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Chapter V. I extracted myself from the tangle of bodies now surrounding and devouring my boy. He had two cocks in his ass, one in his mouth, one in each hand, and was already covered with cum, much of which I knew was POZ. I backed out of the room, completely overwhelmed by the raw sex show all around me. I climbed the stairs, providing an overview of the debauchery below. The twin bartenders were tag-teaming a muscle stud on the bar, and the POZ pornstar had five asses turned up in front of him. He would plow one hole for a few strokes and then move onto the next eager bottom. I was mesmerized, but still needed to catch my breath. The bathroom was the first door I opened, and I let myself in. I turned on the faucet and let the water run, seeing my face in the mirror. My cock was shiny from double-fucking my boy and stirring so much cum from other guys that my pubes were clotted with seed. I turned around and saw just how much George had abused my ass with his rough fucking. I pushed out and globs of his toxic load oozed out. I knew it was me in the mirror, but I was different: I was now a cumwhore. And I liked it. The door opened behind me. It was Brad, our hulking sexy hunk host. “You okay,” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned. I nodded. “You come up here hoping I would follow you?” I wasn’t sure myself what to answer. He approached me and wrapped his muscular arms around me with a tight bear hug. I melted into his furry pecs. He reached around and fingered my gaping hole. “Hope George wasn’t too rough on you. Let me soothe that burning hole for you…” Brad took my hand and let me through a connecting door to the master bedroom. There, on a huge king-sized bed, was my boy, ass up. Brad closed and locked the door behind me. “This way, we won’t be disturbed,” he remarked with a smile. The walls were glass on three sides, overlooking the beach and the ocean. It was a stunning view, but I knew anyone on the beach could look up and see what was happening upstairs. Brad positioned me down next to my boy, face in the mattress, ass up. He pressed the small of my back so it was arched. My boy reached over and held my hand as Brad dove in and started lapping at my hole, sucking out George’s cum, and chewing on me. He got me moaning, which my boy silenced by shoving his tongue down my throat. Brad pulled away from my ass and went to town on my boy’s much more open, much more cummy hole. He got a mouth full of strangers’ seed as he worked his fingers into my ass. He then pried me open and spit those loads into me. My boy might have gotten more dick, but I was quickly catching up to his load count. Brad fingered more cum out of my boy and smeared it onto his huge cock. He leaned forward, all of his masculine weight on my back, and chewed on my ear. “I’ve already bred your boy once, but he wanted to be here for this, sharing in your conversion…” I shivered as my boy reached over and jerked Brad’s cock with one hand, aiming it at my hole, as with the other he pried my cheeks apart so Brad could slip in without any difficulty. And so it was: my hole opened up and took every inch until I felt Brad bottom out. I’d never felt so full, or so resigned to something that I knew I wanted all along. Brad was gentle as he fucked me, with measured pace, and controlled rhythm. I sensed that he wanted this to last, but he might have taken longer because he had, after all, just POZZED my boy. His breathing became shallower and quicker, but his hips rocked forward at a steady pace. “I’m gonna breed you, seed you, convert you, change you forever, make you mine, own your pussy, just like all the others…” With that, he held his hips still, balls deep in me, firing off his POZ cum deeper into my guts than I had ever been bred before. My boy held my head, cradling me, and kissed me gently as Brad slowly withdrew. Brad climbed around and slipped his tool between our mouths, and we both dutifully sucked it clean. Kissing my boy around the cock that had just POZZED us both seemed so right, so natural. Brad bent down and tenderly kissed us both. He excused himself and my boy wrapped himself around me. Notwithstanding the noise from the party downstairs, we both nodded off, and awoke hours later as the sun was rising over the ocean. The house was silent, and only the sound of the waves on the shore filled the room. My boy kissed me, and took my hand as we got up, and tiptoed out of the house. We passed more than a dozen naked guys in the living room, all knocked out, many of them knocked up. We held hands as we walked down the beach, both naked and sore, but both very content with what had happened. We knew we could catch the first ferry to get into the city and see a doctor right away for PEP, but we didn’t. We sat on the shore as the sun climbed higher and higher, knowing that we’d be back at Brad’s getting bred, together, sooner rather than later.

My regular Daddy is 50 years old, married with kids. One day he messaged me, suggesting we meet at lunch. I'm 26, and had been pretty horny all day so I agreed. I met up with him and we engaged in small talk for 30 minutes or so. Then he asked if I wanted to go to one of his construction sites to check out progress. Of course I agreed. As we pulled up to the site I saw about five Mexican laborers working on the ground level of the building. My Daddy showed me around the building and took me to the second floor where he pushed me up against the wall and pulled my shorts down, spit on his finger and shoved it up my ass. It felt good being forced to obey him and surrender to his will. Of course I knew what was coming next. The head of his cock pushed its way through my asshole and filling that empty void with his hot cock. For some 15 minutes he plowed me hard and deep and then, when he was about to cum, he began to pull-out. This time, however, I had other plans for his load. "No," I responded, as I did my best to prevent him from withdrawing. The hunger in his eyes grew wide and excited as he buried himself deep in my ass, pumping his daddy seed deep into me. I don't what I find hotter: the fact that I had been fucked at a construction site or the walk of shame through the workers who obviously knew I was there to get fucked. Either way I was a happy and horny cum dump as I typed this story, especially as I felt his seed leaking out of my ass.

Stan had met many boys through the fantasy club and the ones he took home he often shared with his sons but tonight wasn't going to be the typical night. Stan told Sean to come with him and told Harry to stay with his brother. Stan and Sean went to the family room and Stan sat down and had Sean sit on his lap. The boy looked cute wearing just his pampers but Stan knew they weren't staying on him long. Teddy told Harry what happened so far and Harry stripped down to his jockstrap and picked up the pipe and lighter. As Harry smoked it he had Teddy get between his legs and blow him. Both brothers and their dad were tops but they both bottommed for their dad and Teddy also had to serve his older brother. Harry told him to just suck and lick it until dad's ready with Sean. Stan asked Sean if Teddy had forced him to suck him and Sean said no he didn't. He asked him if he liked sucking him and Sean nodded that he did then whispered that he really liked when Teddy came. Stan wiped some of Teddy's cum that was on the boy's face with his finger and then pushed it into the boy's mouth and watched the hunger in his eyes as he sucked it. Stan said he saw the pipe and asked if Sean liked smoking that with Teddy. Sean said it felt really good and he liked it. Stan opened a box on the table and took out another pipe that he already loaded and told Sean to show him how much he liked it. After the boy blew out a decent cloud he told him to do it again. Once Sean finished inhaling Stan told him to blow it into his mouth and once the boy exhaled and then felt his uncle's lips touch his he melted into his arms. Stan and Sean shotgunned a couple more times making out each time too. Sean felt so good being nearly naked in his hunky uncle's lap. His uncle held his head and used his tongue to conquer the boy's mouth which felt so right to Sean. When Sean felt his uncle's hand squeeze his pamper covered bum he moaned into his uncle's mouth but he nearly passed out when his uncle's finger found the slit that Teddy cut into the diaper and started to rub his hole. Stan stopped kissing and watched the boy's expressions as he rubbed his hole. "Now that Teddy got to turn you into his baby he's gonna want to do it again and probably often, do you want that?" "Yes. I know he loves me and if he wants me to be his baby then I want to do it too. I didn't want him to diaper me before but know I want him to every time I'm here." "Did Teddy make you cum?" "No, but I made him cum." "Harry's gonna be jealous. Or do you want to play with him too?" "Will he want me to be his baby?" "No, Harry isn't into that but I'm sure he is going to want to tie you up, Harry is into dominating guys. And I'm sure you won't be cumming with him either." "Oh, wow, he is so big and strong, if it would make him happy then I'd do it" "You're going to make your cousin very happy. Do you want to make your uncle happy too?" "I'll do anything to make you happy, I love you Uncle Stan!". Stan called out and told his boys to join them. Teddy came out naked and Harry was in just a jockstrap and it barely contained his hard thick cock. Stan whispered into Sean's ear once the boy's sat down and told Sean that he wanted to watch him get on his knees and give his cousin Harry a blow job. As Stan watched his young nephew get on his knees wearing just a diaper he knew that even after he corrupted the boy he'd still look so innocent. At first Sean was awkward and a little nervous but then Teddy got on his knees next to Sean and told him that whenever Harry was home that Harry loved having his younger brother between his knees and sometimes for hours. Teddy told him it was best when Harry held his head and he stepped back as Harry grabbed the boy's head. Stan turned on the TV and a video he wanted Sean to see. He took all his clothes off and sat back down. Earlier in the bedroom when Teddy was sucking Harry they only played a little but now Harry knew he was going to cum fast and seeing little Sean on his knees got Harry moaning. He started to facefuck the boy and loved how his little submissive cousin just accepted it. As he felt he was about to cum he forced Sean's head to swallow his cock and blew his load into the boy's belly. Stan had the boy sit on his lap and lean back onto his chest. He rubbed the boy's nipples and belly and by the time he reached his cock it was rock hard. He stroked it a few times but stopped and told the boy it wasn't yet his turn to cum. He continued to molest him as they watched the video. The older man has just rolled the twink on to his belly and was rimming his ass. As the man licked the twinks boyhole I asked Sean if he ever touched his boyhole and he told us he sometimes would put a finger in when jerking off. Teddy asked Sean if he wanted him to finger him and we all nearly cracked up laughing when Sean said his ass has been begging for it all night. I told Teddy he should show his baby what having his boyhole licked feels like first. We put Sean on all four facing me and I held his face and watched as he felt Teddy's tongue touch his hole. He gasped in pleasure as we looked into each other's eyes. I told him that he was made for this and his boyhole would give him even more pleasure than his cock ever could. He continued to alternate between gasping, moaning and whimpering. On the TV the man had mounted the boy and the boy was begging to be fucked harder and faster. I told Harry to get the bump I had prepared which was much larger and should quickly have the boy begging to be fucked. Harry gave it to Teddy and I nodded to him letting him know to give it to the boy. Sean feeling something enter him and instinctually backed up like a good boy. Teddy went back to licking the boyhole for a minute until I had Sean get back on my lap. "Sean, did you like Teddy licking your boyhole?" "Wow that was the best feeling ever!" Teddy told us that it was the best boyhole he ever licked "Your boyhole and your boypussy will soon be all you can think about. You'll do anything a man wants if he'll lick it or fuck it" "Oh, Uncle I want to be fucked!" And he wiggled his bottom on my cock. "And do you want to be loved or fucked hard and fast even if it hurts you?" "I don't care if it hurts I just need to be fucked." He pushed down harder to feel my cock in his crack. Sean reached his hand down towards his hole but I told him that when he is with a man he needs to wait. I then touched his quivering hole and he begged me to put me finger in but I didn't. "Will you let your Uncle fuck you without a condom and breed you like a little bitchboy?" "Yes!" "And your cousins too?" "Yes!" "And would you let all my friends fuck you and would you be a cumdump for them?" "I want to be your cumdump and Teddy and Harry and anyone you want. Please do me." "Open your mouth". I spit in his mouth and his face turned to shock but he swallowed it when I told him to. I told him he was a good boy and let one finger slip into his burning hot boypussy. He immediately tried to fuck himself on my finger but I pulled it out and brought it up to his mouth and he opened it and once it was in his mouth he started to suck it. I asked if he liked the taste of his boypussy and he rapidly nodded but kept sucking on my finger. I pulled my finger out and told him I'd get more and I fingered him and again let him suck it. I asked if he wanted to suck a cock that had just fucked and bred him and he said he dreamed about doing that. "Tell me that you want to be a slammed up boy slut and you want us to wreck and ruin you." Sean wasn't even sure what that meant but all he cared about was finally being fucked so he repeated what his Uncle told him. Stan then picked Sean up and carried him to his room as it was now time to fulfill a few fantasies.

I've been quite horny lately, so I recently posted an advertisement on Craigslist, as well as posting on all the other mobile sites too. Within minutes of my posting I received a reply from a daddy who to breed me. He described himself as 50 years or more old, and that he had an eight inch cock. He also mentioned he only had a few minutes. I sent him my address and when he walked in he found me on my hands and knees, waiting for him to breed me. His cock was, as described, big, hard, and thick. He shoved himself in, and fucked me for a few minutes before filling me with his load. Then he left, saying he'd be back for more.. As his cum dripped out of my pussy and on to the bed. I jerked off thinking about the encounter. Then I scheduled the next guy. WOOF

Always been Wolverine for me.

Part 3 Dan sat with his head in his hands. I could hear the sobs coming uncontrollably from him, so I leaned in to hug and assure him, saying "Poz or not, I want you to fuck me," adding "Dan, I need you, I need your seed in me." As I then leaned into kiss him, he met my kisses, which became increasingly greedy and ferocious. I assured him I was ok and that I only fucked bareback, so I knew one day I would seroconvert, adding "Who better than from the man I fancy and for whom I have feelings?" "Adam, do you realise what you are saying and asking of me?" "Yes I do," as I calmly took his hand. He wiped his tears away on his arm as I looked deep into his eyes and said "Please fuck me raw. Please cum in me." I then lay my body on top of his, our hard-ons squirming together. As my ass twitched for Dan's meat, I kissed my way down his chest and torso, until I reached his cock, which was glistening with pre-cum which, naturally, I hungrily licked clean. Then, all of sudden, unbidden, I said "Make me your poz boy." My mind was racing, trying to understand why I said as much, even as I leaned over the side of the couch so my arse was exposed, waiting for ready for Dan's eager meat to fuck me. I felt a warm wet tongue licking my arse, which prompted "Oohhhh, godddd that feels good!" I knew this might be the last neg load I shot, but fuck, I wanted this man in me. Then I felt Dan's cock at my hole. He used spit and then procceded to push his throbbing cock in. "Oohhh fuck!" I grunted, as inch-by-inch his poz cock impaled me. When he was balls-deep, Dan leaned to me and whispered "Yeah, fucker. You fell for the tears, as they all do. I'm gonna fucking charge your ass, boy." With that, Dan started fucking me hard and deep saying repeatedly "Yeah, take my poz load, fucker," and, after a couple of minutes, he began slamming me, saying "I'm gonna cum" and "Take my poz babies!" Honestly, I didn't care what he was said as long as his cock was fucking me. Then suddenly he grunted, saying "Here it comes, fucker!" I felt this cock spasm in my arse so I knew he had cum. My own cock shot without any assistance. "Yeah," he said as he withdrew, adding he would continue to fuck me until I converted, and he had made me his. "What do you mean by that?" I asked. "I've always wanted my own little poz boy," he replied. After several months of continuous fucking I became ill. Dan took me to the clinic, where, after blood tests, it was confirmed that I was poz. Dan took care of me during my illness and we settled down to a pretty good life until one night....

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

DJ’s first load in my ass felt like a firehose had gone off, and one full of hot water at that. Oh the joys of being fucked by a 20-year old with a big nine-incher. Like father, like son. I had not been ‘home’, the town where I had grown-up for almost 25 years. There were too bad memories there, but the one bright spot in my life had been Danny and his family who took me in when life at my own house got too bad to take. Danny was two years my senior and, as he had five sisters, he treated me like the brother he never had. I had known Danny and his family all my life and at the age of ten started going to their house a couple of times a week, usually after school or before church meetings. Soon I was staying there on weekends also, and was spending correspondingly less and less time at my own house. By the age of 14 I was living full-time with Danny and his family. The first time I played truth-or-dare with Danny I was 10, and over the years our exploration and experimentation evolved and continued, but it was not something we ever discussed beyond those furtive minutes, late at night in the bedroom which Danny and I shared. I was just finishing up my senior year in high-school when I turned 18 and Danny returned from a short stint in jail – wrong place at the wrong time sort of thing, but it changed him. He was now Daniel, not Danny, and seemed angry and frustrated and often sneaked out to the barn to smoke and drink not caring that his parents knew and how much it hurt them. I missed our time together and, being a good church kid, I hated his drinking and smoking, even as I found I still missed Danny, and found myself trying to spend time with him. But he always told me to leave him alone – until one night. Danny’s – well Daniel’s – parents had gone out of town and it was just us in the house. Daniel had a bottle of some kind of liquor and was doing shots and offered one to me. I refused, but Daniel said, “Just like always, you being the good-fucking son, the one they really want, while I’m the bad one, right? You like that don’t you?” I was hurt, shocked, but also realized what he said was true, so took the glass, gulped the liquor, and staggered as it hit me. Shit! My Christian values fell away as what I wanted more was to be with Daniel again and at that moment was willing to do anything. A couple shots later and I was feeling no pain, but Daniel’s pain only seemed worse. I did not know how to broach the fact I wanted to suck him as he had always been the one to set those rules, but then he suddenly asked “You ever fucked someone? No, I know you haven’t. Wanna fuck me?” I didn’t know what to say as Daniel got undressed, got on his hands and knees on the bed with his ass pointed my way. My dick was rock hard so I fumbled out of my clothes, grabbed the lotion he handed me, and followed his directions on what to do. Soon I was fucking Daniel at a steady pace and while I knew my dick was not all as big as Daniel’s, it seemed to make him happy and within a couple minutes he yelled “OH SHIT – LOOK WHAT YOU DID – YOU MADE ME CUM!” Daniel immediately pulled away, grabbed the bottle, got dressed and left. He didn’t come back home that night, but the next night after we started drinking again, Daniel let me suck him off, and everything seemed okay again. I remember him saying how he just thought of some hot blonde chick on his dick when I sucked him and how much that hurt and I wanted him to just enjoy that it was me, like I did it to please him. Anyways, I swallowed several of his hot loads during the course of that summer before I left for college. Daniel also moved away, and life took us far apart. We chatted on the phone once or twice when he was visiting his parents and I happened to call, but beyond that I did not see or hear from Daniel in over 25 years. I knew from his mom he had in that time had a fling, sired a son, been in and out of trouble, and finally had moved back to our hometown where he seemed to settle down into a quiet, bachelor life. Then I received a call from Daniel's sister, notifying me Daniel’s mom had died, and asking if I could attend the funeral. I said I would and then she told me that with so many kids and grandkids coming to town space was tight, but that Daniel had room and wanted me to stay with him. My heart raced, my ass twitched, I stammered okay, hung up and made my plans. I was so nervous. So much had changed, not only had I embraced the bottom in me, the bottom who ended up poz and got fucked raw as much as I could. No one at home knew about me, and I still jacked off thinking about Daniel, but what could I do? I got on the plane, flying to the nearest airport, which was a three hour dive to my hometown. Upon arriving in the town, I found Daniel lived in a trailer, and when I knocked on the door, there was Daniel, who, although 25 years older, still looked like the same Daniel I knew so long ago. “Hey bro,” Daniel said as he grabbed me in a bear hug and pulled me inside the trailer. “How the fuck you been? Mom’s told me all about the crazy shit you be doing, your job, and places you travelled, wow, wicked stuff huh?” His big grin, those green eyes, same mop of brown hair and big bulge in his pants made me melt and become a giddy teen all over again who wanted nothing more than to please him. “Umm, yeah, been good man, you?” I managed to get out. The next few hours were spent reminiscing about growing up, and me being evasive about my personal life. It was finally time for dinner at his sister’s house with the whole family, so he drove us down in his truck and I spent the next few hours in more hell, and without a drink to be found. Once dinner ended, we drove back to Daniel’s trailer and I was wiped from the long day of travel and having to deal with all this homecoming shit. Daniel told me to get comfortable, I could have the back bedroom, and when I came out in my shorts and t-shirt, there he was with his shirt off, just a pair of Haines tighty-whities and two glasses in his hand with a big smile. “Come on bro, time to chill, OK?” he said. I nervously took the glass, sipped what seemed to be almost straight vodka, coughed, while Daniel laughed and said, “You still an uptight Christian boy? Seems like I remember a few times you didn’t mind drinking?” I blushed, almost choked, and said, “Umm, beer is more my thing.” Daniel kept filling my glass as we chatted and I was not sure if it was the vodka or me, but I could swear his dick had grown in his briefs. My mind was spinning and suddenly Daniel was standing in front of me, his dick pulled through the hole in his briefs and I heard him say, “Truth or Dare?” FUCK! I had taken some big dick, and learned long ago that what I thought was big when I was 18 was far from it, but his big uncut dick still impressed and called to me, and the large drop of precum just balanced on the tip of dick made me lick my lips. “Truth,” I said. I was so fucking scared, and while part of me craved to be with him again, I did not want folks at home to know about me. “OK,” Daniel said looking thoughtful, “How many dicks have you sucked?” What the fuck? I did not expect that and guess it was the vodka talking when I blurted, “More than I can remember or count.” Daniel laughed loud and deep, wagged his dick at me with one hand making that drop of precum fall on my knee as he asked, “OK, truth again, how many guys you let fuck you?” Well that took me aback. Daniel had never fucked me, I had just sucked him off, but again I blurted out “More than I can remember or count.” Daniel set his drink on the 1980’s brass and glass coffee table, pulled his shorts down, and said, “Bend over, this one counts.” I froze, I didn’t know what to. After what seemed like forever Daniel bent over, nibbled on my ear and said, “I know. I’ve been watching your ass slut around online in DC for years now. The internet is a wonderful thing. I may be country white trash but I know how to use the web. I also know you are POZ, but don’t worry, I’m just going to recharge you, as I have been poz since my stint in jail and fuck, probably gave it to you, now GET THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THIS DICK – I’VE BEEN WAITING TO FUCK YOU FOR TOO LONG!” In a stupor I stood up, pulled my shorts down, and soon Daniel was fucking me like I had always imagined, deep, raw, and with a hot poz load. Daniel shot several loads into me, including one in the back yard with me bent over his picnic table. I was afraid we would be caught, but he reminded me we were in the middle of fucking no where, so I needed to simply take his load. Relaxing my hole, I milked his dick, and took every drop. The night ended with me in Daniel’s bed, his dick in my ass, his last load of the night seeping into my raw hole. I woke up a few times during the night and Daniel’s dick was still nestled at my hole, hot, sticky, just waiting. At the first crack of dawn, as the morning light glistened off the dew on the windows, I pushed my ass back onto Daniel’s dick to let him know I was ready for another load. Daniel’s hard dick was soon dripping precum up my wet hole as I sat on him, riding him hard, my legs straddled over his hips, my hands on his chest for leverage. Just as we were wild and freaky I heard a noise and stopped cold. “Hey Pops, what’s up?” a voice boomed as the bedroom door banged open and I froze, staring at Daniel, or what/who Daniel was a long time ago. Daniel laughed as our intruder proceeded to casually sit on the edge of the bed with a smile that said “GOTCHA!” I rolled off Daniel’s dick onto the farthest side of the bed, wrapping the sheet around me, as Daniel yanked the sheet away and said, “Fuck man, this is DJ, don’t worry, DJ has been looking forward to your visit.” DJ? Daniel Jr.? Shit! I had never met Daniel’s son, but here he was in the flesh and the duplicate copy of his father. DJ held out his hand and said, “Please don’t get up on my account. Knowing Pops, he’s been up in your ass all night.” I shook DJ’s hand, shrunk back on, my side of the bed as Daniel grunted, and started to roll towards the side of the bed as DJ stood up and started to undress. I lifted myself up on my left arm to object when Daniel paused, leaned back towards me and said in a voice laced with eagerness while nodding toward’s his son, “I’m going to make breakfast. You’re going to need some protein after DJ here is done. Trust me, this boy puts my fucking to shame, and I have been training that dick for years. He’s bigger than me, fucks harder and longer, and cums twice as much, so does his Poppa proud.” As Daniel made his way out to the kitchen, DJ walked to the end of the bed, climbed up, pushed my legs backs, lined his big cut dick with my hole and said, “Pops has always said you were the one that got away, not no more, no, now let me in there and see what the old man has left behind!”

As lungfucker said, make sure you don't get any popper fluid on your nostrils. I made the same mistake and had sores for about a week. Had to explain where those came from. Had to invent a story as well. Plus it is pretty annoying.

I experience symptoms such as a very hard cock, a throbbing sensation in my cock, loss of inhibitions and 10 times out of 10, end up with a pool of cum on my stomach. But seriously.. Sometimes I get a cough not unlike the cough I have after smoking a lot. But it goes away within a few hours. Some guys I've been with won't use them because of headaches. I've never had that problem.

This one might be a bit out of left field because he's not a well known cartoon character. But there's a PS4 game that I have called inFamous and I always found the main character, Delsin, to be extremely hot. The CGI is so amazing in that game that he actually looks real. Here are a few pictures... His animation and voice IS based on a real life video game "actor" named Troy Baker, but the animated character looks very different than the real life actor. The similarities are very subtle.

ALWAYS commando, makes it easier to get my pants pulled down and fucked but MOST importantly it allows the cum to freely running all down the inside and back of my legs afterwards

White top, black bottom...very hot!! http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=nmtOb-G104-#.Vd001vZVhBc

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'What the fuck did I just do?' I thought. I had just let a stranger fuck me bareback and now he just told me he had filled my ass with poz spunk. Fucking strangers bareback was like playing Russian roulette but a lot more fun. You never know if there was a live round in the chamber and now I had had a live round fired up my ass. I looked around the room wondering if they were all poz. "We're all toxic, cumbag and you're going to get at least one load from all of us. Check out the screen" and he pointed to a TV on the wall. It was my ass on the screen. He had written neg cunt for poz spunk with an arrow to my fuck hole. Then I saw someone make a mark for the first load. I started to say something but he had his cock up to my mouth telling me to lick it clean. His cock tasted like ass and cum and it was getting me even more excited. He growled "Smile fuck pig. This is a live cam show! Now, beg for more poz seed." Why was the thought of getting my ass used as cum dump for poz seed getting me so turned on? And doing it on a live cam show. All I knew was that I was craving to be fucked and pozzed, so I found myself responding "Yes, fuck my cunt with your poz infected cock and fill me up. Plant that bug deep in my ass. I want all your toxic poz sperm in my ass." Another cock was rammed up my ass. It hurt like hell but I loved it. "I've got a weeks worth of cum saved up for you, cumbag" he snarled as he rammed his hard rod deep into my fuck hole. Unbidden, words came from my lips: "Give it to me hard and deep. Fuck yeah, ram your poz infected fuck stick into my cunt and plant your seed good and deep! Bug my hole, you mother fucker! Fill my cunt with that satanic toxic poz spunk." His pace slowed as he let out a deep guttural moan and I felt his balls release their full load of spunk in my ass. I reached between my legs and squeezed his balls, commanding "Every last drop, mother fucker!" I kept his balls in a firm grip until he was thoroughly drained. He came around and presented his cum-and-ass-slime coated cock for me to clean-up. Which, of course, I did. Even as I did so, however, another cock had been shoved up my ass. It must have been huge and I gasped. As I was trying to catch my breath someone else went down on his knees in front of me, spread his ass cheeks, and commanded me saying "Lick my fuck hole, you faggot pig." I started licking his ass probing it with my tongue. He pulled away for a second so I could get a look at his fuck hole. A bio hazard tattoo surrounded his fuck hole, the tissue of which was swollen and had obviously been fucked a lot. He pushed his ass back into my face. "Lick my toxic bug infected hole, yeah, get your tongue in good and deep." His ass was sweaty and strongly smelled, so I hesitated, but when he grunted "Clean my shit hole good you faggot fuck pig," I slid my tongue in his hole, even as my ass was being pounded hard and deep. Some one grabbed my head and thrust a cock into my face, saying "Spit on that fuck stick and lube it up." I did as I was told. It was a nice cock about seven inches in length. There was a scorpion tattoo on the top of the shaft and lightning bolt tattoos on the sides. The shaft was thick but the head was huge. I started to put it in my mouth to suck on it but he pulled away saying "Not yet bitch. You can lick it after I fuck that sperm dump you been lickin'." With that he straddled the guy whose ass I had been licking and pushed the big cock head into the toxic fuck hole. He had to push hard to get that monster cock head in but finally he managed and his whole cock slid in up to his balls which were bigger than any balls I've ever seen on a man. "Now lick my balls while I dump my toxic seed in this cum dump." I did as I was told licking his huge sweaty balls. The guy pounding his cock in my cum pit slowed his pace and held it in as deep as he could get as his balls released a torrent of hot toxic sperm deep in side my fuck canal. I could feel his cock head pulse over and over again as he just kept squirting more and more of bug infected cum up my ass. I could feel his hot seed running down my balls as it leaked out past his cock with each pulse. Someone wiped the cum off my balls and smeared it all around the ass, balls and cock that were in my face. Greedily I consumed it all. No sooner was the spent cock withdrawn from my cunt was it was replaced by another that felt like it was almost as large as the previous cock. Meanwhile the bull who had his ass in my face let out a moan and emptied his balls into that toxic bug hole, moaning "Oh fuck that feels good." Then he withdrew his cock and presented his slimy, cum and ass juice covered cock, for me to clean-up. As I took it into my mouth I noticed he was still drooling cum as he ordered "Time for you to give some back fuck pig! Stick your negative cock in that poz bug pit." Now I just love sticking my cock in a cum filled fuck hole but I also love licking cum from a freshly fucked ass. There was cum dripping out of his fuck hole and it just looked so fucking hot. I leaned forward to lick it but was grabbed roughly. "What the fuck do you think you're doing piggy? Did you hear anyone ask you to lick that poz pit? Don't worry you'll get as much bug juice to drink as you can handle! Now, fuck that bug hole!" I straddled him and slid my cock up his infested cum pit. This left my ass exposed and I was immediately rewarded with another cock in my ass. "Ohh fuck yes" I gasped, adding "Fuck me with another poz infected dick, man. Fuck me! Bug my hole with your poz injector death stick." "You like that AIDS maker in your ass faggot?" "Yes, infect me with your AIDS bug!" My cock was ass deep in poz ass as my own ass was being pounded. I pushed back against the cock in my ass so I could work my own cock in and out of the bug hole I was fucking. Each time I pushed my cock in I could feel the bug infected poz cum being forced up inside my dick. I imagined millions of poz bugs clambering to get inside me to feed on my balls from the inside. The pozzer in my ass rammed his cock in balls deep and ground it around in circles. The guy I was fucking was pushing back so I couldn't move in and out of his ass. He tightened his ass on my cock as I felt the fuck stick in my ass start to pulse and I knew I was getting another load of faggot death in my ass. The sensations were so intense. This was the most incredible sex I had ever had. I felt the cum in my balls boiling and ready to erupt. "Oh my fucking God" I grunted as I unleashed burst after burst of my cum into the poz-infected fuck pit.

I love having a wrecked hole. It makes me feel slutty which is what I am. Love how easy it opens up just when I clean it and how cocks just disappear in it.

Part 2 Tingling sensations raced up and down my arms, and then my whole body began to feel little electric shocks. He held my arm as I stood there, looking at his handsome rugged face, all the time feeling like I was about to fall again, and sure enough, as I lost my balance and fell against him, I was not so out of it that I neglected to move in for the kill by pressing my lips against his mouth. He was no less greedy for me, 'cause his tongue met mine, as we mutually explored each other's mouth. He also wrapped me in his embrace, torso to torso, crotch to crotch, as our kisses became more frantic. Even through his (admittedly) skimpy) shorts, I could feel his throbbing cock. I did my best to squeeze his cock with my crotch, and he responded by moaning in between kisses. After a couple of minutes, we parted and I assisted him in removing his his shirt. As I expected, his body was all muscle and quite rugged. Again he leaned in for the kill, as he gestured for me to get naked. In seconds I had stripped-off all my clothing, and my cock throbbed and stood at full as he virtually ripped off his shorts. We ground our erections against one another, and I explored his body with pleasure. Breaking off the kiss, he asked "Are you sure, boy?" "Yes, I'm sure," I replied, and with that he pushed me down on my knees, directing my open mouth to his massive cock meat. I didn't care if it hurt or whether I could get the whole thing down, I simply eagerly sucked on him, taking his cock down my throat, bit by bit, until I had successfully deep throated him. He moaned with pleasure, as he also held my head in such a way as to force me further down the shaft. Finally he let me off, and I took the opportunity to say what I had been thinking for several minutes "Please, fuck me, fuck me, please." He then stated "I only bareback, boy." I was beyond caring - I wanted his meat in my ass, and quickly. So I smiled my approval, and he directed me onto the sofa. I liberally kissed his body as his breath became increasingly ragged, and occasionally, when I kissed a particularly sensitive part of his body, he would his torso would buck off the sofa, as he moaned in delight. Then he suddenly stopped, and for a split second I wondered if I had done something wrong, but no, he pushed me away, saying "We can't, we can't, such a sweet boy like you. It wouldn't be right to do this with you." "Why not, please, why not?" I murmured, as I kissed his rugged chest. He then came out with it: "I'm HIV positive." I immediately recoiled from him, my brain analysing what he had said to ensure I had understood him correctly.

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

I know everyone here has their fantasies. Lord knows I've got more than I can type about. In my case most of the fantasies translate into situations I would most likely not not attempt by any means to fulfill because I would be afraid to either deal with the consequences or the "Oh shit, what did I get myself into?" situation. I'm curious about this line of fantasy. I have my acting as a willing cum-dump fantasy. I have another where I allow someone to secure me to some sort of bondage fixture and they whore me out for a complete weekend to anyone with a dick. I'm curious to hear about the dark fantasies that you might harbor but would never or likely never go through with. The sort of fantasies that if there was a do over, or you don't have to actually suffer the consequences of, that you might set up. Mods, if I've posted this in the wrong forum, please move it and let me know.

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?

My Dad and I used to fuck around. Yeah, my real Dad. But I thought we had moved past it, until he fucked me again over Christmas this year. It all started when I was younger and Mom went back to work full time In the evenings. Evidently this put a real crimp in my father's sex life, and so I ended up filling in. I mean, I had heard my parents having sex. A lot. My room was right next to theirs and sometimes they weren't quiet. You see, when I was growing-up, my family was very hippie liberal. Lots of nudity. Sex was discussed from an early age. I took occasional baths with my father, or sat and kept him company while he bathed. I also knew about his porn collection and would often sneak viewings of it after school. There were a lot of Playboy magazines, but also some real hard core stuff. Anyway, when Mom went back to work, Dad started masturbating in the evenings. I know as much because I could hear the porn videos and the faint squeaking of his bed. He also almost never closed his door all the way. Being curious, and a bit twisted I guess, I started sneaking out into the hallway and watching him. It was strangely erotic watching my own father masturbate and shoot his load. Erotic, but also shameful. I knew it was wrong, but I still got hard. Eventually he caught me spying. I figured he was going to go apeshit, but all he did was call me into his bedroom. "You might as well get comfortable and have a wank too," he told me. That's how it started. Every night we would watch porn and jack off together. But then one night he put his hands behind his head and told me he was tired and I should jack him off. And I did. His cock was heavy and thick in my hand. He came quickly and it ran down my hand. I was excited by and ashamed of what I had just done. But I didn't stop. Soon after it was "You know, I could sure go for a blowjob like in the videos." And again, I gave him what he wanted. I had already experimented by having given blowjobs to my cousin and my best friend and a couple of other guys, so I was good at it. Apparently my Dad noticed my skill and appreciated the fact. I still remember the first time I blew him and being rewarded with a mouthful of his saltiness, and the compliment "Damn, you're good at that!" After that I was his cock sucker. We rarely talked-- just got naked, watched the porn, and I would blow him. The whole time I was fairly conflicted about the arrangement. Here I was, horny, getting sex almost every night (when I didn't have late school functions or excessive homework). But the sex was with my Dad. Within a year or two, we transitioned to fucking. I don't really remember what prompted the change, but one night just as I was getting into sucking him he pulled me off saying "I wanna try something different tonight." With the porn playing, Dad had me get on all fours. He got out a tube of KY, smeared some on my hole, some more on his cock, and then started to push his dick into me. It hurt. A lot. It took a few tries and a lot more KY, but he managed to get all the way inside me. "Damn you are TIGHT!" I remember him saying. And then he started humping me. For me, this was a lot different than the blowjobs. Sucking Dad's dick was much less of a transgression in my eyes. I was just helping him masturbate with my mouth or something. But now I was being fucked, and that just seemed wrong. It was uncomfortable. It was degrading. It was something that a wife (my Mom) should be for-- not me. I was suddenly ashamed and embarassed that I was in my parents' bed, letting my Dad have his way with my ass. I zoned out watching the big-titted woman on the video getting butt fucked as well. I remember wondering of she actually enjoyed it or not. Then Dad tensed up, an I knew he was cumming inside my ass. I also noticed that the fucking left me rock hard. While my father cleaned up, I jacked off, full of hot shame. We fucked a lot after that, not a lot of talking. And always from behind. Eventually I moved out of my parents' house. After that, divorces, jobs, his new girlfriends and marriages kept me safe from any repeat sessions. Until this past Christmas. He came to visit me for a couple days, alone. His newest girlfriend had to work so she couldn't make the trip. To be honest, the thought of us having sex again hadn't really even crossed my mind. I had come to terms with what we had done, and realized that he was probably responsible for my fetish for older 'daddies', but that was it. Besides, my Dad was around 60 by this time. Well, evidently the men in my family are always horny bastards. We had been drinking and watching football games when it was time for bed. I got him set up in his room and retired to mine. It felt like I had just fallen asleep when suddenly I felt him. It really startled me! "Dad, what the fuck are you doing?" I exclaimed. "I think you know" he said. And I did. I could already feel his erection pressing against my ass. Dad wanted sex, and as much as my adult self was repulsed by the idea (and truth be told, with him, at least at that moment), I knew I would relent. I would again give up my ass to Dad, even after all this time. I pulled off my boxers and started digging in my night stand for the necessary stuff. I lubed up my ass, then reached back and lubed up my father's cock. It was thick and heavy in my hand. And familiar. So much like my own cock now. I assumed the position, and took a hit of poppers. "Son, are those drugs?" he asked. "No, Dad, they're just poppers. They help me relax." Hrmph was all he said as he thrust into me. So many thoughts and feelings swirled in my mind while Dad used my ass for his pleasure. I was ashamed for what I was doing, of what I was allowing him to do, and also ashamed that my cock was hard and that the sensation of Dad's cock sliding in and out of me was such a turn on. It didn't take him long before he was wheezing and squirting his load into me, donating his sperm and his DNA as he had done decades earlier in creating me. When he was done, he pulled out and slunk back to his room for the night. And I was left to jack off in hot shame, turned on like the bottom cum whore that I am. The bottom cum whore that Dad had made.

moved to Phoenix less than a year ago and although i love the lifestyle and climate, i find the hookup world to be very sketchy and flaky. A friend of mine had warned me about it and my actual bf as well. On the hook up sites its full with people who want to party and people who r downright flaky.i have been chatting with couple of guys who suddenly misteriously disappear or not come through when it comes to hook up. im a top and my bf is a bottom and sometimes we like to invite other tops to join us to beed his hole. In other major citys its never a problem to find guys... but somehow here people r so insecure that they r not able to tagteam a hot hole! Or they come up with tweaker shit! I like to have fun with easy going like minded guys but somehow it doesnt seem to be possible here. I dont do drugs in any shape or form apart from using poppers. sex is my drug! any guys have any sugestions about how to deal with this or with similar experiences? I have starting simply blocking guys when i think its fake profiles or when they dont come through...

For those guys who have been messaging me, Austin Part 2 will be posted next week, right here . Thank you all for the encouragement!!

I love drinking from the tap.... I have a friend drink my piss and shot gun me, love it.

Two nights ago I finally felt well enough to get fucked. I hadn't actually set out to find a top; instead, I was, as usual, just looking on the various sites. On A4A, a fellow started chatting with me, and eventually he suggested my favorite, a quick pump and dump. Well, he persuaded me to get ready for my first fuck in four months. As agreed, I left the front light on, the door unlocked, and the lights off in the apartment and waited on all fours on my ottoman. Eventually the door opened and my breeder walked in. I heard him removing his clothing, and I also heard his slow approach my upturned ass. I felt his hands spreading my cheeks as he aimed his seven to eight inch cock at my hole. I had pre-lubed, but he needed lube up several more times to get inside. As I said, I hadn't been 'had' in four months! He worked his way deeper and deeper and until finally he got all the way in, all the time remaining completely silent. Occasionally, he'd tap me on my thigh, indicating I should move my legs in one direction or another, but he didn't utter a word. I heard him spray something and then put a paper towel next to my nose. I assumed he was offering me poppers of some sort, so I took a huff. The mystery man kept thrusting and eventually I could tell he was getting close because he asked "You want my poz load?" He asked the question several times, and each time I groaned "Yes." He filled me with his six-day load, pulled out, dressed, and left. Hot scene!

I have a mystery man that comes in to my dark place finds me blindfolded and Breends me. I knew he is Also blindfolded as he has told me. Such a fucking hot scene. Plus he has a thick cock that feels so good stretching me

I fucking love a loose sloppy hole. Love fucking one and love my home getting stopped. OINK.

The Internet is full of flakes. Everyone talks the talk but no one wants to walk the walk.

My regular daddy (50yrs) that is married with kids messaged me (26 yrs) to meet up for lunch. Ive been pretty horny all day so I agreed. I met up with him and had small talk for 30 minutes, then he asked if I wanted to go to one of his construction sites to check out progress. As we pulled up to the site there were about 5 mexican workers on the ground level. He showed me around and took me to the second floor. He pushed me up against the wall and pulled my shorts down spit on his finger and shoved it up my ass. It felt good being forced to obey him and succumb to his orders. I knew what was coming next, the head of his cock pushing its way through my asshole and filling that empty void with his hot cock. For a good 15 minutes he plowed me hard and deep and then he was about to cum and was trying to pull out. This time I said no and the hunger in his eyes grew and he buried his cock deep in my ass and pumped his daddy seed deep in me. I don't what I find hotter the fact that I was a construction site or the walk of shame through the workers who obviously know I was fucked. Either way I'm a happy and horny cum dump while typing this and feeling his seed leak out of my ass.

I've never tasted a guy's cum but my own, when I've spurted in my face & mouth. I'm getting used to the taste, but pre-cum, wow! So tasty ! I drool over images of dripping cocks and long to rub one over my face. Can anyone help with this ?

It's been 6 week since I recovered from the fuck flu and I now have the family blood running through my body I'm also very toxic they say and there are some bug chasers who need servicing. Sam tells Joey and I that he has a client who need to be seeded and is his good friend. I a little scared as I've not been away from this loving family home for over 3 months. He wants Joey & I to do this so go together to this home about 1 hour ride. Joey is on meds and is undetectable now so its up to me to POZ this guy. Joey is caring Sam medical bag with all the good stuff in it and I hope some of its for me. We get there and we meet 3 people two are in their 30s and the other one is mid 20s and very hot looking with rip body and it's him that I will be seeding with my toxic load. The young one is very nervous but I look at that hot body and how hard my dick is. Joey goes over and starts to talk to him wile I talk to the 2 older guys. It's all small talk and when Joey comes back he ask for a glass and some water for the G he is going to give it to the one who I’m going to drop my toxic loads in. I'm jealous as he is getting a heavy dose of G. Joey also changes the jewelry for my PA as he say this will help rip him up as he ball is very ruff. Joey gives him the G and in a 20 minutes he's getting the effect of the G. I go over and start to kiss this hot body and I can sense he is no longer nervous and he is responding to my advances. I can feel Joey taking his arm and is about to slam him and tells me to hold his arm he is resistant now but he is Slammed . I ask the other 2 if this guy has ever been slammed and it's his first one. Once he is slammed by Joey he lets me know it was not heavy one as the heavy one will come later but his reaction is like when I get slammed hard. His body is like puffy as he is now sucking my dick wile Joey is kissing the back of my neck and is working over my nipples as he gives me some pills, he whispers in this will help you. My dick is so hard I just want to fuck so we spin him around and I just shove it in,Joey goes around and give him a booty bump and now his hole is well lube . I’m so hard and horny I go in balls deep and just start to pump for as long ask can stand it. I can feel his ass mussels squeezing on my dick as he wants more when I'm all the way in and relax when I'm all the way out. His friends are just watching with a big smile as I'm fucking him as one goes to his ear and say you to will be a POZ slut soon. I explode with my dick balls deep in his hole with the biggest load I think I ever had as like I was pissing in his hole. When I pull out I see some real dark blood on my dick and on my PA. Joey help spin the guy around so he can clean off my dick and to get me ready for round two. His friends are telling him how to clean my dick off wile Joey is staring to kiss my neck and rubs his hand over my chest. Joey is saying you have few more loads to drop in him and then he is going to slam me. For a slam I will do anything now so are my dick is hard I go back to fucking his hole again. This time I'm not going to rape his hole like the first load I drop in him as he's well torn up now. This time Joey is standing over the guy I'm fucking and Joey dick is right in my face so I start to suck Joey dick ,I think my dick got harder and I soon drop my second load and I get my dick cleaned again. We take a break as they want me to drop another load in him and I need a break and some water and ask Joey can he put some G in it for me. He laugh and says you are a real slut but gives me another one of thous pills. I look at the bed and the hot body that is laying there that I just fuck and will again very soon, Joey goes over to him ties off his arm and gives him a heavy slam and has been keeping him hydrated with G. Joey says one more load should do it and says as you are about to drop your load let him know. I lay him face down with his legs spread wide and see his wreck hole and I have the hardest dick that I have ever had. He is so out of it from this being his first slam getting G and booty bump and I have the honor of giving my family seed now. I just put the head of my dick in and Joey comes right behind me and puts his finger in my hole and gives me a booty bump. Wile I'm fucking him Joey comes behind me a starts to fuck me also. WOW the feeling is unbelievable. I holding as long as I can and Joey jump off of me and holds my arm tight and as I shoot my third load in I'm get slammed hard. Joey gave me a nice hard slam a few seconds after I drop my third load in his hole. I just lay on top of him with my dick still in his hole , as I pull it out it's covered with my cum and some blood. I get off of him and tell him to clean off my dick and as tired as he does. Right after he's finished I take my dick and slap his face with it and the PA is also hitting. I now look in in his face and said you now have my family seed in you.

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…

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.

After I'm clean up Joey take me to get something to eat in the kitchen. I ask where Sam & Lenny are , Joey says they are away for 5 days. I sit there looking at Joey and his hot body and say to my self could I be this lucky. We start to talk as to what will happen to me , He says soon I will have the family POZ blood running through my body just like him. They will Monitor my health and if need be put my on meds. Joey says he is on meds and is shooting blank seed and that Sam & Lenny went off meds to knock me up. I ask when will we know when I'm knock up , he laughs and says we will know very soon when I get the fuck flu. Sam says to me that I will get the same body mods like him, PA , nipple ring right side ,Guiche piercing, nose ring with a unremovable steel ring around my neck that will be wielded. Joey says to me that I will be just like him and will be working for Sam & Lenny at we do best. We go out side to the pool and take dip , when we get out I can take my eyes off Joey and my dick is as hard as a rock and Joey puts me on the massage table and pours warm oil over me and starts to rub it in. All I can think about how much I would like to fuck Joey right now. When he turns me over he puts his tongue just on the head and I'm about to cum as I see pre cum coming out. I can feel his fingers in my ass as he now goes all the way down and I explode. Joey comes over to my face and kisses me and spits my load back into my mouth, he say my cum is not worth swallowing as it still is negative cum is worthless. After 5 day of just laying around and playing around Sam & Lenny come home as planed. They take me to a room I have not been in, it's just like an operating room everything spotless clean with very bright lights. Sam says we normally do this after you are converted into the family but they want me to know that as of now I am even before they know their seed has taken. They will be giving the same body piercing as I have seen on Joey and tomorrow the wielder will be over to put the metal ring around my neck. The piercing of the Guiche was not bad nor was the Prince Albert but the nose and nipple ring was off the charts for pain. Glad I only received one nipple ring. A few hours when I went to pee did that BURN and was pain full and Sam kept tell me to drink lots of water to keep it clean. In the following weeks Sam & Lenny were breeding me and slamming me with lots of Tina and G. Im at the point where I'm willing to do anything for a slam, booty bumps. Being fuck for hours with non stop fucking , sucking dick is how I want to live my life now. About 6 weeks later after my first breeding session with Sam & Lenny I woke up not feeling well. I went to Sam and he said to just stay in bed for now. Sam & Joey come to see me later , I tell them I have sore throat very tried Sam feel my head and say you are running a fever and gives me a thermometer to see how high its 102. Sam says either you have very bad cold or your body is being converted over to our family. We will wait a till this cold passes and do a few test. For 10 days I laid in bed till this cold broke , I could not eat much was sweating all the time and just want to know what was wrong. Sam, Lenny & Joey waited on me and took very good care of me Sam would check in on me 4 to 6 times a day. Went I started to get out of bed Joey was there to help me take a shower as the fever had broken and my body was not aching with pain. I got on the scale as I saw what I look like in the mirror and I did not to good. I went onto the scale and saw I was at 105lb. SHIT as I was 120lb. Before I get out of the shower and Sam wants to take some test. The first one takes 20 minutes the other one he draws some blood and does some test in his office and comes back and says you and now a full blood member of the family. He says my number say I'm highly toxic and in a few weeks when I get my strength back we will go out have find some bug chasers who would want to be seeded.

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

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

Glasgow Tales 3. Previously… I urged him on, “fuck yeah Pedro, I’m almost ready”. He looked me looking back at him and grinned. Then he started pounding my ass like a man-possessed. I couldn’t keep up with him and it was in a very short time he started breathing low and heavy. He grabbed my hips and muttered something in Spanish and then I could feel his cock fill up and shoot out hot cum straight into my ass. Time slowed down with as he came, my energy and his energy joining, the coke sending everything electric, the cum - we were one being, blissed out on life. As he pulled out I looked at the time – it was 6.45pm. Right so… My name’s Stuart and I about to be late for an appointment with my hopefully new landlords. I’d just had the fuck of my life from a sleazy Spaniard dealer called Pedro and now I was desperately trying to get sober, get showered and get out from his place to run down to this new room I was hoping to rent. The ironic thing was I was hoping to get this room to keep an eye on a mate of mine who was in a bit of a drug spiral – was that real ironic or Alanis Morrissette “ironic”? So how does someone get sober from coke in less than five minutes? Fucked if I know. I had Pedro, who was chuckling to himself, looking up Yahoo Answers for it, but half the answers were preachy fuckwits saying you deserved what you got, and the other half telling me to meditate and not drink coffee. Without time for a shower, Pedro’s cum still in my ass and still not having cum yet, I pulled on my bag and my jacket and headed for the door. Pedro looked up from his phone and said “hey chico, here take this, it might help you calm down a bit”. He tossed me a spliff, which I pocketed, and then, as I was heading out the door, he stuck his thumb in his mouth and ran it down to the shaft of his once-more growing cock and said “then bring that white pussy back to me when you’re finished with your guy. I have a guy lined up tonight, but I’m not through with that ass”. “You’re on” I replied and left, taking the stairs down two at a time. In my coke haze I made good time across the city until I was at the door of Bill’s place (and hopefully soon “my place”, if I made a good impression). Bill answered the door in a rugby shirt and running shorts. At 6”2 with bristly black hair that grew everywhere (the backs of his fingers were like little forests), Bill could be seen as intimidating, but only if you didn’t know him. The local rough types steered clear of him, but for me, I had grown up with him in Skye and remembered the geeky Super-Mario fanatic he was (and still is). I found it hard to see him as anything but a lovable stoner. Speaking of which, he stank of weed. “Dude” I said, wrinkling my nose, “you reek of weed and your landlords are due to meet me here any moment”. He laughed and said “relax, it’ll only be a quick chat I’d say, anyways I’m out for a jog, so you’ve the place to yourself” With that, he pushed past me, giving me the thumbs up, and headed down the road. With Bill gone I looked around the house – it was an old Georgian redbrick that had seen better days. The room I’d be renting was at the back above the kitchen. The kitchen being the only social room in the shared house – the landlords Davie and Blair who lived about five streets away in a decidedly nicer part of town, had converted the living room to another bedroom while they worked on earning enough money to do up the entire place. So the garden was a jungle, all the rooms smelled a little damp, even now in the middle of summer, and it was a good thing they had Bill there, cause he was the only one who was handy enough to keep the whole place from falling apart. All in all there were five bedrooms in the place, all dirt cheap. Top floor there was Bill’s master bedroom where I hung out many a night getting stoned. Across the hall there was a rail-electrician who worked nights and who I’d never met. Bill, in his more paranoid stoner moments, was convinced the guy was a cop on a stake-out. Then there was a split-level with the room for rent and a bathroom. The bathroom-door had a post-it note on it currently, asking people to remember to flush. That would be Sabine, the passive aggressive bitch of a girlfriend to Stefan. The German couple shared a bedroom downstairs and Stefan would often creep up to Bill’s room late at night to have a quick joint after his girlfriend fell asleep. We all wondered why he stayed with her, she must have been a demon in the sack. We used to have fun seeing how many of her post-it notes Bill could make her write in a day. Lastly there was Emmett, who was a “murse” – a male nurse, and who Bill (mainly because of his job) suspected was a fag. Like the guy upstairs, he kept night shifts and I’d never met him. Wondering what to do – it was 7.05pm and my eyes were still rolling my head from the coke-high, I went down to the kitchen and put on the kettle. The kitchen was full of post-it notes again “Who ate my cheese???”, “This is SABINE and STEFAN’s milk!!!” and the classic “Who left these dirty dishes here???” We wondered what would happen if we ever pushed her past a fourth question mark. I decided to make enough tea for everyone and took off my jacket to get comfortable. Soon enough I heard a key turn in the door. “Hello?” I heard a voice call from the hall, as two guys came into the house. The first guy to come was dressed in biker gear – all black leather. As he took off his motorbike helmet I saw he had a shaved head and was in his late forties – weathered, brown eyes with a little hint of grey stubble but well built with a broad frame and serious muscle under all that leather – this must be Blair – the older of the two. As we made eye contact I saw the second man behind him come into view. This must be Davie I thought, as the younger man (about mid thirties) pulled off his leather jacket. He was wearing a fitted checked shirt and one of those Che Guevara green caps over ear-length curly hair. As he turned and his bright blue eyes made contact with mine, all I could think was “fuck, I’m in love”. Bill never mentioned his landlords were fucking hot! As the two came into the kitchen I shook their hands and we sat down for some tea. I kept stealing glances at the two of them when I thought they wouldn’t notice. Blair was seriously buff and after removing his biker jacket, he was just wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt to complement his leather pants. His gym-work must have been impeccable cause every inch of his skin on display was an anatomy lesson. Davie was a slimmer but still had a gym-fit build with pale skin like mine, and his face looked like it had been lifted off a Caravaggio or one of those painters. Those bouncy curls that framed his face with its gorgeous cheekbones... I realised noone had talked in a while, and they were looking at me expectantly. “Um so yeah” I started “I’ve known Bill from when we were kids” I could see the two exchange curious glances. “Stuart”, Davie quietly said, “we were asking you what you did for money?” “Oh right” I replied, “I’m currently working a landscape gardening company. It’s just me and my boss Angus”. (Ok, relax Stuart – I thought – you don’t have to give them your life story). “We do a lot of the gardens in the area. It keeps the wolf from the door while I’m figuring out what to do next, and keeps me fit too – I mean, just look at these guns” as I flexed my biceps. (Oh wait – did I actually just say that?) – I caught up with myself – it was like my mouth was running two speeds faster than my brain. (Quick! Laugh it off and move on!) “Ahem, but I am planning to go back to college in a year and work on a PhD in horticulture” –(ok slow down), I continued “maybe do some work with the Botanic Gardens and so anyways I had to move to be closer to work, Angus is a real slave-driver (seriously dude, slow the fuck down) and Bill mentioned there was a room going here, he just let me in just before you came, he hasn’t given me a key or anything”. Davie laughed a little nervously, his eyes twinkling as he reached across the table to me “Relax, Stuart”, he said, “I can tell since we’ve given you little notice to meet us and you’re probably a bit nervous” His whole look was that of a trendy student-professor type, I think he said he worked in Caledonian or one of the others. His hand gently touched my forearm. “now tell me, why are you all wired up?” (Fuck he knows!) “Did Bill really give you such a terrible impression of us?” (Oh nevermind). I laughed and distractedly patted my hand on Davie’s. “Sorry guys, you’re right, you caught me at a bad time – I had to race across town from another meeting, and I guess my body’s still in that Speedy-Gonzales-mode”. Blair’s eyebrows raised and he shot a look to Davie. He asked “So where was it you were coming from, lad?” “Oh, em, a sorta friend I guess” I replied. “And does this “sorta friend” have a name?” Blair continued. (Why all of a sudden did I feel like I was back in Skye being asked who I was meeting by my parents, when I going off to blow the vicar’s son Aldous – but that’s another story). “His name’s Pedro” I replied, “he’s a new acquaintance I guess”. Blair and Davie smiled back at me “ah, that sorta friend” Blair laughed. Davie smirked “I knew you were gay the second…” he took a breath “the second Bill told us on the phone”. They both broke out laughing. Smug bastards. “Well we’re sorry we interrupted your budding sorta-friendship”. I laughed too, they seemed to get me. I piped up, “and to answer your question Davie, Bill did not give me a terrible impression and he definitely didn’t tell me how fit you guys are! When I think of a pair of gay landlords I would never have thought of the pair of you – I see ye both as gym instructors maybe” I quipped (ok – tone it down Stuart). Davie looked at Blair and said “well, flattery will get you everywhere!” Standing up, he said “well we should really show you the room, before you make poor Pedro jealous” With that we went up the stairs to the room. The narrow room was pretty bare with a bed and mattress in to the right as you opened the door. To the left was a wardrobe and chest of drawers with an ashtray on it and after that a sink. The room’s real feature was its Georgian windows facing out over the garden and an original fireplace – vital for keeping the place warm in winter. Davie was just finishing “and when we renovate, that’s where the pelmet will be”. I was not looking at where he was pointing (what the fuck is a pelmet anyway?) but at the gap of pale skin he left exposed from his fitted check shirt to his cords. Was that line a cum-gutter? Nice six-pack Davie! And the lad was obviously packing too from the way he was standing. ‘Stuart?” Davie asked me, smiling as I tore my eyes away from his crotch, “ I was asking you if you were had a boyfriend or anything? The room might be a bit small for a couple” “Oh, no” I replied, “just a few sorta friends” I joked. Blair was standing behind me, and reached over me to pick up the ashtray. I could smell his spicy aftershave and thought – If I can smell them, are they smelling Pedro right now…? “Looks like Bill’s been smoking his wacky-baccy in here again” Blair said as he emptied the ashtray. Davie smirked, “Fuck I’d kill for a joint right now” Blair replied “Fuck, I’d fuck for a joint right now” I laughed at the two of them and then I thought of the joint that Pedro left me. Blair lifted up my jacket that he’d brought from the kitchen. “Looking for something?” he asked, and with that he pushed me onto the bed. “What’s going on?” I asked mock-innocent, Blair pulled out the giant joint that Pedro gave me. “What do you call this laddy?” he barked. “You don’t honestly think we hadn’t realised you’ve been fucked up the entire time you’ve been here?” Davie sat down beside me and put his hands on either side of my face “Honestly, Stuart! Your eyes are as big as plates. Look at me for a second”. I was freaking the fuck out. “Wait”, I gasped, “I can explain”. I looked up to see Blair and Davie saying something about “are we doing this?” I immediately thought “this” was “calling the police”. “Guys, wait, look I’m sorry” I appealed to them, “You’re right I’ve been a bit stoned since I came here” I lied, “I thought it would calm me down, but it’s wound me up instead and now I’ve made a balls of the interview” I stood up and turned to the two of them on the bed. “Please, if there’s anyway I can “unfuck-up” this meeting let me know” Blair and Davie looked at each other and smiled. Blair turned to me and said “So you think you can come into our home, and get baked and flirt shamelessly with the two of us, all for what – to get a room?” “No” I denied, “I honestly just want to live with Bill – he’s been a friend from childhood and we get on well – I’m never normally this baked – I just got stoned with Pedro on a new strain of weed, and I guess I didn’t react well to it” Davie pulled out a lighter and lit up the spliff in Blair’s hands, he asked “is this the same weed Stuart?” as Blair took a deep drag. “So let’s see what effect it has” Davie continued and with that took a drag himself, his perfect lips drawing in the fumes, his blue eyes holding eye-contact with me before disappearing in the exhaled smoke. “Fuck, that’s strong stuff” Blair muttered, then asked “so what else did you and your stoner friend Pedro get up to?” I gulped, I knew where this conversation was going – at least I thought I did. Davie knelt up on the bed, all the while staring straight at me. He whispered something to Blair, who, laughing, said “yeah that’s a good idea”. As they were talking I realised just how fucked up I was, my knees were actually full-on trembling! “Stuart” Blair asked, “I want you to show us what you did with your friend Pedro, what happened first?” I hesitantly replied “um, I know Pedro through a fuck-buddy of mine”, I took a deep breath, and thought - well here goes nothing, “I went to his apartment at 4 o’ clock and the door was ajar. He was kneeling on the bed waiting for me, smoking a spliff” “Like this?” Blair interrupted and kneeled up on the bed beside Davie, taking a drag of the spliff, and then released it and asked “and what did you do?” Both watched me intently like cats that have their prey cornered and are just waiting for the right time to pounce. “Fuck this” I thought to myself, “go balls deep or go home” and facing my landlords, I quickly pulled off my top, slid off my underwear and trousers and stepped naked in front of them. “Then I sucked his cock” I said, and knelt down in front of them, licking my lips. Davie’s cords took no time to unbutton, and sure enough he was sporting a sizable cock at about 7 inches but almost that again in girth – a proper coke can cock. As I knelt and freed his cock I looked into both of their eyes. They were just as mesmerised by the scene as I was. Freeing Blair’s cock took a little more time – one-handed while stroking Davie’s cock it took a while to get the strong zip on the Blair’s leather pants down. It was then I realised they were shaved their pubes. I took Davie’s cock in my mouth while looking up at both of them. I ran my fingers over the day-old stubble up to their hard firm stomachs. Davie took a pull of the joint and then passed it down to me. After taking a toke I swapped over to Blair’s dick. He too was about 7 inches but not as thick as Davie and with a bright purple head. Blair pulled up his tight black t-shirt up revealing his abs and pecs as I swallowed his cock down to the root. Davie started to play with Blair’s obviously enhanced nipples and he shuddered as I picked up pace. “The boy sure knows how to suck cock” he said, eyes closed with one hand grabbing the back of my head. He then started bucking into my mouth. I gagged a little but went with it, loving how full my mouth was feeling. Meanwhile Davie bent down to help me with Blair’s cock, and we battled it out with our mouths over it – making a tunnel for it between our mouths, and then we found ourselves kissing passionately. I was kissing Davie, Bill’s insanely hot landlord, unbuttoning his shirt and running my hands over his smooth pale chest. His pillowy lips engulfed mine and his tongue rose up to enter my mouth and I opened my eyes to see his crystal blues staring straight back at me. I felt this odd surge of emotion through me and it felt like Davie was feeling it as well. When I went down on Davie’s cock, Blair came around behind me and whispered two things into my ears, “We knew you were high as soon as you started babbling in the kitchen” and “we know it’s not just weed you’re on”. Then he grabbed my hair and started vigorously throat-fucking Davie with my head. I nearly fucking choked, there were tears running down my face. “You want this room don’t you Stuart, but you need to convince us why we should give a junkie like you a chance”, he then leaned forward and looking me in the eyes he licked the tears from my face. “I’ll be your new fucking landlord, is that what you want?” Blair whispered in my ears as he jerked his lover off with my mouth. “What else are you on Stuart? You can tell me” “Omghfjhddf” is all I could manage to say – as my mouth was quite obviously in use. “What’s that?” Davie asked, jerking back my head off of his cock. I gasped for air, and ’fessed up, “I did some coke with Pedro, it was my first time, he said I’d be sober by the time I got to you”. Davie looked at Blair, they both blinked a few times and then erupted in laughter. “Right” Blair said, “where’s this Pedro live? We’re gonna pay him a visit someday, but not before I get my first load out. Davie, prepare the boy” Davie looked at me, and grinned and said “well done Stuart, you’ve done the right thing telling us”, and then scooted to my ass and shortly shouted up “Looks like Pedro’s done some damage here” and then I felt Davie’s tongue dive between my cheeks looking for the foamy traces of Pedro’s load. Blair shoved me onto his cock as his partner licked me clean of Pedro’s seed. I deep throated Blair’s cock for all I was worth, banging my face on his defined abs and reach a hand up to play with his pumped up nips. Davie came up for air and got up on the bed facing away from me. “Get down on my lover’s ass boy” Blair barked and with no hesitation I dove right in. Even though he had looks like an angel, Davie had a well-worn hole that had seen some traffic – This was no young twink I was playing with. He opened quickly to my tongue and I licked off all the sweat of his day from him. Taking my cue from Pedro’s lingering ass-play I used my jaw and worked fingers into my routine. Davie was toking the remains of the spliff and grinding his ass back into me, loving the extra-special attention while reaching back to grab my cock. It didn’t really work so he turned around and ducked under me 69 style, presenting his hole to me while engulfing my cock. While I started to rim Davie, Blair had been tasting Pedro out of my ass. When Davie switched up the positions on the mattress, Blair spoke up “I think the young slut has had coke up his ass – I can taste it”. I chuckled at this point and said “yeah you got me Blair, now will you shove something else up there?” Blair chuckled “Oh, ya finally grew a bit of a spine did ya?” I just reached back with both hands and pulled my cheeks further apart. “Hang on lad” Blair said, “I’ll destroy ye, take a hit of this first” and passed me on some poppers he obviously had had on him the entire time. After a little bit of rearranging and me fumbling with the plastic seal for a bit, we were finally set. I was doggy-style diagonally across the corner of the bed sticking out into the centre of the room. Davie was under me, sucking Blair’s and my cock at the same time. I took the first hit off of the newly opened bottle. The room started to spin a bit as I reached back to give them to Blair. Moments later when he had his hit and passed them on to Davie, I felt Blair’s cockhead at my asshole. At this stage the poppers were properly lighting up inside me and added to the weed and coke my ass was on fire. Blair (with Davie’s guidance), got his cock about halfway up when I needed another hit of poppers. I kept thinking this would have been easier with a bit more lube than what Pedro left. This time I said down to Davie, “I’m gonna finger your ass, and I want you to guide Blair in the same way I’m fingering you”. Then I licked my thumb and taking a deep hit of the poppers I guided it down to Davie’s spit-slick tunnel until I reached halfway, then I started to pull and push slowly working my way deeper into his well fucked hole. Seconds late I felt Blair’s cock push and pull inside me and I smiled, ‘that’s it, yeah!” Working in two more fingers I got the thumb, index and middle finger in to the second knuckle and started to gentle rock them in and out of Davie’s sphincter. Sure enough Davie got Blair to follow suit, and we soon had a decent rhythm going where I’d slow Blair down or speed him up depending on my finger-fucking of his lover. Davie wanted more and more of me in his ass, and his eagerness lead to me increasing the pace of my fingering and thus my own fucking. I’d say Davie had been fisted a few times, and if I had the right lube I would have tried it, but maybe next time. Blair’s cock, lubed with spit and Pedro’s cum, felt massive inside me, I could feel his cock swelling up against my insides. I quickened the pace once more pulling my fingers out and then shoving them roughly back in again. Davie grunted and then set to work getting Blair to copy my rhythm. Blair needed no encouragement. He thrust quicker and deeper into me, and as he got close to the point of no return, I grabbed my cock out of Davie’s mouth and pulled him around to face me. For a few seconds time stood still, as we locked gazes. Then Blair started to shout "oh fuck yeah" as pounded my ass while he came. I held to Davie and passionately kissed him while one handedly getting to cliamx myself. I felt that I could feel every drop of Blair’s juice’s swimming in my gut and while looking into Davie’s wonderful blue eyes, I started to lose it myself and cum a fullbody shuddering orgasm. I came all over Davie’s stomach and he chuckled at my orgasm face. Then, looking down at the jiz he frowned and said “pity, next time I want that inside me”. I smiled, raised and eyebrow and said “does that mean I have the room?”

CONTINUED... He walked slowly toward me. His domination was complete. I was his. He took my hand and pressed it against my chest. I opened my hand and felt the hard muscle under his shirt. Justin smiled at me. I started to tug at his shirt and he stopped me. "You gotta ask first," he said. "Can I take your shirt off, please?" "Not good enough. Call me 'Sir'" The little punk was into control. "Can I take your shirt off, Sir?" He nodded and I pulled his shirt over his head. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the warm, firm muscle. I was overwhelmed with desire. Justin grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face into his chest. I stuck my tongue out and licked at his beautiful body. He moaned as I lathered his pecs with my tongue, paying special attention to his erect nipples. I worshiped his entire torso with my lips and tongue, and eventually found myself on my knees before him. Looking up at him with intense desire I swallowed hard and asked, "Can I, Sir, please?" "What do you want?" The little fuck. He was going to make me say it. "I want to suck your cock, Sir...please!" Justin just looked down at me with a smirk on his face for a few moments. He was enjoying the control. He knew I'd do anything for him. "You'd better be good or I'll make you stop." "Yes, Sir!" I unfastened his belt while groping his bulge. I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his narrow hips. Justin's cock tented his stark, white briefs. I drooled over his meat. Not once had I seen his manhood. I'd always avoided looking when Justin was completely naked. I knew now that I'd been saving that sight for this very moment. I slid his briefs down and his hard cock sprang up. I wasted no time. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, tasting his sweet precum. Justin moaned. Hungry for his dick, I pulled more and more of the long shaft between my lips. Justin had one nice cock, about seven and a half inches long and perfectly straight. It was slightly this and throbbed with intensity. I drew inch after inch of dick between my lips, savoring the taste and texture of the hot meat. Justin moaned again. I knew the feelings I was creating for him. I knew I was serving him well. I sucked and slurped my way down his tool. My tongue was busy exploring his shaft. I slid my lips right down to the base and buried my nose in his dark, trimmed pubes. His scent engulfed me, so virile, sexy, still strong after his recent shower. I loved it as I held his cock in my mouth and fondled his nuts. I worked my way back up the shaft until his cock popped from my lips. I drew it in once more, concentrating on the sensitive head. Again I swallowed the shaft, savoring every moment of contact, every throb of his manmeat. I was in heaven. I could have sucked his cock forever. I was lost in the moment and accidentally scraped Justin with my teeth. He pulled his cock from my mouth. "I told you you'd better be damned good or I'd make you stop!" "Please, please let me suck it, Sir!" "No!" I wanted to grab the little fucker and suck him anyway, but he was in control and ordered "Take off your shirt." I did as I was told. "Now strip off everything else." Soon I was naked before him. He looked me up and down and remarked "Nice body, Coach...and it's all mine." "Can I suck your dick now, Sir?" "No! We're gonna do something else." Justin looked at me wickedly and stroked his cock. He was rock hard. I wanted to wrap my lips around his meat so bad. He bent over and reached into his gym bag. His tight little butt made me drool. I wanted to reach out and touch it. Justin stood up with a bottle of lube in his hand. He poured out a generous amount on his long, straight cock. "You're gonna get fucked, Coach...raw." "I'm not really into...." "Shut up, Coach! You said you'd do as I told you. I said I'd tell you when the time came. IT'S TIME. Now bend over!" "Justin, I...." "DO IT!" Justin grabbed me roughly and pushed me over the desk. He walked behind me and positioned his dickhead against my hole. I wanted to suck his cock, over and over, but didn't really want to be fucked. "Justin..." "Shut up! You're gonna get fucked and that's all there is to it! I know you want it, bitch. Tell me you don't want my cock and we'll end it." I remained silent. "Yeah, that's what I thought!" Justin pushed and his thick dick slipped in past me ring. I grunted in pain. Justin pushed his cock deeper into my ass. I groaned. It hurt, but at the same time it aroused me like I'd never been aroused before. I wasn't used to being fucked, but there was something so sexy and hot about this beautiful man's thick, raw cock sliding into my ass. Justin grabbed my hips and sank his dick deeper and deeper into my ass. He moaned as he buried his entire shaft up inside me. He leaned over and pressed hard. His bare dick felt like it was a foot long...and thick! He worked it around, pushing buttons I didn't even know I had, then drew it back out and plunged it back in again. I relaxed and the pain subsided. My entire consciousness was focused on Justin's raw cock sliding in and out of my ass. I was aware of each movement, each centimeter of the skin-to-skin contact. My own cock grew rock hard as Justin used me and my hole to fulfill his sexual needs. "You have one tight hole, Coach. Ugh!" It should have been tight. Guys had wanted my ass, but none had violated it, until Justin That little punk took my cherry. But the pain was gone. It was all pleasure. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked hard and bred deep. As if he could read my mind, Justin picked up the pace. He forced his cock up my ass harder and faster. He fucked me full force. With each thrust, he drove his dick into me with greater power. Soon, he had to grip my hips harder to steady himself as he pounded away at my ass. He fucked me harder and harder, drilling me and moaning like an animal. My cock was rock hard and my nuts were churning. Without ever having touched it once, I blew. Thick, sticky jets of my jizz spewed all over the desk. Spurt after spurt of my DNA spewed everywhere. I moaned loudly as I emptied my nuts. I threw my head back and actually howled with the pleasure. Every time Justin's thick, raw cock slammed deep into my asshole, another hot jet of jizz spewed from my throbbing tool. I'd never had an orgasm like that before. Justin went nuts fucking my ass. He was totally out of control. He used me. He abused me and I loved it! Then I felt his dick swell within me. I felt it throb and jerk. This beautiful god moaned as spurt after spurt of his punk spunk shot deep into my ass. His cock pumped with each and every jet of his baby batter. Justin kept cumming and cumming, moaning as he unloaded his nuts deep within me. Just when I thought he had nothing left, Justin rammed his bone even deeper and shot off one more rope of his DNA in my open and hungry hole. That punk sure could cum! He'd fucked me like a maniac as he blew his load. At last, he shot his final blast and fell on me. We stood, panting and sweating, our hearts pounding in our chests. "You're one good fuck, Coach!" Justin said, smiling broadly and beautifully with all his charm. "And you're getting extra credit," I said. We dressed, and Justin left soon after, but not before ordering me to report to his apartment that weekend to service his needs. My cock grew in anticipation. I couldn't wait to serve the wild young stud again.

My family operated a landscaping business and garden center called Plowman's. Mom's side of the family were into farming while Dad was a landscaper, so the business was a nice compromise. One spring, Mom's folks took ill, so Mom and Dad headed west to help with planting. While she tended her parents, Dad supervised their farm hands. I stayed behind, minding the store. That sucked, but not exactly the way I liked. You see, I'd grown up with those farm hands, and I joined them every planting and harvesting. In more recent years, it had gotten really interesting. Usually we'd go skinny-dipping after the day's work. The cold water was a dick-shrinking shock after the heat of the fields. And after-swim talk always turned to sex because the men would be joking how big their dicks really got, which would cause everyone to throw bones. Since the pond was secluded and it was just us guys, pretty soon we got into circle jerks. After a few weeks, guys started to jack each other off. And a few weeks later, everybody was swapping blow jobs and more. Ed's dick was my favorite. Short and thick, it oozed a river of jizz that I sucked right out of the slit. I'd learned to deepthroat like a pro by training on the biggest dick going - Al's. We measured Al's meat once, after he pulled out of my mouth and seconds before he creamed into my open mouth, That sucker came in a 9.5". My dick stirred at the memory, but my aching nuts reminded me I wouldn't taste Al's dick this spring. Hauling bags of seed and soil around the place every day after school had given me a nice solid build. While not built up like some of the farm hands, at 20 I had a wiry body with muscles etched into it. Working alone in the storeroom before opening and waiting for my parents to leave, I ground my crotch against a bag of feed in frustration. I dreamed of last fall, when I'd sucked Ed's juicy dick while Al pumped me from behind. Ed had prepped my hole by sucking it, while Al fingered it deep, jabbing my button with each thrust. Not only had I learned to suck that last summer, I'd learned to take it up my tail, too. "Hey, buddy! Wake up!," Dad yelled. "We're goin'." "Sorry, Dad. Just thinking," I said, dropping the bag. "Judging by the bone you've thrown, I can guess about what," Dad said, eyeing my crotch. Looking down at my tented shorts, I blushed. "It's okay, son. When I was 19, I had to tie it to my leg to keep it down!" Dad laughed. After seeing my parents off, I headed back to the storeroom. I had an hour before the staff came because my parents had wanted an early start. That morning at home, I'd dashed into the shower, hiding the morning hard-on I'd been pounding on. Just as I'd gotten into a groove, working my meat and slipping a couple of soapy fingers into my ass, Dad pounded on the bathroom door: "Let's go!" Which left me feeling sorry for myself and horny as fuck. But I came to the store prepared. Dropping onto a bed of flattened boxes, I reached up the leg of my shorts, pulling out my leaking dick, wet and growing fast. Juice pooled inside my foreskin. I'd never measured, but I figured I had 7.5" plus, with a thick foreskin hanging close to my knob. I ran a finger under the skin and drew it out. I sniffed it before licking it clean...Sweet! Fisting my meat, I took a magazine from my backpack. The photo layout showed two guys: one wiry - kind of like me - and the other a stocky football hunk. Closeups of the football player's fat dick spreading open the slim guy's pucker always got me off. That and a greased finger up my ass. I threw off my shorts and moving spit-covered fingers past my bouncing nuts, I rubbed the spit around my nearly hairless hole. Getting a shudder, I eased a finger past the wrinkled muscle inside to locate my boy button. Startled by the front door buzzer, I jabbed hard. My dick exploded uncontrollably, my ass muscles clamping around my finger. A stream of jizz shot from my piss-slit onto my t-shirt. A second rope soaked my pubes. The buzzer again. "Shit!" Pulling my finger out, I smelled it because I loved the smell of my ass. I flicked cum off my hand and stepped into my shorts. I was literally at the door before I remembered the cum soaking my shirt. Spreading it made it look less like a cum shot, but made the stain bigger. Opening the door, I didn't even get to say, "We're not open" before the delivery guy barged past. "Where to, buddy?" he asked, pushing in a trolley. My mouth hung open. I couldn't believe this guy. His attitude sucked, but he was hot.

i prefer a loose hole only if the bottom knows how to use his cunt properly.. I keep mine clean and ready should the occassion arise:)

I'd become addicted to meeting married guys. Even though I knew it was morally wrong, my dick didn't care. Neither did my asshole. Whenever I would chat with a guy who was "discrete" I would inevitably ask them if they were married. I think my brain hoped that they weren't, so that I could hook up guilt-free. But my ass would hope that they were married, so I could get fucked by a married man. There was something so hot about a guy, married to a woman, with children of his own, raising a family. A man so confident in his ability to manipulate those around him, to fuck a fag like me. After my first couple hook ups with married men, I desired to be their piece on the side. They can take it or leave it, but my ass was open to them. I met up with a construction worker, who was currently staying at his friend's place while working a job. His wife and kids were back home miles away, and I released myself to him with abandon. We kissed furiously within the first seconds of greeting each other. I couldn't get enough of his buff physique, hairy in some places and smooth in others, with skin bright red from working in the sun shirtless. After some hot foreplay, he made a move to fuck me. I asked if he had any condoms, and he said he wanted to fuck me raw. I appreciated a man who stated what he wanted. No bullshitting or lying like, "oh I forgot to buy condoms sorry!" He wanted to ride me bareback and made it known. I weakly protested, but he only smirked as he playfully wrestled me down. I tried pushing back against him, to see how far he would go. He wrangled me face down, ass up, his thick hand holding my neck. Using only a couple globs of spit, he sank his girth into me, and I squealed into the sheets. At last, I felt like was home again. Being filled by a man, a real man. A man who's dick has probably fucked many men and woman, including his wife. The same dick that has brought children into the world. In a weird way I wished his seed would make me pregnant, marking me as his property. I loved getting dominated like that. His hand held my neck down, choking me as he brutally fucked and seeded my ass. After he came, I massaged his cock with my ass, milking it for all I could get. We met up frequently before he finished his job and went back home. I knew it would eventually end, and that was all part of the allure to me. Am I fucked up?

Let me give some clarification. I saw a guy several times over the course of last year. He got off on flicking his cigarette ash on me while I was sucking him. Would bite me until I had welts on my skin. Would break the skin. Loved yanking on my balls and cock til I thought they would sever. Would ram his very thick cock into my ass without any lube or spit and fuck me for hours. Telling me how he loved my "tiny dicklet". First session ran from 2 in the afternoon til he finally came at 5 after midnight. Yes. There were 15 minute breaks. But that's a hell of a long time to endure a dry fuck. I watched him try to wrap a dollar bill length wise around his cock and it didn't come close to reaching. Here's the difference. After all of that was over, he would hold me and tell me how much I really was worth and that all those things were role play. He treated me like a king outside the bedroom. It was role play. I get into the Dom/sub scenario. As role play. So I've been on a lot of sites that are geared to that culture. I have seen several times where men have posted something like this: "I am desperately seeking a man to be my Dom and make me his slave. I have been a slave all of my life and know my place. That I am just a hole and mouth to be used to get "real men" (my quotes, not their's) off. I want my new master to use me and abuse me until my hole is wrecked and my body is broken and useless. When that time comes, I NEED him to do what I deserve. Fuck me one last time and then kill me. Because I am nothing but a piece of worthless shit. Please help me find the man that will do that." Call what I'm saying psycho babble or whatever you want. That's ok. But that is not healthy behavior. Nor the sign of someone who has any self worth. This is a forum. Where things are discussed. If everyone agreed on every issue, it would become boring incredibly quickly and the site would die. I'm not always going to agree with you and you obviously won't with me. But we can all agree on one thing: We fucking love fucking bareback and there's nothing better. Oh... Did I mention I love to drink piss too?..... Just thought I'd throw that in there... One last thing and I'll shut up on this issue.... I never inferred that the subs are not "manly". In fact, I believe I insisted that they are men. In all caps at that. I understand the idea of getting off on being used. But I think it needs to be done in a healthy manner. As in, the bottom knows he's worth more than just a hole to be fucked. We have enough gay men and women committing suicide or hating themselves. I admit I still struggle with both issues. Maybe that's why this hit close to home for me. And felt the need to post in the hopes that maybe even just one person might get the message that they are worth something. No harm in that.

The second time I barebacked was also with a married man. In hindsight I should have known he was married, all the signs were there. Being the innocent 22 year old, I obliviously followed the will of my horny hole. We met on Planet Romeo. He seemed a nice enough guy, although incredibly discrete. He only shared pictures of his crotch, while asking for my nude and face pics. I supplied them all, eagerly awaiting his approval, and once that was met, we exchanged numbers. The winter of 2010 was rather snowy in my area, and finding time together was tough. I lived with my brother at the time, making it impossible to bring a stranger home for sex. This guy said he could sometimes host, since he lived with his brother and wife. All throughout he was very persistent, sometimes calling me during the day to talk dirty to me. Sometimes this annoyed me, especially if I was at work, but other times I got a raging hard on listening to his deep voice. Finally after some back and forth, we decided on a time to meet at his house directly. The morning of our meeting, I reached out to him to confirm the time. I asked if he had condoms and lube, but he said he had run out. He still desperately wanted to meet, but I told him that I only play safe. He asked me then to bring condoms and lube, explaining that his car was buried in snow. 'Well at least I found out ahead of time,' I thought. After buying the supplies, I made my way over to his place and parked outside. I noticed car partly covered by snow, and as I walked by, I noticed a car seat for babies in the back. Maybe that wasn't his car? I knocked on his front door and a short but handsome man in his early 30s answered. He had these sexy dark eyes and was very clean cut. I felt lucky that he wasn't some troll, but at that point my hole was hungry enough to let anyone in. We quickly made our way to the guest room while making out. Once there, we helped each other out of our clothes and explored our bodies. I remember how he pushed me onto the puffy duvet covered bed, which was a simple queen-sized mattress on the floor. He pinned me to the sheets, which were warm from the heating vents, and we made out passionately. After the usual foreplay, I retrieved the condoms and lube from my jeans. "I hope I got the right size," I said with a wink. He was a bit bigger girth-wise, something I had underestimated in the photo he sent. "That should be fine, we'll make do," he said. I watched him put the condom on hastily, and I noticed that he didn't pinch the top of the condom, but I didn't think anything of it. We assumed the missionary position and he slowly entered me, which was painful at first since my hole wasn't stretched out. Once he was finally inside me, we began fucking properly. We did missionary for a while, then switched to the side, then doggy, then finally back to missionary. I loved the full feeling of his dick inside me, and I missed it every time he had to pull out. That was when I heard a snap inside me. I could see that he heard it too from the look in his eyes, but he continued to pump away anyway. In fact he continued at an accelerating pace, and I didn't tell him to stop. I knew deep down that the condom broke, and he was going to cum inside me. My dick got harder and we kissed more deeply and passionately as before. He finally came inside, pumping all of his semen into my ass, and collapsed on top of me. I naively thought that there could be a slight chance that his dick was still wrapped up, but after he slowly pulled out, the torn condom followed, and I knew he had impregnated me. An onslaught of conflicting feelings descended on me. I felt fearful that he might have given me an STD, but I also felt so turned on, getting fucked raw by a man. As these thoughts went through my mind, I made up some excuse to leave and dressed myself. He promised that he was clean and negative, and he wanted me to stay and possibly go for a round two, but I knew I needed to go home and wash myself. During the car ride home, I felt his cum dribble out of my well worn hole into the seat of my jeans. I never felt so sexy in my life. I went home and jacked off furiously, fingering my wet hole and realizing my dream to be a bareback cum slut. More tales to come!

Part 3 Sorry been mental busy guys. The metal rattle of keys being shoved into a lock woke me from my light sleep. The cell blanket wrapped around my naked body and the pile of my piss soaked cloths lying in the corner brought my situation back to me in a rush. My heart started beating fast as I knew who was coming into the cells again and my cock sprung to life much to my disgust. He stepped in and again locked the door to the cells closed but this time he turned back to the door and taped a large sheet of paper over the view slot in the door. I also noticed a bag hanging at his waist caught on his belt beside his gun. He strode arrogantly over to my cell and pointed to the spot right in from of him. I knew what he wanted and hated myself for almost rushing over. But over I went there was no refusing his gesture. He stood there with an air of expectance and I raised my arms allowing the blanket to fall off my body as my hands went to the growing bulge in his trousers to unzip and allow his monster cock out again. My own cock was at full mast as I heard a sharp intake of breath from him as he viewed my naked body. His big cock sprang out and I took his knob into my mouth and started to work him more and more into my throat. Again my eyes teared and my breathing came in ragged gasps as his knob cut off my airway. He worked to about half way again and seemed satisfied as he withdrew and slowly pushed back again allowing me to catch a breath. For ages he just seemed to rock back and forth filling my mouth and throat with his thick cock. Throat slime was thick on his shaft and drooling down my front. “Up, face me and stand near the bars Boi”, he ordered in that deep voice that seemed to fill the cells. The noise of belts came to my ears as he delved into the bag but it wasn’t belts. A cold leather strap went around my upper thigh just below my crotch and buckled tight, this was repeated on my other leg. Next he knelt down and secured the same on my ankles. My cock was dripping and aching from the hardness. Another set of straps where attached to just above my knees and finally to each of my wrists. “Turn around and bring your ass against the bars boi” Again the bag rustled and suddenly he grabbed my ankle and pulled it against cell bar and i heard the click of a lock securing my ankle to cell bar. “Spread your legs boi” I did so and again a lock fastened my ankle to the cell bars. “Bend over boi and touch your ankles” His hands snaked through the bars and locked my wrist straps to steel loops in the ankle straps. There I was bent over, naked and wondering just what was going to happen next. The click of more locks and the straps at my knees and thighs where put into place and I found I was securely fastened against the cell bars hardly able to move. The cold bars bit into my flesh as I was so tightly secured against them. The rattle of keys made my head turn and from my upside down view he walked into the cell. There was something more in his hand that I could not make out. “Open your mouth boi”, he grunted and as I did my mouth was suddenly filled with the taste of rubber and a strap buckled at the back of my neck head it in place. My cock spurted more precum as I felt his abrasive hands roughly roamed over my body. He stood up and left the cell, locking the door again and returning to stand outside the bars in front of my ass. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I knew what he was planning. Sure the jokes had went round the team changing rooms and now I knew what he intended to do to me. Secured as I was there was nothing I could do, not even cry for help. Again the bag rustled, I heard the pop of a lid, cold sticky substance being pressed into my virgin hole by his thick finger and a deep growling groan coming from him. I tried to scream, cry, sob and tell him not to do this but it only worked the rubber ball deeper and more completely into my mouth. He stood up and his hard cock slapped against my ass as he had obviously gave it a jerk and used it like a baton to slap against my spread and vulnerable crack of my ass. I heard the hiss of a bottle opening and suddenly a strange smell filled the air and he was breathing very deeply and holding each breath. The cold on my ass suddenly warmed as I realised his huge hot knob was positioned against the virgin entrance of my body. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I could not move, I was bound against the bars of the cell and unable to scream. “Going to breed you boi, going to dump my load of hot cum deep in your virgin hole, going to bust your cherry ass wide open and make you bleed from my massive cock driving into your body “ Deeper inhaling followed that grunted statement and my brain suddenly release he wasn’t even going to wear a condom. The cold sweat for fear ran down my spine and onto my neck. The bars shuddered and he grabbed them and thrust his cock into my hole. Fire of pain shot through me as I was brutally impaled on his massive cock. Only his knob broke through the tight ring of my ass but I knew it wasn’t going to stop.

Just got home from breeding a guy i met through Craigs List. He is from out of town. He asked me to get there with lube and condoms. I never carry either of them. I just went to see him. ended up breeding his hole without any complaints. I also peed in his hole right afterr. He felt it and asked me what i was doing and i said filling his hole was not enough, i need to wash it out. I emptied my whole bladder in that hole. I could feel that hot liquid pouring out. After making a big mess on the bed and in his hole i just got up, got dressed and left. Sad part is i never knew his name. Love a fuck like that.

THE PLOWMAN, PART 2 "Where to, buddy?" he asked, pushing in a trolley. My mouth hung open. I couldn't believe this guy. His attitude sucked, but he was hot. "Storeroom!" I finally shouted, staring at his retreating back. A little shorter than me, he had beefy legs covered in blonde fur, and his shorts were clinging to a nice square butt. Hearing the storeroom doors open brought me around. The magazine! Before I could react, the guy was headed back out. Stopping in front of me, he pushed back his cap, revealing dark eyes. Not much older than me, I thought. After signing the receipt, he handed it to me. "We don't take deliveries till we open," I said nervously. "Fillin' in a few mornings...regular guy is off." "Well, have a good day," I replied. "Looks like you're starting it right," he said heading out while looking at the wet cum mark on my t-shirt. "Always did like a good jerk-off in the morning." For the second time, I stood slack-jawed. Maybe he didn't see the magazine. Fuck, that was close, I thought. Unnerved, I stashed my magazine and got back to work. The next morning, I opened the door and found myself facing the same driver. "You're early...again," I commented, blushing somewhat. "Busy?" asked the driver, winking. "Not yet," I stammered. I stayed at the door, too nervous to follow him. Returning, he gave me the waybill. "Some delicate plants in the order," he said walking out. "Should probably deal with them right away." Confused, I walked to the back. We didn't carry delicate plants. Looking over the order, I froze. A jockstrap was laying on top of the boxes. Its warm smell filled the air. Cupping the pouch in my hand, I was shocked by its heat and sweaty dampness. Must have just taken it off, I thought. I brought the material to my face. The smells of piss and jizz hit me. Turning it over, I located the spot where the straps met - right in front of where his asshole would've been - and took a deep sniff. The funky smell made my dick throb. I humped the boxes like a madman, sucking and sniffing the jock till spunk filled my shorts. Cum flowed out my dick and down over my nuts. Some even ran over my hole while I rolled around in heat, making my ass sticky. I went to the bathroom and jerked another load out by rubbing the ribbed material across my asshole. I even pushed the pouch inside my ass a ways. Then I traded my cum-soaked Jockeys for the strap and went back into the store. The day was exhausting, and after the staff left, I did a final check to see that everything was locked up. I was heading out the storeroom's rear exit when a sound brought me up short. Turning, I saw stacks of baled straw toppling over, the twine breaking open, spreading it everywhere, Shit! I dropped to my knees. I couldn't leave it like this. "Doesn't take much to get you on your knees, does it?" Startled, I looked up to see the delivery guy standing there, wearing only a jock and work boots. As he pinched a large nipple with his left hand, the right worked the dick inside his pouch. "Think I'd give ya that jock for free?" he asked, winking. His meat pushing the jock out from his body, he pulled it aside enough to free a hairy bag of nuts. Working both nipples now, he pumped his hips at me. His dickhead was clearly visible through the pre cum-soaked material. "How did you...I don't think..." I trailed off. "Does it matter?" the driver asked. Heart pounding, I crawled toward him, eyes glued to the glistening dick straining the fabric of his jock. Running my tongue across the ribbed pouch to taste his salty flow, I said, "I don't even know your name." "Call me Plowman...like the store." I grunted as the tang of cum juice filled my mouth. Pressing hard with my tongue, I pushed the material into his piss-slit. Plowman flexed his dick and sent a burst of pre-cum past my lips. Pulling aside the pouch, Plowman freed his sticky, thick cut cock. I took a good look at his gaping piss-slit and big ridge before closing my mouth over the knob. The accumulated juice and it slick, and breathing out, I slid down, deep-throating it whole. Thick, smelly pubes pressed against my face. "Man," Plowman said, "you took that real easy, kid. That's one sweet throat." Taking his hands from his nipples, he closed them around my head. I heard him hiss between clenched teeth before he pulled back and then plunged into my throat, starting to fuck. I whimpered between strokes. I loved being throat-fucked! Plowman's nuts slapped my chin. With one hand on his thigh, I reached with the other hand to cup his swinging sac. Man, his nuts were hot...hot and full! "Good...tighten...yessss," moaned Plowman while fucking my throat. When he'd flex his dick to full thickness, it would make me gag a little, but Plowman didn't pause. If anything, he pressed me deeper into his pubes, getting that final inch inside. Plowman bent forward, down over my back and yanked my shirt out of my shorts. Sliding a hand into my shorts he found the waistband to the jockstrap. "Ain't we fast," Plowman chuckled, thrusting his dick harder into my throat. "Wore it all day?" I answered a muffled "Yes!" Pushing deep into my sweaty crack, Plowman's rough fingers searched out my hole. I gasped when he found it, moving his middle finger over the puckered surface, spreading my sweat across my slit. I pressed my hole open, pushing against his finger. As it flowered open, Plowman plunged in and started a steady finger fuck. I almost screamed as the dry finger tore into my hole. But once it slicked up and my hole relaxed, I was moaning. Tight as I could, I clamped down on his finger, forcing it to punch up against my button. My dick flexed in response and I realized I hadn't touched it. "Easy, kid," Plowman said. "You'll bite it clean off!" After a few minutes of plunging into both of my holes, Plowman stood up straight. Drawing his finger from my ass, he loudly sniffed it. A burst of pre-cum from his rod in my mouth told me he liked what he smelled. Standing up, he pulled his dick from my throat. "Smell," Plowman ordered, shoving his finger under my nose. The familiar smell of my own ass made me nuts. In a flash, my mouth covered his finger. Plowman ordered me to strip down to my sneakers, all the while sucking that same finger. He smiled as he looked me over. Freed, my thick meat hung semi-hard over my balls. Juice dripped out steadily from my dick and fell onto the floor. Reaching out, Plowman skinned back my dick, roughly working the exposed head. I cried out in pleasure. Pulling his hand away, Plowman brought it to his face. He smeared my juice all over his face and said, "Mmmmmm." Winking at me, Plowman turned around and bent at the waist, resting his chest on some straw bales. Placing his right foot on a nearby bale, he pushed his ass toward me. I nearly shot my load right there. Plowman's crack was spread wide, his heavy nuts hanging low. The blonde fur of his ass, which continued into his crack, parted to reveal his manhole. I watched spellbound as he reached back to spread his cheeks even farther. With his fingers deep in the crack, he pulled his asshole open, winking it at me. The jockstrap framed it perfectly. At that point, I dropped back down to my knees and plunged my face into his ass, tongue out, searching. "Bullseye," Plowman yelled, as my tongue hit home. Relaxing, he allowed my tongue inside while he released his grip on his ass cheeks. I felt them close around my face and all I could smell was sweaty ass! The taste and feel of his chute drove me crazy, I moved my tongue over the folds and dipped deeper into the opening over and over. Plowman pumped his rock hard bone in unison as i fucked him with my mouth. Jerking his dick was making his manhole spasm and was driving me more crazy. Pulling away to look at his slick opening, I watched as he pushed two fingers covered in pre-cum back past his balls. I kept my hands on his checks to keep them open and looked as he smeared his jizz over his shiny wet asshole. "A little flavoring," he said. I hungrily dove in, licking away his tasty cum. I used one hand to work my foreskin over my dickhead and shaft and used the other to squeeze my balls. Plowman moved his ass around, teasing me and pulling it out of reach. Then finally, with a force that almost knocked me over, he shoved back down on my tongue and yelled, "All the way, fucker!" The noisy sounds of ass eating and wet meat being jerked filled the room. Plowman said, "Okay, boy, get your tongue outta my ass and close your eyes." Turned on and confused, I pulled my face from his awesome hole and sat back on my haunches. Looking down at my own dick, I was amazed at how huge it looked. As Plowman turned, I closed my eyes. A few seconds later, I heard Plowman say from behind me, "Okay, open your eyes and...sit." Turning, I saw Plowman laying on a bed of straw, legs spread, his heavy balls almost reaching to the floor. He'd removed his jock and his bloated dick swayed in the light, pulsing, lubed and ready. This guy's prepared, I thought. My asshole was twitching as I walked over. Just as I was about to straddle Plowman's hips, I turned, sitting right on his face. "Lick," I ordered. "Yes, sir!" Plowman replied, darting out his tongue. With both hands, he spread my smooth cheeks and I felt my puckered ring opening as he speared his tongue inside me. I flexed my ass muscles and tried to grab at his slippery tongue, milking like I wanted to milk his thick 10" dick. I bounced up and down and fucked myself on his moaning, vibrating tongue. I stated to raise up, but he held me fast. "Hold on," he said. Gathering a wad of spit in his throat, Plowman let fly. With a loud splash, it landed dead center on my hole. "Okay," he said. I turned and lowered myself over his dick. I pushed his thick rod onto his furry abs and placed my ass crack over it. I sighed each time his big knob passed over my pucker as I slid back and forth on his trapped dick. Taking Plowman's swollen nipples between my fingers, I rocked my ass and spread lube and spit into my ass. Bending forward, I slid my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues fought each other as I tugged on his nipples. Plowman took hold of my hips and lined me up with his thick dickhead. He grabbed my ass and pulled it wide, opening the lips of my twitching hole. I laid my chest on his and pushed my ass out and around his knob. I felt the rim of my hole move over his bloated head. With a sharp jab upward, Plowman speared my ass ring, forcing his head inside and slicking up my chute more with his river of pre-cum leaking from his thick bone. Even though I cried out in response, Plowman only paused briefly before relentlessly driving upward into my ass. I did my best to push back, pain or not...I wanted it. As Plowman pressed deeper, he said, "That's it, buddy. I can feel your ass opening ahead of my dick. Keep that up, kid." The sheer thickness of his shaft gave me little choice but to accept his dick, and sure enough, when I felt his pubes brush my hole, I knew I was almost there. "Almost home, Champ," he said, breathing hard, "A little more." I straightened up while tugging on Plowman's nipples. I dropped my full weight downward and forced my hole to the thick base. Plowman's and my cries of joy echoed in the storeroom. "Hell fuckin' yeah!" Plowman yelled. "You like that?" I asked in full-on heat and shock. Plowman suddenly turned us over. I found myself on my back, my hole straining to handle all his dick, looking up into those dark eyes. "Fuck..." I said. "...you!" Plowman cut in, starting to thrust. Positioning my legs in the crook of his elbows, he stretched his legs out and pushed forward. He rolled me into a ball and started to really fuck. Grunting with each stroke, I quickly took control of my muscles. As his dick drilled into me, I opened my ass, and on the upstroke, I clenched hard, milking Plowman's thick beast and forcing his knob against my ass button. Hands on either side of me, Plowman plunged in and out of my ass, sweat dripping off of him and sometimes into my open mouth and hungry tongue. Quickening the pace, Plowman slammed into my ass, easing back slowly each time while I milked his huge piece of man meat. "Great fuckin' ass, buddy," he gasped. "Tight...hot...like being sucked off." My aching bone was pressed between us. I wasn't about to touch it. The action in my ass combined with Plowman's hairy abs sliding across my uncut rod had me on edge, not to mention how hot Plowman's looks and sexy attitude made me. Plowman's fucking began to change and his dick widened even more to fill my ass completely. Straightening up and grabbing my ankles in each hand, he spread my legs and my inner thigh muscles stretched around his thick cock as he slammed into me. I felt his dick harden even more and knew he couldn't last. He let go of my left ankle and took control of my dick with his right hand. Skinning back my foreskin, he worked the raw head, slick with sweat and leaking spunk. He worked his thumb over my knob and into my piss slit. "Jesus," I gasped. "I'm so close!" My dick almost jerked out of his hand and thickened as my jizz flew past Plowman's probing thumb. The stream landed squarely on my face. The spasm of my asshole spasm finished off Plowman. Frantically fucking my hole, his dick swelled. "Yeahhhhhh!!" he yelled, yanking his meat from my ass at the last second. As the first rope of Plowman's seed fired out of his dick, I yelled, "Fuck it into me, Plowman! Breed my hole deep!" His look of surprise and delight while he plunged his massive dick back into my hole made me start shooting again and milking him with my clenching chute while I caught some of my flying cum in my mouth. Plowman smiled as I enjoyed my own cum. Dropping down onto me, Plowman slid his tongue into my mouth, wanting a taste as well. We laid there swapping spit and cum until we drifted off to sleep after a few minutes. I woke a while later. There was no sign of Plowman. As I sat up, our two jockstraps slid off my chest. A note was pinned to one: Hey, Buddy! Hope you liked the new farm hand. He had one final delivery to make before coming here to "plow" for your Dad and us. think he can handle it? Ed, Al, and the boys..and Dad

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

This is the story of my first gay bar experience and how I got in over my head. I had just turned 21 and at 6 foot, 180 pounds, I was a good looking guy, if I may say so myself. The day this all appened was a Friday night and my 21st birth day and I decided I was going out to my first gay bar. Since I was new in town I didn’t know that many gay people and being gay just added to that fact, so I was going alone. I was a little nervous and scared. But after e few minutes of walking around the block, I worked up enough nerve to go inside. When they checked my ID and noticed that it was my birthday I was taken immediately to the bar for a free drink. After I downed my beer I walked around, made eye contact with w few cute guys before I settled into a seat at the end of the bar. It didn’t take long before the music got my feet moving and a hottie asked me to dance. I was flattered that this gorgeous stud asked me to dance. He was taller then myself by 4 or 5 inches, and was very muscular. He really knew how to dance and before I knew it we were catching looks from the other guys in the club. We were really dancing up a storm and getting all sweaty when he leaned in, whispered to me that he was ready for a break and a cold one and then kissed me on the cheek. He took my hand and led me off the dance floor, over to the bar where we got two cold beers and headed out to the patio to cool off in the cool air. He told me that his name was Rick and he was 25. He lived close by in a house not that far from the bar with 3 roommates. We sat very close to each other as we drank our beers and chatted about our jobs, hobbies and interests. I told him that I was new in town and that this was my very first time in a gay bar. He leaned in and kissed me again, but this time it was on the mouth. I followed his lead and our lips parted and we were frenching right there in the bar. Now I am no virgin. I am no stranger to man on man sex. But none of that prepared me for what I was going to experience this night. After a few more beers and some more dancing it was getting close to closing time. Rick asked me back to his place to continue my birthday celebration. He said that his roommates were partying back at the house. I said, Let’s go! and thought how cool to be going to a party after spending a great night at my first gay bar. We mad the short walk to his place and headed inside. When we got there I met his roommates. All of them were around his age and just as hot looking. There was Matthew who was 24, a little shorter then Rick and had the same build as me. Next I met Anthony who was 27, about my height but a bigger build then myself. Last there was Nicholas who was Anthony’s twin. They had music playing and porn on the flat panel in the living room. I noticed a sling in the corner of the living room near the kitchen. These guys seemed to be ready for anything tonight. Rick handed me another beer and we sat down and started to make out with his roommate right there watching us. I have to say it was a major turn on to be watched. Soon Rick was progressing thing along. He moved his hand over my crotch and loosened up my belt. Soon enough he found my throbbing 7 inch cut cock and pulled it out as I worked to remove his shirt. The next thing I knew I was losing my pants and shirt at the same time. Rick’s roommates were helping him strip me down. Then they lifted my up and carried me over to the sling. Once they placed me in the sling they put my wrists and ankles in restraints and fastened them down so I could not move. At fist I was a little scared but after Rick kissed me again and told me that everything would be ok and that he knew I would enjoy myself I relaxed. That was until the Anthony and Nicholas held my arm, tied a piece of rubber tubing around my arm and stuck a needle in me. I am sure I had a look of pure horror on my face and all I could say was fuck what did I get myself into. But when they pulled the needle out of my arm and released the tubing I felt as if I couldn’t breath. I coughed for a moment and then I felt warmth over my entire body as the panic I felt turned into a lust that I never felt before and my hole began to quiver and feel very empty and hungry. As this new sensation washed all over me I noticed Rick was now completely naked, between my legs and sliding in his huge cock into my eager hole. A moan escaped my lips as he began to slowly rock his hips in and out of my ass. Man was I feeling good. Then I noticed is that my dick was not hard. Typically I get rock hard when I get fucked and my dick was very soft and about 3 inches not its normal 7+ when I am having sex. I made a comment about it and Mathew said I had Tina dick. Tina dick was a new term that I did not understand, but at that point I did not care. It felt great getting fucked by Rick and soon he leaned down over me, kissed me deep and passionately as he screamed out that he was cumming and with a loud grunt and groan from deep inside him he came, hard. It almost felt as if I could feel something burn deep in my bowels and as he pulled out I realized that he fucked me without wearing a condom. As all this ran through my head at the possibilities of being fucked bare and having my ass filled with Ricks cum and before my hole could close Anthony filled it with his raw dick. Now I had my second cock inside me and all I could do was throw my head back and enjoy the ride. It didn’t really matter any more to me that these guys were fucking me bare since I had one load deep inside me already and a second cock was pushing the first load of cum in deeper. All I knew was I was in over my head and enjoying it. Rick came over and stood by my head as Anthony continues to fuck me. His other roommates were smoking off a glass pipe and passing it around. When Rick got it he took a long hit off of it and then leaned in and kissed me. Then I felt him breathe out into our kiss as I breathed in the smoke from his lungs. He kept his lips locked on mine until I had to breathe out and he then breathed in from my lungs. Then Rick broke off the kiss and I felt like my high was getting better. When I looked up I noticed that Nicholas was fucking me. I didn’t even feel Anthony pull out. The exchange I had with Rick probably distracted me. Anthony commented what a sweet ass I had and it was a pleasure seeding me. Nicholas being a twin fucked liked his brother. I later found out that they started fucking around when they were 10. Nicholas leaned in to kiss me as he rocked me back and forth in the sling. I really loved getting fucked in the sling. As I was getting fucked Rick’s cock was right next to my head. I turned mine and tried to get my lips on his cock. He noticed my attempts and lifted his limp dick into my mouth. I began to suck like crazy, trying to get him hard enough to cum again. I may like getting fucked, but I love eating cum just as much. As I was sucking on Rick’s cock, Nicholas shot his load deep in me and Mathew took his turn. Mathew may be shorter then all the others but he definitely has the biggest dick. Boy did I feel it when he slid in…and I mean I felt it in a good way! Mathew leaned in and kissed me. He was very passionate with his kiss, but was aggressive with his fucking. He would slam into me and make the sling shake so that I would rock back away and off his cock then as I swung back towards him he slammed hard into me again. I never had been fucked like this before and I was moaning and asking for it harder. I was surprised that Mathew could fuck like this for as long as we ere fucking, but I was more surprised that I could take a pounding like this for the same length of time. As we all talked about it I was told by Rick that Tina can help you do a lot of things. Then someone asked me if I have to ever been fisted? I replied never and never thought about getting fisted before. I mean I knew what it was and seen pictures and videos of it, but I never thought about trying it. As Mathew kept slamming into me he said that he was getting close. Then he went into quick, rapid fucking and groaned out here it comes bitch, take my seed. I could see in his face the pleasure he was feeling and what a strong orgasms he was having, and he came I felt every spurt from his cock as his seed entered my body. I just realized that I had been in the sling for nearly 2 hours and was really enjoying myself. After Mathew pulled out Rick stepped up between my legs. He began to finger and play with my well used hole. His fingers felt so good as they pushed the cum around. As Rick worked on my hole he whispered something to one of the twins and then looked back down at me. He told me to just relax and let him work my hole open. As Rick worked my hole one twins held a bottle of poppers under my nose, and told me to take a few deep hits of off them. The other twin put the rubber tubing back on my arm and prepped me for another injection of Tina. This time I was ready and willing to accept this needle and was actually eager for it. Soon Rick was working in 3 then 4 fingers, slowly stretching my hole open. The he stuck his thump in and began to apply pressure. I was told to hit the poppers again; two good hits each nostril and relax. I hit the poppers harder then I had ever before in my life and felt the high hit my body. Rick could tell I was relaxing then he nodded and signaled for me to receive my injection of Tina. When the tubing was removed I felt the rush and all I could say was FUCK! As Rick slid his fist into my hole. I felt him flex his fingers once he was inside and he began to work my rectum. As he flexed and moved his had inside me I began to shoot a little cum out of my limp dick. Man did this feel fantastic. Before I knew it Rick had his forearm inside me and was working on my internal ring to get in deeper. As all this was happening I noticed Mathew had a camera and was shooting video of it all. He said I might like to see what it looks like from their point of view. As Rick worked more of his hand and arm into me, the twins stepped up for me to suck and in no time they were hard and ready to fuck again. Rick was only able to get a few fingers past my internal ring, but he said we would work on it again. I then had my arms and legs released from the restraints keeping me in the sling. Rick and Mathew helped me out of the sling and over to the bedroom where Anthony was lying down with his now hard cock pointing into the air. They helped me up on the bed and down onto his cock. Then Nicholas placed his hand on my back and pushed me forward. I then felt his cock at my back door and it slid in easily next to his brother’s shaft. Oh my god, the feeling of both of them fucking me at the same time was incredible. As I got double dicked Rick and Mathew stood on the bed in front of me and took turns using my mouth. As I blew each of them I could tell that the twins were getting close. Just as one fired (and I have no clue which one came first) the other followed closely behind. The Rick gave me a load down my throat followed by Mathew. After the scene in the bedroom we all took showers and a break. We chatted and that’s when I learned all 4 roommates were HIV+. I was so damn high I didn’t care. I told them that I wanted to keep in touch with all of them and hope to get my turn at fucking each and every one of them. Rick kissed me and told me as soon as I converted and was poz like them we would celebrate and I would get to give each of them one of poz load.

When on the hunt, yep, or this rank jock that I traded with a dude (He was wearing it at the time, and smelling it sealed the deal for me), and haven't washed it since. Smells fuckin' great!