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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....

First post guys, I've been inspired by some really hot content on here and thought I'd stop being a spectator. Let me know what you think and if you want more. Tanner was destined to be an amazing athlete - that's what his coaches had always said, the boy had commitment, drive, energy and, above all else the raw physical stamina and speed needed to be a really great little athlete. He could pretty much get a scholarship for anywhere at the rate he was going and, two-weeks after his 18th birthday had colleges across the country begging him to attend. He was a 6ft tall, blond adonis: soft blue eyes, tan skin, gorgeous jawline with a dusting of dark blonde stubble - if athletics didn't want him, he could have made a fortune as a model: every girl who saw him wanted him and every boy was desperate to be him or, be in him. However, as far as Jake had got out of him, he'd only had two girlfriends in the past and never fucked - just some oral. So a tight little virgin too. I'm something of a sportsman myself well.... more of a hunter to be fair I'm 42 years old and probably in the best shape of my life. I'd packed on the muscle and my hairy chest expanded with even the slightest breath. I was built like a bear but with a body carved from stone after spending hours at the gym and on the field. I was a burly guy and, so I'd been told, a hot, daddy type. That suited me fine as I liked nothing more than dicking hot young twinks and jocks, letting them feel safe in my company before chemming up their innoncent cunts with G and Tina and fucking them full of my poz-babymakers. I'd played sports when I was young and there was something about the smell of a jock that got my juices going and, by far, my greatest conquest, was a local swimmer boy - Jake. A few years' ago I'd been at a swim-meat, scouring for talent when he was competing in his first adult competition: by farm the hottest boy in the entire place, fresh-faced 18 year old perfection.Tight, lean muscle, black hair, green eyes, big package - I had to have him. He ended up winning his competition and, that night, having chatted to him previously and asserted myself as a trust-worthy older jock type, invited him back to my room, smoked him out and fucked his tight, gold-medalled cunt into the chem stratosphere. Jake was a favourite bottom of mine from there on in and, right up until he left for college - we'd fucked a few of his school friends and swimming buddies into the poz brotherhood but, our dual hunts came to an end when he left: or that's what I thought. Tanner had applied to Jake's college and was thinking about joining their athletics programme. Jake had been 'buddied' up with the boy to try and convince him - Jake took that responsibility very seriously as soon as he saw Tanner's gorgeous body. I got a phone call from Jake that night, desperate for me to help him 'convince' Tanner to attend. Having heard Jake's description of the little 18 year old stud, I was intrigued and, when Jake mentioned Tanner was going to stay with him at his frat-house for the Easter weekend - couldn't turn down the invitation of pozzing another little jock boy. All of Jake's frat would be home for easter and we'd have his place to ourselves. More to come... Tanner would arrive on Friday and I would arrive on Saturday. Tanner and Jake would spend Saturday morning getting 'sports enemas' at Jake's local health centre ("you know" he'd told Tanner "it's super good for athletes") and then he'd drop Tanner off at the house where I'd be waiting before heading out on an 'errand' leaving me with the hot little, cleaned-out stud. I'd make him feel comfortable, get him used to my presence, spend the rest of the day getting in the boy's head before Jake returned with enough Tina to turn the boy from neg innocent to poz pig in three easy steps. I'd send Jake out to a dealer I knew in the area, a real 'good-guy' with a sweet supply of everything you'd need for a night of long-jock-dicking. He'd have everything I need for a four-day weekend of hole-wrecking. I'd phoned ahead - boys like Tanner don't come around so often; his initiation had to be special, dedicated and long. You don't just fuck a boy like Tanner, you have to ruin a boy like Tanner. "Mention my name to Steve" I said to Jake, "He'll have a kit ready for me - it'll have everything I need" "What about money?" Jake said I laughed, "Don't worry, Steve is going to get paid in other currency" I said, grinning. "Hahaha...sweet" Jake said and disappeared out the door leaving me in my web - waiting for my prey. Saturday came around, I'd flown cross-state rather than drive and got a taxi to the frat house from the airport. The boys were already out so, using the key Jake had sent me, I made myself comfortable, surveying the house for the perfect 'pozzing space'. Around mid-morning the door opened and the boys tumbled in, laughing like regular 'bros'. "Hey there" I shouted from the living room. "Ah, hey man!" Jake said warmly, coming into the room and giving me a bear-hug - fuck I'd missed how that tight torso felt against my own abs. "Hey, Tanner, this is Simon...Si this is Tanner...a hot new recruit" I caught Jake's eyes as he said the last words and smirked. "Hey dude" Tanner said, shaking my hand firmly. He was even better than Jake described - tall, muscular, ripped stud with short, cropped blond hair and piercing baby-blue eyes, thick calves and the roundest, most perfect little ass. The boy was gorgeous, hours in the gym, hours on the track...I couldn't wait for him to spend hours on all-fours. We all talked for a bit, laughed about the enemas (got our little friend talking about sex as quickly as we could) before Jake made his excuses and promptly left leaving me to relax and prep our gorgeous boy-toy. Tanner was awkward at first but, I soon got him talking, confiding in me - it was a gift really, I guess the age differential made boys think I was trustworthy. He told me about the girls back home and how they gave the worst head... "You ever let a boy suck you" I said nonchalantly, he visibly jumped "No!" He said, agitated I laught "jeez dude, fuck! It's just a dick and a mouth - do you honestly think it fucking matters?" He relaxed and, we went back and forth like that for a bit till I made an excuse to look at a picture hanging behind him. I stood directly in front of him, my cock visibly pulling at the fabric of my jeans, pretending to admire the painting. "Dude...you've got a monster..." Tanner said almost without thinking. "Oh, this" I said, forcing a bit more blood into my already firm dick. He looked up at me and, as he did, I saw a tiny window of opportunity. As we locked eyes, I grabbed his chin and softly kissed his beautiful lips. He pulled away for a moment, his chin still in my hand before once again joining my lips against his and kissing. For a boy without experience he wasn't a bad kisser - a bit hesitant but, that would change. I leaned in, lowering myself onto him, straddling him as he sat on the chair. "I've... I mean, I'm not..." he said, braking the kiss. "shhh" i said, pushing my tongue back into him as he moaned. "Don't worry" I whispered back, "we're just fooling around" "Yeah" he laughed, nervously, shifting his weight around on the chair so as not to let his erect cock touch me. "Listen dude, Jake isn't back for ages - let's just enjoy ourselves, yeah?" "Ok" Tanner said, as we kissed again and I slipped my hand up his polo to feel those stong, taught ab muscles. "Jesus" I thought "this boy is going to get so fucked" We made out for a long time, building his trust, elevating the boy's hormones - getting that consuming, teenage testosterone pumping through his veins. We'd moved to the floor and I'd managed to pull his pants and briefs down to expose that round little jock-butt. As we moaned into each other I began pushing the boy's boundaries - literally, maneuvering myself behind him as he squatted on all fours. "Time to show you what your anus can really do" I thought as I spat on my index finger and, finding his virgin tight boy hole, began pushing in. He started to squirm away from me but, I held his legs fast under mine and kept my finger pressing against his sphincter. A bit more saliva and my finger pushed past the tight walls of his outer ring, feeling it pulse and contract around my knuckle. The boy was going to be a tight ride, that was for sure (at least, at first anyway) and, as I massaged the lining of his cunt I couldn't help but loose myself in the silk lining of that glorious little boy-pussy, probing it with my finger like I was making love to that tight hole. It was almost too good; whole minutes passed before I realised I still had work to do - this boy wasn't nearly ready to become the cumdump he was made to be; in one move I whipped my finger out of his puckering hole. "That good baby boy?" I said, as his ass closed tight behind me. "Fuck yeah" he responded, "never knew it could feel that good" "It's going to get so much better" I whispered in his ear, resting my cockhead against his perfect butt as I bit his neck and ear. I felt him tense up as my cock rested against his hole: I loved the electricity that seemed to dance over his skin with the thrill of doing something 'forbidden', his breathing deep, shallow, masculine. "You thinking about getting fucked there boy?" He bit his lip and, I could tell he was still conflicted. "We totally don't have too" I said, teasing his hole with the tip of my finger. "Don't even worry, we can just fool around" I assured, picturing that perfect pink hole stretched about my hairy arm as I massaged some random, anonymous cum into the walls of his teenage, partied-out, boy-hole. "Yeah, maybe..Do you mind? Maybe we could just fool around a bit" he said, as I gently pushed my digit back into him. "...Besides" he moaned as I finger fucked him. "Jake will be home soon" My eyes darted to the clock on the wall above the chair... "8:45pm...15 minutes...Jake better be here then" I thought, as I worked that boy's hole over. There was going to come a point when I'd simply end up raping Tanner without some good ol'fashioned chemical lovin. I pulled my finger out of him and replaced it with my tongue: feeling him contract even more against the new experience: his clothed jock-body shivering in front of me as his outer ring quivered and expanded as my tongue probed deeper.

Who here likes piss up the ass? Nothing hotter than the feel of a hard cock in your ass and the warm fill of his piss.

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!"

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

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

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....

This was a few years ago to PNP. Meet the guy I was to party with on line. Get to his house told I never slammed before so he got everything ready and found my vein quickly and was off coughing and flying.I never asked his name. I started of sucking him and watching porn a few hours go buy after getting fucked and sucking he called his guy to bring more stuff. His guy arrives they set up three more points one for each of us this was around 12am they helped me and did them self's . The next 7 hour were a blast. Cock kept going from my ass to my mouth we even did some chem piss play in my ass. I don't know how many times both men breed my ass. I left sore and with a big smile and dripping cum from my ass

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

Hot. Would love to read more of Zips adventures.

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

This series of posts keeps me logging in daily for the updates!

I used to have a very strict set of requirements for who I had sex with, but once I started barebacking exclusively I started craving loads and those requirements became more like preferences and I'm sure will soon be more like options

Oh fuck that's some hot shit!

So fucking hot

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 plenty of indoor and outdoor play spaces at CCBC. It is a gay resort and I'm sure if rooms are available they will rent them to you at the usual price. I don't recall any beds, but there are indoor slings. Go and get a locker and don't be shy about having sex with people watching!

Take every load you can. Enjoy the cum flowing out your hole.

"I hate condoms" Not very catchy, but effective and to the point. No questions asked.

4. I didn’t have long to wait after the first guy was done with me. It seemed like word had gotten out that there was a free cock that was open for riding. I must have had at least 6 guys come in all of them bottoms working my cock to frenzy. Pounding their asses on my raw dick and shooting their cum all over my face. As I lay there panting and once again humping empty air I heard another bottom come in to ride my cock. I felt a warm tongue clearing away the cum from my face and eyes. The filthy fucker was damn hungry for it too. In under a minute he had cleaned away the most of it, though my eyes still burned. As I cracked open my eye I wish he hadn’t. He was old and one of those trolls that you know has been taken raw cock since the 70’s. his skin hung on his frame and his belly was slightly distended. I knew he had to be sick at least with one if not more STIs. His hands roughly grabbed my cock and pulled out the plug and the ring. Clear slightly pink fluid dribbled out. My piss slit must have been chaffed from all thos fuckers bouncing on my cock. The toxic fucker reached into the drawer and pulled out a toothbrush and grabbed my cock. Furiously working the stiff bristles all over my over sensitive head. I screamed into my gag and tried to thrash back and forth as the brush scrapped the shaft and head of my cock , causing little abrasions all over. Smiling at me the fucker licked the tooth brush and then shoved it in his own ass. A mix of pain and pleasure going across his face as he tore up his own hole. My eye got wide in fear as he climbed on top of me and began rubbing his bloodied hole against my scratched and raw cock. “Shhhhhh sweet boy gonna give you one more ride tonight and make it all sink in. After me so few people will fuck you I know I will have you back. And you can fuck me all the time like I want. Yes no one will want your dirty poz cock in their asses but I will. Though I doubt I will be the one to give it to you. All those poz loads on your face and in your eyes, im sure you must have caught something by now” With that he sank onto my cock and the feeling was amazing. I moaned into the gag as I slide into his loose hole. The cum and blood in his ass making the perfect lube mixing with the blood and cum on my cock. I was so warm in him so smooth it felt amazing. He rocked back and forth slowly working my cock and milking me with his well-trained ass muscles. He was jacking his cock leaking poz precum all over me. Soon I could see his breathing start to get harder and my heart sank. He was going to shoot before me and I was going to be left still hard and horny. I started to fuck faster getting closer and closer, pounding my raw cock into his hole. Feeling every scape and scratch and working his toxic ass and previous loads into me cock . Finally I hit the edge and pushed over climaxing and arching my back so hard I lifted us both off the bed, just as he shot his loads raining down on my face and belly. As I came down form my orgasm I must have passed out. The next thing I knew I was waking up in the bed and my arms and legs were untied. My poor deflated and bruised cock lay limp on my thigh where I noticed I had also been bruised after hours of been slammed into. On the dresser next to the bed was a card that read “You were good as a top…wanna try bottom?” and listed a phone number on the back I dragged my aching body to the showers and cleaned off and trudged home wondering what I would do…

Sitting at my desk at work with a hard cock from reading this. Squeezing under my desk.

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?

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.

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 was in LA for work and as I got back to my hotel room, I was dying to party and get fucked again. At the front desk, I started to check in with a cute young white man then a handsome black man came over and started to small talk with me as he took over the process as the white boy stood aside. I thought it odd but I was too horny and dying to get naked in my room ASAP. The man called a hot dark skinned boy to carry my bags to my room and as soon as the boy left, I started to play my home made porn of me getting bred by many dark cocks of black and Dominican males on my ceiling with my portable projector as I signed online to look for local fun. I got many hits at first but after chatting with some of them, I settled on a black and white interracial couple who partied as well. The black guy was on mobile and told me he was close to my hotel and offered to come and meet me at the hotel. I was a bit hesitant at first but as soon as he mentioned that he could hook me up with a connection as well, I gave in and gave him the information. It wasn't even 10 minutes after, that I heard a knock on my door as I was getting undressed for a quick clean up before my guest arrived. I grabbed the robe and tried to get it on as I headed for the door. Before I reached the door, I heard the card key swipe and my door started to open. I froze on the spot with the bathrobe over my naked body with only one arm in as I watched my hotel room door open and the same black man from the front desk appear. He quickly closed the door behind him and said, "hope you don't mind but I'd figured you wouldn't". He walked towards me and pulled my body in his arms and started to kiss me deep and my already open my mouth accepted his kiss that lasted for a long time. He managed to slip a pill in my mouth when he pulled away from me that tasted really bad. I quickly grabbed a bottle from his hand as he offered it to me to wash down the taste. He took hold of both the bottle and my head and didnt release the hold til he emptied the every drop of the liquid from the bottle. Then his strong arms lifted my whole body and held it tight as he kissed me again. My mind started to get cloudy with lust and my body started to get hungry for sex as the man contained his intense kiss. When his tongue left my mouth, I was completely naked with drool leaking on the side of my mouth and my asshole rapidly opening and closing with hunger for his cock. He reached under me and felt my hole and I was out of control. I tried to wiggle my body to feel more of his finger. He laughed and answered my body's plea with two fingers, one from each hand. He also had a tiny solid at the tips of his fingers that he pushed deep into me. It wasn't burning like Tina so I used my inside muscle to help him push it really deep into me. He started to pull his fingers apart roughly stretching my hole wide. It hurt my body so good and made my whole body jerk with pain and pleasure in his arms. Eventually he lost his hold of my body and I fell onto mattress as I pulled his body down on top of me as well. I was surprised that his fingers remained deep in my hole and the Blackman somehow managed to strip his clothes as I felt his hard black cock hit my balls. As I opened my eyes and looked behind his head, I saw a close up of my hole being stretched by two fingers from big huge black hands then another one appeared holding a huge black cock approached my gaping hungry hole. I looked down and saw Dante smiling behind a Camera. "You are my bitch and as long as u r mine, I will take care of ur pussy." I was speechless as I beamed with a huge smile. At that moment, I felt and saw the new black cock pushing past the fingers and plunge deep into my pussy. I felt my muscles spamming along the length of his cock. Few minutes later, my inner walls opened up as I felt a fire from deep within. " do u feel that E booty bump?" I barely replied but heard someone say " the pussy walls are massaging and swallowing my cock deeper" I smiled up and saw dante's smile and another one floating above me as my head rolled in pleasure. Dante held the glass pipe at my lips and I inhaled it deep then as I exhaled dante pushed his cock down my mouth as deep as it would go. He slapped me hard every time my teeth scraped his cock although he seemed enjoy some teeth as his cock grew harder and bigger when it was scraped. Soon I was able to take Dante's cock to the balls after the pipe and exhaled the thick white smoke around his cock and balls. Dante repeated this few more times and his buddy watched it as well.. I was as high as a kite from the pipe as well as e booty bump. The guys started to slap me and spit on me before they both fucked my body really hard at each hole. I was in pig heaven. All of sudden, they both pulled out of me and Dante put his lips at my ears and told me to watch my pussy worshipping black man cock as he held my head under his arm pits and replayed the close up of my hole being pounded and get turned inside out as the huge black cock pushed and pulled my pussy. " see how wet ur pussy gets". And Dante started to pump few fingers in and out of my pussy and I could hear the wet slurping of my pussy. I could also see liquid leaking around the cock as it plunged in and out. I almost screamed with joy when Dante replaced his fingers with his cock inside my pussy. Few minutes later I was lifted and repositioned around dantes cock and started to ride him from the top. A white cock appeared at my lips and I looked up to see the white boy who initiated my check in at the front desk smile down at me. We maintained our eye contact as I took his cock down til I reached his balls and I blinked my eyes while I fought gagging. He held himself balls deep in my throat and as I felt another cock pushing at my man pussy along dantes cock. This attempt continued for a while and I loved every minute of it. Sometimes a bit of the cock head would enter my hole but it sprang out of it as we tried to take it deeper. It ripped some skin on my hole opening and made me winc with pain but as they kept at it, I endured the pain and tried to open myself wider. Finally they gave up on it as the new black man pulled dantes cock out of me and pushed his instead. At the same time, the white boy pushed balls deep and locked his thighs around my head. Then both cocks started to released piss into me. I tried to free especially my head since the taste was horrible but I was overpowered by them til I gave in and started to swallow down thesis with tearful eyes as I felt my stomach being filled with huge volume of piss that felt hot as hell. Few minutes later I became insane and a total hog. I begged and plead them with inaudible words and welcomed pain and humiliation. I was carried to a room with cold tiled walls and there I finally took two cocks in my pussy at the same time as they both piss fucked my pussy. My body thrived with joy as my ass got spanked til the huge hand prints on them and even popped some swelling outlines of handstand blood splattered. I lost track of time and space and opened my eyes to see Dantes smile above me. Then as the rest of my body woke up, I felt bindings around my wrist and ankles. " everything will be fine". Dante whispered as I felt something piercing through my body and my cries of pain got quickly muted out with dante's kiss. After few minutes as the pain webbed away, Dante broke the kiss and licked the tears flowing down my cheeks. The pain came again and again and at some point I passed out. I woke up this time in arms of the white boy and he looked so heavenly in my haze. I leaned in towards him trying to kiss his lips and realized another embrace from the back. Then I started to feel both of their cocks resting in my hole as I squeezed them. I looked up at the ceiling and I could see a mirror reflection of three bodies, one black, one white anyone Asian in between. I also noticed few metal chains around my body that linked few loops including one on my metal collar and two small rings on my nipples. Everytime there was some movement I felt chains pulling my nipples and my cock jumped as well my hole twitching around two cocks in it. The white boy found it amusing and started to play around for few minutes til the black man woke up. He whispered " good morning" in my ears and bit the back of my neck as his morning wood got harder inside of me. The white boy started to moan lightly as he felt it along the length of his cock as well. Then the black man released his piss and filled me for what seemed like eternity and started to move with long strokes in and out of my hole. As he quickened the pace and intensity of fucking, I realized the chains were also linked to the rings sitting low on the floor. As the black man's cock grew bigger, he sprayed his cum and I closed my hole tightly around the cock shafts to avoid spilling as much as I can. After few minutes, they both pulled out and pushed a plug in my hole so I won't spill too much as they untied the chains around me. As soon as i could move, I tried to stand up and run to the bathroom but lost balance and fell on my butt. White boy helped me to my knees with a laughter and said, "After more than 48 hours of being on your back, you have to be careful and slowly ease into being your feet." I was shocked and asked him what day it was. White boys name was Joey and his black lover was Andrew and they were friends with Dante and helped him set up the days of fucking in LA for me. While I was high on drugs, we fucked in the hotel room then they put me on their van and took me around LA and fucked me while everyone saw us. They also gave me few tattoos and piercings while I was high and begged them for it. As Joey showed me a tattoo on my lower back that read "cum dump" and a tiny ring piecing on the area between my hole and my balls, I started to cry realizing I have missed two days of work in LA and most likely would get fired when I returned. Joey asked me why I was sad. He told me that he will take care of me and everything will be fine as he held and touched my body. I started to get high and horny again and obeyed his order as he gave me more drinks and smokes. After I released piss and cum, we took a shower and Joey cleaned my inside with a hose fucking me with it as well til only clear liquid poured out of me.

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.

The moist heat of Tanner's seizing hole sucked Jake's cock length into him, I heard Tanner take a hit of poppers....the kid learnt quick. Jake struggled to push his last inch into Tanner, I sharply pushed the boy's ass down forcing his hole to accept Jake's entire shaft. The last inch vanished and Jake and I were balls deep in the jock. "Holy fucking shit" Jake cried, he tried to start fucking but Tanner started spasming uncontrollably down his thighs, "Wait, Jake" I said, placing my hand on his thigh to make him stop. "Just breathe boy, breathe in our cocks...you're doing so well, just breathe them in, own your cunt muscles, let them expand, let them relax...yeah?" Tanner took another hit of poppers and Jake and I literally felt his hole start to relax, his once tight ring expanding around our shafts. "Bro" Jake spoke "You're doing so fucking good...just fucking take it, you're such....uh....a fucking stud" I rubbed Tanner's sweat drenched lower back, keeping a little pressure on him so he didn't go anywhere. "Dude" Jake moaned "I can feel the heat from your open hole on my thigh...." He was right, Tanner's fucked up little cunt was in heat, an inviting warmth flowed out of his stretched muscle pussy. One more hit of poppers and I felt the familiar feeling of being milked as Tanner went to work. "Oh my God!" Jake cried as bit by bit we started grinding into the receptive boy. Tanner was struggling but taking it, I had to marvel at his resolve as he began to grind back on our pulsing shafts. "Fuck Tanner" Jake moaned, biting the kids nipples as he began fucking the boy, pulling out along my shaft as I pushed it. We worked him over like two well oiled pistons. Tanner was screaming, tears running down his cheeks, huge fucking smile on his face as I grabbed his neck for better leverage. He gurgled like a little whore under my thick grasp. Jake grabbed Tanner's hips, taking up the responsibility of keeping him put. His hole made satisfying squelching sounds, I forgot how much pre cum Jake produced. In no time our cocks were slick with it, gliding against each other as Tanner's mucus covered ass walls shuddered with pleasure. The friction was perfect for me, I could fuck a hole like this without cumming for hours. Jake wasn't so mature yet...He was getting close, squirming and shoving, moaning and writhing, jerking his dick in the heat of Tanner's beautiful little butt. He was lost and, I was happy to let him go for a while. I released Tanner from my grip, he fell forward coughing as I pulsed more blood into my dick, forcing his red raw hole to open further. Keeping my cock perfectly still, feeling Jake probe like a dog under me. "Uh....g'uh...ah....uh" he was practically screaming now. As the breath flooded back into Tanner's lungs his hole vibrated violently ... A little trick I learnt, a coughing bottom, makes fucking feel fantastic. Jake brutally shoved his dick past mine, popping it into Tanner's second hole and unleashing his virile, swimmer seed into Tanner's innermost, receptive walls. He grunted, and I felt his hot cum start flooding back around my shaft...I pulled out of Tanner...happy to let the boys have their moment. Plus, I didn't want any of the fresh seed to pour out of his wide hole. Tanner's sphincter gently closed shut on Jake's cock...sealing the cum up him. I went round to the front of the chair. Tanner was moaning gently as Jake began making love to his hole...the gentility messing with his mind as I leant down to his vibrant, youthful face... "How's that cum feel boy?" Tanner looked at me, wiped a tear from his eye, smiled evily and said "I can feel it, it feels hot but...so nice...feels fucking nice" "Good boy" I said...."cuz you're going to get a lot" As he thanked me with his eyes I let him nurse my thick, ass-warm cock in his mouth as I heard my phone vibrate from over on the other couch. I smiled...a few more loads in the boy, and the party could really begin.

One thing I have not seen posted yet. Condom failure from use of wrong lube. Make sure you use a proper lube that will not damage your condom. This is another thing that causes failures and another thing is it is anal sex and you need more lube most times. Lack of lube also will cause condom failure with too much friction and they tear. Don't think there is such a thing, really, as too much lube. DO take care and have fun.

One of the guys standing against the wall pulled up his trousers and dug a tissue from his pocket, wiping the crack of his arse before fastening up his belt and leaving through the door into the corridor. I looked around at the group of men who had followed me into the cinema and felt my heart start to pound . I descended the two steps into the standing space and moved against the wall. With trembling fingers, I undid my trousers, and pushed them and my underpants down to my ankles. The man next to me grinned, and offered me a battered tube of KY. I unscrewed the cap, squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and rubbed it into my hole, feeling the cool lube on me. I was only just in time. Several guys squeezed into the space behind me as I gave the lube back and rested my arms on the top of the wall and watched the screen where the twinks were playing. Bodies crowded behind me, and I felt rough fingers pulling my buttocks apart. Suddenly, a long, thin cock probed my cunt and began to slide up me. I gasped with shock and excitement as the smooth length slid right up me and then began to thrust in and out. There were gasps and soft grunts behind me and a voice whispered "Fuck it. Fuck that hole." The man in me lowered his trousers and raised his shirt so I could feel his fat, hairy belly pushing against my arse. It was really hot in that small space, and I began to sweat profusely. Poppers were shoved under my nose, and I gratefully took a deep sniff, feeling my body melt in surrender to the urgent thrusts in and out of my rectum. "Look at that" someone else said, "he fuckin' loves it." The man in me gave a grunt of pleasure as his cock swelled and spurted into me. He sighed happily and pulled out and a gush of his spunk dripped onto the floor. "Christ!" someone laughed. "Dirty little sod's doing it bareback!" There was some jostling behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see a fat black guy, face running with sweat and shirt unbuttoned to reveal a pair of tits and a huge belly. He dropped his pants, and I just had a glimpse of a dark, fat, veiny cock before he pushed it into me, crushing me against the wall with his bulk. He began to fuck me with slow, delicious strokes until I was gasping for breath and my hole had flowered open around his shaft. "Like that, bitch?" he whispered into my ear. "Like that big cock up your cunt?" I moaned and nodded, thrusting back to meet him and feeling his sweaty belly against my back. "Want my cum, boy?" he breathed, the thrusts in my arse getting faster. I gasped in pleasure and he said "Dirty bitch, came here to get knocked up, didn't you?" I knew what he meant and felt my body shiver with fear, but it was too late now. I was crushed helplessly against the wall. "Gonna give you my poison," he breathed "and you be knocked up good." His hand snaked around and clamped over my mouth and then he gave a loud snort of pleasure and his cock throbbed and swelled, throbbed and swelled and I knew he was pozzing me. When he'd finished, he pulled his cock out of me, scooped up the cum running between my cheeks, and pushed into me with his finger. I heard him laugh and say." Well now, boys, bitch wants knocking up. Who else's got a good strong, dirty load for him?" Next to me was the thin, middle-aged guy who had given me the lube and had been standing naked against the wall, hoping to entice a cock into his flaccid, wrinkly buttocks. The veins stood out on his legs and arms and he had a firm, round pot belly. His cock was rigid as he had watched events, and I saw him give an evil grin, as he said "Me next" The black guy put his face close to mine and whispered. "This guy has full-blown AIDS. You sure you want him?" I said nothing, although my heart pounded in my chest and my mouth was dry with fear. He patted me gently on the shoulder as he said to the other guy "Guess he's all yours, John." The wasted creature got behind me and I felt the first stab of his diseased cock and then it slid up me in a rush. " Oh God" I gasped, taking another his of poppers and giving myself up to depravity. The black guy gently stroked my hair and whispered soothingly "It's ok, kid. Just relax. Take his babies." The man was fucking me like a rabbit and gasping with excitement. "Here it comes!" he gasped and the black guy held my face, turning it to kiss him as the poz spunk began to flow into me. Tears rolled down my cheeks, whether with happiness or fear I couldn't say, but when it was done and the thin man had backed off into the crowd, I could only surrender as the black guy pulled me sideways and bent me over, reaching over to spread my cheeks so the cum could be clearly seen leaking from my hole. "Who's next?" he asked.

well said bearbandit thanks for the info

I like to keep it all in there, and hopefully get another top(s) to add to the mix and churn it up... I don't know whether is absorbs or not, but I love the knowledge of other men's DNA being in and becoming part of my body

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.