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This is pretty scary. I know you want to go out walking at night, but I really think you should stop doing this for a while - especially alone. You may feel like you don't want to give in, but if this guy is trying to physically hurt you with a moving vehicle, then your first priority should be avoiding that and him and not letting your ego get in the way. It's always been my experience that people who act aggressively towards others feed off the energy and attention the victim gives them. Just ignore him completely. Don't engage him in any way, shape or form. You cannot use logic and reason with people like this. When he no longer is getting what he wants from you - i.e. attention - he will probably move on. Please don't involve your recovering dad in this. Ask the police what evidence you need to build a case against this guy. The phone records your phone company could provide should be all the evidence you need to be honest. But please if you do nothing else, don't provoke him or threaten him or lose your temper. Just be cool, collect your evidence and when you have enough to make something stick, bring him to justice. For the record, I think your ex may be behind all of this. The guy who is harassing you seems to know things about you, your family and your habits that I am almost certain you didn't share with him. I find it hard to believe you would share such intimate details with someone who you had not met face to face.

In the fall leading up to our first year together at college, Matt and I took a trip to check out the campus we selected. Luckily, our friend Dylan was attending school there. Dylan is tall, dark haired, light eyes, slim but packing a big eight inch cock. We explored the campus and couldn't find Dylan the night before. He had forgotten we were coming and came back to his room that night a bit drunk. Luckily his roommate was gone for the short break. Dylan lay in his bed and fell asleep pretty quickly, but Matt, who was laying in Dylan's roommate's bed, was horny. I told him we should get to bed and leave Dylan alone to sleep it off. Matt, wearing just his boxer briefs to bed, kept grinding himself into me to show how horny he was. Once more, I told Matt, "Just wait til morning - it's already 2:30am." Matt disappointed, obliged and rolled onto his side to get ready to get some sleep. Around an hour later, I awoke to the feeling of movement. Matt, now naked, was walking over to Dylan's bed. I whispered to Matt to stop, but he didn't listen. He climbed into bed with Dylan, who was wearing briefs and a t-shirt. Matt climbed in behind Dylan and wrapped his arms around his waist and began to slowly thrust his raw seven inch cock into Dylan's ass. Dylan barely stirred at first, so Matt began to thrust a little harder and slid his hand into Dylan's briefs, grabbing Dylan's growing eight inch cock. I pretended to be asleep as Matt continued his naked assault on Dylan, who finally began to stir. He rolled over and realizing Matt was naked and hard, grabbed his dick. Without hesitation, Dylan pulled-off his clothing, grabbed Matt's ass, pulling him to himself. The two began to make out fiercely. Hands roaming, tongues touching. Dylan wasted no time. He rolled Matt onto his stomach and began to eat his tight twink ass. Matt grunted, clawing at the sheets as Dylan's tongue filled his ass. After a few minutes, Dylan stood up on the floor and grabbed Matt's head and started to fuck Matt's mouth, who was still laying on the bed on his stomach. Dylan was groaned, and then uttered, "Fuck yeah. Get it all wet. I'm gonna shove this cock in your ass." I continued to watch thanks to the dim light from the windows, and I could see Dylan had shoved his big cock as far as he could into Matt's throat. Eventually Dylan got back on the bed, straddling Matt's legs, grabbed Matt's ass cheeks, pulled them apart, spat on his hole, and asked "Ready, bitch?" Matt replied simply, "Fuck me!" That was all Dylan needed to hear. He lined his big cock with Matt's wet hole and slowly slid every inch inside of my boyfriend. Once he was buried in Matt's ass, Dylan began to fuck him slowly, biting his neck and ears as he did. Matt was grunted and moaned in pleasure, begging Dylan to pound his tight ass. Dylan, of course, was happy to oblige. He pulled Matt up on his knees, grabbed his hips and plunged himself hard and deep into Matt. Matt was getting pounded by an eight cock and I was content to watch him get it all. The two were now sweaty and sliding all over each other as Dylan, somehow, seemed to get faster and harder with each continuous thrust. Matt was jerking himself as Dylan pounded him. Dylan though, quickly pulled out, rolled Matt to his back and lifted his legs and slammed his cock back in my boyfriend. Matt continued to jerk off and soon with the pounding of his prostate, broke their kiss long enough to tell Dylan he was about to shoot. Dylan shoved his cock deep once more and Matt erupted. Shot after shot covering his abs and chest. Dylan scooped it up with his fingers and made Matt taste his own load. Dylan then licked some off his fingers and directly off Matt and began to kiss him with a mouth full of his cum. While they made out, Dylan was getting close. He broke their cum covered kiss to ask Matt, "I'm gonna cum, where do you want it?" Matt answered "Don't stop, fill my ass!" Dylan was happy with that instruction. He grabbed Matt's shoulders, pulling him deeper onto his big cock and told him he was gonna cum, and at that moment he moaned and let out a small yelp as he unloaded inside of my boyfriend. Matt pulled Dylan deeper with his legs around his waist now. The two collapsed in a sweaty, cummy heap. The two fell asleep with Dylan's cock and cum still inside of Matt. That was just round one. Morning wood created round two, again inside of Matt's ass.

This was my freshman year at college. I was 20 yrs old. Spring semester I got a job on campus as a college aide in the science library. My schedule was built around my classes and on Friday I and another college aide, Eric, were tasked with closing-up the library. Eric was black, 6'3" and about 200 pounds. He was also very defined, good features, had a strong chin and just oozed sexiness. He was an English major and played in a jazz band. What really caught my eye was the girth of the bulge in his pants. You see he had a habit of wearing tight jeans that accentuated his manhood. I would steal a glimpse of his crotch whenever I could - when I thought he wasn't paying attention. He'd smile at me on occasion, and licked his lips, but I was still too shy or nervous to approach him. Furthermore he was always flirting with so many women that I wasn't sure if he was straight, gay or bi. This particular day the library had closed for the night, and Eric and I were in the basement shelving books on the stacks. On the ride down in the elevator he just kept looking at me, smiling and licked his lips repeatedly. I was somewhat nervous only to see his cock was near bursting out of his pants with a ridiculously huge erection. As I looked up, I realized he had caught me looking, but to my surprise he just kept smiling. As we exited the elevator, we went in opposite directions, each with our own cart of books to shelve. As I look back i caught him looking at me, again licking his lips. I just smiled nervously and went about my duties, all the while fantasizing about what it would be like to have Eric's cock up my ass. My hole twitched in anticipatory delight. I climbed the old wooden rolling staircase which squeaked as I stepped up to reach the top shelf. The squeaking was all the more amplified by the now empty and quiet hallways of the library. I thought to myself what a perfect time it would be for Eric to seduce me and ravage my hole. I imagined him squeezing my ample, soft round butt cheeks as he rhythmically plowed me with his penis. And as I descended the staircase, stepping backwards, my imagination seemed so vivid as i can actually feel my ass being squeezed, but I soon realized this was more than a dream when I heard Eric whisper, "Hey boy." A huge lump had formed in my throat. I was speechless as I turned to look up at him, and as he continued squeezing my ass. I loved the attention. "Like what you see?", he asked, adding "I've seen you checking my dick out numerous times." I shook my head as to deny that I had done this, but the schoolboy grin gave me away. "Don't lie," he said soothingly. He moved his had from my ass and I instinctively grabbed it an placed it back on my booty. He laughed knowingly. I licked my lips now as I alternated looking at him and the large bulge in his pants. With his other hand now he deftly unbuckled and unzipped his pants. In gleeful anticipation of what was to come, I wrapped my hands around his waist and began to lower his pants and underwear as I sank to my knees, all the while maintaining a fixed gaze with Eric. He grasped the back of my head and shifted my attention to a gorgeously thick, eight inch circumcised cock. I looked up again at his Adonis face as I stuck my tongue out and with my right hand guided his manhood into my hot moist mouth. He let out a low growl as his cock head was expertly bathed with saliva by my tongue. He smiled an nodded in approval. Firmly but gently he pushed the back of my head towards him, signaling he wanted me to deep-throat him. As did this the warm thick musky scent of his crotch wafted up my nose. "When I saw you looking at my cock again on the elevator, I just had to make you my bitch," he said. And there I was, my head bobbing, deep-throating and slobbing on his cock head as if my life depended on it. "That's it boy, suck my cock you faggot," he moaned as he began to gyrate his hips and throat-fuck me. He suddenly pulled me off his cock and said, "Take your clothes off, boy." As I began to protest, he slapped my face and repeated his command. As I finished disrobing, he pushed me back on my knees. I looked around nervously as every little noise seemed amplified, and I thought at any minute someone would find me on my knees, naked and sucking cock! He rubbed my head and played with my ears as he reassured me, no one would catch us. I nodded in agreement but still felt quite anxious. Eric, realizing this and not wanting me to panic, reached into the right pocket of his pants and pulled out a bottle of jungle juice. We both smiled. A s he opened the bottle, I greedily inhaled the familiar vapor, the impact was almost instant as my heart raced and I felt my heartbeat as if it were in my ears, everything slowed visually, my body went limp and relaxed. "Now don't you feel better, boy?" he asked. I let out a muffled ummm hmmmf from my cock-filled mouth. After a few more minutes of sucking his cock, he grabbed me, positioned me on the rolling staircase, shoved the bottle of poppers under my nose and then proceeded to eat my hole. The feeling of his hot tongue, aggressively probing my hole. The combination of his tongue and the poppers had me euphoric: I knew what I wanted. "Oh god Eric, just fuck me already" I exclaimed. He stopped rimming me and laughed, then pulled me away from the staircase, looked at me and said, "upstairs." I frantically grabbed my clothes and shoes and then he guided me by the neck back to the elevator. As we ascended to the ground floor, he roughly grabbed my chin and thrusted his tongue into my mouth. I dutifully sucked on his probing tongue, the tase of my ass still present in his mouth, his stiff cock in my free hand. The elevator door opened, he tilted my head back and spat in my mouth. As I swallowed I let out a soft moan. He laughed again, pushing me into a back corridor, and into a little-used office, in the process turning off the general lighting switches so the library now appeared to be closed, the staff gone. Eric ordered me to bend spread-eagle on the conference style table. He quickly stripped naked from the waist down, lifted his shirt behind his neck to reveal his chiseled abs and pecs. Without a word he spat on his fingers and worked some saliva into my hole, spitting again to lube his shaft. As he begins to violate my ass-pussy, I took a deep drag of the poppers up each nostril, and pushed open my hole as if I was taking a shit. I was completely giddy and relaxed as his cock made its way up inside me. I moaned partially with delight but also with some measure of discomfort. "This is what you wanted right? Take another hit of the poppers bitch, cause I'm not coming out - this is my hole" he hissed. Gradually, as my hole loosened, my moans became solely those of pleasure. I arched my back and spread my cheeks as he pounded away at my hole. His cock was balls-deep and slapping against my butt. I cooed softly like a baby with each stroke. The only other sounds were the familiar clapping of flesh against lustful flesh and Eric's shallow breathing. It was actually happening! I was bent over with Eric's beautiful black cock in my hole. After 20 minutes of good methodical pounding, Eric's strokes got shorter, faster and harder. He gripped my hips and as I felt his cock grow in me, he thrust one more time balls deep, depositing what my asshole had been greedily awaiting...his warm thick seed. I felt jet after warm jet of man juice fill my hole. We were both drenched in sweat. Eric collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily...his cock still very much hard and ready. And that's when I saw the hallway light on the other side of the door turn on. We froze as the door swung open. I buried my head on the table for fear of being recognised. "Eric?" a male voice asked, to which Eric responded nonchalantly, "Hey what's up?" I looked up, more curious than fearful at this point. It was one of the campus security officers, a guy named Tom Harper I had regularly noticed around the library. He was usually checking the IDs of the students entering and leaving the building, as well as watching the machines that sensed books that students were trying to steal. He looked at me and shook his head as he shut and closed the office door. He looked at Eric saying "If only I had known this kid was a faggot, I'd been up his ass before you!" They both laughed. I was relieved. "Hey princess," the officer addressed me, as he walked forward and proceeded to unzip his pants. Out popped a long jet black cock, about nine inches, circumcised, but not as thick as Eric's. "You gonna take care of me?" he asked, perhaps unnecessarily as I was leaning over the side of the table to welcome his cock to the party. I felt Eric begin to stroke my hole again. I wrapped one arm around Harper's waist as I throated his manhood, my left forearm braced against the table to take on round two of Eric's cock up my ass. Harper was kind enough to feed me another hit of poppers. I drifted off into ecstasy again. Both holes filled! How lucky can one bottom faggot be! After another 30 minute or so, Eric blew his second load. Before I could even catch my breath, Harper and Eric traded positions. Harper attacked my ass with great zeal, not giving a fuck about my comfort. The natural lubrication of Eric's two loads made Harper's aggressive anal assault somewhat tolerable. That and another hit of poppers administered by Eric. Soon Harper got into a nice rhythm of deep fucking my anus, as I cleaned Eric's cock with my mouth. The hot stench of cum, ass, cock and feel of body heat pervaded the room. Harper came quickly but like Eric remained hard and kept on fucking my ass. Harper's second seeding wouldn't come that easily: he plowed my ass for the better part of an hour before his second nut was deposited in my ass. The two guys then switched positions again, Eric in my ass as I cleaned Harper's cock. Both tops had great stamina and in total I got nine loads, as they took turns fucking me into wee hours of Saturday morning. For the remaining semester and in fact the whole year, almost every Friday after library closing, Eric fucked my ass. And as often as not, Harper would stop by at the end of his shift to drop a few loads.

I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. It had been a long, frustrating day at work. It was a Friday, and I was stuck in the office late, again, trying to finish a project that should have been done in half the time, but kept getting more and more complicated as I tried to finish it. I finally left the office around ten o'clock at night. I hailed a cab to take me home to Brooklyn, and settled in to the seat. Traffic was awful, so I pulled out my iPhone and started to browse through Grindr while the cab inched through the gridlock. After the week I had at the office, I needed to get off! It wasn't long before I was chatting with a couple of different guys. The one that seemed to suit my mood the best that night had a profile picture of himself, shirtless and flexing in the mirror in a gym. He was Latino, and at forty he was more than fifteen years older than I was but you wouldn't have been able to guess that from his ripped, muscular body. I also liked the visible bulge in the crotch of his workout shorts. You couldn’t really see his face in the picture, but he looked decent enough and his body was insane! He said that he was really into fucking younger, slim white guys like me, and that I should come right over because he was going to ‘rock my world’. We exchanged more pictures, and I could feel my cock hardening in my briefs and my asshole twitching. His cock was thick, veiny and uncut, and as huge as it had looked through his shorts, and his body looked sexier in every picture. I was horny, and he had me hooked. I tapped on the partition and told the cab driver that I had changed my mind, and had a new destination. As soon as we were clear of the traffic trying to get on the bridge, I was at this guy's apartment in less than ten minutes. I had slight butterflies in my stomach as I paid the taxi and climbed out. He buzzed me in as soon as I rang the bell, and I climbed the dingy, narrow stairs up to his apartment. He was waiting for me in the doorway, looking even better than his pictures. His body was solid muscle, and his tattooed arms stretched the sleeves of his white teeshirt to the limit. He had a shaved head and a few days worth of stubble on his jaw. He smiled warmly and led me into the dim apartment. In the living room he had some porn playing silently on his tv. He sat me down on the couch and offered me a drink while I got comfortable and relaxed. I said sure, and he disappeared into the kitchen to prepare one for me. I kicked off my shoes and loosened my tie. He placed the drink on the table in front of me and sat down right next to me with his. We clinked glasses and I tried to calm my nerves with a big swallow of my drink. He ran his big, strong hands across my chest, pulling my tie out of the collar of my shirt and tossing it to the floor. I could feel my whole body relaxing as he massaged my shoulders and chest, gradually unbuttoning my shirt until it was open to the waist. His touch was making me so horny I could barely stand it! I took another gulp of my drink, and before I knew it I had drained the glass. I relaxed more and more as his hands explored my body. Before I knew what was happening, he was slipping my shirt down off my shoulders and helping me out of it. The room was spinning around me as he rubbed his hands all over me, unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. He helped me stand up so that he could pull my pants down. When I tried to step out of them I stumbled and he had to catch my arm to keep me from falling over. I couldn't focus on anything, and I could barely nod when I heard him saying 'we had better get you to bed'. I had never felt this out of it before! He half guided, half carried me down the hall into the dark bedroom and lay me down on the bed. As I lay there with the room spinning around me, I felt him lift my arms above my head and wrap something around my wrists. I was totally spaced out, lying there on the bed. I felt like I couldn't move, even if I had wanted to. After I don’t know how long, I felt him climb on top of me. He had stripped off his jeans and teeshirt, and was straddling my chest naked. His bulky body forced my shoulders down into the mattress. He slapped his hard cock across my face, pulling my mouth open and pushing the leaking head of his uncut monster cock towards the back of my throat. The awkward angle made me gag almost immediately but he still grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock deeper down my throat. When I panicked and tried to push him away, I realized that my arms were bound above my head. It felt like they were tied to the headboard. I was freaking out in my head, but I couldn't move my body enough to try to throw him off of me. After I had gagged and choked on his dick for a while he climbed off of me and I could feel him spreading my legs. His fingers forced their way into my tight asshole. I groaned and tried to move away but I was too weak and my body refused to obey. He kept pushing them into me, stretching my hole. I felt him push something up into me, and it was like he squirted something inside of me to lube up my hole. Before long I started to feel a hot sensation spreading through my entire body, like it was flowing in waves from my ass. I groaned again. He laughed as he lifted my legs up and held them to my chest with one of his strong hands wrapped around my ankles. I tried to pull away again but it was no use, I felt like I had no control over any part of my body. I could feel the tip of his bare cock pressing insistently against my hole. He had me pinned to the bed, and his strong hips slowly forced it into me. I tried to scream as his raw cock ripped through my tight asshole, but all I could do was whimper. I could feel his low hanging balls slap against my ass as he bottomed out and started to fuck me. I must have backed out, because the next thing I remember I was lying on my stomach. I could still feel a huge cock in my ass but as my consciousness returned I realized that I was moaning in pleasure and grinding my hips, slamming my ass back against each thrust like I was in heat. It was like I was possessed! My mind was still foggy, but my dick had taken over control! I could hear myself begging for more cock, and to be fucked harder! My hands had been untied, and I was jerking on my leaking cock as he pounded my ass. I kept slipping in and out of awareness, but no matter how many times I woke up, I was always aware of the big cock in my asshole, sending waves of pleasure through my whole being. The lights of the room seemed to have gotten brighter, and they hurt my eyes and made it hard to focus. It was like I was hearing voices, but I was too disoriented to make out what they were saying. I have no idea how long all this went on. I have a vague memory of being helped to a cab and giving the driver my address, and then being helped up the stairs to my own apartment. When I finally woke up, I felt like I was in the midst of the worst hangover of my life. My head was pounding, my mouth was bone dry, and as soon as I rolled over on my bed I could feel a dull aching in my ass. I stumbled into the kitchen to gulp down a glass of water and try to clear my head. I walked back into the bedroom and noticed my laptop open on the side of my bed. I sure didn't remember leaving it there... When I tapped the trackpad, it woke up and displayed an XTube video page. I was about to close the browser window when I froze. The thumbnail preview image looked like me! The videos title was "SLUTTY TWINK GETS BRED AND GETS HIS HOLE WRECKED BY FOUR HUNG THUGS". Wait, what? I clicked play and watched, dumbfounded. It was me alright. My eyes were open wide but totally unfocused as I lay there on my stomach with a huge, muscular man climbing on top of me and shoving his huge, veiny, bare cock deep into my ass. The camera panned around as he groaned and you could hear the camera man laughing nastily and saying 'Breed that twink cunt, bro! Knock the fucker up!' I could hear my own voice groaning -- and begging! I was begging for more cock! I was panting and screaming and saying 'Harder! Fuck me harder! Please!' I was in shock. I sank down onto the bed, sitting in front of my laptop with my mouth hanging open. What the fuck had I done last night? What had happened to me? The video kept on playing, showing a close-up of the thick cock as it pounded my ass. My asshole looked like it was stretched to the limit around the thick shaft. I could hear the man fucking me groaning and he started to slam my ass even harder. The camera zoomed in even more as he pulled his cock out of my ass and what looked like a gallon of thick, creamy sperm poured out of my gaping pink hole. What I saw next made me jump up off the bed and run over to the mirror on my bedroom door. The man's hand had grabbed a marker from the mattress and drawn a line on my ass. A line just a few inches long, next to two other lines just like it. When I pulled down my pants and looked at my butt in the mirror, I felt sick. Six. Four lines, plus another drawn diagonally through them, plus one more. There was also something scrawled on my back but I couldn't exactly read it in the mirror with my head in that dazed condition. I walked slowly over to the laptop on the bed, where the video was still playing. Now I saw myself getting fucked doggy style by a big black guy whose face was blurred out by a block of pixels, and whose body looked twice the size of mine. He smacked my ass hard as he fucked me, and the look on my face was one of pure animal pleasure. The camera zoomed in on his cock in my ass, and I could read the words 'CUM DUMP' printed across my lower back in thick black marker. I grabbed my phone and tried to look up where I had ended up last night, but when I opened up Grindr I saw that the entire history, all of my chats had disappeared -- been cleared out. The groaning, grunting noises coming from my laptops speakers pulled my attention back to the screen as the black guy fucking me pulled his glistening, sperm lubed cock out of my ass, and, holding my ass spread with one hand, squirted his load directly into my gaping hole, only to add the fourth line to the tally on my ass and be quickly replaced by another raw cock, shoved into my ass without any pause or warning. I could hear the cameramen ask 'You like those raw dicks up your ass boy?'. In my head I screamed NO, but in the video I heard myself moaning 'Yes sir!'. 'You like getting bred boy? You want us to knock you up?' NO! 'Uh, yes, please! I want that cum in my ass!' 'Good boy!' How had this video ended up online? The thought froze me to my core -- my face was flashing across the Internet, begging for raw cock! Who knows who could already have seen it? When I tried to look at the profile of the person who uploaded the movie, it turned out to be blank with no information. The username was just a string of random numbers. 'I think he's ready, want to give him a try?' I switched back to the window where the video was playing. I was shown from behind, being positioned on top of the muscular guy whose body I recognized from the photos he had sent me last night, but whose face was blurred out. There was another close-up shot of his cock slipping into my sloppy, cum filled asshole. As soon as I had slid down to the base of his long cock, another guy climbed onto the bed. I gasped in unison with my video self as he lined his cock up against my already occupied hole, grabbed my hips, and forced his cock all the way into me along with the other one. From the sounds I was making in the video, it was a pretty tight fit. Just seeing that part of the video made my poor asshole throb. My screaming and moaning slowly turned to cries of pure pleasure -- it was like having those two cocks ripping my asshole wide open had made me loose my mind! It sure didn't take long for the guys fucking me to loose it, either. The feeling of their cocks rubbing together, stuffed into my straining ass and lubed up with four loads of sperm didn't take long to make them cum. I could tell because they just held me in place and literally fucked their cum into me. The video cut to me lying on my back on the bed with a dazed expression on my face, with my legs being lifted and spread apart with strong, anonymous hands. Another set of hands rubbed my chest. The final set of hands were rubbing my ass. You could see how tender and pink it was as the fingers of that hand played with the swollen lips and collected some of the cum leaking out of me. When he had a good load dripping from his fingers, he brought them up to my mouth for me to lick clean. My eyes unfocused, I did it without any hesitation, cleaning every last drop off his hand with my tongue. He moved his hand back to my ass, shoving three thick fingers up into me. In the video, I groaned and grabbed my own dick, stroking it wildly. 'Do you think you can take my fist, boy?' He asked me. 'Make me take it!' My own voice slurred like I was drunk or high. He worked another finger into my ass, pushing his hand in knuckle deep and twisting it around in my stretched out hole. The hand that had been stroking my chest now brought a small brown bottle up to my nose, holding it there until I inhaled deeply. As I did, my ass must have spasmed, because that's all it took for his thumb to force its way in. I sat there frozen as I watched his big hand disappear in my ass up to the wrist. In the video, my cock was still semi hard and oozing precum. I realized that it had been the hard and leaking the whole time I had been watching the video, as well. On screen, my ass was being abused as he punched his fist into me over and over, stretching my hole to the absolute limit. I was given another round of the poppers to inhale and I just lost if. My whole body shook as I groaned and squirted a huge load of cum from my cock. I whimpered and moaned, and it seemed like I came for almost a minute straight. When I was done, the hand was pulled from my ass with a loud slurping plop, and the camera zoomed in on my gaping hole. As the screen faded to black, you could hear the cameraman's voice asking me 'Did you like that?' 'Yes...' The video ended. I didn't know what to do. My head was still foggy and spinning. All I could think of was clicking back to the beginning and watching again. So I did. And this time I pulled out my cock and started to stroke while I watched.

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."

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.”

I did my homework, Haiti had the highest HIV transmission rate in the western hemisphere. The size of the cocks was only matched by the poverty and lack of anti-virals. I would spend a week there milking as much unmedicated poz seed into my cunt possible. I arrived at my hotel and was escorted to my room by a very solicitous bellhop. I figured after the third "anything you need Sir just let me know" that I would let him know that I needed my cunt pimped out to as many huge cocks as possible. We agreed to a per cock procurement rate for him and I was pleased to hear that $40 US bought you an hour of str8 cock tearin up your hole. It appears, I wasn't the only cumdump who came to Haiti for the big black uncut cock and dirty seed. We sealed the deal with a benjamin for him and his seed dripping from my swollen cunt lips. I love any kind of greed, mine for dirty poz loads - his for US $. There seemed to be no shortage of tall very thin tops willing to rape n breed a mericon. My favorite, was a kid no more than 18, 6'4, 145 lbs, badly pockmarked skin with a foreskined monster cock. He could piston fuck for hours and dump multiple loads in my bleeding gaping hole. I left Haiti a week later with dozens of new HIV strains in my DNA and the added bonus of gonorhea and syphillis. I plan on returning annually for a recharge...

This guy sounds like a total psychopath. I am shocked that the police say they can't do anything here. This day in age, with all the tracking technology, I find it odd that they can't find where he lives based on his phone number or IP address. Any names he has given you shouldn't matter. He sounds like a dangerous individual. I wouldn't play around with him. You have enough proof based on threatening phone calls, text messages, and his actions when you have seen him in person. Get a restraining order, tell him you aren't fucking around with him anymore, and that if he approaches you or makes contact with you again, his ass is going to jail.

Last week cruised a hot latino who was hanging out on the street outside of my building on my way home from work. When I got him in my apartment I realized he was wasted, so he was happy to get naked in my bed and let me work on his dick. I moved up to get ready to line him up with my hole, and he freaked out and insisted on a condom. Damn it! We fucked a couple of times with a condom, but he kept not wanting to cum, so we alternated blow jobs and fucking until three hours later he left. I was pretty sexually aggravated, so the next day after work I texted an older Jewish guy who had promised to load me next change I got. He invited me over, so I ran down to his place and spent an hour making out, 69ing, and getting rimmed before he got his thick dick in me. He told me he wanted to seed me, so I started dirty talking and begging him to breed and cum deep inside his newly owned ass. He came in less than five minutes hearing me beg. I was still hard when I left him because I was making mental plans for my walk home since he lives right next to a cruising area I rarely stop in. I am definitely stopping by more often. It was about 7pm and was still pretty light, and there were only a few people in the park enjoying the weather. As soon as I got near the entrance of a cruisey trail, an older, very dark skinned black guy appeared and stared me down. I smiled at him and he followed me with his eyes as I walked down the path. I waited for him to catch up, and he whispered to follow him. We passed another beautiful hunk of a black man - light skin, short-trimmed facial hair, chiseled features, amazing gym-sculpted body - and I made a mental note to come back for him. The first guy led me to a semi-secluded spot and whipped out an uncut dick quickly hardening. I got my mouth on it, and a few seconds later the second black guy came to watch. I'm used to being a little more hidden, but he was so hot and I was determined to suck him next, so I just kept on sucking. After about five minutes the first guy whispered something and started cumming in my mouth. He pulled out, cleaned up, and walked away without another word. The second guy was standing next to the first when he came, so I was salivating at the thought of seeing this guy's dick. He waited a few minutes for the first guy to leave and seemed to be watching for anyone else. I started to get nervous that he was going to bolt. Suddenly he turned to me, unzipped his fly, and asked, "Are you going to suck this big black dick, bitch?" as whipped out a thick, probably seven inch cut dick with the biggest cock head I have ever seen. He was hard as a rock and I latched out and never let go. My hand went to his balls, and he had been sweating out in the heat - he smelled glorious! He kept talking to me while I sucked - "Do you like that black dick? When I saw you walk by I knew I wanted you to suck this dick. Did you swallow that other guy? Did he cum in your mouth? Can I get your number so you can suck this dick anytime and I can stop coming to this stupid park?" He pulled out of my mouth a few times because he was getting close and told me he was enjoying this too much to cum yet. I kept looking to make sure no one else would stumble upon us, but he told me to stop and just pay attention to my dick. Of course he didn't care when a 30yo white guy walked by and got a great view of me swallowing his dick, but I was pretty nervous about it. A few minutes later the guy walked by again, but something about the situation clicked in my head and I winked at him while he watched us. With a load in my hole and a load in my stomach, sucking this god of a man in the middle of a park in the city being watched by others, I felt pretty good about life. Finally he told me he was going to shoot, and he filled my mouth with some powerful spurts of cum that hit the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop. As he cleaned himself off, he said I was better than his boyfriend. Said my goodbyes and headed home.

This is a fiction section, right? This story begins about 10 years ago. I've never been good at picking up girls, or guys for that matter. So, when my recent virtually sexless, long-term relationship ended, I was looking for something simple, easy, and no strings attached. I had never had any sexual encounters with men, at this point, but I had enjoyed some gay/ts porn. it wasn't a completely foreign idea for me, and it was beginning to look like a less complicated and easy way to get laid. So, at this point in time I've been sex-starved for as long as I can remember, and still reeling from breaking up with my ex, so it wasn't long before my curiousity had me signing up on a few online hook-up sites. I was also incredibly worried about running into somone i knew, so I was looking for guys 40 or older to avoid friends or acquaintences around my age. I quickly realized that most people loved 'chatting' about what they wanted to do or what you were interested in, but rarely would anyone follow through to meet. I did understand it was an easy forum to lie about yourselft, but I was very naive about how easy it was to take a poz load without knowing. As with most younger people, I was a bit insecure about myself from a physical standpoint. At 5'6" 150-160lbs, I wasn't a hard body, but I was by no means hideous. i've always looked quite young for my age. Even though I was 25, people rarely thought i was older than 19-20. I had dark hair, blue-eyes and a pretty clean-cut look and style. I guess I gave off an impression of being innocent from my looks and mannerisms, but it wasn't a completely accurate representation, beyond the fact that a 25-year-old has a lot to learn. What began as a novelty, quickly grew. Within a month I had joined three online sites. I really enjoyed looking at the pictures and reading the profiles, but I remained hands-off, otherwise. Slowly, i started to contact profiles I found interesting. I quickly realized people like to talk about meeting and never actually meet - even if interested. I was quite anxious about having my first experience. By this point, I've been fantasizing about it nearly everyday. After a couple months, I finally found somoene interested in meeting. He was tall, a bit gawky looking and had a 7inch average width cock. I was rock-hard and oozing pre-cum as i sucked on his cock - I enjoyed it much more than having my own cock sucked. Beside the fact it was my first gay experience, it was pretty basic. He asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom, and i replied that i'd like to feel it without one for my first time. He ate my ass a bit before sliding inside me. He was careful, because he knew it was my first time. I enjoyed it but I did not stay hard as he fucked me. I was too focused on the first cock spreading me open. It felt really good, but i forgot to get myself off. As he got close, i asked him to tell me when he was cumming. I couldn't feel it inside me, but when he pulled out I loved the warm sensation as it seeped out over my balls as i lay prone on my bed. While it was enjoyable, I felt a bit short-changed. My thirst was not quenched, you could say. I was still a bit scared about hooking up with random men, though. Shortly after that first experience, I will admit to flaking out on a hook-up. His cock was really big and i was a bit scared. It's unfortunate, because he's one of those guys i'd love to hook-up with now, but the bridge was burned a long time ago. Shortly after this I began chatting with a nice guy in m4sn. I cannot remember his exact age, but he was 15-20 years older. He had blue eyes, a shaved head and a toned body that requires dedication to a gym. We talked about the normal stuff trying to see if our wants were complimentary. I was a bit in disbelief such a hot guy was interested. I was not out-of-shape, but I wasn't toned either. As i said before, i was a bit naive about online hook-ups. He mentioned my profile said 'anything goes.' I had no idea what some of the terms meant beside their obvious dictionary meaning. I mentioned that I was quite new to all of this and asked if I had misunderstood something. He told me he wasn't 100% sure of the meaning either. we chatted some more about what we would like to do. I said i was only interested in bottoming and that I didn't like kissing, and he was vers but did not mind only topping. he asked if i had ever been tied up, and if i'd mind having my hands bound. I said that sounds like it could be really hot. His profile also mentioned 'anything goes' as a preference. He listed himslef as negative, but for using condoms his respons was 'no preference.' As we chatted, he also said he was disease free. I don't think we ever chatted about condom use. I was too distracted. He was very sexy. We planned a hook-up after chatting for a while. He lived in A^2/Yspsi area, so it was a very short drive for me. I was extremely nervous. My heart was racing the entire drive. My cock was rock hard and I wouldn't be surprised if I had a wet spot on my pants when I entered his apartment building. A quiet, unassuming and niver person opened the door. We awkwardly chatted in his living room, until the conversation lead us to the bedroom. He asked me if I wanted to be tied up, and I siad yes. I quickly shed my clothes and hopped on his bed. He sat down next to me asn asked if i was experienced, and whether I preferred to use condoms. I said that I had very few experiences and that i prefered my partner to use a condom. I joked that my reasoning was because it felt the same for me either way. I obviously told a little white lie. I had only hooked up one time, and i asked him for fuck my bareback. I genuinely wanted it bare my first time, but i was way too scared to make it a regular thing. In my mind, i decided i would use condoms after that initial experience. As he took off his clothes, i noticed he has a large tattoo of something on his upper body. At first, i didn't try to recognize what it was. Soon, i realized it was a very large scorpion tattoo. Although i didn't say anything, I thought briefly thought about what it could possibly mean - quickly shrugging off the obvious as paranoia. During this short conversation, he pulled out some rope and lube. I got into position on my back with my arms bound by rope to each bedpost. He positioned himself between my legs pressing his hard cock between us. i could feel it's warmth as i lay acrose my once-used little hole. He slid it slowly up and down between my crack sometimes pressing it against me with more force - it felt amazing. This went on for a while. I was looking up at him with my arms tied, enjoying everything he was doing. He then grabbed some lube and put some on a finger or two and started working them into me. I was very inexperienced and even one finger made me hurt a bit. I still hadn't completely relaxed when he started to push his unlubed cock into my little hole. it hurt quite a bit, and he didn't even get inside me. I told him that he needed lube. I was a little scared, since i was tied up at this time. He grabbed some lube and put a liberal amount on his cock - probably too much, but good for a beginner. I didn't even think to ask him to put a condom on, even though we had just talked about it. At some point while he was fucking me I asked him not to cum inside me. He push my legs back as far as they could stretch and slowly pressed his thick cock into me. It wasn't huge, but it was a nice thickness and length. It was a perfect cock. i loved the shape. the head was a bit larger, and it was really hard. I definitely like the harder ones more than the big spongy ones. It hurt quite a bit. I thought it was be easier the 2nd time, but i guess he was alot thicker than the first person i hooked up with. He slowly slid the full-lenght of his cock in and out of my aching asshole. i was starting to get worried that this was going to be all pain. We were staring into each others eyes most of the time and i was getting a much better look at his tattoo as he hovered over me. I started to finally relax after a minute or two of slowly taking his the full length of his cock. He must have noticed a different look on my face, as i started to enjoy it. He quickened his pace a bit, and i started to really enjoy it. The countour of his rock hard cock felt amazing. Then he slowly leaned down toward me and we started kissing. I wasn't sure i'd like it, but it was nice. He asked why i kissed him if i didn't like kissing. i said that it felt good while being fucked well. He continued to fuck me; playing with my cock. Keeping me hard was not difficult. After a while he force my legs further back and in the air and started pounding me. I had never been fucked like this before, and i was really enjoying it. He was ramming his thick cock into me as hard as he could and looking into my eyes. This went on for what seemed like an eternity. Soon he let my legs down and re-lubed my cock and played with it as he fucked with good pace from his new position. My body was so overstimulated, i wasn't going to last long with him playing with my cock. I was pulling with quite a bit of force on my bidnings. I felt my orgasm rising as I tried to prolong the build up as long as I could. Soon I started cumming. It was so strong and lasted for so long, that at the peak i started to see bright lights in my vision. It may have only been a few seconds, but it felt like a minure or more of my cock convulsing and cumming. He kept stroking me as i came. i couldn't stop the overstimulation. I thought I was going to pass out. I can only assume he knew i came - it had to be obvious. There were rope marks etched into my skin from how hard i was pulling on my bindings. Not long after i came, he told me he was ready. I asked him to pull out and cum on me. Unless he had cum previously, i'm fairly sure he did as i asked. I felt his warm streams of cum lace all the way up my chest. I still remember him looking down and saying something like, "Well, looks like we need to clean you up." I used his shower and coudln't believe how loose and open my hole was. It was incredibly hot to the touch and felt like it couldn't be my body. We chatted again not long after this meeting and scheduled another 'playdate.' However, when i showed up for our 2nd meeting, he was not home. in hindsight, i think he felt guilty aobut not telling me his status. i didn't understand. we had a great time, and we both were interested in meeting again. I drove home a bit disappointed. I caught up with him online and he said he was sorry and that he'd like to meet, if i was stil linterested. After probably the best orgasm i will ever experience, i was willing to look over some minor problem, LoL! We arranged to meet again, and this time he was home. As we got to the room, i mentioned the fact that i didn't get to suck on his cock last time. He thought that was amusing. we both got onthe bed and started to suck on each others cocks. I really liked the taste of the pre-cum oozing from his beautiful-looking cock. Being inexpereinced, i couldn't deep-throat him, while he could swallow my entire length in his warm mouth. His above-average length made it difficult. After a bit, he moved me into position to be tied up, like last time. He had upgraded his 'rope.' These new binding were something from a sex shop and not a harware store this time. it was much softer. He was a little less concerned stretching me out as he worked his cock into me a little quicker this time. again, i was a bit worried about it feeling being painful. I think he was really getting off on breaking me in, because as he quickened the pace he stopped and was a bit worried about cumming too soon. I'm still not sure if he came in me while fucking me either time. Like the previous time he got me off while pounding my tight little ass. it felt so amazing again, although not as powerful the first time. He kept pounding away at me as i stared into his eyes and at his tattoo - still not knowing what it meant. He had a look on his face that reminded me of someone who has done something wrong, but hasn't been found out yet. I don't know if he asked me where he should cum or if i asked him to cum inside me - either way, i probably would have, if i didn't. I could tell he was getting close and i tried to squeeze his cock with the rhythm of his forceful fucking.... Soon he was pressing deep inside me as he came. I loved it. A while after that, we hadn't chat or hooked up. i did receive an email from him. I had come home fromt he bar in an inebriated state and was a bit surprised by the content of the email. he said that he was poz and had never done anything like this before etc etc... i deleted the email and it became a lost drunken memory. I also lost he password to that account and it's associated online profiles on the hook-up sites. I still didn't learn about biohazard tats and the like for many years. Something clicked a while back and realized i was likely stealthed 10 years ago. I have no idea if the current drugs that are so effective were available in 2005, let alone if he was on them. a few years ago when i realized all of this, i was very anxious about it, but i have never been tested. now, i don't even think about it. Before i had sex with men, i never use condoms with girls either, so I guess i am not surprised i like raw cock. If this fictional story sounds familiar and you lived in fictional ann arbor/ypsilanti in 2005 - look me up, fictionally.

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.

I used to go to a park where guys fucked all the time. I would pick up all the used condoms and take them home and eat the cum from them, very hot not knowing what the guy or ass was like it was used for

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

The Stealth Bomber, Episode 2: My first victim – Ernest – The first name in my log, and my first trophy, belongs to Ernest. As I finger and admire the index card with the square of cotton underwear on it, the blood now faded to brown, I recall the night it all clicked for me and I understood my need, my calling if you will. Sure I had fucked a few asses raw before that, but it was all just physical – dick in hole, dick in hole. But that first night with Ernest the physical wound tight to the mental, and both wrapped round and round my soul until I knew I needed to breed to infect and convert and I had no guilt whatsoever in who I infected or how. I have perfected many ways over the years of stealth fucking my victims and have done everything from using condoms that are so old they literally disintegrate while fucking, to using a razor blade to cut an X in the tip and resealing the package with a little glue, to just putting the head in a little, “I promise.” Yet nothing compares to the intense rush and satisfaction I get of them willingly giving me their hole raw, believing like the dumb fucks they are that I am negative too, and being so excited they beg to take my cum never knowing or suspecting that I am changing their lives forever with every little soldier I give them. They become my nasty, infected, viral filled cunts! For weeks before meeting Ernest everything just seemed off. I had this itch I needed to scratch, but did not know where or how. I was agitated and constantly shifting in my chair, drumming my fingers on the table, could not focus, and even my coffee tasted wrong, and anything I ate tasted blah. This was before barebacking became so openly talked about like it is now on websites, in porn, fuck all over the internet. I remember one little prick who went off on me right in the bar when I told him I liked to fuck raw, telling me how it was because of gay men like me that so many men were dying and not playing safe and that it was MY DUTY to ALWAYS wear a condom. Well that bitch got his, but that’s a story for another time. So anyways, I was in a foul mood, it was a Thursday night and I headed out to the Fireplace, a little gay bar down on P Street in Dupont. The place was crowded and had too many sweater-queens this night for my taste, which did not help my disposition. I had just downed my second rum and coke and was feeling more and more agitated when I saw Ernest. Well Ernest is (by his own admission) an ‘ugly old queen’. Attraction is a funny thing though as for me, an eager bottom who is face down, wet hole twitching, gets my engine running and I could care less what his face looks like. An eager cum whore who wants to take it is attractive as shit! I have fucked lots of studs who everyone thinks are 10, but they end up a 0 in bed – they just flop about like half dead fish – no heart in it. We used to call them prancers, all show. Ernest was no prancer, but he was an irritating, cock blocking fuck. I had seen him around, always one hand full of pamphlets about safe sex, the other fishing in his paper bag for a handful of condoms to pass out. He had no problem going right up to anybody and everybody and preaching the message and nothing killed my hard on faster than hearing that shit. Ernest made his rounds, plopped his ass on the stool at the end of the bar, did a couple shots, and tried flirting with anyone within an arms length and was quickly shot down by all. Something in me stirred watching him and that itch I had going on inside began to come into focus and that focus was directed right at him. Ernest picked up his pile of safe sex pamphlets, his wrinkled paper bag of condoms, and headed out the door and started walking up P Street. I quickly caught up with him and asked him if he had a light, and started to make small talk while casually rubbing my left hand up and down the growing bulge in my jeans, making Ernest stare and sputter at the bait being dangled for him. Time to reel this one in a little. “Hey,” I said, “You up for sharing a drink? I’m not quite ready to head home, but it was getting too crowded in there for me. Got anything good at your place?” Ernest quickly said sure, we hailed a cab, and 5 minutes later we were at his dingy little apartment. I can drink most men under the table and suggested we start off with a couple shots and I could quickly tell Ernest was not used to that, so I had found my net to bag this fish. I made sure to sit close to Ernest as he excitedly told me about his outreach work to promote safe sex, my thigh against his and the heat from my dick radiated close to his hand. I told him how great it was that he was doing that as I took his hand and placed it on my hard dick and held it there with my left hand covering his. Ernest had a hard time focusing now, between the liquor and my dick his mind and ass were thinking of sex. Perfect. I continued to praise him as I leaned close, my hot breath on his neck, as I told him, “It’s been so long since I have found someone I could trust to have sex with. There is so much risk out there now. But you, I know I can trust you can’t I?” Ernest just nodded as I stood, unzipped my pants, pulled out my now drooling 9-inch dick, and held it inches from his face. My dick bobbed and bounced in hunger as Ernest’s eyes got wide. I gently ran my right hand over the side of his head and whispered, “Can you lick it a little for me? Please? Just a little?” Ernest’s tongue ran over his lips several times like a snake sensing its next meal. He started to lean to the side to reach around me to the coffee table to grab a condom from his paper bag, but I grabbed his arm, his condoms spilling onto the coffee table and the floor as I pleaded, “PLEASE, just use your tongue on the shaft a little then? It has been so long since I have met a clean guy like you and I need to feel a man again.” I could see the battle being fought in his head as he decided what to do, but it took only a second for his need to overcome all else and for Ernest to open his mouth and take my head full in. DUMB CUNT WAS MINE NOW! I let Ernest take his time and relish in the taste of raw dick in his mouth. I precum a lot, and he savored the taste. The boy knows how to suck dick as his tongue and mouth action had me ready within a couple minutes and without warning I let my cum fly and fill his mouth. I held Ernest in place, my left hand on his shoulder, as I shot load number 1. He tried to jerk away when he first realized what was opening, but then instinct took over and he swallowed, first reluctantly and then with passion, until every drop of my infected cum was now sliding its way down his throat. I immediately pulled out, his mouth still open and tongue looking to milk me, and I said, “Oh God man, I am so sorry, I don’t know what happened, I mean…..holy shit that felt so good, and I……sorry man.” Ernest just looked at me, his eyes begging for more before he shook his head, told me it was ok and reached for the liquor bottle. I was determined to get more, so I poured us each two more shots, which he slammed back to back trying to burn his guilt away of having swallowed my cum. So much for safe practice number one. Ernest took the bottle from me and did another shot, swaying a little as he set the bottle down. My dick was still hard and my precum faucet was turned back on, so I stood back in front of Ernest and without a word he started sucking me again. He did not try reaching for a condom this time and I let him take his time. After several minutes he anxiously looked up at me and asked if I was close. I said, “No, but maybe if you let me eat your ass a little, that always helps.” Ernest quickly got out of clothes, got on his hands and knees on the futon while I sat on the coffee table and started licking at his hole. The first flick of my tongue made Ernest moan and dance and I soon had his hole relaxed and wet and Ernest was jacking his little dick like mad. I stood up and started rubbing my raw dick on his hips, his ass cheeks, the back of his thighs as I gradually slid a wet finger into his tight ass. I thought he was going to rip his little dick right off as hard and fast as he was jacking it now, so now was the time. “You feel so fucking good man, and like I said, it has been so so long since I have met someone clean like you. This is amazing! Do you have some lube? Poppers?” Ernest quickly ran to the bathroom and was back in a flash with a bottle of ‘condom safe’ lube and poppers. I hit the poppers, handed them to him, and he closed his eyes and sniffed hard then got back doggy style, all the while snorting the poppers deep. My finger found his happy little hole again, my dick harder and wetter as it pressed into his cheeks, then his crack. A part of Ernest’s mind must have flashed DANGER as he reached around as if to push my dick away, but I kept telling him how amazing he was, how great his ass felt, how I had not been with anyone like this in so long. Ernest was jacking his dick even harder now to the rhythm of my finger fucking. I eased my finger out guided my dick towards his hole, slid my finger back in, and Ernest moaned. I then leaned over Ernest’s back, wrapped my right arm around his chest as I told him how wonderful he was, how much I was enjoying being with him, how good…..AND THEN I SLID MY RAW DICK INTO HIS ASS! Ernest grunted, he collapsed a bit under me as my 9 inches slowly pushed in, his ass ring trying to slice my dick right off as I told him to breathe, that I just needed to feel him a little so he could suck me again and make me cum. That’s all right isn’t it? Ernest just moaned, so I took that as a yes. Not that I fucking cared if he said no, things would have just gone a bit differently that’s all. “Go on, hit the poppers, that’s it, oh you feel so wonderful.” That was my mantra for the next several minutes as I took my time and enjoyed Ernest’s sweet, raw hole. I began to feel all that tension – that itch I could not scratch – begin to subside. Yes, this is what I needed. A nice negative hole to breed and infect. Ernest started to rouse a little so with my dick still in his ass I stood us up, filled the shot glasses and paused my fucking while I handed him one and downed my own, and gave him another. He was really unsteady on his feet now, so I bent him back over onto the futon, wedging his head into the back as I started to long dick him, time to do some breeding. Ernest fumbled to snort the poppers, half of which spilled on his face, the rest on the futon, the bottle now open in front of him and its contents coming out in little waves with each thrust up his ass. He is mumbling and moaning and his face is all scrunched up in agony and ecstasy while my first load rolls like a tidal wave up through my balls and explodes out the head of my dick. I didn’t stop or slow down at all and actually picked up the pace as my next load is right behind the first one and within several strokes I flooded his ass some more! My scalding cum crawled up inside his cunt and lodged itself in the nooks and crannies of his guts before it burrowed deep deep inside. Ernest’s left hand is reaching back now as if to try to push me off, but I pump his now wet ass until I am good and spent, ease my dick out, and use his white underwear to wipe up his now bloody and cum filled ass. Something about seeing the proof of what I had just done made me horny as shit so as he struggled to sit up right, I shoved his underwear into my pants pocket. Ernest then tried to stand but weaved a bit, and plopped right down onto the coffee table onto his safe sex pamphlets and the condoms from his paper bag. Kissing is not my thing at all, but I needed more, so I sat on the futon, held Ernest steady and before I kissed him I said, “You have such a sweet ass. Thank you so much. That felt so amazing. I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop. I tried. But it was too late. But I know you’re clean, so it’s ok, right? It’s ok? Please don’t be mad at me, please, I needed you so bad.” Ernest drunkenly mumbled and nodded and I kissed him long and hard, making him swoon even more. I held him close and asked if he wanted to suck me again. He nodded, but his eyes were now mostly closed, he could not keep his mouth open on my dick, which was just fine be me as it was his ass I was after. I lifted Ernest back up off the coffee table, laid him on his stomach on the futon, and crawled on top of him. While my hard 9 incher wound its way back up his cum filled ass, I kept reassuring him and thanking him for making me feel good. Ernest continued to mumble in his drunken stupor as I now took my time enjoying his ass. I was working on depositing load number 4 when Ernest leaned his head off the edge of the futon and puked all over the fucking floor and quickly seemed to pass out. I didn’t give a fuck. Cunt was dumb enough to let me in, taste my dick, then let me in his ass so I was going to get all I wanted. After each load I grabbed his underwear out of my pants pocket and fingered them into his used hole. Each time I did they came out redder, wetter, and slicked with cum and ass juice, and I felt better and better. I shot several loads up his cunt before my dick decided it had had enough. When I climbed off Ernest he mumbled a little, but was still out of it. I found a piece of paper and pen, wrote a note telling him how much fun I had and I hoped to see him again and left my number. As I got dressed I had to laugh as there were wet spots now on a bunch of his safe sex pamphlets and condom wrappers where he had sat, wet spots left by my cum dripping from his ass. I did not really expect to hear from him again, and that was OK, as I felt so much better and I felt right for the first time in a while. I knew what I had to do now and was thinking about the best way to go find some negative ass to breed when Ernest called me about 5:30 that Sunday after he had spent all afternoon at the local clubs, apparently getting drunk, as his speech was pretty slurred. One thing was clear, he wanted me to come fuck him again, so I told him to get naked and get his ass lubed and I would be right over. This time all pretense was over as the second I walked in he was gobbling down my raw dick and begging to be fucked, and I was happy to give it to him. I planted 3 loads up his ass and told him to call me when he needed some more, which happened the following Tuesday and Thursday after he once again did his safe sex rounds at the bars. This went on for a couple weeks before it was time to change shit up. Ernest called, asked me to come by, but this time I told him we had to talk first. He answered the door naked like a good cum hungry cunt, and as always was a little drunk, but sober enough to begin to cry when I showed up clearly angry and upset and the first words out of my mouth were, “Did you infect me? It must have been you. I haven’t been with anybody else like that, ever! Just you. You said you were clean! I don’t understand!” I learned with Ernest to accuse first – he swore in between sobs full of tears he had always been safe, but I said, “Well apparently not. Sometime you must have fucked raw, you were drunk or who knows what the fuck you did and you know it can be dormant for years.” After showing the proper amount of anger, I held Ernest close for a moment, told him it was going to be ok, fed him several more shots, and said that he could really help me feel better. I gave Ernest an angry rough fuck as I kept telling him he had infected me and now what would I do? That I needed him, and he felt so good. His body shook and trembled with sobs as he cried the entire fucking time, trying to tell me how sorry he was, and that he would do anything, anything to make me feel better. Dumb cunt. I told him, “That’s right. You will.” That was the only time I spent the whole night with Ernest. I wanted that guilt deep and strong and no matter how much he begged me to stop fucking him, I plowed his hole as hard and rough as I could, over and over saying he had better figure out ways to make what he did up to me. I left just before sunrise after I had made his hole raw, bloody, sore, and coated with so much of my cum even I was amazed. Even when Ernest’s mouth said no, his ass said yes and was hungry for more. For the next couple of weeks I called Ernest every other day so I could use him and the entire time I fucked him I drove that dagger of guilt deeper, twisted it, found a new spot and drove it back in again all the while my poz and infected dick ate at his ass. Ernest would often cry during these visits, slobbering on about what would people say if they found out? What about his job? What about his outreach at the bars? His family and friends would not understand and now no one would ever want to be with him. With my hot cum dripping out of his ass I told him, “It will be OK. No one but us ever has to know. I promise I will keep your secret, as long as you keep mine. We’ll protect each other right? I won’t tell anyone you infected me. Will you continue to help me out?” When I knew Ernest was good and mine – in every way possible – I didn’t call for a couple days and sure enough, he started to call me, frantic. Perfect. I told him I might see him at the Fireplace later and when I did, I made sure I had some little bottom hanging all over me, just aching for some dick. I happily took a couple of the condoms Ernest was handing out as he eyed me suspiciously. I sent the bottom to the bar to get a new round of drinks and whispered to Ernest, “I can only fuck the way I want to with you. Will you be home later so I can come see you when I am done with him?” Ernest just nodded, smiled a little, and went back to preaching the safe sex message. I have practiced and honed my skills as the Stealth Bomber over the years since I met Ernest, and Ernest has always been and will always be, my cum slut. When I need some papers testifying that I am HIV neg, all I have to do is call Ernest at his job as a counselor at one of the city’s places where they do testing and there they are, waiting for me beside Ernest and his prelubed hole. Anything else I want or need, all I have to do is make the call and Ernest will do it, and then he will be ass up and waiting for me to give him what he wants and needs – my cum – my nasty, infected, poz cum deep upside his dumb cunt ass.

It was a typical Friday night. Of course all I could think about was how horny I was and how badly I wanted to have my ass filled. I was online cruising around BBRT checking things out. There was this guy that I had chatted with before online. We had tried to connect a few times before, but it just hadn't worked out. I figured I would give it a try tonight and see if he was free. I hit him up and we chatted for a bit. Next thing I knew I was on my way to his palce. I was happy to finally meet him as we had many conversations about what we would do if we ever met. I arrived at his house and was ready to ring the bell when I saw a note. "Door unlocked. Come in, remove your clothes and put on the items on the bench." My heart raced a bit with anticipation as I opened the door and went in to the entry way. The area was dimly lit, but there was the bench with a box on it. I undressed and proceeded to open the box. Inside I found a leather jock strap, a ball gag and a hood. I put on the items and sat down on the bench and waitied for what seemed to be an eternity. Soon enough I could feel a presence in the room. I hear a low voice say "are you ready boy?" I nodded my head in acceptance as I could speak. I felt his hand touch my shoulder and I rose. He led me down a hardwood floor for a bit and then down some stairs slowly as not trip and fall. When we finished decending the stairs we stopped for a minute. I was trying to pay close attention to the sounds as I had no idea where I was. I thought I could hear a door opening, shortly after I felt his large hand again as he led me further forward. We then again stopped. I felt him work his way behind me as felt cold metal on my left wrist and a clenching. I assumed it was a pair of handcuffs after I felt the cold metal hit my right wrist. At this point I knew that I was in for something. He pushed me forward again from behind until I felt something hit me on the front of my body, just above my cock. He pushed my head down until I was laying flat on my stomach with my head against a platform. He slid me forward on the platform and set my legs up until I was in a legs bent position. I put it all together and realized that I was on a fisting bench. I then proceeded to feel him put some cold lube on my ass and insert a finger, then two. He held them inside for a minute and then asked "are you ready to go to the next level and experience things you never thought possible" I thought about his question briefly and the shook my head in acceptance. He removed his fingers. I could hear him doing somehting behind me, but was unable to make out what was going on. Next thing I knew there was pressure again at my hole. I felt something begin to insert into my hole, slighily larger than his two large fingers. Then I felt my ass fill with what I thought was an amount of water, but there was a slight burning sensation to it. He removed the device from my hole and then slipped in something else. I could tell immediately it was a butt plug. In no time I was starting to feel hot and my heart was racing. I felt his hand again at my head as he pulled me into an upright position. He removed the hood and for the first time I could see him. Of course at this point I was becoming extremely horny and all I wanted was to be fucked. I took in my surrounds as best I could. I noticed a sling next to the bench I was on. He proceeded to ask me how I was feeling. Of course I was not able to speak since there was a gag in my mouth still, but he could tell what I wanted. He said he knew that I wanted to get fucked because he just gave me a huge booty bump. He proceeded to remove the handcuffs and as he did so he told me I was going to get fucked more then I ever had before. I shook my head in acceptance again. He led me over to the sling and helped me in and put my hands and feet in to the restaints attached to the chains. There was a mirror attached to the top of the sling and I could see my self laid out like a pig waiting for wahtever he wanted to give to me. He reached to my ass and removed the plug. Once it was gone all I could think about was that I felt empty and I wanted more inside me. As I watched in the mirror I could see him remove his jock strap to reveal his huge cock. It must have been 10" and as thick as a beer can. I thought to myself there is no way I can take this, but all I could think was that I wanted it. He came to my arm and tied something around it I could see the syringe out of the corner of my eye. I watched as he slid it into my vein and emptied it into me. I felkt an instant rush and tried to cough with some avail due to the gag in my mouth. He proceeded to fill the syringe again and empty it into his arm. He then doused a healthy handfull of lube on his cock and lines it up with my quivering hole. He looked in my eyes and I said as best I could with the gag in my mouth "fuck me Sir!" Instantly he slid that huge beer can cock in to my ass and he went all the way, balls deep. I couldn't believe that I just took that huge cock, but all I could think about was how good it felt inside me. He began to fuck me slowly at first and then he ramped up the speed. Eventually he was pushing back on the sling so that his huge cock slid all the way out of my ass and then back in balls deep. I couldn't get enough! It felt so fucking amazing! Finally after an hour of fucking he started to twitch and I knew that he was going to give me his load. He groaned loudly and pushed himself deep insdie me. I could feel his warm juice loading inside me. He pulled his huge cock out of my ass and come around to my head. He removed the gag from my mouth and then stood on a pedistal at the head of the sling. He then procedded to piss in my mouth. He said "Be a good boy and drink all of Daddies chem piss!" I did as I was told. I was so high at this point and all I wanted was for my ass to be filled again. He went back around to my ass and began to put crisco in his hands. He slapped a generous amount on my ass and worked it in to my open hole. He then began to work his fist in to my hole. It was amazing how easily he got the large paw inside of me. Once again I couldn't get enough. I could see his cock was still rock hard. He asked me if I wanted another load. I replied with a yes. With his fist still inside me he worked his huge cock in next to it. I could feel my hole stretching as he wokred in to me. It felt amazing. He said " I am going to jerk off my dick iside you." I could feel as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to work them insdie me. I had never felt anyhitng like this before and it sent me to the moon. I laid my head back in pure enjoyment. This went on for close to ten minutes before he released another load in to me. He pulled out his hand and slipped a large plug in to my ass. He then said sleep well and I will see you in the morning.............

It was promise of 'prize money' that brought me here, although I knew damned well what I was doing would qualify me as a whore, but college didn’t come cheap, and neither did anything else: my crappy apartment, gas, you name it. Frankly, everything was starting to look more and more desperate, so I agreed to put my looks to use with some shady Craigslist 'photo model' request stuff. Although one of the four times had been a guy outright looking for a hook-up for cash, one of the other three had led to this. The photographer had taken some pretty racy photographs of me, bent over and naked, blindfolded, that sort of stuff, but he had kept my face from being recognizable in any of the shots, just as I had asked. The money had been decent, not great, but decent. The photographer was an older guy, maybe in his forties, but he was in good shape. And, although I’d definitely gotten the gay vibe from him, as he apparently loved looking at my ass, he hadn’t made an overt move. So long story: for the first time in ages I was able to pay the rent as well as put some food in the fridge and still have a little bit of cash left over. A few weeks later I received a message from the photographer inviting me to a 'blackjack night'. At first I almost dismissed the message at face value as the last thing I wanted to do was gamble away what little cash I had, but then I’d read on and saw that it wasn’t what it sounded like. In fact it was way more than that. “I’ve shown your photos to a friend who hosts play parties at his home. Handsome young men like you willing to take a risk or two can win big cash at his ‘blackjack nights,’ up to $1,000 for the first prize. It’s consensual. It’s absolutely R-rated and involves what you’d imagine. Don’t worry, though, if you choose to come, you’ll be able to stop at any time.” I let the e-mail sit for quite a while, but a thousand bucks is a lot to a guy like me, so finally, I replied, and asked for more details. Annoyingly, there weren’t many. “I can’t tell you much more,” the reply came from the photographer, who added “I’ll be there, and I’ve been to them before. You’ll need a rudimentary understanding of blackjack, and there are usually three or more cash prizes, as well as various other gifts given to some participants. You’ll be popular, if you decide to go, I’ll tell you that. Up to you.” I replied and said I’d go. The 'home' the host lived in was large and far enough out of town that I was a bit worried as I drove there in my clunker, but once I arrived I parked in the large curved driveway that led to the place and went for the door, invitation in hand. I had a good body, I liked sex, and I could use a grand. I had no real illusions about the night beyond that, and that was fine by me. At the door, I was greeted by a guy in a nice suit, who took me to a small side-room, where he took my coat, keys and my invitation number, and then traded my printed invitation for a small white envelope with the same number on it. He led me to a door and knocked once before opening it and looking inside, then nodded to me saying “You can go inside to change. The envelope will show you which bag to use.” I frowned, but he left, so I went into the room as he’d said. There were about two dozen bags lying around, each with a single card attached to them from a deck of cards. A few were mostly empty, though most had piles of regular clothes inside them. I opened my envelope, and pulled out a four of hearts, and a small slip of paper in which were printed these directions: “Dress in the items in the bag matching your card, and then put your clothes into the bag. They will be returned to you afterwards. Then move through the door opposite that through which you entered this room.” I stripped down, found the bag marked with the four of diamonds, and found that inside, there was only a pair of white briefs with a red diamond printed where my left butt cheek would be. I exhaled. I’d known this was basically going to be that sort of evening, but the reality of holding very little cloth in my hand made it pretty obvious. There was also a small card-holder on a Velcro strap, just the right size for the four of diamonds that had come in my invitation. Inside of the card-holder were instructions that told me to secure the card-holder to my arm with the strap, and to keep my card inside. I did so. Wearing only the briefs, which, by the way, were very snug and left nothing to the imagination, I took deep breath and pushed through the door. The room had quite a few men in it already, and I felt my stomach clench a bit when I stepped through the door. Everyone was wearing white – there were already four other guys like me in little white briefs with diamonds on the back of their asses, but there was an obvious division beyond that. Some of the men were wearing white wife beaters and white cotton pants through which it was obvious there was no underwear, and they had the black 'clubs' symbol from a deck of cards on the back of their wife beaters. The 'spades' were all wearing white athletic lace-up shorts with the spade across the right side, and no shirt. The 'hearts' wore similar cotton pants to the 'clubs' but no shirts, with the heart design at the front right where a pocket might otherwise be. Only the diamonds like me didn’t have masks. Everyone else wore a plain white mask that covered his eyes, lending a sense of anonymity. The guys ranged in body types quite broadly, although it was obvious that other than the diamonds, these men were in their forties and fifties. They obviously, however, took care of themselves . And every one of the men wore a Velcro pouch strapped to his arm. A waiter, full uniform, and mask, slid over to me and offered me a drink. I took one, waiting nervously. One of the clubs walked up to me, and when he spoke, I recognized the voice of the photographer. I had thought he was in good shape, and I’d been right: his chest was wide, he had thick arms, and under the edge of the wife-beater, I could see the start of a dusting of dark hair on his chest. “Glad you could come,” he said. I smiled. “Thanks.” The door opened a few more times while we chatted about nothing, and finally, one of the men in the Spades outfits, a bit of a musclebear, really, hairy and thick chested and definitely built strong, stepped to the middle of the room and raised his hand. The room fell silent. “Thank you all for coming,” he said. “As you all know, the game tonight is blackjack, or twenty one. Those of you playing for the prize money, that’s the diamonds in the room, will gather cards from those with whom you choose to...” he paused, smiling behind his short beard, “...interact.” He paused, and looked around. “The only rule, of course, is that no one can tell each other what card he is handing out, though the suit might be obvious.” Again he smiled. “Remember, you are gambling with yourselves, and you may stop at any time. There will be an opportunity for many draws, but don’t forget you will not wish to bust,” he said, smiling again. This time, he pointed at a door. “There is a special room for those who ‘bust’ but would like to deal themselves back into the game.” A few of the men laughed, and standing next to me, the photographer smiled. I felt somewhat nervous. “As always, negotiate as you will, and remember, the first place prize is a thousand dollars for the lucky diamond who achieves 21, or closest to that number without going over. Otherwise, all the rules of blackjack apply. We’ll begin with the diamonds making their choices, but after our first round, we’ll move through the suits accordingly. Diamonds – if you could line up, please?” We did. My stomach clenched and unclenched, and I decided right off that I’d pick the photographer, who was not only hot, but someone I knew. There were five other guys with me in the 'diamond' group, and I saw that there were the same number of hearts, clubs, and spades. I did the math: there were two dozen men in attendance. I swallowed. Our host continued. “The private rooms are through the archway there and up the stairs. They’re marked with diamonds. Feel free to leave the doors open or not as you wish,” he grinned. “Some do enjoy watching.” I swallowed again. The host tapped the first diamond on the shoulder – a lanky red-head with a lean body and freckles – who nervously approached a salt-and-pepper daddy type in hearts. As soon as they started to speak, the host tapped the next diamond, who was beside me, and he went to talk to one of the clubs, a larger black man with very thick arms. Then it was my turn. I went to the photographer, the only one I knew, and he smiled at me. “I’d hoped familiarity would be a good thing,” he said. I smiled at him, feeling myself blush a little. “Yeah.” Once all six diamonds had chosen, the host said, “Okay, gentlemen. You may now let your diamond know what you intend, and he may accept or make another choice.” I looked at the masked man who I actually did kinda-sorta know, and he smiled at me. “I intend to fuck that pretty face of yours and make you swallow every drop,” he said, leaning in. I felt my dick harden in my briefs. I loved to suck dick, and as far as whoring myself out, sucking cock seemed a pretty small price to pay. I nodded. Four of the six diamonds seemed to like what they heard, since we all left for the archway and the four rooms. Two stayed behind, to make a new choice, I assumed. I led the older man into the first room with a diamond on the door. The room was richly dressed, with a bed decked out with fresh white sheets and pillows, as well as a small chest at the base of it labeled, helpfully, 'Toys'. When I went to close the door, the photographer took my wrist saying “I don’t mind an audience,” as he undid his cotton pants. He was facing the door, and he pulled one of the pillows and tossed it onto the floor at his feet. “Kneel there,” he said. I’d have my back to the door. I knelt, and he tugged down the pants to reveal a thick cut cock already growing hard. He took my head in both hands, and pushed my face into his crotch. I licked and rubbed my face against his hardening dick, and he chuckled. “I knew you were a cock sucker the moment I took that first picture. Lips like yours?” he laughed again. “Cocksucker lips.” Frankly, I agreed, and set to work whole-heartedly. His cock was salty with sweat and I loved the taste of pre-cum that drooling from his cock head almost the moment I swallowed his length. He hardened quickly in my mouth, and his grip on my head was strong without being too harsh. He fucked my face, short thrusts in and out of my mouth, without letting his dick come free. I gripped his thighs after a time, realizing quickly that he was the one in charge here, and wanted to enjoy knowing that fact. As his dick hardened, he grew a bit more forceful, but it wasn’t the longest dick I’d sucked, even if it was one of the thickest, and the reality was I was enjoying myself. My own cock was hard, proof that I loved to suck dick, and doing so was a quick way to get my own dick hard, and I let one hand go to reach down and tug my own dick free from my briefs. “You can pull it out,” he said, in a low voice, “but you don’t get to jerk it. Hands back on my legs.” I obeyed with a little grunt as he pushed his dick into my mouth, freeing my cock but not being able to tug on it. I decided to go balls deep on him, and surprised him by swallowing his full length and pressing my face into his pubes for a long moment. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he groaned. Behind us, someone added, “Nice!” I shivered, but pinned on the man’s cock, it wasn’t like I could turn around and see which men, or how many men, were watching. I moaned though, aroused despite myself. “Fuck.. Fuck..” the older man said, and gripped all the tighter for a moment. “Swallow it all, boy! Swallow... it... all!” he grunted, and my mouth filled with his spunk in three sudden spurts. I swallowed spasmodically, narrowly avoiding choking as the thick liquid hit the back of my throat, and managing to get the rest down in two more swallows. I slurped at his dick, tonguing the head of his dick and then bobbing again up and down the full length of him. He let go, and I took a few more moments to lick and suck at his balls, making sure to get him spit-clean. “Damn,” he said, once I leaned back on my heels. “That’s good service.” I smiled up at him, my lips feeling a little raw. He tugged me up, and we turned, our backs to the door, although I glanced and saw there were three men watching. Then he undid his pouch, pulled out a card, handing it to me. I looked at it. Four of clubs. That made eight. That sure wasn’t going to win. Still, I smiled at him, and put it into my own little Velcro carrier as he pulled his pants back up and I tucked myself back in, and then he led me back to the main room. There was a new man there now, in a 'dealer’s' outfit like at a casino, and he walked up to me as we arrived. “Your cards?” he asked me. I pulled them out of the Velcro case, and he pulled out a small pad, asking “Do you want to double-down?” Oh shit! I’d read up about blackjack, but I’d forgotten this rule when I’d gotten the second four. If you get dealt the same card that you already have, you have the option to split it into two hands. I’d basically be starting over again with two hands of four. If I wasn’t mistaken, everything I’d read said it was the smart thing to do. “How does that work?” I asked. The dealer didn’t seem phased by the question. “You’ll build one hand until you hold or bust, then the other. It will make for a longer night,” he said, without a hint of a smile, though I could have sworn I heard some amusement in his voice. I took a deep breath. “I’ll double down." He nodded. And we waited for the rest of the diamonds to return.

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.

Honestly, if they had shown this commercial in the late 80s/early 90s, (and in English) safe sex would have been a hell-of-a-lot lot more appealing. http://accidentalbear.com/watch-this-spanish-hunk-put-on-condom-the-video-we-wish-we-saw-in-sex-ed-class-nsfw/

Enjoy! So you will be rested to write a few more chapters when you come back :-)

Previously… 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. Right so… Finn and I grabbed two of Pedro’s towels and wrapped them around our waist. Following Finn, we made our way to the living room to see Harry wiping his mouth, sitting on the couch, and Richard in the same position – in front of the computer. Most of Harry’s clothes had been discarded at this stage and he was just wearing a bright blue jockstrap on his tight hairy body. He nodded at us and said “Pedro’s gone to the door”, and added, “I see you guys took your time!” I laughed and sat down on his right, with Finn heading out to see if Pedro needed any help. I looked to Harry and cocked an eyebrow, “everything ok babe?” I asked him. He laughed and wiped the side of his mouth again, “oh yeah, apart from a jaw ache. You definitely weren’t kidding about Pedro”. I looked at the discarded clothes, and asked “so did you guys get to fucking then?” He smiled his gorgeous smile and said “not yet, though Pedro started to finger me a bit. Thank fuck I douched before coming here.” We laughed at that – we’ve all had moments that we wished we’d douched, though I’ve found that the most forgiving guys are at sex parties (as opposed to one-on-one hook-ups). Typically they’ll quickly tell you to go back to the bathroom and accompany you in and chat to you while they wash their dick. All very breezy. Harry continued, “I was thinking I might start on a smaller cock before I let him at me. – y’know, so I can work up to him. How was Finn?” I answered honestly, “a good bit smaller than Pedro, though still substantial, about 6”, although I think it got bigger toward the end of the blowjob. I know one thing for sure – my throat still hurts” I ran my hand up and down Harry’s thigh while we continued on in this line of banter, whereupon I recommended Finn to stretch out his hole, followed by me (and with this I leaned over and let my left hand go behind him and start exploring between his hairy cheeks) then I suggested that maybe Pedro could rim him to start it all off, cause he was so good at it, when, speak of the Devil, in walked the two lads with two new lads beside them. Of the two new lads, the first had to be Mac, as he was in a towel like Finn and I. He was maybe about his late 30s, 6’6”, and had a lean runner’s build. Under his towel I thought I could see a real monster-cock swinging. He was wearing glasses, and was probably blind without them, judging by how big his eyes were through the lenses. Overall he gave off a school-teacher/civil servant vibe and definitely I wouldn’t have pegged him to be a total drug fiend, as I later found out. The other lad Don was all clad in leather – not ROB of Berlin leather or anything like that – but biker leathers – fingerless gloves, a tight fitting leather jacket and matching pants with a red stripe up the sides. He had a shaved head and a bit of an Eastern European look and was pretty well put together. He was currently chatting with Finn and Pedro while they sat down around the sofa. He and Mac came over and introduced themselves to us. Richard waved at the lads and then went back to the Gaydar chatroom saying he had one or two hopeful leads, and that the dancer wouldn’t be over till he could escape his dancer friends after the pubs closed, maybe after a nightclub. We laughed and left him back to it – some guys are all about trying to arrange the perfect sex party, rather than focus on who’s there. Still though, I knew I would be appreciating all his efforts later. Glasgow wasn’t London, it was harder here to try and arrange an orgy with guys all around the same calibre and try to convince some other lads to join. You had to put a lot of energy into getting the right group together. If you put a call out on the gaydar chatroom, you’d either end up with unsuitable lads contacting you (and I know – “what is unsuitable?” varies from group to group – in one it might be guys who are too vanilla and who’d probably bolt at the first sight of pills and powders – which Don was currently spreading out on the coffee table – in another group, “unsuitable” might be guys who are too into taking the favours and not really into the fucking – in later years I had a few “leeches” as I called ’em, in my orgies, and tended only to call them over when I’d gotten well and truly fucked up and had hidden a private stash). Anyways – I digress – Don was talking to us about how he couldn’t stay long (he had other deliveries) and had explained to Pedro and Finn how much K to snort. The blue angels were being divvied up on the table with Harry apportioning his and mine, while I ran off to the bathroom to get Finn’s bag and my wallet. The MDMA and G that Pedro had bought, was added to the pile for everyone and I was asked to get a bottle of Irn Bru (a Scottish soft drink – an acquired taste to non-natives) on my way back through the kitchen. While getting Finn’s bag I saw it was open, so I curiously poked around (I’m a nosey fucker sometimes – I won’t deny it) and saw some syringe packets. “Fuck” I thought, “better not show Harry these, or he’ll bolt”. When I brought the stuff back in, I watched Finn take his moneyclip out and then pack his bag carefully away after paying Don. While doing this, there was a good bit of eye contact between him and Pedro. Now, I’m no Sherlock Holmes, but I felt I pretty quickly got a read the situation – it looked to me like he and Pedro would be doing some harder drugs later (injecting mephedrone or something) but were good enough to not “frighten the horses” by doing them in front of everyone. Fair enough, I thought. Pedro opened up a new pack of shot glasses that had been on sideboard and Finn started making up shots of Irn Bru with droppers of G in em. Don started lecturing us a bit about the various drugs, namely Harry, Mac and me, I guess the others were old hats at them. Don’s accent was a weird mix of Glaswegian (the rougher accent) and some eastern country with harsh z’s and t’s. I found out later that he was Czech or something but had been over here for years. He continued, “alright lads, here’s the deal with G - the dose can be between 1 and 2 mls and you have to be very careful spacing out the shots. This is cause you can overdose really easily if you’re not careful. It all depends on your weight and loads of other factors. So you’ll all be taking just 1 ml per dose tonight and Finn here will be keeping the G and administering it. He knows how to time it.” Finn cut in then with “yeah and I won’t be giving anyone anything more outside of that time. So don’t even try to ask me for it. It’s a total buzzkill to have some lad overdose and be writhing around in front of everyone. Worse, if you really overdo it you could die.” Finn and Don said all this in a surprisingly calm tone but I could see Harry turn a bit pale. Don was still speaking “but like with all drugs, respect G and she’ll give you a fun ride.” Finn passed out the shot glasses for each of us except Don. Richard tore himself away from the computer and came over and joined us. I noticed we each got two. He motioned that we drink the left shot glass of Irn Bru and G and then the right one (just Irn Bru) immediately after, in order to try and get the taste out. I thought to myself “how bad can it taste?” Finn counted down “one two three” and we all knocked them back. I found my answer immediately – the stuff was easily one of the most disgusting tastes I ever had – so artificial and wrong. I’ve eaten Durian in Malaysia on a dare and this shit was nastier. I felt like I was swallowing bleach, and probably wasn’t too far wrong considering the stuff is marketed as video cleaner or something. I looked over at Harry while I quickly downed the other shot. “Fuck!” he grimaced, “I’ll never ask people “what’s your poison” again! I now know what it is – Fuckin G” As Finn was passing around the Irn-Bru bottle to the lads to get the soapy remains of the G out of their mouths, I noticed Don and Pedro chatting and walking to the hallway. I followed them and overheard Pedro say “…so stop by later if you’re free”. Don looked down at his phone, and said, “I’m pretty busy Pedro, and my boyfriend might want to meet up tomorrow. I think he wants to go hiking or some shit like that”. I walked up to Pedro and Don and “by accident” dropped my towel. “Whoops”, I smirked and turned around to pick it up. As I slowly picked it up (but didn’t put it back on) I said to Don, “dude, thanks for all the advice on the drugs,” and walking right up to face him, “and I know I’d really appreciate it if you could drop by again”. Don was transfixed looking at my smooth pale toned body. I leant in and kissed him on his thin lips. His fingerless-glove covered hands started to rub the top of my ass as he began to kiss back. Breaking our kiss, Don said admiringly, “you’ve a saucy one there Pedro”. Pedro reached over and started playing with my ass, “yeah Finn was telling me this chico’s already taken a load since mine today, and I only left him out of here three hours ago. Isn’t that right chico?” he asked, as he playfully slapped my ass. All I felt was four hands all over my ass and I was in pig heaven. Pedro got behind me and squatted down to start rimming my hole. I started groaning into my kiss with Don, once again made a quivering mess by Pedro’s superb ass-eating skills. After a while of snogging Don, he pulled back and whispered “suck my dick” as quiet as can be and started pushing my head down with one hand while the other started to unbuckle his leather pants. As my head reached his waist I was shocked as Don pulled out a very nice 7” semi hard-on with a tribal tattoo on it. I looked up and said, “fuck dude that must’ve hurt”. He smiled his thin-lipped smile at me and started whapping his cock off my cheeks to get fully hard. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, still a bit distracted by Pedro who was going hell-for-leather rimming my back passage. Don slapped his cock off of my tongue a bit and then spat down into my open mouth. Hot! He grabbed my hair and my tongue slid down his shaft. I was a bit slow to suck on him as it was my first tattooed dick and I wanted a closer look. However Don wasn’t having any of that, and literally opened my mouth with his free hand and forced me down him. He worked his cock in and out of me then fucking my mouth. I’d hear him mutter “Oh fuck”, Don whispered through gritted teeth, “oh yeah, suck it bitch”. Looking up at him he’d sneer at me and spit down on my upturned face. While this was going on Pedro was giving it loads at my ass. He was rubbing his head and whole face up my crack and then in the process of going down again, he would rapidly shake his head and stuck-out tongue from side to side. It was hot though quite distracting. I kept losing my rhythm on Don’s cock cause of Pedro’s attention to my hole. This situation went on for about 5 minutes, with Don increasing the pace, and every now and again slapping my face either with his hand or with his cock. “Fuck” I thought, “this dude plays rough” – I would later learn that Don was a card-carrying member of the very small gay BDSM scene in Glasgow. Then as he got close, he signalled to Pedro, who grabbed swapped places with Don, and fed me his long dark Spanish cock. I felt Don roughly shove one finger up me, then two, and then with no warning he shoved his spit-lubed cock all into me at once. I bucked at the rude entrance and almost bit Pedro’s cock off. “Whehdefuh” I managed to say over Pedro’s cock, which was working my sore throat. Don just smacked, no, punched, both my ass cheeks really hard (to distract from the pain of my hole I guess – it worked for five seconds) and started ramming his cock in and out. “Oh fuck yeah”, Don grunted, and quickening his pace I realised his cock was growing even more in that characteristic way just before cumming – I had obviously done a good job blowing him – or maybe he hadn’t cum in a while – I later heard his very vanilla boyfriend was completely unaware of his double lives in BDSM and in dealing and thought Don was a carpenter or some shit. With a couple more painful thrusts, I felt his cock squirt his juices inside me – once, twice, three times. Don then pulled out very unceremoniously and brought my cock around to my mouth. Don tried shoving his cock in to fit it beside Pedro’s darker one, (it thankfully didn’t work, and I thankfully don’t have stretch marks – there was no way I could fully fit those two big boys in at the same time. Pedro’s cock simply got pushed out). Don said, “clean it bitch” and remembering Harry’s remark earlier, I also felt so happy I took the time to douche. It’s just I’m not really into licking my own crap off anyone’s cock. This was hot though – just my ass juices and Don’s cum. As I spit-polished his knob, I looked up to see Don give Pedro a little twisted white paper baggy (the ones made of cigarette-rolly wrappers) and say “this is for your bitch – for a job well done”. Then pulling his cock out and stuffing it back into his leathers, he pulled me by my hair up to standing, and kissed me. “Good job bitch”, he whispered and then spat in my mouth. With that he turned and left. I stood there a bit dazed, ass dripping, face covered in spit, looking over at Pedro who was grinning. Pedro chuckled and said, “well chico, I guess you left a good impression with Don!” I heard a slow clap from the hall and looked over to the doorway where Mick and Finn were looking at us, both jacking their cocks under their towels. Mick piped up, “looks like we’ve an early contender for the biggest slut of the party”. I laughed and wiped my face and said “lads, you’ve no idea just how slutty I can get!” Finn laughed and said, “well, the slut gauntlet has now been thrown!” I started to walk toward them and suddenly wobbled. Pedro caught my arm and looked me over with a smile, and then asked, “was that Don or is it the G?” It was the G. And oh fuck, it was hitting me. Suddenly I felt hornier than ever, and a rush of heat spread across my body. I staggered again and looked at Pedro and laughed. He answered his own question. “It’s the G so”, he concluded, “well, let’s get you back into the living room” and leaning heavily on him I walked back in. As I was walking back in I said to the lads, “well my thinking with Don was, I can’t let a guy I haven’t fucked before, leave a sex party unfucked. I mean”, and I paused for a quick breath, before exclaiming to all and sundry, “I am that fuckin’ kid in the sweetshop. I want to try all the flavours. All the dick! Nothing turns me on more than a bit of strange*”. And then I looked at Pedro and Finn, both who I’d already fucked before, and added quickly “and groupsex – that’s the other thing, oh, and sex on drugs too, oh and dealers. I love to fuck me a dealer. Oh and I still haven’t told you about the load I got today…” *Strange is a term we use here to describe “dick or pussy you haven’t had before” – like the joke goes “If a guy could take four things to a desert island what would they be? Food, Shelter, Pussy and Strange Pussy” As I was babbling on, we got back into the living room to see Harry still in his blue jock strap smoking a newly rolled joint. Harry was the best joint roller I knew and could knock up a killer spliff in 30 seconds flat and they were always consistently good – they never fell apart and they always burned evenly. He was looking over Richard’s shoulder at the computer screen. Richard had one hand on the mouse and with his other hand he was fingering Harry. Harry looked up at us and said “what kept ya lads?” grinning his wicked fuckin grin at us. I sauntered over and nabbed the joint from him (I’m never one to miss an opportunity) and asked “are ya feeling the G yet Harry?” Harry looked thoughtful and replied, “I think so, I mean, I feel all drunk and slutty, but that could be just me”. We both laughed a riot at that and dropping my towel, I took his head in my hands and kissed him full on the mouth – a big old snog. Breaking off, I said, “I feel fucking brilliant, and I’ve still to tell ye all about the ride I got since I left Pedro’s” Cajoling Richard off the computer wasn’t too hard and I lead him and Harry back to the couch where the others were. It was one of those big L-shaped sets, so there was enough room for all of us. I walked around the coffee table to face the line-up of the party. On my left was Finn sitting on the separable footrest, passing out blue pills from the goody tray, some diamond shaped and some with angels on them (no prizes for guessing what they were!). Directly in front of me was Mac with an open towel jacking his massive (and still a bit soft) cock. I guessed the G was working on him too. Harry was at my “1 O’ Clock” sitting in the corner join and reaching over to give Mac a helping hand. Then on my right, Pedro and Richard were sitting on the main part of the couch. Pedro was pouring Irn Bru for people to knock their pills back with. Richard was still in shirt and pants looking back anxiously at the computer. After I took my pills (2 E and a Viagra) I said to the group, “so lads, I’m gathering you all around to hear the tale of “Stuart’s many loads” which I believe will help pass the time while we wait for the V and E to kick in” This got a chuckle out of them. I continued “as I believe ye all know, I only met this fine man here”, indicating at Pedro before I went on, “…today through an old fuck buddy Andrew. He was meant to be riding him today, but his bad luck at having to cover a double shift at the restaurant meant my wonderful luck at meeting him. Today. At 4pm. When he gave me the royal-est of royal fuckings” The boys were all listening now. Harry and Mack had slowed down their jacking and Richard wasn’t looking back to the computer anymore – Oh wait no, he had his phone out! I rolled my eyes at Richard, who had the decency to put it away. I detailed how I met Pedro, and how Pedro had been waiting for me. Finn and Mac both laughed out loud as I described the whole door-ajar thing – he’d obviously done it before. When I was describing that Pedro didn’t want me to rim him – a small detail I thought, Pedro chimed in and said “Well chico, the thing is…” and he paused and leaned backward with his dressing gown falling open to expose his glorious golden body. His rose tattooed pec was glistening and taut as he used his hands behind himself to push his crotch out over the edge of his couch. As he lifted his legs in the air, Pedro kept unwavering eye-contact with me. He licked his fingers and brought them down to his own dark brown hole, that was now shunted into view. As everyone’s attention was transfixed on Pedro’s digits circling his own hole, he continued, “…I learned all my rimming skills from the motherfucking king of rimming, and I only get rimmed by people who’ve learned from him”. Harry snorted into some Irn Bru he was drinking and said “there’s a Mister Miyagi of rimming??” and tried to do a Mister Miyagi “Rim on… Rim off” quote, but kept breaking into laughter. Pedro scooted back into his seat, having proven his point and after Harry stopped giggling about Mister Miyagi, I continued. I next described the coke-fucking and how Pedro had promised me I’d be sober by 7pm – many chuckles were had there too (the lying bastard!). After this I described my race through the east-end to my new house, my brief meet-up with my friend Bill (Richard asked me if he was bi and up for fun. I let him down gently) and my tea with the landlords downstairs, and how hot they were. I had the lads (even Richard) on the edge of their seats now (though not like Pedro five minutes before). I told them how when I got to the bedroom, Blair and Davie cornered me about being high as a kite holding one of Pedro’s spliffs. I took a breath. There was no chatter now. They were hanging on my every word. Pedro broke the silence and said “Aw chico, had I known I was gonna get you in trouble…” I cut him off, “no no Pedro, I was just thinking, I need two volunteers for the next bit to show you exactly what happened.” I should interject at this point to tell you I can become a bit of a bossy bastard while high – getting guys to roleplay really in-depth scenes, and so on. So unsurprisingly I grabbed Mac and made him kneel on the main couch beside Richard, and asked Richard to copy Mac’s pose. I basically got the two lads to recreate how Blair and Davie had been in front of me. Of course at this point they (Blair and Davie) had been asking me to recreate what I had done with Pedro, so it was all getting a bit too “meta” as we’d say, like Andy Warhol’s bean cans, but fuck it, I powered on). I recounted how I had been wearing clothes, but thought “go balls deep or go home” and had stripped naked and knelt in front of my new landlords. As I said this I also acted it out by kneeling in front of Richard and Mac. The two were grinning from ear-to-ear as I unzipped Richards pants to pull out his dripping-precum and rock-hard 7” cock. I took Richard’s cock in my mouth and stroked Mac’s thick juicy semi. Richard’s cock smelled and tasted of lavender soap (which was the showergel in the main bathroom) and fit snugly in my mouth. There was a lovely velvety head of foreskin on it too to play around with and the pre-cum was clear and not-to-sweet – Fuck I feel like I was a food critic the way I just described Richard’s cock! It was lovely, let’s leave it at that! I was enjoying Richard’s cock so much I had to look up at all the guys motioning for me to say what happened next before I reluctantly pulled back off him to continue the tale. At this point I guided Richard slowly down off the couch as I narrated to the guys that this was when Davie came around to help me blow Blair. I took the spliff from Pedro as I told them the two lads had passed me down a spliff at this stage (and if keeping artistic integrity meant I hopped the line of lads waiting for a toke, then so be it!) Getting Richard to help me suck Mac was a great idea cause there was an awful lot more of Mac than there was of Blair, and I wasn’t looking forward to breaking my jaw on it alone. We lapped at his heavy monster – he was close to Pedro’s length, but he also had a lot more girth. A huge amount more! With that monster, I could understand him not being fully erect – I jokingly thought he could die of blood loss if it ever happened (he didn’t as it turned out later). Richard and I were passionately kissing over, around and sometimes without Mac’s cock. I was really getting into telling the guys what to do and so had whispered to each of them their next roles as I unbuttoned Richard’s shirt. Richard had shucked off the rest of his clothes and was squatting on the balls of his feet beside me, erect dick sticking out a perfect 90 degree angle.. I turned to go down on his leaking cock again when I felt Mac’s hand on my head. He recited Blair’s accusations like I told him to, and force-fucked my head down on Richard’s cock. As he talked about fucking me and “Davie” needing to prepare me, Richard’s turned me around and bent to start to rim me. At this point I looked up at the couch see the lads were moving to sit side by side with a clear view of my ass. Harry took Finn’s and Pedro’s cocks in his hand and started pumping them. And then I felt it. I knew who the Mr. Miyagi of rimming was. Richard – you glorious bastard you! Words fail me here guys. I'll always, years later, wish I had kept Richard's number. We stayed in contact for a year or so after this and met up a few times, but then cause of relationships and jobs we drifted apart. I really wish I could have gotten my later boyfriends to have a threesome with Richard just to know his fucking secret. The man should teach classes. I groaned something incomprehensible and Pedro looked me in the eyes and we had that instant flash of communication. He knew I knew. I knew he knew I knew. He knew... you get it. I burbled and said "fuck it the rest of the story was..." I trailed off as Richard, unassuming Richard, restarted a fresh assault on my asshole. I tried again "...I mean, the rest can wait..." I descended into a babbling mess again. Richard was forcefully shoving my asscheeks open and was doing something - I fucking don't know what - but something to my sphincter with the side of his tongue. The thing about his rimmming style was it wasn't about quantity or force, he was all about subtlety and knowing the perfect pleasure buttons to press and showing me new ways to take in sensations from my ass. I arched my back and looked up at Harry. He was sucking on Finn's cock while Pedro was pushing his fingers in to circle his hole. He gave me a quizzical look as he raised a leg to give Pedro better access - he later said he was at first a bit baffled at my change in tone, but then I seemingly (I don't remember this part) just said "Mister Miyagi", "Mist-er, fuck-ing, Mi-ya-gi!" and then made an oooooh sound and descended back into gibberish. Richard - if you ever read this - come find me dude. After an indefinite period of pure rimming pleasure, I noticed that as I thrashed around in response to Richard I loved every muscle movement I was making. I started to feel even more energetic, I closed my eyes and squinted, and each time I squinted it seemed like I was releasing little squirts of pleasure into my brain. The pleasure was building and building like going up a rollercoaster. The Blue Angels had me and I was coming up.

Right behind you Tiger, 8 months for me but I would have to say there have been days I would have done anything for a cigarette. Been under a lot of stress lately but am dealing with it, so far so good and hanging in there

I recently had my first bathouse experience here in Chicago. A man sucked me off in the sauna while another man licked the sweat from my pits. It was kinda dark in the sauna,hot and humid, and I lasted all of three minutes under those conditions before I fed the cocksucker my load.I wish I could have lasted longer because the feeling of being sucked while another guy was licking the sweat off my chest and out of my pits is one I wanted to last and last.....I think I need to return to that bathhouse very soon.

This article has mostly gone unnoticed but it seems to provide a plausible way in which PrEP may just not work for some people. http://www.aidsmap.com/Study-sheds-light-on-how-tenofovir-is-processed-in-different-body-tissues/page/2985533/ Some people genetic makeup make it difficult to metabolize Tenofovir properly in certain areas of the body. Article talks in particular about women and vaginal tissue, and how 8% of women tested had gene makeup that suggests inneficient Tenofovir processing leading to improper levels for protection. It's murky from the article what happens in rectal tissue and if there's a segment of subjects who also struggle to process Tenofovir properly in those areas. A bright point of this is that if if true, we could actually get tested before starting PrEP to know if it would be protective for a particular individual or not.

Today I met up with an Italian who I played with just one time in the past - in 2001! He had tried to get my hole since then but I was always chickening out because he is HUNG...like 9.5 inches and THICK. Well, today, I figured it was time to give in and let him get at me with that anus destroyer he calls a dick. I threw him a curve ball when I arrived because I pushed him down on the bed and fucked him in a few different positions. At one point, he said "I thought you were a bottom". I guess I was trying to avoid the inevitable. He lubed his monster cock up and entered me. I begged for patience and more lube. When he finally got in, he started hammering my hole. I begged him for mercy to which he replied, "We are not making love, we are FUCKING." I stood up - instead of getting nailed doggy - and found it was easier to take his monster slab of meat. He then said he was getting close and then flooded my ass with cum. He loves to felch so he sucked every drop of his cum out of my hole and said next time to come pre-loaded! What a pig!!!! I won't wait so long before I go back, but I will definitely use my big dildo so I am not such a whiny bitch when he starts to work on my hole next time.

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.

Yes, it can be done. As a bottom I've found that it works best after having my hole worked for some time to loosen it up. After that I can usually take all of the "junk" in my hole. I've noticed that it seems easiest for the top to shove his balls in my hole first and follow up with his cock. As a top it's just as hot to do...if you can find a bottom who can handle it, it's a great feeling to fuck a hole with all you have (especially if it is filled with a few loads already). It creates an amazing amount of hole suction. Try it, you'll like it.

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

None for me please.

'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....

We left the bar and went over to Warmoesstraat and entered another bar which had a totally different atmosphere: there were a lot more guys in leather gear, ranging from jackets, pants to harnesses, as well as a number of skinhead type guys. Stefan got us some beers and we stood checking out the men, or I should say they were checking-out us, as Artur and I as we were by far the youngest guys there. I was embarrassed by the big wet patch on my pants as it was all around the ass and crotch area. Will thought it was hot as it showed how much of a cum slut I had become. I saw several men looking at the patch, although looking back, maybe they were just checking out my ass. "Why not go down stairs and have some fun," Will suggested to Artur and me, adding "I'll join you later." He also told us to take-off our T shirts before we did so, volunteering to hold them. The basement was not so much as maze as the previous one. It had a smaller number of stalls, one of which contained a sling. There was a darkroom, or more like a darkened room, as it did hot have a door or curtain. It was packed full of men having sex. I could hear hard ass fucking in one of the stalls and yelling that I could not understand. Artur nudged me with his elbow and my eyes followed where he was looking: a skinhead was staring at us. And when I say he was staring, I'm not exaggerating. It wasn't the usual, casual glance guys generally use when checking-out another guy. No, the skinhead was fully and exclusively focused on us. Not surprisingly I felt somewhat uncomfortable and looked away, but not before noticing the skinhead was in his mid-20s, had a shaved head, was about 5' 10" tall, wore a Fred Perry shirt, tight patchy bleached jeans and boots that went half way up his calves. He had a metal ring in his septum, so a bit of the ring entered each nostril. In addition, metal studs were embedded in his forehead and some sort of ear rings on the lobes of his ears which held open large holes. Oh, and a large bulge down his left pants leg advertised his cock and balls. As you might expect, I couldn't help myself but look briefly back to see if he was still staring. He was and did so for the next five minutes or so. He had no expression of ….hi guys, I like you and want to fuck.... It felt a bit hostile. Suddenly he nodded to the stall, containing the sling, looked at us and went in to it. Although we couldn't speak each others language, it didn't take a genius to work out that we were both intimidated. We made no move to follow the skinhead. Maybe two minutes later he came to the stall doorway. Presumably, as we hadn't moved, the skinhead then rubbed his crotch and nodded his head backwards to indicate that we should join him. Artur surprised me as without a word he started walking towards the stall. When the skinhead saw this be backed further into the doorway. As the invite was for us both I followed Artur, not sure if I was doing so to ensure there were two of us in case of trouble or because of was intrigued. The second we had cleared the doorway, the skinhead locked the stall up. I admit I felt panicky as we were trapped. I was ready to yell for help at the top of my voice. He stood staring at us, he eyes moving from our faces slowly down to our feet. I didn't know what to do as I was afraid any movement or gesture might lead to trouble. The skinhead then said something in what sounded Dutch. As we didn't respond he then said in broken English to turn around so he could see us from behind. Not wanting to antagonise him, I did so and Artur followed my lead. (You might recall that Artur can only speak German so he didn't know what had been said.) After we did so, the skinhead told us to take our pants off. I noticed his bulge had changed to a boner down his jeans. I sensed we were not going to get a beating and it was sex the guy wanted. We both did as he asked and took our pants off. Both Artur and I were boned solid. After staring at us again, the skinhead indicated that Artur was to get into the sling. If the atmosphere had not been so tense it would have been comical watching Artur try to get in the sling. It was clear that like me, he had not been in one before. The skinhead helped by roughly putting Artur's feet into supports. He told me to go the the side and kiss Artur. A few seconds after my lips met Artur's, the skinhead leaned forward and suddenly spat onto our mouths. We were both shocked and when I tried to pull away the skinhead forced my head into Artur and made us kiss with the spit on our lips. Whilst he ground my face against Artur, the skinhead was speaking something I didn't understand. The skinhead then took of his shirt and pulled down his pants so they were stuck against the top of his boots. His body was lean and so very hard looking. He had a big red and black tattoo around his left nipple. The same design as the earlier guy from the other bar had on his crotch. He had a wide silver ring around his cock and balls. His cock was concrete solid about 7 inches long and average thickness. The head of his cock had a metal bar though it. I'd seen a PA before but never a bar! He told me to kneel and when I did so he pulled my head towards his cock and told me to lick it. I went to suck but he said “NO -lick it first, bitch”. I followed his instruction and licked the head. It was so odd felling the edge of the metal rod on my tongue. His cock head tasted of beer piss. He then pulled me further onto his cock and had me suck the entire length as he stared down watching me do it. A minute or so later, he pulled out my mouth and went over and had Artur lick and suck him. The skinhead told me to get to the other side and kiss his cock at the same time as Artur. I did so and could feel Artur's tongue as we both worked on the head and then the length of the cock. As we did so, Skinhead told us that we were “young bitches that he was going breed, a fuck we would never forget”. I couldn't help but bone when he said “breed” as I wanted his cock in me raw, although I was worried by taking the rodded cock head. He said “so you want then then, you dirty bitch”. He pulled back and told me to get on the sling. It was difficult but I ended up lying on top of Artur. It couldn't have been comfortable for him. Skinhead put my legs up on the sling supports and it meant my exposed ass hole was only inches above Artur's. He then bent down and looked at our asses. I felt a hand, then finger at my ass and he said “fuck bitch you have been bred already tonight, not the same for your friend, I am going to breed my seed into you both.” I then felt his face at my ass and then his tongue roughly licking my fuck hole. Fuck he was good and he had me groaning. I felt his lips completely surround my ass lips and he began sucking real hard. He pulled back and said to squeeze the seed out which he knew I'd have in me. He sucked again and I managed to give him some. He immediately went to Artur's ass and I guessed he was licking that seed into his fuck hole. I realised the skinhead was getting both our holes ready for his cock. After going from my ass to Artur's and back again for maybe 5 minutes the skinhead stood up. He told us to get ready for breeding. He said that as I was the wettest, I would be first. With that I felt his cock head at my ass hole. I was thinking fuck will that metal bar hurt? Although he clearly liked it rough, he was gentle as he slid his cock head into me. To be honest I couldn't feel the metal bar. Once the head was inside, he slid the entire length into me in one quick deep thrust. Had I not already been fucked so many times that night it would have hurt. He slammed his cock into me again and again. He pulled out and although I couldn't see it, I could tell by the noises Artur was making that the cock was at his ass. I knew when he entered Artur ass by the groan he made. It seemed the skinhead took longer before he slid completely into Artur. He thrusted into Artur's ass and by now the Skinhead was moaning. All of a sudden he spat in my face again. Skinhead then pulled out of Artur and said he was going to go from one ass to the other and back again so that we shared all the cum in my ass and each others ass juices. Fuck guys, not only was the breeding fuck awesome in itself but the mental knowledge that skinhead was deliberately mixing our juices and the seed from all the earlier guys was too much. I shot all over my stomach. Skinhead wiped my seed up with his hand, rubbed it all over his cock and rammed it into Artur and hammered it into his ass walls. I heard Artur shoot under me. Skinhead started thrusting real hard and fast and I could tell he was close. He yelled to Artur he began shooting into him. Real quick he pulled out of Artur and pushed into me and I could feel skinhead cock still shooting as I also took his seed. He held into me until he stopped shooting. For the next 5 minutes or so skinhead continued to go from one ass to another fucking us as he had stayed boned. Finally he slid out of us, pulled up his pants, picked up his shirt and said “thanks bitches - enjoy my seed” then left the stall, leaving the door open. I was still lying on top of Artur, our ass holes exposed! More later guys!

Part VII I just sat there in disbelief. Only a few short hours ago I had been totally straight, married with kids. Now, I had got overheated, drank way the hell too much booze, passed out and had taken, now, 36 loads of cum in my ass and only 1 that I had been completely aware of and asked for. I had just attended the gay pride parade and fest to support my gay friends from work. Then to top it off my new found 'friend' had told me what I had not known at all, that he and every one of the guys who had fucked me an dumped their loads in my ass had a biohazard tattoo because they were all HIV POZ. OMG Every time I think of that, my mind just goes in a whirl an I can't think straight and also, for some reason, my cock twitches and starts to get hard too. My new bud was kind of watching me close. He finally asked if I was ok or not? I barely heard him or understood either. I finally looked up and he was looking mighty close at me with a worried look on his face. He told me I looked like I had died and was just too stubborn to lay down or something. I told him that I had no idea what to do now. I sure as hell had not wanted to be fucked in the first place, although, the last time was pretty damn nice and felt amazing, and for damn sure if I had known they were POZ, no one would have touched me for sure. What the hell was I going to tell my wife and buddies now? My new bud sat down next to me then and put his arm around me and told me that it wasn't so bad as I thought. He then told me we could run to the hospital as I had just taken those loads and get something called PeP. He told me that it would be about a 30 supply of it and in most cases stopped infection completely if caught within a couple or three days. This perked me up a little. I asked if we could get going then. He told me he had a couple of things to attend to real fast and then he would run me right there if I wanted. I told him I sure did want and why wouldn't I? He smiled and told me that was kind of his first thoughts when he found out he had been fucked by a POZ guy the first time but then after thinking about it, he decided that hell, now he could fuck anyone an be fucked by anyone an not have to worry about it anymore. Now he went on his sex was about 5 times better than it had been. I told him that was fine for him, but he was gay and I was supposed to be straight. He laughed then and told me, well maybe, mostly straight before but probably not anymore. He thought I had enjoyed our last time way too much to be completely straight anymore and he was willing to bet that I would soon start to miss that nice full feeling in my ass. I had to admit my damn cock did want to stand up tall as we talked. Now what to do. He then went to take care of business and said he would be right back soon for us to go. When he left I had a lot of thinking to do. I tried to adjust my shorts that were rubbing the hell out of my damn hardon. Moving to a different position didn't help much though as all that did was make my ass twitch more. What was I becoming anyway, a cock needing cum dump, like those guys had said earlier? Damn, what a dilemma. Just then I heard someone call my name and looking up, here came my friend that had ridden there with me so many hours before. He came running up and asked where the hell have you been. He had been looking all over for me and knew I had to be around as my car was still there. I told him about twisting my ankle and getting a ride from these guys' float and then drinking and passing out here and just got up again a short time ago. I didn't tell him anything else though. Just then the guy who had grabbed my ass before and then took my ass cherry walked up. He had a shirt on now and asked who my hot friend was? I introduced them and they seemed to hit it off well. As it was evening now about everyone had a shirt on now so none of the tats were showing. I was kind of wondering how to tell my work bud, when the two of them, told me we will be right back and took off. Apparently my cherry taker was going to show him around the place. I didn't get time to tell him to be careful as they were all POZ. I sat around again for a few minutes and then decided to go find them. I got up an went out of the tarp enclosure and turned to my left, which is why I missed them coming back. They told me later they had seen me going around as they entered and figured I would be right back. I wondered around thinking they would be right here at one of the tables so didn't go very fast as I was looking around at the goings on all around. It probably took me a good 20 minutes before I got back around to the tarp opening. As I entered the middle I came to a complete stop with my mouth hanging open. I then rushed over to the sling. There was my work bud bound in it and getting fucked hard by my cherry picker. I ran up and leaned over him and asked what the hell he was doing. My friend said he was getting one hell of a great fuck and was loving it. I was mortified. I asked him if he had paid attention to the guy fucking him much? He asked what for. I told him, hey, you are both naked as hell now, didn't you notice anything about him. He told me they had started making out when they got in here and took their clothes off while kissing and then he had been lifted into the sling and the guy had lubed him and driven his cock deep in him in one thrust and he didn't pay any more attention after that just enjoying the great fuck. I turned and looked and I could see the biohazard tat right there plainly. I turned to my buddy and told him he better pay attention and look at the guy fucking him right above his cock. As I move and he started to lean up to look the cherry picker guy let out a loud moan and drove his cock as deep as he could and said I'm cumming. My buddies cock which had been bouncing around hard immediately blew his load too. He leaned forward and looked and for the first time saw the tat. His eyes bugged out and he yelled what the hell? He then jerked as his cock erupted with more cum yet. He fell back and stared and said OMG that was fantastic but why in the hell didn't you tell me you were POZ. The guy told us he figured I had already told him about us and it was ok. My buddy asked what about who is the us he was talking about and before I could say anything he pointed to me. My buddy turned and looked at me funny and wanted to know what we were talking about. The ass grabber had pulled out then and told us he thought we had some things to talk about and took off. My buddy looked at me but before he could say anymore a new guy had stepped up and rammed his cock in him and started to pound away taking my buddies breath away. He was trying to tell the guy to stop but could only moan and then looked and moaned more when he saw this guy had a tat also. I just stepped back as my buddies eyes almost rolled up in his head and he was starting to stroke his cock as he groaned deeply.

For bareback action, GI Joe is the best. Men there are pigs and just want to fuck, several public slings that attract action. If you go after 11pm, there can be a lot of people, but even before that, I would not hesitate. I've heard that oasis is less twink and vanilla than it used to be.

Final part As I sat on the plane I thought over what I had done in Ibiza. The tall lad who had fucked both me and Joe bareback at the cruising ground was sitting further down the plane with his mates and I wondered how many other lads had bent over for him and let him come up their arses that week. I looked at Joe, sitting across the aisle from me and wondered if he made a habit of dropping his pants and being fucked bareback by random lads when out cruising. It seemed that bareback sex was everywhere. I knew I was taking more and more risks but I also knew that was a major part of the turn on. I decided to be more careful. The following summer a group of us went down to Brighton for the Pride Festival. We went on the march and for a while a group of young lads who looked in their early twenties were marching in front of us. I noticed one particularly, a small ginger lad in a white t shirt and low slung jeans showing the top of his pants - white Calvin Klein with a red waste band. He was just my type and I couldn't help imagining myself giving him a good seeing to. Later on at the festival I wandered off on my own. I had already established that there was quite a lot of cruising going on in the bushes in the park. It was mostly wanking and sucking but when I went back later it was dusk and there was more going on. The centre of attraction was a dark haired guy who was bent over being fucked. He was surrounded by a crowd of wanking guys and as I watched the guy fucking him came and pulled out. He pulled off a condom and another guy took his place. I could see he too was wearing a condom and I lost interest in watching. Then I noticed the ginger lad from earlier, standing a little bit back from the crowd. I saw that his jeans and pants were down at his knees and he was being wanked by a skinhead lad standing behind him. I moved a bit closer and I realised that the skinhead was gently thrusting against ginger lad's arse. I moved closer still and saw that the skinhead was fucking him from behind. The skinhead noticed me watching and winked at me. The lad being fucked had not seen me and no one else was paying any attention. The skinhead was fucking more obviously now and as I watched he pulled his cock almost completely out of ginger lad's arse and let me see that he wasn't wearing a condom. He grinned at me and then humped ginger lad a few more times and grunted and I knew I was watching him blow a load up ginger lad's arse. The next weekend one of my friends from Germany was over in London for a few days on business. We met up for lunch on the Saturday and he asked me if I wanted to come cruising with him that afternoon. He wanted to go to "Pants" - an underwear session at Central Station. I didn't really feel confident enough to parade around in my underpants, especially with Ollie who was tall, slim, good looking and about 15 years younger than me but I was horny and thought it might be fun. It was fun and also quite horny - there was a mix of guys there, mostly older but a few young fit lads who were up for it. There was quite a bit of fucking going on, some with condoms and some, I was pleased to see, without. A little later, a blond lad who looked in his early twenties came in and he seemed happy to bend over and be fucked bareback by anyone who wanted to do him. I think he was fucked by just about everyone in the place and I was really turned on to see Ollie take his turn and push his bare cock up the blond lad, fuck him and add his load to the others. I had been cruising with Ollie before and, as far as I knew, he had always played safe. I fucked the blond lad a little later and enjoyed every minute of fucking him bareback and coming up his arse - especially as I knew that one of the loads he had up him already was Ollie's. The crowd was thinning out now and I went in search of Ollie. I found him in the toilet, bent over with his pants down being fucked by one of the other younger lads. It looked like the guy fucking Ollie was close to coming and I stayed just long enough to see him grunting and coming up Ollie's arse before pulling his bare cock out. Like I said, it seemed that bareback sex was everywhere. I wanted some... A few weeks later my partner was away on business. The first night he was gone I was on Hampstead Heath and that night I took three loads up my arse and one in my mouth and ended up shooting my load up the arse of a young black lad. A few days later I was driving back to London on the M4 and I stopped off at Maidenhead Thicket, which was a very active cruising ground at that time. I ended up in a threesome with a tall blond lad and a dark haired guy in a postman's uniform. At one point the blond guy was bent over sucking the dark haired guy and I had my tongue up his arse. I stood up and started rubbing my cock over his arsehole but he pulled away and it was clear he didn't want to be fucked. I decided I would have to settle for blowing my load in his mouth but to my surprise the dark haired guy bent over and offered his hairy arse. No one mentioned condoms and moments later I was up him as he sucked off the blond guy. I fucked him bareback, his pants and trousers at his knees and his light blue shirt pushed up over his back. The blond guy urged me on, telling me to fuck him and to come up his arse. I was close now and as I began to come up the young postman, the blond guy unloaded in his mouth. In the autumn I got fucked at the company's summer party by a guy at work who was working with us on a temporary contract. He had been flirting with me for a while and late in the evening he suggested that we go for a walk in the woods nearby. As soon as we were deep enough in the woods not to be seen my pants were down and he was sucking my cock. He sucked well and just as I was getting close to coming he turned me round and bent me over. His tongue was up me and I was more turned on than I had been for a long time. After he had rimmed me for a while he stood up and began to rub his cock over my wet hole. I felt him push and the head of his cock went into my hole. "We should use a condom" I said. He laughed "I know we should". He pushed his cock further up me and added "but its much more fun this way". I had no intention of resisting and I bent forward as he began to fuck me. He fucked me hard and fast and before long he was shooting his load right up me. Over the next few months he fucked me regularly - sometimes in the park across the road from work and sometimes when we were working late in the office. I lost count of the times I went home to my partner with a big load up my arse. One time he fucked me in the toilets of a restaurant when we were all out for lunch for someone's birthday and made me suck his cock clean afterwards. That afternoon as I sat in a meeting of the senior management team looking serious and professional, I could feel some spunk sliding out my hole into my underpants. After he finished his contract and left I was bored. I got fucked bareback a few times on Hampstead Heath and took a couple of loads up me in a club in Manchester, but I didn't really know what I wanted now. On the (increasingly rare) occasions I had sex with my partner we were still using condoms so I wasn't putting him at risk but I knew the relationship was coming to an end. I was not surprised the following spring when he told me he wanted to leave. A few weeks later I was in Hamburg for a wedding. I didn't have much free time as there was a lot planned but it did me good to be on my own. On the Friday night I couldn't sleep and I got up and decided to go for a walk - something that always helps when I am stressed or have things on my mind. It was about 4am when I set out and I walked for miles. By about 6am I was close to the Stadtpark, a notorious cruising ground. I had been there quite a few times but never at this time in the morning. It was just beginning to get light as I walked in - just a little early for the joggers and the dog walkers. It was a beautiful Hamburg spring morning - sunny but cold and a little misty. I was enjoying the peace and quiet when I heard the sounds of a jogger coming up behind me. He passed me and I saw he was a fit blond lad - very German looking, with a very fit, beefy arse. I was feeling horny and decided to try my luck so I made my way to the cruisiest area of the park. I didn't meet anyone for a while and then I met a guy who was obviously cruising. He wasn't really my type but I was horny and, although generally more of a top than a bottom, I really wanted to be fucked. We cruised each other and ended up in the bushes. I sucked him for a while and then asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He did want to fuck me and asked if I wanted him to use a condom and I shook my head. I pulled down my pants and trousers and bent over. He pushed up me and began to fuck. After a while I heard the sound of rustling and I knew that someone else had joined us. I turned my head and, to my surprise, saw the jogger from earlier on. He came round in front of me and I reached out for his cock. He pulled his jogging bottoms and pants down to his knees and pushed his cock into my mouth. He said something to the guy who was fucking me. I didn't understand what he said or what the guy said in reply but they both laughed. I was really turned on now, I had a cock in my mouth and one up my arse and the fact that they were using me to get off made it even hornier. The guy fucking me took hold of my hips and began to fuck harder and I knew he was getting close to coming. Just then I sensed someone was watching. I looked up and a little way away I saw that a young lad, no more than eighteen or nineteen, was watching us. Just then the guy fucking me pushed me forward on to the jogger's cock and began to shoot his load up me. When he finished coming he pulled out and disappeared. The jogger took his place and pushed his cock up me. I could now look up and I saw the young lad had moved closer. He was dark haired, wearing a black hoodie, low slung jeans and red Nike trainers. I motioned to him to come and join us but he shook his head. The jogger was fucking me hard now and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. His breathing was getting faster and suddenly he groaned loudly and thrust hard up my arse and I knew I was getting another load up my unprotected arse. The jogger pulled out and was gone within seconds. The young lad didn't move. I had to see what would happen so I turned round and leant forward against a tree, so that my arse was facing the young lad. Nothing happened and just as I was thinking he must have gone I heard him move towards me. I didn't look round and then I felt a hand on my arse and a tentative finger found my spunky hole. Nothing happened for a minute and then I heard him drop his trousers and pants and suddenly he was standing behind me and I felt his cock against my arse. He was fumbling a bit so I pulled my cheeks apart with one hand and pulled his cock towards me with the other. Within seconds he was up me. I was surprised at how big his cock was - it was actually the biggest of the three. He began to fuck me, breathing heavily and after about ten or twelve thrusts he began to come. It was just as well there was no one around because he wasn't quiet as he shot his load up me. He pulled out and when I turned round he was pulling up his pants. Without a word he was gone. As I walked out of the park and made my way back to my hotel to get ready for the wedding, I felt much better. I had enjoyed every minute of being used by three guys - being fucked bareback and taking three loads up my arse - including one from a very straight looking jogger and one from a young lad. As I walked back through the city I knew I would be able to deal with whatever I had to. The split with my partner was difficult but after a while I got the confidence to go cruising again and began to enjoy myself. I played safe for a while, not yet ready to give in to my real desires. I knew the time would come though and one afternoon I was in a sauna in Birmingham. I came upon a fit young lad being fucked bareback and when the guy fucking him shot his load up him and pulled out, he turned round and offered his arse to me. I didn't hesitate. I fucked him bareback and ended up shooting one of the biggest loads of my life right up him. There would be no turning back now - I knew that.

No thanks. I don't want to see straight porn. Maybe some of the guys are hot but I don't want to see women when I am watching porn.

Fucking hot! I can just imagine his stadning there with his hard cock in his speedos and ass clinched tight, conflicted about what he wants all the while yearning for that cock inside him, filling his hunger deep with their raw cocks! Can't wait for more.

Me on my stomach, him on top with one of his arms around my neck and the other holding a bottle of poppers up to my nose as he bites on my neck :)

Still Neg.

Part 3 As I walked down the hill with the black guy's load up my arse, I knew, at some level, I should be worried, but I wasn't. Instead I felt incredibly turned on, even satisfied with myself. In fact, all the way home on the train I had a hard on that just would not go down. As soon as I got in to my flat I dropped my pants and began to wank, fingering my spunky hole and remembering how good it had felt, bending over the toilet and being fucked, pretending I didn't want him to come up my unprotected arse but hoping that he would.... I began to take more chances - I was cruising in bars and in the open air and, although I was still practicing safe sex, I was leaving it to chance a lot - if the other guy mentioned condoms I was happy to use them, if he didn't I wasn't that bothered. I was still more wary of being fucked without a condom than I was of fucking and my next few bare experiences were as a top. I fucked a couple of lads I met in bars and then one night I fucked a fit young blond lad on Hampstead Heath and shot my load up his slim, tight arse. When I pulled out he stood up and we kissed for a while. Then he indicated that he wanted me to fuck me. I hesitated, but only for a moment. I pulled my pants down, bent over and let him lube me up. Seconds later I was being fucked bareback and a little while after that he was groaning and I was taking a load of cum deep in my arse. One night a few weeks later I was in Glasgow visiting family and late on Friday night I went out cruising in Kelvingrove park, one of my old haunts as a student. It was quite quiet but after a while I came across a group scene. A lad of about eighteen or nineteen, who I assumed was a student, was bent over sucking one guy while being fucked form behind by another. I joined the group of guys around him and pulled-out my cock and stroked myself. After a while the guy fucking the student shot his load and pulled out, removing the condom from his cock. When he left things got much more interesting. There were three of us now - an older guy, a tall mid twenties guy and me. The mid twenties guy stepped up and pushed his bare cock up the student, who didn't even look round. I was really turned on now as I watched them fuck without a condom but the older guy made a comment about "not wanting to catch AIDS" and walked off in disgust. None of us paid any attention and soon we were joined by another guy who joined us in taking turns bare fucking the student until all three of shot our loads up his arse. I knew my behaviour was becoming more risky and over the next few months I took a few more loads up me - a couple on Hampstead Heath, one in the dark room at the Central Station and one from a lad I used to work with one night when his boyfriend was away. It was then that I met the guy who was to become my partner for the next ten years. When we met we talked about safe sex and I said I always played safe but admitted my record was not 100%. He was the same and so we agreed we would continue to use condoms and get tested. We both tested negative but continued to use condoms throughout our relationship - somehow it just seemed natural. So began one of the safest of all my safe sex periods which lasted for about eight years. I was glad we did keep using condoms with each other because it meant that I wasn't putting him at risk when I later started cheating..... I occasionally had sex with other guys from time to time during my relationship, but I always played safe. During the last couple of years of the relationship we started drifting apart. We were both working hard and his work took him away for a few days at a time. When he was away I began to do some exploring - going cruising on Hampstead Heath and visiting a few clubs. It was now 2005 I was surprised to see how much barebacking was going on. I continued to play safe but was becoming increasingly tempted by all the bare sex going on around me. In the spring I started having sex with a guy on my team at work when we used to work late. Dan was a high flyer, having attended one of the top universities and was clearly on his way up. He was in his mid twenties, blond, fit and lived with his girlfriend in an upmarket part of London. I was quite surprised when he told me he was bi and indicated that he liked getting his cock sucked. Of course I took him up on his invitation. The first few times we played around, he just pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees and I sucked him off until he came in my mouth. Then one night he asked if I would lick his arse and a few weeks later he asked me to fuck him. We fucked a few times, always with a condom. One evening he was bent over the desk, his pants and trousers down at his knees and I was fucking him from behind. I was desperately horny as I hadn't come for at least a week. Dan's hole was tight as always and I was close to coming. I began to fuck him faster and before long I was shooting what felt like a massive load up him. When I pulled out I realised that the condom had split - it was completely wrecked. Dan hadn't noticed and I decided not to say anything. I wrapped what was left of the condom in a tissue and got rid of it. I never said what had happened and he never referred to it. We only fucked a few times after that and then he got a job with another company and left. But the knowledge that I had shot a massive load right up Daniel's arse really turned me on and I began to fantasise that he had asked me to fuck him without a condom and I imagined him pulling his cheeks apart as I fucked him and begging me to fuck him bareback and shoot my load up him and send him back to his girlfriend with a big load of cum in his arse..... In June that year me and my partner went to Ibiza for a week with some friends. By now I was feeling bored and restless. I was tired of always doing the right thing and ready to rebel. We spent most afternoons on the gay beach at Es Cavalllet and Joe, one of my partner's friends, who was single, would frequently wander about in the late afternoon. I knew from what he said that he was going cruising in the dunes behind the beach. One day when he was gone I said to my partner that I was going for a walk along the beach. He barely looked up and I headed off along the beach, doubling back when out of sight and made my way to the cruising ground. I knew I would have to be careful not to be spotted by Joe but I was horny and I wanted some action. It was quite busy and soon I was in the bushes sucking off a German lad. He came in my mouth and I swallowed his load. A little later I was walking towards a little clearing when I saw three guys coming towards me and I realised that one of them was Joe. I ducked out of sight and waited for them to pass but they didn't. I moved forward cautiously and looked through the bushes into the clearing. The two guys had their shorts and pants down and Joe was down on his knees sucking first one cock and then the other. I was really turned on as I watched Joe sucking cock. I had always thought he was an attractive guy - small and stocky which is a look I always go for. I could see Joe was wanking as he sucked the two lads off and after a while he stood up. One of the other guys got down and I had a good view now of Joe's arse as he pulled his shorts down to let the guy suck him. They continued sucking each other for a while and then they all stood up and the taller of the two guys pulled something out his pocket and handed it to Joe. I could see that it was a sachet of lube and as I watched, Joe took it and rubbed some on his arse. He then bent over against a tree and the tall guy stood behind him and I watched as they began to fuck. Joe's pants and shorts were at his ankles as the guy fucked him and I was almost certain he wasn't wearing a condom. After a while he pulled out and the other guy took his place. I was really turned on as I watched them bareback Joe and wanked myself as they took turns fucking Joe until each of the two guys blew his load in Joe's arse. I was back at the beach by the time Joe returned and the fact that I knew he had two loads up his arse really turned me on. That night we all went clubbing at the Anfora, which was very popular at that time. It was easy for me to wander off from time to time and whilst my partner and the others were on the dance floor I made my way to the dark room. It was still quite early but it was quite busy in there. After a while I noticed a tall lad standing on the fringes watching the action. I had seen him drinking at the bar earlier on and I recognised him as one of a party of young lads from Manchester that I had seen around the town during the week. He was swaying a little bit and I realised he had probably had quite a few drinks. As I watched, he was joined by three other guys and soon his trousers and pants were down and he was bent over sucking on one guy as the other two played with his arse. Soon one of them was behind him fucking him up the arse. After a while he pulled out and the other guy took over - even from where I was standing I could tell they were barebacking him and I could see that he didn't care. By now I'd had enough of watching - I wanted some raw action for myself. I moved closer and watched as they took turns fucking him and soon I had joined them and he was sucking my cock as the third guy took his turn up his arse I knew at least one of the guys had come and then the second pulled out and disappeared. I watched the third guy fuck him and come and then it was my turn. I could feel the cum running down the lad's legs as I pushed my cock up his arse and began to fuck. He was sucking on someone else now and I fucked him hard until I shot a massive load right up him. I thought I had better get back before I was missed and left the dark room, noticing as I did that the Manchester lad was now being fucked by yet another guy. No one had noticed my absence and later on I returned to the dark room. It was packed by now and before long I was bent over sucking a cock. I felt hands round my waist and then my trousers were unbuttoned and pulled down together with my pants. I could have resisted but I didn't and before long I felt a cock pushing at my arse. I reached round and felt the cock that was about to enter me. It was lubed but there was no condom. I bent forward and felt the cock push right up me. I stayed bent over and was fucked bareback by three guys, one after the other. I enjoyed every minute of it , the loud music, the smell of aftershave and the sex going on all around me and by the time I re joined the others I had taken two loads up my arse and two in my mouth. The next day I went cruising in the dunes at the beach and I ran in to the taller of the two lads who had fucked Joe the day before. I cruised him and he followed me into the bushes. Soon I was sucking his cock and after a while I offered him my arse. He nodded and I lubed my self up and bent over - no mention of a condom - and before long I was taking another load up my arse. A few days later I was on the plane home, even as I knew I had crossed an important line. Final part to follow

Part 2 I was feeling very horny when I went into the toilets at Marble Arch that day and I was also feeling bored and restless. In those days the big underground toilet at Marble Arch had a lot of urinals at one end and a row of cubicles along the back wall at the other end with another row of cubicles up each side. This created pockets that were hidden from general view and at that time there was a lot of activity in the cubicles. Guys would often stand up on the toilets to watch the action going on in the neighbouring cubicles. I started off at the urinals where there was a lot of wanking going on. I joined in and soon I was standing between a young black guy and a mid thirties Italian looking dark haired guy in track suit bottoms who was wanking a huge cock. The young black guy started breathing heavily and then started shooting his spunk into the urinal. Then the dark haired guy stuffed his cock back into his pants and disappeared up the back of the toilets towards the cubicles. I had a look round and there was no one who really interested me at the urinals apart from a young lad in a cap but he was busy being wanked off by an older guy. I decided to go after the Italian looking guy and made my way down towards the cubicles. I got there just in time to see him disappearing into one. I had a fleeting view of someone else entering the cubicle just in front of him. All the other doors were shut so I waited and after a short time a door opened and a guy came out of one of the cubicles next to the one the Italian guy had gone into. I went in and soon I was up on the toilet looking over into the next cubicle. The Italian guy was there and with him was a fit ginger lad in a smart white shirt and dark trousers who looked to be in his mid twenties. I love ginger lads and I was really turned on as I watched. The ginger lad was sitting on the toilet sucking the cock of the dark haired guy who had his trackies and pants down at this knees. I was wanking now as I watched them but the scene was about to get much hornier as the ginger lad stood up, handed something to the dark haired guy and turned round and bent over the toilet. I assumed it was a condom he had handed the guy but it was actually a small sachet of lube and I watched as he rubbed some on ginger lad's arse and some on his cock. He then stood behind the ginger lad and pushed his cock right up his arse without a condom.. I was shocked but very turned on and I had a perfect view from above of the dark haired guy's thick cock moving in and out ginger lad's arsehole. I watched and wanked as he fucked ginger lad and suddenly I realised ginger lad had seen me. He grinned up at me and I grinned back., Dark haired guy was getting close now and soon he threw his head back, thrusting his cock hard up ginger lad's arse and obviously blowing a load right up him.. I watched as dark haired guy pulled his cock out ginger lad's arse, stuffed it back in his pants and left the cubicle. Ginger lad looked up at me and grinned again. He motioned to me to join him and I didn't hesitate. I knew even at that point what I was going to do. I went in and ginger lad was sitting on the toilet again. I got my cock out and he took it into his mouth and began to suck me. I was already close to coming so after a short time I pulled my cock out his mouth. Without a word he got up, turned around, pulled his smart black trousers and white Calvin Klein pants down and bent over. I didn't hesitate. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. I slid right up him and began to fuck. I knew I wouldn't last long and I didn't - after about ten to twelve thrusts I shot a massive load right up his unprotected arse. The last time I had bareback sex it was a lapse. This time it was deliberate and I enjoyed every minute of it. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I fucked bare again and a few weeks later I fucked a guy I met in a bar without a condom. I didn't fuck bare for a while after that and then I one afternoon I was in the cruisy toilets at Hilton Park motorway service station and I fucked a smartly dressed mid twenties black guy in a cubicle. I had noticed the wedding ring when I was sucking him and somehow this made it even more exciting when I blew a big load right up his tight arse. A few weeks later one of my friends from Scotland came down for a weekend. Alan and I were the same age, and he had been together with his partner for some years. I knew he sometimes strayed when he was away from home and we had been out cruising together. I had never seen him in action but I knew he was always very careful about safe sex. On the Saturday night we were drinking in a gay bar in West London and we got chatting to a young twinky boy with dyed blond hair. It was clear that Alan was into him and the attraction seemed to be mutual. I went to the toilet and when I came back the blond boy went to the bar. To my surprise Alan asked me if I was up for a threesome. I wasn't sure but Alan assured me the lad was up for doing it with both of us and the idea began to turn me on more and more. A short time later the three of us arrived back at my flat. I went to the toilet and when I came back Alan's pants were down and the young lad was down sucking his cock. I was impressed by the size of Alan's cock and how big and thick it was. I joined in and soon I was being sucked by the blond lad. Alan sat down and spread his legs and the blond lad went down on him. I was really turned on by the whole situation and Alan motioned to me to come towards him and I did. He pulled my cock towards his mouth and began to suck me off. We moved to the bedroom and I started sucking Alan's cock as the blond lad rimmed my arse. A bit later I was being sucked by the blond lad and Alan was rimming his arse. Alan said he wanted to fuck and I indicated the condoms and the lube I had left by the side of the bed. Alan picked up the lube and a condom. A few moments later I felt the blond lad pushed forward onto my cock as Alan pushed his cock up him and began to fuck. I then noticed the condoms at the side of the bed - there had been three of them before and there were still three. Alan hadn't used the condom. I got up and went round to the bottom of the bed. I looked at Alan's cock thrusting up the blond lad's arse. "Are you wearing a condom?" I asked. Alan looked at me and shook his head. I was shocked - I had never thought Alan would do something like that but I didn't have much time to think because after a while Alan pulled out blond boy's arse and indicated that I should take over. I reached for a condom and Alan stopped me. He looked at me and pulled my bare cock towards blond boy's arse. Blond boy didn't seem to care as Alan and I took turns fucking him bare and I don't think I have ever been so turned on as I was when I watched Alan groan and shoot his load up blond boy's arse. I took over and the knowledge that I was about to add my load to Alan's drove me over the edge and I gave blond boy another load to add to the one he already had up there. The next day I told Alan how turned on I had been by the whole experience. Alan replied explaining he normally played safe but now and then he got bored of condoms. I said I was the same and we began to talk about sex. We both got horny and ended up back in bed together. Alan asked me if I wanted to fuck him and said I could do it without a condom if I wanted. I had known Alan for ten years and would never have guessed he was such a dirty fucker. I slid my cock up his tight arse and fucked him. We fucked three more times before he went home and each time I blew a load up his arse. About ten minutes before it was time to drive him to the station he said he was horny again and he dropped his pants and took another load up his arse before getting on the train to go back to his boyfriend. I was getting careless, but I told myself that I might fuck without a condom now and then but would not let myself be fucked. At that time I had a job which took me out and about in north London and one evening, about 6.30 PM, I went into a public toilet at the top of Stamford Hill. A tall young black guy was wanking a big cock at the urinals and we ended up in a cubicle together. I was sucking his cock and he was reaching down the back of my pants to finger my hole. He wet his finger and pushed it up my hole. He said he wanted to fuck me and I asked if he had a condom. He didn't, and neither did I. He tried to talk me into doing it without a condom but I wouldn't. The black guy pressed me, promising he wouldn't come in my arse. Desperately horny, and admittedly tired of always doing the right thing, I agreed that he could fuck me as long as he didn't come inside me. I dropped my pants, lubed myself up, and bent over. The guy pushed his cock up me and began to fuck. I was so turned on at being fucked, even more so that I was being fucked bareback in a public toilet in a busy area of London. I knew even then that he was going to come up me and I was going to get a load of cum in my arse for the first time in almost ten years but I also knew that I wasn't going to stop him. He was getting faster now and I could tell he was getting close. I groaned "Don't come up me." "I won't, mate, I promise," he gasped, breathing excitedly. Just then he bent over me and put his arms round me. He pulled me tight against him, humped me hard three of four times and shot his load right up me. He was out of the cubicle in seconds, leaving me bent over the toilet with my pants down and a big load of cum up my arse. My cock was harder than it had ever been as I pushed the door shut and wanked myself off, needing only three or four strokes before I shot a massive load of cum all down the wall of the cubicle. As I walked down the hill I knew I should feel worried but I didn't. I knew it would not be too long before I did it again..... Part 3 to follow

I'm 19 years clean and sober, but find these stories to be so incredibly hot I can't believe it. I went to treatment before i figured out I was gay and had a chance to ride my first raw cock. Still neg last check, but my first raw cock was from a charged stud and as far as I'm concerned poz guys always go to the front of the line. I have to wonder what will happen if I get a chance with guys like the ones in these stories and so badly want to find out!

Wow hot story sounds like my kind of night drugged the. Used mmmm

Let's just hope you die off AIDS

Just hooked up with this guy I met on craigslist. I went over to his place and buzzed me up. As soon as I got in his bedroom is stripped down to nothing (which was easy because I was freeballing in a tshirt and flip flops. He strippes and I get on my knees and suck his cock. It wasn't big but it was nice, a bit more then 6in and he had big low hanging balls. While I was sucking him he was lubing up my hole and after a few min he turned me around and bent me over on my hands a knees. Came up behind my and slid the head in my ass. I asked him to stop (even though he wasnt that big) for a moment because I hadn't been fucked in awhile. Then he slowly started to ease it in, once he was balls deep I told him to fuck my as hard. He lasted about five min and told me he was cumming in my ass. After he stopped he pulled out and I sucked him back to full hardness for round two. After about ten min he blew his second load into my ass. Then we hoped in the shower to clean off and I sucked another load out of him while in the shower. It was hot night.

fucking super hot!

All cock is good cock

have known some hard core nasty fucking "TOPS" in my day with small COCKS but big fucking attitudes

When I top I don't care what size cock the bottom has. I really like it when he stays soft and it just flops around as I fuck him.

I got into doing this a few years ago but my method is to put a plastic drinking cup in the urinal (usually in bars). I'll hang around outside and see who goes in, follow em in shortly after hoping he is pissing into my plastic cup, then I wait until the coast is clear and drink the lot down while its still warm. I started doing this at first when I was in college, the end cubicle was next to a row of urinals and had a spy hole in side partition so I could see what the guy was like and also see his cock. Have drunk gallons like that.

Damn good story so far ..... now need to deal with my fucking hardon .... damn

me too!!! I love going into public restrooms that stink of piss