mine liked going to this gay, nude campground and they were always talking about all the "fun" there was to be had at it. Well, it didn't take much convincing on their part before I was begging to go the next time, so the next holiday weekend (I think it was July 4th) we went. It was a very interesting and very liberating experience. Everyone just walked around nude during the day and lounged by the pool, etc. With a few occasional excursions into the woods for some sex. I just viewed it as a way to see everyone's equipment before hitting on them. There was this one couple that I was sort of drawn to-- one had a biker, leather look and one was very clean shaven. The biker had a fu-manchu biker stache, furry chest, and a thick cock with some low hangers. His partner was taller, thin, smooth, and had a dick that was enormous! (It's always the tall, thin ones, isn't it?) Anyway, I made sure I hung out and drank with them all day (when I wasn't hanging with my friends). Then evening rolled around... and that's when the fun began. The whole campground sort of parties in the evenings, and there is a lot of drinking. They make a special lemondade that will knock you on your ass if you aren't careful. And I wasn't careful. Boy did I get hammered! And the drunker I got, the more blatantly I flirted with the couple. Eventually I learned that they had a portable sling set up, and that they'd be more than willing to take turns fucking my hole, so I wandered off with them, while my friends watched me go. They knew what was cumming. Once at the sling, we all got to playing. I was kneeling and taking turns sucking their cocks, and they were working my nips and we all were having a grand old time. Then they put me in the sling. Biker guy kneeled and started tonguing the hell out of my ass, while Big Dick was feeding my mouth his enormous cock. He grew to about nine inches when all was said and done. Biker Guy wasn't bad either, at a respectable thick 7 inches... with a big head. Then came time for fucking. Big Dick was still fucking my mouth, but somehow he produced a bottle of poppers and he began feeding them to me like a good host. Biker Guy lubed up and said, "I'm gonna fuck you for awhile first, to get you opened up for that monster, ok?" I nodded my consent. Another snort of poppers and I feel his raw cock start to enter my ass. It felt fucking incredible. He sets up a fuck rhythm and the sling is swaying, helping him penetrate as far into my ass as possible. All the while I was working Big Dick's cock with my mouth. After ten minutes or so, Biker Guy says, "This is a sweet ass- you about read for a turn Paul?" Paul (Big Dick) pulls out of my mouth while Biker pulls out of my ass. And I gotta admit, I'm a bit nervous about Paul's dick size. But I'm also drunk and flying on poppers. What the fuck, right? Paul somehow produces a condom, and starts rolling it on his impressive tool. Biker sees me watching and says, "He's poz, so he's gonna wrap before fucking you... house rules." Biker and Paul switch positions, and Biker Guy starts feeding me poppers while Paul is lubing and trying to work his cock up into a fully hard state again. I start sucking Biker and Paul starts nosing that big cock around my ass. Unfortunately he is having a devil of a time getting hard enough to get in my hole, and he's losing erection by the moment. We try this for while longer, but it just isn't working. Paul suggests switching again, so they do. Bike Guy's cock feels incredible in my ass again, and I'm loving feeling Paul's ginormous rod get hard in my mouth. After another ten minutes of fucking, Bike Guy says, "I can't hold out much longer... I'm gonna lose my nut." Paul is encouraging his partner to cum and moves around to watch. "Where do you want the load, man?" I barely have enough time to say "in me" before he's painting my guts with his load. It feels incredible, as I can feel every twitch of his fat knob in my ass. "Your turn, Paul." Biker Guy says while pulling out. "You really need to get in there and churn my cum." Biker Guy excuses himself and goes into their cabin to get a towel and beers, and Paul is standing next to me, starting to roll on another condom. I reach down, and gently stroke his dick and roll the condom off his head. "Fuck me, man" I beg him. "Shove that big fucker in me raw." John wouldn't want that-- besides, I'm poz man." "I know. And I'm telling you to fuck me. You can always pull out before you cum." Paul looked at me with lust in his eyes, stepped around to my ass, lubed up, and told me to get ready. I poppered up and prepared for the assault. Fuck did he have a massive fucking cock! He shoved that giant, raw cock into my ass all at once causing me to cry out in pain. This brought John out of the cabin and back to the action. "What's going on here-- you finally gettin' some of that hot hole, Paul?" John was hard again, and stood next to my face so I could suck his fat prong. John took over feeding me poppers while Paul fucked the SNOT out of my ass. He was using the sling to full penetration advantage, and it was about all I could take. Thank goodness my moans and grunts were stifled by John's dick, or the whole campground would have heard us. The entire time Paul is fucking me, John is coaching him, telling him to fuck my hole, to churn the cream that's already in my guts, to wreck my hole with his meat, etc. It's very hot. Then John says, "Paul's gettin' close to nutting-- I can tell by his face. Where you want it, man?" I looked up at him through my popper and drunken haze and said, "In me." "You heard the man, Paul. Breed this cunt's hole!" Paul closed his eyes and shoved in hard. I could feel all nine rigid inches throbbing inside me and I knew he was shooting his toxic spunk inside me. DEEP inside me. While Paul is cumming, John is jacking furiously and wandering toward my ass. He let Paul finish, then tells him to move. I feel that big fucking cock pull out of my ass, and then feel John shove in hard and start loading my sloppy ass again. Paul went inside while John finishes squirting in my butt. When John finally pulls out, he looks at me and says, "Well, THAT oughta get your weekend started right. Three cumloads in your ass." I asked John if Paul was gonna be in trouble for not using the condom. He said, "Nah. We always start off using the condom, but if the bottom pig begs for it raw... well, we give him what he wants. House rules." Paul and John tagged my ass several more times that weekend... as did about ten other campers.

what do you boys think about calling a bottom's hole a boipussy or a pussy? Personally it turns me on, because when I'm using a hole, I like to tell my bottom that I own his pussy. It plays into the whole domination thing. To me, a good bareback breeding session is all about the top or tops using the bottom for pleasure, and putting the bottom in his place. I think a good bareback bottom gets off on being dominated, and used. I'm a really verbal top, and I like to tell my bottom that own his pussy, and make him beg for my cum in his cunt. I think calling it a cunt or a pussy is hot because it pushes the edge of the bottom's submission, and role as nothing more than a hole for cum. But I know some guys aren't into that and think the association with the word cunt or pussy is a turn off. What do you think?

Just slammed and playing with mate. Zoom anyone ?

I was surrounded daily by hot, young jocks with smooth, firm muscles. All those well-built college football players were enough to drive any guy insane with lust. I never acted on my desires, however. I wasn't about to endanger the coach-athlete relationship. Some things were more important than sex - like my job. I also knew I'd be in another kind of danger if I started something with one of my players. I had a submissive side and I knew I could be controlled. I couldn't risk one of my players gaining that kind of power over me. It wasn't easy. Sometimes I barely kept control. Well, I resisted my players, but I couldn't resist the hot little punk that entered my life one afternoon. I'd been coaching for eight years and had just turned 36 when a beautiful, dark-haired young hunk walked into my office just after practice. I didn't even know he was there for a few minutes. I was too busy looking through the window, enjoying the view of jock flesh as some guys lingered on the field. "Uh, Coach Henderson?" "Yes." "Hi. I'm Justin. I'm working on a Physical Education degree. Could I talk to you for a minute?" I agreed quickly, if for no other reason than to be able to give Justin the once over. He was about 21...and gorgeous. The first thing I noticed was his face. It was handsome, cute...even beautiful. His eyes were grey and sexy. His eyebrows gave him an intense, sensual look that hinted at powerful passion. One look at Justin made me forget all about my players. Justin wanted to be my coaching assistant for football. He needed the experience to fulfill the requirements of his degree. Sort of like student teaching, only organized around athletics. I had to sign off on the hours he put in. I agreed to take him on. I could think of worse things than looking at Justin every afternoon. We sat and talked about what he'd be doing. My eyes wandered over his firm body. He was dressed in a nice button-down shirt with long sleeves, but I could tell he had an impressive build. When he left later, I noted his tight little ass for jerk-off material later that night. Justin showed up the next day in jeans and a white t-shirt. He changed at the free locker right in front of my office while I was scribbling a few notes. My eyes were drawn to him as he pulled his shirt over his head. His torso was lean, firm, and beautiful. The sight of his pecs made my cock twitch in my shorts. I yearned to reach out and touch him. Then he pulled off his jeans. The world's most beautiful young man was standing right in front of my office wearing nothing but tight briefs. He was gorgeous. The sight of the thin material of his underwear stretched over his tight ass was about more than I could take. When Justin reached into his gym bag and pulled out a jock, I beat a hasty retreat to the field. I had to get out of there. I was consumed by lust and couldn't stand it anymore. Every day, before and after practice, I was treated to a view of Justin's hard, smooth, nearly naked body. He never failed to get my nuts churning. I was cautious checking him out, but I wondered if I'd been careful enough. Something about the way Justin looked at into my eyes told me he knew I was filled with desire for his young flesh. Sometimes I could swear he was intentionally showing off for me. It was all very subtle. slow, sexy movements as he pulled off his shirt, the way his fingers stayed near his bulge a little longer than normal as he unbuttoned his jeans, the way he carefully moistened his lips. his hot display of his bubble butt as he bent over to take off his shoes. There was nothing apparent, nothing too obvious, but it was like each and every one of his moves had been calculated to drive me crazy with lust. By the end of the first week I was ready to pounce on him and worship his body. Was he putting on a show for me? And if so, did that mean he was interested? I knew much younger guys sometimes found me attractive. I don't mean to sound conceited, but I have a well-muscled body and a handsome face. Even a few of my players had come on to me, making it all the harder not to get involved with them. Did Justin want me? I sure as hell wanted him. Justin had a mischievous side that only heightened my desire for him. When he walked into my office that first day he was polite, almost quiet. The real Justin had come to the surface, however. He was wild, dominant, and quite the little punk. I found the combination captivating. Just how much of a wise ass punk he was became painfully obvious one afternoon after practice. He was more wicked and dominating than ever and I fell under his power. My nuts were aching from watching him pull on his jeans. I was drooling over his smooth, muscled chest as he pulled his shirt down over his head. As he tucked his shirt in, he looked at me and smiled playfully. Behind him, the locker room was quiet and empty. "You know, you really shouldn't torture yourself like this, Coach," he said, rubbing his hand slowly on his chest. "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean." A wave of fear passed through my body, a wave of fear and intense arousal. "You think I don't notice you looking at me and the players?" he asked. "I, un...." "I bet you're all worked up right now. Aren't you, Coach?" Justin ran his hand down his torso and let it glide across his bulge. I was so turned on, I was practically shaking. I remained silent, my breath coming fast and hard. "I could give you what you want, Coach, if you give me what I want." The little fucker was driving me out of my mind. He was taking control, trying to make me his slave. I could put a stop to that real quick...but part of me wanted it more than I'd ever wanted anything. "What do you want?" I asked in a low voice, ready to do anything. Justin smiled again. He knew he had me by the balls. "I'll tell you when I'm ready for it. Until then, you do as I say and I'll give you somethin' good."

Definitely a nice hot start.

Another addition to my older post. I just turned 67 the end of May. Just over a week ago now, I went to the Iowa Games and competed in the high jump-Gold Medal, long jump-Silver Medal, 100m dash-Silver Medal, 100m hurdles-Silver Medal. Down from last year slightly as this year my blasted asthma kicked the crap out of me and my breathing until about a week before the meet, so NO training basically at all. Last year was 3 Golds and 1 Silver. Put this on here not to brag, but to show that some of 'oldsters' stay in pretty good shape and are ready for anyone of any age to play with. I Damn computer just jumped on me again. Started to say I am about 99% a bottom and can usually keep up with any age person and ready to be bred anytime at all. Come and get this hot pretty well in shape bottom an use it and abuse it and fill it up BB.

I knew it by instinct before I got my first cock in my cunt. Played at first fingering my cunt, later I used some candles. Got my first cock then at the age of 13 in my cunt and loved it from the first time. My first fucker couldn´t believe, it was my first time, because I was such a horny lttle slut.

Have dalabottom's vids been posted here already? This one just sets my brain on fire everytime I watch it: http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=2yDfa-G489-#.VbdHHbPtmko It features dalabottom ass up face down taking some raw anonymous daddy's dick. I love how the top gets verbal and asks him whether he's already been fucked today and (after two thirds of the vid) starts asking questions on how long the bottom has been into taking dick. No close ups but definitely a hot slamming finish at the end. I also like this one from furryjock86 where he's breeding a 'neg slut' in a park bathroom. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=XjEuM-G175-#.VbdLFLPtmko It starts out with the bottom blowing him after which he takes him from behind. Later the action shifts to the floor where he pins the bottom down. The sound is a little crappy though it has some nice verbal to hear if you turn your speakers up, and you get to see the bottom sluts' face the whole time.

Got a big one today. Took some time during the day to visit the local bookstore and immediately locked eyes with a hot latino with a big dick. While working on his dick I could feel a huge load in his balls as I suck on them. He easily slid his large hard cock up my mancunt and it didn't take him long to dump a big load of cum in my eager hole. It was one of those breedings where you can feel the heat of the load as it's shot into your hole.

I get turned on by a guy who likes to make a hole sloppy and open. I had an anonymous walk in who said he wanted to rim and fuck me. As usual I was lying naked and ass up, door open and hole available for him to use. Later I realized he had a method and a goal, which was really a turn on for me, I love a top with a purpose. He started by "rimming" me (but right from the start he was really sucking on my hole, but he was kinda subtle about it, like he didn't want me to figure out what he was doing). He alternated between his mouth, tongue and fingers till he got me wet, then slid his cock in. He used his cock to gape though, he kept pulling out all the way and alternating between cock and hand, fitting more fingers, and then back to sucking on my hole. He worked it for some time and then when it was opened, he bred it. I heard a "click" before he left and when he got home he sent me a pic and told me he worked and sucked my hole into a rosebud before breeding it. Said he loved sliding into and seeding a rosebud cunt. the whole idea of him doing that was really hot to me.

Hit this video booth place in Brooklyn on 4th Ave & 25th, as I had some extra time. Immediately got in a booth with a hot as fuck salt & pepper haired daddy, with a big hairy daddy dick, intensely sucked his dick and balls so good he came in no time. Everyone noticed his grin when he left the booth. Already worth the subway trip. Next guy was this short kind of heavy Rican guy, gray hair, wasn't sure about him, not really my type, then shows me his fat fucking dick. Holy shit guys, this was a mouthful of cock. It was so fucking fat, but yet I could get it in my mouth with perfection. It was fucking delicious, big hairy balls too, which I made sure to suck on over and over again. He came buckets and swallowed every drop. Gave me his phone number. In the hour I was there I sucked 6 dicks, swallowed 5 cum loads and got fucked once. A good time indeed.

Previously… There was a clock on the wall and it was reading 4.20 (I took a drag of the spliff) and I asked, "Pedro, you can do it, but I've to meet my landlord at 7. How long does coke last?". Pedro immediately realised I was a coke-virgin and bringing over the tray said "don't worry Stuart, it'll be just a mild buzz like coffee by that time". Lying bastard. Right so… My name’s Stuart and I was about to do cocaine for the first time with hot tattooed Spaniard in his late 30’s called Pedro. Exotic as he sounds this was happening in a surprisingly nice 2 bed-apartment in Glasgow’s dingy East End. Pedro (who was to later become my dealer) had convinced a very stoned me, that we had do coke to celebrate my beautiful white ass, and he planned to snort his off of my asshole. So first he came up to the head of the bed and passed me the small metal tray. On it was some coke, which was drawn up in four neat lines. “Those three are for later” he explained and passed me my straw. I looked at him sheepishly, “so I just snort it yeah?” I asked. He smiled, “just that, close your other – what do you call it?” “Nostril” “Yeah close the other one, snort it, and just enjoy the ride, but wait until after I do mine”. Taking his straw and a pretty large bump expertly on the back of his hand, Pedro scooted down the bed while I went on all fours to look at the tray in front of me. I felt Pedro’s hands on my asscheeks and looked back at him. He pushed my ass further forward and down and pushed out my legs, exposing my hole. “Fuck yeah chico” he said, “I’m gonna snort this china-white from your beautiful hole”. I stayed as still as I could as I felt the powder being shaken on my asshole and after a second of two heard a snort. “Oh fuck yeah” Pedro almost croaked, as the cocaine started its work, “now you do yours chico” he said a bit hoarsely, caught up in his high. As Pedro’s hand continued to hold my ass apart, I turned to the tray and held up my straw. Looking at the line on the left I went for it, and in one snort managed to get all the line in, no crumbs, no waste. I immediately felt weird as though I had gunged up the back of my nose, and then could taste the slightly soapy flavour to the coke start to seep down the back of my throat. Then it hit me. Suddenly I was sure of everything. I knew what was going on, as my heart started to beat faster, I knew my eyes were dilating and this feeling of what can only be described as “wellness” inched up the back of my brain and switched all the anxiety buttons off. I was relaxing into my power – I know that sounds bit fuckin’ flakey – like some dumb self-help book for frustrated middle-aged women – but that’s the easiest way to say it - the coke made my energy levels shoot up and at the same time stripped away all my (lets be honest) many self esteem problems. Quickest way to stop giving a shit about anything. Physically I felt my skin almost singing as I got up on my hands and knees and arced my back. I felt fuckin’ good. “Oh yeah it’s hitting me” I said, “oh man, that’s hitting me hard”. “Good to hear it chico” said Pedro, “cause you’re gonna love this” and with that he dove his face down into my ass… . . . …I needed to put those dots there… I needed to pause this memory to give a moment’s respect to one of the purest, most delicious moments of sexuality I have ever, fucking, experienced. Pedro, that beautiful bastard, knew how to rim. Added to that - his coke-fuelled energy. Added to that - my coke-high. It was Pure. Fucking. Perfection. He went all-in to his job. We’re talking spitting and using fingers. We’re talking high-speed dragging your stuck-out tongue like a paintbrush up the entire ass-crack. We’re talking tongue-fucking, and then tongue and finger action at the same time. Pedro loved rubbing his shaven head against my bucking hole. Then there was that biting jaw-action you can do covering your teeth when you’re deep in a guy’s ass. I was experiencing his rimming as if I was doing it myself. I instinctively knew what he was going to do from my overdriven senses. I knew when he would begin to start circling the tip of his tongue or shaking his face and shoving his nose into my wet juicy crack. I always liked the expression “like a pig after truffles” – well Pedro was a piggy bastard and I was loving it. I had been thrashing on the bed with pure pleasure. It took me a while to focus out of whatever zone I was in and come back to where I was. Pedro had come up for some air. I was spreadeagled – my pale smooth but defined body on all fours on his bed - I looked over at the tray to see I’d knocked against it and all the lines were one pile again – still all on the small little tray though so that was good. I picked it up and turned to pass it back to Pedro saying “sorry man, I think you’ll have to line em up again”. Pedro just laughed, he’d been stroking his beautiful tan cock to hardness. I looked at his cock and said “maybe it’s my turn to snort a line off you?” “Chico” he said (I normally hate any kind of nickname but I was loving his sexy Spanish accent - he could have been calling me a fucking nonce and I’d still have lapped it up), “you can put that coke on my cock, but coke does not get snorted off my cock.” I looked at him a bit puzzled. He looked back at me, his deep-brown eyes smiling, expectantly. I looked back at him, a small smile timidly growing on my face. He started to nod. I started to nod. “So you get what I’m saying?” he said. I replied, “um, actually no, not a clue – how else am I gonna get it off your cock? Are you just gonna let it drop off? Won’t that waste it?” Pedro looked at me exasperatedly – “Chico, I’ll fuck it into you”. “ohh”, I replied as I finally put two and two together. I won’t lie, sometimes I can be a little bit on the “slow-fucker” side of things. With that Pedro grabbed the tray out of my hands and said “push your ass back here chico”. I pushed back along the bed to him, ass in front of his cock. Pedro balanced the tray on this chest at the end of his bed and reached underneath to pull up some body-glide – a silicone lube that’s brilliant for fucking but you never get out of the sheets. Normally some stupid factoid like that would make me tense up just a little – those tiny nagging worries that build up and stress you out of having a decent shag. Now I couldn’t give the slightest tiniest fuck, I didn’t even think about the fact that this would have be bareback and I normally hardly ever barebacked and only with people I intimately trusted. Still there was a part of me that bubbled up and said “so let me get this straight Pedro, you are gonna fuck me with that lube and a line of coke – is that really doable?” Pedro chuckled and said “you’re in safe hands chico. I know the right amount for your ass and you’ll feel a whole new type of high” Then he took my right hand and said “but you should go first” and rubbed some lube on my finger and then put a bump on my index finger. He directed my hand behind my arched back, “now guide that into your hole chico!” With Pedro’s guidance I started to push my fingers into my spit-slick hole rubbing the coke and lube into my pucker. The coke and lube were such opposite textures, slippy and gritty and it felt great, no, it was “right”, and I started to get off at the idea of my fingers getting in past my tight pucker, one, then two, then three. As I was fitting the third finger into a comfortable finger fucking rhythm – I was suddenly fascinated by the way I could keep balance with a hand pushing fingers up my ass. Time seemed to slow down as my entire body was swaying with the finger fucking pulse and I was following every groove of my knuckles when Pedro’s voice started to come from what I though was another room. “You’re a complete natural chico” he smiled, “mama china, she obviously loves you, and I know just the way we’re gonna say thank you, now come to papi”. I took my fingers out and got to the end of the bed where Pedro was. Pedro enfolded me in his strong tattooed arms and pulled my hand to his face. He sniffed deep, “mmm chico, you smell tasty” he said and then guided my hand down to his cock. I reused my lube on his cock and then turned and bent over the bed again. I pushed my cheeks back just under his cock. Then Pedro squirted a bit more lube on his uncut 9 incher and started to rub his cock all up and down my ass crack. Time slowed down again for me as I felt the tingle of every deep rub from his cock against my pucker. I needed him inside me. We needed to be one. I needed to feel his cum deep inside me. Pedro looked at me, I was turning back to watch him grind against me. His upper lip curled as he looked from my face to my rocking asshole. “Mm you like that chico,” he groaned, biting his lip. He put his hands on my ass slowing down my movement, “now I want you to stay still for minute”. He found the coke and lined his rock hard dick with the thick remainder of the last two lines. He reached back to get his phone and recorded himself pushing in the head of his cock – coated with coke. “Aye I can feel it go in” I grunted, to which Pedro quipped “I fuckin’ hope so”, I responded, “I mean the coke on top of your cock man”. We laughed and I just let the sheer wave of pleasure as his 9 incher kept shoving through my sphincter up to my prostate – filling me and expanding, filling and rubbing and pulling back slowly and then pushing back a tiny bit quicker. Meanwhile the coke was starting to make my ass numb at first. Pedro tossed me up his phone. “Press play” he said and I started to watch my pink hole with a coke covered cock get fucked. “It looks like a double dipper” I laughed, but Pedro didn’t hear me or maybe he didn’t get the reference – double dippers were these paper packets of sherbet you got in the UK and some of Europe, with separate raspberry and orange sherbet compartments and a yellow candy stick that you licked and dipped into them one by one to lick off the sherbet. I could hear myself saying “Aye I can feel it going in”. Pedro continued to serve my ass pumping in and out a slow regular pace now. It was hot to watch this ass – I mean - my ass get chem-fucked by this thick juicy cock. I looked away from the phone and turned back and saw him – head thrown back to look at the ceiling, hands up to tweak his nipples, muttering to himself “fuck yeah this is a tight puta pussy” as his hips went on and on, slowly auto–fucking his chems into me. He was in his own euphoria. I turned back to the video. The file had finished, I exited the file and saw the other movie files show up beside it, a lot of their previews pink and orange from some other close-up on a bodypart – more homemade porn? I clicked on one thinking “he won’t mind”, and quickly saw a familiar face – Andrew my fuck buddy! Pedro started to pick up the pace. A steady ball-slapping fuck at this stage – the pleasure from each thrust hit that reward centre in the back of my brain and rolled down my back. “Oh yeah”, I groaned, “shove your cock deep in me! Pound my ass!” As I jolted from the fucking I pressed the play button. I thought, this way I can include Andrew even if he’s not here. The video was jerky (or maybe it was the fact that I was being punch-fucked by Pedro while I watched it) but showed my fuck buddy’s face – who was an auburn-haired catholic lad from Belfast over here to get a bit of distance from the place – who could blame him? Building a fancy Titanic museum doesn’t even begin to paper over the cracks in that broken city. The video panned back to show him being fucked in the same bed I was in, but not by Pedro, but some other white lad with a northern Irish accent who was smacking his already-bright red ass. I guessed Pedro was enjoying filming him too much to be currently taking part. The coke and fucking won back my complete attention and I laid the phone down by my side. At this stage Pedro was pulling his cock out almost fully and then shoving it all the way back in – punch fucking as I call it. It really pounded my asshole’s nerves – my ass was on fire. The pace of the punchfucking increased Pedro had hips like a fuckin’ eel. My head was being push further into the bedding and I muffled out “Just keep fucking me” as my prostate started to swell. From the phone I heard “Choke on my cock ya dirty Taig-cunt” and almost got completely derailed from my building climax. Y’see – Andrew loved a bit of roleplay – specifically protestant/catholic dom/sub roleplay – he tried to get me into it but I could never keep a straight face. One great thing about coke, you only have to remember your sexy situation - being topped by a hot Spaniard who’s chem-fucking your ass into oblivion, and you’re there 100% focussed again. Pedro was stiffening inside me, his sweat dripping onto my back, to run down my ass and get fucked into me by his insatiable tool. He had both feet on the bed on either side of my knees and was resting his hand on my shoulders as he fucked me a type of doggy – doing squats to dip his dick in and out of my tingling ass. We both were past our usual stamina at this point. I urged him on, “fuck yeah Pedro, I’m almost ready”. He looked me looking back at him and grinned. Then he started pounding my ass like a man-possessed. I couldn’t keep up with him and it was in a very short time he started breathing low and heavy. He grabbed my hips and muttered something in Spanish and then I could feel his cock fill up and shoot out hot cum straight into my ass. Time slowed down with as he came, my energy and his energy joining, the coke sending everything electric, the cum - we were one being, blissed out on life. Beside me the phone display showed 6.45pm. Oh fuck....

Well, that's one way to break the ice.

Mike came to, and the blindfold was off, but he couldn't focus his eyes. The lights were low, the music pounding and he was getting fucked. He lifted his head and looked up into the mirror and saw a tall black guy was fucking him. Mike couldn't make out his face, and was trying to focus his eyes but then there was a flash of light. It was hard to hear anything but a kind of roar in his ears, but then he distinctly heard this black guy say to someone else, "Make sure you get his face, we'll need that later." Mike saw a phone in front of his face but he couldn't process what was going on or who these guys were, or how long he'd been out. The top fucking Mike realized he was awakening, and sunk his cock slowly and deeply into Mike, and leaned forward so he was completely covering Mike and whispered in his ear, "Your hole is fucking wet with cum. But were gonnna get you more loads, don't you worry." All Mike could do was mumble something incoherent before he passed out again. He woke up and passed out a few more times and each time it was like he was hallucinating. At one point the room seemed crowded with guys, jostling and talking about him. Another time he thought he saw his fuckbuddy, the one who convinced him to come to the bathhouse, fucking him. Mike was so out of it, he even thought that the bathhouse staff at the door when Mike and his fuckbuddy first came in, fucked him. Mike doesn't know when exactly the room was quiet but eventually it was quiet, everyone left, the door was open, and Mike was intently watching the hallway outside the door for someone, anyone to unfasten the straps. He longed to put his hand on his hole and feel it cause it felt wet and slick, and he just wanted to feel it. Badly. Some guy came to the door, all tattooed, kind of latino looking, swarthy dark, rough. Mike said, "Please untie me. Please help me." This guy said nothing, but walked over to Mike, and put his hand on Mikes hole and said snickering, "Puta. Tu quieres mas verga?" Mike pleaded for this guy to untie him, Instead the guy slid his cock slowly and deeply and began muttering in Spanish at Mike. He only pumped long strokes for what seemed a short while before he felt this gut shoot his load deep. Just then Mike's fuckbuddy appeared, and looked astonished. Standing stock still, he stood there looking at Mike with his jaw slack in disbelief. He walked over and began undoing the straps. Mike just blurted out that he had been drugged, and fucked by many guys but he doesn't even know who or how many, and they fucked him bareback, and shot what seemed like load after load inside him. He had trouble getting the words out and his buddy just listened and help him ease back to a normal sitting position. Eventually his buddy got him into the shower, cleaned him up, got him dressed and got Mike the hell out of there. Mike felt exhausted and alert, horny and drained, used and turned on that he had been used. His buddy wanted to take Mike to get meds after potential exposure to HIV. He even agreed to let Mike use his Health Card cause they could pass for each other. Mike was worried about being high and embarrassed but his buddy talked him into it, went with him to the hospital and walked him through the whole process including being present when the doctor came in to see Mike. It was pretty quick, and not as embarrassing as Mike thought it would be. He was grateful to his fuckbuddy for helping him, for trusting Mike by using his own id for Mike. Mike never even knew his fuckbuddy's last name or if the name he used was actually his name. And now he lets Mike use his health card to protect Mike's identity. He knew then that his fuckbuddy was a good guy and that he could count on him. It was a relief after feeling so powerless to stop those guys. They just completely took advantage of Mike in every way possible. Mike's fuckbuddy insisted on driving Mike home in Mike's car and taking a cab back downtown. He wouldn't let Mike drive. Again, Mike was relieved and grateful. It was a long drive to Mike's home in a northern suburb, and he told his buddy everything that he remembered. His buddy kept apologizing. When they got to Mike's street, his buddy drove the care very slowly so as to make no noise. Mike was grateful his wife and kids were away, but declined his fuckbuddy's offer to help Mike inside. The cab appeared pretty quickly and his fuckbuddy was gone. Mike crawled up to his bedroom, but couldn't sleep and lay there stroking his cock, feeling his hole and reviewing the whole night in his head. He couldn't get hard, but he couldn't stop. He got up finally and took two sleeping pills and eventually drifted off to a fitful sleep. He didn't hear his phone go off, and didn't see the text until the morning.....

I made my clinic visit and let them take the samples. I sat quietly through the requisite speeches and tried to answer questions appropriately. How do you explain to a doctor in a way he'll understand that you enjoy being fucked, especially when a guy pumps his cum into your ass? I found myself in a small exam room with a doctor who was younger than me who, once he made sure that we were alone and wouldn't be interrupted, started talking to me in a rather blunt manner. He laid out the risks I was taking and the consequences of them in rather graphic detail. I took deep breaths and counted to a hundred and ten during the whole lecture. I'm still not sure if he or I either one knew why he told me what he did, but I'm sure it was because of his desire to keep people alive and as healthy as they can be. He did make an impression on me and I decided to see if my insurance would cover the meds he recommended and was ready to prescribe. The down side of the conversation became evident on the long trip home. I had decided I didn't want to be positive but I had put myself in that position so many times and probably was by now. I wanted, no, had to be fucked raw and take the cum. It was an imperative to me. How the hell was I going to make those two ends meet? If I was already positive, then the subject was moot. I either let possible partners know or keep quiet and let the breeders take their chance. Or, I go on the meds and reduce the chances and keep taking any load offered. I hated that what seemed like the best decision was now in the hands of people that I didn't know and had nothing invested in me. The doctor told me I'd be notified shortly. The bottom line amounted to negative or positive, I was intent on continuing to be a cum dump. Without knowing just why, I enjoyed the position, place of having a man, any man, putting his cock into my ass and fucking me until he dumps his cum inside me. I wanted to be used in just that manner. I wanted to be a ready hole for any male that wanted to release his cum. I was on my computer when I got a text from the host. There was a number for me to call. Shortly I was talking to someone that explained I was recommended to him to help him to set up a sexual situation he had wanted to play out for some time. He wanted to video a male, tied to the bed, blindfolded, gagged and helpless and let them be used by several anonymous men in whatever manner they wished. I asked a few pointed questions. I told him that I was interested in being fucked, but pain or other situations was out. He quickly explained that all he wanted to set up was one or two men at a time using a helplessly bound male and that once the guy and/or his partner finished, another situation would move in to continue the situation. I asked how long did he intend this to go on? His answer amounted to a ten to twelve hour setup. I told him that I would agree to it on one condition. "What's that?" he asked. "No condoms. I want them all bare and each man who fucks me must leave his cum inside me." Friday night found me meeting someone that I didn't know other than the fact I had been given his number by the host. We met and went to a motel. I waited in the car while he went in. Shortly afterwards, we were in the back side of the motel, ground floor with a bit of parking and access from the street. Shortly I was showered, lubed, blindfolded then was led to the bed. He arranged the pillows and placed me over it. I bristled with anticipation as I felt him putting what sounded like velcro straps on my wrists and ankles. I struggled a bit but didn't have much movement available. Since I wasn't gagged, I asked how many men he had lined up. He admitted that he didn't know but he had gotten nearly seventy responses to the ad and knew five were going to attend for sure. The rest he didn't know about. I heard a bit of shuffling then it got quiet. It took a bit but I heard the door open. I tensed up in anticipation. I heard a bit of quiet conversation that ended with, "Alright." A guy pressed his cock against my anus and slid in instead of popping. He pushed completely into me then started a rapid thrusting in and out. He didn't last long. It was obvious when he came. He climbed off and I heard him dress and the door open and close quickly afterward. Again I heard the door open. This time there was no conversation. The new guy climbed up on the bed and slipped his cock into my ass. My sense was his cock wasn't large or thick, just average, but as with the first guy, the new guy fucked like a rabbit. The instant he came I could tell as much. Also as with the first guy, after he came he climbed off, and I heard the door close. I was crossed up at that point. I would have readily accepted either of these guys without the restraints. They got to cum and I got it where I wanted it. What I wasn't prepared for was the next several hours. I know what time I met this mysterious person and roughly what time he secured me to the bed. I was sweating under the blindfold despite the room temperature. I had lost count of how many cocks I had been taken and used by. It was north of ten I know. At one point I felt someone probing my ass, press something in that I first thought was a sex toy, then it burned a bit. I got light headed and, shortly, horny as hell with my heart rate climbing. I know for a fact that I got rapidly fucked by at least three guys after that event. It was straight to the point fuck the fag sex. As soon as one shot his load in me, the next guy took his place and rabbit fucked me. The third guy took his place a few minutes later just as quickly as the second had. After that, I was somewhat frustrated for the longest period I can't name. I was horny as hell but there was no one fucking me. I heard the door squeak open and my heart pounded its way into my head. "My favorite," I heard a baritone voice declare, "A tied up white boy." Hearing that comment made me suppose I was about to be used by a black male. For some reason I assumed into the stereotype that suddenly came true. I felt the bed moving first then the head of his cock against my asshole. Unlike the rest, and despite the amount of cum that was lubing my hole, it hurt a bit as the head of his cock pressed relentlessly into me. My anal cavity burned as he continued invading my ass. I found myself holding my breath until he hit bottom and held there. What the hell had I gotten myself into? This was the largest cock I could ever remember having taken. It was thicker and, while not quite as long, was bumping my second ring. He started slowly by pulling nearly completely out leaving just the head inside me, then pressing slowly back into me. I was in pain and trying to beg him to please slow down and be more careful against the gag. He apparently took what he heard as, "Fuck me harder!" He did just that. His thrusting built and continued. I found myself snapping my fingers for the poppers out of habit. That didn't happen. I was going to have to endure this fucking without them. For several minutes he relentlessly fucked me, slowing momentarily, then coming to a brief but complete stop, only to slowly build back the pace. stopped his stroking then, slowly began again. His pace was slow for about five minutes by my estimation then he picked up his pace to the same rapid, full stroke in and out. Thankfully I had finally loosened up and began to enjoy his intrusion into my ass. It could have been five minutes or twenty minutes, I didn't know but he slowed again, I hoped he was about to cum. Same as before, he slowed his pace, stopped for a moment, then started the same pattern of slowly stroking in and out then the pace slowly resumed. I didn't realize at the time, but he had already cum twice. I figured this out when he reenacted that same scenario the third time. When his pelvis met my ass and his cock was completely inside my ass, I suddenly realized that he had already pumped me full of cum the two other times. That was why his invasion had become so pleasurable so quickly. I suddenly enjoyed the hell out of his organ and the way it felt inside me as his hands clinched my hips. I had felt empty on several occasions when a top would pull his cock out of me but this was somehow different. I felt more empty than I had ever felt and my scrotum felt warm for several moments before I realized his cum was oozing out of my wrecked hole. After he left three more guys used my abused hole for their gratification. The three guys were honestly almost anticlimactic as each man's cock was much smaller than that of the baritone-voiced man, but I recognized the signals that told me all three men had cum in my ass, which was, afterall, what I wanted. I was almost sad when I heard my mysterious new host announce that everything was over. He left me blindfolded and gagged but released the cuffs that kept me in place. I remained blindfolded and gagged, naked and wrapped in a sheet as we left the motel. I was pushed into the SUV and taken back to a spot near my car. I was given my clothes after I removed the gag and blindfold and allowed to dress. I wasn't sure how I felt about the ending of this encounter. I was told that I would be sent the link to see the video of the night's encounters. I was very puzzled on the trip home.

My boyfriend isn't into kink and doesn't have much of a labido but occasionally surprises me. The other night after we had a few drinks he told me about a dream he had. The rest is what he told me. A friend and his lover were staying with us while they attended a family reunion. My friend, Steven and his lover, Bruce, are about 20 years older than us and both are bears. Steven has a long eight and a half inch cock of average thickness and I know that becuase I once ten years ago had it down my throat. I was at his apartment and we were smoking pot and eventually we were in just our briefs. He said he wanted a blow job and wanted to see me naked and I could see how big he was and being so high I told him he'd have to tie me up and force it down my throat. So he did. Bruce's cock was about seven inches and very very thick. When he came home and saw Steven raping my throat joined in and fingered my bum. Neither fucked me as they both have HIV. Now, back to my boyfriend's dream. The third and final night that Steven and Bruce was with us my boyfriend brought home so coke and we all enjoyed the evening. My boyfriend asked Steven how big their cocks were and soon we were all naked. Steven and Bruce showed off their huge cocks that were erect and Steven's was dripping. My boyfriend and I had shrivelled up coke cocks. My boyfriend said he wished his cock stayed hard like theirs as he expected I wanted to get fucked later. Bruce told my boyfriend that he'd be happy to help and that my boyfriend should hold me down. When high I don't talk often but smiled goofily as I watched Bruce slide a rubber down his fat cock. He told my boyfriend and Steven to lift my legs and soon I felt the rubber touching my hole. As Bruce pushed into me my boyfriend whispered to me that he knew I'd like it more if Bruce was raw. It burned and hurt but I was happy. Soon Bruce stopped and Steven got between my legs and I watched him put on a rubber and then entered my boyhole. All three of them talked about how much they hated rubbers and that a boy like me should be bred. Bruce had me suck my boyfriend and soon he was hard and Bruce said he wanted to watch my boyfriend breed me. Steven said that would be hot but let's do more lines first. My boyfriend set up the lines and handed me the straw and told me to do three of them. They each did only one then had me do three more. Steven said he wanted to fuck my throat again and first i should get my boyfriend hard again. They quickly tied me up on my belly and my boyfriend pushed his cock into my mouth. As i enjoyed sucking him, Steven went to my bum and pushed in hard and fucked me for a few seconds and then pulled out and told my boyfriend he wanted to see my face when I was bred. He climbed on the bed and sat down in front of my face. Once my boyfriend and Steven were ready they entered me together. Bruce leaned over and whispered and asked if I liked the taste of my ass on Steven's cock. As I nodded I realized how cool it was to suck on a cock that was in my ass but I hadn't realized that meant he fucked me raw. My boyfriend quickly filled me with his cum and he left to cleanup. Bruce climbed on me and it felt better than before. Steven asked if I liked Bruce's fat cock and I still with a mouthful of cock nodded to him. He said he was happy that my boyfriend left because now they could fuck me the way they wanted to. Bruce was pounding me and said he loved fucking a cummy hole and told me he knew I loved having cum in me. He then whispered into my ear that he wasn't wearing a rubber and then louder he exclaimed he was cumming. A minute later Steven and Bruce switched places and as I sucked on the fat cummy cock I finally understood that two HIV positive men had fucked me. I got so excited I nearly deepthroated the fat cock. My boyfriend came back and I immediately was worried he'd stop Steven from barebacking me but instead he told us he was running to the store and he'd be back soon. Bruce got up and brought a bottle of poppers to my face and had me do 3 hits. Steven said he was close to cumming and did I want his hot load and I just nodded but he said if I wanted his poz load I'd have to tell him or he was going to pullout. I didn't care anymore and screamed out to breed me with his poz cum. As my boyfriend finished telling me his dream I was shocked and then he told me that he really got a call today from Steven and next month they'd be here.

Three weeks went by without a call from Paul or a text from my host. I had already decided that I would rather wait for the parties, if I was still being invited, rather than attempt one on one encounters. I wondered how the host had been able to set up all of these parties and I couldn't manage to get one or two guys to show up on a regular basis. I finally got a message from the host. It was short and to the point. He asked if I was still interested in being fucked by positive tops and that, if so, he had lined up a small group of positive tops wanting to breed negative bottoms. "When?" was my answer. That Friday found me in the bottom's room. It had been a long week with a lot of thoughts going through my head. The primary question was if I actually wanted to become HIV positive or was I already and just acting out my fantasies after thinking I was already positive. I had accepted that I had been taking possible positive loads for weeks, and months now and had continued to show negative as of my last testing. Under the skin, I didn't miss the idea that I had continued not only taking cock bare and as many loads of cum as possible but on multiple occasions been warned that there were HIV positive tops in the groups that I had been fucked by. It seemed to me that I had become a chaser, or at the very least, a risk taker. The host entered the room and greeted all three of us. He got down to business quickly and informed us that tonight was specifically a positive breeding party. He told us that he had four tops that were positive and two had shown him proof of being highly viral so there was a very high possibility of someone converting tonight. Turned out only two of us stayed for the party. Despite my having been led, blindfolded, into the breeding room as many times as I had over the past months, I still shivered as I was pressed into place on the bench and felt the straps tightening around my waist, ankles and thighs. I snapped for the poppers and took two shot each nostril for a real rush to help me get ready. "Gentlemen," his voice boomed. "You have two bottoms, both aware of your status. They're here voluntarily to take your cum knowing that you may convert them tonight. They want your cum so I'm leaving it up to you to please yourselves as you wish. You may use them as often as you are able. We will be here and they will be available for your use throughout the evening until you inform me that you are unable to continue." I felt a strong surge of fear until the head rush of the poppers kicked in. I snapped for the poppers again as I felt a cock slipping into me slowly. He was gentle but continued until he hit bottom. His cock wasn't overly large, but was thick. I was filled. He was a gentleman at first. He worked his cock in and out slowly until I knew his lust began to overcome him. His pace began to increase. It was becoming somewhat uncomfortable but, hearing his animalistic grunting, I knew he was near, OOOhhh SHit, he plunged into my ass, hands clamping my ass to his pelvis. His cum was being pumped into my ass. I was sure I felt every throb and wondered. Our host announced my breeding. Shortly after my ass was refilled with another, slightly longer, but thinner cock. I almost swore he hit my second ring just missing penetrating it. I was distracted but heard the announcement of my co-bottom getting his first load. The fucking began in earnest. This top knew what I was. He knew I was a bottom. He knew that I was there to please him and my hole was to be used for just that. He had little concern about my comfort since I was just there to supply him release. I snapped for the poppers again for whatever help they would be against this relentless invasion. I heard the host announce another breeding but I knew it wasn't me. My top was still steadily thrusting and abusing my hole. I began trying to control my breathing and snapped for the poppers again. I was beginning to wonder if he was all hard and no cum. He was relentless for several more minutes. It was quick. He slowed, plunged deep, and held himself into me for quite some time before pulling out. There was no meeting in the bottom room this time. We were left alone once led in, so we took our blindfolds off ourselves. The two of us were alone. I dressed and left, quite bewildered. I hadn't expected this sort of behavior from our host. I know for a fact I had taken at least five loads of cum by the top's grunting and fucking. I was sure I had taken at least one potent load. I made a mental note to schedule another visit to the clinic in a week or so.

It seemed strange to me how a few words changed how I felt about the cock that was in my ass using me for his pleasure. I was already enjoying his sexual prowess, his relentless thrusting and strangely different manner of rhythm, but once I knew he was black, it was something different and I didn't know why. I just wanted that cum that much more. At some odd point, while my present top was stroking my ass, I started noticing that the noise level had begun changing. I was used to hearing various grunts, physical sounds of sex and occasional comments during these breeding parties. However, I was suddenly hearing something different. I suddenly knew why us bottoms were gagged this time. Our host hadn't warned us before we were committed and able to refuse to participate. For some inexplicable reason I was buying into the fantasy. I found myself starting to compare his sexual technique to how I had been being fucked before and didn't feel anything noticeably different. He seemed horny enough to fuck me and was using my slut ass as I was wanting to be used and was waiting for his cum to be pumped into it. I did notice a change in the noise level at the host's announcement. I made out that two of the bottoms were far more vocal or trying to be through the gags. Due to a couple of the breeding parties, I was somewhat familiar to how a bottom sounds during a breeding session while gagged, but this was completely different. The muffled moans and sounds suggested to me that they were suddenly not happy at the revelation. Where I had previously heard moans and sounds I associated with consensual and enjoyed sex, it suddenly sounded different. Strangely, the idea of my being fucked by a black man didn't change my enjoyment and perhaps, enhanced it. It sort of charged the moment for me to hear one or more of the other bottoms struggling as though they had a problem with being a cum dump for black men. If anything, with the third guy, the only difference I might have noticed was his taking longer to breed me. And breed me he did. At his point, he grabbed my hips, held them hard and thrust his cock almost viciously into me while grunting. I had no question once his pelvis met my ass that I had been bred. He had delivered his cum and I was happy to have it. I suppose it might have been my buying into the stereotype of black studs, but it seemed that, for the rest of the evening, I was not only enjoying the sex but, also, thinking that I was noticing them taking longer to cum than I was used to. I know for a fact that I took at least six loads, perhaps more since I had noticed a couple of the tops clinching my ass then slowly resuming their stroking and fucking. The excitement came later in the bottom room. Once the tops were gone, we were left secured and alone for a bit. I made out the sound of a door opening and very quiet footsteps. "I would say I'm sorry to have kept the secret of the top's race secret," he started, "But I'm not. Since you bottoms have been submitting to anonymous breeding, none of you have seen or known anything about who was fucking you. Tonight I was fascinated to see the results of your reactions to a few words from me." I suddenly wondered if I had fallen for it too. "I told you that they were all black. Your reactions were interesting to me. Don't ask, I'm not going to tell any of you." He actually admitted to me later that it was indeed an all black breeding party. Then he mentioned that he had been including black tops since none of us could see who was breeding us anyway. I smiled and felt quite happy about it. My only concern was my buying into the stereotype of a black top.

i am flattered and honored that my humble blog helped inspire this story, and VERY hard after reading the first chapter. can't wait for more raw(x3)! may i post a link to the story on my tumblr?

I live on the tip of America's dick.

When I was younger I had an older guy that would take me out to get used by other men when, where & how as he directed. Also loved no having any control over what happened to my body like that, love to find another older guy who'd start doing that with me again.

My friend (Rodriguez, Rod from now) answered the door the same way he did before. "Damn, the kid has been working on your cock for hours." "I know man. He's in love with it or something." My slave boy got naked and got on his knees while we sat on the couch. I told him to go to Rod and help the kid with his cock and he crawled to Rod. The kid kept on sucking as my slave got next to him and stared. Then my slave started to say something to the kid and they started to reposition their bodies. My slave got on his back under the kid so he could suck on the balls while the kid sucked the cock. Rod must have liked the added sensation as he closed his eyes and grunted softly. Three slim muscular bodies entangled looked really hot. So I started to record it. I moved around and got some close ups as well. As it got close to midnight, Rod's phone started ring and we had to take a break. Rod took both of them to his bathroom in his bedroom and showed them how to use the enema in the shower. He handed them a towel to share and a huge double headed dildo. "that will keep them busy while I make some money." Rod put a sweatpants and threw me one to put on as well as his customers came by. Many of them are very horny and as they get some drugs, they get sex crazed. We didn't want to attract them tonight since we had another plan. I checked on our bottoms once in a while and my slave behaved really well as he prepared both the kid and himself for fucking. He also opened the kid's virgin ass with the one side of dildo as he whispered words of encouragements. When few inches of it was inside the kid, my slave took the other end and pushed it into himself. The kid gasped with a surprise push of the dildo as my slave pushed from the other end but being both high and natural bottoms, the kid's cock jumped up with excitement and soon they were both rock hard as they fucked the double headed dildo. It was hot and funny to see two submissive bottom boys eagerly opening their holes for us so I told Rod to check it out as well. Rod decided to share the vision with others so he pulled my slave's hair and led them to the living room. The white boy followed crawling backwards as not to let out a rubber cock in him. The kid maybe a young virgin but he sure seemed ready for good fucking both his throat and his hole. He was a natural born slave boy like my Asian slave. Rod told me he's glad that his junkie friend found this boy for him. As the slaves entertained themselves and put on the show for some clients, Rod made some money and I helped him measuring and stuff. Rod told me how he likes my slave as well as his new white slave and asked me if he could him sometime so we made the arrangement. Rod said he was impressed how my slave led the other newer slave in cleaning and preparing their body for us and I told him about how my slave loves to be submissive and worship me and my friends. And he's a high school teacher so he's good with teaching other slaves. Rod's boy slave is a college freshman and he was in high school wrestling team. He was in closet til college and that guy was the third gay man he met. I could see the wrestler's muscle on that small white boy's body. Some guys wanted to play with us or our slaves but we didn't let them do more than touching them. Few got away with taking their dicks out and our slaves took it in their mouth as their nature took charge but we stopped them and slapped the slaves face as a punishment which didn't really seem to help. Finally around 5 AM as it got brighter outside, people stopped coming or calling. I could see how difficult it'd be for Rod to have his own fun sometimes. We both got on either side of our slaves and fed them more drugs and our cocks. Rod asked me if my slave was converted and I have been filling him with poz seeds of mine and others since the day I broke him but not tested yet. We asked my Asian slave if he got tested and he shook his head. I told him to go get tested ASAP. Talking about breeding these slaves with our poz seeds got both of us in the mood for it so we pulled them away from the dildo. They both seemed very disappointed as their holes got emptied and much happier as we replaced it with our cocks. Even with hours of playing with the dildo, both slaves holes were tight around our cocks. My slave struggled a bit as I tried to push the whole cock to the balls with one thrust so I had to hold him down. Rod's slave took it better like a good athlete but his hole got ripped a little and bled a little bit around Rod's cock. As Rod started to pump in and out, the white kid slave's eyes started to fill with tears but the kid was determined to take it like a true sub bottom and didn't struggle or scream. As his cock started to get hard and leaked out lots of precum making a pool under his body, he started to moan and push back to Rod. Shortly after that, Rod grunted and shot his loads deep into the kid. Rod started to back up on to the sofa slowly and the still hungry kid started to followed back with him, not letting his cock out of him. Rod's cock must have stayed hard enough after the first cum as the kid continued to fuck himself on his cock and for the first time i heard him speak. "Oh my god. I love you, man. I love your cock and I love gay fucking man. Please fuck me more and never stop, man." The kid continued self fucking and chanting of his love for Rod's cock for a while even as the drug started to kick in again and he started to slur his words. My slave needed some discipline as he showed some disobedience before so after his hole got used to my cock and he started to push back, I pulled out completely. He stared back at me with tears in his eyes and begged me to put it back in. I told him the list of things he did wrong today and he said he was sorry. I slapped his ass really hard and told him to repeat "Thank you sir" As I gave him as many slapping as the times of mistake I counted today, my slave's pain started to change its effect on my slave's body. His whimpering and cries had become moans of pleasure and tearing eyes now closed tight. His small cock was rock hard and drooling pre-cum. When I told him the end of the punishment for today, he started to beg me if I could fuck him now. I did reward his enthusiasm with my cock and pounded in and out of him few times before his body shook and the walls of his hole started to massage my shaft as he neared his orgasm. And all of sudden, my cock from the head to the base got a tight grip of his wet hot pussy muscle as he shot his loads. And my cock did the same thing almost at the same time deep into his hole. The tight grip of his hole on my cock helped my cock not to lose too much blood after cumming and stayed hard in his hole. I lifted my slave's small body and sat on the couch next to Rod and placed him on my lap. My slave boy started to grind his hip as he slowly rode my cock. "Man, these boys are loving our cocks. Your slave looks like a fucking bitch, man. He sure knows how to bump and grind." "He'd be a girl if he had some tits but he's Asian." "Ha ha... well some Asian bitches have tits although I must agree that's not what they are good for. They do have tight pussies though." "I wouldn't know. I don't play that team, you know." "Ha ha... I wonder if he has a sister or something. It's been a while since I had some pussy. I always end up fucking men since I am surrounded by men who practically beg me to fuck them all the time like this bitch." And Rod slapped the white boy's ass leaving a huge red hand print on it. The boy yelped but continued his self fucking with moaning. We heard the key at the door and saw Rod's older son walking in, followed by his younger son and their friend. They paused a little before greeting us and went to their room to drop their bags. They came back out to the living room and sat by the table and started to smoke the pipe. Their friend came out little later and sat on the couch between me and Rod. The kid must be enjoying the show as he showed a big hard on. He took it out and started to pump it with one hand while he felt around our cocks and slaves' holes with his fingers. Rod's sons asked him if he wanted to smoke. As he got up to take the pipe, both slaves' eyes were glued to his teenage cock. Rod told the kid he could join if he wants to. The kid fed his cock to Rod's slave boy and took hits from the pipe as his cock was sucked into the kid's throat. Rod's son got next to his friend and fed my slave his cock. We all passed the pipe around as our slaves' holes worked on our cocks. Rod's younger son left a bit upset but came back out later to remind Rod what time it was. I was surprised how long we have been playing with our slaves. I had to go to work so I pulled out of my slave. My slave milked my cock for couple of more loads while I was sitting on the couch so the hole leaked out alot of liquid. As I entered the bathroom to clean up, Rod's younger son took my place. The boy had a bigger cock than other boys maybe bigger or equal size as mine. And being a young stud, he really fucked like a rabbit, fast, deep and hard. Rod and the friend had to pull out their cocks to get some work done as well. When I got ready to leave and went to the living room, I saw that my slave had no intention of leaving as he was down on his back under the other slave while both of them were being fucked by the younger men. My slave was sucking on the balls above him as he watched the fucking from up close. The white slave had his eyes glued to the cock and the hole in front of his eyes. Ron said he will take care of my slave so I left his apartment as the pleasure filled moaning of both slaves and white smoke filled the whole room.

I went to pick up some supplies and my dealer opened the door naked. He had a cute young white boy on the floor sucking his cock. As we went into the living room, the boy crawled backwards with the cock pushed deep to the balls in his mouth. As we sat on the couch, the boy followed my friend's every move and kept on sucking his cock not letting it out of his mouth. "Who's this piglet white boy?" "A kid that some guy met at some rave. They came over and wanted to get some stuff but didn't have enough money. So the guy left this kid as the payment." "What the fuck... did the kid agree to this?" "Well..... Sorta. The kid was too fucked up and busy sucking on my cock." "Fuck. He looks young. How old is he?" "Probably 18. I don't know. They did some Ecstasy at the rave and the guy wanted to pop the kid's cherry but the kid was too shy. So he brought him here and gave him some G and T. But when he saw my cock, he got hooked on it and didn't care about his friend." "ha ha. You do have a nice cock, man." "well.... the other guy is sorta asshole anyway. And it could be fun to pop a cherry sometimes." As we talked and took care of the business, the kid sucked his cock the whole time. After taking some hits for the road, my friend finally pulled the kid off of his cock and fed him the drug. The kid didn't want the drug but wanted the cock back instead. My friend slapped him and told him to take more hits. The kid took more hits as he was told. When he got my friend's cock back in his mouth, he moaned around the cock as his eyes rolled back. My friend pushed the kids head down and held him there. The kid choked and try to free himself but my friend was too strong. Around the cock, saliva started to pour down as the kid's forced open mouth couldn't contain it. After few repeats, the kid started to take initiative and started to choke himself on my friend's cock without my friend holding him down. I was impressed and thought of my slave boy and wanted to see them side by side. My friend wanted to meet my slave boy as well so I left to pick up my slave boy. My slave boy was surprised to see me at his door and was a bit hesitant to get to his slave position right away. I decided for a punishment later as I talked to him warmly to take some hits on the pipe. After few hits, he got naked and got to his slave pose and begged me for my cock. I told him we are going to my friend's place. He seemed really disappointed but as I told him about my friend, the hunger returned in his eyes. My friend is a latino, I think from Dominican Rep. He's only 5' 9 and slender muscular body but he's got a cock that can put many men to shame. He's 39 yo but looks young enough to be mistaken for an older brother to his sons who are 16yo and 20yo. He treats his bottoms the way he treats his women, gentle at first but rough in bed. My slave boy seemed to love what I was telling him about my friend as he started to moan softly. I smiled thinking about how we are going to train two slave boys together as we left my slave's place.

Yeah, MackyJay. Open up his hole and get him horned up, then let him flip you around and sink his bone into your hungry hole. Woof!

THE PLOWMAN, PART 2 "Where to, buddy?" he asked, pushing in a trolley. My mouth hung open. I couldn't believe this guy. His attitude sucked, but he was hot. "Storeroom!" I finally shouted, staring at his retreating back. A little shorter than me, he had beefy legs covered in blonde fur, and his shorts were clinging to a nice square butt. Hearing the storeroom doors open brought me around. The magazine! Before I could react, the guy was headed back out. Stopping in front of me, he pushed back his cap, revealing dark eyes. Not much older than me, I thought. After signing the receipt, he handed it to me. "We don't take deliveries till we open," I said nervously. "Fillin' in a few mornings...regular guy is off." "Well, have a good day," I replied. "Looks like you're starting it right," he said heading out while looking at the wet cum mark on my t-shirt. "Always did like a good jerk-off in the morning." For the second time, I stood slack-jawed. Maybe he didn't see the magazine. Fuck, that was close, I thought. Unnerved, I stashed my magazine and got back to work. The next morning, I opened the door and found myself facing the same driver. "You're early...again," I commented, blushing somewhat. "Busy?" asked the driver, winking. "Not yet," I stammered. I stayed at the door, too nervous to follow him. Returning, he gave me the waybill. "Some delicate plants in the order," he said walking out. "Should probably deal with them right away." Confused, I walked to the back. We didn't carry delicate plants. Looking over the order, I froze. A jockstrap was laying on top of the boxes. Its warm smell filled the air. Cupping the pouch in my hand, I was shocked by its heat and sweaty dampness. Must have just taken it off, I thought. I brought the material to my face. The smells of piss and jizz hit me. Turning it over, I located the spot where the straps met - right in front of where his asshole would've been - and took a deep sniff. The funky smell made my dick throb. I humped the boxes like a madman, sucking and sniffing the jock till spunk filled my shorts. Cum flowed out my dick and down over my nuts. Some even ran over my hole while I rolled around in heat, making my ass sticky. I went to the bathroom and jerked another load out by rubbing the ribbed material across my asshole. I even pushed the pouch inside my ass a ways. Then I traded my cum-soaked Jockeys for the strap and went back into the store. The day was exhausting, and after the staff left, I did a final check to see that everything was locked up. I was heading out the storeroom's rear exit when a sound brought me up short. Turning, I saw stacks of baled straw toppling over, the twine breaking open, spreading it everywhere, Shit! I dropped to my knees. I couldn't leave it like this. "Doesn't take much to get you on your knees, does it?" Startled, I looked up to see the delivery guy standing there, wearing only a jock and work boots. As he pinched a large nipple with his left hand, the right worked the dick inside his pouch. "Think I'd give ya that jock for free?" he asked, winking. His meat pushing the jock out from his body, he pulled it aside enough to free a hairy bag of nuts. Working both nipples now, he pumped his hips at me. His dickhead was clearly visible through the pre cum-soaked material. "How did you...I don't think..." I trailed off. "Does it matter?" the driver asked. Heart pounding, I crawled toward him, eyes glued to the glistening dick straining the fabric of his jock. Running my tongue across the ribbed pouch to taste his salty flow, I said, "I don't even know your name." "Call me Plowman...like the store." I grunted as the tang of cum juice filled my mouth. Pressing hard with my tongue, I pushed the material into his piss-slit. Plowman flexed his dick and sent a burst of pre-cum past my lips. Pulling aside the pouch, Plowman freed his sticky, thick cut cock. I took a good look at his gaping piss-slit and big ridge before closing my mouth over the knob. The accumulated juice and it slick, and breathing out, I slid down, deep-throating it whole. Thick, smelly pubes pressed against my face. "Man," Plowman said, "you took that real easy, kid. That's one sweet throat." Taking his hands from his nipples, he closed them around my head. I heard him hiss between clenched teeth before he pulled back and then plunged into my throat, starting to fuck. I whimpered between strokes. I loved being throat-fucked! Plowman's nuts slapped my chin. With one hand on his thigh, I reached with the other hand to cup his swinging sac. Man, his nuts were hot...hot and full! "Good...tighten...yessss," moaned Plowman while fucking my throat. When he'd flex his dick to full thickness, it would make me gag a little, but Plowman didn't pause. If anything, he pressed me deeper into his pubes, getting that final inch inside. Plowman bent forward, down over my back and yanked my shirt out of my shorts. Sliding a hand into my shorts he found the waistband to the jockstrap. "Ain't we fast," Plowman chuckled, thrusting his dick harder into my throat. "Wore it all day?" I answered a muffled "Yes!" Pushing deep into my sweaty crack, Plowman's rough fingers searched out my hole. I gasped when he found it, moving his middle finger over the puckered surface, spreading my sweat across my slit. I pressed my hole open, pushing against his finger. As it flowered open, Plowman plunged in and started a steady finger fuck. I almost screamed as the dry finger tore into my hole. But once it slicked up and my hole relaxed, I was moaning. Tight as I could, I clamped down on his finger, forcing it to punch up against my button. My dick flexed in response and I realized I hadn't touched it. "Easy, kid," Plowman said. "You'll bite it clean off!" After a few minutes of plunging into both of my holes, Plowman stood up straight. Drawing his finger from my ass, he loudly sniffed it. A burst of pre-cum from his rod in my mouth told me he liked what he smelled. Standing up, he pulled his dick from my throat. "Smell," Plowman ordered, shoving his finger under my nose. The familiar smell of my own ass made me nuts. In a flash, my mouth covered his finger. Plowman ordered me to strip down to my sneakers, all the while sucking that same finger. He smiled as he looked me over. Freed, my thick meat hung semi-hard over my balls. Juice dripped out steadily from my dick and fell onto the floor. Reaching out, Plowman skinned back my dick, roughly working the exposed head. I cried out in pleasure. Pulling his hand away, Plowman brought it to his face. He smeared my juice all over his face and said, "Mmmmmm." Winking at me, Plowman turned around and bent at the waist, resting his chest on some straw bales. Placing his right foot on a nearby bale, he pushed his ass toward me. I nearly shot my load right there. Plowman's crack was spread wide, his heavy nuts hanging low. The blonde fur of his ass, which continued into his crack, parted to reveal his manhole. I watched spellbound as he reached back to spread his cheeks even farther. With his fingers deep in the crack, he pulled his asshole open, winking it at me. The jockstrap framed it perfectly. At that point, I dropped back down to my knees and plunged my face into his ass, tongue out, searching. "Bullseye," Plowman yelled, as my tongue hit home. Relaxing, he allowed my tongue inside while he released his grip on his ass cheeks. I felt them close around my face and all I could smell was sweaty ass! The taste and feel of his chute drove me crazy, I moved my tongue over the folds and dipped deeper into the opening over and over. Plowman pumped his rock hard bone in unison as i fucked him with my mouth. Jerking his dick was making his manhole spasm and was driving me more crazy. Pulling away to look at his slick opening, I watched as he pushed two fingers covered in pre-cum back past his balls. I kept my hands on his checks to keep them open and looked as he smeared his jizz over his shiny wet asshole. "A little flavoring," he said. I hungrily dove in, licking away his tasty cum. I used one hand to work my foreskin over my dickhead and shaft and used the other to squeeze my balls. Plowman moved his ass around, teasing me and pulling it out of reach. Then finally, with a force that almost knocked me over, he shoved back down on my tongue and yelled, "All the way, fucker!" The noisy sounds of ass eating and wet meat being jerked filled the room. Plowman said, "Okay, boy, get your tongue outta my ass and close your eyes." Turned on and confused, I pulled my face from his awesome hole and sat back on my haunches. Looking down at my own dick, I was amazed at how huge it looked. As Plowman turned, I closed my eyes. A few seconds later, I heard Plowman say from behind me, "Okay, open your eyes and...sit." Turning, I saw Plowman laying on a bed of straw, legs spread, his heavy balls almost reaching to the floor. He'd removed his jock and his bloated dick swayed in the light, pulsing, lubed and ready. This guy's prepared, I thought. My asshole was twitching as I walked over. Just as I was about to straddle Plowman's hips, I turned, sitting right on his face. "Lick," I ordered. "Yes, sir!" Plowman replied, darting out his tongue. With both hands, he spread my smooth cheeks and I felt my puckered ring opening as he speared his tongue inside me. I flexed my ass muscles and tried to grab at his slippery tongue, milking like I wanted to milk his thick 10" dick. I bounced up and down and fucked myself on his moaning, vibrating tongue. I stated to raise up, but he held me fast. "Hold on," he said. Gathering a wad of spit in his throat, Plowman let fly. With a loud splash, it landed dead center on my hole. "Okay," he said. I turned and lowered myself over his dick. I pushed his thick rod onto his furry abs and placed my ass crack over it. I sighed each time his big knob passed over my pucker as I slid back and forth on his trapped dick. Taking Plowman's swollen nipples between my fingers, I rocked my ass and spread lube and spit into my ass. Bending forward, I slid my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues fought each other as I tugged on his nipples. Plowman took hold of my hips and lined me up with his thick dickhead. He grabbed my ass and pulled it wide, opening the lips of my twitching hole. I laid my chest on his and pushed my ass out and around his knob. I felt the rim of my hole move over his bloated head. With a sharp jab upward, Plowman speared my ass ring, forcing his head inside and slicking up my chute more with his river of pre-cum leaking from his thick bone. Even though I cried out in response, Plowman only paused briefly before relentlessly driving upward into my ass. I did my best to push back, pain or not...I wanted it. As Plowman pressed deeper, he said, "That's it, buddy. I can feel your ass opening ahead of my dick. Keep that up, kid." The sheer thickness of his shaft gave me little choice but to accept his dick, and sure enough, when I felt his pubes brush my hole, I knew I was almost there. "Almost home, Champ," he said, breathing hard, "A little more." I straightened up while tugging on Plowman's nipples. I dropped my full weight downward and forced my hole to the thick base. Plowman's and my cries of joy echoed in the storeroom. "Hell fuckin' yeah!" Plowman yelled. "You like that?" I asked in full-on heat and shock. Plowman suddenly turned us over. I found myself on my back, my hole straining to handle all his dick, looking up into those dark eyes. "Fuck..." I said. "...you!" Plowman cut in, starting to thrust. Positioning my legs in the crook of his elbows, he stretched his legs out and pushed forward. He rolled me into a ball and started to really fuck. Grunting with each stroke, I quickly took control of my muscles. As his dick drilled into me, I opened my ass, and on the upstroke, I clenched hard, milking Plowman's thick beast and forcing his knob against my ass button. Hands on either side of me, Plowman plunged in and out of my ass, sweat dripping off of him and sometimes into my open mouth and hungry tongue. Quickening the pace, Plowman slammed into my ass, easing back slowly each time while I milked his huge piece of man meat. "Great fuckin' ass, buddy," he gasped. "Tight...hot...like being sucked off." My aching bone was pressed between us. I wasn't about to touch it. The action in my ass combined with Plowman's hairy abs sliding across my uncut rod had me on edge, not to mention how hot Plowman's looks and sexy attitude made me. Plowman's fucking began to change and his dick widened even more to fill my ass completely. Straightening up and grabbing my ankles in each hand, he spread my legs and my inner thigh muscles stretched around his thick cock as he slammed into me. I felt his dick harden even more and knew he couldn't last. He let go of my left ankle and took control of my dick with his right hand. Skinning back my foreskin, he worked the raw head, slick with sweat and leaking spunk. He worked his thumb over my knob and into my piss slit. "Jesus," I gasped. "I'm so close!" My dick almost jerked out of his hand and thickened as my jizz flew past Plowman's probing thumb. The stream landed squarely on my face. The spasm of my asshole spasm finished off Plowman. Frantically fucking my hole, his dick swelled. "Yeahhhhhh!!" he yelled, yanking his meat from my ass at the last second. As the first rope of Plowman's seed fired out of his dick, I yelled, "Fuck it into me, Plowman! Breed my hole deep!" His look of surprise and delight while he plunged his massive dick back into my hole made me start shooting again and milking him with my clenching chute while I caught some of my flying cum in my mouth. Plowman smiled as I enjoyed my own cum. Dropping down onto me, Plowman slid his tongue into my mouth, wanting a taste as well. We laid there swapping spit and cum until we drifted off to sleep after a few minutes. I woke a while later. There was no sign of Plowman. As I sat up, our two jockstraps slid off my chest. A note was pinned to one: Hey, Buddy! Hope you liked the new farm hand. He had one final delivery to make before coming here to "plow" for your Dad and us. think he can handle it? Ed, Al, and the boys..and Dad

I would ... DEFINITELY! Love the golden skin tone and find slim Asian guys are so horny, esp. if treated to a nice large slam.

Hey, pigs -- I'm working on the next part of the story. In the meantime, I figured you might appreciate this little series of photos I shot last night...

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

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

The entire bathroom was done in slate, the shower merely a step down in the corner of the room, covered on one side by a clear glass wall and the other two covered with the slate that continued up from the floor. A sturdy showerhead jutted out from the wall. “Get on your knees,” he growled as he shoved me into the slate enclosure still wet from his morning shower hours before. My knees harshly rubbed against the stone floor, and I looked up at him holding his soft cock. It was still incredibly impressive, still gorged with blood, at about 8 fat inches of juicy man meat. “Please don’t…” I started to implore, but before I could finish my plea, a pale yellow stream of urine erupted from his tasty piss split and hosed down my chest. It was wonderfully warm, like the water in a heated pool, and the smell was somewhat indescribable. It was strong but not repulsive while clearly the scent of something debaucherous and nasty. He stopped the flow for a second to command me to open my mouth. I did so without questioning though I really didn’t want to drink his piss. “Hold it in your mouth until I tell you to spit it out, understand?” I nodded in disbelief that I had been lowered to the status of a urinal. His jet of piss restarted, aimed directly at my pie hole. I collected his fragrant amber fluid in my mouth until it was overflowing and dripping down my chin onto my clit-dick, now soft and even more pathetic looking. Once again, he retracted the steady flow. Eyes expectantly wide, I looked up at him, begging him to let me spit out the pee that was making me feel like a cheap, worthless public restroom. “Swallow it.” My eyes got bigger, surely he wasn’t serious. “I mean it, every drop. You should honor and appreciate anything that comes out of my body. I just sired you, bitch. I gave you my kids, passed on my gift, and showed you your true calling. Anything that I produce from my holes should be your favorite meal…so swallow my piss, fuck hole.” I steadied myself and then closed my mouth and drank my first (but not my last) piss cocktail. The aftertaste haunted my mouth and nose, but I looked up to him proud of showing him proper respect for his bodily fluids. And actually, after the fucking I had just sustained, the nasty drink was somewhat refreshing, and I found myself wanting more. I cast eager eyes up to him and was met with an abrupt spray of piss all over my face. I knew he did it just to degrade me and a part of me did want to cry as his urine splattered across my face and all over my body. “Wash your hair with it, piggie.” He managed to keep shocking me. “Don’t just kneel there like a whore, really be a whore. Scoop some piss off your body and the floor and wash your hair with it, you worthless hole!” I cupped my hands and tried to scoop up some piss from the slate, and then I massaged it into my hair. Tears were definitely flowing now. When I went to scoop up some pee from my body, what should catch my eye but my newly erect boy-dick. I couldn’t believe it! As I cried and rubbed another man’s urine into my scalp, my sorry-excuse-for-a-cock was hard as a rock. “You pathetic cum dump, look at that little miniature dick standing straight up. What a pitiful motherfucker, this REALLY is what you are, a fucked out, piss soaked, pozzed up boy cunt.” All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.” “Stand up, pussy boy,” he barked, the bombardment of piss having stopped. As I faltered, I felt his beefy hands grip my waist to speed my ascension back to upright and turned me to face the wall. I felt his sausage thumbs apply immense pressure on the small of my back, forcing me to bend over, catching myself with my hands on the slate wall. He wrapped his hand around the base of his puffy cock, pushing all of the blood still escaping his erection toward the last five inches of his tool. Without a word I felt it at my sore, worked over cunt, and soon is was lodged in me a few inches. I couldn’t believe he was ready to fuck again…but that’s not what he had in mind. A warm sensation rushed into my bowels, completely washing through my insides. My God, he was peeing inside of my asshole. I moaned, reliving the sensation of being ejaculated into, though this was slightly different. It was more consistent and stronger. And more degrading. I truly was a human toilet. My mouth and ass is where you go to relieve yourself. I have no worth beyond this…collecting fluids from bigger men than me. These thoughts were interrupted by an incredibly full, bloated feeling in my abdomen. Of course, all that piss was ballooning my insides and corked with his big rod. Finally, the flow of urine stopped and he leaned forward to give me instructions, “Okay, when I pull my dick out, I want you to clench your hole as tight as you can so you keep all of that piss and cum in you. I want you to squat down, not kneel, but squat and suck my dick until it’s hard again, got that?” I simply nodded, and he said, “Good bitch.” He pulled his meat from my anus and I contracted my hole as hard as I could. The discomfort was intense as it began to make me cramp a bit. I squatted in front of him and took his cock, still dotted with rivulets of pee, in my mouth and began sucking it. “Aw, come on, I already taught you this,” he said annoyed and grabbed the back of my head. Once again, he skull fucked, brutally using my mouth as if it were a pussy he was raping that he had no respect for or concern for leaving it in any kind of usable condition. I gagged causing my asshole to spasm open and propel some of the piss, and presumably toxic cum, out of my ass. “That’s it, faggot. That’s what I want. I want to see your choking clear that cunt out.” So he continued to assault my throat with his ever growing manhood, instigating my gag reflex and causing my newly seeded pussy to convulse and slowly but surely expel all of the piss and cum he had just forced into me. This went on for about 5 minutes until my ass was just making wet fart noises when I would gag. “Okay, it’s empty. Take a shower, faggot, and meet me in the bedroom.” He abruptly walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to shower and regroup my senses. I showered as quickly as I could, not wanting to anger him and anxious about what was coming next. I dried off and walked into the hallway, easily finding the master bedroom. He was on the bed, sunlight pouring through the window, shafts of light tossed across his furry muscular pecs, his tight trunk-like stomach, his dangerously powerful legs, and of course, his ten and a half inches of man at full mast. It was already glistening with lube as he stroked it. “Come over here and get on it, fuck boy.” Knowing that begging him for a reprieve would do no good, I climbed onto the bed without hesitation, straddled him, and pulled my ass up high enough to connect the end of his cock with my hole. I pushed out on my hole to open for him and began to sit down. Fuck! Would this ever get easier? (The answer to that is ‘with him, no’…he would disembowel me whenever he fucked me.) Loud guttural noises and high pitched whining poured from my mouth as I tried to sit down to the base. He brought the bottle of chemical up to my nose again, “Take a hit of poppers, cunt.” I inhaled deeply into both nostrils and felt my battered walls give in. Once I had him completely in me, he said, “Get yourself off. Ride that dick and beat your tiny meat until you cum again. Use my dick. I want you to fully realize that you used another man’s REAL cock to make yourself cum like a woman.” So I did. He just lied there, but I bucked up and down; I got up on my feet and gently used the whole length to caress my prostate; I took him deep, pressed firmly against my colon to make me whimper and jerk my boy-clit faster. It was humiliating, and yet, it felt SO good. The pain was exquisite and soon, ropes of cum were shooting all over his torso, my four-incher going almost immediately soft. “Lick it up,” he ordered and although I wasn’t crazy about the taste of my own cum, I hopped off his cock and lapped it up obediently in mere seconds. As soon as my cum was eaten off his stomach and chest, he got up and positioned himself behind me doggy style. He slammed the entire length into me in one stab, sending me into a bout of screaming and howling. His hands pulling on my waist kept my butt firmly planted against his hips, and he advised, “The poppers are right there. I think you should take a hit.” I hit the poppers hard and as soon as I had the cap back on, my asshole was railed with excruciating brutality. The poppers were turning the wreckage into pleasure, but I couldn’t catch my breath as my guts were repeatedly tossed aside to make room for the massive invasion of his cock. He rammed it in one final time and kept it there. I was trying to catch my breath and wipe the sweat from my face when I felt the dull point of something against my ass. I didn’t realize what he was doing until I heard the familiar squeak of a marker. “Wait—“ I began. “You hold your position and don’t even think about saying or doing anything. Just shut the fuck up and stay on all fours like the breeding bitch you are.” He continued writing whatever it was he was writing on my ass. Mid-way through, he asked, “What’s your best friend’s name?” “Matt Bennet, why?” “Don’t you worry about it.” He had finished writing, and he pulled his cock from my hole about 3 inches, and then I heard the familiar shutter release of an iPhone taking a picture. I looked back over my shoulder. That fucker had gone through my stuff and gotten my phone while I was in the shower. “I know this is making you upset, but don’t think about doing anything about it. Just stay there,” he warned. He tapped away on my phone and I recognized the sound of a sent text message. He threw my phone on the bed in front of me so I could see what he had done. Staring me in the face was a text conversation between me and Matt with the last entry being from me saying, “Great Saturday! I’m finally taking big raw cock up my ass like I've always wanted to!” and a picture of my ass stuffed with my assailant's junk. On my tight white hairless ass - decorated with a few pink hand prints still – was written in black marker CUM DUMP. And a little lower on my right butt cheek was scrawled the word CUM with a little arrow pointing to the place on my crack where my hole would be. I was devastated. My best friend was going to get this picture. He would know that I was a worthless bottom bitch. I started to cry as the beast began to drill me again. He slowed his pace, wrote something else with the marker, snapped a picture, and went back to mercilessly pounding my cunt. He fucked me down on to my stomach, his entire body pressed to mine, crushing me with his weight. His legs and hips moved his cock into me at a different angle making me cry out in a new high-pitched shriek, but he just kept sawing into my hole. Once again, he changed positions, putting me on my side and scissoring my legs so that he was straddling my left leg and my right leg was on his shoulder. I didn’t believe he could get deeper, but this proved me wrong and I scrambled for the poppers, sniffing them for dear life as he plunged through my inner ring again and again, but this time managing to get further past it. The poppers helped but I was still clutching the sheets, biting into the pillow, screaming, and crying. That’s when my iPhone chirped. The top just chuckled as the plowing of my cunt continued and I reached for my phone. I swiped the icon across the screen and read the message from my best friend. “Dude, what the fuck? I always kinda’ knew that dick head Jordan Micelli was right when he would call you a fag! But with a dick that size in you, you’re a REAL faggot! You’re a sick-o. Leave me the fuck alone!” The phone was swiped out of my hand and he read the message. He mocked me, “Oh, what a shame. I guess being an anonymous fuck hole cum bucket isn’t going to get you a lot of friends. Just a lot of cum. And piss.” Violently, he flipped me onto my back, his dick never leaving my shitter. Once on my back, my legs on his shoulders, he methodically pumped into me, his balls banging against my ass like a bell tolling the coming of a great event. He grabbed by phone, clicked a few options, and turned it to face me, showing the second picture he took. The words that he added across the top of my ass were POZ FUCK HOLE. I whimpered and he threw the phone down on the bed and began to slam into me with new vigor, grunting and cursing. I looked down my body, taking so many things in: his toxic tattoo slapping against my ass rhythmically, his stomach muscles clenching as he drove another fucking home, my soft useless dick flopping around as I was used for the hole that I was mean to be, and his hard eyes looking directly into mine. “You want that poz cum?” “No, please, I don’t.” “Yes, you do. Really think about it. If you didn’t want it, you wouldn’t still be here. You want that release, and I want you to ask me for it. Beg me for my load.” “I can’t.” “You’re not getting it until you beg me for it, which means I just keep fucking you until you’ll never be able to hold a shit in again, hear me?” “Please. I just want a normal life.” He snorted, “Not after today. It’s not in the cards. You were never meant for a normal life. You barely have a dick and you crave submission to real men. A normal life isn’t for you. My toxic cum is for you and you want it. So just give in to it and beg me for it.” Something in me snapped. My body’s needs suddenly took over and although my brain was still saying “no,” my body was sick of having to be inhibited by it. My legs fell from his shoulders and wrapped around him tightly, the heels of my feet digging into his muscular ass, pulling him into me and meeting every vicious thrust. “Yes! Give me your pox load! Give it to me. Fill me up with your toxic babies, make me carry you DNA with me forever. Please, I’m begging you for it. I need your poison in me, it’s worth it ‘cause it’s yours. I hand my hole over for you to deposit your dirty spunk into my worthless cunt. Please.” He taunted, “Maybe I’ll pull out and cum on the bed.” I panicked, wrapping my legs tighter and contracting my pussy walls to keep him from escaping. “No, please no…don’t waste it. Put it into me. Let it sit inside of me and do its job. Knock me up with your disease and then toss me aside like the worthless cock sleeve I am. Please, Sir, please, I need this. I need you. I need your poz seed!” That knocked him right over the edge and he groaned, “Here comes my jizz, you stupid cunt.” Once again, I felt the monster lodged in my bowels pulse, spraying my insides to overflowing with HIV ridden semen. I imagined his swimmers scattering to find every nook and crevice in my ass in search of a home to take root and fester. Once every drop was emptied into me, he pulled out with a sloppy plop, and immediately shoved a small butt plug into my stretched hole to keep the cum from spilling out. Checking his watch, he said, “A little after 4:30. Perfect. Time for you to go home.” As I slipped back on my jock and shorts I realized that at no point in time had this man ever kissed me. I really felt like a whore now. And as I picked up my torn shirt knowing that I would be heading home shirtless, I realized that I didn’t even know his name. Worse than that, he didn’t know mine. “I just realized, I don’t know your name.” “So?” he retorted. “Well, I mean, you just loaded my ass, I thought—“ “You need to stop thinking. You’re a set of holes. Got that? Why does a set of holes need to know my name?” I tried again, “Well, my name is—“ “Shut the fuck up. I don’t care what your name is … I don’t want to know it. You’re my possession now, my boy cunt.” “What?” He explained, “You father owns your ass now. Believe me, he owns it, but you’ll always be my boy, my fuck hole. Oh, you’ll be mad at me for a while, but soon you’ll start thinking about me and the moment when I poured my juice into you, changing you forever. Giving you my DNA, my baby, and you’ll feel lucky to have carried it full term. And you’ll want to be my fuck hole again, to feel the lack of identity, the lack of choices, the lack of distinction. Just one more fuck hole for me to knock up, but to you, I’ll always be the one who broke you.” What he was saying sunk in, and I wondered if he was right. Would I feel an instinctive urge to come back and be his fuck hole again and again? Did I really want to be a nameless poz cum dump, but was having trouble letting myself go for it all the way? I guess only time would tell. “Now go home,” he said. “Your father is waiting for you.” More to come…

The stud hooked his hands under my arms and effortlessly lifted me off my knees and plopped me on the couch. “Don’t move,” I was commanded and he went to get the duffel bag. I sat in the middle of the couch trying to catch my breath. He returned, dropped the bag on the floor, and went to his knees. He grabbed me under my knees and pushed my legs up roughly, forcing my ass up and my torso to sink further into the cushion. “Hold your legs there,” he ordered, handing me my legs. I took them, keeping myself bent in half, cunt hole exposed. “Look at that asshole gaping at me. It’s still so open.” And with that, he blew right into my pussy. I could easily feel the gust of air on my insides and immediately tightened my hole. He just laughed and dug into the bag for the first foreign object he would shove into my backside. When he hunched over to survey the different sized ass destroyers in the gym bag, I looked across the room from myself and saw that the opposing wall was predominantly mirrors. I saw myself – my red eyes, my face covered in dried snot and bile, my nips looking like two angry red spark plugs, legs in the air, my hairless ass pushed up and waiting for more abuse, three or four big handprints outlined in pink. And of course, there was my little less-than-five inch dick still hard as a stubby pencil making a pool of pussy boy precum on my defined abs. Oh, and he was right, my hole was slightly gaped still. Using my muscles, I managed to wink it shut but every time I relaxed, it gaped open again slightly. What was I doing? I was about to be injected with viral cum from this viciously virile man. He was going to hand down to me his terminal disease like a gift, leaving it to remember him by whenever I dealt with a consequence of the sickness he was putting into me. Why wasn’t I trying to make a run for it? Why wasn’t I fighting to escape? Because he would never let me. He was too powerful and I was too weak. He too much of a man and me anything but. I was right not to run, this was what I was made to do, like it or not. Stroking his massive oozing cock with one hand, he held a medium sized butt plug in his other hand. Squeezing his shaft repeatedly, he coaxed out glob after glob of precum onto the plug. Finally, he released his grasp and smeared his fluid all over the butt plug. He began to position it at the entrance to my gaping canal when I begged, “Please please that precum could get me sick.” “Oh, you want me to put it in dry? I’ll wipe off my precum,” he retorted. I couldn't imagine having this thing shoved in dry. I bit my bottom lip and began to tremble, “Okay, just put it in.” I was weeping softly as he pushed my O-ring wide with the butt plug. After being rammed by the mammoth he called a dick, the butt plug wasn’t so bad. It was a little tough getting over the wide bottom, but once it popped in, it just kind of nestle in my ass and was kind of relaxing. He pushed against the bottom of it, hitting a trigger in me, sending a chill of pleasure through my body that made me moan. He worked the plug in and out of me a few times and then abruptly pulled it from my hole. “Here, hold onto this,” he said nonchalantly and put the butt plug into my mouth. My lips wrapped around the tiny connector between the base and the plug, making me look in the mirror like a very deviant toddler sucking on a very dirty pacifier. Without warning, I realized he was pushing beads into my ass … each bead got progressively larger and I felt like I was running out of room, but that was impossible. His cock was much larger than all of those beads put together. He managed to get the final bead into me, leaving me feeling significantly more bloated than anything thus far. With one motion, he pulled the beads completely out of me causing me to whimper, drooling over the slimy plug in my mouth, and spurting a wave of precum from my boy dick. Like a worker on a conveyor belt, trained to do the same job over and over, he very systematically reinserted all of the beads. He didn’t pull them out though. He had a twist in store for me, and he sat up on his knees and pushed his cock into me again. Granted it still hurt like hell, but I knew how to manipulate my ass better to aid in accommodating him. His entrance pushed the beads further into me, hitting all sorts of different places, and making him groan. “Oh fuck, that feels good. I wish your fucking cunt came with these beads in it all the time.” He slowly pumped away for just a couple of minutes before slipping out of me and then yanking the beads out like a ripcord on a lawn mower. I let out a yelp, the butt plug falling from my mouth, bouncing off one of my defined pecs and down my tight stomach into my pool of precum. “One last toy before I get back in there,” he informed me as he threw the beads aside, and stuck his hand back in the duffel bag. From the bag he revealed a monster of a dildo. A pitch-black latex faux cock about the same length as my tormentor, but significantly thicker and a hell of a lot more veiny. My eyes bugged out and he snorted, “That’s right, bitch, you’re gonna’ feel this one.” Being realistic, he reached under the coffee table and pulled out a little box from which he got some lube that he poured all over this colon wrecker. After coating it with the lube, he positioned it at my hole and looked into my eyes. “You keep looking straight at me while this goes in,” he said, and I did. My ass had been worked over enough that it opened up to try and take this rubber cock as thick as a soup can. I felt my cunt stretch and strain as the stud applied consistent pressure to the dildo, forcing it into my chute and pushing my pussy walls wide. I whined, grunted, and moaned but I held my legs in place the entire time like a good bottom boy. Finally, he hit my inner ring and my eyes pleaded with him. “Not this time, but next time, this dildo is going through, understand?” I nodded furiously, thankful for the reprieve. Instead he started fucking the dildo in and out of me, causing me to quiver and scream from getting my guts dragged back and forth by the lubed latex. He stopped suddenly, leaving it ¾ of the way in me. From the box, he brought a small bottle that he gave a few shakes and then unscrewed the tiny lid. He shoved the bottle under my nose and pushed his finger against the opposing nostril. “Sniff in deep,” he order. It smelled acrid and chemical. He did the same to the other nostril and I obediently sniffed more of the fumes. In seconds, my head was swimming, my face felt flush, and the dildo more easily maneuvered my tight fuck hole. He began fucking it into me again, and my ass felt like it needed it…in fact, it popped through my inner ring. It still hurt and made me scream but it was my cunt that had loosened enough to allow it. “Atta’ boy,” he said and pulled the entire thing from my ass, throwing it aside and plunging the real thing balls deep in my gut. I cried out in pain again even though my ass immediately began milking him and my body tingled all over. Within a moment, the bottle was back under my nose and I was taking 2, 3, 4 deep sniffs of the unknown chemical. Heat rushed back to my cheeks, dizziness found my head, and my ass relaxed around the invading rocket lodged in my shitter. I was looking into his steely green eyes, my mouth agape making all sorts of noises when the oversized dildo that was just in my ass was shoved into my mouth. He continued to fuck my cunt with his cock while he fucked my face with the fake one. Mercilessly, I was skull fucked my this black sex toy tainted with my ass juice while he drilled me with his toxic pecker. Every time I would gag on the dildo, my ass would clench, making him let out a guttural groan. Finally, he pulled the rubber phallus from my mouth, slapped my face with it, and threw it aside, leaning over me to focus on his final domination (at least I thought it was his final one). His body pressed against mine as he continued to hammer in me, balls slapping against my bruised ass. I knew what was coming. “Please, please don’t. I don’t want to get sick,” I begged. “Do you not realize by now that this is what you’re made for? What you’re good for?” he asked sincerely, but cruelly. “But I’m afraid. Please don’t infect me.” “You love me, don’t you?” he asked. It was such a strange question. “What?” I asked, confused. “If you tell me that you love me and make me believe it, I’ll pull out,” he offered. He continued to rail me, gutting me with his amazing cock, as I looked straight into his eyes and breathed truthfully, “I love you. I’m in love with you.” He held my gaze for a second and then snorted evilly, “I know you do, you stupid cunt. But you’re just a hole to me. And you’re definitely getting bred today. You’re gonna’ leave this house well trenched and drenched.” Oh my God, he had just played me. Forced me to allow myself to be emotionally vulnerable and then mocked me for it, and I was still going to be filled with HIV cum. And all I was to him was a hole. That kept repeating in my head, and suddenly, my puny boy dick was shooting ribbon after ribbon of cum over my torso. “See, boy? This is your destiny. Boy cunt for sale, and you love it. You know that I’m still fucking you until I’m done, I don’t care how much it hurts.” I guess that a lot of bottoms have trouble getting fucked after they cum. Not the case with me, as I would find out. He kept hammering away and my pussy relaxed even more now that I had cum, and the bull was able to rut even deeper. Just to humiliate me more, he scooped up my semen and shoved it in my mouth. My cum didn’t taste nearly as good as his precum and I pinched my face from the taste as he forced me to eat and swallow my own jizz. I refocused on the fact that he was about to poz me and I started to squirm again. “Stop it,” he slapped my face, but I continued to whimper and wiggle. “Stop it,” he slapped me harder. “This is going to set you free, boy. You can fulfill your purpose now as an indiscriminate cum dump. No worries, no load turned away. That’s your future. And I’m going to see to it that no poz guy gets turned away from this hot hole.” I knew I couldn’t get away, so I asked, “It’s not for sure, right? I mean, just ‘cause you cum in me, doesn’t mean I’ll get it for sure, right?” Through a smile, he answered me, stroking my hair, “That’s right, boy. But that just makes it all the more fun when I pay your father rack rate to try again. Hell, that must be, what? Twenty-five? Thirty bucks?” He howled with laughter and picked up the pace of his drilling. His arms wrapped around my body and he spit in my face as he slammed into my boy cunt harder and harder. My inner ring was constantly being torn open by his vicious thrusting. Suddenly, I realized that my legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him into me. No matter what my head said, I couldn’t help it. My body responded to this man’s domination and my legs continued to pull him into me, my pussy walls gyrating around his baby maker, begging to have my insides doused with his hot, toxic seed. His flexing stomach slapping against my spent dick and 8-pack, he began moaning loudly, “Here it comes, here comes my toxic cum. Right in that fucking cum dump. Fuck yeah, cunt, TAKE MY JIZZ! TAKE IT! I’M GONNA’ FUCK IT INTO YOUR GUT, FAGGOT! I’M CHANGING YOU INTO A POZ WHORE!” We were both bucking and thrusting against each other, grunting and groaning. "NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T CUM IN ME!!" I screamed and begged. "YOU DON'T GET A CHOICE IN THIS! YOUR HOLE BELONGS TO ME RIGHT NOW! I GET TO CHOOSE WHAT GOES IN IT! AND I CHOOSE MY FUCKING AIDS BABIES!" "NOOOO! PLEASE!!!!!" I pleaded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, CUNT! HERE COME MY SWIMMERS! ENJOY MY BUG!" he yelled out. The cock inside of me inflated slightly, making me take a sharp inhalation of breath, and it began to pulse against my torn and battered ass walls. Hot jolts began to fill me and I knew his poison was shooting out of that bulbous head and hitting my deepest insides. My boy dick spasmed and a tiny bit more cum shot an inch onto my stomach. His balls were still draining into my cum hole, soaking my vulnerable tissue and blood vessels, marinating with my ass juice. The stud collapsed on me with ragged breathing, still pushing and pulling his meat into and from my ass hole, fucking his DNA into my exposed fucked out cock sleeve. We lay there with only his hips moving, forcing his softening dick in and out of my drenched hole. My legs were still wrapped around his hips, clearly not wanting to have to move beyond this moment, not wanting to enter the next moment where I had to face the severity of the situation. After about ten minutes, his hips stopped moving and he sighed, “I have to piss.” His cock popped out of my ass and I yelped a bit. The man that has just potentially infected me with HIV got up casually and headed to the bathroom. I looked across at the mirror to see my legs bent and spread, my pink ass held wide enough to view my gaping pink hole that now had a slightly more purple appearance. A thick white liquid drooled from my sloppy cunt. My pink pucker clenched tightly, sucking it back in. I guess it was hungry for it. I couldn’t control it. “OK,” I said, but he chuckled and turned back, “OK? You’re coming with me.” Oh fuck! I wasn’t done. More to come…

He reached back and slapped my head away from his ass, as he returned to his full upright position. With his enormous cock swinging with each macho step, he made his way to the bar in the living room and pulled a backless bar stool next to the arm of the couch. “Come here,” he beckoned, stroking his ten inches. Shaking, I slowly got up from my knees. My limbs were stiff and my face, chest, and stomach were covered with hardening bodily fluids. I was terrified of what was next and I couldn’t believe I was willingly moving toward it. The saddest part is, it wasn’t because my father had threatened to not pay for college. I didn’t know why I was moving toward it. “Bend over this stool,” he commanded and I quickly followed his orders. Harshly, he ran his fingers over my ass hole, cramming a finger in and pulling it right back out. “You’re still fucking juicy, dude,” he said in disbelief. “You are such a fucking whore. You were born for this.” He spit four times into his palm and coated his dick with it, and then he pointed his monster cock straight up towards his face, lined his mouth up, and dropped a big glob of spit right on the rigid head of it. Smearing the spit all over the mushroom cap, he warned, “It’s in your own best interest to just relax,” and he began rubbing his pole against my opening, nudging in each time his cock ran across my pink pucker. It made me whine every time I felt him run the head of his dick across my hole. I felt him really start to nudge his way in. “What about lube, dude?” His hand came down hard on my ass, burning as if I had sat on an oven. He had held nothing back. “I’m not your dude, shit-for-brains!” he scolded, slapping my other cheek, spitting on it, smearing the spit, and then spanking it even harder, the force being multiplied by the wetness he had applied. “DO. YOU. UN-. DER-. STAND. ME?” he slapped a different cheek with each accented syllable, harder and harder. I howled through my belittling punishment until I finally broke down in a full out cry, “YES!!!” “Good.” He went back to sliding his fuck stick against my boy cunt, “Ask your question again.” I swallowed and asked carefully, “What about lube, Sir?” He chided in a Southern drawl, “If it doesn’t go in with spit and persistence, it ain’t love!” How could he think this was funny? I had no idea if I was going to be able to handle this and he was cracking jokes. He continued, “And I think you’re gonna’ love me a little bit when I’m through with you. So spit it is.” He kept nudging into me, and I tried to relax, but after a few nudges, he got impatient. With constant pressure on my sphincter, he pushed his engorged cock head past my first ring, causing me to scoot away a little bit and yelp. His powerful hands firmly grabbed my waist and stopped me from scurrying away and in the process, forced more of his cock into. I felt my insides stretching around this large invader, trying to accommodate its vastness. My walls wouldn’t adjust quickly enough and the pain was intense. I began howling again, begging him to slow down, but he was like an animal possessed now that I was wailing and writhing about. Steadily, he pushed inch after inch into my tearing rectum, producing sounds from me that I had never made before. Awful cat-like screeches as my ass was destroyed for the first time. All of a sudden, amidst the pain, an incredible sensation waved over me as I felt him hit the end of my ass. Feeling his thick head bump against that spot where he was bottoming out was sensational even though my ass still burned and flexed in stabbing pain. However, I was wrong. “You still have about two more inches to go,” he popped my bubble and pushed forward. I screamed out as I realized that what I thought was the end of my ass was actually just an inner ring that he was intent on tearing beyond repair as well. I felt so full, as if my ass was inflating. The pain was excruciating but I kept getting jolts of agonizingly exquisite sensations that would course through my body. Goose bumps rose up on my thighs and ass. “Yeah, look at those goose bumps. That cunt is cock hungry!” The waistband of my jockstrap was grab and twisted twice around his hand and wrist and pulled taut like the reins on a horse. His powerful erection started moving inside of me, finding a moderate groove. In reality, he was being nice to me since he wasn’t plowing me, but the fact is that it was my first time and he was over ten inches long and hilted in my virgin boy pussy. I thought I was going to pass out from the torturous fucking I was receiving. He began to pick up speed, my ass bouncing off of his hips, his percolating nuts slapping against my smooth pink ass. It felt like there was a steaming hot poker rammed up into my stomach, and I gritted my teeth, grunting and snorting like a pig, trying to soldier through the railing that this stud was carelessly giving my broken hole. My mind was clouded from the stabbing pain in my ass when suddenly I realized that my puny prick was flat against my stomach, more rigid than it had ever been with my girlfriend or from masturbating. What was this guy doing to me? What was he turning me into? “…turning you into a whore…” he mumbled, as if reading my thoughts while pounding into my colon. “…nice converted cum dump pussy bottom…” he hissed out through labored breaths. “How old are you, boy?” he asked without missing a slam of cock into me. Wiping the tears from my cheeks and wincing through another wave of pain as his rod found another unexplored corner of my pussy, I answered, “I turned 18 two weeks ago.” “Oh fuck! Goddamn, you are getting turned inside out and bred by some stranger almost three times your age. You are truly a fucked out cum bucket.” Granted he was hot, but it was still true. I was letting myself be fucked for the first time…no, completely used by a guy that would have been in his 30s when I was born. And at this point, although, it still hurt like hell, it was clearly what my body wanted. I was a disgusting little faggot to be so naturally cock hungry that I would grant some strange guy in his 50s carte blanche access to my holes. “Oh yeah, think about that…the stud behind you right now is 32 years older than you, breeding you like a bitch in heat. I didn’t convert until I was 45. You’re gonna’ have me beat by 27 years. 27 more years to enjoy the bug.” His hands gripped tighter on my 28” waist and his fucking got harder, more determined. Grunting through my words with every thrust that pushed my innards aside, I said, “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.” Chuckling, he slowed and long stroked his beer can cock in and out of my straining cunt and said, “Oh, right. I told you I would fill you in on the tattoo once your ass cheek touched while my dick was in you. So fair’s fair. What I meant by converting is that I turned poz five years ago. And you’ll be poz too when you walk out that door today.” “No, no…” I begged, freaking out and frantically tried to wiggle away. I just kept saying “no, no,” and fighting with all of my might to get him out of me. He laughed and almost effortlessly just held my hips in place with his erection about four inches inside of me. “Awww, no you don’t,” he kind of sang and then with one powerful pull of his hands, impaled me on his death stick. My back arched up and I screamed into the air like a howling wolf. “Can’t get away now,” he said with certainty, “the deal is done. It’s right there in the fucking letter, piggie.” I looked on the couch cushions at the yellow legal pad paper still laying there wet with my tears. My dad’s letter. The poisonous beast started hammering into me deeply, only pulling out about three or four inches, and then really punching into my inner ring. The motion and the pain made it difficult to focus on the letter, but eventually I was able to. Immediately, I zeroed in on the passage that my poz top was talking about: Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Holy shit, my father knew and this is why I was sent over. I couldn’t believe he would do this to me. He was letting some buddy from the bar wreck my hole and shoot HIV into me. What had I done to deserve this? I had mouthed off to him. And I had disappointed him. Here I was getting in his face about being a man, meanwhile my girlfriend is bending his ear about how I can’t satisfy her. I just don’t know why she just didn’t break up with me then. Then it dawned on me, he had asked her not to. Not to spare my feelings but to spare his. So I didn’t embarrass him by losing this hot girl because I wasn’t man enough to keep her. And he started fucking her to keep her quiet about me. Then I – his disappointment of a son that he suspects is queer – starts mouthing off about being a man, and he decides to teach me a lesson. He was purposefully putting disease into his only son to prove to me that I wasn’t the big man I thought I was. That I was just a worthless receptacle for cum, toxic or clean, to be used by guys who were real men. And by real men, he meant guys with big dicks, not tiny ones like mine. I was fucked. I couldn’t let this happen. I clenched my ass trying to squeeze him out and instantly felt his member puff up bigger, “Fuck, faggot, you are a natural cum slut, milking my death stick like that.” My attempt to push him out was having the opposite effect and I immediately stopped contracting my ass. Undeterred, he teased me, “Awww, was that you trying to push me out? And what? You think I can’t make you milk that cock?” And with that he reached around and rolled both of my nipples between his fingers. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t prevent my cunt from rhythmically squeezing and releasing his rod in response to the attention on my tits. “Atta’ boy.” I started bawling but my body just kept responding to his touch and his fucking. A rush of determination filled me and I began to crawl away, trying to remove his poisonous cock from my ass. He would have none of that and continued fucking me, mounting me like an animal. I used my arms to pull me forward, caught one of my feet on a wrung of the stool, and pushed. With grunts and guttural noises, his body remained on me as I tried desperately to flee onto the couch. Literally, I was fucked down the length of the couch as I tried to escape my fate. This fueled him as he continued to drill my ass, using my resistance as a way to turn my violation into more of a sport. Finally, I broke down, biting into far arm of the couch, screaming into the fabric as he ruthlessly trenched out my mancunt. Amazing how ten inches can feel like sixteen when it’s being dragged through your bowels. Every time he would pull himself out of me, it felt like he was taking my insides with him, turning me inside out. I also felt strangely empty, like it was wrong to have him out of me. As agonizing as it was to have him brutalizing my guts, I needed him back inside of me emotionally and physically. I beat my fist on the pillow next to my face, my teeth sinking into the dusty fabric of the couch arm, while visions of my rectum being pull outside of my asshole filled my head. There was so much I was scared of at that moment: of this man giving me his diseased sperm, of my ass being damaged beyond repair so that it had that slutty rosebud look with your pucker exposed and swollen, of my future. Was this my future, was this all I was good for? I would find out soon enough that the resounding answer was yes. Without warning, the cock was pulled out of me and he yanked me off the couch by my arm. My ass seized and spasmed in abrupt pain and I yelped loud enough for a neighbor to hear, I'm sure. “On your knees, suck the cock that was just in your asshole.” Before I knew it, I had fallen to my knees having been roughly thrown from the furniture and my mouth was full of his slimy snake. “Yeah, taste your ass. Taste good?” I just whined on his dick, his unyielding hands moving my head up and down on his rod. “Yeah, taste all that ass juice. Nice ass juice. Eat your ass off my dick.” Granted, I was a first time bottom, so I hadn’t cleaned out, but I made it a habit not to eat after 7:30pm and before I go to the gym, I only ever have liquids and fruit. On top of that, my diet is pretty healthy…so my ass is pretty clean, especially pre-gym. Thank God, there was no taste of shit or anything. It tasted of his pre-cum and it tasted of my insides, which I actually liked, which was just astounding. Something about being able to experience how I tasted ten inches inside of me was just so exciting to me. I felt pre-cum soaking the front of my jock strap. In addition to the nectar of his pre-cum and the nasty delicacy of my insides, I also tasted something metallic and coppery, but wasn’t sure what it was. I put it out of my head and the other tastes had me so fucking horny that I just slurped away on his manhood. “Good boy, goooo-oood boyyyy,” he whined, working through an intense moment of pleasure. “Nurse it, boy. That’s my little cum pup, it’s like a fucking pacifier for you. So fucking young, I love it. Just a kid. Well, all the kids I know like to play with toys. You like toys, bitch?” His cock popped out of my mouth and I looked up at him with big saucer eyes still holding his heavy cock in my hand, “What kind of toys?” What a stupid fucking question.

umm... was this corner pocket by any chance.. or perhaps rawhide or phoenix... i used to practicaly live there... down there everyday almost... very familiar with this kind of scene... the one thing i miss about it

Fucking HOT! Sounds like my kind of bar!