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Let's just file this one under fiction, okay? 'Cause I'd die if people knew what happened to me. I guess it all started a few weeks ago. I was on a4a and received a message from a hot hung dude. Let's call him Tommy. In my entire life I had never before seen so stunningly gorgeous a man, and his dick was perfection. Then I read his status: poz. Although he was amazingly good looking, I thought about it, and held-off on responding to his message. A couple of days later he messaged me again and asked if I was his type. I didn't want to be rude, so I told him I thought he was hot but I don't play with poz guys. Well, to make a long story short, he made an interesting proposition that was hard to ignore. Or maybe I couldn't ignore it because I was hard? Ehh .. who knows. To make a long story short, he ended up at my place and his dick was starting to enter me. In all honesty I was a little freaked out: a poz dick was about to enter my hole. This was definitely a first. But, I remembered Tommy's assurance that he would only 'shallow fuck' me and this was very safe. His plan was to very slowly work his fat dick into my hole and then very slowly and very gently fuck me with just the tip of his massive cock. He explained to me that it could feel better than being fucked hard and deep because all of the sensations are magnified when the top goes slow. And damn, was he right! Not only was his cock the biggest I had ever had in my ass, he also entered my ass more slowly than any big cock had ever fucked me before. When we started, I honestly thought it would hurt like hell, but he used a massive amount of lube and, true to his word, was very gentle. The problem was that it felt way to good. He didn't need to ask me. I'm sure my moans told him all he needed to hear. "How's that feeling?" he whispered into my ear. All I could do was answer with more moans and gasps. "Okay," he said, "we should probably stop now. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Then, he stopped and withdrew. Almost involuntarily I found myself pleading "Please, put it back in!" He kissed the back of my neck and replied "Gosh, I love fucking your hot bubble butt, but, I'm liking it too much," adding as he rubbed my crack with his cock, "and I'm worry you will like it too much and that I'll turn you into a chaser." I just wanted to get fucked more. II heard about bug chasers before. Those were stupid crazy people. I'm not one of them. "Please just a little more,"I pleaded. Tommy complied, saying "Okay, but I have to go just a little deeper. If I don't, I might pop out; the real difficulty is in the penetration. I have to make sure that I stay in your hole." That kinda made sense, I reasoned. I felt him slide it back in. Oh God! It felt beyond fantastic. My ass was stretching wide, but it didn't burn like most tops make me feel. "Fuck, that's deep!" I shrieked. Tommy assured me that it was only half-way in. "You're taking it well." And the brief painful jabbing sensation I had just felt was immediately replaced by a warm pleasant sensation. His pace was much quicker than the slow shallow strokes with which he had started. Now each stroke was more forceful, and brought me even more intense pleasure. Tommy whispered into my ear, "we should probably stop soon before I lose control. Unless you want a load of poz cum deep inside you." He drove his cock deeper into me as if to emphasize how far he was invading my hole at that point. The rational part of my brain told me that I needed to stop, but, it felt so wonderful. My orgasm was building. And I didn't want the pleasure to stop. All I could do was moan in response. Tommy tried to remind me that I was making a bad decision. "I can tell you're loving this, but, if you don't tell me to stop, I'll blast my poz cum inside your ass. Is that what you really want?" He then picked up his pace as if he knew the answer I couldn't say aloud. Oh my god. Why didn't I say stop? Was it because it felt amazing? Or did I maybe want a poz load in me? Wait, am I a bug chaser? Tommy was pounding me hard and deep now. I felt his balls slap against my taint. The sensations were overwhelming. I couldn't think straight. No, I'm not a bug chaser. But, fuck .. it felt so good! I just wanted him to keep fucking me. That's all. When I heard my voice demand he 'Fuck me', somehow it seemed like someone else had given the order. He paused for a moment. "Oh, you love this big dick inside you huh?" Why was he teasing me now. "Yes, fuck me!" I blurted out. My orgasm was so close. I needed him to continue. I pulled at his legs to show the urgency I felt. He slowly resumed pace and gave me one final warning "this big poz dick is gonna give you AIDS," as his pace picked-up. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! He was assailing my hole. I felt my balls tighten and I could feel his dick grow tight. My hole was being destroyed with each thrust, but I couldn't let it end. I couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth as I started to jerk my cock, "I don't care! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I was so close to cumming. A voice in the back of my head was telling me "you're becoming a chaser." Or wait, did Tommy say that? I couldn't think clearly. But, all I could say before I came was "shoot your poz cum in me! Give me AIDS!" I felt a his cock twitch and pumping, and even as he did, another voice in the back of my head was telling me 'he's shooting poz cum into your ass'. And I didn't care. In fact, I loved it and blurted out "Yes! Fuck yes!" just as I shot my own load into my stomach. I could still feel Tommy pulsating inside my as as I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. Tommy collapsed beside me. As the seconds passed I came to reality. Holy shit, what I had I done?

Becoming a Proud Slut Chapter 1 A Man of His Word The bar was crowded and dark and the music was loud enough that I could feel it pulse in my chest. Nobody was smoking, but the air was hazy and stale. The room was long and narrow, with the bar in the middle, separating the tables in the front from the dancing in the back. I was traveling alone for work, and had been to this city twice before, but it was my first time visiting this particular club. It was also the first time I had gone out since the end of an almost year-long relationship. I sat at the bar with my back to the dance floor, watching as groups of men entered and ordered drinks. The crowd was exclusively men, mixed types, but with a definite leaning towards leather and denim. Everybody seemed to know each other. Only the bartender said more than two words to me. After my third drink I noticed that a rough looking guy was checking me out. His face and arms were tanned and he looked like he hadn’t shaved or washed his hair in a few days. He kept staring at me, so I nodded hello. He ordered two beers and walked towards me. His body was slim and fit, but probably from a very physical job, not from the gym. He was wearing torn jeans and dirty boots. Only his white T-shirt looked new and clean. He wasn’t handsome, but he wasn’t ugly. He was just sleazy enough to be sexy. He handed me a beer and I thanked him. He took a long swig from his bottle as he looked me up and down. I smiled, and took a sip, again thanking him. He however was blatantly checking-out my ass, and then stepped closer, reached around and tightly squeezed my butt. I was surprised, but a little turned on by his confidence. He looked me in the eyes and with a gravelly voice said, “I’m gonna to cum in your ass tonight.” I almost spit beer and before I could respond, he grabbed my wrist and led me away from the bar. I tried to tell him that I don’t usually bottom and never bareback, but the music was loud and I don’t think he heard me. I kept following him and he led me right into the women’s bathroom. It was unlit, but not unoccupied. A dozen or so shirtless men were paired up and exploring each others’ bodies. He led me to an empty spot at the sinks and backed me against the counter. He kissed me on the mouth, hard and slow and wet. It had been a while since I had been with someone and we could both feel my dick stiffen against the hardness in his pants. We finished our beers, set the bottles in the sink and kissed some more. He was a great kisser and I decided to continue and to ignore his earlier comment. He turned me around and massaged my butt with strong hands. It felt good. When he gently pushed my shoulders down, I bent over and laid my chest on the counter. In one motion, he dropped to his knees and lowered my shorts and underwear. I stepped out of them and kicked them under the sink. He kissed and nibbled my smooth, naked ass. The stubble on his chin scratched, but it turned me on even more. He spread my butt cheeks and kissed and licked my hole. I lifted one knee onto the counter to give him deeper access. His tongue flickered in and out of my wet hole. He was an expert rimmer and had me moaning and fully erect in no time. He stood up, whipped out his cock and rubbed it against my crack. I could feel that it was long and thick. I looked into the mirror over the sinks. He was looking down, concentrating as he worked his dick and pre-cum all over my tight hole. He put his middle finger in his mouth and slicked it up with spit. He stuck it knuckle-deep up my ass and worked it around. It felt great and I squirmed with pleasure as I loosened up. He played with my fuckhole like this for a while - alternating between fingering me roughly, then rubbing his dick on my hole. He never hesitated to re-wet his finger after pulling it out of my ass. “Hope I’m clean enough,” I said. “Tastes good,” he replied. Eventually he managed to get two fingers inside, using only spit and pre-cum as lube. My ass was aching to get fucked. He stood me up and turned me around to face him. He lifted off my T-shirt and tossed it under the sink. I sat on the counter and leaned back, lifting my legs to my chest. Presented with my willing hole, he rimmed, fingered, tongue fucked and rubbed his cock some more. The sensations all felt good and my mind tuned-out as the pleasure took control. At some point I realized that he was no longer just rubbing his cock on my hole, but actually slipping it in for a few strokes and then pulling out to rim or finger me again. Eventually he was only fucking me. He fucked me deeply and slowly, satisfying my hungry hole. I rocked back and forth to meet his strokes and greedily took all his cock. “I don’t usually bottom…” I said. He looked right at me and said, “Yeah, well I guess tonight’s an unusual night.” Our eyes remained locked as he gradually fucked me faster and faster. I was lost in his gaze and my own pleasure when the couple closest to us suddenly got loud and verbal with cries such as “I’m gonna cum!" and "Me too!" and "You want my load?" and the inevitable "Fuck yeah!”, their cries and moans were followed by their respective climaxes. followed by their cries and moans as they both climaxed at the same time. It was then that I came to my senses and noticed the bowl of condoms on the counter. I reached down and felt my partner’s cock and confirmed what I already knew. He was fucking me without protection. Strangely, my dick got harder. “I never bareback,” I told him. “Guess you can’t say that anymore,” he said. Then he asked the top next to us, “Did you breed his hole?” The guy replied with a smirk and answered “Deep.” “Nice,” my fucker said. Turning his attention back to me, he said “You’re next.” He fucked me harder and faster. “I don’t bareback.” I said between groans. “You could have fooled me." “No, I mean, I don’t like to bareback.” He grabbed my hard cock. “Looks like you like it.” I couldn’t argue with that and moaned with pleasure as he fucked me and stroked my cock. A minute more of that and I told him, “I’m getting close.” “Me too,” he grunted. “You’re going to cum in my ass.” “That’s what I said,” then he grunted and bucked as he unloaded balls-deep in my guts. I shot my load so far and hard that it splattered on the mirror on the wall. Still on the counter, I caught my breath while he tenderly kissed me in his arms. His dick softened inside me then slipped out. He stuffed it back in his pants, quickly zipped up and left the bathroom without saying another word. I stood up, weak in the knees, wondering what had just happened. I felt embarrassed, rejected and used, but a feeling of pride soon took over. I was glad to know that I could be so slutty that I would take a stranger’s cum. I looked under the sink for my clothes, but it was dark and I couldn’t see them. I got down on my hands and knees and felt around the sticky floor, but they were gone - along with my keys and wallet.

So it was Friday night and I was horny as fuck. Put on a jock and decided to go to the local bathhouse and see if I could find a bottom or two to abuse. About me, Average 30 mumble, Hairy chest flat stomach no six pack and a nice 7 inch uncut cock with balls that are always full So I got there around 9 o’clock, slid lube and condoms in my socks that I wore (I like to leave my boots on for better traction so I can really plow a bottoms hole), stripped to my jock and made my way in. Decent crowd for early , I must have been getting the just after work “straight” guys that want a load or two before they head home to the wife. I pass by a couple of rooms but no one is really grabbing my cocks attention, unti li see a super-hot little muscle cub walking into a room about two doors down from me. I follow to the door of his room and watch as he strips off his short to show a nice bubble ass and white jock strap. Nothing frames a bottoms ass better than a jock. My cock twitched and gave a dribble of precum wetting the front of my own jock. As I made eye contact with the hottie he motioned me to come in the room. As I stood next to the bed he pulled my jock aside and started swallowing me all the way the my furry bush. Moans escaped my lips as his tongue rolled around my cock. My breathing started to quicken and I warned him that I was going to shoot. He redouble his efforts and in no time I as shooting my first load straight down the little fuckers throat. “Holy crap you are great at that, if you wanna fuck just gimme 5 minutes to recover and I can plow that hole of yours. In fact flip over and I’ll start by eating you out.” The cub flipped and I dived right in. That furry crack was wet with sweat and I love it. Lapping it all up before going to the center and the hot tight bud that I would soon fuck. In no time my cock was hard again and I reached down and pulled a condom and some lube out of my sock. The cub turned over and told me to lay down, he wanted to take care of everything for me. He reached the stand next to the bed and pulled out some of the fake cum lube and squirted it on my cock. I had never used it before but it felt OK, made the head of my cock tingle a little and feel abit warm, usually im not a fan of the warming lube but hey I like to make my bottoms please. He then squirt more of the thick cum lube in the condom and rolled it down my cock. I was worried about the quantity of lube and if the condom would stay on but fuck I was getting hornier by the minute. At this point I was almost as bad as when I first came in. The cub then straddled my waist and place the head of my cock right against his tight furry hole. He looked me right in the eyes and slowly sank down on my entire cock, taking in me in one go, his mouth forming an ‘O’ of pleasure as I bottomed out. The cub stated rocking back and forth and suddenly I was breaking out in a sweat even though I wasn’t doing that much work. I was getting hornier with each thrust into the cub hole. He leaned down and took my wrists in his hand and pulled them up to the head board as I plowed into him deep. I was getting so close but I kept not being able to cum and I was getting desperate. The cub started kissing me and suddenly I leather around my wrist and heard a click… More?

Added 3 more to the night tonight. Brings it to 6. Posted add on CL and just laid ass up on the bed. WOOF so sticky with cum going to the ABS near me tomorrrow where ill whore myself out too

..hmmm... does anyone know the name of the disorder that makes one get on a public forum and talk about the same situation over and over and then complain when someone calls you on it? isn't the definition of insanity doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result? well let's all wait for the next installment of this drama which has been going on close to three years now...maybe i will cut and paste all of losttop's stories into a post next time.. like a did a while ago. Then we can all say, oh you still with that douchebag bf of yours? #blessyourheartbaby

I had just taken two loads by a dom daddy in the city and went on line to find the nearest crushing areas. There is park that was less than a mile away so I thought I would give it a try. I was still pretty amped and my hole could use another load before heading back over the bridge. So, I drove over to the park and the comments on the cruising website said to go to top. Well, once I park, there are many trails, leading to who knows where. And besides, there a lot of families walking dogs and and you can tell the local people who lived near the park running. So, I grabbed my lube and poppers and decided on a trail and started walking. About 10 minutes up, I saw a kid who looked like he was cruising. But, he wasn't my type, but thought, I will walk around a bit and come back if it's a slow night....a breeding is a breeding. So, as I made a corner and walked a bit, there was a leather biker looking dude with a backpack and walked passed me and then about 100 feet away, he turned around a just starred at me and then turned back around and kept walking. So, I turned around and went a different to meet him up at top. So, I find an area and drop my shorts (I'm wearing a jockstrap) and sure enough, here come s the daddy. He grabs his crotch and immediately kicks back on a tree and pulls out his cock. I get in front of him and kneel to begin sucking his cock. He got hard quick and I couldn't take it anymore...I wanted his raw cock inside my cumfilled hole. So I stood up, turned around and he growled a bit and shoved my upper down towards the ground and my hop exposed to him and he spit on my hole and shoved his dick in and began to fuck me. When I could his breathing get faster and his thrusts even harder, I knew he was about to cum and I begged to blast his seed inside me and then all of a sudden, my hole was incredible wet and he brought me closer to him so that my hole could literally milk every drop from his dick. Afer about a minute after he orgasmed, he slipped out of my hole and I looked at him and smiled and thanked him for his daddy load. He took off in one direction and I put my shorts back on and when I came out of the bushes there was 2 straight young couples sitting on logs chatting. They must have heard us. I smiled, and kept walking...as cum was dripping slowly from my hole.

I was feeling the itch yesterday so I headed to the booths, arriving there around noon so I could take advantage of the lunch crowd. I was wearing jeans and a tee shirt, tennis shoes (but no socks). I paid the five dollar entrance fee and as I walked into the arcade area, the familiar bell announced my arrival. I heard a porn video playing, so I knew there was at least one other guy in the arcade, but as I walked down the main hall I saw a guy leaning against a booth door at the end. As I got closer I could see he was about 45, probably 5'10" (my height) and a little on the heavy side, probably 200 pounds. His hands were in his pockets and he appeared to be watching something going on in the dark back hallway. I walked past him in to the hall but had to stop because it was too dark to see. I moved to a small side wall and waited for my eyes to adjust, reaching in to my jeans to stroke my cock as I waited. Soon I could make out the outline of another guy against the opposite wall in the hall. He had his dick out and was stroking so I moved to the end of the hall next to the last booth. He patted my ass as I walked by him so I was hoping he wanted to fuck. When I got to the end of the hall I got my lube out, pulled my pants down to my knees, got some lube on my fingers then turned around and faced the wall as I lubed my ass. I had a couple fingers up my ass when the guy came up behind me and reached around for my boner. He started stroking me with one hand and then slid a finger into my ass with his other hand. I still had lube on my fingers so I grabbed his hard cock and began to rub it on my hole. He took his finger out of me and guided his cock in to my wet hole. As he fucked me slowly the guy from the other end of the hall came down to watch. I could see him stroking what appeared to be about six inches. I maneuvered myself around so I was facing him, all the time getting fucked. He came over the few short steps and put his cock right to my lips. I licked precum off the tip of his cock then slowly took him in my mouth as the other guy fucked me. The guy in my ass was tugging on my nipples and eventually gestured for me to remove my shirt. I pulled my mouth off of the cock I was sucking only long enough to get the shirt over my head, and then went right back down on the guy, enjoying the taste of his sweet precum. The guy fucking me picked-up his tempo, fucking faster and more frantically, and then grunted he was cumming. "Fuck that cum in to me," I moaned. He pushed hard and I could feel his cock throbbing so I knew I had a nice load inside me. He pulled out and slapped my ass and thanked me for a great fuck. I looked up at the guy I was sucking and paused to ask "You want sloppy seconds?" "Only if you are naked," he replied. I kicked off my shoes and pants and stood there in front of him and asked "Is this naked enough for you?" "I want to be able to see my cock going in you." I walked over to the end of the hall where there was some light and offered up my used hole. "Let me see your cummy pussy." I bent over and spread my ass cheeks and pushed some fresh cum from my hole. He slid a finger in and finger-fucked me for a while, then withdrew, and presented his finger for me to suck. Which I did without hesitation. This was apparently what he wanted, 'cause as I sucked his finger he slid his dick in to my ass, fucking me me hard. However, as he was completely horned-up he didn't last long, and soon filled my guts with my second load of cum. As he left he remarked "Thanks whore." I appeared to be alone now so I went to the middle booth that had a chair bolted to the floor. I lifted my legs up the wall so I could play with the cum in my ass. As I was fingering myself I heard someone come in. I left the door to the booth wide open, fingering my used cunt. After a minute or two a guy came back and walked right to my booth. He was a young kid, probably 18. He pulled out a monster cock and stroked it for a bit then came in to the booth with me. He fingered my ass then started rubbing the tip of his cock on my hole as I was still in the chair. He lifted me up then pushed in with one stroke. He was so hot with his big dick. He didn't even shut the door to the booth, fucking me as a couple more guys came in and watched us. He pounded my cum-leaking hole and finally pulled out and told me to get up. He took me out to the hall, dropped his pants, and having pushed me against the wall, he pounded his cock back into my ass. The other guys started stroking their cocks on my face as he fucked me. Finally, one of them came on my face and the other one said he was also getting ready. The kid told him to cum on his dick while he fucked me. I felt his hot jizz hit my ass cheeks and slide down the crack of my ass as I was getting fucked. I was close to cumming and told the kid so he pounded the guy's cum deep in to me then grabbed my hips as he shot his load deep in my gut. I blew my load against the wall as he pulled out of me. It was hot driving home with the loads of cum leaking out of my hole. I can't wait to go back.

2. I started thrashing and realized my arms were not strapped above my head in leather wrist restraint hooked to the bed. My struggle just seemed to make the bottom smile since my cock was still deep in his ass and he was riding me hard. Slamming into my hips like a mad man. Sweat was pouring off his body dripping in my fur and mingling with my own, my desire to cum was so intense I gave up on trying to get free and just kept fucking him. Suddenly I felt his ass constricting around my cock, pulsing and gripping my cock from the inside. His whole body shudders as he slammed himself harder onto me. Cum erupted from his cock spraying my face, getting in my eyes and my mouth on the first shot, the subsequent shots landing in my chest hair mixing with the sweat. As soon as he was done he pulled off me and began furiously jacking my cock. Finally it seemed like I could cum. He gripped my cock hard and I was arched me back. My tongue lcking my lips tasted his come and my eyes squeezed shut to stop more of his cum from getting into my already burning eyes. I screamed and shot the biggest load of my life, waves of pleasure coursed through my body as I shook violently and thrashed. I was laying there are still secured above my head, completely exhausted when I heard two more clicks and found my feet were now also secured. I opened my mouth to complain and the btm shoved his sweaty jock in my mouth. “There we go, a perfect top all trussed up and ready for bottoms to take their pleasure with. There is nothing I like than making tops realize that they are really just here for the btms pleasure. So many of you are way to cocky and think you own the bottom. Well tonight stud…that is going to change.” With that he reached back into the drawer and pulled out 2 syringes. My face went panicked. I had never done anything more than pot in my life, always used safer sex and gotten tested regularly. The bottom noticed my panicked looked and smile. “No worries there are no needles on these syringes, but there are other ways” He then took out what looked like a really small cock ring from the draw. He straddled my waist backward and grabbed my cock. I could see what he was doing but felt the worst pain shoot through my penis like when they swab for stds at the clinic. I screamed into the jock and felt the same thing happen again. Then I felt tightness around the head and something was shoved once again down my piss slit. It felt weird and my cock felt like it was on fire. “I am sure you have heard stories about bottom getting booty bumps….well I thought this would be the proper way to do it to a top.” I looked down and the small cock ring object was secured just under the head of my cock and connected to it was a strap that ran over the top and had a circle where my piss silt was. “Of course now when you cum nothing will get out, but neg cum is never as delicious as poz cum…..as you should know since you have tasted mine, even got some in your eye. You look thirsty here let me get you some water” He took a bottle of water and placed it firmly in the jock that was in my mouth and began squeezing. TI started sucking the water through the jock and gulping it down fast. I hadn’t realized how dehydrated I was . The bottom was smiling as I continued to suck on the jock. “Good the Viagra in that water will get you hard in no time. Meanwhile I’m going to go get some clients.” With that he put a blind fold over my eyes, I already felt my cock getting hard again, the burning sensation was going away and I was lost in the feelings of my cock. I started mindlessly humping the air. “Looks like you are all set, ill just leave the door open and be back in a bit, enjoy”……

Usually I prefer to sunbath in the nude to get that all-over tan. But in some places you simple cannot go around wearing a bathing suit. What's you preferred type? Speedo, trunks, boxers, board shorts? I prefer skimpy, tight ones, like the ones I wear below. I love seeing a guy in a skimpy speedo with a massive bulge. You can see what you can get :-) I guess for the tops it would be what the guy's ass looks like in it.... Show me yours!

I started barebacking when I started getting fucked in 1981. The same year AIDS first made the news. I moved in with that first guy six months later and we were partners for four and a half years. He fucked me raw alot. He also fucked every other blonde twink he could get his hands on. I was kind of a little cunt back then so when I knew he was fucking someone else, I would get him back back by coming home with a fresh load in my ass. Since I knew he could only cum once, I knew I could really get him good by coming home with multiple loads inside me. He'd always end up breeding me again. That is how I came to be a cumslut. We had met at a Bathhouse my first time in one. I always knew I could get fucked there. I loved being wasted and going into the dark orgy room and getting fucked over and over again. By the time we broke up, the AIDS crisis was in full epidemic mode and I was scared, but still barebacked every time a guy wanted to, because by then I loved the feel of cum inside me. I wanted to stop, but didn't. I tried another relationship that lasted 2 1/2 years during which time I was faithful to him. He bred me often. I was in a third relationship that took me from 1991 to 2001, again I was monogamous. From 2001 til about 2006 I tried the safe sex route, but usually would go bare after a few fucks with a guy when I trusted that he was negative. Then I turned back into a cumslut. I did try to keep a stable of negative fuck buddies and stayed negative myself until 2012. By then I started to think I must be immune to HIV. I mean it took 30 years for me get it. But it only took one fuck. I used condoms for three months when I was first diagnosed, but went right back to raw as soon as I was undetectable. Literally that same day. I just love the feel of a man cumming side me. It is what I was meant for. I don't turn down condom fucks, because I love fucking, and usually they will go raw after a few fucks if not after a few strokes. Condoms never keep me from getting fucked, but I do prefer the cum in my hole. For me, it was worth it.

So, let me get this straight…You are lucky enough to get two tops in one place at the same time. We take turns on your ass--and the one who isn't in your butt gets to jerk his dick while waiting for his next turn????? Oh, joy. Oh, bliss. We all want to cum in your ass. You would have to be an extraordinary cocksucker to get me off in your mouth when there is an ass available. It is about keeping us hard and ready for next round up your wet hole. It sounds to me that you don't really want to be tag teamed, you should just invite us over sequentially.

1. Jason I didn’t know what to expect when Nathan opened the door, or, for that matter, whom to expect. I didn't know his name. I didn't know what he would be into. Even so, even although I hadn't been mentally expecting any type of guy in particular, his actual, physical presence shocked me a bit. It was finally happening, for real. He was a bit on the short side compared to what I had imagined. He was also very cute. Even through his t-shirt, I could tell he was rail-thin, as there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. He had short hair, blue eyes with just the merest hint of stubble, like he hadn't shaved that morning. "I'm Sean," he said, standing just inside the door, introducing himself. Nathan closed the door as Sean began to speak, and we were alone. "I'm Jason," I replied, feeling a little self-conscious at this point. I was in just a jock strap, but Sean was still fully dressed. "Nice to meet you," he said, smiling at me. I felt a little more at ease with him, thinking he seemed easy-going enough. "I guess I'm a little over-dressed for this," and with that he removed his shirt, revealing, as I had guessed, that his body was quite wiry and thin. He was not very muscular but there was a spray of hair over his pecs and the hint of a treasure trail disappearing into his shorts. "I guess this is always a little awkward at first, huh?" "Yeah," I replied, not having moved from the bed. "Want to break the ice a bit?" He put an emphasis on ice that was a bit unusual. "Sure," I replied. With that he pulled down his shorts, revealing a swimmer's jock, just like the one I was wearing. There was a spray of pubic hair poking out of the top and the pouch looked to be very well-filled. "Cool," he said, reaching into his bag, and pulling out a case for sunglasses. Opening it, he extracted a glass pipe and lighter. "You cool?" he asked, gesturing at his pipe. Remaining in the sunglasses case was a fat bag of crystal. "Yeah, I am" not knowing what else to say. It had been a while since I had partied, but I hadn't given it up. "Awesome. I love this stuff." He sat down on the bed next to me, and carefully wiped off the bowl of the pipe. He took the torch and slowly melted the drug already in the pipe. He did a long hit from the pipe and then motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I leaned in, letting our lips lock, and inhaled a thick cloud. Even after I had taken as much as I could, he continued to exhale the smoke into the dim bedroom. It engulfed our heads as we continued to kiss. "You party a lot?" he asked me, breaking off the kiss. "Not really. Once every few months, I guess. You?" "Every weekend, usually." He did another long hit from the pipe, and held it. This time he just exhaled it. "It's how I got into barebacking. No one ever uses a rubber when they are partying, you know." I smiled, agreeing, and enjoying that initial tingle of the drug with the promise of so much more pleasure. "You ever do a booty bump?" Sean asked. "Never," I answered. It had been only a year or so ago I had even smoked it for the first time. Hearing my answer, he dug into his bag again and pulled out a needle-less syringe as well as the baggie of crystal from the case. "Water?" he asked, looking around. I pointed to a glass of water on the bed table. "Perfect," he said. He pulled out a large chunk of the tina, and forced it into the body of the syringe. He put the plunger in and then filled it with water. He flicked the syringe a few times before sitting back down next to me. "Ready?" he asked me. He was gently shaking it and its powerful contents. I guessed it was to force the crystal dissolve. "I'm not sure about this," I said. I had been with him for less than five minutes, and already, I wasn't sure about how fast this was going. "Maybe just smoke it?" "Don't worry. You'll love this," he said. "Get on all fours, with that beautiful fuckable ass up in the air." I didn't protest any more and got on my knees. Sean knelt down between my legs and spread my cheeks. "Hand me that bottle of lube," he said. I grabbed it and handed it to him. I felt a drop or two of the cold lube on my ass and a slight poke as the syringe plunged into my hole. "This may sting a bit," he said, and suddenly, there was a cold feeling in my ass. "That's it?" I asked. "Yeah. Just hold it there, and let it soak in." I heard him light the torch again, and he took another long hit from the pipe. "You're poz?" I asked him. I wanted to know more about him. "Yeah, of course. Years now." He did another hit before continuing. "Nate tells me you're still neg?" "Yeah." There was now a tinge of warmth in my hole, like a big load had just been planted up there. It seemed to gradually radiate out from my butt, and it was beginning to envelope my entire body. "How did you get HIV?" "Same way you're going to get it," he said. "Letting poz guys fuck me." He rubbed a finger against my ass. "You're good. Roll over." I rolled onto my back; Sean was still kneeling between my legs. He did one more hit from the pipe, then leaned towards me. "Take it," he said, letting only the smallest cloud escape. I locked lips with Sean, and he forced the drug into my lungs, once more completely filling me up with the cloud. I was a light-weight, he was a heavy-weight. I was already in over my head. But still, I held the crystal for as long as I could. "Good job," he said, finally giving me permission to breathe it out. He put the pipe and lighter on the bed table. "You want my poz load?" he asked me. "Yeah, I do," I answered. I was feeling no pain and no shame. The idea of a hard poz cock sliding into my hole was filling my mind, crowding out all other thoughts, including any thought of self-preservation. "I need some fresh poz cum in me." "It's hot to hear you beg for it," Sean said. He reached down and pulled his jockstrap to the side, letting his cock hang out. He was already semi-hard, and I could tell it was a nice sized dick. It wasn't as long as some I had played with, but just the girth and weight of it was impressive, especially in contrast to his short, skinny body, which made it seem even bigger. I must have been staring, since Sean noticed me and said, "Yeah, it's a big one for a skinny runt like me." Sean poured some lube on his cock, stroking it and slicking it up. It didn't grow much bigger, which I was glad for, but just got harder. As he rubbed the lube over his shaft, he started to press the head against my ass, teasing it. I pushed back against him, wanting it inside of me. "Please man," I begged. I didn't want it; I needed it deep in me. "Patience," he answered, adding "you'll get it soon enough." He poured some lube down my crack and slid a finger in, pushing the slippery fluid into me. "You're opening up really nicely," he remarked, asking "You ready?" I nodded. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit. Sean poured a little more lube on his tool. I offered him the poppers, but he shook his head. "Give me that hard cock," I said. He grinned at me and lined his cockhead up with my hole. Right as the poppers hit, Sean pushed into me. Feeling my hole stretch open to fit his thick cockhead, I knew this was going to be another intense fuck. Sean took his time entering me. He didn't go very fast, but it was also clear he wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Damn, that's tight," he said. "How long have you been getting fucked?" I thought back to when I had first met Nathan. I realized that it had been less than a week ago. Now here I was, tweaked out, with my legs up in the air, and a relative stranger forcing his poz raw cock into my hole. "Only about a week," I said. In my horny, tweaked-out state, I couldn't keep up with any story more complex than the simple truth. "Damn, man. No wonder you're so tight. And you're already chasing?" "Chasing?" I asked. I had never heard that phrase before, especially for sex. "You know, bug chasing. Looking for poz guys to infect you." "Yeah. I guess I am chasing." Sean had now gotten his cock all the way in my hole, and was starting to slowly stroke in and out. Between my insatiable desire for raw cock and tina's effectiveness, I knew my hole was opening up nicely for him. "Hot," Sean said. "What about you? Did you chase? Or was it an accident?" "Naw. Once I started seriously partying, and of course, barebacking, I knew it was only a matter of time." He shoved his cock back into me. "I was playing with all kinds of guys, poz, neg and unknown. All raw. I knew it was pointless to try to avoid it." "So, what did you do?" I reached down and grabbed his bony ass. He was small enough that I could grab both cheeks, and pull him deeper in my hole. His body felt so small on top of me, yet his cock was so large and hard inside of me. "I went for it. Whenever I saw a poz guy online, I'd ask him to fuck me raw." He took another of his deep strokes and his eyes closed in pleasure. "Did anyone refuse?" I was wondering how common it was for poz guys to knowingly fuck neg guys. Nathan had fucked me, but then, he had also asked me repeatedly if I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. "Hell no. Every guy wants to fuck raw, no matter what he might say." I had to agree with his assessment, as either a top or a bottom. "Only one guy wasn't sure about it, that is fucking me raw." "And, what happened there?" "I said I'd get him high. And he fucked six poz loads into me over the weekend." "Sweet," I said. "Yeah." Sean leaned in and kissed me. I was having a good time. There was an easy connection developing between us. He was also just fun to talk to, not to mention how good his cock felt buried in my bare ass. We lay there, kissing and fucking, working his cock deeper into my body, and then fucking and kissing some more. He was dripping pre-cum into me the entire time, further lubricating my hole. "How long did it take?" I asked, breaking off our long kiss. "Getting pozzed?" he asked. I nodded. "I don't know. I never got sick. And I waited six months before I got tested." He thrust in deep. "Of course, I tested out poz." We went silent again. He was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close, but I didn't want the fuck to end quite so soon. "Any regrets?" I asked him. "About being poz?" he asked. He shook his head no. "You know that feeling, right as the crystal is hitting, when you have that feeling of complete freedom and total desire for sex?" It was my turn to shake my head, this time agreeing. "It's like that. All the time. I don't worry about who fucks me. Or who I fuck." I smiled. "It sounds nice." "And sometimes, just sometimes," he said, "You get a fucking hot neg guy, with an amazing ass. Who. Wants. My. Poz. Cum." With each word, he thrust his cock into me, emphasizing just whom he was talking about. "And it makes all the petty discomforts completely worthwhile." We took another long pause from talking in order to make out some more. Then he asked, "And you? Why are you doing this?" I paused. It was a question for which I didn't have a good answer. Nor would Sean be the last one to ask me either. I delayed answering by pulling him down and kissing him again. He probed my mouth but after a few moments, he broke it off. "You can't get out of answering that so easily." "I don't know for sure. A week ago, I would have said I was totally top. Bareback, but still a top. Then I met Nathan. And I had to get his cock inside of me." Sean was watching me, smiling. I could feel his cock stiffening slightly in my hole. I continued. "And that he was poz wasn't a worry. It was almost a bonus. Now I just want to not be afraid anymore, to get the inevitable over with. And enjoy the process as much as I can." "I understand. Nathan's damn amazing," he said. It was an interesting comment, said in a tone that implied much more was being left unsaid. I expected for him to be jealous, but there was no trace of it. "Any regrets so far? Any uncertainty?" "Some. It's big step, but so far, this just feels right. The first time Nathan came in me was the most intimate experience I've ever had. And your cock in me raw is almost as amazing." I pulled him into me deep again, and kissed him. "Fuck me. Cum in me, Sean. Breed me good, Sean." "Fuck Jason, I don't want to cum yet. I want this to last." Almost simultaneously, we both turned and looked at the clock on the bed table. Forty-five after. Time had flown by for us, twisted by the crystal into an encounter that was far too short. "Damn. Time's almost up." "I know. Seems too short. Is this going to be the only time?" "Not at all. Nathan knows how to find me. But let's focus on the here and now. Which means getting you bred." "Sounds good to me," I said. Sean grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under my nose. "Do a good hit, Jason," he said. I took a long hit, before Sean took the bottle. He did a hit and then offered it back to me. I shook my head no, but he insisted. "Let yourself go," he said. Reluctantly, I inhaled more of the sweet scent. "Right on, Jason," he said, doing one last quick one himself. "Now, what do you want?" "I want your poz sperm inside of me, Sean." It was a true statement. I was having a great time with Sean, and it seemed perfectly alright and perfectly natural to have him shoot in me. That it was deadly sperm was only an added bonus. It was such a small, intimate thing to give him as a top: to let him cum in me. I couldn't make him pull out. I couldn't think about how it could change me forever. "Please, breed me." "Oh yeah, Jason," he grunted. "I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna cum in your sweet raw ass." He bent down, stuck his tongue in my mouth, and shoved his cock in deep. "I can't hold it any longer," he said. Deep inside of me, his cock stiffened, spurted and injected his toxic cum into me. "Take it, Jason," he said, between frantic kisses. "Please, Sean, give it to me," I said. I was clenching my ass around his cock, trying to milk out every drop of his poz jizz. I was totally in the moment, unable to worry about the danger of this simple fuck. The danger was a part of the turn-on; this innocent-looking young man had a cock that could kill, coupled with a serious drug problem. "Fuck yeah, I'm breeding that hot hole of yours now," he said, pistoning in and out of my ass. I could feel his cockhead rubbing his sperm all over my hole, making sure it smeared across my hole, ready to be absorbed by my body. There were a few more shivers racking Sean's body, as he pumped the last of his load into me. We stayed linked with his cock connecting us. We made out a bit while the last drops of his precious spooge slowly dripped into me. "Thanks," I said. "That was hot." "Fuck yeah," he said. "I hope you get what you need. And I'm glad I could be part of the process." "Me too. I really enjoyed this." We were quiet a bit, kissing while his cock softened. "What's your plans for the rest of the day," I asked. "Not sure," he answered. He shifted slowly, finally letting his cock slide out of my hole. Soon I would need something back in me, but for now, it was enough just to feel his warm semen in my hole. "Still early. Probably head to a bath house and see how many loads I can get." He grabbed a towel from the bed table and wiped off his cock. "You?" "Nathan's got my afternoon planned. You're the first of several. But no idea of who." "Fucking hot. You're gonna have fun." "I hope so. You've set a very high bar." He laughed. "Let's do a hit for the road," he said as he picked up the pipe again. He lit the torch, and held it under the bowl. As the crystal smoked, he did an expert hit, draining the bowl several times. When he finished, he motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I took the hit. It was huge and it filled my lungs. "Hold it for me, Jason," he said. As I held it, he put his cock back in the jockstrap, and pulled on his shorts. "Now," he said, and I got to exhale. The cloud filled the room. "Your turn," he said, handing me the pipe and torch. I lit it up, and started sucking on the stem. I wasn't sure how big of a hit I wanted, but Sean told me what I needed. "Do a big one, Jason." I kept on inhaling, filling my lungs the best I could. "Nice," he said, as I finally pulled the pipe away. "Hold it." I held it as long as I could and motioned for him to shotgun it. We locked lips as I pushed the hit into his mouth. He only took a bit of it, making me exhale the rest. "Fuck Sean," I said. "I'm going to be feeling fearless this afternoon." "That's what I want. You need to enjoy this afternoon." He put away the pipe and lighter, and gathered up his things. He gave me one last kiss. "I want to see you again soon. Hopefully you'll be poz by then." He headed out the door, and I lay back down on the bed, waiting for Nathan to bring the next guy.

My boyfriend and I scored an invite to this huge New Year’s Eve bash thrown by a gay couple in their late-forties/early-fifties. They had lots of money and used it to get beautiful, athletic college men to come over and get unbelievably drunk and high—guests at these parties are almost always in a fraternity and/or play a varsity sport. We thought we might get invited at some point—he’s in a fraternity and I made varsity swim team my first year—but guys typically did not start getting invited until their junior or senior year. So we were quite surprised when one of his fraternity brothers handed us both invites; we were just as surprised to learn that he was going with his roommate. They were both seniors and unbelievably hot. He was an all-american jock-type—captain of the lacrosse team, honor roll, that type; his roommate was on the wrestling team and had that perfect ass wrestlers get, which he loved to show off at any opportunity. “Congrats, boys. Now you get to play with the men—though I wonder if it might be the other way around.” He grabbed my ass as he said the last part, and gave me a wink as he walked away. The night of the party, we rode in the lacrosse stud’s SUV through the foothills outside Boulder. When we finally reached the house, it did not disappoint. It was this amazing glass structure with views of the front range from almost every room. And the party was unbelievable. Several hundred of the most beautiful college-aged men I’d ever seen were wandering through the house in various states of undress. We were offered drinks—and pills and lines—as soon as we walked in the door. I’ve always been a bit wary of any drug other than alcohol, so I was only drinking. But my bf and his frat brothers were happy to take anything that sounded fun. We lost his frat brothers for a while but eventually found them kissing by the pool wearing nothing but speedos. At first they were just casually making out but it quickly became very intense—and hot—with the roommate blowing the lacrosse team captain for a good fifteen minutes before stopping to say, “Take me home and fuck me, baby.” “How can I deny such a fucking stud?” the lacrosse captain said as he pushed his roommate—though it was probably more accurate to say his boyfriend or at least live-in fuck buddy—back down on his hard cock. He asked if were ready to leave, but it was only half past midnight and we wanted to stay bit longer. “I totally understand guys; let me find the hosts so we can figure this out.” He pulled out of his bud’s mouth and tried to stuff his very big dick into what was now a too small pair of speedos. He was back pretty quickly with the older of the hosts—a muscle-daddy type in his early fifties with dark hair just starting to turn gray and piercing blue eyes. “So you two don’t want to leave? I don’t blame you. I’m not sure anyone else is heading in your direction, but there’s an extra bedroom you can use.” As soon as we agreed to stay in the spare room, the two studs left to go back to the frat. “Apparently, they really wanted to fuck.” I said to the host. To which he responded, “Do you blame them?” which made us both laugh. Something my bf had taken was clearly kicking in—he was having trouble focusing and sweat was just pouring out of him. “Let’s find that room for you—I think he’s going to need somewhere to pass out before too long.” The host and I made small talk as we wandered through the party—he was incredibly charming and a bit flirtatious. He kept dropping hints that he would be happy to fill in for my boyfriend tonight since by this point we had to prop him up. The bedroom that he thought we could use already had guests in it—about a dozen guys watching as three boys were being fucked side by side at the end of the bed. When one of the tops shot their load another guy in the room would immediately take his place. “Looks like this room won’t work, but I can’t say that I’m sorry. This is one of the hottest scenes we’ve had at these parties—it would be wrong to stop it.” We stood in the doorway for a minute or so watching. The host was transfixed by the boy getting fucked in the center, who looked very young—almost too young. And he was getting fucked harder than the other two boys by a bigger dick—all the while begging for more. “How can he be asking for more and harder?” I asked quite incredulously. The host turned from the doorway stating simply, “Because he’s unfathomably high on t and g right now.” “That was our only unoccupied guest bedroom. We could see if anyone was willing to drive you down to Boulder, though I don’t think anyone that is still here would be sober enough to drive for some time. It might be possible to call a cab, but probably not on New Year’s Eve. Hmm… Well, we do have a couple of twin beds in our master bedroom that are not being used at the moment, though you may find it strange to sleep in them.” I must have had a very confused look on my face because he quickly explained they were for their two houseboys to store their clothing and supplies as well as to use as a place to sleep when for whatever reason they did not sleep in the big bed with the two of them. The host led us to a very nondescript door that turned out to be an elevator that would only activate with a 10 digit code. When the elevator doors opened we stepped into a very large, open space that almost had a warehouse feel to it. Except that instead of concrete walls it was all glass—somehow making it feel like the space was floating and that we were completely exposed to the world around us. The only actual walls on the entire floor were in the center near where the elevator opened up. As we walked around the space, it became clear that it had been designed for them as a space to live and work while also serving as one big sex playroom. We stopped by a fully stocked bar so he could get us drinks—but the whole area around the bar looked and felt like a sleazy leather bar. There was an area with slings and another with a couch facing a huge tv screen. Their bed was along one of the walls and was enormous—you could have easily fit six people in it. Somehow on each side of the elaborate bed frame there was a semi-private alcove with a twin mattress and shelves filled with clothing and supplies for fucking and playing—lubes, gear, underwear, clothing, dildos, and many things that I could not even imagine how one would be able to use during sex. “Ah, I told you it might be strange. Some of the more unusual toys and gears are on the other side, so let’s take your boyfriend there to sleep off whatever he took. And my husband loves frat boys so a naked one passed out in his bed is a nice way to start off the year.” He gave me a quick wink and threw my boyfriend over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, which kind of turned me on. I followed him to the other side where the shelves were covered in leather and rubber gear, ropes and other restraints, and a bunch of other very specific looking equipment. “A lot of this is for piss play,” the host mentioned with an odd smile as he quickly stripped everything off my boyfriend and laid him ass up on the small bed in the space. “Very hot ass—you have excellent taste, boy.” I was a bit startled—but also turned on—when he called me “boy,” but I didn’t have much time to think about it before he was leading me back to other side of the bed. I was starting to feel really tired and had to fight to keep my eyes open. “I think I’m ready to get some sleep, if that’s okay.” I said before drifting off. When I woke up a few hours later, it was to the feeling of being fucked slowly and deeply by a very thick cock—stretching my hole to its limits. I had no idea who was fucking me and didn’t really remember where I was, so I started to look around a bit to see if I recognized anything. “Ah, my hot little boy is finally awake. Daddy’s been waiting for you—I think I gave you a bit too much g. You’ve been out for a few hours, but I couldn’t resist your ass.” It all came rushing back to me—the New Year’s Party at the two older guys house. Somehow I ended up in bed with one of them—but where was my boyfriend? I realized I could see everything because of mirrors on the ceiling and in the headboard, so I finally saw that it was the same muscle daddy from earlier who was fucking me now. I could see his partner having some fun on the other side of the bed, but wasn’t able to really concentrate on him or anything else because my ass was suddenly being pounded much harder and faster. It was starting to be too much when he went back to his long, slow strokes and whispered in my ear, “You have an amazing ass, boy—one that daddy needs to spend some time getting to know. I loved sliding inside you while you were passed out. I can’t wait to do it again and again and again.” He started to really pound me as he talked about knocking me out and fucking me over and over, causing me to start moaning and panting. And then he stopped just as abruptly as he started and pulled completely out of me. “I think it’s time we got you really fucked up, boy…”

The Stealth Bomber, Episode 1: Welcome to the Poz Team– Carl, Chris, Concierge in Denver, Curtis, the names in my ‘C’ column go on. I have tracked my victims from day one. While faces and asses have blurred over the years, their names/reference are logged, not one is lost, and my little trophy from each kill is put away with great care. My name, well my name changes and often, in person and online, I am always someone new, but someone new with the same goal, stealth bombing negative ass, turning unsuspecting bottoms and those who play at being a bottom into nasty, infected, viral filled cunts! In my mind I do call myself the Stealth Bomber, so that will work *Author’s note: The Stealth Bomber series is based on the real life of adventures of a fuck buddy of mine and is written in his honor and the work he does breeding ass. The stories are written from his perspective. Names and some details have been changed to protect the guilty, the innocent, and the just plain stupid. I have been lucky enough to take a number of his infected loads and hope you are someday too!* A little about me. I am in that sweet spot age of early 30s, so not too old for the young 20 somethings, and young enough for the 40 somethings to make them think they scored a sweet deal. I don’t have model looks, but men and women often admire me. I have a good job, a nice dick that is almost 9 inches, and nice thickness, and my best asset is my cum – thick, heavy loads that stick like oatmeal and I can cum 4 or 5 times in a row, each load as big and thick as the last – perfect for those cum hounds who beg for more! As the Stealth Bomber I plan to infect as many asses as I can, not just because I want to, I NEED TO INFECT AND BREED! It’s like needing to breathe for me. I need ass and only truly enjoy my orgasm when I know the hole riding me is negative. Do I fuck poz asses? Sure and I enjoy it, but the thrill of the chase, the satisfaction of conquering, and the twisted joy I get from stealth fucking is a whole other level. Let me tell you about my latest, Craigslist #67. Here was his post: Wanna breed a neg bbottom? - 30 (DC) - Neg bottom here. Turned on by the idea of getting pounded by a raw cock bb. Love aggressive dom types but not a must. I had not cummed in a couple days and my need was growing. I could get ass anyplace, but I wanted neg ass, ass to infect and this one sounded just right. I sent him an email with the usual sales pitch, told him how much I would enjoy being the dom top he needed, it had been so long since I had fucked anyone, and lie lie lie lie. He hit me back within minutes, we exchanged pics, he told me he wanted my dick so bad then said, “I’m neg/ddf, you? because I like to know, too many HIV+ guys out there.” Of course I told him I was neg too and it was hard for me to cum with a condom, so great to find a bottom who was neg I could play with and without further question he emailed me his address and asked me how I wanted him. Bent over by the door, ass lubed, ready for me I replied and was on my way. The buzzer in the old building sounded like a Ford truck on its last leg. I punched in the code, was buzzed in, made my way up and found the door to the apartment slightly ajar. With my left hand I pushed the door open, the light from the hall illuminating the white ass bent over and waiting for me, just like I like it! I stepped into the hall, closed the door and ran my hands up and down his negative ass – well neg for the moment. The bottom had one hand on the wall and the other was holding a bottle of poppers up under his nose sniffing like it was his last breath in a caved in coal mine. Just fine by me. I stroked his ass as I reassured him, “It is so good to find someone else who is negative. It has been so long, and I just cannot cum with a condom on, so I know I will enjoy this!” The bottom just mumbled into the poppers bottle and frankly I could give a fuck what he had to say. As he inhaled the poppers I dropped my jeans, made sure my cock ring from Fort Troff was on nice and snug (love those new thick ones they have), and with my left hand pulled out my cotton square. You see, I need a little souvenir from each stealth fuck, a reminder and evidence of my dirty deed and thank God for CVS and their cheap ass shit. I get like 100 cotton squares for a couple bucks and they are just the perfect size for my treasure chest. Anyways, I picked up the bottle of lube he had sitting by his feet and with my right hand began to work my index finger up his tight puckered hole. He immediately jumped, pranced, and did the two-step, but with my left hand held him still and continued to finger his ass. Like most bottoms he did not even flinch as my nail began to dig into his ass walls. While some guys leave one finger nail extra long to snort some lines, I leave my right index fingernail sharpened just right so that as I finger a dumb fuck’s cunt, I make sure to scratch and claw and tear his tender little hole so my cum can burrow in deep and infect him good. I continued to finger him as the clueless bottom started to buck and push back all the while telling him how nice his negative ass felt. It took only just a minute for me to see the bright red trails of blood when I wiped my finger on the cotton square – perfect!! I put the cotton square in my pocket, worked his hole a couple more times, and then bent over and began to lick at his ass. OH THE TASTE OF A RAW HOLE, TORN AND READY TO BE INFECTED! There is nothing like it. While I could eat a tangy ass for hours, I NEEDED to infect him, and so reluctantly pulled back, lined up my now dripping dick with his ass, and began to gently push my head against his now red slicked and winking hole. Every bottom is like a new horse. You have to gauge their reaction and willingness to submit and this one was ready for anything, so as soon as my head had pushed a little into his hole and he started to push back, I grabbed his hips and went balls deep. The bitch bottom arched his back, the muscles in his neck strained as he gasped, his fingers clawing the sheet rock of the wall as his left hand slung the bottle of poppers back under his nose as he sniffed and snorted and grunted. I let him feel my dick spread him open, and once the poppers started their magic, his ass ring began to relax and I was able to get to work. While I can take hours to cum if I wanted to, I just needed to infect, so this was a slam, bam, fuck. The dumb ass bottom grunted, moaned, and mumbled as I grabbed his hips and fucked him deep and hard. His hole got wet and sloppy quick, so I knew my fingernail had set the stage for a grand finale. “Oh, you got such a good ass, the best I have ever felt, you feel so good, want to make love to your hole!!” I murmured and he replied with more moans and gave his ass fully to me. They all want to feel special, cared about, loved if you will. Fuck that, they are just worthless pieces of ass for my pleasure! My balls pulled high and tight, my dick began to tingle, my whole body began to tense as my cum quickly moved up and stationed itself, ready to breed and infect its next target. The bottom was practically drooling now as he had bent completely over giving me full and deep access to his negative hole. Nothing like a cum whore to get me off, so I rewarded his gratitude and pulled him close to me as my dick head edged his ass walls and I began to plant my seed in him. “You want me to cum? Oh you have me so close? Want me to pull out? Please let me cum, please!” I begged, and of course he said yes, but it was already too late, I had already let loose my first load and there is nothing that gets me hotter than fucking an ass that I have already bred once. As load number two shot deep, he begged for me and I gave it all to him. I had had enough of this bottom, and it was time to go. All pretense over, I yanked out of his used hole with one tug making him cry out. “Oh I am so sorry, are you OK?” I asked with feigned care and concern as I rubbed his ass cheek with my left hand. With my right hand I pulled the cotton square out of my shirt pocket and wiped it up and down his crack, inserting it in his torn hole and reveled in the glorious site of blood and my cum as I pulled it back out, carefully folded it, placed it back into my shirt, pulled up my pants, told him how much I hoped we could do this again and let myself out. As the elevator doors closed behind me I studied my latest treasure chest addition. It was soaked pretty good, deep red, the edges a light pink, and was literally sopping. YES! Another successful breeding and I was sure my charged up load would be with this one forever. As soon as I got home I carefully attached my bloody and cum soaked cotton square to an index card, noted the date and other information, and filed it in my treasure chest. I then got online and sent him an email, thanking him for a great time, reinforcing how nice it is to meet a negative bottom, and that I hoped to see him again soon. He immediately hit me back asking when. Little did he know, I had no desire to fuck him again, he was done and was now part of the other team – POZ! In about two weeks I would email him, accuse him of infecting me, and refer him to Ernest at the local HIV clinic for testing. Little did he know I fucked Ernest raw at least twice a week. By day Ernest preached safe sex and played the good little clean queen, but by night he was my cum slut who wanted nothing more than my poz load in his ass. Stay tuned for more adventures – would Ernest tell a neg bottom he is poz just for me to use? Where is my next victim found?

I had been horny all week not able to get out and play with any of my regular fuck buddies my hole was hungry. I was idly cruising squirt waiting to see if one of my regular fuck buds showed up, no luck. I was about to give up and log off when a chat request popped up. I didn't recognise the user name, but the pic looked intriguing, and older daddy type in reasonable shape. "Hey you looking to play?" Indeed I was, the horniness was driving at this point, "Yeah mate, you can host?". A few seconds passed before the response "Yeah, here's my address be here in half an hour" And with that I quickly put on my come fuck me out fit, a tight jock strap, tight little white footy shorts and a dark singlet. I jumped in the car and drove over, with that nervous mix of anticipation and excitement, my hole twitching at the thought of some hot cock. I arrived at a fairly average house on a quiet street, no activity nearby, I realised all of sudden how late it had gotten, had to be close to midnight. Not that i cared, there was a slight chill in the air and I could hear some music coming from inside the house as I approached the door. I knocked, and heard some activity inside. The door opened to the guy from the pics he looked even better in person, he was wearing nothing but a towel and a smile "Hey mate come on in", I slipped passed and felt him admiring my tight arse in my shorts. I was in the living room, a big screen TV was playing a bareback porno, a guy on screen was getting it good and deep. This made my cock start to stir and strain against my jock, in the middle of the room between the lounge and the tv was a massage table. As I was taking this in my host had closed the door and dropped his towel. "I thought you might like a massage to help you relax". I was admiring his cock, had to be 8 inches and was only half hard at best. "That would be awesome mate", I replied and started to shed my clothes, I didn't need much encouragement at this point, and my cock was becoming uncomfortable in my jock. As I bent over to drop my shorts, he came up behind me cupping one of my cheeks in his hand, a finger ever so slightly working towards my hole. "Very nice mate" "Thanks" I don't get too many complaints I cheekily replied, "Bet you don't, if you don't mind I'm gonna give that some special attention when you're on the table, I have a special oil that will get you nice and slippery". As I got onto the table and positioned my head on the cut out, I said "Sounds good mate, been a while so I'll be a little tight". As I positioned my self I heard him getting his equipment together, then at the massage table head opening a cup with a straw appeared, "Gotta keep your fluids up mate" I took a big sip without even asking what it was, it was water but there was something else I didn't recognise. As I finished the contents of the cup I started to feel very relaxed and warm, I'd never done anything stronger than vodka and at first thought maybe there had been some in the drink. Then I felt his hands spreading warm oil all over my back, and as promised extra attention on my arse. He was kneading and spreading my meaty cheeks and I felt extra oil dripping on my hole. I was really enjoying the attention, and my cock was harder than it had ever been, a pool of pre cum between my stomach and the table. Then I felt something I will always remember, a sharp pain in my arse "Hey whats that", "Don't worry mate, just the special oil it burns at first but soon you won't notice it". He kept working a finger in and out of my hole running it all around the rim, and he was right the burning started to subside and it was replaced with a warm feeling and then a hunger, my hole started to open up and I then I heard this low guttural moaning, I thought it was the porn movie, but no it was me I was moaning for more. I felt him press more of his "special oil" into my hole, and this time he had two maybe three fingers inside me, I couldn't really tell but the other thing that was happening was I was raising my arse up to meet the strokes of his fingers. "Oh yeah I think this cunts ready for some cock", all I would do was moan in agreement "mmmhhhhh" "You gonna take my charged load in your cunt mate?", his charged load? what was he talking about?, all I wanted was his cock inside my hole right now! He was now on top of me, rubbing his cock against the opening of my cunt, teasing my hungry hole. "Your profile says you only play safe, but you don't want that tonight do you". He was right but at this moment all I wanted was cock raw and deep in me "I don't care fucking put it in me" I managed to slur out, "I can fuck you raw?", "yeah mate, fucking breed my hole I want your load" - I'd seen enough bareback porn to know the lingo. That was all he needed to hear, in one swift movement he positioned the head of his cock at my hole and buried it balls deep inside me, normally that would have hurt like hell, but instead I felt I finally had I what I needed, a big fat cock inside me. He started to pump me and all I wanted was this cock inside me forever. It felt amazing, sliding so effortlessly in and out coating my insides in pre cum. He pulled out without warning, "Hey", He slapped my arse hard, "Don't worry mate, we just need to relocate" He helped guide me off the table into a room at the back of the house, inside it was lit by only a soft blue glow, the walls lined with mirrors, and on one wall a tv showing an angle on the sling in the middle of the room, he helped put me into it and strapped my wrists and arms in place, then he disappeared for a moment I admired the view of my open arse in the mirrors it felt so empty and I could watch it pulsing hungry for cock. After what seemed like an eternity he reentered the room holding a needle and a rubber strap, "This is gonna make you feel even better mate", in my already partially chemmed up state, from the "special oil" I wasn't able to fight back, especially strapped into the sling, as he swabbed a vein on my arm, and applied the strap I mumbled some half hearted objection "nah mate I don't do needles". "It's okay mate, this will be worth it", and then he stuck the needle in my arm, a little blood appeared and then he depressed the plunger, I felt a slight warming in my arm, then he released the strap and I felt it hit me almost immediately, a head rush and several sharp coughs, then all I wanted was cock, as much cock as I could get. "How you feel mate", "Fuck me, give me that fucking cock" He smiled positioned himself at my arse and slid inside me, it felt more awesome than before even, he started working into me hard and fast. The sling swinging me in rhythm with his thrusts getting me impaled longer and deeper. And then he started "You gonna take my charged load boy, you gonna take Daddy's toxic seed in your cunt?!" "Yes fucking breed me, give me that load, I want that fucking load". And then I felt it the warm rush of toxic cum bathing my insides, he pulled out and shoved a butt plug inside me to hold the cum, didn't want to waste any. I was still horny, and wanted more, little did I know I would get it and then some. More to come....

I was on a business trip in Miami when my boss asked whether I would be happy to stay down there over the weekend. Flights were very expensive and it was winter back in NYC, I was 22, had been with a big American consulting firm for two years and this was my first assignment on which I would be mostly by myself. So I did some research and Key West became a very good option. The company was paying, which allowed me to pick a nice hotel in the center of town, very close to the infamous Duval Street. Until this point I only barebacked in relationships but hated the feeling of condoms in my ass. The tops were complaining and so was I, but still I was compelled to stay safe. I arrived around noon on Saturday, had the car parked, hired a bike in started to explore the town. The fish market was own, which meant cheap beer and some entertainment. I was amazed how gay the whole town was. Later, I made my way back to Duval Street and went into a gay pub. The front staff was very nice but the interesting part seemed to be in the back. It was a men’s only area with a bar, a hot tub and a pool. I was by far the youngest there, but I enjoyed the company of older men and had a couple of drinks. Close to sunset we all went to the pier, had more drinks and celebrated the sun disappearing into the ocean. Having completed the quintessential Key West experience, we went back to the pub and had some more beers. At some point a guy walked up and introduced himself as Michael, saying he had a house on the island but was only able to use it from time to time as his work had sent him to Chicago. We chatted for a while, watching as two guys started making out in the pool. I watched in amazement as one of the guys pulled down his shorts, revealed a big biohazard tat and, without hesitation, started to fuck the other guy’s ass. “Fuck this is hot” I mumbled to Michael. He smiled and asked “The fact that they are fucking or his tat?” “Both I guess” I answered and blushed, adding “I love how they are enjoying their freedom.” Michael laughed, saying “Welcome to Key West sexy," and then asking “Want to see it up close and chill in the pool?” “Sounds good” I chuckled. Michael and I went over and got undressed. Only then did I see the biohazard tat on Michael's chest: it was red and black and massive. I got an instant hard on and sat down quickly. His cock was equally impressive, half hard around 7.5 inches. We were quietly joined by a black bear, in his 40s, very muscular and big in every sense of the word. Michael gave me a kiss and whispered “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you tonight.” I smiled and wanked his cock for a bit. Another guy swam up to me and started massaging my leg. I turned around and saw a hard nine-incher with a fat PA. Slowly leaning forward I grabbed his cock and started licking his head and the shaft. He pushed it slowly into my mouth. Michael stood up next to me and started wanking his cock. The black guy behind me moved in and started massaging my hole. "This is Steve," Michael said and pointed at me, "He's new here, and needs an initiation." I looked up at him and whispered, "Please don’t cum in my hole, Michael." Michael smiled and kissed me, saying “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” The black guy started licking my hole, which opened-up very willingly. I could sense that he knew what he was doing. I felt his fingers in my butt digging in a bit further, slightly scratching the inside. The PA cock pulled out of my mouth and Michael held his poz cock in my face. Naturally I was intrigued and kissed it carefully. "Don’t worry, oral is safe" grunted the PA guy. I started sucking and at the same time I felt the black guy pushing his humongous cock into me. Tears poured out of my eyes, but I stayed strong and focused on sucking Michael. After five minutes the black guy gave a loud moan and for the first time I could literally feel the cum gushing into my ass. He pulled out slowly and within seconds I could feel another cock in my ass. This one had a PA, which felt weird but still amazing. The guy I had sucked early now had a go at my hole. He wasn’t as gentle as the black guy but thankfully at this point, I had been opened-up wide enough. Michael pulled out of my mouth and the black guy pushed his cummy cock into my mouth. I thought I tasted a hint of blood but the taste of cum got me so hard that I didn’t think any further. I just kept an eye on Michael's hot cock to make sure he would stick to his word. PA guy pounded me faster and faster until I could feel another eruption in my hole. The two high fived each other with Michael leaning forward, kissing me and whispering "Wow, what a trooper you are!” PA guy pulled his cock out and I felt a cock, that I haven’t felt before. It was smaller, which at that stage was a nice change so I could relax a little. I couldn’t see who it was, because PA’s cock needed cleaning. Willingly I licked his cock clean and only shortly afterwards the third cock came into me. "Sorry guys," I heard someone say, "You know I don’t last long in neg holes." I turned around and saw the first biohazard tattoo pulling his cock out of my ass. I looked at Michael with blank fear. He just laughed, saying "Don’t worry sweetie. It’s too late now. You have so far received three beautiful poz strains." With that, the biohazard cock slid into my mouth for cleaning and the fourth guy, the bottom I had seen earlier, pushed into my ass. At this point, I realized I had found my true calling.... To be continued

I posted a few weeks ago about my first breeding. Well, I got a chance this past weekend to hookup with my friend again. We arranged that I would arrive at his house on Friday, and stay for the weekend. We bought supplies, had a lovely dinner, and got ready to play. He lives with a roommate who has a rather impressive cock. He wasn't feeling all that great but was at least sociable with us as my friend and I started to partying. Still I ended up getting fucked twice by that big cock, both times pretty rough, just how I like it. He unloaded in me only once, but man did he flood me. My friend unloaded in me an additional five times over the weekend. I had a great time, and can't wait for more.

WOOF My mission is to take a least a load a night. On busy weeks, it's been 5 a week, so just about every other night. Last night had this really hot married guy with big dick HMU. Said he could be there in a few minutes. I opened the door, got on hands and knees and he came in. Told me he was interested in leaving a load in my pussy, which i was looking for. Came in, slapped his dick on my ass and shoved it in! Stroked a few times before cumming and leaving a nice big load dribbling out. Said he couldn't help it, that my tight ass just felt great Hit me up just a few minutes ago looking to cum by again tonight. WOOF

I just went back and read your posts about your boyfriend. You've asked if he is a bully (established that he is), have stated that your sex life with him is less than desirable and not frequent at all, and.... You have stated that he has not been forthcoming about being online when he actually has been. That's a lie by omission. So.... You HAVE caught him not being truthful. Degrading comments, partying, doesn't want to have sex with you much, not being totally honest with you...... I'm saying this with all the kindness I have within me: I'm sorry but just because your mother stayed with an asshole (your words) doesn't give you an excuse to do so. You say you just wish he wouldn't need drugs to be the person you want him to be... He doesn't need drugs to be a bully, or not have sex with you, or degrade you... So drugs really aren't the issue. HE is. And part of the trouble lies within you. You let him do this. And as long as you let him, you'll be miserable and be right back here posting more about how bad it is to be with your boyfriend. And.. To be honest.. I don't think anyone wants to see that. I just wonder how bad it has to become before you leave. Either you enjoy being miserable or.... You don't get attention from him so you post on here to get attention... Either way, no way to live life. Because eventually, no one is going to pay attention on here either. Losttop, I think you feel you don't deserve better. May even deal with depression... But he's not worth another minute of your time. Do yourself a favor and leave. You are wasting your life away staying with someone who doesn't give two shits about you. You will never look back and say "I wish I would have taken more abuse from him." But you WILL look back and say "I wish I would have left him sooner." He's just too much drama. As someone else said, stop posting and start packing. Please.

Part 1. I was being fucking stupid, I knew that from the start. I knew it when I was at home, cleaning myself out and shaving everything below the neck. I knew it when I left and got the train to some place I'd never heard of before. I knew it when I walked up the drive to the address I was given and knocked on the door. And I especially knew it when the door was opened. Standing butt naked, letting me in, was an indian guy, small but with a huge cock, which was already rock solid. The second I was in, it was too late for me to stop being stupid - I was immediately forced to my knees. His cock filled my mouth and I sucked it, tasting his skin and precum on my tongue. His cock was just as big as it looked in the pictures. A solid nine inches, thick and brown. He forced it down my throat, gripping my blonde hair tightly, with no regard for any pain he caused me. After a few thrusts, he let go, pulling his cock out and smacking me with it, leaving a splat of my spit and his precum on my face. He led me from the hallway into the next room - I knew not to get off my knees, but to crawl behind him. The room should have been a living room, but if it ever had normal furniture, that had all been stripped out and replaced with a sling, a fucking bench, and table that I couldn’t see the top of, and the contents of which I could only guess at. There was also set up several cameras, positioned so that they wouldn't get in the way of what was to come. There were three people in the room - the 9 inch Indian who had let me in and fucked my throat already, a white skinhead, as naked as the first guy and with a chunky piercing in the tip of his chunky eight inch cock, plus several other piercings throughout his body, and a black guy, fully dressed in leather chaps, a jock and a waistcoat that did little to cover his muscular body. I knew to crawl straight over to this one and kiss both his boots, then wait. No one spoke, and without needing direction, the skinhead went to the table and pulled from behind it an empty backpack. He dropped it next to me, and I knew I was allowed to stand, though only briefly, to strip down to my jock, putting my shoes, socks, jeans, t-shirt and what little possessions I brought with me all in the bag. The skinhead took it away again, and flung it unceremoniously through an open door on the other side of the room, behind the sling. Then he and the Indian converged on me. The Indians dick slipped between my exposed buttcheeks, grinding against my hole, still slick from my spit. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him, his body fully pressed against mine. The skinhead, meanwhile, stood in front of me, between me and the leather clad man. He took my nipples between his fingers and started twisting them harshly as he forced his mouth against mine, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. A metal stud on his tongue smacked against my teeth as it slivered in, filling my mouth almost as much as the cock had earlier. I moaned into his mouth, and felt his cock hardening against me, the ring going through it rubbing against my now bulging jock pouch. Behind me, the Indian started kissing and biting my neck, sinking his teeth in deep. I pushed my ass out against his cock, I wanted him to fuck me right now, though I knew he wouldn't. They were only trying to see if I’d lose my nerve and beg them to let me leave, but there was no chance of that. Sure enough, with a snap of fingers behind the skinhead, both bodies suddenly separated from mine, so quickly that I nearly fell over, having not noticed that I had been using them to support myself. I immediately sank to my knees again, and looked up at the ringleader. He reached out and grabbed me by the hair, and dragged me across the room. Still holding my hair, he made me look into a full length mirror behind the fucking bench. I'd always been skinny, and my pale, hairless body looked smaller than ever in comparison to the bulking black monster that held me so firmly. The skinhead and Indian had begun kissing and wanking each others dicks while they waited for the leather Daddy to do his thing. "Say it." He said. He didn't shout, and yet the command was barked with harsh force. "I'm a stupid whore, Sir." I answered, not breaking eye contact with him through the mirror. I knew every word of what I had to say off by heart. I knew it was all being recorded too. "And why are you a stupid whore?" He asked, tightening his grip in my curly blonde hair, making me wince, but not stumble from the plan. "Because I came here tonight." I answered. "What's going to happen to you here?" "You're going to pump me full of drugs." I answered. "Then you're going to fuck me and pump me full of your cum." At this point, his other hand came round and gripped my throat. I could feel his leather covered cock pressing into my back. "And you want that?" I answered yes and he asked "Why?" "Because I want your toxic loads." I answered, and he demanded 'why' again. "Because I'm fucking stupid, but my boyfriend is stupider. He cheated on me, so I'm going to become a poz fucker and convert him too!" I didn't break eye contact the entire time. And with that, no more words were said. Pulling me by my throat, he dragged me back across to the other two, where they took it in turns to ram their cocks down my throat. Meanwhile, I could only hear the leather Daddy as he did something near the box and drug board. It didn't take long before both guys were going all the way down to the hilt in my throat. My nose buried into the hair of the Indian - I'd never taken anything in me that big before. My pathetic boyfriends cock wasn't even six inches, and barely tickled the back off my throat. I struggled and gagged around it, and he showed no sign of caring about my difficulty, gripping my head tight and fucking my mouth. When the skinhead took over, his dick might not have gone down as far, but the P.A. scratching inside me made it all the more difficult to take. He forced it down even harder than the Indian. Behind me, I heard boots approach once more. He dropped several things down, then grabbed my hips and pulled, making me stick my ass out as far as it would go without stopping me from reaching the cocks I was serving. I felt something on my back - he was writing on my shoulders with a pen, though I was too distracted by my work to follow it in my mind and work out what he wrote. After that, he moved lower down and wrote something else, that took longer, then I felt him draw an arrow on each of my ass cheeks, pointing to my hole. After that, they all moved together, like a planned attack. I was pulled to my feet, with the Skinhead wrapping his arms around me and holding me still, while the Indian held out my arm. The leather Daddy wrapped a strap around my arm and pulled it tight. It was over in a flash. Needle in, injected, out, strap off. With that, my head, my whole body suddenly burst with sensation. I coughed as I was shoved back to my knees, and a cock filled my mouth again. I didn't even know who's at first, though the piercing soon tipped me off. I didn't need any help to force myself down to the base this time - I swallowed it with a greedy hunger. At the same time, I felt a probing in my ass, and immediately thrust my hips out to meet it. The Indians tongue pushed straight into my waiting hole, where I felt it wiggle and squirm, shoving itself in and out and in again. I moaned around the skinheads cock as I got tongue fucked. This went on for a while, till the Indian guy stopped and repositioned himself so that his cock was pressed against my ass. The cock in my throat was pulled out so quickly, i worried for a moment that the piercing might cut something. All fear was quickly erased though, as a strange mask was forced over my nose and mouth. I breathed in deeply without even thinking - it smelled heavily of some chemical, and I knew I'd smelt it before in gay bars. It was poppers, and my already airy head was swimming after a few breaths, but the Indian held it on even still. I pushed my ass out against his cock again, moaning into the mask. I felt his spare hand slip between us and, with the precision of a pro, he lined up his cock with my hole. Still wet and desperate to be filled, my ass barely put up a fight, and the nine inches of cock shoved straight down till I could feel his pubes and his balls slap against me. I moaned, loudly, into the poppers mask. My virginity, which I could never convince my completely bottom boyfriend to take, despite his promises, was shattered in an instant. The Mask was dropped from my face as the Indian wrapped his arms around me. Our bodies were touching as much as they could, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, as he started pounding my hole. He had mounted me like a dog, and panted like one in my ear, occasionally kissing or biting or sucking on my neck. Meanwhile, the skinhead circled around us like a predatory animal, growling encouragements to his friend, or insults to me. "Fuck that little cunt!" He said. "Fill that hole - he'll never want it empty again." I was practically being fucked into the floor at this point, but the skinhead knelt down in front of me, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up, all without disturbing the pounding the Indian was giving my ass at all. He waved his cock in my face, smacking it against my cheeks and knocking the piercing against my lips. "See this?" He asked me. "You know what I'm going to do once he's done? I'm going to ram this right up your fucking cunt, and fuck you so fucking hard that you'll get all torn up inside. Our cum and our bug will go right into your blood. You're not walking away from this without it. No fucking chance!" And with that, he forced his cock down my throat and started fucking it. His words had got me so hot, I could feel my cock beneath me, rock hard, despite being crushed by my weight and the force of the Indian fucking me. It had slipped from my jock, and I was leaking precum - the only neg cum in the room, I thought, and that made me even harder. The Indian was obviously encouraged by what he heard too, as the speed and the force of his fucking picked up. He started moaning louder and louder, and each thrust seemed to slam down harder and harder. The whole time, the skinhead had been running his hands through my hair, half stroking, half pulling as he fucked my mouth. Finally, with a mighty howl, the Indian shoved his cock deep into my ass, his body convulsed, and I could feel his hot load blow up into me. Shot after shot blasting up, coating the insides of my ass completely. It felt like more cum than I'd ever seen one person produce before, and as his orgasm subsided, he started fucking his load into me again. Both cocks left me at the same time, the one in my ass now softer than the one in my throat. In my haze, I didn’t even see the Indian disappear from the room, he just seemed to vanish. The skinhead didn’t, and instead pulled me to my feet and forced me across the room, towards the fucking bench. He slammed me over it, grabbing both my arms and pinning them to my back with one hand, while the other grabbed my hair once more and yanked, pulling my head and holding it in a position so that I had to stare at the mirror in front of us. I noticed then that we were the only ones in the room - the black leather daddy had slipped out at some point. The skinhead needed no help to get his cock lined up with my hole, and rammed his pierced dick straight into the cum filled hole, making me moan and close my eyes. With a jerk of his hand in my hair, he half-yelled at me. “Don’t you fucking close your eyes, faggot!” He growled, shaking my head and fucking my ass hard. “You’re going to watch me convert your fucking ass, got it?!” I nodded as best I could, and I didn’t break eye contact with his reflection again. He didn’t take long, but I felt each and every thrust into me. With every few thrusts of his hips, he’d change how he fucked me. First he forced himself in as deep as he could and kept it there, moving only slightly as he bucked and grinded into my hole. After that, he pulled out completely, and repeatedly stabbed all the way back down to the hilt before pulling all the way out again, spearing me multiple times - the piercing making itself known with each and every penetration. I could tell he was getting close when he began fucking me properly, not pulling out but making me feel the full length of his eight inches as he pounded into my ass. The whole while, he kept talking. “Stupid fucker!” He said. “No fucking clue what you’re doing to yourself! This viral load is going to knock you right the fuck up! Better be ready for it! Are you fucking ready for it?!” He demanded to know. I yelled out. “Ah fuck yeah! I want your load in me! I want to be a poz Fucker like you!” My words obviously got him going, as with a wordless shout, he slammed deep into my ass and released his load. It went on just as long as the first load I took, and he began fucking it into me as well, though he went on longer than the Indian had, pounding my ass. I could feel the slickness in there, and some of the cum dribbled out of my ass and down my balls, which hung underneath, smacking into the fucking bench whenever the skinhead slammed back in. Finally, the skinhead pulled out. He let go of my hair, but not my arms. Once his cock was free, I felt him shove several fingers in instead, and I could feel his nails digging into the walls of my ass. “Gonna make fucking sure!” He said and, sure enough, when he pulled out his fingers and showed them to me in the reflection, I could see some blood mixed in with the cum. With that, he let go of me, and once again forgetting to support my own weight, I slid off the side of the bench, falling into a pile on the floor.

Good. Content creators need to be encouraged, not dissuaded. Looking forward to more.

Since my last doc (srt8 female) and current doc (gay male), I am completely honest about everything concerning my health.

Bottoms are a dime a dozen - no need to waste a single minute on bad ones.

Tested positive in Oct 2008, started on Atripla in Sept 2009 and was undetectable at my Dec 2009 check up. Stayed on Atripla until early this year and switched to Triumeq and have maintained undetectable status since. I do find these stats puzzling as most of the guys I speak with that are on meds are undetectable.

depends on where I am going, for family friendly locations, I wear board shorts, for gay places I wear a squarecut.

Love to take your cum, hairy kink.

I think it comes down to statisitical analysis of testing results, and the number of people that are on treatment. So in effect if there are stats saying 4 people got infected, and only one comes back for treatment, the other 3 are most likely detectable. This make sense considering VERY few people control HIV on their own for any long period of time. I have a friend who is HIV+ not on meds with a viral load of about 2000. Not high, and not even that infectious, but not undetectable by any definition.

Last night I had a hot pocket bear from a4a who wanted to get fucked. I went to his hotel and he sucked me for a while and then I fucked him with only a small amout of his spit on my rod for about 40 minutes and dumped a 2 day load in his ass.

I'm not sure it's advice that you are wanting, given the many times we've given you advice and you ignored it. Or maybe it's not the advice you've hoped to hear. Either way, it's a waste of everyone's time (including yours) to keep posting on here about your situation. By now, you should know what everyone is going to say. Almost 100% if not 100% have told you to leave him from the very first time you posted about him. In my opinion, life is too damn short to live with someone you resent. But you are choosing time and again to stay with him. Until you are truly ready to give him up, we can give all the advice we can give, but unless you take it to heart and act on it, it does as much good as a folded up umbrella in a rainstorm. Kindly said... You need to wake up and realize he is not the one for you and get the fuck out of dodge. But I dont believe you are ready to do that. So I'm really not sure why you keep asking. Except to vent as you said before. You can only do that for so long before people stop caring. Leave him or learn to deal with it. Those are your two options. Can't change a zebra's stripes.

This. This says everything that needs to be said about this entire situation.

Met a 62 year old guy last night on fabguys. 9'' very thick cock.Couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it!!!! And he had stamina.Stayed all night.Fucked me 5 times slow and deep and bred me each time. He left about 2 hours ago and I can still feel his last load in my ass

Same here - i wear mine under my jock. 1 - it keeps me on edge and unable to cum, always reminding me that i am only here to serve, and 2, if a top ever was to bother looking for my dick, he will see immediately that i am sub

Usually I wera a chastity device under my jockstrap, if i go out for cruising. Sure it makes clear, that I am bottom. But why not? I am a bottom. And when I collect loads, my cock is not a part of interest. Wearing the chastity keeps me horny and greedy. And I never met a Top, who was disgusted by it.

As a top, I fucking LOVE tag teaming with another top. Seeing the topic of this post made me hard! It's totally different than an orgy situation. In fact it's kinda intimate. You get the experience of raw fucking ass AND watching another guy breed. It's pretty hot. Interaction can be physical [playing with the other top's cum filled balls] or verbal ["come on man… show your buddy how you bareback that faggot ass!"]. If the bottom is into ATM, then there is always a cock in his mouth AND ass. I prefer tag teaming to one on one and the bottom wins too…he gets double loads! [i need to stop ...Writing this has made me so fucking horny, I need to find some ass to fuck]

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 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.

Hi, it's Will. Jake has told you about the two guys I invited to breed him a couple of nights after we met. He gave you an abbreviated version of what happened, so I thought you would appreciate me putting some more meat on the bones, or in Jake's case up his ass. In addition to my fetish of breeding ass, I have another major turn on and that is seeing my boyfriends getting fucked bareback by others. Then to slide in on the seed and fuck it deeper. Jake was shy and new to guy fun so I wasn't really sure how best to approach the subject. After thinking about it, I thought what the fuck just go for it. I went on line to an infamous bareback hookup website. I'm sure you are all familiar with it: guys state their preferences and 'status' and there is also a section for fuck parties. It was Friday morning and I wanted some action early evening so I posted an invite in the fuck party section. I can't remember the exact wording but it went something like this.... “Experienced well hung top looking for other barebacking breeding tops to share an inexperienced 18yo slim smooth btm who until 3 days ago had never been with a guy.” As I posted late, so I didn't expect to be inundated. However about a dozen inquiries popped-up through the day. Three guys were serious and I liked their profiles as they sounded both raunchy and seedy (excuse the pun). I spoke with all three and explained that Jake had no idea I was arranging the breeding session so it could all back fire if he freaked and wouldn't go through with it. I said I'd respect what he wanted and wouldn't force him. One guy dropped out as he didn't want to travel so far on the chance that Jake might refuse. The two, however, Alan and Mike, agreed to come over and seemed excited at the prospects of breeding Jake. Each man said he hadn't shot for several days as he didn't like to blow his load unless he was fucking ass. I told them to arrive at 6:00 PM, which would ensure they both got to my place before Jake arrived. Believe me guys, I boned up so many times that day especially as 6:00 PM approached. Alan arrived and Mike arrived just a couple minutes after each other, at the designated time. Jake pretty much describes what they looked liked, their bodies and cocks so I won't do so again. I told them how I met Jake, what he looked like, his vice like small ass and how only I had fucked him. The reaction of both Alan and Mike was obvious from the bulge in their pants and I knew they'd look good breeding and seeding Jake. I looked forward to seeing it and sliding in on their seed. Before Jake arrived I had a porno ready about group breeding to set the scene for him. I froze it a good section of shooting inside an ass. I pressed play when Jake arrived looking as hot as ever. After kissing him I bent over sticking my hand down his pants and feeling his fuck hole. It felt beautiful and I anticipated it full of raw dripping cock. As I had planned when asking Alan and Mike where to sit, it left Jake having to sit between them. I could see them lusting at Jake and practically drooling from the mouth. I tried to relax Jake by talking but he was quiet and I could get only one word replies. I saw him look at the porno several times so knew he liked what he was seeing. My cock was bulging at the seams of my shorts at the thought of seeing Jake being bred. Jake explained the trigger to it all starting. I told him that Alan liked him and to let him feel him up. I smiled encouragingly and I took off my shorts knowing what the sight of my boned cock would do to Jake. It worked and he groaned, allowing Alan and Mike to feel him all over. He was freaked but the bone in his pants was a good sign. I told Jake to stand and the guys took all his clothes off. There was a moment of stunned silence when they admired Jake's body. I could almost their disgusting thoughts. Alan was by far the raunchiest and seediest of the two and his hand went straight for Jake's fuck hole. I knew who would be breeding Jake first! Alan's cock dripped as much as mine does and I agree with Jake that is was about nine inches in length. He wasn't the hottest looking guy around and Jake was hesitant about going down on the cock. Jake kept looking directly at me so I got out of the chair and went over to him. I guided his head to Alan's cock and groaned myself as I saw the pre-seed wet Jake's lips and the dripping head entered his mouth. Jake took to it and started sucking Alan's cock like he needed oxygen. A few sniffs of poppers later and Jake had both cock heads in his mouth. What a sight it was for me! Moving forward a bit in time, Alan positioned himself behind Jake and I knew the real fun was to begin. I passed Alan some lube and sat back down. It was just about then that Jake said “no way man, not without a condom." I took control and told Jake "I really want to see you take Alan's raw cock, but don't worry, he won't shoot in you - he'll just slide his cock head in." As I encouraged him, telling him how proud I was of him, I fed him poppers, and Jake, of course, moaned his consent. He was ready. I took hold of Alan's cock and slowly teased it against Jake's ass hole, smearing the pre-cum inside with each gentle push. Alan pushed as I guided his cock head into Jake. I bent over and licked Alan's cock where the head was now hidden and buried inside Jake. Slowly and deliberately Alan slid further and further into Jake. The lustful look on Alan's face was ecstatic as he did so. The verbal got very heavy after that. Sometime later, I looked at Alan and nodded whilst telling Jake that Alan was going to shoot his cum inside him. I assured Jake that it was hot, he would like it and I'd be so proud of him. I said I would slide in after so he'd know it was okay. Mike and I encouraged Alan to do it and give it to Jake, and not surprisingly Alan's pace got faster and faster and I watched as he hammered his raw cock balls deep into Jake. I'm sure I could see the bulge against Jake's belly as Alan bottomed out each time. All of a sudden Alan yelled "Here it is! I'm breeding him!" as he shuddered, collapsing against Jake. There was a moment of silence as we all recovered. After a minute or so, Alan carefully withdrew from Jake's ass as I encouraged Jake to clamp his ass muscles closed when Alan popped out, as I didn't want him to loose any of the cum from his ass. He did well and it all stayed put. I didn't waste any time and my dripping cock head was against Jake's ass hole. The sight of my huge cock against him is something that never fails to turn me on. (I described his ass in the earlier post and its amazing that he can take it.) I slid in savouring the tightness knowing that not ten seconds earlier another cock had just delivered its seed and now I was pushing it deeper into Jake's guts. During this time I was telling Jake what I was doing and how good it felt. It took concentration not to shot but I didn't and after a bit I slowly pulled out telling Jake to grip so he didn't loose the cum. I then guided Mike's cock into Jake's ass just as I had with Alan. I told Jake what I was doing and that I wanted him to also take Mike's cum. Jake gave his consent by groaning. When Mike was balls deep I moved around to the front of Jake telling him to clean the cum and ass juices off Alan's cock which was inches from his face. Jake was hesitant so I passionately kissed him whilst as the same time pulling Alan nearer until his wet cock head was at our lips. With my other hand I slowly moved Jake's head onto the Alan's cock head meaning his lips left mine and moved straight on to the cock head. It resulted in Jake kissing Alan's cock head as if it was a mouth. He cleaned all nine inches. After he cleaned Alan. I stood and had Jake clean my cock. Again he was hesitant but after encouragement he went to town on me. The whole time this was going on Mike was hammering Jake's ass and we were telling him to go for it and do it. Mike planted his load into Jake and it looked like he had given him a huge nut as the shuddering and yelling was intense. As I had when Alan withdrew, I encouraged Jake to grip tightly, and, again, not a drop spilled. I slid into Jake and his ass felt like soft silk. It was warm and wet with seed and so accommodating to my ten inches and substantial girth. You will know guys that its often not the length but the girth that's important and it was so wonderful the way Jake opened up to my thickness. I pulled back so almost all of the head was out and looked at my dick. The thick pulsing veins on the shaft looked so good glistening with Alan and Mike's seed. I groaned at the sight and slid balls deep in Jake. I hammered his ass till I emptied my seed into his guts. This story is condensed, but then Alan again entered Jake. This time I was underneath Jake. Not an easy task given my size and Jake's petite body. I had Alan thrust several times, pull out then slide into my mouth, then back into Jake's ass. Inevitably seed did leak but my mouth was there to taste and eat it. It was like nectar guys. Sometimes I slid my tongue into Jake's hole which was wet with seed. At some point it was too much for Jake and he shot his load all over my chest and stomach. I slid from under Jake and Mike licked Jake's white ropes of cum from my chest before it went all runny. The three of us kissed with it whilst Alan fucked Jake. I then kissed Jake and we swapped his cum between our mouths. I told him how proud I was of him. Before leaving, Alan and Mike both shot another nut load of seed into Jake, and I gave Jake his fifth load. I had him lay face down whilst I kissed his head and neck, telling him what a good bottom he was, and how proud I was of him. I also told him I enjoyed seeing my boyfriends take other guy's raw dick and loads, and set the stage by telling him he would soon take hundreds of loads, some from guys he would never actually see. If you want to hear more from either of us, leave lots of comments for Jake. We both get off on what you guys say.

I really enjoy the body.org, and they have a great Q&A section on there about questions you may have. As far as infecting others accidently. Dont worry. unless you have huge bleeding wounds, and are bleeding all over your mom, you are not going to infect her.

I layed in the sling strapped in unable to move even if I wanted to, in the monitor I could see the butt plug filling my hole. I was in a fog of after sex glow, my cock was rock hard pre cum coating my stomach. My hole felt full, but the butt plug was no substitute for the real thing. I heard voices from the other room, and then in walked my new friend, and another older guy. He was in his late 40's good shape with a smooth chest, and swinging between his legs was the biggest cock I'd ever seen in real life. It had to be 8 inches soft. He came over to the sling and stood between my legs, the other guy stood behind my head and reached out and tweaked my nipples, an electric surge running through them to my cock at just the touch, my arse clamping on the butt plug, I let out another long involunatry moan, "Jesus mate, he is a horny one" the guy between my legs started working the big fat butt plug in and out of my sloppy cunt. "Yeah you gonna fuck my hole?" the sensation of the butt plug popping in and out of my hole was amazing but no substitute for cock. He pulled the butt plug out of my hole and brought it to my mouth, I opened up and he shoved it in, I licked clean the mix of cum and my arse juice, not to mention the "special oil", while I was doing this I hadn't noticed my arm being strapped and another slam being administered, I felt it though, the sting, the warmth, then the rush as I coughed I felt the dude between my legs slide his cock all the way inside me. "Oh fuck yeah, fucking fill my cunt" I had no idea where these words were coming from, but I'd never been this horny before and all I wanted was to get slammed by his big fat cock all night long. As he started to really pound into me old mate behind me started pulling back on the sling, so each thrust would be met by my whole body slamming down onto the cock inside me, "Fuck yeah Mikey this is one hungry hole, you want my babies in your cunt don't you boy?", "Fuck Yeah, fuck my hole, fucking fill me up". He didn't need much more encouragement, and with one final deep thrust I felt spurt after spurt of hot cum unloading inside me, he must have saved up his load for a week or more, cause when he pulled out a river of cum rushed out of my hole, which was now too open to hold it in. Mikey moved from his position behind me, and as the big dicked stud moved out of the way, he knelt at my arse and started licking the cum from my hole, "oh god yeah, eat my hole" His warm tongue probing my worked over hole felt so good and I was still flying from the second the slam, I wished my hands were free so I could stroke my cock. As Mikey finished eating me out a new larger butt plug was worked inside me. They both then left the room, leaving me strapped in the sling, buzzing on chems, and ready for my next cock.

I felt moistness on my lips. Roberto was kissing me, his long, wet tongue washed over my lips. He bit into my left lower lip, not hard enough to break skin, but firm enough to illicit a groan from me. My eyes were still shut, basking in all the sensations my mind and body was experiencing. I could still hear the echoing sirens somewhere in the distance but they seemed to be fading further away as if it had passed and moved on. The rattling of the chains on the sling appeared to be getting louder and louder, blending with the deep bass that would fade in and out. It was like some demented remix being piped into the room. I felt like I was floating and sinking at the same time but in some freeze-frame slow motion that I couldn't comprehend. I opened my eyes briefly to see Roberto standing over me, jerking that snake with a mischievous look on his face. Darkness seemed to envelope him as he fell out of sharpness in my vision as if he were slowly being pulled away, as the depth of field was swallowing him. The pupils in his eyes appeared to glow a dark, crimson red as he smiled at me. Suddenly his face started to break apart like pixels in a retro 8-bit halftone graphic. The pixels were large and then would break into themselves, condensing into even smaller halftone bits. I squinted trying to get a focus, trying to comprehend what was happening. And then suddenly again his face would reform back to normal (if this was normal?). I closed my eyes as a new heat formed between my legs. I floated again seeming to stay weightless. My upper body felt as if it were hovering towards the darkness of the ceiling. The lower half of my body, in contrast, appeared to be getting heavier as if an extra weight had been placed in between my legs. There was also a sense of a radiant heat coming from my lower half. I felt a new pressure on my chest, a pinching on my nipples that was both soft and firm, alternating so quickly that I could barely have time to register a reaction. It was pain and pleasure occurring so fast that by the time I could enjoy it, I was already moaning in pain. It was dizzying. It was overwhelming. I didn't want it to stop. The heat between my legs intensified. Warmth mixed with mass was creating some new volume that seemed to get L A R G E R. Then it would recede and feel slightly smaller, yet the burn was just as intense. And then it would get WIDER and HEAVIER. Again, there was that burn that was so magnificent. I was moaning and writhing in a kind of subdued, wanted pain. The sensation was occurring repeatedly in a pattern: wide, heavy, small, burn, repeat. The pressure on my nipples was also continuing in a different pattern, this one more gentle mixed with a prolonged HARD pinch that only made me spread my legs further as I jumped back slightly on the sling. "Oh yeah," I heard Roberto moan. "Fistfuck that manpussy!" I opened my eyes, squinting rapidly until my vision sharpened. He was cheering on Ivan who was between my legs. Ivan stared at me intensely, with a look that was almost mean but I knew was appreciation. "Your fuckin' mancunt is so HUNGRY!!!" Ivan yelled as he shoved his big Russian fist in my hole. Mass. Large. Volume. Heat. Burn. I closed my eyes again, moaning, as my body felt like it was sinking into a dark, vast hole that was so large I couldn't see the walls around me. All I could feel was this rapid descent that was somewhat frightening and yet oddly comforting. "Fuckin' TAKE IT!!!" Ivan yelled louder over the bass. In the distance I could still hear the sirens, faint as it was. "God your mancunt is so loose!" Ivan continued, his fist pulling out of my hole. Mass. Large. Volume. "It's so fuckin' soft!" He pushed in fast! Heat. Burn. "Oh MAN!!!l" Ivan screamed as Roberto egged him on. MASS. LARGE. VOLUME. My eyes were still closed. I was descending further into the deep, dark hole, weightless, yet heavy, sinking like a tiny rock that weighed like a boulder into a deep, dark, waterless ocean. He pulled out violently, stretching my hole. HEAT. BURN. Moistness on my lips again. "Seu manpussy é mágico," Roberto whispered softly into my ear as he kissed me passionately. I didn't understand him-and understood him-at the same time. I spread my legs further, pulling them forward on the straps, closer to my chest, allowing more access. Ivan continued to pummel my hungry hole. I kept my eyes closed, savoring the sensation, descending deeper and deeper into the mysterious chasm in my mind. The rhythmic pattern of Ivan fistfucking my hole moved in unison to the sounds of rattling chains, deep bass and a whispering of sirens, that were now so faint, that I was unsure if I had imagined them in the first place. Mass. Large. Volume. Heat. Burn. I rocked with Ivan's force, swinging on the sling backwards and forwards as he pushed and pulled his thick fist inside my manhole. "GODDAMNITTTTTTT!!!" He screamed in awe. His yelling echoed in my ears, my eyes still closed, as his voice bounced around in my head and in the imagined vast chasm in my mind that I continued to sink into. G O D D A M N I T T T T T T T... g o d d a m n i t t t t t t t ... G O D D A M N I T T T T T T T... g o d d a m n i t t t t t t t ... G O D D A M N I T T T T T T T... g o d d a m n i t t t t t t t ... There was more heavy darkness around me and in my head, imagined blackness so thick, as if shadows could take on a dimension, gaining in density and weight. The fistfucking motion suddenly got more intense. Ivan was now inserting his thick hand curled in a ball, in and out, in and out, rapidly into my manhole. This went on repeatedly without count as the walls of the chasm seemed to stretch wider apart, screaming in a metallic shriek that I was unsure if it were the chains on the slings, or something else ringing in my mind. And then suddenly Ivan pulled out very violently. I caught my breath not even realizing that I was actually panting very rapidly. My hole seemed open, loose and wide, like the vast space in my mind that I had been imagining and experiencing. "Isso é tão bonito," Roberto said, pushing Ivan away, as he stepped in between my legs. "Let me get in there." I felt his fingers caressing my asslips that were stretched out. "Ele se sente tão suave" His hand slid in easily. He pulled out gently. "Beautiful," Roberto pushed in again, then pulled out a little faster. My eyes were still closed. The bass seemed to get louder as the sound of the sling chains faded off. I was suddenly floating and the vast waterless ocean seemed to now be all filled with warm, soothing liquid. Gentle waves washed around my body. Roberto pushed in slowly. His hand was curled into a ball seeking more space into my willing tunnel. He was feeling for an invitation, sensing my tolerance and ability for more admittance of his hand and strong forearm. A dark wave hit me gently on my side, the imagined liquid comforting me. Roberto pushed in slightly, micro-inch by micro-inch. Waves were all around me and I swore I heard the ocean but it could have been the bass beats morphing into an imagined rhythm inside my head. Roberto slowly pulled out a micro-inch and then at the same slow, cautious pace, pushed in more. I moaned uncontrollably. He pulled out slightly and then pushed in again, gaining another micro-inch. And again. And again. It felt amazing : being fucked liked this. His forearm was thick and firm, heavy like a huge, hard cock shot up with Trimix. The fistfucking sensation inside my tunnel felt heavenly as my hole was so relaxed, so open, so wide. SO HUNGRY. "Beautiful," Roberto seemed to sing. SHARPNESS on my lips. My eyes opened suddenly to discover Ivan's huge face next to mine. He was biting HARD on the corners of my mouth. The sudden sensation of slight pain jolted me back to reality. "How are you?" Ivan asked, checking in on me while twisting hard on my right nipple. "Oh fuck," I moaned in reply. "I am really good. Just fucking FLYING!l!!" He twisted my nipple again then alternated to my left one and pinched it hard. My legs automatically spread wider as Roberto pushed in deeper. “Good then,” Ivan declared, flatly in a tone so heavy, that I felt the boulder sinking again. “Let’s take you higher…” I sensed a strong chemical scent under my right nostril and a slight pinch on my left. “Now the other side,” Ivan continued, repeating the process on my left. “Good boy,” he pinched my nipples HARD as I inhaled uncontrollably. I was descending now in the deep, unknown darkness of space at an accelerated rate. I could hear a gust of wind, flapping around my collapsing heavy body, the sound so loud and deafening, that I was getting lost, moving so fast that the noise blended with the deep bass that I could barely distinguish between the real and imagined audio overtaking me. HEAT. BURN. “Belo! Belo!” Roberto broke the darkness. The burn in between my legs would intensify then suddenly fade into some soft blur. I was weightless again, yet the darkness now was comforting. In some immeasurable distance I saw a faint micro-dot of light. It was so faint yet intense in its brightness. In contrast to the darkness, it shined brilliantly like a single magical star. HEAT. BURN. The star exploded into a supernova, a burst so intense and immediate. Then it would disappear, fading slowly, then rapidly, again only that faint tiny dot of light somewhere… MASS. VOLUME. WEIGHT. There was a new boulder, a different one. This was heavier, larger, immense. I was sinking again, back to the accelerated rate, as if I had never stalled, the gusts of wind mixed with the demented bass enveloping me. I opened my eyes for a mere moment as it was all I could do, any longer was impossible…unwanted. I saw Ivan now side by side with Roberto, both worshipping in between my legs, their faces almost unrecognizable, just sharp colors of light in their pupils. They each held one of my legs with their outside arms, pulling my legs further apart, then further back on the straps chained to the sling, rattling. The rattle blended with the dark soundtrack in my mind that I felt like I was sinking in an extended remix. “Beautiful,” Ivan pronounced. “Belo,” Roberto followed. HEAT. BURN. Ivan slowly glided his hand alongside Roberto’s wrist, inching into my hole that was opening up without my will, without my control. “Fuckin’ HOLE!” Ivan yelled. MASS. VOLUME. WEIGHT. I sensed now what he was doing and this time I pulled my own legs back, with what energy, I do not know. I felt more pressure that seemed to go on for an eternity as I could hear my heavy panting, breathing over the deep bass and rattling chains. The pressure continued until the darkness took over again, suddenly and without warning. Sinking. Flying. S I n k I n g … f l y I n g…s I n k I n’ … The darkness seemed to be coming in, as if the vast tunnel was now contracting. In between my legs I sensed some new existence that was overwhelming, frightening, beautiful. The darkness rapidly contracted at an accelerated rate that I sensed the walls nearing me, although I still could not see it. The pressure on my hole seemed to disappear fading away slowly as I descended rapidly, the walls so close now, I could almost reach out into the void and feel them encircling me. Below me I saw the faint light that still seemed so far, yet I sensed I was approaching it, descending, getting closer and closer to it with its intense brightness and sensing its strange, comforting warmth. HEAT. And as I rapidly fell, the walls accelerated exponentially in their contraction that I could almost sense the mass and gravity around me, like a black hole pulling and trapping all existence into one tiny point of light that was at the edge of this imagined space in my mind. Ivan and Roberto fistfucked me in unison, their arms entangled inside my hole, merged into one massive new monster of muscle. The monster fucked my hungry manhole, pulling out slowly, so slowly that the stretch caused my insides to quiver. They pushed back in slowly again, their combined mass inside my tunnel gliding over my prostate. Every move was a miniature dance, slight paces to the right, left, in and out. I was shaking uncontrollably, the anal orgasms washing over me, back and forth, back and forth. They were both exclaiming and cursing at the same time but I could not hear them over my crys of joy and pain. The walls came tumbling down disintegrating at a massive speed that was unimaginable, indescribable. All of existence contracted within me as I shrank in size, weight, and mass and fell into the intense brightness of the micro-dot of light that was now at me, taking over me so suddenly that the darkness that was around suddenly disappeared. FLASH. PURE WHITE LIGHT. B U R N.

Ivan started to finger my mancunt, shifting his fingers inside while the three of us continued kissing. I looked at him intensely, thankful of his attention. I FUCKING LOVE KISSING a masculine man while he shoves his fingers up my sloppy hole! Roberto leaned in closer and darted his tongue between Ivan and me, squeezing my left nipple at the same time. YEAH! He twisted it gently, then rough, then back to a barely-a-pinch sensation. I was moaning in appreciation. Ivan violently jabbed at my hole, rubbing my prostate. His rough, thick fingers moved quickly inside me, side to side, flicking my nut as if it were a light switch. "AWWWW FUCKKKKK!!!" My ass vibrated from the intensity as my thighs and knees shook. I was having a raging anal orgasm from all of Ivan’s rough mancunt play. I pulled away from both of their faces, my head cocked back, moaning. I was shaking uncontrollably. It would last a few seconds, then stop, then start again, like I was having convulsions. Ivan wouldn't cease and kept fingering me intensified and prolonged my anal orgasms. "Wow," Ivan said, as he looked at my limp Tina dick which was leaking cum. Roberto stopped squeezing my nipple and massaged my soft cock, rubbing my cum on my shaft. Then he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his palm and fingers. "Você tem um gosto tão bom," Roberto said softly, almost whispering. I didn't know WTF he was saying but it sounded beautiful. I leaned in and kissed him gently, sucking on his tongue, tasting my own cum that was now mixed with theirs from earlier. Ivan continued to rough-handle my mancunt. The intensity of the sensation inside my sloppy hole and kissing overwhelmed me. All that probing was too much. I was still shaking. I pulled away from both of them, collapsing in a sitting position on the back of my calves and ankles. I grabbed Ivan's hand in between my legs and pulled it away abruptly. "Stop for a minute," I pleaded, trying to catch my breath. "All that movement in my hole is making me need to take a piss!" Ivan looked at me and grinned. "Yeah me too," he added. He leaned back as did Roberto who re-arranged the pillows behind his back. I caught my breath for another minute then I slowly got off the bed. I stood up and stretched, raising my arms to the dark shadows resting just under the ceiling, stretching my back, my legs, my hole. I took another breath, slower this time, as my heart beat rapidly. Flying. I grabbed a drink and swallowed it quickly then offered it to Ivan who took a big gulp. We exchanged more of the drink as I could hear my heart beat, almost in rhythm to the bass still surrounding us. Boom…boom…boom. Roberto placed the camcorder beside him, leaned over and grabbed another drink and swallowed. He found the remote control and pressed some buttons as the flatscreen came alive, the image of my sling in the dark corner disappearing in a flash, now replaced with a stranger's thick, muscular legs spread wide across the TV horizontal frame as a massive toy fucked the guy's huge hole. Roberto leaned over again and found the glass pipe and started refilling it with new shards of crystal. "I'll be right back," I announced as Ivan followed me as we walked into the bathroom. Roberto jerked on his long snake mesmerized by the action on the flatscreen, oblivious to us. I walked into the bathroom and stood over the toilet. Ivan followed and stepped next to me on my right. I aimed my limp dick that I was massaging over the bowl but could barely get any piss out of me. WHOA! I sure was flying! I knew I needed a piss, but my bladder was tight from all the parTying and wouldn’t cooperate. Ivan leaned over and started fingering me, not so rough now, just fucking his big finger in and out of my still-HUNGRY mancunt. That fucking felt great as a trickle of piss started to flow and hit the surface of the toilet water, causing ripples. The water was clear for a moment, then a stain of dark yellow piss saturated the liquid, quickly creating a thin golden patina layer that covered the surface of the water. Whenever I parTy the Tina goes through my system quickly and comes out in my piss. Some guys process it slower. It is the opposite effect on me. “Oh man,” I moaned, leaning into Ivan, “I really needed to go!” Ivan and I could smell the stench of my piss; it was a strong and metallic scent, lifting over the toilet bowl up our nostrils like an invisible, dangerous gas. I took a deep breath and savored the nasty aroma. Ivan continued to finger me, gazed at my slow trickle of chempiss, then at my eyes, grinning, a corner of his mouth lifting up a bit, like a wild animal looking at its prey. “That feels so fuckin’ good,” I whispered. The sound of my piss hitting the water made Ivan’s cock start to leak as a stream flowed from his thick massive tool, now a bit flaccid, but still impressive in its size. I stared at his stream, dark just like mine. So Ivan processed his Tina just as quickly as I did. The dark urine flowed heavily and made a thunderous sound as it hit the surface of the water, now getting darker and darker. The sound echoed in the toilet bowl like another layer of the deep bass behind us, seeping in from the other room. I grabbed his thick Russian tool, squeezed it hard to block the urine flow. He smirked harder at me, a menacing gaze on his face. But he was not displeased with me; he was enjoying my tight hold on his cock. I squeezed harder, the flow now completely blocked up. He fingered me rougher in return. “Oh yeah, please don’t stop.” We both groaned at the same time, our faces inching closer and closer, until Ivan opened his mouth and bit mine, hard on my lower lip, but not too hard to draw blood, just enough pressure to cause a momentary uncomfortable, yet welcome sensation. He let go quickly and licked his moist, rough, thick tongue over where he bit me, slid it back and forth, coating it with a glob of his thick saliva, like a healing brush applying medication. Then bit me hard again. I moaned some more, my eyes wide open – FLYING – staring at him intently, almost angry at his violent style of love-making, but silently thanking him for being just-the-right-amount of rough that he could sense how much I could tolerate at exactly the right time. Our tongues met and darted back and forth in rapid succession, saliva dripping out of my mouth, uncontrollably. Thick streams of my saliva dragged from the left corner on my mouth and slowly descended onto the toilet bowl, the string of spit, thinning and thinning as it dripped, until it was barely a hair-strand, connecting our mouths to the chempiss surface patina on the toilet water. I pulled away from Ivan, stared at the surface of the water, getting darker and darker as our chempiss mixed together. Ivan looked at me. He was clearly flying with me. I squeezed his massive tool again, shook my head back and forth, enjoying how his heavy cock felt against my small hand, loving the fact that I was with this incredible specimen of a MAN. “FUCK YEAH!!!” I exclaimed, like an actor from a bad porno. I grabbed his tool and pulled as I stepped to the side and over to the bathtub. His cock started to get a little harder as he followed me. I held tight to his cock, squeezing harder, firm and strong, to hold whatever urine was building inside for release. He looked at me with that mean gaze that only read as rough endearment, painted all over his face with sweat. I slowly descended onto the bathtub surface, kneeling carefully inside the edge, still holding tight on his massive cock. I looked up at him, hungry, flying, thirsty. “Yeah,” I moaned, “let if flow.” I released my firm hold and softly caressed his cock with my hand, just barely gliding it around the shaft. I leaned closer and opened my mouth and teased his urethra with the tip of my tongue. A dark bead of chempiss leaked out. It was barely a trickle. It was bitter, almost distasteful, but in a sick, pleasant way. My tongue flicked up and down at the edge of his cock head, my saliva coating it so it glistened. Another dark bead of chempiss came out and I caught it with my tongue, the metallic bitterness again overpowering me. I opened my mouth more and swallowed his cock head, my tongue now circling around the perimeter of the huge head, coaching it for more. Another drop escaped. I swallowed it greedily. My tongue continued in a slow, circular motion as I now started to add suction to his cock head, massaging it just so he could relax and let go. A slow stream started to drain from his urethra into my mouth. And then the stream continued in a heavier volume, like the bass filling the bathroom. I swirled the chempiss inside my mouth, letting it build until my cheeks ballooned. Ivan looked down at me as I intensely stared at his demonic eyes, silently begging for more. “YOU SUCH FUCKIN’ NASTY MANCUNT!” He yelled at me, now grabbing the back of my neck with both hands. “OH FUCKKKKKK!!!!!” He continued to scream. The chempiss was now flowing loose as I savored the rank taste. It was too much to hold in so I started to swallow as some of that magical liquid leaked out of the corners of my mouth. I gulped and swallowed hard, trying to catch it all, hating the taste but loving its poison at the same time. He was pissing so hard now-the pressure from my earlier teasing released-that it was too much to contain. Streams of dark, nasty piss streaked out of the corners of my mouth. Ivan let go of his tight hold on the back of my neck and with both hands tried to capture his chempiss leaking out. His hands were wet, coated with the nasty chempiss liquid. He quickly started rubbing my face, washing my sweat that had been building, painting my skin with his crystal-piss cocktail. My face tingled, not from the Tina-laced urine, but from excitement. He rubbed my buzzed hair, coating it with more of his dirty piss, like he was bathing me. I swallowed as much of of his flow as I could take. “YOU NASTY, NASTY MANCUNTTTT!!!” He yelled again, his accent echoing against the sweating tiles of the small bathroom. “Oh fuck!” Roberto exclaimed, entering the bathroom, staring at the action, walking in on us, wondering what all the commotion was. He held the glass pipe with one hand, a torch on the other hand. He stepped forward and stood beside Ivan. I looked up at him with a new greed in my eyes. He stared back at me, silently understanding. Roberto placed the pipe carefully on his lips and lit it up with the torch. Ivan looked over at him as he pulled on my slick, chempiss soaked hair. Roberto cooked the crystal until the shards had melted and then carefully heated the bowl from a distance until the smoke formed. Then he took a deep breath, leaned over to Ivan and shotgunned it to him. Ivan swallowed it with force, kept that smoke in his lungs for almost a minute, then released, the clouds mixing with the condensation on the tiles of the ceiling. I could have sworn I heard beads of the humidity dropping to the tile floor in rhythm to the bass that seemed to get louder around us. FLYING. Ivan nodded back to Roberto in appreciation, then grabbed the pipe and torch from him. Ivan repeated the process, cooking the Tina slowly and then when the smoke had formed, breathed deep and hard. Roberto leaned in, kissed him gently as I continued to milk Ivan’s massive tool, now almost completely drained. Trickles of his chempiss fell around me, miniature splashes erupting at my knees on the base of the tub. Roberto took a deep breath, pulling that poisonous smoke out of Ivan and holding it in himself as he pulled away from Ivan’s lips. Roberto stared down at me, his right hand now aiming that snake, still long and semi-hard. He let go of the smoke and at the same time, released his piss, which quickly showered my face. I pulled away from Ivan’s tool which fell out of my mouth like a massive weight, dangling near my face, and repositioned myself slightly to my left to catch Roberto’s stream. I cocked my head back, my mouth a gape, getting as much of that Brazilian chempiss as I could. It was a heavy stream and I let it build inside my mouth, my neck still cocked back at an angle, so that the piss built a pool in my mouth, like the toilet beside us, a cocktail of toxic swimming fluids. It was also too much liquid to contain as Roberto kept going and going; his flow was more powerful than Ivan’s. He pointed his snake on my face, then my chest. I felt a heavier, warmer stream on my right. Ivan was still continuing to piss on me, aiming at my right nipple. Both hot men stared at me, kneeling on the tub, soaking in their cocktail of tainted urine, closing my eyes, shaking my head like a wet dog, chempiss splattering all around us. I opened my eyes, head held back, mouth wide open as both men got the hint and aimed their dicks at my face. Ivan's stream hit me on my right eye, stinging me for a moment before he adjusted his aim lower into my mouth. Roberto was already ahead of him, filling my mouth. Their combined chempiss collected inside my mouth until I started to swallow. The flavor was different now. Bitter and sweet, like their personalities. I gulped as much as I could but was unable to keep it all in. The chempiss cocktail leaked out of the corners of my mouth, cascading down my chin, neck, smooth chest and onto my groin. I rubbed my left hand all over my soaked pubic hair and then moistened my asslips with their chempiss glistening on my fingertips. And then after some time (I wasn’t quite sure how long...two minutes…five…or was it ten?), the stream from both men slowly stopped to barely a trickle. I swallowed as much as I could, while fingering my manhole. More minutes passed as I sucked slowly on each cock in front of me, now gradually getting hard again. I could feel this inner buzz slowly building inside me, my heart beating faster and faster, like the bass that had been creeping in from the bedroom, following us like a shadow. Ivan lit up the glass cock again and sucked on it hard after a moment. Roberto helped me up from the tub, holding onto my arms so I would not slip. I stepped over the edge and stood straight, their piss coating my body, dripping around me, soaking the small rug under our feet, drawing soaked footstep silhouettes on the terry cloth material. I then leaned into Roberto’s chest, resting my head for a minute as I was SPINNING. Roberto inserted a long finger inside my hole which seemed looser, more open, sloppy, hungry. Ivan leaned into me and kissed me, his fat, rough tongue invading my mouth. I opened my eyes, a little dizzy, then kissed him back until he motioned silently to stop as he exhaled a huge amount of smoke into my mouth. I sucked on that nasty air greedily and held it in as long as I could, then pulled away from Ivan, then kissed Roberto who took it in. He held it in and after a few moments, released the smoke as his finger gently massaged my manpussy. "Abrigado," I whispered, like a good student. “Let’s get that mancunt bigger and BIGGER!” Ivan announced. He pulled on my right arm carefully, supporting me, as both men helped me into the bedroom. Behind us, we left a metallic air of sex in the bathroom, a nasty stench hanging over the room. “Go over there,” Ivan commanded pointing to the sling. I looked at Roberto who silently demanded the same. The odor from the bathroom now followed us, clinging on both men, emanating from me, filling the room. The chempiss aroma reeked with our sweat and our selfish desires, coating the still, warm air in the dark bedroom, like an unseen mist. The bass ran around our feet, building and building. Boom…boom…boom. On the flatscreen, some top was fisting two hungry bottoms who were kneeling on their fours, their muscular asses coated with Crisco as the top fisted them in rhythm. I carefully climbed into the sling as Ivan helped me. I tried to hook my leg on the straps but was unsuccessful, flying as the chempiss and shotgun hits were rapidly building inside of me. I looked at both of them appreciatively as they each grabbed one of my legs and feet, assisting me, getting them into the straps. My sling has extra chains running parallel to my body on the left and right, near the top of the metal frame. The leg straps were chained a little further back than usual on these side chains so the result was my legs in the straps were now pulled wider and further back, my ass spread obscenely open. "Look at that manpussy!" Roberto exclaimed. I could feel my hole pulsing from hunger. I was sweating as if the room was boiling. Ivan walked over to the bed, found the poppers and handed It to me. He then walked over to the side table and fidgeted with the contact lens container that had my ground dust of Tina. He licked his finger and dipped it in the crystal dust as he motioned for Roberto to come over who followed Ivan's directions, stood beside him and repeated what he was doing. Both men were now HARD again and their cockheads had a generous coating of the Tina dust. They walked back over to me on the sling in between my legs. "You first," Ivan directed. Roberto nodded and positioned himself before my spread legs and my waiting ass. The chempiss cocktail from earlier had been building quickly so I was already flying. But these men were now planning to take that further. Roberto fingered my moist hole. It was soft, open and inviting. He stared at my eyes, then at my hungry manpussy. And then he carefully positioned his dick at the entrance and pushed in quick and DEEP. Once inside, he kept the snake still and unmoving, deep in my tunnel. "How you feeling?" He nodded, checking in on me. "I'm good," I replied, smiling. We stayed like that for a minute or more as the bass mixed with the sound of the chains rattling. "Oh yeah." I moaned as I sensed that inner heat from the booty bump administered by his snake creeping in suddenly. The fire was spreading. "Fuck, that feels good," I moaned. Ivan pulled on Roberto. "My turn," he announced. Roberto leaned back and slowly pulled out of my hole. It felt disappointingly empty. But only for a moment. Ivan positioned his big body in between my legs, pointed that massive tool and violently thrust his cock in one violent motion deep into my mancunt. The chains shrieked over the deep bass as my body suddenly swung backwards from the force of his entry. And then Ivan pulled back slowly now, almost all the way out but not quite. And then he stayed still, his cock head pulsing inside me. WHOA!!! Whatever burn I was feeling earlier with Roberto was now doubling in intensity! The building heat of the combined booty bumps from both men was having a rapid effect in my hole. The heat was intense, almost painful and searing like a fast-moving wildfire spreading from deep in my hole (that was Roberto) to the mouth of my mancunt (from Ivan). My breathing was more rapid. The inferno inside me needed to be extinguished. I slowly started rocking back and forth, the chains rattling louder and louder, as I fucked myself on Ivan's huge monster. And although his cock is quite thick, my hole was in such heat, that it was loose and OPEN. It was HUNGRY. I took a hit of the poppers. FUCK! BANG! BOOM!!! Now my hole was alive, consuming the Russian cock! I kept violently fucking myself on his dick while he just stood there, holding the base of his shaft as I fucked myself on it. The chains continued to rattle in protest. I fucked that massive tool for several minutes, adjusting my speed, my thrusts, as Ivan stood there, both hands grasping the vertical bars of the sling frame for support and allowing me to just use his tool to impale myself. "FUCKKK!!!" Ivan moaned, "Your mancunt so open and loose now. This feel better than REAL PUSSY!" From outside the window I could hear a faint siren wailing in the distance. It was blocks away but getting louder and louder as it approached, block by block. I closed my eyes, allowing the darkness to take me, concentrating on the sound of the increasingly louder sirens mixed with the deep bass and rattling chains in the room. I tossed my head slowly side to side as my inner inferno smoldered deep inside my tunnel, spreading rapidly from between my legs, up my abdomen, my chest, my heart, my veins. My heart was beating faster and faster as the high-pitch squeal of the sirens got closer and closer.

Normally I prefer to find a twisted cum whore or two and squirt out a couple loads before going all flipity-flopity, but a sweet uncut cock was pushing to get into me the second I stepped into the dark room at Club Z, so I took it. Hole hunting at the bath’s is kinda much more fun with someone else’s warm spunk working its way around inside me. Eventually I ended up dumping two nuts into this guy laying face down on his bed. Three sperm filled rubbers waited on the mattress and the floor, so I figured he’d been there awhile. Slipping two fingers up in his shaved hole, I could feel that he wasn’t a “Condom’s only” kind of guy, so after feasting a little on his warm creamy filling, I pushed my pig-poker into his guts, and tried to hold back as I massaged the slime of a dozen other guys into his ass lining. It didn’t take long before my knees buckled and I added my sauce to his soupy twat. Looking at the crowd that had gathered to watch the show, I figure both of us were being pretty noisy. When I saw Mr. Sweet and Uncut lining up behind me, to be the next one in the dude beneath me, I made the little pillow biter get on his knees, so I could slip in underneath him and watch the show up close up. He wore a jock, so I didn’t bother with his dick, although he went nuts cleaning his butt juice off mine. Instead, I focused the meat that had just been up inside me. The idea that my ass juice was still under his foreskin while he buggered the bastard above me, kept my dick nice and hard, and the amount of ass to mouth action I was getting didn’t hurt either. My breeder pulled gobs of cock snot out with each pump, and occasionally, he would drop his dick into my mouth so I could clean it off. After he added his biological distinctiveness to the butt butter I’d been sucking out, I flipped our fuck objet over, cut in line and decorated the bottom boy’s bowels with my second load of the night. With both nuts drained and my ass feeling sticky, I made it back to my room where an empty sling waited. My legs were not up in the air for more than a minute before Tweeker Tommy looked in. I had a double headed dildo in one hand and I had just started fingering my spunky hole, tasting just a few drops of the salty goo I’d be storing in my gut for 20 minutes. “Do you wanna fuck?” “That’s why I’m here.” “Do I need a rubber?” “Do you really want a rubber?” “No.” “That’s what I like to here.” He was younger than I usually liked, too skinny and smooth, but he made the effort of chaps and boots, and his thick dick was stunning. He didn’t take much time to prep me before he started pushing the veiny monster into me. Good thing I was pre-lubed. He was chewing a lot when he wasn’t talking, and he was talking a lot. Fortunately it was hot. He wanted to tie me up and pimp me out for a weekend before taking me out to his father’s farm to be gang banged by large domesticated beasts. He had a very vivid, and verbal imagination. But after 20 minutes, it was obvious that he wasn’t building towards anything. Although his long dick stayed hard, the other chemicals in his system where keeping him from juicing me. Soon, he started telling me how much he wanted to be tied up and pimped out for a weekend, tortured and tormented, before being take out to his family farm to be bred in a dozen sick and disgusting ways. I had to stop him. I was there to get some goop, and a line had formed listening to his filthy monolog. I told him to grab a Gator-aid from my bag and come back when he needed to pee. Three fuckers that followed him made up for lost time. Tweeker Timmy would look in the room as he passed, and after three peeks, while I took a break to marinade, feeling four loads basting inside me, I asked him if he wanted another drink. He came in, touched the toys on the side table, mumbled, got a drink and mumbled some more. His massive meat was gone, and it was replaced with a swollen baby penis, rubbed raw by three hours of constant friction. As he left, I reminded him to come back when he wanted to piss. (Although at that point, I imaged that his urine would be pretty damn sharp.) After TopPigBB spent a half an hour sucking on my hole, stretching it, pulling it open with his fingers, slurping up as much of my spunky gut juice as his nose and tongue would reach. He stood up, pushed in and started pounding. Pulverizing my prostate, he grunted and replaced the sperm he’d ingested, squirting two thick, ropey loads into my innards, over the course of 10 minutes. Grabbing a towel, I headed for the shower, but I smelled too good, so I thought I would take one last walk around the floor, seeing if there a good hiding place for the last load brewing in my balls. And there was Tweeker Timmy, dancing in line, waiting to use the toilet. “Gotta Piss?” “Really Bad” “Come on. Follow me”. “You pee shy?” I asked as I shut the door. “No.” “Good. Your tool felt real good earlier” He seemed to recognize me for a second, before he looked to the mess he was trying to beat. “Sorry man...It’s dead.” “That doesn’t matter to me.” I handed him another sports drink. Half way through, he remembered he need to piss. “Come here” I said, and guided him to the sling. Before he could wander off, I hopped up and positioned him at my hole. “I’m just going to hold this open and all you need to do is rest the head inside....” which, amazingly enough, he managed to do. Squeezing down gentey on his wounded dong, I wanted to form a seal without cutting of flow. “Did you get fucked tonight ?” I asked him. “Too much.” “No such thing” And then it hit me. He had started urinating in my bruised and inseminated rectum. He was hot. The speed had given him a fever, and his piss entered my body at a temperature four degrees warmer than my own. It Burned. It burned really good, but suddenly I couldn’t catch my breath. Breathing in through my nose, my heart exploded and I was having a Major Tom Lift Off moment. “Have you pissed at all tonight?” I kind of whispered as the air rushed out of my lugs. “No. I had to go for a long time but I kept forgetting. God your ass feels good..... your piss-hole...you dirty fucking human urinal.” I could barley hear his sweet talk as the taste of sharp undiluted urine exploded in my mouth and nose, the fire in my bloodstream spreading past my ears, igniting my scalp. He kept talking and emptying his bladder, but the latter was all I focused on. He wasn’t pulsing it our typing to making it last. He pissed as hard as he could, and my battered bowels twisted as I tried to keep up. He sighed and I cut him off. Before he could even free his corona from my grip, I Hoped out of the sling, solid on the ground like a monster fucker beside him, sending his battered little penis spraying the last of his twisted waste over my balls and jock strap. He looked stunned, but that was what I wanted. I grabbed him be the back of the neck and threw him down on the mattress in the corner. “How many people Fucked your little cunt?” I demanded. “I don’t know...” “WHAT!?!” “I didn’t count.... “YOU What?” “I didn’t.... pay attention....” “What kind of fucked up, third rate, spunk-junkie are you ?” He stammered, and my gut roared. Standing up had been too much. The hot piss enema was rushing out of my bowels and back into my colon, where the fire had first started and, suddenly, reignited. “Get me a that fucking gator aid bottle you left on the fucking floor you...” “Sorry, sorry, should I get a full one from you bag.....?” “I’ll tell you what the fuck yur supposed to do. Give it to me....” I ripped off the label. “Get over here and hold that under my ass” I said, squatting down next to him, and then I asked, “What kind of pig are you?” “A filthy piggy” he offered immediately. “Good boy. That’s what daddy likes to hear.” Even though I hated to do it, I couldn’t keep his sour sauce in my belly any longer, and squatting down, I began filling the jug with the roar of second hand chemical piss rushing out, in hope of being consumed again. And poor little filthy tweeker pig.... he didn’t know he was going to be the next one to consume it. Down on his belly, dry humping cold concrete, he said “God that looks beautiful. You got an amazing looking hole, dude...” “Not Dude... Dad...Call me Daddy”, kicking him again, bringing him back to the role he’d be playing for the next 10 to 20 hours. ...Fuck, I would need to renew my room, and cancel my daylight appointments.... at some point. “Get your little sperm-bank up in the sling, and daddy’s gonna count how many wads your sweet twat has already gobbled up. But first, I’m going to have to tie you up.” With just a few ounces of chemically saturated liquid, this little fucker had ruined my plans for a very productive weekend, and I was going to make him pay. 12 inches of an 18 inch double-header pushed up inside his goopy gut only seconds after I’d secured his little hands to the chains behind his head. Yes, I should have sucked the hole first, but I wasn’t too rational at that point. Pounding his innards was my only goal. Pulling my smallest ass sound out of him like a dipstick, I could see and taste the guys who had been up inside him before me, or at least their biological business cards, some strands as thick and clumpy as gobs of chewing gum. Pushing the dildo back in him, I crammed their cum further up inside the sick little fuck-chute. Licking around his hole while the marital aid slipped in and out of him got to be too much for my swollen dick. Having sucked three loads with my own butt, my nuts were recharged, and soon I buried my shaft as deep into the boy’s belly as I could, without removing the other long pink probe. Double fucking him felt too good for words, feeling the slimy surrogate rubbing along side my veiny tool. Part of me want to wait for a human partner to DP his boy-twat, but I knew the speed would kill my dick any second, so I didn’t. His well reamed ring gripped dick and starting sucking. Rocking against me, his jet black pupils tried to focus, his deranged mind tried to figure out how I was violating both his colon and his bowels at the same time. His cum greedy cunt clamped and released, clamped and released, trying to pull my balls into his body. “Please Daddy,” he begged, “please breed my ass. I’ll be a good boy..... please Pappa... Wad and wad of ejaculate rushed from my body into his, while I worked the wand faster and deeper. How great it would have been to feel some other guy unload with his cock next to mine, but al that point, I could care less that the warm latex wasn’t so lifelike. Instead, I started pissing, filling him up with every ounce of urine inside me. My jacked up body trembled like I was have one long, slow endless orgasm, pumping ounce after ounce of urine into him. His sphincter tried to clamp down on my dick and the dildo, attempting to form a water tight seal, but I kept using the double header as I let loose. His body convulsed from the ongoing assault. Reaching for a butt-plug from the bedside, I told him not to loose a drop, which was damn near impossible considering how much I’d banged up his hole. Quickly, as I stuffed the fat kunt-stopper into position, I pulled the warm and wet rubber monster out of his cum-catcher, gave it a few licks before siding the slimy dildo as far up into my own gut as I could. I wouldn’t be using my own cum-club for another ten hours, but my burning insides didn’t care in the least. Even on his back, his belly bloated as the plug held my piss in place. Now I knew how I could get the other guys jizz out of him, but first, I though I would let him marinate for a few minutes as I reamed myself with the rubber beast. Getting all 18 inches in intestines made me realize it was time to switch to something longer and thicker. Cold latex took longer to push in than the gut-warmed toy I’d pulled out of the boy, so as I let my own weight do the work for me, I focused on the buffet before me. Using my thumb to keep the pug from popping out, I licked around the over-stretched asslips. My drug saturated brain wanted to rip the plug out and start draining him right away, but the tiny rational part of me knew his soup would taste nastier the longer he soaked. Instead, I took a few minuted to feast on his flaccid little cock and balls. I couldn’t help but rub my teeth along the shredded flesh, raw from the constant friction he’d applied since the crystal killed his cock, while he cried out and fought against the restraints. His formerly massive meat now fit easily inside my gob, along with his hairless little balls. Every few minutes I would spit them out and try to comfort him with words of encouragement, telling him what a good boy he was, and how proud I was of Daddy’s little urinal, but it didn’t help- his swollen guts and chapped pizzle hurt too much. He kept whimpering. Very soon now, I would need to gag him. But first.... the plug. “When I tell you, I want you to fart for Daddy, okay ?” “That’s fucking disgusting,” he whimpered, but he was just pointing out the obvious. Grabbing the warm jug off the floor, I saw we’d filled a third of it, with sharp yellow piss and a layer of clotted white mucus floating on top. Having done this sort of this before, I knew I’d get splashed a little, but I didn’t want to wash any more of it than I had too. In a split second, I yanked out the fat plug, and covered his aching anus with my mouth. He wouldn’t need any coaching as the warm, rancid enema rushed out of his belly and into mine. I tasted and teased the tiny tears in his sphincter. Whoever had been fucking him before me didn’t bother with lube. No way to tell what was urine and what was cum, but I held the jug under my chin to catch some of the overflow, as the rest of our shared waste washed down my beard and soaked through my tank top into my chest hair. Did I black out? Had I drowned and gone to heaven ? Time stopped as I gulped and gulped and gargled. Moaning in relief, his bound legs twitched as nature pulled the piss out of his anus and into my mouth, my nose, my throat and bottomless belly. My own urine tasted much mellower than his, but isn’t that always the case? Soon the flood slowed to a trickle, and I took a moment to slam the fat plug back in. He shrieked. It would take a few minutes for his bowels to realign and release the rest, so I checked out the fully filled bottle in my hand. Bound bitch or not, I had to thank him, so I stood and walked around to his head. Can you believe he didn’t want to kiss his daddy? It didn’t stop me from wrapping my soggy lips around his mouth cunt. He didn’t fight it and soon, he was trying to suck his slime from my tonsils. “Thirsty ?” I asked. He looked confused before seeing me lift the liter of our combined juices to my lips. “NO!” he protested, but I told him if he wasn’t a good boy I would just have to pour it up his nose. After filling my own mouth, I pressed my lips to his and let a slow stream spit into his hungry gullet. “Now that wasn’t so bad....” I said, before bringing our improvised urinal to his lips. “Don’t swallow,” I commanded, “just hold that sewage in your mouth for a few minutes.... Didn’t you call me a filthy fucking human toilet a few minutes ago? Try and say it again while holding on to the piss of two men and the cum-loads of another ten in you mouth.” Now, he was blissing out. Having crossed the line in to degradation, he embraced it, making me so proud of my boy. Placing my lips again his, I sucked our piss out of his mouth and spit it back in until bubbly white foam formed around our lips. Pouring the jug slowly, I watched him drink, wishing I had a baby bottle for him. “Goood toilet boy, I whispered, “Drink daddy’s douche water.” Before he could swallow any more, I took the bottle way from him and returned to face is ass. This time, I was much gentler as a removed the plug. Once he was completely drained, I knew I that would eventually need to get up and open the door in order to let the gang bang begin. But for a while, I was content to watch him fart out squirts of my salty yellow waste mixed with the gobs of cock snot that he had tried to hide from his papa. As his asshole inverted, showing off his shiny red colon, I lost myself, nursing on his dripping rosebud. Cuming soon: GUT RUSH Part 2- USED CONDOM SURPRISE

"I told you he nasTy," Ivan declared as Roberto stood stunned by the bedroom door, looking around the dark interior, my blackout shade pulled down at the window. The sling was set up near one corner. The rimchair was on the floor nearby. On a tripod I had my HD vidcam set up that was tethered to the flat screen. Fisting porn was playing, some home-made action of strangers that was passed on to me by an FF Daddy I played with occasionally. Three hot men were on the screen; the bottom sitting on some chair with the seat taken out, his legs spread wide, a HUGE hole that was getting punch-fucked by the second guy, while the third man twisted the bottom's nipples as he kissed him deep. In the background, I had a dark, electronic playlist playing, casting even more erotic shadows in the room. "Holy shit," Roberto gasped. He walked in the room and placed the parTy kit on an end table that had lube, poppers, several bottles of Gatorade and other shit. At one end of my queen size bed I had an assortment of toys and other play gear. The bed was covered in a black vinyl playsheet as were the pillows and the floor under the sling and rimchair. The floor crackled as we all walked into the room. Roberto grabbed a large, hard plastic tube that had a clear acrylic shaft in the center about 8" long and 2” in diameter with a hand pump on the other end. "What isTHIS?" He looked at me puzzled. "You'll find out..." I smirked at Roberto, then at Ivan, "...later." I let go of Ivan's hand and walked towards the table and grabbed some small items, as I sat by one side of the bed. I opened my palm out with two blue pills. "Here-take this," I offered both men as I unscrewed the top of one of the Gatorade bottles. Ivan winked at me and smiled. He grabbed the drink from me and swallowed his pill quickly; Roberto followed, smiling. "How are you guys doing?" I asked, checking in. Myself : I was FLYING yet comfortable. The G was still in effect from what I could sense. My hole wanted more attention. "I good," Ivan replied, very matter-of-fact. "Yeah, me too," Roberto chimed in. They both stood in front of me, massaging their large mounds of horny cock under their jockstraps. I leaned forward and grabbed a small plastic bottle and unscrewed the cap. Inside were several cotton balls, soaked in REAL poppers that I had ordered through a connection on asspig.com. I had poured it earlier while anticipating some assplay. The cotton balls were wet and moist, the strong aroma rising up from the container. I took deep breaths, inhaling through my nose, and one big one through my mouth. Then I closed the cap. I looked up at Ivan with a new hunger. He was still squeezing his bulge on his jock. I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned forward, brushed his hand aside and started massaging the huge mound of flesh underneath the stretched cotton. MAN-DID THAT FEEL GOOD! It felt THICK and HEAVY and WARM! I kept playing with it, squeezing it soft, then a hard, firm grasp, then soft again. "That good, Boy," he moaned, under his breath. I pulled the cloth of the crotch aside and grabbed that Russian massive tool. I pulled it all the way out, exposing his massive balls also. He was leaking a lot of pre-cum which I rubbed back on his shaft. "Awwww...FUCK!!!" Ivan yelled. I leaned over closer and took the big head into my mouth slowly. I wanted to savor his dick. It had been months since our initial meeting and I had forgotten what an incredible piece of meat Ivan had. I licked at the head with my tongue and then S L O W L Y started sucking the thick shaft into my mouth. I did this as leisurely as I could; there was no rush, no agenda. I took him one slow inch at a time, that time stretching further in reality as we all were riding. I wanted to make his cock love every second of it. The poppers hit earlier was having its effect. My mouth was getting used to being stretched wide. I continued sucking slow and gentle, letting gobs of my saliva lubricate the shaft. After a minute (or was it ten minutes?), the head pierced the back of my throat. I gasped for a second and he sensed me. Ivan moved a little and grabbed the poppers and unscrewed it, took a whiff from the container for himself and then held it under both of my nostrils. WHOA!!!! BOOM!!! FUCK!!! With all the T and G from earlier I just went into OVERDRIVE!!! I sucked that thick shaft deeper as my throat muscles relaxed. I took deep breaths through my nose to allow oxygen and to relax, to get my throat loose and open. My mouth wanted it but my mind CRAVED it. His cock sank further into my throat, glided by all the saliva that was dripping from my mouth, creating little puddles on the vinyl playsheet on the floor. In the background, Quantec’s beat took us to another level, the bass getting deeper and deeper. "HOLY SHIT!!!!" Roberto screamed. "Look at him take your fucking monster! HOLY FUCK!!!" My eyes were closed. I was lost in another state wherein pleasing this massive cock was my only concern. Ivan thrusted deeper into my throat as another inch sank further in. This angle was uncomfortable with me sitting at the edge of the bed. Ivan was thrusting his fat cock deeper into my throat. I moved carefully, trying not to let Ivan pull out, keeping him where he was in my throat, wanting him inside me. I slowly got off the bed and gently kneeled in front of Ivan, getting a better angle to take him D E E P E R. I took another strong inhale of oxygen from my nose, helping my throat muscles relax, eyes still closed, visualizing in my flying head that monster fucking my HUNGRY mouth and throat. “OH MANNNNNN…..” Ivan moaned. My eyes opened as I looked up and witnessed his head leaning back in utter satisfaction. “FUCK YEAH!!!” Roberto cheered. “FUCK THAT MANPUSSY’S MOUTH!!! HOLY FUCKING SHITTTTT!!!!” Roberto leaned over to Ivan and with both hands started to gently squeeze Ivan’s nipples. Ivan rolled his head violently, moaning even more. I closed my eyes again, lost in the weight of the massive Russian dick impaled in my throat, slowly creeping in, further and further. I convulsed my throat muscles, massaging his shaft from the head to the base, as his thick tool sank and sank into my hungry vocal tunnel. I sucked hard. Then I sucked soft. I alternated back and forth, back and forth, hard, hard, soft, hard. Soft, soft, hard, soft. Ivan grabbed the back of my head and started to FUCK MY THROAT!!! He wasn’t being gentle! I started to gag and then Roberto pulled me away from the Russian tool, but not all the way out, just enough to…feed me more poppers! Y E A H !!!! I opened my eyes and winked at Roberto in appreciation. He placed the poppers container under Ivan’s nose also. Ivan took deep inhales and cocked his head back wildly, groaning loudly over the deep bass enveloping the room, shadows sinking around us. Ivan GRABBED the back of my head and PUSHED VERY HARD towards his crotch. The poppers HIT me! I was now breathing rapidly through my nose, taking as much oxygen to relax my throat, just let it get looser and looser for the violent invasion. OHHHHH…I breathed, whenever there was a gap between my throat, mouth and Ivan’s thick, massive meat. It seemed to get BIGGER!!! Was that my fucking high imagination? And then I realized the blue pill was having it’s effect: his tool was getting bigger, firmer, H A R D E R. The weight was increasing in my throat. But I didn’t care. I was so fucking high, horny and relaxed that my throat opened up more. “Uhhhhhh…..” Ivan moaned, sensing my skills, the pressure of his hands at the back of my head, pushing me towards his groin. I could barely breathe but somehow managed. The poppers was still in effect so my throat continued to relax. I slowly started to massage the base of his cock, chewing lightly just with my lips, keeping my teeth away, putting pressure on my lips, then loosening that pressure, than adding more tightness, grabbing his tool, like a pulsing pussy. Ivan gasped, looking at me, in a SICK, TWISTED gaze. He pulled his cock out a bit, just an inch or two. I moaned in regret. Ivan pushed back in slowly. I moaned in ecstasy. He pulled out again, a few more inches stolen from my hungry throat. I moaned in desperation! He FUCKED INTO ME HARD!!! And then he PULLED OUT FAST!!! AND THEN HE PUSHED BACK IN MY THROAT EVEN FASTER!!! IN AND OUT!!! IN AND OUT!!! IN AND OUT IN RAPID SUCESSION!!! I moaned in pain, but it was a GREAT PAIN. The blackness consumed me as I could only hear the dark, dark, deep bass of the music coming down on us like an increasing weight. “GODDAMMMNITTTTT!” Ivan yelled, thrusting further into my throat, my nose at his pubic hair. OH FUCK, I moaned somehow to myself. Ivan thrust harder and harder, convulsing as he CAME!!! “FUCKKKKKK!!!!” he yelled, louder, his gasps blending with the thunderous bass. A thick rope of cum was coating my throat, my mouth. Spasms from his thick cock pulsed inside my throat as I tasted him, the bitterness of his cum hit me like a strange, unfamiliar flavor. “Awwww,..FUCK!!! You are BAD BOY!” And then he abruptly pulled out, panting, catching his breath. I jerked forward and sucked the head of his thick, still-fucking-HARD-dick, and savored as much of that Russian bitter juice that was still dripping from the head of his cock. I wanted more. He pulled away, pushing my head and still very hungry mouth away. “HOLY FUCKKK!!! ,” Ivan thanked me, spent. He was still HARD AS A ROCK. The thick monster stuck out, like an evil tool, glistening with my saliva mixed with his cum. I still wanted that dick, my hunger was still overtaking me. I grabbed his shaft with my left hand, massaging with our created natural lubrication, jerking his cock. "FUCK IT!!! STOP NOW!!!" Ivan shouted, almost angry. He grabbed that rock-hard tool away from me and took a step back, his head jerking side to side. His cock was over-stimulated so he kept it away from my reach. I saw a drop of cum leak out of the tip of his dick. Ivan was still catching his breath. He grabbed some Gatorade and drank it quickly. He then walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down to take a break, rest. He looked glazed, content, and yet there was a hint of an underlying hunger still in his eyes. I winked at him as I wiped the saliva and cum mixture on the edge of my lips with my tongue. Roberto suddenly grabbed me from my upper arm and pulled me up from the floor until I was standing beside him, both of his arms now enveloping me as he lunged towards my mouth, his lips over mine, his mouth swallowing mine. His tongue raped me, trying to grab and taste what was left of Ivan’s cum on my tongue, the walls of my mouth, my gums. I was breathing rapidly again, as I was so fucking turned on by everything! And then Roberto pulled away. “Get back on the bed,” he said, gently. I did as was told. Roberto motioned for me to roll over, on my back. “Turn around so your head is over the edge of the bed,” he directed. I love a man commanding me. He gave me the poppers bottle and told me to take some big hits. I did and he sampled it himself. I laid back, head cocked over the side of the mattress. The vinyl playsheet crackled as I adjusted myself. Roberto leaned in closer facing me. He was still massaging the crotch of his jock. And then he stopped, grabbed the waistband of the jock with both hands and took it off in a sudden motion and kicked it aside. WOW! What a beautiful dick! It was not at thick as Ivan's monster but it made up for it in length. Roberto definitely had an extra inch or so on Ivan. He was uncut and the foreskin was pulled tight past the crown of his head. His dick was a shade darker than the rest of his body. It looked picture perfect. I cocked my head more at an angle and opened my mouth. Roberto stepped forward and pushed that snake in. Thank god for Ivan's face-fucking earlier! My mouth was stretched and lubricated, not to mention HUNGRY. His cock slid in easily. I massaged the shaft with my mouth and he groaned. I sucked carefully, cautiously as this was new for both of us. I pulled gently on his foreskin with my teeth and then released as I built up a vacuum motion with my lips and throat. His foreskin loosened around the head of his cock. I closed my eyes and visualized my effort as if a nano-cam were in my mouth. I was clearly flying. I sucked that foreskin further into my mouth and then gently with the tip of my tongue spelled out my appreciation slowly clockwise, then counterclockwise. Roberto trembled, silent but his body gave me every indication of its pleasure. I sucked and sucked loving the difference of his flavor, the cock’s weight, it’s girth, and firmness compared to Ivan’s massive tool from earlier. Time passed without measure. Roberto pushed deeper as the head touched the back of my throat. I moved the angle of my head slightly and took a deep, deep breath from my nose, getting as much oxygen as I could. Roberto pushed further in as that snake found its way. WHOA!!!! It was an amazing feeling of fullness, not as heavy as Ivan from earlier, but just as impressive. And clearly the blue pill had its effect also. I fucking love that EXTRA firmness! Clearly sucking Ivan earlier helped; my throat was really relaxed and all the drugs in combination were adding to the sensation. Roberto pushed in another inch or so, carefully, sizing me up, making sure I could take it. He was definitely longer than Ivan's tool. "GODDAMNITTT!!!" Roberto screamed. He stroked my head, then both hands started twisting and squeezing my nipples gently, "You are such a fucking amazing manpussy!" I leaned my head back more, changing my angle to allow him better access. Roberto started to fuck my throat slowly, just pulling out an inch or two, then slowly back in. He twisted my left nipple and pinched the right. I moaned. That did the trick as my throat opened more. He continued to fuck my throat like that, just a slow, steady rhythm. I took as much air in as I could when he pulled out for those few seconds. My throat would relax as he would then push and fuck me with that snake. I was getting used to the face-fucking when I felt Ivan spread my legs and then suddenly with force, he pushed one or more fingers into my mancunt. I couldn't really tell how many fingers he was using as I was too lost with Roberto's long tool pushing deeper into my throat. "Wow", Ivan finally spoke. "His mancunt hungry." The thick fingers jabbed in and out, rapidly, rough and firm. Roberto was still twisting my nipples, not too hard, just enough tightness in the pinch that made me groan. You could hear his tool slide in and out of my throat, my mouth becoming a wet, slippery tunnel as I produced gobs of saliva that was coating his long dick, dripping out of my mouth, streaking down the sides of my face, my chin and onto the floor. In between my legs Ivan finger-fucked me furiously. He was breathing rapidly again. We all were as the deep bass of the music seemed to envelope us. Boom. Fuck. BOOM!!! Ivan jabbed at my needy hole more violently. Roberto picked up his pace, the gentleness now fading in his strokes, his fingers squeezing my nipples with more abandon, more force. Fuck. Boom. FUCK!!! I was being pounded rougher on both ends, the sensation blending into one, so that my body felt as if it were floating, a weightless vehicle for their entry, their force, their pleasure. Flying. "AWWW........FUCKKKKK!!!" Roberto jerked forward with an unexpected violence that the end of his dick felt like a painful stab in my throat. I tried to breathe deeper and not gag. He held firm and squeezed my nipples tighter now that I was groaning in pleasure that was mixed with tolerable pain. He held still as his cock pulsed deep in my throat, his cum exploding inside that even the force of it made me almost gag again. Ivan sensed what was going on and added another finger, thrusting hard into my mancunt. I spread my legs further, bending my knees to allow him more access. Roberto kept ejaculating and I just kept swallowing, allowing my throat muscles to expand and contract, massaging his cock that still pulsed inside me. "AAAAGGGHHHH!!!" He groaned some more and then very carefully and slowly pulled his long tool out of my throat. I kept sucking on it, trying to pull it back, but Roberto was over-stimulated. He stopped pinching on my nipples and with both hands now on my shoulders, jerked himself away from me. "HOLY FUCK!!!" He stepped back. My head was still leaning at the edge of the bed, some of his cum now dripping off the right corner of my mouth. I stared at him upside down, at his crotch, his dick wet and juicy, hanging down on its own weight and STILL HARD! "That was fucking GREAT!" Roberto exclaimed. "Abrigado," he said appreciatively, leaning down and kissing me passionately, his tongue savoring his own cum mixed with all my saliva and throat lubrication. Ivan stopped finger-fucking me suddenly. He pulled my knees forward to him, straightening my legs on the bed then grabbed my thighs with an immediate force and pulled harder on my body so my head was on the mattress. He then lunged himself on top of me; his big, burly body and all it's weight pressing down on me. Roberto repositioned himself, his lips over mine. Ivan leaned in and joined in our kissing dance, his rough tongue mixing with Roberto and mine, each of them tasting the manjuice that I had eagerly earned from both of them. "You such bad, bad Boy," Ivan whispered, as the bass from the music drowned over us. Boom. Boom. BOOM!!!

The Stealth Bomber, Episode 3: Hotel Hunting Grounds – As the college boy bent over to pick up a bar napkin that had dropped on the floor I could not help to think that his ass reminded me of a pan of hot biscuits in those tan khakis he was wearing and I decided then and there that I had the perfect buttery topping his hole needed. Along with Ernest, I have several regulars I fuck because they all have something they can offer me beyond being the dumb, cum craving cunts that they are – and one of those was Nick, the General Manager of a Courtyard Hotel next to a local university in DC where I used to rent rooms on occasion to bring negative asses back to breed and infect. Like most predators, I never took my prey to my den or home. He was working the front desk when I first met him, and on my second night there he offered to upgrade me to a suite. I went to the desk to get the key, Nick offered to help me with my bags, and within 30-seconds of the suite door closing he was on his knees, sucking my big dick, and 60-seconds later had my raw dick in his ass, which was soon sloppy with my poz cum. I loaded him up on a regular basis, and part of our routine now was me telling him about how I bred someone on his staff or a guest at his hotel whenever I used his cunt. Nick loved it and had called me to let me know they had a new college kid working the lounge and asked me if I might be interested. My rooms were always comped now, and Nick put me up in one of the suites whenever he could. Tonight I had a suite at the end of the hall on the 7th floor next to the maid’s closet and by the stairwell, so my privacy was ensured. I went back to watching the college boy for a few more minutes and decided yes, he would do just fine for tonight. The past two weeks had been crazy busy at work and very stressful, and without any negative ass to breed I was angry, frustrated, and my balls were more than pent up. It was a Thursday night, so the lounge had the usual mix of business men who were tired after a long day of traveling or meetings and all looking forward to get home to their wives and families. I picked a quiet table in the corner where I could watch the boy and the entire lounge and soon the boy approached, looking a bit frazzled. “Hi, my name’s Deklin, I’ll be your server tonight. We have some appetizers and stuff over there if you like and what can I get you to drink?” I took a moment to look the boy up and down. Deklin was fairly short, blond, pale white skin with a bit of late-teenage acne, and for a skinny boy had a nice little ass on him. I met Deklin’s eyes and could see that my once-over had made him a little nervous, good, I then said, “Rum and coke, heavy on the rum please.” As Deklin walked over to the bar area to make my drink, his ass cheeks shifted in his khakis with each step and I knew I would have to give Nick a special thank you for this one. Deklin returned, spilling most my drink as he set it down, his hand shaking, “I’m…I’m… fuck…I’m so sorry Mister, I just…It’s been a busy night and I’m the only one working…and..” I firmly grabbed his wrist as he was hastily trying to mop up the spill and as his eyes filled with fear I said, “Relax guy. It’s OK, really. It’s no big deal. It’s just a drink, right? Let me guess, you’re new here? I come here often and this is the first time I’ve seen you. Deklin, right? Nice name. Don’t worry about it, but hey, how about this one you make double for me, O.K.?” I slowly released my grasp on his wrist as Deklin continued to stare at me, his hand still shaking slightly, he then nodded, finished cleaning my table off and went back to the bar and quickly returned with a new drink. “Thank you Sir, I’m sorry – again – I...yeah I’m new here and thanks for not being a dick…ummm I mean not being angry. I really need this job, but this shit is harder than I thought.” I laughed along with Deklin at that and inside liked how he was fighting to play the clean-cut professional server. The boy knew how to make a good drink and I continued to watch him as he worked and caught him glancing my way several times, a flash of fear marking his face each time I caught him, but I could only smile. Yes, I was going to enjoy stealthing his negative cunt for sure. Deklin brought me a fresh drink, I grabbed his wrist again, a little harder this time and said, “It looks like your other guests are all doing OK. Tell me about yourself Deklin, you’re in school at the university? What are you studying? Where did you grow up?” I loosened my grip as Deklin nervously began to tell the short version of his life story, how he was having to work double shifts because he needed the money, how he missed his girlfriend back home, how his parents were the best ever, blah blah blah. I smiled, nodded, and to him appeared to utterly enjoy what he was saying, but in my mind I was reviewing the many ways in which I planned to fuck him and how I knew I would add his name to my ledger of stealth breeding conquests. As the evening wore on, I continued to put away the drinks and Deklin relaxed more and more as we continued to chat, even asking me about my ‘wife’ as he noticed the gold wedding band I had on my hand. Soon I was the only one left in the lounge area, so I got up from my table, walked up to where Deklin was restocking supplies and asked, “Could you do one more thing for me?” Deklin jumped a little as he turned and found me standing so close I was practically pushing his body against the bar. His eyes darted back and forth, the instinct of the prey looking to flee from the predator taking hold, so I grabbed his wrist again and said, “Before I settle my bill, can we add one more item for room service?” Deklin stammered, “Umm, sorry, but we don’t do room service here…we….” I shook my head a little and said, “I understand, but I’m looking to drink some more so how’s this. Let me sign one of your tickets and note my room number. Go ahead and ring up my tab, but also charge me for a full bottle of that rum, a six-pack of coke, a bucket of ice, and add a nice tip for yourself and charge it all to my room. Finish up your work and after your shift officially ends, put my order in a bag and bring it up to my room for. I’ll see you within 20 minutes, and here’s a little something for your trouble.” As I walked away I turned and saw Deklin staring at the $100 bill I had just given him and then at me, so I casually waved, and made my way back to my suite. I unpacked my supplies including some lube, fuck towels, poppers, and more, tuned the TV to one of the pay-for-porn channels, got undressed, and waited. My 9-inch dick was growing and drooling in anticipation and my balls were shifting from side to side as the cum churned, eager to get out. At the 18-minute mark there was a soft knock on my door. I opened the door to find Deklin with my order, and stood behind the door as I let him in, put the DO NOT DISTURB SIGN on the handle, and bolted and locked it. I turned and Deklin was staring at the porn on the TV, some chick being ass fucked and he jumped a little as I walked up beside him and said, “Fucking hot scene huh?” Deklin then turned to me, his eyes wide, and his mouth then dropped totally open as he realized I was completely naked. “Umm…I…I..” Deklin stammered as he stared at my semi-hard dick. I laughed, “I thought I might have time to hop in the shower, and didn’t realize the time. Thanks, come on, join me for a drink, I know you had a long night too.” I poured myself a rum and coke, and when I offered him one he shook his said, “I…I.. can’t. I have to be back on shift at 5:00 a.m. to help cover breakfast...I...I…” Fear was all over his face now as I stepped over to him, my pre-cumming dick gently brushing against the hand at his side as I said, “No worries guy, I understand, but at least hang with me a moment. Alright?” Deklin shook his head and I wandered into the bedroom where I had the same movie playing and causally sat on the bed. Deklin nervously came and sat beside me and I could see him looking down at my dick as it twitched and bounced. After a couple of minutes I looked over at Deklin who could not take his eyes off my dick as it streamed precum, sensing a negative hole was so close. “Like what you see guy? It’s OK, touch it. I like showing it, why don’t you go ahead and slide your pants off. Let me see yours.” Deklin shook his head no and started to get up, but I grabbed his wrist hard, making him flinch and yelp a little, my voice getting more serious, “You need your job right? I think you need to do what I say. You were checking me out all night, and I’m horny as shit. I am sure the security cameras caught you taking my $100, would be a shame if when I’m asked about that I told them that instead of a tip, it was because you had propositioned me and offered to give me a blow job.” Deklin’s face went even whiter, his eyes were bulging with fear, his whole body was shaking a little, and my dick was straining as the blood engorged it for the breeding to come. “Do we understand each other?” I asked, “Good, now, slide your pants off, get on your knees, and suck my dick.” While Deklin sat back down on the bed and removed his shoes, I closed and locked the bedroom door, turned, and watched him shake almost uncontrollably as he slid his pants down and they puddled around his ankles before he pulled his feet out. “Now your underwear too,” I growled. Deklin shifted his white briefs down and quickly covered his hard little dick with his hands, yeah the boy may be scared but his dick knew what his body really wanted. I walked to the end of the bed, my raging dick needing attention. “Have you ever sucked a dick before? No? I find that hard to believe with lips like yours, lips just like my wife’s, just lean forward and open your mouth and wrap your lips around the head.” I don’t know why, but it always makes them more comfortable to think the dick they’re sucking is ‘straight’. Anyways, Deklin squinted his eyes shut, his whole body still shaking as he leaned forward, I grabbed the back of his head and forced his open mouth onto the end of my dick as he was now huffing and breathing hard like a horse that had just run the Derby. “OUCH!” I slapped the side of his head as his teeth had clamped down on my dick. Deklin looked up at me, his eyes wider now, tears puddling, the fear over taking him – good. “Open your mouth wide this time, and watch those fucking teeth. That’s better, good, that’s better, OUCH!” Fuck, this is not going to work. Get your ass up on the bed, you got me all worked up now and since you can’t suck dick I’m going to need your ass.” Deklin scrambled off the bed and said, “No, NO, NO, I can’t…I’m not….No, please Sir, I’ll do anything…I didn’t mean, I won’t tell no one, I promise, …I…” I smiled, grabbed both of his wrists intent on leaving a mark, “You’ll do anything? That’s exactly what I needed to hear. See those pillows? Get those pillows and put them here on the end of the bed, then sit as close to the edge as you can lay back with your legs up.” I let go of Deklin’s wrists, he rubbed them quickly as he walked to the other end of the bed, grabbed a couple pillows and sat on them as order. As he laid back onto the bed to raise his legs, I bent down, grabbed his ankles, and flipped him fully back, yes, the perfect angle. “Hold your legs back just like that. I won’t fuck you, I promise, I just want to look at your ass and maybe play with your hole a little while I jack off. That’s it, OK? Good, yes, just like that, sure you don’t want a drink? OK, this will feel a little cold, but its just some lube, see, just rubbing some lube on you, how does that feel? Good right? Good. I can tell you like that, see how hard your dick is? Ok now, just a little pressure at your hole, that’s it, it’s just my finger, now don’t move, keep your legs like that so I can see your ass. Good, see that’s all I want, just to tease your hole and make us both feel good. I can tell you’ve never been fucked before right? No worries guy, it’s OK, here, just feel my finger a little, shit you’re tight, here just let me slide my finger in your ass.” Deklin’s cock spasmed, his whole body tensed, and he cried out as my finger jammed his prostate and his little dick shot a big teenage load all over his chest without ever touching himself. He let his legs drop, my finger still in his ass as he tried to sit up, which drove my finger in deeper. With my other hand I pushed him back down, leaned over him and said, “NO, you may be done, but I’m not,” and then I bent over further and licked the fresh load – his last negative load- off of his stomach and chest making Deklin moan a little as my tongue slid across his nipples. Deklin raised his legs back and I gently began fingering his hole, feeling his virgin cherry pulse and squeeze my finger as I used my other hand to lube up my dick, fuck he was tight. After a couple minutes of me telling him how I liked watching that, his dick was fully hard again and I knew he was enjoying it too and wanted more, “You like that guy? Doesn’t that feel good? See, I told you I would make you feel good.” I removed that finger and it was not time to move this along as my balls were literally aching now to unload. I took my right index finger, the one with the longer nail, and gently slid it in his hole and began massaging his prostrate again. Deklin was moaning a little louder now, so I turned my finger a little and scraped at his guts. He almost sat up again begging me to stop, but I pushed him back and said, “It’s OK, it’s OK, just give it a second, this will feel good too I promise. Look how hard you have me man, a little bit more and I can cum, OK.” I kept clawing at his ass with every few thrusts of my finger and Deklin started squirming more and more, and trying to pull away. Nothing pisses me off more than a bottom dick tease and my anger and frustration were growing so I dug my nail in as deep as I could and scraped his guts hard as I pulled my finger it, a little stream of blood coming with it as his pucker closed back shut. Deklin sat up, the tears welling in his eyes again, “I’m sorry, just lay back, I promise I won’t do that again,” I said. The boy was shaking now, but he did as ordered as I told him, “See, I’m just rubbing the outside again, let me jack off against your hole, feel that? Feel how hot my dick is against your ass, oh that feels good guy, so good. Here, put your ankles up on my shoulders so I can get a better angle to watch.” Poor boy had no idea what was coming as he did as I ordered and with his ankles up over my shoulders I leaned over his little body on the bed, my dick nestling against his hole, his eyes full of fear, his body shaking, as I grabbed his wrists and lifted his arms over his head and held them together with my left hand. “You said you’d do anything to make me feel good right?” I whispered as I looked into his innocent face, “Tell me again, tell me again, please, I’m so close, I just need to hear you say that.” Deklin softly murmured, “I’ll…I’ll… do do anything, I promise, I’ll...do anything. Just please, I’ll do anything, I’ll do anything,” he repeated. It was time. “I’m almost there guy, feel how hard my dick is, I’m jerking off against your hole, let me hear you say ‘Fuck me, please fuck me,’ let me hear you say that, just say that and I think I can cum. Can you say that? Say ‘Fuck me, please fuck me’ while I jack off.” While I waited for Deklin to reply I jacked my dick fast and furious like I was close, but in reality I was far from it, but he did not know that. His fear now laced through his voice as he said, “Yes, fuck me, please fuck me. Please cum. Fuck me, please fuck me.” No sooner had those words left his cock-sucking lips then I held his arms tight, pushed his legs up and back further, and dropped my weight down on the boy, slamming the head of my raw dick into his virgin ass, feeling his ass walls tear, and his gasps and cries fill the suite. Deklin’s whole body was shaking, his words were intelligible, but his dick was hard and I knew he wanted more, I wanted more, so I pushed in a little further making his back arch as he struggled to get away. The poppers were sitting right there and I could have eased his pain, but not yet, so I pushed a little more, and then rested. “It’s OK, it’s OK, I’m just giving you what you wanted, what you asked for, now shhh… this could have been so much easier, but if you like it rough, I am happy to give it.” I started to ram fuck Deklin’s ass as hard and as deep as I could and while he struggled at first, quicker than I expected he started to moan and his body began to move in time with mine. It wasn’t a conscious act, no, as his mind and mouth were still saying no, but his body was responding to the amazing sensations now overwhelming it of having another man inside him. His sweet tight ass was just too much and I could not hold back my first load any more and as I shot my infected cum inside of him, I leaned on top of his body and said, “Damn boy, you’ve got such a sweet hole on you. That was my first load, and since you said you will do anything, I think I have a few more to give you yet tonight.” Deklin groaned in pain and ecstasy as I slid my dick out of his ass, his cherry juice coating the bed’s comforter as his body went limp. I dug into my supplies on the side of the bed, pulled out my cotton square, lifted his legs back up and wiped at his freshly-fucked hole. The now red square would be added to my treasure chest as a reminder, along with the all others and as soon as I had tucked it away, I opened the poppers, held them up towards Deklin’s face and said, “Here, sniff these, I want that hole nice an relaxed for the next load.” When I was done breeding Deklin, he shakily sat on the edge of the bed and looked around in a daze, his eyes barely registering the evidence of what had just happened. I stood in front of him and said, “Here’s what happens next. I want you back here 30 minutes before your shift tomorrow morning as I wake up hard and horny. Understand? Yes, I know that is in only a couple of hours and I don’t give a fuck. Here’s another $100 for your trouble. I come here often and know the General Manager, so if the thought has run through your head that you will say something to anyone about this, think again. Remember, all I have to do is report that you offered to prostitute yourself during your shift, that you charged all that liquor to my room without my knowledge, that you came to my room after your shift which is against the rules, and when you tried to hustle me for more money after being a bitch cunt whore, I refused and now you are making up lies. Oh, and for additional proof, I can direct them to a few little cute freckles just above your ass. Who do you think they will believe? Me – or you?” Deklin hung his head, “I can’t hear you?” I said, “That’s better. Before you go, it looks like I am ready for another round now that we have come to an understanding as there’s nothing better than breeding a dumb cunt’s sloppy, used, hole. Bend over the bed.” Right on time at 4:30 a.m. Deklin was at my door, resigned to being a breeder’s cum hole again. This time I took it easy and fucked slow, hitting all the right spots and made his ass squirt like pussy. I shot my load, pulled out and said, “I don’t want you to be late, so you better get going. I will make sure to see you next time I come through, but in the meantime, see who else might be up for some fun. I had my eye on that cute boy in housekeeping. You know him? No? Well make friends as I am sure I will need some fresh towels.”

2 weeks ago in Palm Springs ( full details in my blog entry on here_ ) Had hoped for 57 loads for my 57th B day- the day went to hell with 2 limp cock and no others showing- so I did CCBC, hopped in a sling, and had a line of men breeding my hole one after the other. Number 2 or 3 bellowed as he came " take my fucking toxic load you slut"- which yielded another string of men fucking their loads up my hole. Got a few more later, and a fist -- everyone knew I was full of cum when I finally returned to the loungers by the pool <g>

Got paid for every load I took at a bathhouse. By the end of the night, my fuckhole was so full of spunk that it was spurting out cum as I walked around. I was farting cum for the next three days.

I love cock rings! I've attached a picture of me wearing my favorite one. As others have said, i love the firm grip they provide around the cock and this one lifts my balls up and away from the body just a tiny bit to provide extra swing/bounce when jerking off or getting fucked which feels awesome!

Got drunk and stoned at a porn theater and laid naked on the filthy floors as pigs pissed on me, sat on my face, and lifted my legs to fuck me.

Deviant Author’s Note: The details in this story were suggested by my buddy Psycho Mike, and fill me with disgust. MY Kinks can be summed up best in GUT RUSH 1 and 3. GUT RUSH 2: Demon Seed Little Tweeker Timmy looked so damn yummy tied up, spread eagle in that sling. His second hand chaps framed his smooth little butt, and his swollen red innards spilled out of his asshole, unable to retract after an hour or so of constant sucking and flooding. I knew I would need to use my fingers to push it back in before the guests arrived, but first I grabbed the greasy doorknob and opened the plywood door , exposing my bound begging boy’s hole to the passersby at the Z. Reaching past his shriveled and friction burned pizzle, I wrapped my raw hand around the slimy mass, blossoming out his anus and began to massage it back inside. “How ya doin’, son ? Ready to get fucked?” He nodded. “Ready for a bump?” I whispered. “Please daddy….” “Is it in your locker?” He looked scared for a second like he was worried I’d steal his stash. “You remember you’re the little fuck who got daddy fucked up? All I’m flying on is those second hand chemicals you pissed up in your poppa’s guts. I ain’t untying ya, so if you want a treat, you’ll have to tell daddy were to get it.” Poor little Tweeker didn’t know what to do. “Tell ya what, boy. I’m gonna need to see ten deposits of cock juice, before I give you that bump. Whenever you want to tell me where it is, I’ll be sure you’ll get it by load ten. Okay?” He nodded. “Now start tightening up for the nice gentlemen. I know a mean sperm donor who usually has that smelly dark room at the end of the hall” Again, Timmy’s eyes opened wide. He knew who I talking about. “So I’m going to need to gag you now, so you won’t cry for help and run away, or say “No” to any scabby, disease ridden pencil dick who wants to goop your guts. If you want your allowance, you’re going to have to serve all man kind.” Again the kid nodded. After going down the dimly lit hallway for less than 3 minutes, I returned to find a fully clothed guy of about 35, pounding away on Tweeker Timmy’s ass. The kid looked like he was in a lot of pain, so I looked down to see what was going on at the point of entry. The sick fucker was wearing a rubber. Obviously the synthetic latex and harsh spermicides burned the hell out of my poor boy’s asswalls. “Hey Sport, let me lube that up for you,” I offered. I dropped to my knees besides the kid’s cunt, and the dude in corduroy pants pulled out of the kid. He wore a Magnum, and the golden cock baggy was stuffed full. I took the rubber monster and started sucking the best I could. Thank God it was covered in a little ass juice, because the plastic and chemicals tasted like a dildo straight from the packaging. Unnatural. Nursing in the monster head, I very carefully chewed a small hole in the reservoir tip, before telling the guy to plug the kid good. A minute later Mr. Corduroy started blissing out. “God your ass feels so good. So fucking hot…. so fucking wet. Man, I’ve never felt such a sweet hole.” His breathing started getting heavier as his humping grew faster. “That’s it,” I coached him, “Pound it in there. …Keep pushing…. Don’t pull out. Give it to him.” He roared as Timmy’s body quaked from a very obvious and intense anal orgasm. “Squeeze it tight, Son,”I whispered to the boy, “don’t let go of the nice man’s dick.” “Jesus Fucking Christ!” Mister Corduroy said looking down at the nine and a half inches he pulled out. All that was left of the condom was the latex ring, bound around the cock’s base. I bent down to clean him off, but he jumped back. “That’s fucking disgusting”, he said, trying to stuff the slimy monster back in his pants. “Shit, shit, shit,” he kept repeating as he ran for the door, no doubt heading to someplace where he could scrub the remains of real sex from his poor delicate skin. “You better now, son?” He nodded and seemed to smile around the balled up jock strap stuffed in his mouth. “You guys sure scared the hell out of Nancy Boy, there.” My buddy said stepping into the room. “What can I say… for some reason, the condom broke.” Psycho Mike smiled. The only thing sicker than my tutor “Master Mike” were the demented bastards that sought out his services. To the best of my knowledge Mike was negative, but it was his life’s ambition to see every male in America, young or old, straight or gay, swimming with viral loaded spunk. As a rule, he only lent his service to the beautiful or the innocent because he thought they made the best carriers. He wasn’t an attractive man himself- heavy, middle aged, pale, but that didn’t stop hundreds of stunning young men from approaching him with their death wishes. Looking at the kid, bound and gagged in the sling, he gave a wolf whistled and pulled out his cell phone. “Hey Pooh, you stupid fucking Maggot” he said into the phone, “I wanted to let you know I found that thing you two were looking for….. uh huh… about 19, smooth, blond, tied up in a sling here choking on a jock. What ? I’ll ask. With that he turned to me asking "Is it fucked up ? Is it tweeking?” I nodded. “Perfect… Get you fat asses down here right now. I don’t know how long he’ll stay put" and with that he hung up the phone. “Timmy needs to get another ten loads before I give him his allowance. Do you mind baby sitting him for a few minutes while I run down and extend my stay? Also, he needs to drink some fluids I’m worried he’s dehydrating. I got a six pack there, if you want to share it with him." “I’d be glad to, son. Let me go get some of my tools.” “Hey dad…. do you have any of your special gummy treats with you tonight?” “A couple. Why? Are you hungry?” “I thought I’d share them with your little grandson here.” This made Mike smile one of his sickest smiles. Timmy didn’t have time to protest, because as Mike walked out, Creep Old Guy #1 wandered in. “Can I fuck the kid?” “He has a latex allergy” I warned. “That’s okay, so do I.” Dropping his towel, he stuffed his stubby little prick into the little blonds bowels and began to hump. The bars must have been closing, because the bathhouse was filling up quickly. In no time at all a line began to form. Creep Old Guy #1 grunted and creamed the kid’s innards, and was quickly replaced by Underage Tourist. Removing the key ring from the kid’s wrist, I whispered, “Just tell me when. Only eight more deposits to go." Mr. Sweet and Uncut, joined the line followed by Big Black Bill- not too pretty, but an amazing anatomical anomaly. More guys gathered to stroke off, pinch the boy’s tits, and watch the show. When I saw Psycho Mike in the crowd with his portable rim seat and other devices, I pulled a thick, permanent black marker from my bag, and wrote the word ‘TOILET’ on the kids hairless chest, with an arrow pointing up to his face. I explained to the crowd about the kid’s latex allergy, and mentioned that he was dying of thirst. Anyone who wasn’t pee shy, I told the studio audience, should just remove the stopper from his little urinal face, and then plug his bitch hole when they wanted to flush. Mike said he’d need the room to himself once his buddies showed up, but by that time, Creepy Old Fat Guy #2 was shouting and adding load number six to the boy’s bowels. Stinky Homeless Guy cleared the room with the smell from his priape alone, giving Mike more room to set up. I explained to the crazy old derelict that my son would need to clean under his foreskin before I could allow him to plug the boy’s butt, but he just smiled a toothless smile, as I pulled the piss soaked athletic supported from my ‘son’s’ hungry gullet. He wanted to protest, but the old guy was too quick for him and had stuffed the smelly cheese log down into the kid’s throat, before he could say, “No.” “Do you want daddy to go get your treat?” Desperately, Timmy shook his cock stuffed face in agreement. As I understood it, a foreskin that couldn’t retract could be a terribly painfully thing, but Stinky Homeless Guy seemed perfectly happy as I helped him guide his fetid hooded meat into the kid’s juiced up fuck canal. Tear’s formed in Timmy’s eyes, but still he sucked. “Get your tongue in up in that tight skin,” I instructed, trying not to wretch from the stink emanating for the old guys foul clothes and unwashed body. “Excuse me sir, but I think you need to pollute my boy’s little cunt now,” I said, replacing the stinking jock, and gently helping the man with his underwear around his ankle waddle round to the boy’s waiting sperm bank. Standing in the doorway, Master Mike’s two guest watched with a bazaar combination of fascination and disgust as the crazy old guy rambled on about the satellites and the gooks, and his mother, the whore. It didn’t make sense, but it didn’t matter to the filthy vagrant. Soon he was crying for his mommy, over and over again, as he blew wad after wad of thick backed up nut slime into my boy’s spasming insides. He didn’t bother to tuck is cock back into he rancid boxers as he wandered out the door, just as I didn’t bother to offer cleaning under his foreskin. In matching chaps and harnesses, the Leather Bears were dressed alike, and shaved a like and might have even been twin brothers if it weren’t for the different tattoos and cocks. Leather Bear 1 was born with a 6 inch fire plug, sticky out from above his hairy bloated tennis balls. Leather Bear 2 might have been a pumper if it weren’t for the upward trajectory of his long and swollen ram-rod. They shut the door behind them. Fire Plug Prick said to me, “You’re sure you don’t mind us doing this to your boy, Mister?” “Mind? It his Birthday. He’s been begging me for this since he was 10.” I assured them. “So did I lie, Maggot Brains ?”, Mike asked the bears, “Isn’t this what I promised you?” “He’s fucking perfect. Can we pay you when were done? No pockets.” “Show me what I taught you, and then we’ll worry about money.” “Hey there, son” Bear 1 said to Timmy, “I’m Paddington and this is Pooh, and we’re going to have to move you to the matt. Is it okay if we untie you…. For now?” Timmy dutifully nodded, the poor stupid little fuck. The bears removed the arm and ankle restraints, and lifted the kid out of the sweat wet rig, like he was a pillow, but before he could stretch his arms and legs, they dropped him on the ground and fell on top of him. He tried to struggle but each one of them weighed three times his weight, so not surprisingly soon, his arms were tied across his chest,rope tied around each ankle had been looped behind his neck, force his legs apart, exposing his pouting pucker and shredded baby junk. “Listen here, Fuck Hole - we’ve only got one question for you, and all you need to say is “Please, please No sir,’ and we’ll walk away right now. You understand?” The gagged punk nodded. Placing his hand over the kid jock filled mouth, he almost plugged the boys nose, as he bent down and began to growl. “Me and my buddy here have a very special strain of very evil, very toxic poison brewing in our nuts. We want to impregnate you with our demon seed. We want to pump you so full of our little death babies that you’ll be sneezing lethal snot for the rest of you very short junkie life. What do you say? Do you want to die tonight? Do you want us to club the life our of you with our hairy death-sticks? IF you wake up…. do you want to wake up as a carrier of our Hyper Viral death seed, spreading our filth to every dude or chick who touches your little dick for the rest of you very, very short, very stupid junkie life ? …… OR do you just want us to castrate you and leave?” Despite the disco droning outside, the room was silent. The boy looked me with wide eyes and very black pupils. “Do you want your allowance, young man?“ I asked. And then he responded, nodding in assent. As Bear 1 removed his hand from the kid's face, leaving a very clear and very red hand print on the tweeker’s pale cheek. He also pulled the balled-up sewer plug from the kid's mouth. “Please,” Tweeker Timmy whispered, before Bear 1 brutally stuffed the pissy supporter back into the boy’s mouth. “See!” Bear 2 roared. “He said PLEASE! Let’s do it now. I haven’t shot anything in three days. Come on - let’s tear-up his insides!” Master Mike had paused in setting up the rim seat to listen to the exchange. The six pack of beer sat on the table, and he had hung three large transparent enema bags on the wall. “It sounded to me like he said , ‘Please castrate me.’” All eyes turned to me to decide which “Please” the fucked-up kid meant. “If he’s going to play this game, I’ve gotta hear him say it all.” This whole scene was suddenly way too strange for me, and I needed to extend my time in the room. What ever happened, the boy both earned and would need his treats. “Let’s hear it…” Mike added. Removing fist and jock, Bear 1 pushed his stubbly face against that of the frightened, wet kid and snarled, “Well? What “please” was it?” Timmy took a deep breath and wiggled his tongue and sore jaw. “Please… Please Uncle Padington, please poison my hungry cunt. Kill it. Fill me with your bad seed. Please Uncle Pooh please ram and damage my insides with your lethal cock sause.” And finally to me, “Pleeeeeeese Daddy, say I can have their sick semen?” He wasn't quite finished, however, because he babbled on saying “Please drag me to hell, Uncle Pooh. Let me rot with every fucker who ever filled me. Burn my guts. Let me burn for you Uncle Padington. I promise to pass it along to every pussy I plug. Please poison me, sirs. I need your toxic seed.” I had to step out. This scene was way over the top for me. As I was leaving the room, Psycho Mike handed me a thick, half filled lamb skin condom, knotted at the top, and winked as I stepped pass, “Grandpa’s special breed. I’ll save the other one I’ve got until you come back, son.” The Tweeker Timmy’s Tasty Tale concludes in GUT RUSH 3- Used Condom Surprise

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