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Chapter IV. George slid his body up and down mine. His cock was wet from precum and his spit, and the cum freshly leaking from my boy’s ass, now smeared all over my crack. I shuddered as I felt the head of George’s cock start to enter me. He hissed into my ear as he started to fuck me, “Brad bred me, just like he’s bred most of the guys here tonight. He POZZED most of them…” I groaned knowing that I was taking a raw POZ cock inside of me for the first time, and that he wouldn’t pull out until he had cum. I groaned as I felt more and more full of his cock sink into my guts. I reached out to grab my boy’s hand only to find a tangle of bodies. Somewhere under those writhing muscular forms, my boy was no doubt taking cock. George pulled out of me and laid me down sideways on the sofa, bending me in half so he could really drive into me. A few guys were jerking off, encouraging me to ‘take that toxic load!’ ‘Get yourself ready for Brad’s cock!’ George’s pace and intensity picked up as his balls slammed against me, and sweat poured off of him. He rammed against my hole and must have been cumming in me. All I could sense was that any burning or pain was somehow made wetter and cooler. George pulled out quickly and disappeared into the crowd and by then, no one seemed to be paying attention to me any more; they were all focused on the tangle of bodies around my boy. From the crowd’s cheers, I guessed that Brad must have been fucking him. I couldn’t help but finger my own cummy hole as I knew that my boy was taking another POZ cock. ‘Bring him to me,’ Brad’s voice boomed as someone hoisted me up and led me to the action. Brad was sitting on the sofa, fucking my boy facing him, bouncing up and down on his cock, Brad’s muscular arms holding him tight. ‘Fuck him with me!’ I was ordered to participate in my boy’s ongoing cumdump initiation. I lined up my cock as Brad kept hammering away. Even though I was totally hard, my ass leaking POZ seed, it took a few tries to get my cock inside my boy’s ass, stretched wider than I had ever seen it. My boy was moaning and whimpering, flailing like a ragdoll as we used his hole. It was amazing seeing seed pour out of his hole, stretched tight against my cock, sliding next to Brad’s thick tool. I was so overwhelmed that I came almost immediately, adding my load to the now-countless loads steaming out of my boy. The guys around cheering everything on. As I pulled out, feeling my cummy dick against Brad’s huge alpha cock, it was all too much. I needed some air. I pulled out all the way of my boy as another well-muscled top edged his way to the front of the group and slid his raw cock into my boy. I felt like slinking out of the house and just disappearing. To be continued…

Chapter III. The music picked up and the few guys standing around wearing clothes started to disrobe, jerking off to the live sex show unfolding before them. Brad was still dressed, and knelt down to my boy’s ass. He spread my boy’s cheeks and sunk in two fingers. My boy’s hole opened up to accept those fingers. Seed started to burble up onto Brad’s fingers. He held them up to my mouth and I sucked them clean. My boy moaned and started fingering his own asshole. “You ever seen this much cum leaking out of his hole before?” I shook my head. “I bet all the tops’ cocks are going to be filthy cummy messes when they pull out of him. How does that make you feel?” “Hot as fuck…” I gasped out seeing stranger’s cum, at least some of it POZ, trailing down my boy’s thighs. Brad stood up and summoned two guys to come forward. I recognized one of them as they bartender who had made our drinks earlier. I thought I was seeing double and then realized that they were twins. They held hands as they walked forward. One of them grabbed my boy’s hips and pulled his black boxer briefs down as a huge dick plopped out. The other guy approached my boy’s mouth and gagged him with his cock. Choking on one dick, the twin’s brother entered my boy and started jackhammering his pussy. I could see white frothy cum being forced out of my boy’s ass and around the base of his dick. He didn’t last long and pulled out, blowing his load on my boy’s ass, then working his seed in as deeply as it would go with some hardcore thrusts.. His brother flipped my boy over and sunk his bare dick into the hole that his twin had just bred. The first twin smacked his cummy dick across my face and nodded to Brad, who had lost his shirt by this time, revealing a tattoo peeking out of his pants on his hip. I shuddered to think it might be a biohazard symbol. Brad guided that cummy dick into my mouth for me to clean off. I wrapped my hands around to his ass and was surprised to find it leaking cum too; I had figured that this alpha stud would have been a top. I sucked my finger clean of some stranger’s cum and the guy leaned down. “My brother and I share everything, even Brad’s dirty cum!” He kissed me and then pushed away and disappeared as I took in the suggestion that Brad was POZ. The other twin took his time, but I knew he was close as he picked up the pace. He didn’t pull out to cum, nor did he go balls deep, pulling out so just the head of his cock was in my boy’s hole. I watched as his balls contracted, spewing seed inside my boy. He pulled out and nodded to Brad, who guided his cummy cock into my mouth, which I dutifully cleaned, swallowing every drop of the mix of several dudes’ cum. Brad smiled in approval as I fingered the other brother’s cummy hole too. With my chin dripping cum, Brad stood me up and pulled my shorts down, leaving me just in my jockstrap. He summoned George who bent me over on the sofa, next to my boy, who was, by this time, taking another raw cock. George started eating my ass as he held my hands behind my back. I turned my head just as the guy fucking my boy started to cum, shooting his cum deep inside. George pulled off of my ass and sucked a mouthful of cum from my boy’s pussy, spitting it into my own hole. Another guy started fucking my boy as George slapped my bare ass with his cock. He put all of his body weight on me, pressing me into the cushions and hissing into my ear. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna breed you, like I bred your boy. You’re gonna take my gift, then Brad’s gonna breed you both. Think you can handle that?” I nodded in approval, letting go of control. George released my hands, and they immediately started spreading my cheeks wide, preparing to take his cock, and his ‘gift’. To be continued…

I love sex outdoors but until recently I didn't know of any places to cruise near my house. I was on Squirt one day when I found a cruising spot not 15 minutes from where I live. I figured I had nothing to lose so I slipped on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and headed out. It was around noon and it was a sunny day. I found the place, a small park below a hill, but wasn't too optimistic as it looked to be a family spot. Then I saw the parking lot mentioned on Squirt: four cars were in the lot, one empty, and the other three were occupied by older guys. Again, I wasn't feeling too optimistic. Still I got out of my car and headed along an expanse of lawn. I had no idea where I was going so I headed for a nearby grove of trees. I didn't see anyone in the grove, in fact, there didn't seem to be anyone in it at all, but I noticed a position where I would have a good view of the parking lot, and I figured from that vantage point I could see if anyone was coming. Then I saw another grove of trees on the hill so I headed up there. It was a short walk and not steep at all. Once again, no one was there but me. I did find condom wrappers and a couple of used rubbers though so I knew this must be the spot from Squirt. I was heading back down when I saw a young Latin guy leaning on a tree in the grove bordering the lawn. He had a tight blue tee shirt on and jeans that even from a distance looked hot on him. He noticed me coming down so I turned around and went back up the hill. I leaned against a tree more at the bottom of the hill and soon he came up the trail. He looked to be about 20 and not too tall, probably 5'6" but very toned. He rubbed the front of his jeans as he walked by me. Jackpot! I watched him go to the top of the hill and pulled my cock out of my pants, stroking to get it hard. Once he was at the top of the hill he turned around and flashed me a huge dick. Even from a distance I knew I had to have it. He motioned for me to come to him. My shorts were loose so I had to hold them up to keep them from falling off as I approached him. His cock had to be a full 8" and very thick. We stroked each other for a bit then I stepped out of my shorts which had fallen to the ground, got on my knees and took him in my mouth. His cock was leaking an enormous amount of precum, so I licked it from his slit, enjoying the sweetness on my tongue. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down on him. His cock pushed against the back of my throat as he face fucked me. I pulled his jeans down and cupped his tight ass as he pumped my face faster. I had to have him up my ass. I found a condom in my pocket and lubed my ass with the lube I had brought as he kept face fucking me. I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth and then took the condom out of its wrapper and slowly slid it over his monster cock. I turned around with my knees still on my shorts and felt him get behind me and slowly push his cock past my sphincter, delving slowly in to my gut. He was now fucking me faster, driving my hole to ecstasy. I told him I wanted to feel his cum on my hole. "Take the condom off and cum on my hole," I grunted. He pulled out, stripped-off the condom off as I had asked, and slid back in. 'What the fuck,' I thought, 'this guy is barebacking me'. He grunted and pumped faster, then pushed hard and I felt his cock throb against my hole. He wasn't cumming on my hole, he was cumming in my hole. I was so horned up I couldn't tell him to stop. He kept his cock buried deep in my hole as almost the last drop of cum pushed inside me. He pulled out and slapped my ass. He said something in Spanish, then slid a finger in to me. A cum covered finger was soon in my mouth. Eventually he helped me to my feet, even as his jeans were still around his knees. I saw jizz dripping from his cock so I dropped back down and cleaned him up, tasting his salty cum mixed with the taste of my ass. He pulled his pants up and headed back towards the bottom of the hill, leaving me half naked and cum filled. I was pleased I had found the place and was also pleased I hadn't yet cum, as I was hoping someone else would come along.

Once inside, Mike closed the back door behind his fuck buddy who stood waiting for Mike. Mike gestured to follow him and walked to the stairs and up to the master bedroom with his fuck buddy trailing behind, both silent. Mike went right for the bed and lied down on his back and said to his fuckbuddy, "Get comfortable. Lie down, chill,", and watched his buddy strip down to his briefs and lie down beside Mike. "I never even knew your first name until tonight. I know that we agreed to that for discretions' sake, but that was blown out of the water tonight. You know that I would never do anything to cause you any problems?" His fuckbuddy nodded in agreement. It was dark but Mike could feel his fuckbuddy staring right at him. "Can I call you Lawrence?" "Sure, but most people call me Larry." "Well, Larry, I gotta thank you for coming back and getting me out of there." "I am sorry that I suggested that we even go to that bathhouse. I feel like this is my fault." "It isn't your fault." "I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you strapped to that bench, drenched in sweat, spun, cum all over your ass and in your crack, on your face, in your hair. You were literally coated in cum. How any guys fucked you? What do you remember?" "I remember a whole bunch of images or short moments but it was all hazy and hard to tell what was real and what wasn't. I passed out a few times, and each time I came to there was a different cock in my mouth. Once someone took off the blindfold, even though I couldn't focus my eyes, I could catch a glimpse. I don't know. I just remember feeling full of cock all the time, and I would be lying if I said that at some point I didn't start to enjoy it, cause I did. That's the thing that disturbs me the most." "But you thought I was there?" "Yeah, I know, I was seeing things. They injected me at least twice that I remember and from what I can tell it was probably crystal meth." Mike touched to spot on his left arm where he got the first injection. "I was so high for I don't know how long before I really even knew what was happening. At first, I was flipping out, terrified, and then when someone made it clear that I was going to get shot up, and I felt it go in my arm, I just let go, like that guy Jerry said. He whispered in my ear: "We are going to get you high no matter what. If you hold still, it will be quick, but if you move around, you're gonna get a bunch of nasty abscesses and have to explain to everyone why you look like a junkie" "Holy fuck. How'd it feel?" "Well, it's intense. A kind of ringing in my ears, and then I coughed for a bit. Then I was flying. And everything was blurry, unclear, and I sort of had no thoughts about anything but the feeling of a cock against my hole and another one slapping against my face. And when I felt that first cock in my ass and that first cock in my mouth after they injected me, that's all there was: cock. I have never been so hungry for sex in my life and I have done my fair share of drugs" "Holy fuck, wow. I admit that not only was I pissed off that I didn't get to fuck you, but - and I hope this doesn't piss you off - but I got hard when I walked up to the door of the room in the bathhouse, and saw you strapped in. When I felt your ass and crack, and the wetness, I put my fingers in my mouth and realized that it was cum. I was rockhard at the thought that you got barefucked and you got loads. I know we have always played safe, but I couldn't help it and I can't now: I am rock hard just picturing you there." Mike reached down to Larry's cock. It was hard. Mike moved his head down to Larry's crotch, never letting go of his cock. He squeezed that cock just lightly, then leaned in until he could slap the cock against his lips. Larry was moaning. Mike opened his mouth and slowly slid the whole length of Larry's cock into his mouth, until Mike felt his lips around the base of the cock. Larry's hands moved to Mike's head, keeping him in place and keeping his cock deep in Mike's throat. Mike started to show signs of gagging, but Larry held fast. All of a sudden Mike started violently gagging and Larry let go of his head. "Larry, my throat hurts from last night. I think it took a real beating and feels raw." "It's ok, let's just chill." Mike moved to lie beside Larry and they laid there in silence in the dark for a while. PIng. "Fuck. Where's my phone?" Mike was fumbling around on the bed, then turned on the bedside light, and scanned the room, realizing that he left his phone downstairs. He got up and told Larry he was going to check his messages in case it was his wife. He walked out and headed downstairs. He went to the back door and there was his phone on the table. He picked it up and saw that he had a text. He didn't recognize the number, and opened it. There was an attachment, so clicked on the attachment and all of a sudden he was looking at a vid clip that was difficult to make out, but then, clearly, his face in plain view, with a cock going in and out of his mouth. Someone says something in the background and Mike stops sucking the cock, and looks right at the camera and says: "Fuck me raw. Dump in me". Mike couldn't breathe. Who the fuck sent this? He checked the number again and it looked like a local number so he called it. It rang and then someone answered, a guy, who said, "That was just a tiny preview of what we have. What did you think?" "Who the fuck is this and what the fuck is going on?" "I am hurt. You don't remember me? I am one of the many guys who rode your throat and hole last night. In fact, I came back for seconds, then thirds, but you were so fucking high by then, I doubt you remember." "How did you get my number? What the fuck do you want from me?" "Ah, well, to answer your first question: I took the key to your locker, opened it up, rummaged through your stuff, copied your contact list and other info, took your Driver's Licence." Mike couldn't breathe. The voice continued: "To answer the second question, I want your throat and hole again. At the bathhouse. In the private room with private bathroom and shower. This Wednesday, 8pm. Got it?" "If I don't come or can't come for some reason?" "With what I have in still photos and vid clips of you? If you want to take that chance, sure, go ahead, but just about everyone you know and more, would get a series of good texts, with attachments. And cause I like to share, vids would also be shared online. And don't worry, all of it would be untraceable. You aren't dealing with amateurs." "Okay" Mike said quietly. He heard a click and the call was over. A second later, another text came through. Mike was terrified, but opened the attachment, and opened the vid clip. It showed Mike looking up and someone says something to Mike. He's in the bathouse. He says, "Yeah," then someone in the background says something, and Mike looks into the camera and says "I wanna get high and I want raw cock." Then you hear laughter, and see a tourniquet being tied on Mike's arm. With silent steps he headed back up to the bedroom, and Larry was asleep and deeply so. Mike crawled into bed beside Larry and began to play with his hole, trying to imagine which one of the guys last night is doing this to him?

They All Fuck My Boy My boy and I had been invited to a huge blow-out party. Well, my boy had been invited. The host, Brad, had organized an epic party at his house in The Pines out on Fire Island. He was super sexy, and we’d seen him a lot around the city. He was a big party promoter, so he was always popping up in the gay magazines and at clubs. He was tall, with tanned skin, close-cropped brown hair with a tussle of bangs in his face. My boy and I are both versatile, but he’s much more of a hungry bottom than me. He told me that he once took six dicks in one night back at a frat party in college. I’d never taken more than two in one night. Of course, in those days, we had both always religiously played safe. We had only stopped using condoms when fucking each other a few months ago, promising to wrap up if having some fun on the side. My boy and I made sure to wear our cutest jockstraps, and sexy short shorts and tight t-shirts, wanting to show off our assets, and so that we’d fit in with the A-list crowd of guys certain to be at Brad’s party. I knew we’d be willing to do almost anything to feel like we belonged with these hot guys. As we headed down the beach, hand in hand, my boy told me what he had had to do to get the invite. One of Brad’s buddies was bragging that he had two extra tickets, and would give them to anyone who would take his load. I was surprised, not that he had slept with this guy to get the tickets, but that he had let the guy fuck him raw. That was sort of against our rules. My boy promised that the guy was NEG, and it wasn’t a big deal. Then he told me about the house rules of the party. Brad got to fuck anyone he wanted in his own house, but not to worry, he said, “Brad feels very strongly about protection… and safer sex…” I was a little unnerved that he had only just told me that he’d taken this guy’s seed, and that he was prepared to let Brad fuck him, but we were already at Brad’s front door. The house was stunning, all glass and weathered cedar siding, and the party inside was already in full swing. Dozens of hot guys were dancing around, flirting, and drinking. George, the guy who had bred my boy for tickets, greeted us at the door and told us that we were welcome to wear as much or as little clothing as we would like, but that he’d prefer my boy in a jockstrap. My boy, ever the one to please, stripped off his shirt and shorts right away. I took my shirt off and tucked it into the back of my shorts. We got cocktails and started dancing. All kinds of hot guys were pressed against us. George appeared with a sexy Latin, or possibly Middle-Eastern, guy, very tall, and very sexy, in a tiny red speedo that left nothing to the imagination, and introduced us. “This is Sam. He’s got a big dick that I think you’ll like. Make him feel at home.” Just as quickly as he appeared, George left, and Sam started grinding his body against my boy’s exposed ass. Sam’s dick was clearly getting hard and after a minute or two was forcing it’s way out of the waist of his briefs. From my position beside my boy and Sam, I could see that dick start to glisten with precum, and that precum started leaking all over my boy’s ass. I could see it dripping down between hiss ass cheeks and I knew it was on his hole, if not in it. I tried to get my boy’s attention, and put my mouth to his ear, more or less shouting over the music, “You don’t want to offend Brad! Doesn’t he feel strongly about safe sex? If you’re gonna let this guy fuck you, you should make him wrap up!” My boy opened his eyes and pulled me in for a kiss. Then he shouted into my ear, “I said he felt strongly about safe sex, but I didn’t say he was in favor of it!” My boy reached around and grabbed Sam’s cock and jerked it a few times, then held it up to my mouth, more or less forcing me to lick his precum. Then, he grabbed my hand and told me to spit in it. I did, and he led it to Sam’s cock, so I could get it wet, and then guide Sam’s bare cock into him. I was so hard, but knew this was going to get out of control relatively quickly. We hadn’t been at the party for more than ten minutes, and here was my boy, bouncing up and down on a muscle stud’s bare cock, back arched, and head thrown back, in a crowded room for anyone to see. Sam grabbed my boy’s hips and pummeled his ass before going balls deep, and then holding the position. I knew he was breeding my boy. After a few moments, he withdrew. Sam grabbed my shirt from the back of my shorts, cleaned off his dick, and just walked away. What the fuck had just happened? To be continued...

Being blind-folded and maybe tied down and having a friend bring over bunch of guys whose stats I don't know and one by one they breed me and after they're all done and gone my friend shows me pics of them and tells me if they're neg/undetecable/hvl/full-blown. Going to a bathhouse and being booty bumped and climbing in a sling for anyone to use until I come down. Being rich enough to take a year off of work and travel and do nothing but let guys all over the world breed me. Having a birthday where I spend the day taking loads from all the guys I had protected sex with, and then after all of them getting loads from as many people as possible.

Happy 4th of July. Had a great experience last weekend with some guys here in Atlanta. This guy called me about an appointment in Atlanta on July 3rd as he was in town to celebrate the 4th of July with some buddies that he rarely sees. They were going out to the strip clubs and then he would be headed back to the hotel by himself and wanted me to come over late and fuck him. Seemed easy enough. I was plenty horny as I had not had any clients in a couple of days and knew he would get his money's worth. I got over to his hotel early before he had gotten back from the clubs and thought that maybe he would not show up, but as I thought that, he showed up in the car of one of his buddies, got dropped off, and went into his room. Not wanting to be late and not knowing this guy's story, I went and knocked on the door and went inside. I was already hard and ready, so after our intros, we started to get undressed and the guy produced a joint to settle us down. No sooner was the joint lit and being shared than there was a knock on his door and his buddy that was driving said that he left his wallet in the car. He went to the door to get it and that's when his friend noticed what we were doing in the room, came in, and stood before us. He was suprised that, I think, that his buddy was :cool:gay, and was just interested enough to check me out as I continued to smoke the joint and my client started to explain. Then his buddy asked if I partied and pulled out a meth pipe. I knew it was about to get interesting as I could see the buldge forming in this guy's jeans. We started passing the pipe around and then my client opened up some Cokes from the minifridge for us to drink. We passed the pipe around and got more comfortable. More Cokes were opened and passed around. The buddy of the client then takes off his pants and I see that he has a huge cock which is pointed at my head. Uninhibited by this time, I pulled my client's head down to my crotch to suck my cock which was already dripping precum. He still had his jeans but the scene was sexy as hell. He engulfed my cock sucking it down while rubbing my balls making me grunt and groan. As I opened my mouth to talk, his buddy plugged my open mouth with his cock, pulled me down on my back on the bed, and started fucking my mouth as I was getting sucked. The scene was absolutely hot. As I was getting fucked down my throat, my client stops sucking my cock and is suddenly on the bed holding my arms down as his friend continues to fuck my mouth. I feel something tight being pulled around my bicep and I jerk up so see that the client is holding a needle in his hand and is about to slam me full of meth. I was so high and so out of it that I just layed back and continued to suck cock feeling the pinch of the needle and a tingling sensation throughout my body. Reaching down to play with my cock, I found that I was no longer hard so I asked the client for a Viagra and drank it down with the rest of the can of Coke. My client started playing with my asshole rubbing around the hole and inside with his finger when I went back to sucking his buddy's cock. I felt as if my ass was on fire after that and started to pant somewhat. I then had the strangest desire to get fucked to make the burning sensation go away, that I started bucking on my client's finger trying to get it deeper and deeper into my hole. My client's finger was then removed and lube was inserted in my hole followed by his buddy's cock trying to enter my ass raw while the client started to deepthroat kiss me. I was so turned on that he slipped all the way inside. My buddy's cellphone started ringing and so the kissing stopped as I listened to him tell the guy on the phone that the escort was ready. After a few minutes the buddy unloaded deep in my ass. Then I noticed that the client had put on a strapon dildo and took his place fucking me with the dildo with his jeans on while I cleaned off his buddy's cock deep down my throat. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and the rest of his buddies came in to use me, the escort who was there for a quick fuck got fucked all night long. I made sure they all had my number when they left and drove out this morning home to let you know all about it...

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3. Really, I had no choice. Not only had I told TJ I would suck the next cock, but there was the fundamental compact of the glory hole I had to remember. I had assumed the position as the cocksucker. It was my job to suck. It was not my job to pick and choose between different men. Each one deserved their blowjob and each one deserved their orgasm. Even a black man deserved it. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and began to lick the cockhead. It was salty with sweat and as I licked, a bit of pre-cum dribbled out. "That's what I expect from you, cocksucker," TJ said, as I took more of the head into my mouth. I didn't want TJ to see me here and to know how easy it was for me to debase myself and lower myself to the point of sucking off a black man. TJ still felt like a special case. Despite, or maybe because of, the color of the stranger's skin, the knowledge he was black helped calm me down as his shaft penetrated my mouth. As the stranger's dick grew and hardened, it was clear he wasn't going to be as big as TJ. But it was still more than enough to be a mouthful. "Do a hit of your poppers," TJ said. "And all the way down." I held the brown bottle under my nose and inhaled deeply. The sweet chemical scent filled my lungs and the warm waves of relaxation swept over my body. My throat opened up in response, and the black man's cock slid into it. Although it was not as thick as TJ's shaft, it was still big enough to press against my windpipe and made it difficult to breathe. I fought back the urge to gag and choke on it. "Don't fight it," TJ said. "So fucking hot to hear you gag on that black dick." He was still stroking his cock, and I felt him twitch each time I made a gagging noise. Even though I wanted to watch TJ, my focus had to remain on the cock in front of me. The stranger wanted release now, and despite my misgivings, I had signed up to be the man to give him that release. I did another quick hit of poppers, which wiped the last of my concerns from my mind. I pressed my lips against the base of the stranger's cock and the entire length of his shaft slid into my mouth and throat. It was cocksucking reduced to its essential features: mouth and dick. The stranger moaned, and the steady drip of pre-cum increased. "Take his load," TJ said. "Just like you said you would." My lips were pressed again the base of the stranger's dick and my throat was massaging his cockhead. From my position, I could tell just how close the black man was to cumming. In a few seconds, I would have no choice but to swallow the load. It would be the penultimate humiliation, to swallow a black man's load. There was only thing worse of course, and that would be to let a black man cum in my ass. The stranger's breathing was getting faster as were the thrusts of his cock. It was also getting harder for me to stay in position. Every fiber of my self was screaming at me not to allow myself this humiliation. It was a choice. I wasn't a perfect Aryan, but I was certainly better than the nigger at the glory hole. It was suddenly too easy to think of him using those charged words. My internal struggle must have exposed itself, because TJ continued speaking, his lips right against my ear. "Don't even dream of pulling off. If you do, you will regret it." He kept on stroking his cock with one hand, but the other one reached down for my balls, and grabbed them. "Make my brotha happy," he said, giving my testicles a squeeze. I tried not to wince; teeth against cock were not a good combination. Even as my balls screamed, I kept on nursing his shaft, coaxing him towards release. I held the bottle of poppers under my nose and inhaled deeply. As the warm rush rolled over my body, I remembered the first time I had really seen a black man. We were on vacation, and we had gone to a grocery store. A black man was on his knees, scrubbing the floor. I was staring, and when we were just barely out of earshot, my dad turned to me. "That's a nigger, son," he said. "And he's doing what he was meant to do. On his knees, making our world better." Now it was me who was serving the black man. "Keep on sucking him," TJ said, his hand still grasping my balls. "Make him happy." I didn't want to be here anymore. I didn't want to be leaning against a plywood partition in the sleaziest sex club in the city, sucking off an anonymous black guy. I didn't want TJ squeezing my balls, making sure I swallowed the black guy's load. I didn't want the certain knowledge that TJ and I would go back to the room where TJ would fuck me. The poppers were wearing off, and I was suddenly conscious of what I had gotten myself into. It was at the exact same moment of clarity that the stranger reached orgasm. His cock pulsed and a spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. All I could think was that I was eating a black man's cum. A nigger's cum. I started to pull off; I couldn't stand that I was letting myself be so completely lowered by his orgasm and his cum. "No you don't," TJ said, and he squeezed my balls tightly. Pain radiated out from my groin. If I pulled off, the pain was only going to get worse. But, if I let another drop of cum into my body, I was going to be forever marked. Basic self-preservation battled with self-worth long enough for another jet of cum to travel down the stranger's cock. This time it landed in my mouth, spreading across my tongue. His cum was bitter and salty and had the acrid tang I associated with heavy drug users. It was the prompt I needed, and I jerked my head back, pulling off his cock, right as it discharged another volley of jizz. This one landed in my eye. I blinked, but the damage was already done. It would take a while before the burn fully developed, but for the next few days, it would be a reminder of how I had debased myself. There were two more quick spurts, both landing on my face. The hot cum burnt my face, but it was nothing compared to the pain radiating from my balls. As soon as I had pulled off, TJ had squeezed hard. As the cum started to drip down my cheek, the stranger pulled back with an audible grunt of disappointment, and wrapped the towel back around his waist. I reached up to try to wipe the cum from my eye. Only then did TJ release my balls but it was just to slap my hand down. "What the fuck you think you did there?" There was no relief for me. The cum was really starting to burn, and the blood rushing back into my testicles hurt more than TJ's squeeze. I forced my hands back to my side, fighting the urge to wipe off my face. TJ reached down and slapped my balls hard. I gasped, letting a bit of the jizz drip into my mouth. "Let's go back to the room," he said. His voice was flat, unemotional. It would have been better if he were angry. I grabbed my towel, but TJ motioned me to give it to him. "You haven't earned that yet." He slapped my balls one more time, the hardest yet, and I grunt in pain, almost doubled over. He ignores my agony, steps out of the cubicle. "Follow me," he says. I follow, the cum burning my eyes and dripping down my face, my balls throbbing in pain, and my cock a small, soft tina-tool. I tried to remember earlier, walking to the glory hole, almost proud of getting TJ hard. I didn't know what had changed. Maybe it was the difference between knowing what a perfect specimen TJ was and the utter uncertainty of the glory hole or maybe it was the first booty bump starting to wear off. In either case, it was hard for me to meet anyone's eye and it was hard for me to focus on anything but TJ's feet guiding me inexorably to the small room. "Open it," he said. I fumbled with the keys, but opened the door. "Go in. Kneel down like a faggot should." There was no arguing with his commands; I knelt down on the floor. I wondered the last time it had been mopped; there was some grit against my knees. TJ closed the door and sat down in front of me. I looked up just enough to see his legs spread, his impressive manhood erect and thick between them, and his balls hanging down, heavy with cum. I brought my hand up to wipe off my face but TJ stopped me. "Not yet, cocksucker," he said. "Hands behind your back." I did it. TJ picked up the pipe and the lighter. He heated it up and did a slow hit from it. I dared to raise my eyes a few times, but TJ barely acknowledged me. His attention was focused on the pipe, the careful ritual of smoking, and the pleasure it was bringing him. He grunted as he put the pipe down. I looked up and he shook his head, the disappointment obvious. But he did not say anything. He held the hit, and then exhaled it. Without speaking, he picked up the pipe again, and repeated the process. This time, it was even longer and slower. He was filling his lungs with the potent drug. I wanted to be a part of that, to have the mistakes of the day, the mistakes of my life erased in the pleasures of the white clouds. He held the hit for what seemed like hours, before he leaned in and exhaled the hit directly into my face. The thick cloud only further exacerbated the burn in my eyes. "What did you do back there, faggot? At the glory hole?" TJ asked me. "I'm sorry," I started to say. "Sir," I added, remembering at the last minute what he had told me about how to show him the respect he wanted. I started to continue. I needed to justify my actions, somehow. "I couldn't take the nigg..." I stopped myself. The word had come out so naturally, but I immediately knew it was a mistake. It was a bad mistake. I forced myself to look up at TJ. I needed to know just how bad it was. He was smiling. It was not a pleasant smile. It was an evil smile. Then, suddenly, I was looking away from him. It took a second for the sensations to catch up: TJ had slapped me on the side of the face. He had slapped me hard; there were stars in my eyes, a ringing in my ear and my cheek was burning. "What did you just say?" he asked me. "The black guy's" I was suddenly looking the other direction. He had slapped me again. This time the slap was harder. "No. You need to say what you said. Not what you wanted to say or you wished you said. "Nigger's cum." As soon as I had said it, I was back to looking left. The third slap was the hardest of them all. I had always known what I had said was wrong. But, as the stinging on my face slowly cooled off, I had a deeper understanding of how wrong it was. The slaps were not just corrective. I could feel just how angry TJ was. How angry that I had used that word. That I had dared to not swallow the black man's cum. "Better. Now. Wipe off your face." I ran a finger over my cheek, scooping up a few drops of sperm. "Eat it. Like you should have done back at the glory hole." I licked it off my fingers. It was just as acrid and bitter as when I had first tasted it. Even so, I wanted to taste more of it. It was the taste of a man, a tiny part of him that he had blessed me with. "All of it," TJ continued. I scooped up more of the cum from my face, licking my fingers greedily. I couldn't get enough of the bitter fluid. "Tastes good, doesn't it?" TJ asked. I nodded, even though I knew he didn't care about my answer. "Must be like heaven for you." I nod again. "You want another hit?" TJ asked me. I nodded. The tectonic plates of my life had been slowly shifting over the past few months. The three slaps to the face TJ had just given me had been the push for them to finally give way. The pieces were still scattered, and I needed something to help with the awful task of re-assembling it all. "Please sir." "I figured as much," TJ said. He found the bag of crystal and opened it. He carefully extracted a large shard. It was larger than I wanted and definitely larger than I needed. "There is an easy way." He smiled again. The same smile he had a few seconds ago when I had first said the n-word. "And a hard way. Which do you want?" I swallowed. "The easy way," I said. "Which one do you deserve?" he asked. It was the harder question. I was scared of what the hard way was; my imagination was running wild with possibilities. I also knew that nothing I had done meant I deserved the easy way. I had fucked up too many times already. "The hard way. Sir." If he allowed me the easy way, it would be a gift from a god. And the god would be a cruel and dark god. It would be a god like TJ. "Good faggot," he said. "Learning what you are. What you are entitled to." He laughed. "Now, stand up and turn around." I stood up and turned around. There was a large mirror on the wall, but it was positioned so that my image was blocking my view of TJ. All I could see was his legs and his hard cock, pointing straight up. "Bend over," he said. I bent over, raising my ass up in the air, and exposing it to him. "Nice. Now, spread your legs," he said. I did as he told me, shuffling my bare feet against the floor. From previous trips here, I knew the floor was only just barely cleaned between customers, and my feet were getting dirty from the accumulated sweat, lube, cum, and other things still on the floor. I forced myself to keep my balance, as my balls and holes were exposed to the air. It was a uniquely vulnerable position, and it was only a matter of time before TJ took advantage of my undefended parts. I closed my eyes for second, right as TJ chose to attack. There a quick brush of his against my thigh, then a throbbing aching pain radiating from my balls. I stumbled, trying to keep my balance in the face of the agonizing bolts of pain still shooting out. "Don't fall down, faggot," TJ said, laughing at my efforts to stay composed. "And next time, you better stay still." I braced myself, waiting for another flick of his fingers against my balls, but instead, he pressed a thick finger up against my hole. At least he had licked his finger; the thin layer of spit was all the lube I was going to get right now. He pushed it in and started to stretch me open. Eventually, it would be his cock up there and I cherished the opportunity get opened up slowly. He pulled his finger out, leaving me empty. "Please, Sir," I moaned. I wanted his finger back in me. I needed something in me: a finger, a toy, a dick, something. The tina was hitting me hard, and the last of my inhibitions were falling away. I was wagging my ass at him, all but begging him to fuck me. "Please, I need more." As soon as I said it, I knew it was a mistake. Before I could react, he slapped my balls. The pain was exquisitely perfect and I forced myself not to move at all. "That's the submissive faggot I've been needing. Good cocksucker," he said. He slapped my balls again, not quite as hard as before. But my balls were already sensitized and the white-hot ache filled my world. I gasped, trying to stay in the room with TJ. "Stay with me, TJ said. He was gently rubbing his fingers against my nutsack. Under normal circumstances, it would have felt amazing. But my balls were still recovering from the two rounds of TJ's abuse, and each finger stroke was another volley of pain. "Stay with me," he repeated, more insistently. It would have been far too easy to disassociate myself from the scene at hand, but TJ would have able to tell. From the tone of his voice, it was obvious that the repercussions for that escape would be far worse than the simple agony I would otherwise endure. "Such a good faggot," he said. His finger strokes were now light taps, reminding me just how vulnerable I was. But I didn't care. The tina was blasting through my veins now, and concepts formerly off-limits were now fair game. I wanted to give up my ass to TJ, to let that hard ebony shaft impale me. No, better, I wanted that fat nigger dick in my white hole. Against everything I had believed in, this was the ultimate in perversion. A fine what man, giving up his holes to a black man. "You need a reward, I think," TJ muttered. "Please, Sir," I moaned. I wanted his nigger cock in me and I didn't care that it was at least twice the width of anything I had yet taken today. But, at least for now, TJ was looking out for me. His fingers returned to my anus. He pressed them against my hole, and forced the sharp shard of tina we had selected earlier into me. It burnt and cut when TJ thrust his finger into me, and pushed the potent shard into me. "Just give that a minute to melt, and we will be flying together, faggot!" He laughed. "You ever make a guy wear a rubber? Or are you a total bareback slut?" "Bareback slut," I said. "No condoms." "But only white guys?" "Yeah," I said. I knew there was no way this was going to end well for me. But there was no way that lying would end any better. "At least so far." "Well. Tonight's gonna be your lucky night. Time for you to get a black cock up that racist white ass of yours." TJ pulled his finger almost all the way out, then shoved it roughly back in. I grunted as his fingers scraped against my vulnerable flesh. " And a brown cock," he continued. He pulled his finger back out and added a second one to the assault. "And a red cock. An entire fucking United Nations of cocks. It's gonna be fun." He laughed. It was clear the one thing it was not going to be for me was fun. With his two fingers still deep in my hole, he reached over, grabbed the door, and opened it. It swung open easily, exposing me bent over, naked, two black fingers buried in my white ass to anyone who would happen to walk by. "Ever had a rainbow of cum drip down your thigh?" TJ asked. It was more than loud enough for anyone to hear, but luckily, there was no one in the hallway. "No," I said. "Well, tonight's gonna be your lucky night, faggot," TJ said. He continued to finger fuck me. Despite the roughness of his thrusts, I still pulled my ass cheeks apart as far as I could. At the deepest points in his shoves, he pushed the shard further into me. It was slowly melting and getting absorbed by my body. Like his finger-fuck, I had no choice but to accept it, utterly powerless against the certain consequences. In fact, it made me spread my ass even further, eager for his fingers, for anything, to penetrate me. TJ noticed. "Hell yeah," he said. "Let me in." "Fuck me," I moaned. I needed more than just his black fingers inside me. As twisted as it sounded to me, I needed his cock inside me. Yeah, he was a black guy. But in the perverted logic of the tina high, it seemed almost appropriate. It seemed like the right thing to do, to let him inside me. "Please," I grunted, as TJ shoved his fingers back into me. "Not yet, faggot. When it's time." He pulled out and shoved them back into me. "And we'll both know when it's time for me to fuck you." This thrust was harder than before, and I stumbled a bit. As I recovered, I glanced towards the now open door. There was a guy standing there; in the dim light it was hard to tell anything about him. "Mind if I take a try at fucking him?" the stranger asked, stepping into the room. Once in the room, the light was marginally better, and I could see he had the olive skin of an Italian or Greek, with a slim, muscular body. His muscular pecs and washboard abs were covered by a layer of dark hair, thick enough to make it obvious he trimmed. But, the towel wrapped around his waist hid his most important asset. "Be my guest," TJ said. The stranger extracted a condom from his towel. "You don't need that," TJ said. "Good. I was going to find an excuse to take it off anyway." He tossed the packet on the bed. "That what I think it is?" he asked. "Yeah," TJ said. "Want a hit?" "Hell yeah," the stranger said. In the mirror, I watched TJ hand the stranger the pipe and torch. The stranger gently kicked the door closed before heating the pipe, and it was not long before a tendril of smoke emerged from the bowl. He took his time, doing several hits before finally pulling the torch away and exhaling one last large cloud. "He need one?" he asked TJ. "Nah. He just did a booty bump." The stranger handed the pipe back to TJ. "Good," the guy said. "He'll need it. I fuck hard when I'm tweaked." "That's good," TJ said. "Mark needs a hard fucking. Don't you?" he asked me. It was hard for me to follow the conversation; the drugs were flowing through my veins and my hole was burning. I couldn't tell if the burn was from the crystal still dissolving in me or my need to finally get fucked. I had sucked a lot of dick, but no one had yet fucked me. "Yeah," I finally said. I pulled my ass cheeks back apart, hoping that the stranger would take the hint. "See?" TJ said. "All yours." "Yeah," the stranger said. He undid the sloppy knot on his towel and tossed it onto the bed. It revealed a thick, uncut cock, hanging down between his muscular legs. His cock was only a little smaller than TJ's, but against his short gymnast body, it seemed absolutely massive. I hoped that I would be able to take it, since defeat here would bode poorly for my ability to accommodate TJ's tool. "He lubed up?" "Nah," TJ said. "If he's gonna take that thing, he'll need a bit." Luckily, I had pulled a bottle out of my bag when we first got into the room, and TJ tossed it to the stranger. He poured what felt like only a few drops on my hole; it was hardly enough to prepare me for his dick. In the mirror, I saw him pour a lot more on his dick and start to stroke it. "Nice," TJ commented, as the stranger's cock stiffened, lengthened and hardened. "Been fucked yet tonight?" he asked. His cock was now sticking straight out in front of him, hard and erect. Like a deadly snake, it glistened from the coating of lube. I knew it was not enough, but in the moment, it was hard for me to come up with the words to ask for more. "Not yet," TJ said. He continued, able to say the words I was struggling with. "You should pour a bit more lube on his hole. He's just starting out and we don't want him out too early in the night." "Right on," the stranger said. He poured some more of the cool liquid on my hole, and stuffed a finger into me. "Fuck," he said, as I felt his finger brush up against the last of the shard. "Tina's not even fully melted. He's gonna be flying." Something about his tone made my cock shrink, even more than the tina had already done. I was already pretty damn high, and any more would leave me a tweaked-out mess. I had only been this high once before. It was right as I was first exploring my sexuality. The drugs lifted so many inhibitions, and it was not long before I was taking cock after cock. Tonight was already starting out similarly, only so far, it had been all black and Latino cocks that I had taken. "Yeah," TJ said. "That's the entire point. Get him totally fucked up. Now, you need to get him fucked." The stranger didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his fingers out of my ass, leaving me gaping and hungry. He immediately replaced them with the very tip of cock. I gasped, but the stranger ignored me and pressed his shaft on in. The little bit of finger-fucking I had gotten from TJ and the stranger was hardly enough, and the pain radiated out of from my anus. I bit down, but it provided hardly any relief. "Just relax. You're gonna take it all, don't worry about it," the stranger said.

Bareback: It's Only Natural.

Chapter II. My boy had a huge grin on his face, as sweat poured down his chest, and cum seeped out of his freshly-fucked ass. A few guys dancing around us had just seen me guide a stranger’s cock into my boy’s hole, but it didn’t seem to phase them. Then, George reappeared, this time with a recognizable porn star, who shall remain nameless, in a sexy mesh singlet with the front cutdown to his pubes. This guy used to do safe-only porn, and had only recently started barebacking on camera after he came out as POZ. I had seen twinks line up on screen to take his massive thick cock, and his load. I suspected that many of those twinks on camera were on PrEP, but my boy certainly wasn’t. Even though the last guy to fuck my boy was sexy, he didn’t attract the attention that this POZ porn guy did. Heads turned as George introduced him to my boy. People, strangers, watched as this stud spun my boy around and spread his cheeks wide. The porn stud seems pleased that my boy was already leaking cum. He dove in and started lapping Sam’s seed out of my boy’s hole. A circle of maybe ten guys formed around this star going to town on my boy’s ass. My boy reached around and spread his cheeks wide. “Does this boy belong to anyone here?” He asked to the circle of guys. I nodded and George put his arm around me, smiling. “You gonna let me fuck him?” My boy looked at me with pleading eyes. How could I not nod. “When I fuck, I breed. Pulling out is for pussies.” I just nodded again. This porn god stood up, and bent my boy over so he was grabbing his own ankles. He pulled his singlet low enough to fish out his hefty cock and slapped it against my boy’s ass. He looked right at me. “Get me hard.” I knelt down and took that hefty dick into my mouth. It was the first time I had knowingly sucked POZ cock, and I knew, as he started dripping precum, I was swallowing it. When he was satisfied, he had me hold my boy’s ass cheeks spread wide so he could barefuck my boy. The crowd grew as this guy pumped into my boy. The porn star picked my boy up off the floor, his bare POZ dick still in him, and led him to the sofa. He laid my boy on his back and started pile driving into that ass. Some hunk at the edge of the sofa fished out his dick and offered it to my boy to blow. My boy gobbled that stranger’s cock as this porn star pounded his hole. The stranger was so turned on that he shot his cum in my boy’s mouth. My boy couldn’t gulp it down fast enough, and his face and hair were soon smeared with seed. The porn star loved this and wiped a big glob onto his hand and then dripped it onto his cock as is pistoned in and out of my boy’s pussy. That was the second guy’s cum up his hole, and the crowd applauded. The porn star withdrew and knocked my boy off of the sofa, with his shoulders on the floor, and ass at seat level. He then stabbed his dick back into my boy and kept fucking him. With his hole exposed to the room, another brave horny stranger approached. He jerked his dick right onto my boy’s hole, plugged with thick POZ porn star cock. “Help keep his hole wet,” someone shouted, and the stranger started cumming. The porn star pulled out just as volley after volley of cum went shooting right into my boy’s gaping ass. Load #3 was fucked in by the porn star’s cock. Three guys followed suit, all cumming on my boy’s ass and letting the porn star work that load deep. Load #6 got the porn star so hot that he plunged his dick all the way into my boy’s guts and left it there as he pumped his seed. A round of applause went up around us and the porn star stood up and bowed politely. The music stopped as our host, the infamous Brad appeared. “You guys had an orgy, and didn’t invite the host? Who invited these boys?” George raised his hand. “You breed him?” “Yes, sir.” “How many loads he have in him so far?” My boy, still upside down on the floor shook his head. He didn’t know how many loads were being absorbed into his guts. I’d been keeping tabs, so I spoke up. “Seven, so far.” ‘You two together?” I nodded. “You let this happen to your boy?” I nodded again. “I knew I liked you. Let’s kick things up a notch!” To be continued…

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

Mike was almost shaking as he was getting dressed. He douched for a long time because he had the privacy this time: the wife and kids were away for the week and this was going to be the best Monday night he had in a long time. This was perfect but unplanned because his fuck buddy was in town at the same time. They had been fucking together for just over a year each time his fuck buddy was in town, but never more than a few snatched hours. Mike always left wanting more. This time would be different because Mike hoped to get fucked all night. His buddy had a great cock, body and attitude which was both demanding and chilled at the same time. Mike was looking good. He worked out a lot and was in good form, with a muscled body from serious work with weights. His ass was shaved, his jockstrap on, and the lube and condoms in his knapsack. He also brought some weed just in case his buddy liked to smoke it. They had never discussed drugs so on the last few occasions they fucked around, Mike smoked a joint in the parking lot beside the hotel and then popped about a dozen breath mints in his mouth. And the sex was amazing. So hopefully tonight he would smoke some weed with his buddy. His phone buzzed with a new text: "Got a prob. Colleague is in room next door. Can't play here." Fuck! Great! Mike was swearing and feeling anxious. He needed this. So he texted back: "Any ideas where else?" His buddy texted back, "Bathhouse is the only option." Shit, this was not what Mike wanted. He was terrified to go to a bathhouse. Terrified someone he knew might see him, terrified he might see someone he knew inside. Too risky. He didn't know what to do. He texted, "No other idea?" He got a quick reply: "Nope, but we can get together next time I'm in town." Mike didn't even think about it and texted: "Nope, let's go to bathhouse." His buddy texted back and they worked out the details in a few more texts. On his way downtown, Mike got another text: "Waiting in the parking lot." Ten minutes later, Mike pulled into the lot and there was his buddy, looking sexy and chilled. He was taller than Mike by several inches, and lean and lanky. No matter what he wore his fuckbuddy had a bulge and just looking at his buddy's crotch made Mike stiffen. He parked, got out and they greeted and walked to the bathhouse. His buddy explained that he would get a room and Mike should get a locker, but to remember to sign a fake name. They walked in and it was aglow with red light, music pounding and a cute guy behind a grill. His buddy got the only room available, the one with the bench. Mike wasn't sure what that meant but he had an idea and he liked that idea. He got his locker and the two of them walked through, keys and towels in hand. They walked past a bar then to the back of the room there was a lounge with some guys sitting around watching porn and stroking. They all checked out Mike and his buddy. The stairwell was right there and they walked up to the third floor and looked for the room. They found it soon enough but Mike felt the place was disorienting and didn't really have his bearings, but once the door opened, Mike felt like he was in heaven: the room was big and had a padded angled fuckbench with straps attached. They both chuckled and made small talk as they got right down to business and began undressing and unpacking. Mike hauled out his lube and condoms and poppers and put them on the table beside the bed. His buddy was undressed and stroking quickly. Mike stripped down to his jock and put his clothes in his knapsack. They put their stuff in the locker, locked it and got down on the bed. His buddy laid back, sort of sitting up, legs spread, cock at half-mast and waiting for Mike's mouth. So he crawled right into place and took that cock in his mouth. He knew he had to give his buddy long slow deep strokes down and back up, over and over. So he started these deepthroat slowstrokes and got into a rhythym. He was in fucking heaven. He was incredibly turned on that he was in a bathhouse, sucking his top buddy's cock. He was stroking this cock with his throat, opening his lips even wider, making sure not one scrape of his teeth against this thick hard cock. He loved this cock. Just under 8" cut with a big knob and a thick shaft that must be at least 5" around straight to the base, Mike jerked off thinking about this cock. His buddy was enjoying this, clearly, from the encouragement and moans he made. Soon his hands began to reach down and play with Mike's ass. Eventually he had Mike turn around and present his hole to him. Mike felt his buddy's hot breath on his hole. Lightly and slowly his buddy ran his facial scruff just against one thigh and moved slowly up towards Mike's ass. Then he switched to the other thigh and did the same thing. Mike shivered, cause he knew this was going to be a memorable fuck. Soon Mike could feel his buddy's tongue swiping around his hole. Round and round his hole, his buddy continually swiped his tongue until Mike thought he was going to lose his mind. Then all of a sudden he felt that tongue against his hole and Mike felt like he was going to melt. His buddy's phone went off but he ignored it as he began to tonguefuck Mike which always makes Mike feel like he was going to pass out from bliss. Deeper and deeper, plunging his tongue in and out, Mike's buddy was feasting on his hole. Again, Mike hears his buddy's phone go off and this time his buddy stops and opens the locker to get his phone. Mike hears him fumbling around but he stays on his hands and knees cause he knows his buddy likes his ass up and available. His buddy mumbles something, and starts back tongueing his hole. Eventually his buddy starts tapping his hole with one of his fingers. Gradually he works one in, and slowly pulls it in and out. On one of the strokes in, Mike feels a burning sensation and grimaces and pulls away. He never liked getting fingered but tolerated it cause his buddy like a little finger action. The burning subsided and Mike felt surprisingly relaxed and if possible even hornier. He said to his buddy, "Let me try out that bench." He got up and leaned down and onto the bench. It was perfect. He found himself leaning just far enough forward so that he could see how easily he could suck cock and at the same time his ass was pointed out and up and completely exposed, There was a place for his legs to rest and for his arms. His buddy moaned and got behind Mike and began to tongue his hole again. He tonguefucked him deeper this time and soon began poking around Mike's hole with a finger. Mike tensed up even though this time it felt way better. Sure enough, as soon as his buddy's finger was inside of his hole he felt a burning, but stronger this time. He asked his buddy to pull it out. At this point his buddy's phone went off again. He mumbled and went to get his phone while Mike just lay in this fuckbench, completely horned up like he had not felt before. His buddy broke the silence and said, "I gotta go." Mike couldn't believe his ears. Turns out his fuckbuddy's colleague needed help with something for work for the next day and Mike's buddy was the only one who could help him. Mike asked if he could go and come back and Mike would wait there for him. His buddy said that might work, got dressed and they made plans to text updates. After he left, Mike was unbelievably horned up but limp. He couldn't get hard. And he wanted to get fucked. Badly. Soon, he had to piss but that meant walking up and down the hall and he was nervous he'd run into someone he knew. Figuring that he had no choice and feeling horned up by walking through the place, Mike found the nerve to do it. He got his key and wrapped his towel around himself, and tried to get his eyes to focus. They just felt strangely out of focus, just slightly. He opened the door, locked it and shut it and began to go down the hall to look for the washroom. He passed this sexy guy who reminded Mike of his fuckbuddy - same look, same kind of smirk. This guy watched Mike the whole way and Mike turned around to see this guy groping his crotch. He found the bathroom, and there was more cruising going on in there. There were several sexy guys here, Mike thought. But he was trying not to give off mixed signals cause he was waiting for his buddy to give him the fuck he wanted and needed. Finishing up, he saw in the mirror that guy he spotted in the hallway ask someone if they had a light. They didn't. Then he asked someone else who said the same thing. As Mike was about to pass him, he asked Mike directly if he had a light while holding up a joint. Fuck, thought Mike, that's what I want: to smoke some weed. So he said, "Yeah, I got a light in my room if you want to get it." This guy said, "Lead the way." They walked to Mike's room, and he opened the door and let the two of them into the room. This guy said right away, "Name's Jerry." They should hands and Mike introduced himself. Jerry made some funny comments about no one smoking weed around the place, and offered to share the joint with Mike. Mike figured he would, and why not? He was just killing time waiting for his buddy. Mike handed Jerry the lighter and Jerry sparked it up, took a deep hit and passed it to Mike. Mike took a couple of hits and passed it back. Back and forth they smoked and passed the joint, and Mike was feeling very relaxed. Jerry was commenting on the fuck bench, saying how hot it was and how great it must be for a top to fuck a bottom in one of those. They began joking around about it, and finally Mike explained that he was in fact a bottom. Jerry just moaned. He started commenting on how good Mike's ass would look in that bench. He was funny and fun. Mike relaxed and eventually gamefully offered a showing. He walked over to the bench and put his legs in the holders sat down and leaned forward. Jerry walked over with the joint, and passed it to Mike and started to rub Mike's ass. Mike loved it. He loved that he had another guy who he had just met feeling his ass. Jerry asked Mike if he ever did coke. Mike loved coke but only did it rarely at best. But there was Jerry with a little bottle of cock. He turned the lid, and there was a single bump. Mike motioned Jerry in front of him and with his cock right by Mike's face, Mike leaned in and took a hard sniff. Then Jerry cranked the lid again and offered Mike another hit. Mike leaned in to take this bump but had his eyes fixed on Jerry's cock which was starting to swell. He inhaled deeply, and for a moment had this incredible rush, and then everything started to go black.....

As I looked around the dance floor, I spotted a young couple, one Asian and one white boy that seem to fit what I was looking for. They must have taken E and rolling hard since they were rubbing their hands all over while barely standing on their feet. White boy was a muscular jock type and Asian boy was tall and slim. I started to move towards them. E must have been too strong for the skinny Asian boy since he was rolling really hard and he almost fell to the floor. His white boy held him up and was rubbing his back when I got nexto to them. That's when I overreacted to push of crowd behind me and ran into them. White boy's hands were conveniently grabbing Asian boy's ass as I ran into them and I felt his hands brushing on my cock before all three of us lost balance. White boy was sober enough to regain his balance but the Asian almost fell before I grabbed him. This gave me a perfect chance to talk to the white boy. "Is he okay? Too much E?" "No he's just a light weight. I only gave him a half." "Well, it must be a good stuff. By the way, my name is Julio." "I am James and this is Christian" With that the Asian boy lifted his hand and head up to say hi then quickly fell between us again. He was really high and his eyes were rolled up when he tried to open them. This boy was going to be so easy but the problem was his boy friend. He seemed strong and confident that it would take a bit more effort to control him. "His body is hot. I think he needs to sit down and drink water. Come with me." I took the Asian boy from the white boy and walked through the crowds towards the benches farthest away from the bathroom. This was necessary to execute my plan. I am a 6'4' 200lbs with dark brown skin so I stood out a bit in this club. When we got to the bench, I pulled off Asian boy's shirt before I set him between us. I told James that Christian needs to cool down a bit. I took out a small bottle of gel lube and poured a little on Christian's chest and told James to rub it over. While James was busy with his task, I took out a rock and shoved it into Christian's hole and pushed it deep with my finger. Then I kept my finger in there and massaged his inside. I can see that was making him feel really good as he started to gyrate on my finger and moan, his nipples and his penis were getting hard. Christian was ready for his role already. Now I needed to work on James but I needed help. I pulled my finger out of Christian's hole and he whined a little. 'Don't worry boy, you will be filled and ripped as much as you want later,' I walked to the front door and chatted with the bouncers a bit. One of the bouncer's cousin was hanging out with them and they asked me to babysit him a bit. He's only 18 byt he was tall and thick. His name was Leo and as we talked I found out that we share more in common like both poz and both love to convert young boys. And we both like to take total control. Some black boys are just so big. As we walked back to James, I gave him another pill of E and bought drinks, two juices and two water and poured some G in the juice. Christian was still passed out on the seat and James was rolling as well. I moved Christian to the side so Leo and I could sandwich James. I poured my special gel lube on my both my hands and pushed one hand on Christian's butt and pushed two fingers into his hole with more Tina. I wrapped my other arm over the shoulder of James and reached for his nipple to play with. Leo did the same thing and played with the other nipple. James was not a small kid with 6' and 160 lbs but next to us, he seemed small. After few minutes and I was sure that the rock of Tina in Christian's ass was well absorbed, I took out my fingers and gave one of the juice to James and told him to gulp it down one shot. I woke up Christian and told him to drink it but he was slow to get up. I offered a little bullet of T for them to snort as I pulled Christian up and took him to the bathroom. While we were walking he opened his eyes and looked at me with a big smile and said, "Thank you." I got my confirmation at that moment. In a low voice I asked "Do you like to get fucked hard, you slut?" and put my hand in his pants. Instead of inserting my finger, I teased his hole opening and I could tell it was driving him crazy. There was a long line at the bathroom so I had plenty of time to finger his hole before we got into the bathroom, but eventually we took the last stall away from the door since I needed a bit of time to finish prepping Christian for wild conversion breeding session. As soon as we got in the stall, he pulled down his pants and spread his cheeks to offer the view of his hole to me. I started to finger fuck him roughly that pushed and pulled his slim body. I told him to sit over toilet with his legs on either side. Fortunately I was tall and my cock was long enough that Christian could wrap his lips around my cock head as I prepared more chemicals for Christian and James. Before we left the stall, I told him to get on the toilet cover and face the wall. As he turned around, his hole was exposed to me and it was twitching for a cock. I put my cock head and pushed it a bit and just moved back and forth little before I pulled him to his feet. Christian was so horny from all the teasing of his hole. As we walked back to James and Leo, James was sitting between Leo's legs while Leo massaged him all over. I did the same thing and placed Christian on my lap but instead of massaging his chest, I took my cock out and placed Christian on it. Even with all the chem, he was so tight and he was too hesitant to sit down on it. I twisted him around and covered his mouth with my lips and tongue then pushed him down all the way. He tried to vocalize his pain but I stopped him. As he sat with my cock to the balls, he was loving it. He started to gyrate on me, fucking cock slut. I let him have fun. He kept on moanind while he worked his ass around the cock. I signaled Leo and he saw that and he was laughing. That made James see it as well. At first James looked a bit upset but Christian reached out to him and started to make out with him while he kept his gyration on my cock. Leo must have liked peak of James' ass crack as he bend over to make out with Christian. Leo had a big bulge. I saw one of the bouncers walking to the backroom and motioned him over to us. As he got closer and saw what we were doing, he laughed and asked me if I wanted to take him to the back room. "Sure", I replied. I pulled Christian off my cock and pulled up his jeans and sent him with my bouncer friend. I put my cock away and I had to do some business before I could call it a night. After a round, I stopped by James and Leo. James was loving the feel of Leo's cock, I could tell. "James, I thought you were a top?" "I am, but E makes all touch feel so good." I thought what a lie. As I planned, I had both of them ready to be converted tonight. As we walked to the back room, I was happy with what I saw. Christian was on the floor on his knees sucking the bouncer's cock deep down. Christian tried to get up to greet us but my friend held him down and shoved his cock deeper until he bottomed out and held him there. As Christian struggled to relax his throat, he must have closed his teeth a bit but each time he did it, bouncer gave him a light slap to remind him "No teeth." As we watched Christian's long skinny body on the floor in breeding posizion, we were all turned on. I just kept on imaging using his long slim body to pleasure my cock and dump some loads. Even James got hard from watching and joined a bit of dirty talking like calling Christian a 'hungry cock sucker'. All the drugs in Christian's system and his natural cock hunger made him a super bottom now. He kept on fingering his hole as he sucked the bouncer. As I positioned myself to enter the hole, James stopped me and asked me to put condom on. He handed me a magnum which might fit better than others but I still hate condoms. I put the condom on and applied extra lube on my cock and in his hole. As I slowly pushed into his hole little by little, the boy was coming alive. Condom was causing extra friction so it was hard to enter his tight hole. I kept on pumping and applied lube until it was leaking everywhere. Christian was moaning as he still sucked the bouncer's cock. Bouncer pulled off and told Christian to lick his balls and jerked his cock. His cum shot far and landed on hair, eyes, and all over his face. Leo pulled out his cock and smeared them with his cock. Leo let Christian lick his head but didn't feed his throat like the other guy. I refrained myself and kept my cock inside as he fucked himself a little bit. As bouncer was leaving, he asked James if need to pee and led him out of the room. And I heard the lock. Leo slapped Christian's cheek hard and called him a slut . He wanted to feed Christian's hole the cum on his cock as well as his own. So we switched. He didn't slam it in but he didn't give enough time for Christian's tight hole to relax. Then he started to pump deep strokes. I heard Christian groan as he was picking up his pace of fucking. I looked over and saw Christian's eyes tearing up and saw some blood on Leo's cock as he pulled out. Damn, this boy let him fuck even when it's so painful that he'd cry. As I presented my cock for his mouth, I bent and whispered to him, "Good job, baby.... It's so sexy that you endure even pain for our pleasure." As I looked down at Christian's face, he gave me a shy smile with a little blush.

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

At the baths a couple weeks ago - doin' my regular party, leather, whore thing. I guess it was around 3 am on Saturday morning when I saw these two leather guys in one of the double rooms. The 'boy' was probably around 30, built, pierced nipples, leather harness and chaps. His 'Daddy' was closer to my age (mid 50s) good shape, but thinner, also in a leather harness and chaps. They were kicked back on the bed smoking cigarettes - looked like they were takin' a break. We all nodded at each other, and then I moved on down the hallway toward my room. Fuck! I couldn't decide if I wanted to fuck the boy, or get fucked by his Daddy - and that was assuming they wanted a third party.... I shut the door to my room, grabbed my glass pipe and started warming the bowl with my torch. There was still plenty of T left in the bottom - and in less than a minute I was inhaling a thick column of white smoke deep into my lungs. I lay back and fingered my warm hole while the drug leached into my bloodstream - a combination of cum and lube oozing out onto the black rubber sheet I'd brought with me. My cock wasn't totally ruined by Tina, but it sure wasn't rock hard either. I sat up and fished through my duffle bag until I found the brown pill bottle that held an assortment of favors - X, V, K and more T. I shook a half of a 'little blue pill' out and washed it down with some water. Now I needed to wait about 30 minutes. I took off the two cheap rubber cockrings that I was wearing to make sure my cock had plenty of blood flow, but left the heavy chrome donut ring in place. Even soft, I had to admire the thickness of my pierced cock. It had made many men happy over the years. And even though I consider myself more of a bottom, I still like seeing my meat disappear into a hot man's fuckhole! I laid back with a cigarette and watched Corey Jay fuck himself with a huge dildo on the tiny TV in the room. It was some sort of jail/cop scene, and he was showing the rest of the prisoners how to take cock. Fuck, he's hot! Wish I'd brought my portable DVD player and some BB movies. Nuthin' gets me hornier than seein' big, gapin' muscleholes drippin' cum, or takin' a leatherman's fist. The Viagra was startin' to kick in - my cock was fillin' out with no effort on my part! I smeared some grease on my balls and cinched a leather ballstretcher tightly around them. Pulled my leather harness over my head and snapped on some wide leather armbands above my biceps. Damn! Seeing my reflection in the mirror, I looked pretty fuckin' hot! "Fuck yeah!" I said quietly, boosting my confidence before going on the prowl. It was late, and I was on the 3rd floor, so I didn't worry about walkin' around without a towel or jock. Hell, I wanted everyone to get a good look at my swollen meat. With the cockring, ballstretcher and "00" gauge PA, it was one mean lookin' fucktool. And the Viagra gave it a mind of its own! One last look in the mirror, and I headed out into the hallway. I passed a coupla young twinks who gave me the onceover and giggled nervously as they ran on past. I stuck my head in a few open doorways where a muscled ass would raise off the bed begging to be bred. One room had a guy leaning back against one of the black-painted plywood walls while a hungry cocksucker on his knees slobbered all over his hard cock. I nodded my approval to the top, and he grinned back, sharing the brotherhood of power that a man's pulsing cock holds over a hungry pig. I was almost to the end of the hallway where my boy/Daddy duo had the corner room. The door was still open, and a couple of guys in towels were standing just outside checking out the occupants. They weren't bad looking, but it didn't look like they were into the leather scene (though looks are often deceiving...). My cock twitched at the thought of the 'boy's' rounded ass, framed by his black leather chaps. Being taller than the two guys at the door, I was able to look over their heads into the room. Daddy and boy were still propped on the bed, occasionally taking a drag off their cigarettes. The fluctuating light from the X-rated video gave a kind of strobe effect on their bodies, allowing only bits and pieces to be seen at any one time. They were both slowly stroking their cocks - not really jacking off - just keeping them semihard and showing them off. Daddy was closest to the door, but I think boy noticed me first. He leaned over to Daddy and whispered something in his ear. Daddy slowly nodded and whispered something back. Daddy got up and walked over to the door, reached between the two gawkers, and pulled me by my harness into the room! boy scooted over on the bed, making room for me, while Daddy shut the door and dug through one of their bags on the floor. I was quickly pushed down on the bed and boy swallowed my Viagra-stiff cock in his warm mouth. We were in a 69 position with my boots on the floor and boy's thick cock dangling in my face. I wrapped my hands around his muscular, leather-wrapped thighs, and took his cock in my mouth. In the near-darkness, I could hear Daddy moving around the small room, occasionally growling words of encouragement as he watched his boy service my cock. "That's it boy - suck that big cock. Show 'im what a whore you are. Fuckin' leatherpigwhore! Yeah...that's it! Get it good an' wet... polish that ring, boy...damn he's got a big dick!" I felt Daddy's hand wrap around my leather-wrapped nutsack and give it a slow tug. "Mmmmmmmm," I moaned, not able to say anything with cock stuffed in my mouth. The tension from his hand and boy's sucking made my cock throb to full hardness. My hands wandered from boy's thighs inward to the crack of his musclebutt. He adjusted his legs a little, giving be better access to his butt, and my right index finger found his lubed hole! Just as my finger slid in the boy's hole, Daddy slid his finger in mine. I faked a flinch and a moan of pain, trying to give the effect that I didn't get fucked - much. The more I worked the boy's hole, the more Daddy worked mine. He pulled out for a few seconds, and when he slid his finger back in, I felt that familiar burn! "Oww!" I said, tightening my greasy hole. "Oh, sorry," Daddy said calmly. "I didn't mean to hurt you." The burn spread throughout my hole, turning into a throbbing warmth. I had just been stealthbumped! Our little game continued, with two more booty bumps that I faked not knowing about. I was really hungry now, and needed his cock in my hole. It was all I could do not to throw the boy off, and take his Daddy's cock in me. It wasn't long before I felt the fat cockhead poking my buzzed sphincter. I thought I'd have a little more fun - reaching down, I stroked his fat cock, feeling its heat. "Ya got a rubber, man?" I mumbled, with the boy's cock thumping on my chest. He paused; then reached over to the bedside table and grabbed one of the cheap, foil- wrapped condoms provided by the bathhouse. I glanced toward the wall, and could see him stretching the thin rubber with his thumb until it broke! He rolled the thin rubber onto his cock, and let me feel the ridge at the base of his meat. Satisfied...I spread my legs and let him slide into me. "Fucccckkkkkk!" I moaned, not so much out of pain or ecstasy, but more out of satisfaction that I finally had an almost raw cock fucking me. boy sat up, straddling my face and pinning me down with his muscular ass. I could tell they were kissing, obviously satisfied that their stealth bumping and stealth raw fucking had worked. Daddy picked up the pace of his fucking, and it felt like the shredded condom was rolling back on his cock like a cockring! "Yeah Daddy! Fuck him! Fuck his whore hole!" boy chanted, enjoying watching his Dad's thick cock breeding a strange fuckhole. "Oh fuck! Yeah! Fuck me! Yeah! Unggh! Fuck! Unnggghhh!" I panted, enjoying every deep thrust from the hot leatherman. I heard the two of them whispering, but couldn't hear what they were saying - but I was soon to find out. boy had grabbed the bag of "T" and sprinkled some on his Daddy's cock. More burn as he slid back in - I didn't care now - just enjoying the ride! "I think he likes your dick, Dad!" boy observed. "Yeah! He's good 'n' open now, son. Ya wanna give him a try?" he offered. boy climbed off my face and walked toward the edge of the bed. I was sad to give up the sweaty/cummy smell of his ass, but couldn't wait to get that young, hard cock in me. He was hung thicker than his Daddy, and had a beautiful, thick foreskin that covered his cockhead even when hard. A thick vein ran down the top of the shaft, making it look even thicker. Damn, I needed that dick in me - - - NOW! As Daddy pulled out, I looked down at the remains of the condom hanging from his cock. I tried to give a horrified look - to which he just gave me an evil grin. He knew that I was too fucked up to protest, as his boy pushed my legs back and sank his uncovered cock deep into my pulsing chute. "Holy shit!" I hissed, staring at the two of them with unblinking, drugged eyes. "Fuck!" was all I could say, as my tweeked body gave in completely to the stealth chemfuck! The boy's cock was everything I could have hoped for - rock hard, beercan thick, and burning hot in my ass! The two studs took turns pounding my ass for what seemed like hours. Both had also been partying (I found out later), so neither was able to load me with cum. But on an occasional break, they would open their door to the hallway, and invite strangers to come in and fuck me. Any loads were fucked in deeper by Daddy or his boy. - - - "You havin' a good time, pig?" Daddy asked. "Fuck, yeah!" I grinned back, fingering my vibrating hole. "You know why you're havin' such a good time?" he asked. " 'Cause I'm with two hot guys?" I answered dumbly. "Well, there is that," he grinned, leaning over and kissing his boy deeply. "But, we've been feeding your ass with crystal meth the whole time, an' you are so fuckin' high right now, that you'd do anything to get your hole plowed!" he said, holding up a nearly empty baggy of white crystals. "An' you remember how worried you were about gettin' fucked without a rubber? Well, you've been takin' both our raw poz cocks since we started - - - plus all the guys we brought in here to fuck you are buddies of ours - an' you're full o' poz cum right now. Whachoo think o' that, pig?" he snarled. "I don't fuckin' care, sir. This is the best fuckin' time I've ever had - - - an' I want more of it!" I said staring deeply into his black eyes. "That's my boy!" he grinned, licking his index finger, dipping it in the baggy and shoving the bump up my hole. When I heard my room number being called for renewal, I asked if they were going to be around for awhile. "Yeah - we're here for the weekend - maybe longer," Daddy replied, stroking his glistening cock. I excused myself, and went back to my room to get my towel and go downstairs to renew for another 8 hours.On the way back, I stopped in my room, drank a whole liter of water, smoked a cigarette and fired up my glass pipe (like I needed it!). Amazingly, the Viagra was still working, and my cock was still pretty hard. I went back to their room, and we continued playing on and off until Sunday afternoon. By that time, I had fucked both of them, and we had progressed to dildos and fists - - - and the occasional hung stranger . I never let on that I knew about their stealthing from the beginning - - - knowing that it helped to fuel their fantasy about turning a safesex puritan into a raw, Tina whore!

The next few entries are going to cover my very recent trip to Berlin. I stayed in Schoneberg for 5 night, I'm typing this as I've just got back my ass and cock are still tender and the memories are still fresh. I fly in to Berlin during the day and get to my apartment in less than an hour, it's a nice apartment with a great price, at first I couldn't believe it but I booked through ebab(a breedingzone user's suggestion) the week before I flew to Berlin I looked through both recon and bbrt to make up a top-do fucklist, I can now say that I never met one person from that list. I decided to take it easy for the first night so I looked at some of the tamer gay restaurants and bars in schoneberg. I came across one place that had a few people scattered throughout the bar, I sit up at the bar and politely ask "Sprechen Sie Englisch?" "A liddle?" the barman replies, he is very slim twinkish type who through some conversation, learned that he was from Prague and a singer, I casually asked him about the places in the surrounding area. "Well Toms is good for drinking and sex downstairs, there's New Action, next to that is the Bull, but don't go there, it's nasty. Everyone has AIDS" I can't get across tone in text form but if you could hear the disgust in his voice when he mentioned The Bull and his facial expression it might make you as uncomfortable as I was. Here's a guy who has no idea who he is talking to in Berlin, in the gay area and he says something like that to a stranger. One of his many favourite songs come on the radio and he begins to clap dance and wave his arms about while singing alone, putting on his own little show for the uninterested patrons, who seem like they've seen it all before. I finish my drink, and leave. I walk down to Cafe Heile Welt and head inside, it's a swank fancy bar, chilled out and full of guys and girls. The bar is full but there are some seats close by. As I sip on my third beer, I look around to see what kind of folk drinks here, seems to be the kind of folk who just out of the office, not exactly people I relate to. Then some older Italian gentleman at the bar raises his glass to toast me, I raise mine in return. We start talking, and he offers me a drink. After a while he leans in and start kissing, then he works his way to my neck(which I love) I grab at his crotch and he has a fat piece, he tell me to follow him to the toilet. He gets up and leaves. I get up after him, and as I walk in he is pissing into the urinal. He looks surprised that I followed him, maybe I misheard him. He shakes the last few drops of piss from his dick, it's a nice size, and looks semi-erect. He gives me a look and then looks down at his cock. I squat down and start sucking, I can taste the few drops of beer that leak out of his slit onto my tongue, and swallow him down to the balls, he pushes my head into his groin so hard that he stumbles back a little when my weight leans forward, he pulls his cock out, the only thing connecting us is the thick string of spit from my lips to his dick. "Would you like to finish your drink and come to mine?" "Yes please" I answer. I wasnt exactly searching for sex on the first night, but hey, I was ready for it. "Do you have poppers?" "I can get some" We walk up the street and he runs into a bar called Schuene to get poppers. I wait outside, as the door swings back open I can see from a glance that the place is a lot sleazier that the bars Ive seen so far. What lay ahead? I wondered. We get back to his nice apartment, and strip off and kiss, I suck his cock some more, as it grows I realise exactly what I'm in for. Oh dear. He puts me in the doggy position, a position I've never been most comfortable being fucked in for some reason, always makes me feel like I need to pee, but I go with it. Luckily he applies lube first, then slowly pushes it in, which catches my breath. Prior to this I hadn't been fucked for a month or two. It slid in and stayed deep for a while until my ass adjusted to it's girth, then he begins to fuck. Before long my legs are over my head and he's drilling my stretched hole. No mention of a condom and I didn't even go to the Bull, so much for that barman's skewed sense of how sex works. I moan in pleasure, "Do you want poppers?" I had totally forgotten about the poppers, was having too much fun. I take a deep hit from the freshly opened bottle, woah these are strong. I feel the thumping of my heart rate increasing. He starts to drive down harder, I feel his balls slapping my ass. So hot! I grip his hips and pull him into me, and deep and hard as I can. He spins me over onto my stomach, slams his cock into me all the way, wraps one arm around my neck and opens the poppers. Holding them under my nose as he grinds away inside me. The strength of the poppers is making me foggy and I begin to fade. He slams harder and faster as I go limp, my hole finally gives away and takes his pounding with no resistance. He moans, groans, and grunts and shoots ones right up into my guts. I pass out with exhaustion and popper rush. I feel tingling in my legs and come to. He pushes his fingers up into my hole, and then his knuckles really working his cum up in there. I turn around and kiss him then squeeze the last few drops of cum from his cock into my mouth. We sleep, go for brunch the next day and exchange numbers... By the time I got back to my apartment it was nearly evening, which meant it was time to get ready for a night out on the town. I wanted to check out TOM's, so I get ready and head out at about 10PM. I enter the club, there is a bar to my right and coat check to my left, there are a handful of people sitting at the bar and one of two guys on the benches opposite. I perch myself on the barstool and grab a beer. One or two overly confident scantily dressed guys pace the bar area cruising for someone to take downstairs into the darkroom. Two Arabs sitting next to me at the bar strike up a conversation with me. They are both thin and approx early thirties. One guy takes a shine to me and tells me all about himself, I'm not too interested and try to look for some other dudes while being polite. He tells me his fetish is feet and guys stomping food and making him(as a slave) eat it from the sole of their shoe. "To each his own" I thought. It's a relatively safe fetish compared to some of the activities I've gotten up too. "Can I lick your feet please?" he asks me. "Aaah it's not really my thing, I'm more bottom" at this point I'm ready to check out another section of the bar. He keeps pleading with me to just try it, then his friend also asks. There is only so many times I can say no, so I tell him just a few minutes. His face lights up. "Ok let me take you to the dark rooms". The dark rooms in Tom's are, well, dark. A pitch black maze, with audible groans and slapping and rutting going on. This gets me hard immediately. I have no interest in the guy I'm with or the kink he's into, but my imagination is running wild with the thoughts of sex I could be having. He leads me into a seated area and I take a seat. He then squats down and grabs my right foot and takes a large lick of the sole of my boot. God only knows what I've been stepping in down here, this guy is doing something I simply couldn't. But he's really getting into it, I push my left foot against his crotch to feel a hard lump. He then pulls off my boot and smells inside, all the while pushing my other foot harder against his dick. He then presses my (white) socked foot against his face and breathes in deep, just like he is taking a hit of poppers. I start to get into it, and I'm becoming aroused. He opens up wide and swallows all of my toes, pushes on my heel to get my foot deep in his mouth and makes himself gag on my foot. The idea of wet socks for the rest of the night is loosing appeal to me. So I tell him to take them off, he does this with pleasure. I then get the most awesome tongue bath I've every had, never experienced this before but woah, it's a hot feeling. After drenching both my feet in his saliva, I'm feeling horny as fuck. So I grab his head and bury it in my crotch, grinding on his mouth and nose and just generally humping his face. Before things can get interesting, his friend finds him and complains he's bored. At this point both men start arguing in a very camp annoying way. "Fuck this" I think, I'm going to The Bull. The Bull is a 5 minute walk from TOM's, I buy a bottle of Rush from behind the bar and make my way down. I get there and it seems from the outside like a very nondescript bar. My heart starts to thump, it's a similar feeling to that I got before I entered my first gay bar in New York. How far I've come since those days, what a difference a year makes, huh? I build up the courage and enter the bar. It's a small bar, dive like, with different porn playing on each TV all bareback, all raunchy. I check my coat in and buy an energy drink. I've had enough beer and need my energy up. There was about 3 people at the bar, so I went straight ahead to the back room. It had an area where people slept, I later learned this bar stays open 24/7 so people can nap off the alcohol or whatever other chemicals were coursing through their veins. There was a fuck bench, a sling, and a benched area all around with guys sitting jerking off. I walk around the backroom advertising myself to those who look like tops. One older muscled guy see's me and calls me over, he is sitting down playing with his soft cock, fully nude. I stand in front of him and he pulls up my t-shirt and kisses my stomach. Then forces me down to his crotch and slowly positions my face in between his balls and inner thigh. I begin to kiss him. Then move to his balls, they are nicely scented low hangers, I swallow both and look up to see his face, he nods in approval then pushes his soft cock in with both balls, so his genitals are resting deep in my mouth. I fondle everything with my tongue, and feel his cock swelling, I then work his cock. He likes me swallowing it deep, which I love also. When I eventually come up for air I get a whack across the face, and he pushes my head back down on to his cock and thrusts like hell. His dick is still only semi-erect so it's easy to take down my throat, it feels nice as it's large but soft. I come up for air and met with another hard smack across the face. He speaks something in German, "Ich spreche kein deutsch" I tell him, "You like?" he asks in a deep manly voice. I nod "yes". He turns me around so I'm facing away from him, then bends me over. He pushes his semi-hard cock against my hole, I try to push out to allow him to enter me, it bends against my hole then eventually pops in. He begins to fuck his soft dick into me deep and rough. He is quite aggressive, I start to wonder if it's because of his lack of erection. His eyes seem a little spaced, I wouldn't be surprised if he had taken something. This seems like the kind of place, plus at this stage it's early morning, and all the freaks are out He pulls out and makes me suck him again. I do my very best to make him grow inside my mouth but it isn't happening. I feel two hands take me from behind as I'm working this soft cock. The person takes off all my clothes, then penetrates me with two fingers. The cock in my mouth is swelling again. He flips me around, and jams it in again, there is a large black guy in front of me wagging his cock. I swallow it down like a good boy. I try to concentrate on both giving good head and squeezing his friends cock with my hole. I get a few hard spankings from both guys as I do my thing. I take a huff from my bottle of rush. I start to realise the sleaziness of the situation, it drives me wild, I love being used, and think of the mentality of the tops using me. It turns me on further. The white guy pulls out and his cock is still only semi erect. He shoves my head down to take care of it. I then feel the black dude at my back door, his dick really hurts going in, I take another large hit, I feel his dick press against my bladder, it's uncomfortable. I'm taken away from the sitting soft German by the large black guy. He throws me in the sling. Then enters me slow. I take another hit, I feel pretty high. He grunts and groans as his dick slams against my insides. I feel like my inner organs are being shifted around, I really want him to stop but don't want to pussy out. "This is what you wanted" I tell myself, "This is why you came to Berlin, so take it!" As I'm being skewered by this big black man he sticks his fingers in my mouth and grips my jaw, like a handle, and fires off like he's about to cum. He cums, groans and collapses on top of me. He pats me on the face to indicate a job well down. As his dick leaves my holes I feel some of the cum seep out and down my back, between me and the sling. I reach under to feel some and smell it, it's a strong cummy smell. As the black guy leaves a filthy looking skinhead parks himself right at my hole at the base of the sling. He slaps my open hole with his fat cock, it's not as large as the black guys, which makes me happy, as I get a break. This guy looks fucked, jaw is gurning, glassy eyes, piercings on his face, tattoos, very sleazy, very hot. He has a large metal cock ring at the base of his cock and balls. He slides his dick in with ease. It makes me tingle, I take another hit of poppers. My heart thumps in sync with the loud dance music(I guess that's why they play it) without hesitation he penetrates me deep, pushes against my ass hard, I feel the metal ring enter me, it's so fucking hot. He fucks away, balls slapping, he's dripping sweat on me, this guy is high and loving being inside my ass, and I'm loving it too. He pulls me into him, and we make-out, he tongues me deep. He grips both hands around my throat and squeezes. I get tunnel vision, sound becomes distorted. I wake up in the sling. The skinhead is fucking me like crazy whilst pushing down hard on my stomach, I feel the stinging pain that I have to pee. He's trying to get me to piss myself. But I simply can't. I ask him to stop, he does. "Would you like to go to my apartment?" he asks me in a strong German accent. I accept the invite. I pick up my clothes from the dirty floor, and get dressed, we head out into the daylight, it's blinding, the skinhead is dressed entirely in leather, he looks like a comic book character. I'm very turned on. He brings me back to his place. The more I'm with him, the more I notice how incredibly high he is. We get back to his and I strip off, he throws me on his couch and pushes my legs behind my head. He enters me dry, no lube, no prep. Slowly pushing himself deeper into me until it reached the cold metal of his cock ring. After some fucking, he takes his dick out, and presses both of his large smooth balls against my hole, he tries sitting down so they will go in. I push out hard to open my hole, some more of the black guy's cum pours out "Oh yaaah geile!" his balls slide into my ass. The feeling is incredible, it brings me directly back to new york during the meth binge. Only I'm not on meth, and I don't want to be either, I've achieve that level of horniness without the use of drugs. He fucks me for an hour or so more, as deep and as hard as possible, my hole has totally submitted it just craves cock hard fast deep. We both collapse on the couch in a sweaty pile. "Did you cum?" I ask, expecting the answer to be no on the count of the drugs. He smiles, "Three times". Hell yeah. Just what I needed to hear. I'm tingling and exhausted, I fall asleep for a few hours and wake up covered by a blanket with him sitting next to me watching TV. What a nice dude, for such a sleaze ball(like myself lol) He gives me his PlanetRomeo handle and I get stepping, it's a surprisingly short walk back to my apartment, I'm spent. I get into the shower and push out a healthy load of cum. I'm on cloud 9, I've decided I need to be here. This was a nice introduction to The Bull but the best was yet to come. "Ich liebe Berlin!"

I grew up in ST Louis but now live in burbs of KC. I became poz about 30 years ago and I became the sober good safe sex guy but after my lover died and then all my poz friends had gone back to barebacking when the new HIV meds came out. Although I have relatively good looks, negative guys would turn me down because I was poz and poz guys just wanted me to give up being sober and bareback anyone anytime. I was confused and horny. My friends in AA said you will met the right guy but it wasn’t happening. I started going to sites like BBRT and Breeding Zone. I finally broke down one night and went back to the baths. It was great to fuck without rubber to feel my cum go down a guy’s ass and to take loads too but now guys were offering me serious drugs. Pot made me goofy but I always fantasized about doing Meth. All the stories in Breeding Zone made it sound incredible but there were also the risks. I finally decided I didn’t care and I hooked up with a guy who was having supplied delivered to house. He wanted to help him slam and I agreed if I could smoke some Tina. He got out the glass cock pipe put a few shards in and lit the torch took a hit and showed me how to do it. Soon I was shotgunning with him and was incredibly horny. I tried to slam him but his veins were bad so his supplier came in and slammed us both. He started to give me the same amount as my new found Tina friend but I told him this was my first time. He slammed with a much smaller dose and then the supplier slammed himself and gave us some extra Tina if we would fuck together. My partner and I agreed and we were up from 7 at night until 4 in the afternoon fucking and fisting. We had Gatorade and lots of water and took some vitamins earlier. I felt tired and had a bit of a headache but I am kicking in big time for the stash next week. I don’t know where this road will go but I am enjoying the ride. I cannot pretend to think I will be a normal user but who knows? http://www.asspig.com/home

Moving to Atlanta Almost Broke I am moving to Atlanta from Boise, Idaho. The reason may already be obvious, but I love black dick. My first blowjob was to my black best friend Adrian. Until now I have had a few black cocks in my juicy white ass, but I was on a cold streak a couple of months back. "Louisiana", a 9 in uncut black cock guy, had fucked me over 5 different times, but disappeared back to Louisiana I guess. I was desperate so I posted an ad in the Atlanta CL section because that's where Google said the most Gay Black men lived as I had searched. Within a few hours I had found out many big black dicks want to own me in that city!! I have no less than 5 for sure ass fucks, and 2 possible daddies. Today, this one stud, Will, text me randomly and it changed my life!! He said, "man I'm so fuckin interested in you I wish you were here not Idaho." I thought for one second before an overflow of emotion hit me and my decision was completely made. I would fly to Atlanta the first chance I got. August 12 or 14 is my target date. I'll be fine. I just need to get there. I'm black cock owned and it feels really good actually. I'll update you on the story of my BBC addiction and subsequent move to Atlanta for my White Slavery to begin....

FUCK. HOT. More please!

getting hotter and wish it was me getting all those cocks for sure

Hot. Would love to read more of Zips adventures.

Met a guy online who mostly tops but wanted to take his first ever load. I had a 5 day load for him. He came over and stripped down to his jock. We did a little sucking, then he bent me over and rimmed me deep. After getting me nice and wet, he stood up and shoved his thick cock in and pounded my ass for a bit. We switched positions and I rimmed and fucked him. We flipped a few times but I wanted to breed his ass so I fucked him hard and gave him his first ever load. Then he bred my ass. It was hot. I definitely created a monster as he later found another guy to breed his ass.

Damn this story is amazing thanks for the orgasms. Keep up the great work

Loved it. Can't wait to get my hole pozed.

So fucking hot

Sleazy Scally Lad Fucking Breeding Raw Outside Sorted lad always dishing the filth watch me as i breed this cunt deep outside then make the worthless it clean my dick !!! http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=l1Wxb-G404-#.VdU8W_m6e00

That's the weirdest thing I've ever read. And I've read some REALLY weird stuff.

One of the reasons to go on it is to not worry about every little thing when having sex. Go for it, you won't regret it.

there are huts and tents and hot tubs and slings and little structures with porn and glory holes and a long winding fuck path and a pool in addition to the hotel rooms there are tons of places to play

Last Sunday a friend invited me to a toga party. It was near a university. He said these are fun and I might like it. Rules are all sex is bareback. Expect a number of guys to cum in your ass. Since it a mix of male and female ,the female are advised that a number of guys will cum inside of them. Take birth control measure. We got there at 9pm. When we entered we had to strip naked and put on this toga or sheet. We did that and entered. There were two floors and it was crowded. I went to the bar and had a beer. I was standing when a young twink came up behind me. He lifted up the back of my toga and proceeded to shove his dick in me. After a few minutes he wiispered he was going to cum. He proceed to go deep inside and shoot his load. He pulled out and another twink went right in. He also came inside me. After that I went upstairs. This hot young girl started to blow me. She then lifted up her toga and spread her legs.i shoved mu dick in her and could feel I was not the first. I came in her pussy. All total I took six loads in my ass and fucked two girls. Nice party

Eat it then Breed it

I want to leave with your cum dripping out of my ass

SKIN IS IN!!!

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

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.

love when a bottom submits to being in a chastity device. it signifies that he is there to take loads, and his cock does not matter for sex.

WOOO HOO!! Today has been a very good day...ONE Craigslist add and 6 loads in and a 7th on the way...THIS one want to fist the other loads further up! I am a very luck whore today..wow. This never happens....

Yeah forgot to say this before ... but more please!

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

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

I'm a 26 year old, totally cocky straight white jock dude, definitely the alpha dude in my group of buds, but I have have a major dirty kinky secret: I get off being fucked in the ass by guys. It started out just watchin' porn on the 'net and jerking off while fantasizing about being the guy on the bottom, the tops just using me like a hole for cock. I tried to repress the thoughts (and feelings), but shit, the more I tried not to think about it, the more it fuckin' turned me on knowing I had this secret nasty side that my girl and buds had no clue about. First time I was with a buddy kiteboarding in Mexico. A bunch of us dudes were hanging out afterwards and a Mexican dude had Tina and passed it around. I got fucked up big time on that shit and totally lost control. Late that night after my buddy left with some girl I ended up in this dirty bathroom on the beach with my boardshorts pulled down bent over with the Mexican guy that had the Tina fucking me in the ass until he dumped his cum in me and walked out. I was totally freaked out but also horned up big time by how fuckin' dirty it was. Next day I was freaked out thinking my bud would know something was up but it turned me on big time thinking about knowing he had no clue I let some dude fuck my ass. Later that night I was at the bar with my buddy and I saw the Mexican guy again I was both turned on and nervous since my buddy was there. The Mexican guy was cool, though not given up what happened last night. After my buddy left with some other chick I asked the Mexican dude if he had more T. He laughed knowin what I really was askin' for was to get fucked up and get his cock up my ass. So, yeah, I got fucked up on T that night and spent all night like a dirty fuckin' whore being used by the Mexican guy. It was nasty. I sucked his cock let him fuck my face, slap me around, fuck my ass, spit on me and treat me like a total whore and ended up with a few loads of his cum in my ass. Next day me and my buddy drove home - I could barely sit in car with my ass in pain from the cock I took the night before, but man I was boned all the way home. That was about six months ago. Since then I've become a total cum dump for Mexican guys. This shit is totally a deep dark secret but I get off sneaking around without my girl or buddies knowing that I will let any Mexican guy fuck and cum in my ass if he wants to.

I really need to find a chubby chaser to pin me down, and breed my ass.

I took a look at your profile. Looking good and I can imagine plenty will be happy to pay $200/hour. Most of your clients, who quite likely will be married or partnered or closeted, will be as afraid of getting an STI from you as you are of picking up one from them, so yes most will want to use a condom anyway. Keep the price up, earn a reputation for honesty and respect to encourage honest and respectful clients and you'll make a fortune in time as a top class international escort. Good luck to you

EXACTLY. I had a friend who said he got it from sucking dick, IMO cause he didnt want to tell his BF at the time, he was out getting fucked, when he pretended to be all top. While not as insignificant as oral, topping is also less risk, and I find it amusing that more than a few guys will also claim they got it from topping, only to find out later they bottom often.

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.

I like pissing inside asses. Especially if the bottom doesn't know it's coming. I let him think I'm just recovering after shooting my load and am reluctant to pull out lol. I fucking love it when the warmth starts to spread and they reaiize what's happening lol.

I love found underwear- prefer to own all my underwear at someone elses dollar . In the last 5 weeks, I have scored 2 usable jockstraps ( both Nasty Pig brand ) that I found tossed aside by the sling at Slammer- our local sex club. They were both soggy and messy, and i stashed them until I was ready to head home, then retrieved them . At $22 or more each, i figure they paid for my entry and then some both times. I have a Bike jock , white, that I spotted on the on ramp to the interstate near my house. !st time I saw it I was late for work, the next day it had blown to the shoulder, and on the 3rd day, I had a good gap behind me as I pulled on the ramp, so I pulled off just before the jock, ran up and grabbed it- complete with a tire tread mark on it- and have worn often. Probably have about 20 or more jocks in my collection found this way. And for the petty thieves out there- those gym lockers with the mesh air vent fronts, where guys leave their gear hanging- - a coat hanger can fish thru the mesh oening, snag the jock and extract it back ou the front of the locker just fine-- probably scored a dozen like that when I was in high school

Yeah man I've done that a couple times when I need Mexican dick bad and quick. Drive through Home Depot lot in the morning. A couple regular day laborers know I'm there looking for Mexican dick - meet up in the back near the dumpsters where its private/hidden just drop my pants take a couple loads and go. Big time get off on the dirtiest fuckin' looking Mexicans using my hole like a cum dump like that.