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I had just gotten engaged to my girlfriend of three years and we were on our way to spend the weekend with her father at his place by the lake. It was winter, but the cabin was fully equipped for the season, having a full kitchen, hot tub and fireplace. She had taken me there when we first started dating and I loved the place. My fiancée was a doctor at a local hospital in the city so I followed her in my own car, just in case she was paged and had to leave. We arrived around 6:00 PM and her Dad was already there. We made the usual introduction and he told me I could start calling him Dad since I was almost family. The fiancée and I set our things in the bedroom and did some heavy petting which left my cock hard and dripping. I was always horny and she didn’t help. I was worried my bulge would be noticeable when we went down stairs, and sure enough, I thought I saw her father eyeing my crotch and found myself slightly flattered. I knew he had divorced her mother because he came out and I always liked attention. Well, everything was going great: Dad had brought a nice salmon and we had a great salad, but sadly half-way through the dinner my fiancée got a page and had to head to the hospital. One of her transplant clients received the go ahead and she had to go back. Telling me not to waste the weekend, she suggested I take the time to get to know my future father in law. Dad smiled, gave his daughter a quick kiss, and she ran out the door. We sat back down and finished dinner and then he passed me a scotch neat and a cigar. It was great. The country, the cigar, the scotch. I could only think of one thing that would make it better, but the prospects of a blow job had run out the door a couple of hours ago. “I know, let’s take these out to the hot tub,” Dad suggested as he set his cigar in the ash tray and his drink on the coffee table, stripping right there in the living room. I never really look at guys in the locker room but he was very impressive: a thick pelt of grey fur covered some impressive pecs and a flat stomach, below which hung an very impressive seven inch uncut cock. Feeling slightly self conscious, I blushed a bit and looked away. “Hehehe no reason to be shy, Son. It's just the two of us now and there are no neighbors for miles around. Come on. Let's enjoy the great outdoors like God intended and soak in the tub. Grab the bottle and two more cigars and meet me out there once you're ready." As he turned away I noticed a small scorpion tattoo on his back thigh. I was a bit surprised as my sense was few of his generation had tattoos, but I still I liked it on him. In any event, following his orders, I sheepishly striped down. My body was much less furry than his, and my cock measured in at six inches, so it occurred to me I could be his son. Grabbing the Glenfiddich and two more cigar I timidly walked across the room and stepped outdoors. My cock shrank even smaller in the cold air, even as I pranced and jogged to the tub. Hoping in, I yelped a bit at the temperature change. My footing went a bit and I half sat on Dad as I landed my seat. “Easy Son, don’t spill the liquor or ruin those cigars, hehehe.” We continued chat and drinking for a bit. The scotch relaxed me, and the cigars were excellent. My thoughts must have wandered a bit to where my fiancée and I had left off, 'cause I found myself getting hard under the bubbles made by the water. In an effort to relax, I stretched my legs out a bit and hit the legs of my soon-to-be father in law. “Sorry.” “Not a problem. I'll even give ya a bit of a massage.” Before I could say anything his hand started working my foot and a sigh escaped my lips. His big hands worked the soles of my feet, and I felt everything relax body, as pleasant, but the most odd sensations traveling up my legs. Dad's attentions were, most oddly, not doing anything to help my erection. Dad put one foot down, and positioning himself between my legs, took-up my other leg, so my legs were now spread and my body half floating in the water as he did magic on my feet. He clearly knew what he was doing, and for the first time I understood why women love foot massages. It was amazing. His hands started massaging up my legs, first working up my calves and then up further, massaging the tops of my thighs, digging deep into the muscles. His thumbs grazed my balls and my eyes shot open. I tried to sit up but all I did was lock my legs around his back, which caused the two of us to slide up against each other. I stared into his eyes and felt my cock throb against his furry body. The water bobbed me slowly up and down, and I could feel his hard cock just touching between my ass. His hands moved around behind my back and I was mesmerized, staring into his eyes as he pulled me forward and kissed me. Instinctively I kissed back, pulling him against me, chest to chest, moaning with pleasure. I had never felt a man before and it was amazing. His rough hands grabbed my ass and started teasing my hole. The calloused fingers pushing into me and scraping me, working my virgin hole open. I knew what he wanted, and just as I got accustomed to his fingers, he pulled me hard down on his cock. My scream echoed out into the night for a split second before his mouth was covering mine, eating my pain as he ignited my passion. His thrusts started slowly and I whimpered with each tug and pull as he forced his monster into my ass. Soon it hurt less and less, and within less than a minute or so the pain turned into pleasure. Instinctively I found myself working with him, meeting each of his thrusts and sliding back as he withdrew. My cock was rock hard as the water was splashed around. The he pulled off me for a moment and looked again into my eyes. His cock stopped moving in my ass and he just held me there. I could feel his heart beat through his cock . “You want to breed you Son? You want my dirty Daddy seed in you?” “Yes, please whatever you want just keep fucking me.” “Did my daughter ever tell you the reason why her mother really left?” “Well, I figure it was because of what we are doing right now,” I chuckled "Well, yes,” he replied, smiling, "but also because I'm poz, and with my raw cock in your ass, if I shoot in you you’re most likely going to be knocked up. Made into my poz son and carry the same virus. Is that what you want?" I had no words. Here I was a virgin to gay sex let alone poz gay sex. The only thought in my head was I did not want him to stop. As an answer to his question I began rocking back and forth on his cock. “Oh thank you Son that feel so good. It has been so long. Plus I already shot in you once so it was kind of a moot point. Here some the second load son. Be my boy forever” This time I felt it: a deep throbbing as his cock grew bigger and bigger, pulsing in my hole. His cum felt like a tongue deep in my ass licking the walls and making them wet. Just after he shot, his hand grabbed my dick and pumped me furiously. My last neg load shot over my head. As I came down from my orgasm, my hole sore and throbbing, his cock still buried in my ass. Catching my breath, I looked into his eyes and said one word: "More."

This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. My first attempt at this so sorry if it's lame. Normally this would be a rough draft but I'm afraid I'll never post it because I'll be too busy revising it. anyway, enjoy! My friend had joined a motorcycle club recently and since we're very close I usually found myself attending a lot of the parties they threw and even special club members only events. I got to know a lot of the guys pretty well. They seemed to have accepted me into their inner circle. unfortunately, this group of men is only a small chapter of the whole club and being good with them DOES NOT mean you're good with everyone, which i will soon find out. my journey began when i was asked to drive some members, including my friend, up to a convention the club was having.not seeing any downside I eagerly agreed. It was quite a drive but we filled the time by smoking a few bowls and sharing stories about the best fucks we've ever had, best tits, tightest pussy; I loved hearing my friends stories because i know hes got a nice 8 in cock that looks all the bigger given the fact that he's about 5' 8" weighing in around 124. Usually I don't find myself attracted to really skinny guys but for not ever working out he's got great tone. So Chris starts his story, and i start to find it hard to concentrate on the road. I recognized it immediately. Hes talking about the time he fucked his ex in the bed she shares with her husband. I know it well because anytime we're alone with some Tina I get him to show me the videos he took of that night. Thats when I saw his beautiful circumcised rod. Sadly for me, even after getting spun Chris still doesnt see me as an option for sexual relief. Mainly because he gets the worse tina dick I've ever seen. I start to feel my jeans get tight. Chris is in the passengers seat and immediately notices, I'm too preoccupied thinking about Chris' big white cock to see him pull out his phone and send me a quick text, "need me to take care of the huge boner for you?" I would have been embarrassed if we hadn't decided to show each other our hard cocks one night to compare. I get another text, "Never mind, I've only ever touched my own dick, Idk if i could handle your girth." He had about an inch on me in length but i had him on girth. I look over at him and roll my eyes. He flashes that sexy smile as I take our last exit. A lot of the convention was extremely exclusive, so i wasnt allowed to attend any of the functions, and since i had decided to be the driver for the weekend I couldnt leave the hotel room just in case i was called for a ride. Finally, just before midnight, i get a text from Chris saying there's going to be a get together at the main clubhouse and I should go. Dying of boredom and horny from the hits of Tina I just had, I quickly left for the party. As soon as i finish my first beer I realize that Im craving some Tina pretty bad. Knowing there had to be a dealer somewhere, I start going through the house trying to find my connect. It only took me about an hour before coming across and empty room with a single solitary bag of meth sitting on the nightstand. without thinking i make my way up to it and pick it up right as 3 members walk in. Back home a misunderstanding such as this would be easy to navigate, but at this moment i was just a stranger taking what isnt mine. they're all staring at me with a mixture of anger and confusion on their faces. I put the bag down, lower my head and try to leave but the door is quickly shut and locked, and finally the silence was broken," Is it my imagination, Bud, or did we just catch this faggot trying to jack my sack?" "Ya thats what it looks like to me, travis" replied Bud. " No I..." I tried to explain myself but was cut off by the third man. "hey maybe hes that "gift" we were supposed to get for finishing our last run so quickly, you know how these club sluts love their dope before taking some cock". I could see where this was heading and while id be more than happy to service these men individually, a group situation would certainly push my limits seeing as how I've never done that sort of thing. They start to take of their shirts exposing some rather impressive torsos. I knew I might really be in danger of just getting jumped by these men, but all I could think about was Travis' arching adonis belts, Buds hard hairy chest and Brad's massive biceps. At once they all grab me and hold me down on the bed, "hey maybe the whores just mad that it hasnt gotten its fix yet, Brad how about you fix him a needle?" Brad nodded and disappeared. I was no match for the two mountains of Aryan muscle lying on top of me, but I struggled to free myself; I had never slammed meth before. Hell, I only smoke it once or twice a month. When Brad returned I had decided I shouldn’t fight him. Im a pretty big guy but I was out numbered. Slamming cant be too different from smoking can it? End of Part 1 Part 2 It can and it was. I refused to watch them inject me, I was so angry to be treated this way for now reason other than bad timing, but all that faded away when the tourniquet was pulled from my arm. I felt a rush of warmth throughout my body, I was suddenly very aware of my fuck hole and how clothed I was. As my body relaxed I could here laughter. The men had stood up leaving me to lay on the bed writhing in desire. I tried to fight it; I didn’t want to be their fuck toy for the night, but my body needed cock. Brad was the last to take his slam. I couldn’t hold it in any longer and before he could finish I just blurted out, “Please fuck me! I’ll suck your cock, lick your boots and worship you, just please don’t let me leave this room without your loads in me”. I was staring at these men- no, they weren’t men anymore, they were gods and I knew I’d do anything to please them. One by one they dropped their pants. At that point I didn’t care how hung they were, but I was thrilled to see that my new masters, already all hard as diamonds, were probably going to wreck my hole with their tools. There’s nothing I love more than big, cut, white cock. I was salivating at the sight of Brad’s fuck stick which pointed straight forward, no curvature (not unlike chris’) about 9 in from his hard torso. Bud and Travis both looked about 8 in, but it was Bud’s huge low hanging balls that brought a smile to my face. Before I knew what happened I realized they had stripped me and laid me across the bed with my head hanging off just a bit. To my delight, Brad stepped up and quickly put his cock in my mouth. He went a few inches in and started to pull out and a twinge of sadness hit me; this poor man has this beautiful meat swinging between his legs and hes so used to females being so bad at oral that his natural instinct is to hold back. Well if ever there was a position made for deep throating a cock, it’s the one I was in so when I felt him pulling out I wrapped my arms around his legs and brought him back while also bringing my off the bed a bit to show him that im not an amateur. His surprised confusion turned into pleasure as the head of his cock pushed past the back of my throat, “Holy shit y’all, look at this shit. Ive never seen my cock go so far down someones throat!” I held him there with my nose in his musky taint, massaging his cock with my throat muscles for a little while just appreciating the moans of pleasure emanating from above me, “fuck! This feels just like a tight pussy!” he exclaimed. Bud decided he wanted to try out my “pussy throat” so he and brad started taking turns with it. Travis knew a good deep throat bj would be nice but he knew exactly what he was after. Travis is what you’d call an ass man. He loves watching a tight asshole reluctantly open up around his fat white cock, a sight hes been deprived of for several weeks now since his wife left him. I felt the weight on the bed shifting and I knew he was coming up to inspect my hole. Chris sucked his finger leaving a good amount of spit on it. He looked up at his fucktoy being used by his friends, sure that with a throat so loose he cant expect his fucktoy to keep his hole tight but when he brought his finger to his sluts fuck hole he found that pushing past the outer ring was a bit harder than he expected. He grinned. The best part about anal to travis is the pain his big dick causes as he forces it in. In the past he would have to drown his cock in lube, but for this new chem pig he decided rubbing a little bit of spit on his meat would suffice. He wondered if he’d make his pig bite down on his friends cock. I presented my hole for travis and felt him explore my pussy with his finger. I started wondering if he was just gonna tease me or—I couldn’t even finish my thought due to a mixture of blinding pain and indescribable pleasure. My mouth widened in shock which allowed more of Brads cock to enter. I’ve never felt a cock move so roughly in and out of my hole and if I was sober I probably would’ve hated it, but since I was still riding the wave of my first ever slam, the pain added to the pleasure. I could hear travis enjoying my tight hole, calling me a cock hungry chem pig, I loved it. I was just a warm wet hole for these real men to fuck. I gave Travis a squeeze with my hole which sent him over the edge. He slammed his cock deep into my body, I could feel his cock pulsing, shooting streams of his straight cum deep inside my pussy. Bud finished in my mouth as Brad made his way to my hole. “fuck Travis your cums leakin out of him like crazy, how long have you been holding that shit in?” Brad asked, “ almost two fuckin weeks! Its too bad this pig doesn’t live around here or id use that pussy everyday” Travis said as he found a chair to sit on while he waits for Brad to give this chemwhore a load. Brad flipped his fuck hole over so it was on its stomach and mounted him using Travis’ cum to slide his monster deep into the warm wet hole. Once he was in he started slamming his cock in which brought yelps of pain from his fucktoy. He could feel himself bottoming out, prompting him to slam his hips harder into the pigs round hairy cheeks. He was surprised how much he enjoyed fucking another man. Something about the hair surrounding his cock as he pistons his cock in and out, the sensation of having their balls collide with each thrust, and the complete disregard for how much pain he might be feeling kinda made Brad think that he could do this again. With the drugs wearing off, Brads deep long strokes were causing more pain than pleasure but I was still hungry for loads in my pussy so I squeezed down and started fucking back. Not long after that Brad clenched my ass and planted his hot seed inside me. I smiled as I felt his load fill me up. I laid on the bed in ecstasy as they got dressed and left. Before leaving Brad spun around and tossed the sack of meth at me and I could faintly hear him ask Travis, “So who’s sack was that anyway?” followed by laughter. I never told Chris about the encounter, he wouldn’t believe me anyway. Sometimes I’ll feel really ashamed for being such a slut for tina, But then I think of Brad’s 9 inches and im reminded that I’m just a slut for big cock and I can definitely live with that.

"…if my cock goes in, the load goes in…"

It all started just because my regular fuck bud was a little too arrogant. He knew I loved his huge cock and could not get enough of it. He just got irritating when wanting my ass to use and wanting it now or he would look elsewhere, knowing I would do almost anything to get him in me. We were both neg and we barebacked only with each other. He would send me pics of his other 'conquests', either fucking them or them fucking him, but always sheathed up. He got so bad that if I did not agree to meet at 'his' time within about five minutes of it and always with hardly any notice of when he would be available until I got the message. Usually wanted me within a couple of hours of contacting me, no matter how many times I would ask for more time to prepare and see if I could get away or not. This got on my nerves the more he did it. I loved his eight inch cock, which had the girth of my wrist. I especially loved the way he would pound my hole, just the way I liked it, drilling me as hard and deep as he could. He about drove me wild with wanting his cock in me and he could cum huge amounts every time. The more he did me the more I wanted and he knew it and would basically tease me by contacting me whenever and at times I was sure he knew I would have no way to get there in time. I then found BreedingZone and shorty after BBRT and I started to think of getting even for those missed fucks I wanted so badly. The more I read on BZ the more I wanted to read and then started to read the gift giving and chasing fiction and thinking hey, that could be real actually. And then he messaged me again with only about a half an hour to prepare and I decided that was the last straw. I went to BBRT and filled out a profile and let it be known I was chasing, even though I wasn't, but wanted a poz hvl guy willing to poz someone, anyone. It didn't take long to get some hits. I needed someone close and could also get away with little notice also. I found the right guy for it and we discussed it and then met up for just a meet to talk. He said he would be willing to stealth someone and thought it would be a very hot time. He was close by, only a five minute drive, and he worked for himself, so getting away on short notice was not a problem either. I then got a hold of my fuck buddy and asked if it would be okay if I asked another guy to join us, as I was interested in getting fucked more than once in a session and thought it would be hot to be fucked again right after he got done loading my hole good. He was all for it and wanted to know when. I told him whenever he could get free and ready. I then got a hold of my poz guy and told him my fuck buddy was hot for me to get fucked twice and it would probably happen very soon. He was ready whenever the time would be. I was right too as it was only a couple of days when my fuck buddy sent me a message wanting to fuck and asking if the other guy would be able to join us. True to form he only gave me about two hours to reply and get ready. Fortunately I was able to make his deadline, and when I reached-out to my poz guy, he also was available, so the stage was set. I sent a message back to my fuck buddy and told him we could both be at our meeting place at the appointed time. So, everything was set, and I was hard thinking about the upcoming session.

PREP’D BUT GOOD By Randy Rawman “You want it?” he pants. “You want my seed?” “Fuck, yes,” I gasp. “Breed me. Breeding my hungry ass. Shoot that seed, fucker.” Dev’s about to unload his giant bull balls into my raw ass and I can’t fucking wait to feel it. It’s going to be the first of what I hope will be hundreds of raw loads taken and given in this new phase of my life. I’ve been a safe sex boy for decades, ever since I’d starting having sex at 21 I’m now 40 now, fitter and hornier than ever, but all I can think about—all I daydream about, all I want to look at on line—is breeding; huge hot wads of stud-cum being dumped and taken in sloppy, starving asses - like mine. As Dev quickens his fuckstrokes, building to blast-off, I turn my head and see the white lab coat he wears at work abandoned on the floor along with the gray slacks that caress his ass and showcase his cock-bulge so spectacularly. Dev was wearing both the first time I laid eyes on him, at the pharmacy I rushed to after getting my first prescription for PrEP from my longtime doctor, Dr. Foster. “This guy I’ve been seeing, well, he’s HIV-positive,” I explained to Dr. Foster, whose deep voice and soap-hunk handsome looks always drive me to distraction, “and things are getting pretty serious and I think the smart move for me would be to go on PrEP, because even though we practice safe sex, you never know, right?” This was a lie. I wasn’t seeing anybody, let alone a guy who was HIV-positive. But it sounded a lot better than the truth, which is something like, “Yeah, doc, I’ve always been super turned on by the idea of barebacking and breeding and taking seed and giving seed and felching and snowballing and now I’m determined to make my fantasies a reality.” When I handed over my prescription, the pharmacist Dev read it over, then looked up at me without a trace of interest or emotion. He then typed in the info and told me it would be ready within 20 minutes if I wanted to wait. I bought myself a soda and cruised the BBRT app and daydreamed about cum-swapping until Dev called my name. When I picked up the prescription, Dev made sure to reiterate Dr. Foster’s instructions; to take it everyday without fail and that it takes a little while to become effective. I told him I understood, handed over the copay—thank you, Obamacare—and went on my way. A few weeks later, I awoke to a phone call from an Unknown number. “Randy, this is Dev from CVS Pharmacy calling.” “Oh hi,” I said, groggily. I have my pharmacy number saved in my phone and it always comes up as ‘CVS,’ not ‘Unknown.’ Odd. “I’m the pharmacist who filled your prescription for Truveda,” he explained. “Uh-huh,” I said. “I wanted to make sure you knew that if you started taking it the day you got the prescription, it should be effective by now,” he said, “and see if you or your partner had any questions.” “I think I’m good, we’re good,” I said. “Thank you.” “I also wanted to let you know that I have a 6-day load in my balls and I would like to blast it in your ass.” This stunned me into silence. “I know that’s what you want, Randy, you don’t have to pretend,” he said calmly. “You want that more than anything; to take cum in your aching ass. I saw that in your eyes when you handed over that prescription. You were shaking, just a little bit. And while you were waiting for it to be filled, you were on BBRT, cruising around like the cumswapper you’re dying to be.” “How do you know that?” I asked, still totally stunned. “There’s a mirror behind the waiting area and I could see your phone in the reflection,” he said. “Is your partner home?” “No,” I said. “Actually, I don’t have a partner. I don’t know why I said I did.” Dev laughed, then said, “Okay, here’s the plan,” he said. “It’s 9:47 now. I’d like to be balls-deep in you by 11:30. Give me your address.” So I did. And he was. Balls-deep in me at 11:30. But first I got to give him the once-over, with my eyes and my hands and my tongue. I got the lab coat off first. Then he removed his glasses. Fuck, he was good looking, like the Indian-American actor from the show Heroes. He was around 40, with a gym-toned body and a hairy but well-trimmed chest. Once the lab coat and the pec-hugging polo came off, I got to admire his hot ass and packed crotch in those snug slacks as he walked to my bedroom window and closed the drapes. Then he walked back to me, got right into my face, our mouths close to touching, put his hands on my shoulders and shoved me down to my knees. “Suck me through my slacks,” he said. I grabbed his globes with both hands and pulled his bulge onto my mouth. He must have been going commando because his cock was unimpeded as it swelled and arched up to the right. I slid my mouth back and forth on it like an ear of corn and it got longer and each time I slid back to the tip. I pulled away and looked at the wet spot we had created together; me with my spit and Dev with his pre-seed. “Pull it out,” he said. “You got me leaking and I know you want any seed that comes out of my dick to go inside you, one way or another.” I unzipped Dev’s fly and pulled out his cock: eight inches, thick and rock hard, with a fat purple head that I knew was going to open me up good. I dove down on his dick, my hunger for cock trumping the gag reflex that used to trip me up in my younger, more inhibited days. As I sucked and savored his pre-seed, Dev started in with the verbal, saying “When I went to school to become a pharmacist all those years ago, I didn’t know that modern science was going to give me such a tremendous gift; an endless, excited stream of fresh, desperate-to-be-bred cumdumps; and that I’d get to be at first in line to seed them.” I pulled off his throbbing cock and looked up into his dark, sexy eyes. “How many customers have you initiated this way?” I asked. “You’ll be 37,” he said. “I keep track on my phone.” And then he laughed. Turned on by the thought of all that barebacking, I dived back down on his cock, determined to get it as hard and wet as possible for my hole. “But you’re definitely one of the hottest,” he added. I groaned around his cock. “And hungriest. Stand up, lose those slutty little shorts.” I pulled off my red vintage Adidas running shorts and before I regained my balance, he shoved me on the bed and dived tongue-first into my hole. “It’s 11:18,” I said to him, stealing a look at my alarm clock. “Don’t worry, baby,” he said. “I’ll keep my balls-deep promise. Just getting you wet and ready.” Dev grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and lubed-up my hole first and then his throbbing cock, and then, as he positioned his cockhead at the opening of my pucker, I looked at the clock. It read 11:25. “You ready?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “You sure? Because once I’m in you, I’m not stopping till you take my seed. There’s no turning back.” “Have any of the 36 other sluts pussied out?” “One,” he said. “But he called me back a day later and I gave my him jizz in the storeroom at work during my lunch break.” As we were talking, Dev slowly sunk his hot cock into me, a millimeter at a time. God, it was hurting like fuck but if I kept him talking, if I didn’t focus on the pain, it wasn’t that bad. Dev knew that, too, and was happy to keep up the verbal. “How long have you wanted to cross the line, become a hardcore barebacker instead of a guy who slips up once in a while and feels bad about it?” “Years, man,” I admitted, sensing he was about halfway inside me now. “I remember when Hot Desert Knights came out with their first video, I ordered it on VHS and I came so hard at the end of the first scene when the bottom took his fucker’s seed deep inside. And it was an internal breeding, too. Not one of those cum outside and slather it on the hole jobs. I still remember the anticipation of watching the bottom’s freshly fucked hole and waiting for him to push his breeder’s seed out. It took a while, but when that juice came oozing out—God, I remember it was so thick and white—I came again. It took me about a week to get through the video because I would cum after one scene and then shut it off so I could savor the thrill for as long as possible.” “The videos I post are almost all internal,” Dev said casually, rocking from side to side, his cock almost all the way inside me now. It was 11:27. “Videos?” I ask, intrigued but also scared. I’m ready for his seed, I think, but am I ready for my closeup? I don’t think so. “On Xtube and Tumblr,” he said. “And then they end up all over.” “What’s your screen name?” I asked. “FitFlooder,” he said. “Fuck,” I said. “I’ve seen your vids. I know it. Holy shit, I’ve jacked off to my pharmacist.” I couldn’t help but laugh, which oddly made my hole relax a little more around his stiff invader. “I don’t show faces,” he explained, “unless the bottoms are okay with it. I let the bottoms tell me what they’re comfortable with showing. The only real rule I have is I always cum inside.” “As it should be.” “There are two videos I’ve posted where I creamed fuckers faces but that was only because I had already bred both the guys multiple times and each guy wanted my huge load all over his face.” “Hot,” I groaned as I tried to get used to him. “Mission accomplished, fucker,” Dev said, looking down at where his cock would be if it weren’t buried all the way up ass. “Balls deep and it’s only 11:29.” “Oh fuck,” I groaned. “I’m so fucking full. If you start sliding in and out, I think I’m going to break in half.” “I don’t care,” he said simply and then without taking his cock out of my ass, reached over to the night stand and grabbed his phone. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Recording the moment for posterity,” he said. “What if I don’t want you to?” I ask. “I pull out and go home,” he said. “It’s your choice.” The thought of him leaving without seeding me was nearly unbearable. “Okay, but no face.” What the fuck was happening? Here I was, about to take my first raw load from a virtual stranger and I was seriously thinking of letting him make a video of it. “I won’t show your face,” he agreed. “And before I leave here, I’ll show it to you. And I bet when we watch it, you’ll get so hard you’ll insist on taking my seed again…or I can take yours. I’m an equal opportunity spunk-swapper.” “All right,” I replied. “Do it. Fucking breed me.” Dev turned on the camera and held it with one hand while he steadied my hips with the other. He slowly started to slide his hot cock out of my ass and just as he felt the rim of his cockhead connect with my first ring, he’d slide back in. “God that feels so good, fucker,” he said. “Your ass is like fucking velvet.” “My ass is yours,” I groaned. “You didn’t ask my status, fucker,” he said, gradually picking up the pace of his fuck strokes. “I didn’t,” I said. “Because it doesn’t matter,” he said. “You’re free to be the cumwhore you’ve always wanted to be. Is that what you want to be?” “Yes,” I gasped as his fuckstick hit home again and again. “Yes, it is.” “Say it then,” he said, looking me in the eyes while the camera caught his cockstrokes into my hole. “I need to hear you say it. So do the fuckers watching this.” “I want to be a cumwhore,” I said. “I want to take seed all the time, everyday, from every hot fucker I can get my hole around. And give it, too.” “I may have to take you up on that,” he replied, "but not yet. Right now I’m going to give you what you need so bad. I knew you needed it the second I saw you and you’re about to get it.” “Oh yes. Fuck yes.” Dev’s fuck strokes were coming fast and furious. I used my battered ass muscles to try and milk his seed out and make the insemination as mind-blowing for him as I knew it was going to be for me. “What do you want?” he asked. “I want your cum,” I said. “You want it?” he panted. “You want my seed?” “Fuck, yes,” I gasped. “Breed me. Breeding my hungry ass. Shoot that seed, fucker.” “Once I do it, I own you. You understand that? Do you?” Dev’s intensity snaps me back into the present moment, this moment I’ve been fantasizing about for so long and I finally got the courage to make happen. “Yes, breed me.” I say. “After this, you’re going to be hooked. You’re going to live for cum. You understand that?” “Yes, breed me.” “Oh fuck, that six day load is coming, fucker. Get ready to take it.” “Yes, fucker, yes! Fill my up. Seed my fucking guts, stud!” “Aaaaarrrggggghhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Unnnnnghh!” Dev bellowed as jet after jet of man cum whitewashed my insides. “Take that seed!” “I feel it, fucker. Every rope, I feel it. Give me every drop.” “Take every drop of that DNA. Let it soak into your guts.” “Aaaaah,” Dev sighed. Then, turning the camera off, tossed his phone beside us and collapsed on top of me without withdrawing his python from my ass. “God, that was incredible,” I sighed, reaching my hand down to stroke my hard cock. Dev smacked my hand away. “You’re not jerking off, fucker. You’re a Truveda Slut now.” “So?” “Truveda Sluts don’t waste their seed.” “Fine. You gonna take it?” “I might,” he said. “Or we can hit a bathhouse together or find a hotel party on BBRT. The options are wide open…just like that ass of yours. The point is, as you’ve just discovered, your hot sperm can make some lucky studfucker’s day so it’s just selfish of you to waste it.” Dev shifted his weight a bit and his spent dick snaked out of my hole with a plop. “Don’t you dare let my spunk come out yet.” Dev grabbed his phone and slid me over the edge of the bed where the light was better, hitting ‘record’ on the cameraphone. “Pull those legs back,” he ordered, adding "And let me see what six days worth of cum looks like oozing out of a brand new Truvada Whore.” I did as Dev ordered. I relaxed my ass muscles, and felt glob after glob of Dev’s wet spunk ooze from hole and down my crack. “Damn, I shot a huge load, fucker.” Dev commented. “You don’t have to tell me,” I answered, “I felt it.” “You brought it out in me.” “Mmmmm.” “Are you glad you picked my pharmacy for your Truveda prescription?” “Yes.” “Are you glad you let me in your hot hole raw?” “Yes.” “Are you glad you took my seed?” “Yes.” “Do you want more cum?” “Yes.” “Good, because this is just the beginning.”

My mouth was watering for big black cock and my hole was absolutely on fire. Scott grabbed a butt plug and inserted it into himself with a quick eyes-rolling-in-the-back-of-the-head effect. "Feel good, pig?" I asked......he just nodded and licked his lips and walked over to add more crystal to our pipe. We definitely wanted it ready for our hung black guest of honor. The torch heated the pipe and and that familiar crackle sound and the hum of the torch filled the room when a loud knock hit the door. Neither of us had checked messages recently. Scott smirked and handed me the pipe and torch and headed for the door. I hit that pipe and blew out a huge cloud. I heard a very deep voice introduce himself as Tyrell and heard his belt buckle hit the hardwood floor practically before the door closed behind him. As I walked over to the foyer, Scott was doing what he was born to do....on his knees deep throating that beautiful thick black cock. Tyrell loved it and motioned for the pipe. We passed it back and forth and he was telling us that he had come from a gang bang. Scott groaned at those words and I have to admit it turned me on, too and we both looked at each other wondering if there could be more in our near future. Tyrell got comfortable and motioned toward the bed. Clearly he was ready to fuck some white ass. He bent me over and ate my hole for a good four or five minutes. I had to have that huge piece. I crouched down a bit and offered him my pink fuck hole. He spit on his cock and slid the head in past my hungry lips. I felt that monster disappear deep inside me and he started to droll me with deep deliberate strokes. Scott hit the pipe, egging us on. We decided to switch up and Scott got on the edge of the bed and grabbed his ankles spreading his legs wide for our new buddy. Tyrell stepped a couple feet to his left and started plowing that hungry cunt. It wasn't long before his breathing became more intense and he grunted every couple of seconds.....finally dropping that sweet nut that we were so fucking crazed for. Tyrell assured us there'd be another round or two and I exited to prepare some G/gatorade cocktails.

FT. LAUDERDALE - Friday was a great day for me! During the afternoon a hot Latino guy was hosting tops at his hotel to breed his hole. I was about to head over when another dude on BBRT asked me to wait a couple hours so I could tag team the bottom with him. I agreed to do that and let the bottom know my intentions. I arrived before the other dude and began breeding the cumdump. His pics had me leery because he looks stunning in his pics. But he was very real and very hot. I took my time fucking him doggy style waiting on the other top to arrive. Finally, the other guy arrived and I slid back into the boy's hole. The other top was very concerned about getting as close as possible to my cock going in and out of the boys hole with his face.... So I shot my load in the boys hole and the other dude was all about the cum that was now in the cumdumps hole (I wasn't the first load!). I stuck around for about 5 minutes and never saw the other dude top the hottie so who knows what his deal was. Later that evening I went to a bar and was singing karaoke. Like a good whore, I checked my BBRT account on my phone. A bottom cumdump was nearby, again in a hotel. He begged for my load. I slipped out of the bar and went and bred the cumdump. Then I rushed back to sing my next karaoke song. Haha, What a day! FT. LAUDERDALE - CumUnion Saturday - good crowd tonight. Hadn't been in a while. They had rearranged some of the play space since the last time I was there. It was debatable whether the changes were good or bad. There were 3 bottoms there I wanted to fuck but only got into one of their asses. Hot little black boy was ass up in a jockstrap when I first arrived. I slid into him a couple times without cumming. Then I watched as he got bred by a couple guys. That had me rock hard so I slid in to make my deposit. Several other tops bred him after I did. I slid back in his cummy hole and he told me he needed a break. I stayed a couple hours and saw him get bred by at least 7 guys. So hot!

It ain't love if it ain't spit and shove - Shoot ur load and hit the road

Preparing the next installment...

Who wants to see me become full blown and deteriorate slowly?

Previously… I laughed loudly, "look don't worry about the drugs, my fuckbuddy Andrew doesn't do too much, so I'd say Pedro's used to having orgies or groups or whatever you want to call this - evening entertainment - with people with all different tastes together". Harry took a deep breath and said "Fuck it, lets do this. Can you meet me in 30 minutes at Buchanan?” Buchanan St. Station was about halfway from where Harry was in the west-side to where we were, so it was fair I meet him there to bring him to Pedro's. I hung up, grabbed my bag and headed toward the door. As I passed through the downstairs hall I thought I saw a flash of movement from the door to Emmett's room - the male nurse. "Hello!?" I said to the hall, "Is anyone here?". No movement. Maybe it was nothing. "Fuck this" I thought, and I went to meet Harry - tonight was gonna be the fucking tops. Right so… My name’s Stuart and I’m about to go to a DFO as I used to call ’em – a drug fuelled orgy. This was back in the day before party and play meant meth and sex. Fuck, crystal hadn’t even gotten to London yet – or if it had I definitely hadn’t seen any trace of it. Typical drugs included almost everything else though – I’m giddier than a kid at Christmas. I feel like everyone knows where I’m off to. The old dear on the bus kept giving me “side-eye” and thinking back I’m sure she noticed I was still sniffing and twitchy from the coke I’d done a few hours ago. But in Glasgow as long as you’re not starting fights in the Barras over a Celtics/Rangers match, most people don’t give a shit. We’re all fuckin addicts anyways and she was probably waiting to go home to her fix – a trashy magazine and some Coronation Street probably – anything to escape the grey of the city. The bus pulled up in by Buchanan and I looked around for Harry. The midsummer weather was holding up and it would still be bright for another hour or two. A flash of fire-engine red – and there he was – Harry always got away with wearing really bright colours – mainly primary reds and blues, he had the colouring to pull it off. Currently he was wearing a bright red hoody pulled on over an old Hole (the band) t-shirt and leaning on his elbows against a railing, listening to music on his ipad and zoned out. I watched him for a second – his t-shirt tucked into his jeans and pulled tight – with the bonus of outlining his tight lean chest – you could see his nipples and nearly each muscle under the faded Courtney Love photo. His dark curly chest hair was sticking out of the collar – the only grooming he did was to religiously keep his eyebrows separate – apart from that he was a hairy fucker. His hood was up in true ASBO fashion (for non-Scot/English/Welsh folk; an ASBO stands for Anti-social Behaviour Offender – and it generally got applied to anyone who looked a little shifty in a hoody). Under the hoody you could see his square jaw and his current facial styling which looked to be a tight clipped beard– he went through a long period of experimenting with the razor - including a regrettable Salvador Dali period. Harry’s attractiveness was all in his smile - not that he wasn’t hot asides from that – he did a tonne of yoga and was able to get into all kinds of positions, and had a fit little body cause of it. He kept himself looking well and currently was allowing his dark curly hair a little more leeway up top, but it was his dimpled smile that just seemed bring all his charm together - he could melt the knickers off a nun with that smile! “Hey Harry!” I called out to him. He turned and drew his hoody back and pulled his earplugs out. “Oh hey man,” he replied, smiling and grabbed me into a big bearhug. He pulled back to my ear and whispered “we’re gonna get so fuh-hu-hucked tonight!” and pulled back grinning like the Cheshire Cat – fuck, what a gorgeous man! I laughed and said “yes we are” and then asked “is there anything you need in town?” Harry looked at me, smirked and hoarsely growled “moar lube!” and we both laughed. We’d both been to DFOs where the action came to a halt not cause of lack of drugs, but cause all the lube had been used up. “Moar lube!” was our private joke – “What was the call of the sexpig in the wild? Moar luuuube!” Harry then showed me a Boots bag and said “just kidding – I come prepared”. Inside were two bottles of Durex play – not my favourite but they’d do in a pinch. We went over to the bus stop and while waiting for the bus Harry took a long look at me – My clear pale skin, blue eyes, dirty blond hair and fit climber’s build means I’m used to guys occasionally checking me out – especially Brazilians for some reason, but Harry was noticing other things right now. “Dude, your eyes!” he whispered. Just then the bus pulled up. After my surreptitious check to make sure it wasn’t Gavin driving the bus (Harry knew all about Gavin, and had been there for some of the cringier text messages), we hopped on and sitting down beside me, Harry asked “dude, what are you on right now?” Of course Harry’s version of quietly asking, meant that now most of the bus were privy to the fact that I was high as a kite. “Dude”, I replied as I felt all eyes focus on me, “very fucking funny,” and gave Harry daggers. Harry took the hint, “oh yeah, ahem, just kidding”. The atmosphere loosened up a little and we got down to the logistics – we quietly discussed what to say if the other was feeling too fucked up or too uncomfortable – Harry said he may leave after a little while and say his sister had texted him, but that I shouldn’t feel obligated to leave then at all. Our DFOs were typically fuelled by ecstasy and he was just dipping his toe into deeper waters here. We talked about how much money we were willing to pay now (while relatively sober… well, while Harry was anyways) and what drugs we’d be up for trying if they were on the menu. I showed Harry the pic of the forty year old with Caesar haircut – he thought he’d seen him on the scene once or twice. He then told me what Caverject was – it was an instant boner injection – much like Viagra but quicker and with better results. As he was in full flow about the one time his erection wouldn’t go down for two days, we got to our stop. I buzzed us through and as we reached the apartment the door was once again ajar. Pedro came out to us wearing a dark-blue dressing gown and holding a joint. “Alright boys” he said, smiling while he eye-fucked Harry, “glad you dirty sluts could make it”. I laughed, “Pedro, this is Harry, Harry this is Pedro”. Pedro passed Harry the joint and said “Mac’s in the shower, he arrived about ten minutes before you. Richard’s on the computer. Finn’s inside on the phone to my mate Don who deals E – oh do you guys want in on that?” We looked at each-other and I said, “what kind?” Pedro winked at me “Blue angels of course”. Nice one! Blue angels were a really strong batch of E that had gotten harder and harder to track down as their popularity soared and most dealers were now asking twice the regular price for them. Harry and I both put in our orders – mine twice as much as Harry’s. Without saying anything we knew Harry was just gonna be there for tonight and I was staying the weekend. I guess I’d have to get moved into the house on the Monday so – good thing it was a bank-holiday. As Pedro ushered us into his kitchen area I saw a mid-thirties muscular bearish guy wearing just black track-suit bottoms with a white jock strap sticking up, and he was currently talking on the phone. At about 5’9” Finn was well worked-out with a light coating of blond-red fur across his broad chest. His hair on top was short and thinning, but that couldn’t be said for the rest of him – powerful hairy shoulders, hairy small-of-back and (I looked down) oh yeah, hobbit feet. He had a bright-red short-clipped beard and gave us a nod as we entered. I saw a gym bag on the kitchen counter, Pedro later said that Finn was his gym-buddy and had come over straight from there. Pedro got Finn’s attention to add our requests to the order. Finn winked at me as Pedro ushered us out of the kitchen to the living room – and while I knew it was going to be an orgy and we’d all be fucking soon, it was still hot to get winked at by such a hot manly fucker. I winked back and he licked the top of his lips suggestively while stroking his cock through his tracksuit. I grinned and Finn smiled and got stuck back into his deal. In the living room there was a large couch set arranged around a large flatscreen television and behind that was the sexy forty year old with the Caesar haircut, sitting with his back to us in front of Pedro’s computer. This was set up on a dining table – I guess Pedro didn’t entertain much in the usual sense. I saw the distinctive bright orange of the Gaydar webpage and in the background the rich blue of the Gayromeo site. As we approached Pedro called out, “hey Richard we have two more”. Richard turned and stood up – he’d put on clothes in the meantime and was fairly unassuming in them – a blue work shirt and suit pants. “I came from a funeral” he joked, and we laughed, “no seriously” he continued, “but it was my old homophobic boss, and I thought what better way to celebrate his passing, than with a big fucking gay orgy!” We all laughed again and sat on the couch while Harry passed the joint to me. Pedro started asking Harry a bit about how he knew me while Richard said, “guys I’m just checking through some of the guys that Pedro was thinking about inviting, I’ll be over to you in a second” and turned back to the computer. Harry was laughing with Pedro as he regaled him with the time he made a bet with me who could blow more guys in the Pipeworks, and he won. I took my third drag on the joint and then got up and walked around the couch to Richard, passing him the joint. It was making my coke high much more mellow and released the paranoia I had had since the bus. It’s lovely the way weed can do that – just like someone draining a sink or something – all of a sudden you start relaxing all these muscles and you relax your brain as well. All’s chill. Everyone’s here to have fun. Relaxed. I put my hands on Richard’s shoulders (firm and warm beneath the shirt) and looked at the screen. There were three profiles up, one with a giant bottle cock as the main pic. Richard followed my gaze and said “that’s Mac, he’s in the shower”. Nice one! He clicked to the other profiles – one a blonde 20 year old flight attendant and the other a muscular torso aged 25. The flight attendant profile I knew. “Don’t bother with him”, I said and Harry called “who?” from the couch. “Cantrapethewilling20” I replied back. “Oh him”, Harry laughed “yeah he’s just a time waster”. I told Richard the same story that Harry was giving Pedro. “The lad will chat you up, ask exactly what you want to do with him, send you a few naked pics, even arrange a time and a place but then will drop all contact with you”. Richard sneered and said “yeah I thought we’d been talking for a bit too long” and closed the profile window. Passing the joint back up to me for Pedro (I took one sneaky toke cause I was doing Pedro a favour bringing it over to him), Richard then said, “I agree with you about this other lad though, he sounds hot as fuck”. Pedro took the joint off me and told us – “yeah this lad’s a choreographer or some shit called Keiran”. He took a drag while reaching toward the coffee table and for the ashtray, and reaching below, his small silver tray with the goodies on it. “He’s up from Carlisle for some dance competition or something, which he won yesterday, so now he wants to celebrate in style – that sound good to you guys?” Harry smiled and said “Moar dik!” and fist pumped the air, (another mating call of the sexpig!). Harry’s eyes widened a little as he saw the sizeable baggy of coke that Pedro had pulled out. He had chopped up another straw and was crushing the powder with his credit card as I looked over to Harry. I gave him that “are you alright with this?” look, and Harry smiled to me. All good so! On being offered the first line, I took my straw and snorted the powder back like a pro – and not the coke virgin I’d been hours before. As it started hitting me I saw Harry do the same. Richard said he’d do his in a moment while Finn came in from the kitchen, “ah lovely” he said, taking the tray. After I waited for Finn to finish snorting his line, I asked him what had he ordered from Don? He rubbed his nose and smiled, “all the good stuff, some G, some MDMA, a load of E, some strong poppers and Don said he might have some K too”. “K?” I asked, a little incredulously. Special K was harder to get than a still hot cheese and onion melt from a Greggs. Sorry, that’s a bit of an in-joke – Greggs is a chain in the UK that sells what should be perfect hangover food – like bacon and cheese sandwiches – but they’re always stone-cold – suffice to say it was near impossible to get K for ages. I turned back to Harry to see if he’s be ok doing K, but he was preoccupied. Pedro was currently kissing him while taking his hand and putting it into his dressing gown. Finn was saying something to me “…so we can be prepared for later”. I zoned back in, “yeah, sorry, what?” I said. He laughed and said “I was wondering if you wanted to grab a shower in the other bathroom?” and stood up and said “I’m heading there too myself. I’m raced out of the gym without a shower. See?”. He pulled out a damp vest from his training back that he had brought with him and offered it to me. I brought it up to my face and smelled it – glorious earthy mansweat. Nice! I groaned “I love the smell of fresh sweat from a guy” and Finn laughed and said, “well then you’d better come with me to get your last whiff, not everyone’s the same as you and I’m gonna go clean up now”. He took my hand and guided me out of the room. I looked back to see Pedro with his dressing gown open and Harry jacking Pedro’s beautiful 9 incher with pure lust in his eyes. He was fine. Richard was still on the computer sifting through a few more profiles. Finn guided me to a bathroom I hadn’t been in before. There he said pulled down the tracksuit bottoms to show his fuzzy beefy arse lovingly framed in a white jockstrap. I joked “ I bet that drives them wild in the gym”. He laughed and said “you have no idea!” and then stood into the bath/shower area. I noticed a douching shower attachment. As I started to strip down to my underwear Finn said, “so you’re the hot China-white fuck that Pedro was going on and on about all evening?” The very one”, I replied smugly, the coke boosting my confidence centres again. “Do you like what you see?” I asked, flexing one bicep and then the other. “Oh fuck yeah” Finn replied and wrapped his strong hairy arms around my waist. He went on “I’ve been wanting to do this since Pedro showed me your profile pic, ya hot fuck” and pulled me towards him and planted his lips on mine. As he kissed me the coke was surging through my body again, and the feeling of our wet lips crushing together was like two mini-universes colliding – all nerve impulses shooting at once. He wrapped his sweaty body around me, his erection poking into mine from his too-small jockstrap pouch. He ran his right hand up through my hair and started shoving his tongue into me, pushing and poking and forcing my mouth open. Moving my head with hand he took control and worked his jaws against mine. His beard was soft which was good because otherwise I would have gotten serious beardrash from his forceful snogging. Finn clearly was used to taking what he wanted and I was loving it. After what seemed like an age, he pulled back from our kiss and guided my mouth down his furry chest. I could smell the sweat off him – waves of his rich man sweat nuzzling into me. He guided me to each pale pink nipple, but as he didn’t take too long with each I could tell he wasn’t a nipple man. Fair enough – I’m not either unless I’m really fucking high. I nipped and played with each of them before he shoved me into his armpit. “Aw yeah” I thought, as I breathed in his ripe heavy scent. I was in a sea of sensory overload - his overall smell was nutty like walnut and salt– with the slightly bitter tones and all – maybe they suggested he hadn’t showered since yesterday but I was loving it. I shoved my nose into his glistening pit hair and was rewarded with his smell all over my face. He pulled me back to his face. “You really like that don’t ya?” he asked, looking me straight in the eyes. I responded by kissing him passionately. He pulled me to him into the bath and then started pushing my shoulders down. I went down to my knees as I lapped and nuzzled down his furry treasure trail. His ripe bulging jock strap was presented in front of me. I rubbed my face against his straining erection feeling his thick 6” cock through the thin scratchy fabric. He reached down to pull the pouch to side and his hard cock popped out and fell straight into my willing mouth. This is what I loved about gay slutty sex. You can literally just meet someone – have a wink or a smile, and next thing you’re blowing them. I always loved how stripped of bullshit gay relationships could be. I started tonguing Finn’s salty cock, and as my mouth pushed down his shaft I got to base where I saw the curtains matched the drapes. Having the highest proportion of red heads anywhere in the world, I had had my fair share of ginger lovers, but I always loved my first view of their firecrotch. I nuzzled into Finn’s damp thatch and got me a fucking smorgasbord of smells from his sweaty jock and pubes. I breathed in heavily while relaxing my throat so that I could half-deep throat him (which at 6” wasn’t really a problem). Finn responded by moaning, he obviously liked the throat fucking position. I picked up the pace and got into that proper gag-reflex frame of mind – the one that consciously tells your body – “nope I’m in charge here, do what I say” and got Finn into an easy pounding rhythm. As Finn was stuffing my face with his cock, I felt him reach down my back to my jocks and slip his fingers in to slide down my crack. Finding what he was looking for he started to circle my sweaty cum-lubed hole. He chuckled “oh shit dude, I see you’ve been pretty busy today”. I laughed on his cock, which almost made me gag but I got back in control pretty quickly. Finn sped up a bit and while increasing his assplay variations – a bit of poking, some circling, some rubbing the edge of the hole near the taint, - he knew what he was doing – I was in very capable hands – or well, they were in me. He groaned “oh fuck yeah,” and grabbing my hair with his other hand, he started force fucking my throat. He pulled his fingers out of me and shortly after I hear some rattling from the side counter. I looked up to see Finn taking his fingers up to his nose with a tiny metal spoon with a bump of coke in it. After he snorted the bump he started smelling his cum stained fingers. “Oh yeah boy” he muttered, increasing his speed, “oh yeah” he repeated breathily, “just keep doing what you’re doing”. I kept letting him throat fuck me, while I could hear him take a deep whiff of the cum and coke and ass juice smell he got from my ass. “Oh fuck yeah!” I heard Finn exclaim, as I felt his cock swell. Finn grabbed my hair in both hands shoved his cumming cock in as far as it would go. My nose was crushed against his heady crotch and in pig heaven as he began pumping ribbons of cum down my throat. Finn pulled off me and asked to see my hole. I turned around and dropped my jocks and I could feel him pull my cheeks apart. I felt him finger me and then he ordered me to hold them apart. As I did, he grabbed his phone from the counter and took a photo – just showing my spread ass and hole. Showing me the photo, I saw that my hole was a fairly bright pink – a few degrees brighter than its usual pale pink. Oozing out at the top was a pearl of cum Finn had just transferred from his own dripping cock. “I made a bet with Mac,” he said, “that I’d be the next in where Pedro left off, but your deep-throating was so good that I couldn’t help myself”. I turned to him laughed as he sent the photo. “Still,” he went on, “I guess technically it’s true now”. I chuckled, “actually, about that, I’m afraid you’re too late,”. He looked at me intrigued, “what do you mean?” he asked. I thought about telling him but then decide it was best as a horny story to tell the whole group. I said, “well, let me explain when we’re get back to the group”. Then Finn and I took turns using the douche and showering, all the while he kept trying to tease out from me, who else I had been with since earlier. There’s something strangely sweet about douching with another guy. You’re both gay so you should already be past any hang-ups with shit, but this way you both can have a frank chat about it while swapping places on the “hotseat” (the toilet). Maybe it’s one of those interactions that only ever works when high. Eventually we were both running clean, and we were fairly sure the majority of the water had gone out. Finn insisted on testing my hole with his rapidly recovering cock, and as he pulled his semi out and said “yep, all clear” we both heard the doorbell go.

On Tuesday I went to the clinic for an overdue check up (all clear on all fronts). I was bored waiting for the nurse when a guy messaged me on scruff. We casually chatted and as I was about to leave he invited me over to his bf's air bnb place in old Compton St London where I was very close to. Given I'd taken two hours out to go to the clinic I thought best not but I was so close how could I resist? He messaged me the details and said he was looking for a BJ. No something I usually go for but fancied a load in my mouth. I arrived at the flat and was buzzed in. He was in the middle of sorting the place for the next guests. We went to the bedroom and he was stripping me off and kissing me immediately. He was a 6' 2" with a stubbly beard good looking 6" cut cock. I dropped to my knees and began sucking his cock, taking it all in my mouth. Licking his balls. He was really getting into it. Then he said "ah I wish I had a condom. I'd love to fuck you". In that moment I knew I had him. He just needed a gentle push. I rose up and kissed him allowing his hands to drift to my hungry hole. When he touch it he lost control, he circled round me and started rubbing his raw cock against my tight begging hole. I pushed back and before I knew it he was balls deep in me. Fucking me as he was telling me he was neg (like I care) and that his bf could never know ( I don't give a shit just fuck me). He smashed me hole for a good ten minutes. Working his precum in me. I was begging for his load deep in me. I was milking his cock for all it was worth until he picked up the pace and let out a loud scream and buried a huge load in me. He collapsed on the bed as I got dressed and gave him a kiss good bye. I hope to see him again soon. Let the bf fuck me that eve. Didn't tell him I had random cum in me. Oops

I'm a condom nazi. Nazis want to destroy what they hate. I hate condoms.

Not necessarily. I was in a porn theater one time and had pre-lubed my ass, with frozen crisco so not quite so obvious that my ass was full of grease. Having no luck, I begged this hot bearded Daddy to fuck me. He wanted to use a rubber because he didn't want to catch anything. I let him fuck me in a dark hallway with some guys watching. Well, the grease in my ass broke that sucker down, but I didn't feel anything but his cock pistoning. Once he put it in, he didn't pull out. When he pulled out, my ass was full and dripping with his load. He was like "Oh the rubber broke" and looked kinda guilty as he pulled up his pants and split. Dude must have felt it. Maybe it broke while he was shooting? I felt nothing, but boy did I grin when he told me I got the load I wanted. Anyhow, I stuck a couple fingers in to feel all that fresh stranger cum in my ass to pull out the piece of rubber that was still up my fuckhole.

'What are you doing? Are you fuckin' crazy? This will seal it!' My brain was ringing all alarm bells, but I didn’t listen. He was sexy, witty, and he wanted to fuck me hard. How could any reasonable individual say no to him? So I followed him to his apartment. It was actually a bit of a ride: we road the subway for twenty minutes during which I had mixed feelings as I nervously asked myself 'What was going to happen? Who was I following home?' but he just smiled and we chatted as I discretely tried to take a look at his package. I wasn’t sure whether he was hard or not, but the bulge was certainly promising. Little did I know. From time to time he would touch my hand, my chest or my ass. It looked like we were two twinks from one of the American porn studios rather than two strangers which were about to share the same strain of HIV. When we arrived at his apartment, I wasn't surprised to find it was nice and so fucking twinky, al la an American porn video. There was even a 1D poster on the door. We kissed and made out as we slowly and intimately helped each other out of his clothing. He made it a point to taste every part of my body and I returned the favor. Then I felt it. Oh my God! It was huge! I stopped and stared as he widely grinned and dropped his underwear. I had never seen a cock like this before. How he had any blood left in his body I didn't know. This definitely could turn any chocolate obsessed bottoms if you catch my drift. I tried sucking it, but I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough. And above this monster was a scorpion tattoo. How telling. We kissed further and then he reached over under his bed and gave me a little bottle. “You will need this. Use it as much as you like. Take a deep whiff.” With that he positioned me onto my back. I inhaled and the familiar sensation of flying began, but my ascent was interrupted when he smeared some spit on his cock, lined-up with my hole, and silenced me by securing my mouth with his palm. I looked at him. He returned my gaze, and in so doing, rammed his cock all the way into. It ripped everything in me apart. I shrieked in pain. It felt like the whole muscle ripped. Barely able to breath, I inhaled as much of the poppers as I was able. They provided provided some relief but not much. I looked at him in absolute horror, trying to understand what just happened. He pulled out, smiled, leaned over and kissed me, murmuring "Don’t worry, it’s all over now. I'll use lube. We are going to make love and when I cum, my toxic babies will swim straight to your heart. So you will never forget me.” We kissed more. He took the lube, massaged my hole and his cock and slowly pushed himself back in. I still struggled, but the poppers and the training I had received within the past few days helped me enjoy the intensity of the fuck. His cock pushed his way back in. “Are you ready to join the club little boy?” “Fuck yeah, give me your babies.” He smiled, looked me straight in the eyes and accelerated his pace, clearly getting closer and closer. To this day I love watching the top cum. So hot. And especially that moment was unique. As he blew his load into my ass he all-but yelled. “TAAAAAKEEE THEEEEMMMM!!!! AAAAAAHHH!” I had never felt a cock cumming in me, and have never after that night. But that experience was amazing. I felt the dick pulsating and shooting in me. Load after load after load after load. He didn’t seem to stop, but eventually, when he was done, he collapsed and smirked. “Welcum to the club my friend. Better put on some pants before you leak on my bed.” With that, he pulled out, turned around and walked towards the bathroom. On his way, he stopped in front of poster which was hung next to a wall calendar. He put an X on today’s date and another on his poster, and then he disappeared into the bathroom. While I dressed a took a look at the poster and calendar. The X he had made was on the day's date, which was the 8th, and the poster had 24 crosses before me, so I was number 25. I heard the shower going, so I got the drift, put on my shirt and left. Only then did I realise that I still hadn’t cum. On my way back to the hotel, I looked at the skyline and couldn’t decide whether I ended up in heaven or in hell....

While Scott was cleaning and licking every inch of that black cock, i knelt down to play with his sloppy hole. It was warm and wet and I stuck two fingers in to play with the cum and to keep his hole hungry - although I knew that wasn't going to be a problem since Nate's load was tina-charged. Nate told us to continue having fun and that he had some errands to run and would check back with us later. I certainly hoped so because I wanted that raw black dick inside me. He left us the with the pipe, the lighter and a baggie of meth. As the door shut, I struck the lighter so Scott could tear open the bag to load the pipe. We were both rock fucking hard and passing the pipe back and forth. VerbaI piggy talk as i fucked his muscle butt....all cummy and sloppy. We hit the pipe again and decided it was time to for a scenery change. We agreed that if we came across some hot fuckers we'd stay at the sex club and drain some cock for a bit. If not, we'd head back to Scott's and play some more and log in to bbrt/a4a/scruff to hunt for bareback dick. There wasn't much of interest in the club, at least not in present view. So, we decided to head out. We're back at Scott's both high as fuck and we had two hot studs back to back with big dicks that wanted to pump bareback (even though the profiles said safe). Scott thinks he had at least 5 loads in by that point so I asked him to sit on my face and let me munch. I sucked that throbbing hole and ate as much nut as I could. When you think about it, it's really fucking hot to eat stranger's loads out of your buddy's muscle ass. I shared the cum remnants on my tongue for him and we kissed deeply when there was another knock on the door. Paolo was a neighbor in Scott's building and we'd all played a couple times. Always safe, unfortunately and never fucked up on tina. He said he saw horny and saw us both online and figured we were together. He was barely in the doorway before we had his pants down. A really sexy fucker with a thick Brazilian accent and a thick Brazilian cock. He was quite horned up so we knew we had a decent chance of getting him to bareback one of us. Scott was performing his usual deep throat magic while I was laying back on the bed staring into his eyes and fingering my fuzzy hole. He kept licking his lips and eventually nudged his way onto the bed and grabbed me by the ankles to line his raw cock up to my hole. He teased the tip and it felt so hot and I knew he wanted to shove it deep and breed my ass. He overthought it, though, and pulled back and hopped to his jeans to get a rubber. Obviously, I was disappointed but I still wanted Paolo's pole. And he clearly wanted my hole. He pounded the shit out of me for three or four minutes before blasting. My God I was so envious of that fucking rubber. As he pulled out, I gently grabbed his cock and the rubber and said I'd take care of it and darted off to the bathroom. Scott escorted our Brazilian stud out and joined me in the bathroom. Of course I saved the rubber with Paolo's huge cum wad. I emptied it onto Scott's tongue and we passionately made out for a few minutes sharing that tasty DNA. We knew it was time to kick it up a notch. And we wanted Nate back - or at least some other huge black cock. Like clockwork, we hear a text alert on Scott's phone. It's Nate and he's dropping a buddy off in the neighborhood and was wondering if we were still 'up'. Scott jokingly said to swing by his place before dropping his buddy off. There was a couple seconds of silence on the other end while Nate was probably pondering .... and finally said, "ok cool, we can drop by for a minute." We scrambled for a minute or two to clean up the condo a bit - you know how it can be in a sketchy state. And before we knew it, another knock on the door.....

Well, we had done it and stealthed my FB with a load of hvl poz cum. The poz guy, though, took a little advantage of the situation of me being in another world from being fucked so good. He had after loading my boy, also rammed home in me and bred me with his toxic load and it felt so good that he kept on pounding my hole until he had cum in me a second time to boot. WOW Was I ever in fuck heaven from the way they had used my hole. I loved every minute of it even if I had been surprised a lot by the poz cum and had not really been after that at all. Afterwards the poz guy and I had talked a bit and decided to get my boy again as soon as possible. He thought we could turn him into a cum dump and get rid of him wanting a condom ever again. We just needed to get him going more and we both decided to try and keep our 'rosters' clear as possible to be ready for him when he would call. We didn't have long to wait either. My boy loved my hole so much and it was hard for him to find anyone else who could take the pounding he liked to do with his huge cock. True to form he sent me an email and wanted to fuck me and again with only about an hour to try and get ready. He also asked if it was possible for the 'other guy', as he referred to him, to join also. He probably thought it would be too quick to get him. He was going to be surprised though, I hoped. I immediately got ahold of our poz guy and he was ready and could meet us at the time. We were both there early. Loved the way he made out and also the taste of his nice cock too. We made out for a good 20 minutes before my FB got there. He looked a little surprised to see the poz guy there but tried to not let on and said how happy he was for him to be there. My FB wanted to know if the poz buy would fuck me first to get me opened up more for him. This was a surprise though and I had not thought he would ask that. I looked at the poz guy and he smiled and told us he was ready for it. I wasn't sure I wanted it but laid down and we all started to make out for a bit and then the poz guy climbed on me. He looked me right in the eyes as he started to stick his cock in me. It was drooling precum and slicked my hole up and he was able to slide in fairly easily with his own lube. My boy was soon over me kissing me as the poz guy started to stroke his cock in my hole. It felt amazing and I was soon ramming my ass back at him as he tried to bottom out every time in me. This went on for a good 10 minutes when my FB all at once asked to take over. I groaned as the poz guys cock left my hole but soon I was back in ecstasy as my boy rammed his huge cock in me and started pounding away immediately. He was telling me he was too turned on watching me take another cock and just had to have my hole. The poz guy was now behind my boy with a hard cock in need and leaned over him again. He asked us what he was supposed to do with his cock now as he was really turned on badly and in need of getting off. I grabbed my boy though and planted a hot deep kiss on him to keep him from answering and just pointed with one had for the poz guy to ram it in him. The poz guy started rubbing his cock up and down my boys ass lubing his hole with his precum like he had mine. My FB started to squirm a little but I held him tight and shoved my tongue in his mouth as deep as I could and wrapped my legs around him tighter also. He quit moving so much other than ramming his cock in me deep and hard and soon I could tell the poz guy had his cock buried in him again. My boy held still for a bit deep inside me and I could feel the poz guy pounding away at his hole. My boy was looking me in the eyes and soon he could not hold still and he started to pound my again which definitely got him impaled deeper in me and the poz guy deeper in him too. He quit the kiss and his head went back as he arched his back and pounded me as hard as he could. He was then yelling how great this felt and looked over his shoulder at the poz guy who leaned in and kissed him passionately. My boy was moaning his pleasure now and soon broke the kiss and was telling us both to use him good. The poz guy kind of let part of the cat out of the bag as he then told my boy to get ready he was going to cum and impregnate him. My boy was too far gone and it didn't seem to register what was said. He just told the poz guy to hurry as he was about ready to cum too. They both went wild then and soon my bud rammed home in my ass as deep as he could and yelled he was cumming. The poz guy then yelled he could feel it in my boys ass and he was cumming too and all this set me off and I was cumming all over my stomach without having to touch my own cock. All three of us getting off at the same time and wow I was floating away my orgasm was so strong. I started to come back and again the poz guy was the only one with me as my boy had got up and left again quickly. He was rimming my ass and eating the load from by FB and before I could say anything he had lined his cock up with my ass and was rammed in deep. He held it still in me as it registered on my mind that his poz cock was again in me. I was trying to find a way to tell him no but could not think of a way with it feeling so good in me. I had never been able to turn down a hard cock and especially once it was in me it was basically impossible for me to say no. He just held still for a while and only kind of stirred around a little without actually pumping and out at all. The feeling was nice though. He was telling me he thought he was definitely pozzing my boy as he had noticed a little pinkish color on his cock this time when he pulled out of him and there had been he was sure some tearing in him and bleeding which would help his toxic load get into him better and faster. I hadn't heard it but he also told me my boy had thanked him for the load when he left. We both smiled at that one. As he told me about the thank you, the poz guy pulled back on his cock until only the head was still in me and asked if I wanted another load. Before I could answer he shoved forward and buried his cock to the hilt in me and I could only moan in pleasure and he took that as a yes and really started to fuck me good. Again, I got two more loads from him before he was done and I had not told him to stop. I was a doggone cum dump myself and now proabably getting pozzed when all I had wanted was my bud to get it. Not only that but I got two loads now for the one he got. What should I do now?

It always started the same way. Some kid trawling Scruff after hitting the bars cause he didn't get lucky. Eric smiled when the kid sent him a woof -- another kid that was going get more than he was looking for. Eric's cock twitched at the idea of breeding this boy. He worked out hard and was in great shape; he had ink in all the right places but had the attitude to back it up. The kid's stats were pretty hot -- 6'2", 185 lbs and 23 years old-- too young to be completely filled out, but well on his way. After a few more details, the kid was on his way over. Eric's cock began to stiffen and push against his jeans, betraying his eagerness to share his seed with the boy. He went to the dungeon and put on his harness, perfectly framing the biohazard tattoo on his chest. He was ready to give this boy the fuck of his life. Perfectly on cue, there was a knock on the door upstairs and Eric went up to greet him. Opening the door, the boy was startled and stammered out a hello. Pulling him inside and slamming the door behind him, Eric easily overwhelmed the kid and nailed him to the wall. Forcing his tongue into the boy's mouth, he gave the boy a preview of what would be happening to his ass in a few minutes. The kid was enthusiastic and immediately moved his hands down Eric's jeans to feel his stiff cock. It was nine by seven, and a number 2 gauge PA. His cock was the perfect tool to share his gift, especially with inexperienced kids like this boy. In seconds, Eric's jeans were on the floor and the boy's face was buried his crotch, face smashed into the leaking red jock. Grabbing the kid under his arms, Eric heaved him to his feet and pushed him down the stairs to the dungeon. Pulling his head into his right arm and forcing the boy's mouth open again, Eric unzipped the kid's shorts and shoved them to the ground. The kid was wearing a jock like he was told and was about to be rewarded for it. Guiding the boy over to the leather covered St. Andrew's Cross leaned against the wall, he smiled as he pushed the boy against the cross and spread his legs. Tracing his tongue from the back of the boy's neck to the band of his jock, he could taste the salty sweat of excitement. As Eric moved his hand to spread the kid's checks, he felt the boy relax. He began tongue fucking the boy's ass, getting it ready for his leaking cock. Reaching down to his own jock, he pushed the pouch to the side, letting out his cock and balls. Slowly, he stood up, tracing the kid's spine with his tongue back up to his neck, and wrapped his right arm around the boy's neck in a choker hold. As the boy began to protest, Eric bit his neck firmly and the kid relaxed -- Eric's profile said he liked it rough. Using his free hand, he guided his dripping cock to just behind the boy's cunt and grinned. Without warning, he pushed his full 230 pounds of muscle down on the little bitch and impaled him with one stroke. As he felt his PA against the boy's hole, he instinctively tightened his arm around the boy's neck and forced his cock inside the kid. The boy tried to pull his ass off of Eric's cock, but the cross was in front and Eric's cock was behind. It was no use trying to get away. Eric was stronger than the boy by a long shot and his arm was like steel around the kid's neck. For just a second, he flashed back to his own youth when he was in the same position as this boy, about to be given a gift that would change his life forever. Amused by the boy's reaction, he began relentlessly pounding his cock into the boy's ass. Since that day ten years earlier, Eric had never worn a rubber. The kid would soon understand the gift he was about to receive and like Eric, would soon want nothing more than to share it. Pushing harder and deeper into the young stud's cunt, Eric's balls slapped the boy's ass with fury. The fire in his balls burned as the boy struggled. And then, the feeling started -- a gentle tingle deep in his balls began to stir. Smashing the boy's hips into the cross, the fire in his balls was quickly building pressure and urgency. The little cunt was about to feel the gift exploding from Eric's cock, flooding him from the inside and sharing the dark gift with him. Grinning with the thought of what was about to happen, he slammed his cock as deep into the kid as possible, and then it began. He screamed with pleasure as the boy's ass, wrecked from the viscous fucking, seemed to seize on his cock. As his balls pumped the dirty seed into the boy, he thrust harder and harder careful not to waste one drop of seed. The boy's ass tightened, drinking the dark gift that began burning his innocent cunt. As wave after wave of diseased seed flowed into the boy's guts, Eric felt him relax. He'd felt it before, a man getting his first taste of poison cum, suddenly realizes the gift. Eric's seed was doing its work, passing into the stud's veins, burning into his soul and converting him. Eric thanked his Lord for the boy impaled on his cock as he continued to shoot streams of burning seed into him. The boy was a man now, a brother; forever a servant, branded with the dark seed. Eric's work was done for the night. As the last drops of Eric's seed were greedily swallowed by the boy's ass, he leaned forward to his ear and whispered "Welcome, my brother." Unlike his entry into the boy, Eric began to slowly pull his cock out. Covered in dirty slime, he admired the look of his tool and the tight ass that was reluctantly letting his cock withdraw. As his head began to emerge, he noticed a few thick pieces of cum, slightly obscuring his 999 tattoo. The boy, weak from being used turned around and looked into Eric's eyes. Eric saw the fire of the seed in the boy's eyes. Guiding his new brother gently down to his knees, he allowed the boy to clean the remaining cum from his cock and worship.

A few years ago my partner Steve and I went to Gay Days in Disneyland. It always happens the first full weekend in October. We had been a few times before and always had a blast. We’d meet guys from all over the country and run around with them for the day inside the park. One of the best things about the weekend is that on Friday and Saturday they always have giant parties host in different locations around the parks or in one of the host hotels. We would go dance, drink, and make out with guys that we just meet or from earlier in the day. My partner and I also have a big sexual appetite and this night was no different. We play together as well as separately. It was Friday night, we had gone back to the hotel room to get cleaned up and ready for the Kingdom party that was being held at the House of Blues in downtown Disney. We had a few cocktails in the room to get pre-liquored up since the drinks tend to be damn expensive. Arriving at the House of Blues, we found the party in full swing, music blazing, and go-go boys shaking their asses for those willing to give up a dollar or two for a quick grope and squeeze. Steve was talking with a hot muscle guy, Anthony, who we had meet earlier in the day while waiting in line for Space Mountain. They chatted while I danced for a while with a couple of guys with their shirts off. Finally I was thirsty and walked over to them. By this point the muscle guy was joined by his boyfriend, Peter, who was a tasty hot dark haired guy with a tight body. We all chatted for a little while as we continued to drink the night away. Soon this led into us making out near the bar. All of us hot and bothered and were ready for some action. Steve suggested that he and Anthony go back to our room while Peter and I make way to theirs. We all agreed and went on our way. It turns out that we were staying in different hotels and headed in opposite directions. The entire way to Peter’s room we could not keep our hands off each other. Rubbing, kissing, and reaching into each other’s pants. When we finally made it to the room Peter opened the door and to my surprise two other guys where in the room sitting on the bed watching TV. Peter had forgotten to mention that they were sharing their hotel room with a couple of friends, Eric and Jason. I was concerned that we would not be able to fuck, and I really needed some fat cock in my ass! Peter eased my worries very quickly as he just closed the door and threw me on the bed and started kissing me all in one motion. He asked if it was okay if Eric and Jason could watch and I said that they could join in as far as I was concerned. They both were built very similar to Peter. In no time at all we were each naked and everyone was sucking someone else's cock. Peter had been sucking on Jason’s cock before moving onto to eating my ass out. This is when I notice that all three of them had a tattoo around their belly buttons. Each a different design but each the same thing…a bio hazard tattoo! I was shocked and stop sucking on Eric fat uncut cock. Eric looked down and me and smiled asking if I liked the tattoo. I just lay there, wide eyed, while Peter continued to eat my hole. I told Eric that I was hoping to get cock in my ass but now that I saw their tats that that was not going to happen. Peter popped up for my hole and asked “why not?” I replied because they were all poz. Peter just chuckled and said I already had a poz load soaking into my hole. “What the fuck do you mean I already have a poz load soaking into my hole?!” “You have Jason’s thick toxic load in your hole.” Jason had cum in Peter’s mouth while we were sucking each other’s cock, before Peter started eating my ass out. Peter did not swallow and worked Jason’s load into my hole with his tongue so I would be ready for all of their cocks. I have to admit that even though I was freaking out on the inside I was extremely turn the hell on. I had always fantasized about taking a poz cock and load in my ass. I always jacked off to stories online about being stealthed but had never told anyone about it, not even Steve. Peter could see that my cock started to throb even more and was leaking a heavy amount of precum after he told me I had Jason’s toxic load in my ass. Peter placed his thick cock at the opening of my hole and gave me a look as if waiting for my approval that he go ahead and fill my ass with his cock. I gave him a smile and started to suck Eric’s cock again and started to stroke Jason’s. This is all Peter needed before sliding into my ass fast and deep in one swift motion hitting his balls against my ass. “Fuck yeah,” I grunted, my voice somewhat muffled by Eric’s cock. Peter worked his cock in my hole good, pulling all the way out and slamming it back in balls deep. I had not been fucked like this in a long while. That 'Fuck yeah' was all I could manage. I was so fucking turned on by the thought of having my hole used by a fat uncut poz cock bareback, let alone getting three raw poz cocks in my ass! Peter lasted about ten minutes before his breathing increased and shouted “Take my dirty fucking seed you slut!” I could feel his cock pulse inside my ass as it deposited the second toxic load of the night. His cock twitched and throbbed inside me making my flesh and hole twitch in delight. The second Peter slid out, Eric slid into my ass, filling me with his fat uncut piece of meat. He did not last more than five minutes since I had been sucking his cock the entire time. “Oh fuck yeah, I'm gonna to knock you up good. Here it comes!” “Fucking fill my ass up, you dirty bastard!” “Fuck yeah!!!!!” It felt like a lake was forming inside my ass when his load meet-up with Jason’s and Peter’s. This entire time Jason had been jacking his cock and was ready to blow another thick toxic load into my willing horny neg ass. Sliding in balls-deep, he lasted only three thrust before his cock blew another thick creamy load into my hole. At that moment we heard a key working the lock on the door and in walked Anthony. “I see we are having some fun in here!” It had been close to an hour and a half since we all parted ways at the party to head off to the rooms for fun. “How many loads does he have?” “Four total.” Eric replied. “Time to add mine to the mix!” As Anthony said this he started stripping his clothes off and again I noticed that familiar tat around the belly button. “Holy shit yes!” I moaned. Anthony moved over and started to slide his 8” cock into my well used and cum filled ass. “So did you fuck Steve?” I asked as Anthony worked my hole. “I’m not going to kiss and tell.” “Did he see the Bio tat?” “That he did.” “I can’t believe that I am taking raw poz cock! It has been a fantasy of mine but I have never mentioned it to anyone.” “Then I am glad we get to help with your fantasy coming true.” He was making deep slow strokes in and out of my ass with his fat cock slowly picking up the pace as we chatted. “You ready for my bug juice?” “Fuck yes! Blow every drop you have in me!” With that Anthony let out a long deep moan as I felt his cock blow deep with my gut. “That makes five total for the night” Eric said. “Shouldn’t take long for you to convert over now,” Anthony remarked. “Is that a guarantee?” I asked. “Pretty much, since none of us or on any kind of meds," Eric replied as the other three nodded their heads with big smirks on their faces. “Well time for you to go back to your man,” Anthony said as he started to toss my clothes to me. “Fuck” I said “I can’t believe I just did that. What am I going to tell Steve?” “Who said you have to tell him anything other than that you had a great time.” “I guess.” “Oh make sure to keep those loads in your ass for the rest of the night. Maybe we will see you in the park tomorrow.” As I started to walk back to my hotel the streets were pretty much empty except for a few people here and there. When I reached the hotel and made it the room I was quiet since I was not sure if Steve would still be up or not. Opening the door the room was dark and I could hear snoring coming from the king-size bed in the middle of the room. I decided not to shower and follow Anthony's recommendation, and keep the five toxic loads in my ass for the rest of the night. I stripped out of my clothes and climbed quietly into bed. I did not take long for me to fall asleep after the late night work out I had just received. About an hour later I was awakened to Steve’s hard cock nudging up against my abused and filled hole. I was worried that he would freak out if he noticed that my ass was loaded up with cum since our rule is that we only play safe with others, let alone that I had just taken five poz cocks and loads raw into my ass. Steve could sense that I was now awake since I began to push back onto his hard cock. “You have a good time?” he asked as he started to slide the head of his throbbing cock into my hole. “I sure did. You?” “You bet your ass I did” he replied. By this point he had made it balls-deep into my sloppy hole and began to move slowly in and out. “I can tell that you had some fun.” “What do you mean?” I asked him. “Your hole feels slick and creamy.” Fuck he had noticed. I had no idea what to say at this point. I had never broken our rule before of only playing safe. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it” he said as he continued to slowly work his cock in and out of my hole. “Don’t worry about it? Are you sure?” I asked. “Yeah, don’t worry about it; I broke the rule tonight as well. I fucked Anthony raw and blew in his hole.” “You did?” “Yupe!” Holy shit I was so fucking horned up at this point. I realized that I had never cum earlier. “Fuck yeah, Steve; fuck me like you fucked Anthony!” “Oh yeah, baby, I’m going to! Damn your hole is so slick. How many loads did you take?” “Five” I said with heavy breath. “Five! Shit, how many guys fucked you?” Panting I replied “Four, they are sharing their room with a couple of friends." “I know” he said with a chuckle. “You knew?” “Yup, I arranged it for you.” “You did?” “Yes I did, baby. I though you could use some fun. It has been so long since we have been on a vacation I really wanted you to enjoy yourself. I wanted to fulfill your every fantasy.” The second Steve said that I froze while Steve continued to pump my ass. “What did you say?” I asked. “I wanted to fulfill your fantasy. It was not an accident that we meet Anthony and Eric today in the park. I found them online a few months ago when we decided to go on vacation. I have been chatting with them ever since and arranged this whole night.” I listened to him tell the story while he slid in and out slowly each time pulling almost all the way out before make his way back in balls-deep. I still had mentioned nothing about the four of them each being poz and not on meds when he said “I found them on one of your websites.” “One of mine?” “Yes, one of the sites you've been hiding from me.” I started to moan even louder now as I knew what he was getting at. “I know you are a dirty little bug chasing whore but were too scared to ever do anything about it unless fate stepped in…so I did.” “Holy shit Steve, I can’t believe this! I never would have told you 'cause I was scared what you might think of me.” “No worries, I’m just glad that you forget to clear your internet history sometimes or I would never have gotten the chance to get your ass after it was filled with a shit load of toxic cum!” With that I could feel my cock begin to swell to its limit and blow all over my chest, face and bed. “Fuck me Steve! Work that toxic sperm into my hole!” Two seconds later Steve began to grunt as he pounded away at my cum-greased ass and he blew his load as deeply as he could get his pulsating cock. Afterwards Steve lay next to me with his cock still my ass as we fell asleep me in his arms. When we woke up in the morning I rolled over and gave Steve the biggest kiss I ever had and said “Thank you” “You're welcome” he said with a wink and a grin. “I still can’t believe that that happened last night. I never thought I would ever do that. Fuck that was hot.” "I’m glad I could help fulfill a fantasy of yours, not to mention one that fucking hot. Oh by the way it is not over yet. The guys will all be coming over here tonight to give you another helping to make sure it takes.” “Oh god yes!” I moaned as we exchanged a passionate kiss. Steve then let me in on his next bomb: “Plus I need to get another deposit from Anthony as well. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that after I fucked him he flipped me over and filled my ass up with a couple of loads of his own!” I instantly moved my hand to Steve’s ass to feel weather he still had Anthony’s charged load in his ass. Sure enough my fingers slid right into his ass with ease thanks to the toxic lube he had kept with him over-night. I pulled my fingers out and sucked on them before giving Steve another deep long kiss. “I love you,” I whispered in his ear. “As you should,” he whispered back with a smile. “Now let’s get showered and get something to eat! You’re going to need your strength for tonight!” This is my first attempt at writing a story like this. I hope it was enjoyable. If it is well received I will continue to write more.

The Soldiers –supporting our troops the Dr Mike Way (this story is part of the larger series of stories I have posted that started with - "DR Mike - Biohazard or Healer") It was a hot and muggy Thursday morning in Washington, DC and work at the office had been intense and beyond busy. I was so ready for the weekend, and having to walk to work on the hottest day of the year so far was the last thing I wanted to do. I had set the alarm for 4:00 a.m. and figured I would beat the sun and get to the office before it got too hot. I left the apartment at 5:00, it was only 75 degrees, so saw a few joggers, bicyclists, and some commuters, but otherwise the streets were pretty quiet. There were a couple guys cruising around the blocks looking for the last of the night’s prostitutes. I had not gotten fucked the night before, knew Dr. Mike would not be pleased, but I struck out and was also horny as fuck! I even tried to cruise a couple of the guys circling the blocks in case one of them was feeling really freaky and wanted my biohazard ass. Nothing. Twice a week I go a different way to work and stop by this little deli to pick up lottery tickets and knew they would be open and prepping for the breakfast crowd. I crossed the street, walked east around the traffic circle, and as I came around the corner of the hotel that faces the circle, saw a soldier leaning against the wall in front of the restaurant that faces 14th Street – the designated smoking area in front of the hotel. The soldier had on black boots, camo pants and jacket, and a maroon beret. He was taller than me, and had a good 30 pounds on me – all clearly muscle. The soldier was a few years younger than me with a hard jaw line and intense eyes that latched onto me the minute I saw him. As I closed the 10 feet between us, he put the cigarette between his lips with a huge right hand, took a long drag and finished it off, stood up straight, put it out on the sidewalk with his boot, and as I got near him he nodded his head and, “Hi, how are you this morning Sir?” Sir? Fuck I was not that old, but I stopped, held out my hand and said, “Great man, fucking tired and hating this heat. My shirt is wet already and sweat is running down my ass and I have only walked a few blocks.” The soldier laughed, shook my hand and said, “I hear you Sir, but this ain’t nothing to some of the places I have been recently and this shit humidity makes your balls stick together and wedge where they don’t belong.” The soldiers grip tightened on my hand and lingered a bit longer then was normal. No, couldn’t be. I must be dizzy from the humidity. He let go, reached into his front pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one. I declined, so he lit up, and leaned back against the wall, taking long drags and looking at me. I decided what the hell, I knew all about don’t ask don’t tell, and the risk was exciting. I looked at the soldier’s uniform and it said BAKER in black letters. “Baker,” I said, “Are you in town visiting?” Stupid question I know. “Yes Sir,” the soldier said, “Here for a training course. I’m airborne forces for the army, but as a Captain I need some other skills too, so am here for a couple days with some others from my squad.” “You’re up awful early,” I said as I looked at his crotch and tried to get some idea of what the Captain was carrying. He saw my gaze, smiled through the cigarette in his lips, reached down with his left hand and did a slow stroke, shift of his dick that was hanging down his right pant leg. “Yes Sir,” Captain Baker said, “I could not sleep so decided I should get up and smoke a few and get the day started. Class today does not start until 14:00, so have to find a way to occupy my time.” Captain Blake said the last part with a sneer and a wicked look in his eyes. Here was a man looking for trouble and I was going to give it to him. “Man, the coffee I had before I headed out is starting to hit me. Do they have a bathroom in the hotel lobby?” I asked. Captain Baker nodded, smiled wide, “They do Sir. I am happy to show you,” as he started to lean down to put out his cigarette. “No man, finish that off,” I said, “You have to take everything you can that gives you a little joy and fun.” I hope he understood my hidden meaning. He just nodded, took several long, big drags, blew the smoke my way, and smiled. He finished up, stomped it out with his boot, and I followed him into the hotel. There was a clerk at the front desk off the left who was busy trying to explain to a woman the charges on her bill. The Captain and I walked down the hall to the right, past the elevators and past the sign that said Ballrooms, and around another corner until we saw the Men’s and Women’s signs and one for handicapped. Captain Baker stepped through the door marked with the handicapped sign, held it open for me, and I walked in, turned the light on and went to the toilet. I heard a CLICK, turned, and saw the Captain had turned a lock on the door. He then leaned against the wall by the sink and watched me. I set my backpack down on the floor, undid my belt, dropped my pants to the floor, and aimed. Nothing. Not a drop. My dick started to grow even though I was not jacking it, and now felt like my kidneys would burst as the feeling of having to piss was so intense. I started to blush as I was embarrassed and my whole plan to play it cool to get some cum and maybe do some stealth pozzing was going awry. I shook my head, Captain Baker snickered and said in a low voice, “Seems you have a problem. And so do I.” I looked over as the Captain undid his camo pants, dropped his shorts, and this gorgeous, fat, uncut dick fell out into his hands. He was pretty hard and his dick was almost bouncing up and down as the blood rushed to fill him up. I watched as Captain Baker bent down, pulled his pants partway back up, scrunching his dick up towards his stomach, and shuffled over to me. I did not know which way Captain Blake went – top or bottom – I did not care, I was determined to get that dick. As he was shuffling towards me, I bent forward, reached back and with my left hand pulled my left cheek to the side while with my right, drove my fingers in my ass and started digging at my guts. I wanted to be raw and bloody so the Captain could infect me with anything he might have or if I was lucky, I would get to add him to those I had infected on behalf of Dr. Mike. That must have done the trick as he let out a low moan like a Pit Bull that just got tossed a raw steak. Captain Baker got up behind me, roughly pushed my hands away. “Tell me what you need Sir?” Captain Baker said, still in a low voice. “What are my orders Sir?” Fuck – a – I was a bottom in charge! The Captain had dropped his pants and his dick was resting against my right hip. He was a good 10 inches and I reached back with my right hand, stroked it a few times and moaned a little and started gyrating my hips out of raw hunger. Captain Baker put his left hand on my hip, stopped me from moving and said again, “Your orders SIR!” As he said that, he shoved two fingers of his right hand into my hole using the sweat and whatever ass juice/blood might be there to ease his way. I moaned louder and Captain Baker covered my mouth with his left hand as the fingers on his right jammed in and out of my ass and then starting trying to stretch my hole and dig around. His fingernails found my gut walls and he dug in. I moaned loudly into his hand and pushed my ass back to let him know I wanted more of that. Captain Baker paused. He slowly withdrew his two fingers and I was suddenly afraid I had gone too far. He removed his hand from my mouth, leaned to my left ear and said, “Sir, we have to be quiet. You understand? I WILL make sure that you are Sir, you understand?” I just shook my head and kept looking forward. “Now Sir, I had asked you for my orders but believe you are not yet fit to command. You will do as I say now Sir. I have not fucked anyone since I left home, so I need you to take it like I want Sir. I will not stop once I start Sir.” He paused, I heard some rustling and thought fuck, he was grabbing a condom. “Sir, now here, open your mouth.” I turned my head slightly to the left and opened my mouth. As I did Captain Baker stuffed a bandana into my mouth, then with a couple fingers made sure the entire thing was in my mouth. My jaws were open and mouth full of his bandana to ensure I would stay quiet. The Captain then put his left hand on the back of my shoulder and pushed me forward. I bent forward, placed my hands on the toilet and arched my back so my ass was up and out. My dress shirt was scrunched up just above my ass, but Captain Baker pushed it a little higher, assumed he was looking at my biohazard tat, but did not say a word so knew he did not know what it was. Captain Baker moaned again, parted my cheeks, and this time four big fingers on his right hand drove themselves into my hole. I whimpered and moaned as Captain Baker found the spot he was digging at before in my guts and started digging again. He knew he was on target when I jumped and whimpered. This time he bent over, wrapped his left arm around my hips, pulled me back towards him as his right hand tore at my ass. He stood up, reached around and wiped his fingers that just came out of my ass across my face and under my nose leaving a trail of ass snot across my cheek and upper lip. I braced myself as Captain Baker placed his left hand on my hips again, and I could feel him guiding his dick towards my hole. The Captain’s hips pushed forward, trying to work his dick into my ass and once he realized he was lined up he paused, grabbed my hips with both hands hard, and SLAM FUCKED ME RAW! I moaned into the bandana stuck into my mouth and used all my strength to brace myself on the toilet. Captain Baker grabbed me hard and continued to push his dick dry into my ass. I could feel him tearing my hole. Even though I had been fucked a lot lately as part of Dr. Mike’s treatment program, being fucked rough and pretty dry by a big dick still did its damage and it was clear Captain Baker’s mission was to seek and destroy my asshole – RAW! The Captain’s dick served him well and forced my hole open. Every stroke hurt, but I wanted his dick so bad and was willing to do anything for it. The Captain suddenly pulled all the way out, and shoved four fingers back in there, forcing them deeper up my ass. He pulled them out and replaced with his dick as he drove it balls deep in one stroke. I tried to gasp, but had to breathe through my nose and sort of choked. Captain Baker was moaning now as he fucked – every stroke blasting my hole with big, fat, raw dick. He began pulling almost all the way out and slamming in, pulling out slamming in, faster and faster – and then stopped. My ass was on fire and I could feel his dick start throbbing, twitching, pulsing as he moaned. He stayed still for a good 10 seconds and I figured he had shot his load, but no, he started working my hole again. Now he was doing more controlled strokes, some short just in and out the hole, some balls deep, but the pace was steady and hard. I had no concept of time and the thought of getting caught did not even cross my mind, I just wanted my hole used by this soldier. Captain Baker’s fingers now dug into my sides, his nails cutting into my skin, and I could feel small trickles of blood begin to flow as his nails dug deeper and his fingers clenched into the flesh. I tried to gasp again and couldn’t. The Captain’s grip was squeezing me hard as his dick tore up my ass. I was having a hard time keeping my balance as his rhythm picked up and I then realized how loud the sound of his hips smacking into my ass was, but again I did not care. I started to moan and whimper as his dick was so deep he was making the feeling of having to piss so intense and I realized that with every thrust of his dick into my ass, a little bit of piss was dribbling out of my dick onto my shorts and dress pants. Captain Baker was breathing hard and dug deeper and deeper into my sides with his fingers and nails, I could barely breath as his moans got louder and louder and his spit was flying as he said, “OH SIR, OH SIR, FUCK – YES – YES – FUCK SIIRRRRR!!!” The Captain unloaded his fire of stream after stream of hot cum into my shredded ass. I could feel it hitting its target and the additional wetness lubed my ass up and allowed him to get even deeper as he continued to fuck me and his dick bucked and unloaded. The Captain slowly began to ease up his pace and his dick barely softened. I was moaning almost non-stop from the ecstasy and the need of having to piss. His breathing was almost back to normal as he continued to move his hips and work his cum into my ass. I tried to push myself to a standing position, but he pushed me back forward and kept pumping. A few minutes later he stopped. His dick was still inside me as Captain Baker allowed me to stand up straight. He stopped me from removing the bandana by covering my mouth with his left hand and said, “I needed to make sure it took Sir.” I didn’t know what he meant, as the Captain put his right arm around my chest and pulled me back into him and continued, “You see Sir, on my last deployment there was this hot little girl who used to come to base. She did laundry and stuff for my squad, but was also our whore. Well, let’s just say we had a lot of fun with her, but she sent several of us home with a surprise.” “I got AIDs,” Captain Baker said softly as his left hand tightened over my mouth and his right arm held me even tighter. I was breathing fast with excitement, but he must have thought it was fear and even if I wanted to scream or run, I could go nowhere’s as I was impaled on his dick. “I know Sir, I know. Now Sir you will have me with you always as I am not on any meds – can’t at base – so my cum is like a SCUD missile,” Captain Baker said. “I made sure to tear your ass up good before I started, remember?” I started breathing even faster and my dick was so hard with a mixture of piss and cum leaking out. Captain Baker eased his hold with his right arm and pumped his still hard dick a few times and said, “I coated your guts with my AIDs cum up one side and down the other. My best friend from boot camp is the base doc, so for now, the army does not know. I’ll be out soon - in about a year, and have been looking for a good piece of ass to come home to, now I got you Sir.” My eyes got really wide and I thought what the fuck? As he pulled his dick out of my ass, Captain Baker turned me to face him and said, “I’m going to take the bandana out now. What do you say Sir?” My mouth was dry and did not seem to quite work after the bandana had sucked up all the spit I could make. “Thank you Captain, thank you for marking me as your ass.” I said softly. Captain Baker smiled, put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Now Sir, wash off your face and get dressed. I think you need some more airborne dick that is full of AIDs cum, follow me. I got a couple guys from my squad upstairs who need a wake-up call and they are going to enjoy helping me train you to be a good AIDs whore for some big old Army dick!” Well, once we left the bathroom, I stopped in the lobby, used the payphone to call the office and left a message to say I was sick. I then followed Captain Baker to the elevators and we passed the front desk clerk in the hallway who gave us both a nod and a big old knowing smile. Captain Baker stepped into the elevator, pushed 8, and the doors closed. He looked at me with an evil smile, rubbed his dick, and nodded as he pulled a cigarette out and lit up. My plans to do some stealth pozzing of my own did not quite work out, but that was OK. What better way to support the troops then to give them their own AIDs whore and biohazard ass?

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

When asked, I tell people that I'm about 90% top, but when I need it up the ass, I need it bad. One night after barefucking my boyfriend senseless, I got that craving. I went to work eating out my boyfriend's cummy hole and spit my load into my hand. I fingered my load into my ass, climbing onto my boy's throbbing hard cock. I managed to get a few inches in when his cock started shriveling up. My boy is almost exclusively a bottom, and has NEVER been able to cum by fucking me. I was disappointed, but not upset. He pulled me off his softened dick and pulled me up to his face, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He licked my ear, whispering, “You want that hole filled, don't you? I've got an idea...” He reached for the lube, and squirted some on his fingers and worked it into my hole. I wriggled around hoping that his fingers would be enough to scratch my itch. He got a smallish butt plug and worked it into my ass. It slipped right in. “Get dressed... And wear your jockstrap...” I didn't know what his idea was, but I knew he was up to something when he started sending text messages to several friends on his phone. And by friends, I mean people who have used and wrecked his hole. I knew he had played bare at least some of the time. It was easy to figure out when he came home “after working late,” reeking of mansweat and with a cummy hole. I LOVED sinking my cock into his ass using some stranger's cum as lube, and working their load deeper and deeper into his gut. It always got me off in no time, so I never asked for details or complained. My boy and I have been on-again / off-again monogamous for a few years, and when he falls off the wagon, he falls off big time, hooking up with strangers in park bathrooms, going to sex parties, organizing gangbangs to fill his ass with cum. When we were both dressed he dragged me to the car and we drove to the wrong side of the tracks to an adult bookstore. I thought maybe my boy could fuck me if he had an audience. We went in to the front part of the store and looked at a few dildos. He bought one about 10” long for me, and a tube of silicone lube and we headed back past the more private cabins and into the theatre area. There was a bareback fuck film playing and a few guys scattered around the theatre; some guys were paired up and fooling around, some were jerking off alone. We headed to the front row and started making out. He unzipped my pants and swallowed my cock, pulling my jock's pouch to the side and slurping loudly. I unzipped his fly and fished out his tool, moaning as he sucked away. Our noises started to attract attention. Two guys came over. One stubbly dude in his 20s had his t-shirt pulled back behind his head revealing a tight chest sprinkled with blond fur and two deliciously pierced nipples. The other guy was shorter and thicker around the middle, a bit older, and darker. He pulled his shirt off and leaned forward to kiss me. The darker guy pulled his pants down and waved a massive uncut dick in my face. My boyfriend grabbed his cock and aimed it to my mouth and I greedily swallowed it down. My boy patted me on the back and went to work freeing the blond hunk's cock. In a few moments, we were both on our knees servicing these strangers. My boy sucked the hunk off quickly and was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. He pulled out the new 10” dildo and spit the hunk's wad all over it. I was pulled up to my feet, still blowing the guy as the hunk cheered us on. My boy handed the dildo to the hunk, who removed the buttplug in my ass and replaced it with the cummy dildo. “You like my load up there, pig?” I mumbled yes. “A dirty load for a dirty slut.” I wondered if meant dirty as in POZ... The guy in my mouth started grunting and filled my mouth with his seed. The hunk pulled the dildo out and held it to my face. “Spit!,” he growled at me and I did, covering the dildo with a second load of strangers' cum. The hunk plunged it into my ass. I shook all over as the dildo was shoved repeatedly into my ass. I was so hard thinking about those strangers' loads working their way into my gut. My cocked bounced all over. My boy shoved his dick in my mouth and I blew him as the hunk worked my ass. I knew I was about to cum and moaned as I shot my load onto the filthy theater floor. “Lick that up,” he told me, shoving my face to the floor, forcing me to eat my jizz. The two guys laughed and started picking up their things. The hunk scrawled his number on a piece of paper and handed to my boyfriend saying, “Call me the next time you want to share his hole.” My boy sat down in a theatre seat and pulled me towards him, facing him. He pulled the cummy dildo out of my ass and I sat down on his hard dick. He bounced me up and down on his cock as I moaned with my eyes closed. “Room for one more,” someone asked. I opened my eyes to see a tall beefy red head shaking a thick uncut cock at my ass. “Good to see you again, Mark. Glad you could make it. Let's double-fuck this slut!” “You know I don't pull out man. You still ok with that?” “I've taken your load already. If I didn't mind taking your POZ load why should he?” Damn! This POZ guy had bred my boyfriend and was about to breed me! My boy pulled me forward raising my ass up a bit higher. The redhead spit on his dick, pulled back his foreskin, and eased it to my stretched hole. He managed to shove the head in next to my boy's cock. I felt like I was being torn in two as he forced more and more of his bare cock into my ass. I was glad I had two loads of cum up there to help him work it in and out. The dildo had opened me up a bit, but still, I had never known such pain. My boy saw the tears streaming down my face and eased my higher until his dick plopped out of my ass. The redhead pulled me up to my feet so I was leaning forward onto the seat and plunged his dick back into me, using the waistband of my jockstrap like horse's reins. “Man, he almost feels loose without an extra dick in there. Give me that dildo!” My boy handed him the cummy dildo and slid it back in my ass alongside his own. He leaned over me, grunting into my ear. “You taken a POZ load before, slut?” “No...” “You let your boy take POZ loads and you never wanted POZ loads for yourself?” “Ugh....” was all I could say. “Well, you're gonna get one NOW!!!!!!!” I could feel his first volley of cum shooting into my hole. He pulled all the way out and shot a few more across my back and ass. My knees began to buckle as he worked his slimy cock over my hole, pushing his seed into my gaping hole. He pulled out the dildo and used it to mop his poisoned jizz into my ass. He slapped me across the ass a few times and spun me around to clean off his dick. I tasted the tang of blood mixed with my ass juices and his cum. My boy shook his hand and gave him a bear hug. “Hope the rest of the guys can make it. POZZING this slut is going to be fun!” How had I gone from having an itch that needed to be scratched to taking three loads in a bookstore, at least one of them POZ??? My heart was pounding as the curtains parted and three guys walked in. The saw my boy and me and walked directly over. “This the slut taking all loads?” My boy nodded and smiled. “Yeah. My boyfriend will be as big a slut as me when you POZ fuckers are done with him.” I shuddered to think at what would happen next. To be continued...

The following is a true story. I wont go into much discussion about it here, but at a young age I did play with a friend the same age as me for a while. Then he got a girlfriend and decided he was straight. Our time together taught me that I was gay and loved to get fucked, and had nobody to fuck me any more. There was an ABS in my neighborhood that I passed every day on my way home from school. There were big signs in the blacked out windows that said "private video viewing booths 25 cents". I lived with my mom, and we were poor; we did not have access to the internet at home so I did not have access to porn. I told myself that I would go into this porn shop as soon as I was old enough. A few days after my 18th birthday I did just that. I was nervous. I stood in front of the store next to it for a very long time to make sure nobody I knew was near who could see me go in. As soon as I got into the store I saw the signs that said "Video Booths" and made a bee-line there. When I walked into the arcade, I was surprised at what I saw. Men were standing around and walking the aisles. I expected everyone to be embarrassed about being there and immediately lock themselves into a booth. I was not comfortable about being out for everyone to see and ducked into the closest booth and latched the door. I thought ahead and brought a pocket full of quarters with me, I did not want to have to ask a clerk for change. I put a few quarters in the slot, switched the channel to a scene with two guys fucking on some gym equipment, unzipped my pants and started feeling myself. I noticed a hole in the wall of the booth just as a guy got into the adjoining booth. I was startled at first and didn't understand; then I realized (or thought) 'oh, guys put those in there so they could watch each other jerk off'. I was also curious about seeing a real cock, other than the only one I had ever seen, which I had not seen in a few years. I knelt down and started looking through the hole. The man was was in his 40's. I liked that. I had found myself attracted to older guys for a while; I didn't know my father really well so I think I had a daddy complex. He didn't have a gym toned body, but it was a decent build, and he had a couple of tattoos. I liked what I saw. He unbuttoned his jeans, took his cock out, and started rubbing it. He continued for a few seconds as it quickly got fully hard. It was quite impressive, much bigger than my friends, probably about 7 inches, maybe more. He slowly jerked off for a few seconds more then started moving toward the hole. When his dick came through the hole, I realized what he wanted. I put my mouth on it and started sucking. After a couple of minutes, he took his dick away and asked me through the hole if I wanted to join him in a booth that didn't have a hole. I said ok and he told me that the one next to his didn't have one. I zipped up and walked over to the next aisle and went in. He locked the door behind me and took his pants off. I did the same. He took out this little brown bottle and sniffed from it, then motioned to me as if asking if I wanted it. I asked what it was. He said, "They are called poppers, it's nothing illegal, it gives you a little buzz that only lasts a minute or so; take a small sniff and if you don't like it, it wont last long" I took the bottle, and sniffed. I liked it. I sucked on his dick for a while, and then he pushed me away gently to ask if I like to get fucked. I said that it had been a long time. He handed me the bottle and had me sniff again. Then he said he really wanted to fuck me but didn't have a condom. I don't know why, since I learned about the risks in school, but I said it was ok. He pulled out some lube and prepared us both. I bent over. He handed me the bottle, told me to take tow very deep hits and then hold onto the bottle. I inhaled deeply. He timed it perfectly, right as the rush from the poppers hit me he plunged deep into me. He started slowly, then keep increasing his speed and intensity until the point where he was furiously pounding me. My ass started to feel a little raw, and although I was loving it, I was a little relieved to feel his cock spasm inside me; I didn't want to hurt for days to follow. We started getting dressed. I commented about the tattoo above hit cock. "It looks like the biohazard symbol like in the hospital, that's pretty cool". "Oh shit, you don't know what that's about?" I shook my head. "I'm sorry kid, I thought everybody knew. It means I have HIV".

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There's a sleazy adult book store a 45 minute drive from here. It can be fun or slow, depending on when you go. I have found some luck going during lunch time on a weekday for a good high protein liquid lunch as I love to suck anonymous cocks through the glory holes. I went this last Monday, hoping it would be a better time than last time I was there. On that occasion there were only two other guys were there, and both, like me, were bottoms. This time when I drove into the parking lot I was pleased to see eight cars parked in the lot. I went in, paid the $5.00 entrance fee, and went behind the curtain where the video booths are located. I saw a couple of regulars as well as a few other guys I had never before seen. I walked around a bit, checking out the guys going in and out of the booths, and listening for the sounds of real sex. I chose one of the booths that I knew offered two glory holes, one on each side of the booth. I sat down and found a good video to watch, and waited to see if anyone would enter one of the adjoining booths. Before too long, I heard someone enter the booth on my right. I bent my head down a bit to take a look. The guy was standing, flipping through the video channels. He seemed to find one to his liking and began rubbing the crotch of his blue jeans. I looked back at the screen to watch a bit of the hot gang bang video playing on the screen. Then I leaned down again to check-in on my neighbor: he had pulled his dick out and was slowly stroking it. He wasn't fully hard yet, but seemed to be growing nicely. I stuck a finger through to hole to let him know I wanted a taste. He turned, and stepped closer. I watched him stroke it a bit more, and signaled again with my finger. He stepped slid his dick through the glory hole. I felt him up, and stroked him a bit. He sighed deeply. I love hearing a man's reaction to the services I'm giving his dick. So I took it up a notch and leaned down and licked the tip. He whispered "Oh yeah!" and I went down on my knees to give him more attention. I started sucking for real, and his dick grew in my mouth. It was not very thick, but it was fairly long and had a nice upward curve. The more I sucked, the more he moaned. I gave him the full deep throat treatment, and he rewarded me with a thick tasty load. That was load number one. The next guy had been watching through the hole on the other side, and as I sat back up, he slipped his dick through the glory hole for my inspection. He was uncut, and apparently extra sensitive, 'cause when I took him into my mouth, his cock jumped and jerked, especially when he blew load number two deep down my throat. I had to wait a few minutes for the next cock. Guy number three seemed shy at first, but I finally got a taste. I went wild on it with my tongue, and he shot off very quickly with a big deep moan. Guy number four followed almost immediately. He was quite verbal, whispering to me to suck it deep, telling me how he liked it, and cheering me on with exclamations, and eventually "Here it cums." Four delicious loads in half an hour, all from guys I would never be able to identify. I got up and lef the booth to walk around a bit. There are two larger booths in this place that don't have glory holes, but are big enough for two guys to play around comfortably. There was a guy in his 30's with buzzed hair, broad shoulders, work boots and some kind of uniform like a car mechanic or something. He looked like he might be Hispanic, which is pretty unusual in this part of the country. He was standing in the doorway of this large booth, and he was giving me the eye, so I walked down that way. I got close to him, and he stepped into the booth leaving the door open so I could see him. He was groping the front of his pants, and I could tell he had a large bulge. I stepped toward him, and he entered the booth. I followed him in and he reached behind me to shut and lock the door. He kept kneading his dick through those pants. He said "do you like big dick man?" Of course I answered "Yes." "I want to see yours," he then said. Well, it's not much, but he had me hard as a rock. He told me to drop my jeans and turn around so he could see my ass. I complied. Then he told me to get on my knees and he pulled-out his big thick cock and told me to suck on it. It was the best I had seen so far. I stared licking and sucking, taking more and more into my mouth with each stroke. He grabbed my head and started to fuck my face. I love a man who takes charge like that! He then took his cock out of my mouth and told me to lick his balls. Then he fed me his cock again, ordering me to get it wet. After a couple of minutes of me slobbering on his steely cock, he pulled me up to my feet. My pants were still around my ankles. He looked me in the eyes with lust, turned me around, and pressed me up against the wall. I heard him spit a big glob which he shoved into my twitching hole. He pushed the thick head of his cock against my hole and slowly entered me. He stopped with just the tip of his dick inside my ass and asked "You want this, don't you bitch?" "Yes, yes, fuck me!" I replied. And he pushed-in slowly but firmly. Once he was all the way in, he gave me a minute to adjust, then he slowly and steadily long-dicked me. It felt so hot to have him pressed up against me fucking in and out of my ass. "Hot willing fuckhole man" he said into my ear as he picked up speed. He fucked harder and faster, grunting more and more. "Take my load bitch!" he said and he buried himself deep inside me. I felt his cock jerking out a load as he held me tightly against his body, grunting and gasping into my ear. My head was spinning I was so turned on by this rough guy. He pulled out, put his cock away, slapped my loaded ass, and left the booth. I figured five loads was enough for the day, especially since I sure couldn't top that last one. I'll be back for more soon!

Nine months without a cigarette! It does get easier.

Took two loads on Friday (both poz) and then two on Satuday, which I think were both neg.

I've been busy getting fucked and fucking, and having lots of fun in the process. I'm always upfront about my HIV status, undetectable. While some guys are turned off, others are turned on by the fact I'm poz and that I prefer bareback to rubbers. This is particularly true of straight guys - for some reason I can't figure out. Of course I'm perfectly happy to fuck-around with straight guys, 'cause a horned up straight guy is one filthy fucker and I LOVE fucking straight arse and getting fucked by straight cock. Don't get me wrong. I love being gay, and love fucking with gay guys, and of course, wouldn't have it any other way, but there's something about a horned up straight man who wants cock that just gets me going. On this occasion nothing was biting on Grindr. My profile is upfront about wanting only bareback sex, and that I'm a member of the poz tribe. As has often crossed my mind, this could be a mistake, but then a guy sent me this message: "Hey, nice profile." "Thanks," I replied. We exchanged additional messages, and then he sent me a pic of himself: 6'3", big chest, big legs, big body, and a fucking nice cock. He was apparently a laborer 'cause he was in some sort of uniform, and when he dropped his paint-covered cargo trousers and shirt, I was hot to trot. And, as usual when I see a guy who is bigger than my size, my inner bottom came out. Well, he wanted to play. He acknowledged being married, but still he liked to play with guys. As I love to play with married guys, eventually we met. Our initial get together was strictly a 'suckin' event'. He came in, stripped, and watched porn while I sucked him. But oh, the the kissing! He kissed me when he walked through the door, murmuring he was gonna make love to me, and leave me aching for his cock. I begged him to fuck me, but he only replied "We'll see." He insisted on bareback porn, with an emphasis on breeding. Understandably he loved Treasure Island Media and, as I blew him and he clearly was turned on 'cause he grunted "Fuck that bareback porn is hot. Bet all the dirty bastards all have fuckin' AIDS," and as his cock throbbed in response to his observation. Then he began face-fucking me, gagging me in the process. And I loved it. Eventually he shot his load down my throat, and then made me kiss him. By this time I was involuntarily dripping precum, so he made me wank off, blowing my load on his cock, and then demanded I lick all of it off. All the while he announced I was a "...dirty infected poz pig," and additionally commented that I was to worship his straight cock. I was totally into taking care of him, and when he left, I was spent. The next time we got together the routine was similar: porn, sucking, and he tells me how dearly he wants to fuck me. I begged for him to fuck me, but he replied cryptically 'maybe'. Then he asked if I had any toys, so I produced a couple of dildos, and he ended-up fucking me with my own dildo as I sucked him. When he came he was banging my throat so hard I was hoarse afterwards. Then he ordered me to kiss him with the cum then pushes me on my back and fucks me with my dildo while he wanked me off. He fucks my ass so hard the dildo was pink with traces of blood, and when I came, he wiped the dildo on my balls and again described me as 'a dirty poz pig'. The third time he comes it's more of the same...I beg to get fucked. He says "no, you infected pig" he strips, porn,suck, fucking my face and fingers my hole before inserting the dildo. He orders me not to swallow his cum this time though. He cums eventually and my jaws are aching. He orders me to kiss him and transfer the cum to his mouth. I dutifully oblige loving the experience of his salty cum and kissing him. I give him his cum back. He pushes me away, pulls my dildo out, spits the cum on the dildo and fucks me as he reaches for lube and lubes my cock "sniff poppers" he says as he dildo fucks me with his cum and begins to wank me. "Yeah you're begging for my cum in you aren't you you infected pig. You aint gonna get it. I'm not taking your toxic gay virus." I spunk in seconds, he leans down, licks it all up and spits it in my face before kissing me deep and long. God I am in heaven The fourth time was today. "Wear a jock" he ordered me before he arrived "and have your hole lubed" . Im assuming more dildoing. I obey. He walks in. Immediately he feels down for my hole as he kisses me. He doesn't usually do this. He strips and his fucktool is already hard. "suck me" he orders and I do. And the facefucking starts but slower this time. He sits down on an armchair to watch porn and my cock remains clamped on him from him standing to him sitting. "slow deepthroat me" he says. I do. the dildos are ready. "We wont be needing those today" he says. My heart sinks. I want this guy to top me so fucking bad. I am on my knees as he reaches down, and fingers me. First one then two fingers go in. He says "I bet you wish you were being bred and pozzed like those guys in the porn" I groan acknowledgement and he pushes my throat right down on his cock while a third finger goes up my hole and I squirm. He pulls fingers out and slaps my arse, hard. I yelp and make to take my mouth off his cock and he just forced my head on his tool and his fingers back up my hole. "Popper up" he orders. I do. "turn around" he says "on your knees facing the tv and porn"I do. And then I feel his hands on my shoulders, and his cock goes straight up my lubed arse. I yelp and pull away and he pulls me back onto his cock, hard. "There you go fucker, you wanted my bareback cock up your aids riddled mancunt didn't you. Well you got it now. Take it like the bitch you are gonna be for me" and this big man starts fucking my like a piston and holding me. He bends over and bites my neck "I'm marking you so your boyfriend can see I own your arse now, fucker." I am yelping in pain and moaning in pleasure at the same time "talk to me cunt" he orders " I love your cock, itsso fucking hard" as it bangs against my prostate and he fucks harder and harder. He fucks and starts to wank me before pulling my balls. He pulls my waist and pulls back. He basically picks me off the floor - and I'm not small, 6foot, work out, 14 stones and he pulls me to sit on his cock as he sits on the armchair and basically lifts me up and down on his fucktool and tells me to bounce. I do. He moans and fucks harder and grabs me. I'm dripping pre cum by this time. He fingers my cock and takes my precum, inserting two fingers plus his cock in me. I moan again "Turn round and sit on my cock and face me" he orders. I do. I sit on his cock and his hands lift my thighs up and down and he's fucking me "big weightlifting legs " he says "still a fucking bottom though. So much for the vers it says on your profile. You are a bottom when I am around" he says. His hard cock is rubbing against my prostate. He begins to fuck harder and hard and faster. He's gone bright red and is kissing me while I grab the back of the armchair and he's fucking (I love this position.) "Play with my balls, play with my balls" he says as he grabs mine and yanks with one hand, pulling my nipple with another as I bounce up and down to meet his legs going up and down like made. I each behind me and grab his balls" "harder cunt" as he kisses me I grab them harder. "you are gonna be an addict for me" he pants. He fucks harder. He starts to grunt, groan, breathe harder and puff. He keeps going. I am dripping pre cum like no tomorrow. "Im gonna cum" he says and pulls me down on his cock so hard I gasp. And he groans "Oh fuck, I'm cumming" and thrusts "take my fucking raw load you cunt" and he shoots and shoots and I can feel his cock throb. We kiss, I'm in love with this mans dick and when he subsides he pushes me hard and I fall on the floor. Up my hole goes three fingers "yeah your poz fuckhole is filled with my cum" and wanks me and kisses me. He turns around and straddles my face as he puts his now slightly softening cock in my mouth "suck my cock clean fucker." I obey and he closes his lips round mine. I am so close now and am desperate for this guy to be back in me. He starts to piss in my mouth. A trickle. I know I have to drink "I didn't tell you? I'm fucking poz too. And I'm not on meds, so you've just had my toxic strain, cunt. And will take it every week from now till I get fed up with you" That did it for me. I moaned, bucked and jerked, cumming in his mouth. I couldn't hold back. After my balls were drained, I collapsed on my back, only to have him kiss me, and in the process, snowball all my cum into my mouth. This guy had me hooked. I was utterly exhausted. "I think I'm in lust with you" I commented as I rested in in his arms. "Nah, you're gonna love me and you will be my bitch." And I know he's right. Then he commented "You can top other guys, and in fact, you'll probably need to for your top side 'cause you'll never top me." "What about your wife?" I asked. "Oh you're not as good as her" he replied, "...but you will be." "You do her raw?" "Yup. In fact, she picked it up first," he answered with pride. I was totally spent "That bruise is looking good" he commented, admiring my love bite, and then added "Your boyfriend's gonna need some explanations." Then he told me the date next week when we would get together, and advised me to be ready.

what would you call it if you're just on your stomach with your legs spread and ass arching up? cuz thats what i like. i love it actually. it feels so amazing, especially if my top presses his chest to my back, getting as much skin to skin contact as possible. Doggie is my other favorite as long as the top isnt terribly picky and spends half the time adjusting the angle of my ass. and i always try to work in some reverse cowboy so i can really slam my hole down on my tops cock while i rub my nips

Will see what i can do!

I also wanted to fuck Sheldon from Big Bang Theory and Fez from that 70s show.

Love this story. Wish I was back in Glasgow and join the party!

Just now. Was just reading loads of different articles on here and got really horny. So I asked my partner if he could throat fuck me until he came. I deepthroat a lot but was the first time I swallowed his cock until he came without pulling it out till he was dried out and I had downed the lot. Feeling satisfied .

My number one argument when told by "condom police" that gay men should always use protection. If heterosexuals can go raw, we sure as hell can. Equality, right?

3. There I was bound to a bed after drinking a water bottle of Viagra and drug laced water, sucking through a dirty jockstrap while god knows what else was being soaked up by my cock and the btms cum drying on my face. I started writhing on the bed, sweat was pouring off my body and I was so hard and horny I just wanted someone to ride my cock. Someone appeared in the door and stared in at me. I couldn’t se with the low light but I didn’t care anymore I just wanted someone, anyone to touch my cock and ride me. The man came closer, wanking his cock. He was an older guy, no one I would have looked at twice but I had seen him taking aw cock before and I got nervous and excited all at once. Here was some relief but I knew they guy was anything but safe. The drugs took over and I nodded furiously at him. He climbed his thin body onto me facing me and sank down on my cock. I groaned in relief and started to thrust. His limp cock was leaking precum onto my flat abs mixing with the dried cum left there by the other bottom. I could believe how sloppy his ass was and how slick. My cock was sliding in and out with ease and he hadn’t even added any lube. A thin sheen of sweat broke out on his body and his hands roamed over his slightly saggy chest. He reached down and smeared my face with his sweat. I was disgusted but he felt so good riding my aching cock I didn’t care. “Getting me close boy gonna shoot soon. Gonna drop this dirty load right on your face” I heard what he said but didn’t understand him, I was too horny and so close to cumming that I thrust faster and harder than I ever had. Suddenly just as I was about to cum he hopped up and pointed his cock at me. Blasting a huge load across my eyes and face and all over my chest. The cum burned in my eyes and I struggled humping the air. The troll bent down and started licking my face like a dog. Lapping up his own cum and the dried come from the one before him. Finally I could open my eyes and see is face better now that it was closer. I only had a quick look but I thought I saw an open sore at the corner of his mouth. “ Lets freshen you up a bit. Your owner said ya might need a bit of a recharging” Wth those words he reached in and poured another bottle of water over the gag and smeared more lube all over my cock. Giving me some good wanks and making me scream in frustration. “Thanks again and enjoy your night” He walked out and I was left with my cock bobbing straight up and wondering what was going to happen to me next.

Mike heard a distant sound, like it was muffled or smothered by something. A ping, that's what he heard. He started to move his legs and they were painful. Spread far apart, it killed to try to pull them together. His arm was leaden as he lifted it to rub his eyes. He opened his eyes and was in total darkness. For a second he thought he was in the bathhouse, but then realized it was his own bedroom and he was in his own bed. The ping he heard played in his mind again. He started to fumble around on the bed for his phone. He didn't see it on his nighttable, but there it was, tangled up in his bedlinens. One flashing bar of power left motivated Mike to try to raise up and sit up. Moving his legs was painful, but he got himself seated on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor. The charger was in the nighttable drawer, so he fished it out, and slowly got down on his knees. His knees were sore, and even raw, and they hurt. He lowered himself down on his left elbow and held onto the night table with his right arm, This was difficult and he was sore all over from last night. With both arms propping himself up Mike moved closed to the outlet. To reach it he had to get his shoulders down and close to the floor so he could reach behind the nighttable. As he moved forward and got down to the floor he had a vision of himself last night. Clearly he could remember seeing himself reflected in the large mirror in that room at the bathhouse with shitty music drowning out most sounds and that red light painting everything and everyone ruby. And he could see that he was strapped into that fuckbench, and that guy Jerry was slowly fucking Mike while this other guy, a stranger. was sliding his cock in and out of Mike's mouth. He was able to turn his head slightly so that out of the corner of his eye he could see the whole spectacle in the mirror. And he remembered while he was bent over on his bedroom floor that there were three guys standing in the open door way at the bathhouse in this moment he remembered, waiting to be invited in. As a wave of remembered pleasure swept over him he felt winded at the realization that he checked out their cocks and with a hungry look that he wanted those cocks too. He didn't ask them to help him, tell them that he needed help or anything like that. He felt like something inside of him had been unleashed last night and that very thought made him feel more frightened than he had ever been before. , and then and now as he is replayed this vignette in his head, he felt as if he was falling because something was unleashed in him last night. Shutting that thought down, he started to get his chest down to the floor so he could reach down to the outlet behind the night table. Again, he felt this wave of pleasure as he bent down and slid his arm towards the outlet; his ass was raised up, positioned like he had his ass in the fuckbench. He closed his eyes, plugged the charger in and reached back and put his fingers gently on his hole. On first touch, the pleasure jolted through his body. He rubbed his fingers lightly across his pucker and involuntarily his hole puckered tight and then stretched open. Mike put just the tip of his index finger barely inside and admitted to himself that he wished he hadn't listened to his fuck buddy advising Mike to douche thoroughly before leaving the bathhouse. He wished he hadn't because right now he wanted to feel all that cum in his hole. Mike was terrified by this thought, and shut it down. As his phone was charging he saw that indeed a text had come in a short while ago from his fuck buddy inquiring as to how Mike was doing. He sent a reply explaining his soreness and disorientation and that, no, he hadn't eaten and just woke up. His buddy texted back that he was going to get a cab around 11:00 pm, go to that 24 hour Metro on College and then head up to Mike's house. Since he would arrive after midnight and it was a Tuesday night, most neighbours would be asleep. He also said he won't take 'no' for an answer. Mike was relieved, and texted back the street name he should get out at, and then a description of a laneway that leads toward the back of Mike's house and Mike can let him in through the back gate. It was about 10:30 at this point, and Mike's fuck buddy made him promise he wouldn't take a bath until he was there with Mike. Mike agreed, and left his phone to charge, stumbling to the closet to get some clothes to put on. It hurt to lift his legs to get them into the sweatpants and he almost fell over twice. Again, he stopped and reached back to feel his hole and closed his eyes tight as he rubbed his asslips lightly. He could see in his mind this olive complexioned young smooth guy saying something to him in Portuguese and slapping his cock against Mike's face, and Mike remembered that he looked at that cock and opened his mouth wide hoping that cock would start to slide into his mouth. Eventually, Mike was dressed and sitting in the family room with the back door wide open. He was sort of dozing off, but not fully asleep. A ping roused him completely. It was his fuck buddy getting out of the cab on the street behind Mike's house and heading up the laneway. Mike went out on the deck, looked around for any lights on in any houses and made his way to the back gate. There was his fuckbuddy, grocery bags in both hands and a large knapsack slung on his back. Without a word he entered the back yard, and let Mike step back in and lead the way. They silently made their way to the deck, up the stairs, into the house, and Mike slowly closed and locked the back door.

Had to think hard about that one. First one who came to mind was George Clooney. But then I thought about Greek prime minister Alexis Tsipras. I don't think he would mind plowing an ass when he can get away from his bossy wife. And going Greek is how it started isn't it? LOL. But I also fantasize about random guys from pics I found on the web. Like some of these:

Bi Bottom Turned Part 2 Mike could hear sounds that seemed very very far away. Everything was pretty dark and really loud. Music, playing really loud. He tried to move but couldn't and his legs felt very heavy He had a mask on and when he tried to remove it he realized he couldn't move his right hand. Or his left hand. He tried to move his right leg and it was the same thing: he couldn't move it. He realized he was tied down. And then he remembered: his room, that guy Jerry, that bump of coke.....he had a flash of recognition: the fuckbench. He was strapped into the fuckbench. He started to squirm, to see if he could loosen the straps, get out of this and out of here. His mind was still thick but he was struggling best he could. All of sudden he felt hot breath on his ear and a voice say, "Ah, you are awake. And you know where you are, I imagine." Mike felt a hand feel the crack of his ass and work its way in right to his hole. "We are going to have fun tonight.". Mike asked whoever this was to untie him, let him get up. The only reply he got was a chuckle. He could hear someone rustling around, zips opening, something being torn open, and then he felt something tighten around his left bicep. He started to get really scared and began pleading to be untied. "Hey man, please untie me. My back is hurting, some sort of spasm, please." Again, Mike just got a chuckle as a response. He felt cool air and the music get louder and voices. Voices coming into the room and commenting on his ass. Hands were on his body. He felt several hands feel his hole and then all of a sudden there was a tongue right at his hole, poking inside. Mike gasped and froze. It felt damn good. But he started to panic again, cause he was completely out of control and who knows who these guys were? He heard one voice say, "Jerry, has he gotten to the point yet?" Jerry, that guy, he was in the room. Mike heard what he assumed was Jerry say, "He is about to, right now." Mike felt something wet and cold wipe the inside of his elbow. He started to flip out. "Please, please, don't do this. Please, just untie me and let me go. C'mon, please. Is that you, Jerry? Please, man, just let me go!" Mike felt a sharp prick. He felt a needle. A fucking needle. They were shooting him up with something. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, no please, no!" He heard several guys laughing this time. He felt the needle pull out, the tourniquet being untied, and then a wall hit him. He sucked in air and began to cough this weird cough. A few short coughs and then a moment of stillness. Then this overwhelming wave rolled over him and he was flying. His mind was narrowing down to nothing but how horny he was. His ears rang loudly and he thought he could feel a tongue at his hole. He felt both hyper-alert and all fogged up, like his brain wasn't functioning. And he was overwhelmed with lust. Just as he opened his mouth mid-moan, there was a cock at his mouth. He opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out. He felt the cock slap against his tongue a few times and then very slowly start to slide inside his mouth. He was flying and cock never tasted or felt so good. It was like he wanted to choke on this cock, but he couldn't budge even if he wanted to cram this cock down his throat. He could hear these guys talking but he could barely understand what they were saying, but he could tell from words here and there, that they were praising him as a bottom, a fuckboy, and talking about using him. It made Mike even hornier to hear them talking about him like this. He couldn't believe it cause he would never usually find this kind of talk a turn-on, but now, now it was sending him reeling. The music seemed really loud and their voices sounded far away. And he was riding this wave of what he could only think of as horniness and this horniness overwhelmed him. And he could feel that tongue fucking his hole. And he loved it. He fucking loved it. And he just decided to lose himself in this feeling and go with it, all his inhibitions be damned. He moaned. And they heard it and began egging him on, urging him to show them what a cockwhore he was, what a cumpdump he is. That word, 'cumdump' made his hole twitch and the guy tonguefucking him noticed and told the others. "This cumdump's hole twitches at the very sound of that word." They all laughed. The guy tonguefucking Mike redoubled his efforts and before Mike could say anything about the condoms, about only getting fucked safe, there was a cock at his mouth, bumping up against his mouth. He opened his mouth and took that cock inside. And he fucking loved it. It started some steady strokes in and out of Mike's throat and he could take it like he had never been able to take it before. Mike felt hot breath on his ear. A voice said, "Hey, listen, can I put just the head of my cock inside bare?" Mike couldn't speak with this cock in his mouth and throat, stroking slowly in and out, so he sort of nodded as best he could to indicate "Yes". Yes, he replied. Yes, he wanted to feel a cock bare, inside his hole. Just for a few strokes, and no more, and as the cock pulled out of his mouth he said quickly, "Just a few strokes. Condoms are there, cause I only get fucked safe." Mike was uneasy when this drew more laughter, but he settled right back into sucking this hidden cock right in front of his mouth. Mike felt his ass cheeks being pried apart and then something hard being inserted into his hole. He started to turn away from the cock in his mouth, but before he could, this cock was slowly but steadily sunk deep into his throat and he couldn't make a sound and he couldn't budge. He couldn't believe it, he was deepthroating what seemed like a good size cock. All of sudden he felt liquid inside of him and that hard thing being removed from his hole. Mike was starting to almost black out again. Not like he was unconscious but like he was having an out of body experience. He felt something tied around his arm again, but this time he relaxed cause he knew there was nothing he could do about it and he was enjoying the high whatever it was they were giving him. Probably meth, he figured. This was slamming, he realized. He'd seen clips of guys shooting up meth. And smoking it. He found it intriguing. And now, right now, he found it fucking amazing. Again, the same cold wetness on his inner arm. Then that prick, and that pause, then he heard someone say, "Jerry, how much did you give him?" Jerry said, "3.5". There were hoots and whistles, then the tourniquet was removed, and this time Mike felt like he was riding a tidal wave....

PART 6 – DEEP-DICKING THE BITCH Dalton didn’t return to work. He marched right past the lawnmower and went back inside his house. Meanwhile, Brian and I texted Jesse—Dalton’s friend from high school—and told him to get his sweet ass over to our place, making sure he parked a few blocks away and entered discreetly through our back gate. About 20 minutes later, we heard a car pull up in Dalton’s driveway. It was the girl he was dating—I frankly couldn’t remember her name, nor did I fucking care. For the purposes of this story, I’m just going to refer to her as the Dickless Wonder, or maybe just Dickless. She wasn’t trying to be a cockblocker, but she was blocking my cock all the same. She needed to go. After she entered Dalton’s house, the two of them made their way to the pool out back. Brian and I were already sitting in our usual spot for spying on the neighbors’ backyard, and we heard a lot of giggling and whispering, with the girlfriend asking all sorts of questions about just how private this little pool was, and Dalton assuring her that it’s really fucking private, OK? Jeez, let’s just fuck already. But I guess she wasn’t listening, because she just kept asking the same goddamn questions. And finally—thankfully—he ended the conversation by shoving her down to her knees and pulling his cock out of his shorts. By this point, Brian already had me pinned against the fence, his fat raw cock shoved deep in my guts. But here’s the thing: while we knew Dalton had a nice piece of meat between his legs, we really weren’t prepared for the sheer impressiveness of that boy’s dick. So when his monster flopped out of his shorts, I actually gasped. Brian gasped, too. And then Brian shuddered, signaling the deposit of a thick load of sperm deep in my guts. I leaned back and kissed my man deeply. Then he pointed toward our neighbors’ backyard, and I turned to see what I’d missed: Dalton had already stripped the Dickless Wonder naked, positioning her for a doggy-style fuck on one of the poolside lounge chairs. “Spread your cunt,” he said in a low, cold voice. She dutifully reached back to open up her pussy with her fingers, but Dalton didn’t seem to pay much attention to her efforts. Instead, he was busy rubbing his cockhead against her asshole. Sensing where he was going, she gave out a sharp little whine. “Honey, no,” she said, trying to get back on her feet so she could negotiate. “You know I don’t like that.” Dalton didn’t reply. He just pushed her tailbone down, forcing an arch in her back, and brutally shoved his giant dick deep in his girlfriend’s ass. She yelped and told him to stop, trying to squirm away from being buttfucked against her will, but it was no use. He just closed his eyes, pressing down on that bitch’s back and crushing her perky little tits against the lounge upholstery, his hand clamped tight over her mouth to stifle her screams and sobs. After a few minutes of thrusting, he repositioned himself by bringing his feet up onto the lounge, squatting directly over her wrecked asshole and letting his full weight deliver a merciless deep-dicking while the poor bitch’s entire body heaved and convulsed in obvious pain. “Please cum or please stop,” she managed to squeak out between thrusts. “I can’t take this. Baby, please stop.” “You know how to make me cum,” he replied. She was silent. “C’mon bitch,” he said, his voice reduced to a cruel, guttural growl. “If you want this to stop, you know what to do.” She seemed frozen. Then he slapped her hard across the ass, sending her into action. Contorting her body to get maximum reach with one of her arms, Dalton’s girlfriend stretched her hand as far back as she could make it go, past her stretched-out hole, placing two of her fingers against Dalton’s twitching ass—her nails brushing up against that beautiful boyhole covered in a light dusting of late-adolescent fur, every one of his hairs illuminated by the late-afternoon sun. Then she hesitated. “Do it all,” he said, “Do it all, and do it now. If you don’t do it now, I’ll never fucking cream your tight little butt. Which means I’ll just keep going at it. Which means you’ll never get a break from my cock destroying your ass.” Hearing that, she stretched her arm further, slipping two knuckles of each finger into Dalton’s butt. He moaned. “Deeper,” he grunted. She managed to get another knuckle in. “Oh fuck,” he muttered under his increasingly shallow breath, his entire body now making the switch into primal breeding mode. His pounding grew more intense. That went on for at least 5 minutes, until he finally reached back and shoved two of his own fingers up his butt. Only then, with four fingers stretching his own ass, did he finally launch into a full-body thrashing assault on his bitch’s hole, unleashing a torrent of seed in her guts. Brian and I watched this entire display silently, unbelievingly. Afterward, I turned to my man and grinned stupidly, shaking my head. He did the same. “Un-fucking-believable,” he said. All I could do was laugh in response. We turned our attention back to Dalton, who was now giving his girlfriend the silent treatment. Clearly he’d gotten what he needed, and he just wanted her to get the fuck out. We heard snatches of an argument from inside the house, followed by the Dickless Wonder walking angrily to her car, stifling tears, then driving off as her tires screeched against the asphalt. * * * Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see Jesse in nothing but a jockstrap, his face covered in a giant grin. “I didn’t get to see the whole thing,” he said, “But I think I heard half of it from a block away. So tell me: there’s been a rumor around school that he likes fingers in his butt. Is that true?” “Oh, it’s true alright,” Brian replied. “You wouldn’t believe how true. But listen, pig: see that water bong over there? Instead of worrying about your buddy Dalton, you need to be sucking on that glass pipe like the greedy little methwhore you are. Then I want you to blow some nice thick clouds of white smoke on my dick, OK bro?” Jesse grinned and ran over to grab the pipe. Meanwhile, I kept my eye out for Dalton, hoping that he would return to the pool. Sure enough, about 5 minutes later—while Jesse was silently gorging on my husband’s dripping cock between hits on the bong—Dalton reappeared in his backyard, this time wearing his Speedo. Just as I’d hoped: it was time for his evening swim. He dove into the water and began noisily splashing his way across the length of the pool. That was Jesse’s cue to stop worrying about staying quiet—he was now squatting over Brian’s cock, impaling himself on raw dick. I gave Jesse the thumbs-up signal, which meant he could start letting his ass slap noisily against Brian’s body, and he could start letting loose with the occasional moan. For those first few minutes, Dalton didn’t appear to hear any of the action unfolding in our backyard. But then Brian’s cock suddenly shoved past Jesse’s second sphincter, eliciting a sharp yelp followed by a gruff “Fuck yeah” from our partied-up jockboy. That’s when the splashing stopped. Dalton went quiet. I looked through our little peephole to see him treading water for a few moments, craning his neck in our direction to confirm that he heard what he thought he’d heard. As the water grew calm around him, he almost seemed to suspend his breathing. Somehow even the crickets seemed to go silent. And just like that, the only noise penetrating the evening air was the steady slap-slap-slap of Jesse riding Brian’s dick. Dalton silently propelled himself to the edge of the pool, doing his best to lift himself onto the asphalt without making any noise. Standing up now, he craned his neck toward us again. There was no way he couldn’t hear it now: Slap-slap-slap. Grunt. Slap-slap-slap. Fuck yeah. Without hesitation, Dalton walked right up to my peephole. He placed his eye against it—clearly he’d spied on us before. Except this time, instead of seeing our backyard, all he saw was my eye looking back. “Hey, Dalton,” I said. He didn’t respond at first. He just stared. Then after a few moments’ pause, he simply answered: “Hey.” “We’re hanging out with a buddy here,” I said. “If you wanna join, you’re more than welcome.” Again, no answer. Then his eye disappeared, and for a moment I thought I’d lost him. But I didn’t see him, either—it was like he’d just stepped aside to gather his thoughts. Then after a long silence, he answered in a near-whisper: “OK,” he said. Another pause. At last, his eye reentered my line of sight. “OK,” he repeated. “I’ll be right over.” I turned back to Brian and Jesse, who’d paused their fucking to listen to the exchange. Jesse had the most triumphant smile I think I’ve ever seen on anybody, plus he had a giant mess of cum all over his stomach and chest. His cock was still oozing seed as Brian’s dick twitched steadily, rhythmically, deep in that sweet boyhole. “OK, you twisted motherfuckers,” I said with an evil grin, “Our wait is over. It’s time to fuckin’ own this boy.”

You're not the only one... I too would love for him to come in and use my hole while I was sleeping until he dropped his load deep inside me.

Liquid gold. Gotta swallow it.

I love being tag fucked by more guys, Always give up my hole to demanding tops that need to unload & cream me, One after the other. Have done it many times & i like it much more then 1on1.

in my topping days id shoot half my load in their hole and then pull out n shoot the rest on their back so they'd think i pulled out

I don't get the option =p It doesn't happen often but my daddy makes it easy for me. I haven't really had a gag reflex from his dick in a long time as he's trained my to take it. On the odd occasion he wants to take a piss and the toilets taken but he can't be bothered to get hard enough to fuck me he'll tell me to get on my knees and open my mouth. Then he'll stuff his penis, which is still bigger than mine hard when his is soft and jam it into my throat. Then he'll force my head as hard against his pelvis as he can. Because it's so long it still jams into my throat soft though I have to loosen up/swallow to let it do so. Once it's in he'll stroke my head tight against his body and start peeing. I don't have to swallow because it's already in my throat. It's a really weird feeling to be filled up that way and it means I get to please him without tasting pee, which I don't think is that pleasant. Of course, if he wanted me to lick it off the floor I still would ;p It's pretty rare but we only have one toilet in a house of four so it does happen sometimes. Once my sister came in while i was doing it under the table. Luckily there's an overhanging tablecloth! When we heard the kitchen door open i went to move but daddy grabbed me even harder. Listening to him talk to my sister whilst my mouth was locked around the base of his dick swallowing his piss was pretty exhilarating. He didn't stop for a second and started getting hard, pushing his cock further down my throat! Afterwards he commanded me to wait in the shed for him. You can guess what happened in there One of many close calls!!!!

What I like best about the whole setup is that the kid never really stood a chance. From the moment he walked into that place, eyes wide with his first-timer nervousness, he had POZ CUMDUMP written all over his forehead - and he was the only one who couldn't see...

Sometimes it's so easy to bug a neg. There's no challenge to it. But since every faggot deserves the fatal fuck, it’s my duty to oblige. I was at an AIDS benefit, and this young bartender kept giving me the eye. I figured if he wanted me to dick him, I’d accommodate. So I started a conversation, and hinted I’d go home with him if he wanted. He got this look of lust in his eyes, and I knew I had a taker. He said be off in an hour, so I waited around in anticipation of shooting a killer load up his ass. I had his clothes off in no time. He had a good body and a nice dick, but it was his ass I was interested in. The easiest way to get into a faggot's ass is to rim it, so I went to work on him. I had his legs in the air in no time. I spit on my dick, aligned it with his hole, and thrust my weapon inside his guts. He gasped, urging me to go slow, cause he hadn't been fucked in a while. That turned me on, so I started to power-fuck him. I had one objective in mind—to blow a huge load of deadly cum deep inside his guts. He kept stroking, and I pulled his hand off and told him not yet. He told me that most guys who screwed him came in a couple minutes. I said that I had no intention of making this QUICK (which was true) and DIRTY--which was not. I started to really plow his ass. I wanted to tear him up a bit. After 10 minutes, I was ready for the kill. I asked him where he wanted it. He said to shoot all over him, but NOT INSIDE. That made me smile, knowing he wanted to stay NEG but was taking my poz dick up his ass. "TOO LATE!" I said. He tensed in a last ditch effort to reject me. I shot what felt like a gallon of poz jizz up his NEG ass. He went limp, accepting the inevitable. I kept fucking him, massaging my cum into his gut. He started stroking his pole again, and I let him. I flipped him onto his stomach, and slid my dick, slick with poz cum, back inside him. I started pumping again, and 20 minutes later shot my 2nd load of poison. I glanced at my watch. I’d fucked him for half an hour so far. My dick came out pink--cum mixed with blood. I pictured my virus entering his bloodstream, which made me hard again. I told him I needed to dick him some more. The grimace on his face told me he was getting pretty sore. But my needs came first, and I rode his neg ass for what seemed like an eternity (but was only 30 minutes). I finally shot my 3rd load. His hand went back to his pole, and I let him cum. I figured he deserved that much. He shot all over his chest—hopefully the last NEG load of his life. As I dressed, he told me he’d never been fucked him like that before, and that it’d been the best sex of his life. I agreed, but not for the reasons he was thinking. I told him to relax, that I’d get the door myself. I locked it behind me. I left him there naked, covered with his own cum, my deadly bug taking over his body. Not bad for an hour’s work.

WOW!!! This "story" was so riveting!

And now, Part II: My boyfriend had invited three POZ fuck buddy tops to the bookstore to fuck me raw. And now, three POZ studs just walked into the back room of the bookstore to find me on my knees on a cold filthy floor with three loads leaking out of my hole next to a cummy 10” dildo. My boyfriend jumped up and threw his arms around these guys. I got up on my knees as the three guys surrounded me. My boyfriend got to his knees beside me, as naked as I was, and undid the first guy's belt. He turned to me and shoved his tongue down my mouth. “You're gonna love Alex's cock. He can shoot a real mouthful and is always good for a second load.” Alex was hot. Maybe 20 years old, with a tight swimmer's build barely concealed under a tight shirt and even-tighter jeans. My boyfriend freed Alex's cock and out popped a beautiful cut 7” cock popping out of a nest of thick curly blond pubes. My boy put his hand at the base of my neck and drew my mouth to it. I slobbered away, gagging on his tool. With his pubes around my nose, Alex grabbed the back of my head and started hammering away. He skull fucked me for a good five minutes as the other two guys leered down at me. My boy knelt again beside me and whispered in my ear. “Don't neglect your other guests...” Alex told him to fuck off and kept pile-driving my throat for another minute until he shot a large thick creamy load deep down my throat. I wanted to save some of it to work into my hole, but he shot it all too deep. My boy pulled me off of Alex's still-hard cock and licked around my mouth for traces of his POZ cum, which he spit onto his fingers and swiped over my ass as the next guy undid his trousers and waved his dick in my face. My boy seethed as he wriggled his fingers into my cummy ass, “Show Max a nice time. I always do...” Max must have been about 30, some sort of hot-shot executive in a really nice tailored business suit. He still had his coat and tie on as he shoved his trousers down to his ankles revealing thick tan hairy muscled legs. Max smiled down at me with a surly look, “And don't be afraid to use your teeth, slut. I like it rough. I hope you do too!” I started gobbling on Max's long thin uncut cock and chomped down a little. He put a hand under my jaw and punched it up, making me bit down on his tool. “Yeah, you slut. That's how I like it!” I chewed away at Max's cock until he pulled me off of it. Max threw me backwards until I was flat on my back on the dirty concrete floor. With his coat and tie still on, Max leaned down on top of me and raised my knees to my chest. I felt his weight on top of me as he thrust his hips forward. His dick met my ass and gave no resistance. He kept pushing forward until he was balls deep. His dick was so log that it hit places inside me that even that 10” dildo couldn't reach. “You must have started without us,” he growled. “You're already lubed up, and I don't think that's the fake stuff! Max was true to his word. He did like it rough. He hammered away at my hole until we were both sweaty and sloppy. The friction of my hard cock rubbing against his jacket was more than I could handle, and I fired off a huge load, my second since arriving at the bookstore, and it went all over his tie. He was plowing away so hard that I don't think he even noticed it. “You want that load? That POZ load, you nasty fucker???” “Yeah.... Give me your load!” “Gonna POZ you just like I POZZED your boyfriend!” With that, he slammed hard against my ass, with his sweaty balls slapping my ass over and over again as he filled my hole with his POZ cum. Before he could pull out, he kissed me hard and I wondered if my boyfriend had already been POZZED by one of these guys. I knew he had been fooling around raw, but didn't know for sure that he had taken POZ loads before tonight. Max pulled out and off of me. I caught my breath and looked around a bit. I saw my boy bent over a theatre seat with Alex pounding away at his ass. The third guy was standing between me and Alex's ass, jerking off to the scene around him. Alex realized that Max was finished with me and pulled out of my boy's hole. He strode over to me with his thick cock swinging between his legs. “I'd load your boy's hole, but I've fucked him before. I want to be the one to knock you up!” Alex threw me onto my side like a ragdoll and laid down behind me. He aimed his dick to my sloppy hole and it slid right in. His cock wasn't as thick or as long as Max's, and I was grateful for a bit of a break. Alex wasn't having it. “If I'm gonna seed you, boy, I need something tighter to fuck! Hey Carl! You wanna help get him nice and tight for me?” Carl, the third guy, had stripped off his clothes. He was mid-40s, stocky, and covered with a thick matt of bristly body hair. Carl laid down on his back as Alex repositioned me and lowered me onto Carl's dick. He might have been the oldest guy in the room, but he was proudly showing off the thickest cock. It must have been the same size as a beer can. Carl's cock stretched me wider than I'd ever been stretched before as Alex mounted me and forced his way into my hole alongside Carl's dick. I loved the feeling of my body being used, and used hard, by these two guys, one of whom was old enough to be the other one's father. The contrast of Alex's smooth shapely chest on my back and Carl's hairy belly on my front was amazing. I could feel my toes curling as my whole body was stimulated. Carl shoved his tongue into my mouth and I was overwhelmed with the taste of cigar smoke. I came again as my cock was mashed into his belly fur. My hole was stretched as wide as it could go, and I was relieved when Alex told me he was going to load me up. His POZ cum soothed the burning in my hole and gave Carl what he needed to fire off inside of me too. They pulled off of and out of me, leaving me a sticky mess on the floor, covered in my own seed, sweaty, with three fresh POZ loads added to the three I had taken before my boyfriend's fuck buddies had arrived. My boyfriend lined up his hard cock and dove into that cummy mess. He squished away inside me until he came too, adding his seed to the mix, looking into my eyes the whole time. The guys stood cheering him on as he came in me. The fuckbuds took off and my boy and I dressed slowly and he helped me to the car as I was still a little wobbly on my legs. In the car home, my boy asked me if I wanted to be tested in about three weeks. He told me that he thought that flu he had come down with a few weeks ago might have been the bug, but that he was afraid to go get tested. He thought that now, it might be easier for me to go with him. As I put the pieces together of what we had gotten ourselves into, I thought for a moment, only a moment, about telling him to take me directly to the Emergency Room where I might be able to get some PEP meds. The thought passed and instead I stuck my hand into my shorts, where I could feel a puddle of POZ cum seeping out of my ass. I brought my cummy fingers to my mouth and sucked deep before offering my fingers to my boy's mouth. “We could wait three weeks, or we could spend more time together at the bookstore before getting tested. What do you think?” I knew we would be back to that bookstore again soon.

This has always been a great story because it show you some of what the leather scene is about these days. It also shows you a friendship between POZ Brothers that bonds them together for life. The "Soldier" in this story more then likely already knew about PEPs and PrEPs and yet he chose NOT to take it showing his true desire in this whole thing. I'm a member of a similar type of group like Bill's and have seen so many guys switch from NEG to POZ and each one had been told about the "PEP" and even offered to start afterwards from our own stock of "Atripla" and in the last 6 years only 4 guys out of hundreds took the PEP so we know where their true spirit lies... Again - this is a great story and one that I can say could very much be real... Thank You for posting it Hotload84