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I got seeded by a hot bbc in his late 30's in a video booth of my favorite xxx bookstore video arcade. I sucked him till he was rock hard. Then he bend over to rub my ass. I knew what that meant. So I stood up, took off my pants and bent over for him. I took a couple of hits of poppers, cause I knew his huge cock was going to be difficult to take. He used his spit as lube and slid into me. Once I'd adjusted to his size, he grabbed my hips and started to slam in and out of me. Loved how he called me his faggot pussy. After about 5 mins of heavy pounding, he grunted, slammed deep inside me and held it there as I could feel his cock throb and release his load deep inside me.

In Glasgow for work. Checking the usual hookup apps and sites. Messaged someone on BBRT but he went offline right before I finished typing. Back and forth with a couple other guys but nothing. Then, when I was about to call it a night, started talking to a guy on Grindr. He couldn't meet right away but said he might be looking later. The usual discussion ensued (what are you into). I said I was a bottom and love to suck, rim / get rimmed, get fucked (it was Grindr so didn't lead with bareback or watersport). He came back, however, and listed bareback and piss fucking as two of the things he is into. I had never been piss fucked but have wanted to try it. So I was immediately interested. Long story short, we met up earlier (a bit after midnight). He was even hotter in person that his pictures (damn sexy!) with an amazing cock. (Will add pic to this post or, if not, to my gallery.). We went back and forth between my mouth and ass (not to mention spitting in my mouth and face (hot!!) until he was ready to release. IHe filled my ass with has piss. Felt so full it was amazing. Took a few minutes rest. Then he fucked me some more and relieved his bladder again. . I could feel his piss dripping down my balls. Another break and then he had me lean over the couch again as he fucked and bred my hole. All in all he was a horny devil and I loved every minute of it. Hope to meet up with him again (on this trip or next).

Just as I started to catch my breath, he leaned in and kissed me gently at first but then more aggressively—forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. At the same time he pulled my hands up over my head and pinned them down. With every action he was reinforcing his control over me—complete control. I was still pretty fuzzy from the overdose of g he had given me, so it was a lot for me to take in and process. But as he kissed me and held me down—his body heavy on top of me—I felt myself let go and give in to him. I started to kiss him back just as deeply. And I started to grind my hips up toward his cock. “That’s a good boy. You are starting to learn what you are and what you need. And daddy can give you what you need and help you become your true self. Do you understand boy?” I nodded my head slowly as he stroked by face and licked my ear. He pushed himself off of me and looked down “You are one hot fucking piece of ass, boy.” With no warning he grabbed my torso and lifted it up off the bed and over his shoulder—just as he had done with my boyfriend earlier—and started to carry me across the penthouse playroom. As he walked, he slapped my ass a few times, telling me how hot it was to fuck. “You have no idea how great that ass is. I’m not going to ever let you leave, boy. I’m just going to keep you up here fucked up getting fucked all the time. You don’t know it yet, but I’m about to change your life forever.” We finally reached wherever he was going, and he very gently set me down so that I was standing in front of him. Before I could look around he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m going to take such good care of you, boy. You have no idea how much pleasure I’m going to bring to your life. Are you ready?” I looked up into his eyes and nodded. “I want to hear you say you’re ready. Tell daddy you want to be his boy.” “Yes, daddy. I want to be your boy.” He leaned in close and cupped my chin with his hand. “Say it again, boy.” “I want to be your boy, daddy.” He started to shift his weight away from me and shake his head. “I don’t know, boy. You don’t seem like you really want it…” I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his hairy pecs, “Please, daddy, I’ll do whatever you want. Please! I need to be your boy.” I was completely overcome with terror as I thought about never being held or kissed or fucked by him again—this man who had drugged and raped me. I knew that part of it was the lingering effects of the g. But it was more than that. “I think you are ready, boy.” He walked me a few steps backward and leaned me back into a sling that was in a semiprivate alcove at the opposite end of the penthouse from the oversized bed. “This is my own little private play area—my husband can only come here when he’s invited. It’s where I like to break in my new fuck boys.” He gently lifted my legs into the sling and fastened them into cuffs and then pulled me all the way back into the sling and did the same for my right arm. The left arm he left free and pushed a rolling cart with a padded rest underneath. He stepped behind me and grabbed something from a shelf, which I realized was a blindfold as he slipped it over me eyes. “Just relax—daddy’s going to take good care of you. The only way to be my boy is to trust me completely and absolutely. There’s nothing you can do and no way to turn back now, little boy, so you need to make the choice to give yourself to me unconditionally.” I nodded as the words “Yes daddy, anything you want.” tumbled out of my mouth. “Good boy.” I could hear him doing something behind me, but my brain couldn’t make sense of what it was he could be doing. I heard and felt a chair being pulled up beside me on the side where my arm was not restrained. “Hold your arm completely still.” I felt him wipe my arm with something cold and wet—and it only then dawned on my that he was about to use a needle to inject me with something. I must have tensed up a bit because he whispered to me, “Don’t you worry boy. Daddy was a fireman for over thirty years—so he’s had extensive medical training. Just relax and learn to love being my chem boy.” As he said the last few words, let out a deep breath and tried to let go of my anxiety. I felt the smallest prick and a few seconds later I started to cough intensely and suddenly I was alive like I’ve never been before. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I started to pant and moan. And that’s when daddy slipped his hard cock back inside of me. The second he buried his thick cock all the way to the hilt I shot a load. “Fuck, yeah, boy. You like getting slammed and having daddy’s cock all the way inside you??” “YES! Please! Don’t ever stop fucking me. Please!”

Hi, I'm Adam. I'm 20, am in good shape, have a seven inch uncut cock and I'm gay. I was about to attend classes at the university, and allthough the student accommodations were overall fine, somehow the dorm rooms didn't feel all that private, so I found myself looking around, scouring the newspapers for a cheap but decent place to rent. After some searching I found an advertisement for a room to rent that looked interesting, so I telephoned the listed number. The guy who answered the telephone indicated he was the landlord and that the room was still available, so I went over to take a look. The building was neat and tidy, and it turned-out the room for rent was fantastic, but Dan, the landlord, who showed me around, and who sported a goatee and bulging chest muscles and calves was even hotter! I was very satisfied with the room, and so Dan and I went to the lounge where we talked at length. He was wearing shorts that were quite revealing, and I couldn't stop staring at his meat which was to one side of his shorts. After some small talk we agreed that I would rent the room and Dan said I could move in the following week. Back at the dorm all I could think of was Dan's muscles, and his dick encased in those shorts. Mmmmmmm. Wanking myself silly, I soon drifted off to sleep. As the week went by I packed my stuff and on the designed day headed over to my landlord. When I arrived Dan answered the door, greeted me, all the while covered in sweat, remarking "Sorry, I was working out, buddy." I just couldn't stop staring at the masculinity of the guy. Finally I managed to brake off my stare and headed to my room to put in my stuff. I heaved a sigh of relief as I shut the door, but honestly the image of Dan kept coming to mind. i settled in comfortably, but after a few days I found myself watching TV when Dan entered the room, wearing the skimpiest pair of shorts yet: they were very tight and his cock was bulging. "Adam, is everything okay?" he asked. I stammered yes, but couldn't take my eyes off his crotch. As I stood up to go out, for some reason I fell backwards. Dan grabbed me asking "Whoa, steady there, boy. Are you sure you're okay?"

Pandora's Box Pure fiction! I was on my way home from work one Saturday night when I passed by my favorite book store, which by chance, I hadn't visited for quite some time. I was pleasantly surprised to see the parking lot was full, so I decided to take a look around. Entering the store, I knew I would need some one dollar bills to feet the video machines, so I approached the man seated on a stool behind the counter to break the twenty that was in my pocket. The clerk was stocky, had a big beer belly and, to my amazement, was naked from the waist down, and he had been stroking a nice, big, fat cock. It turns out he had been watching a bareback video of a group of men gangbanging a guy. "Private party tonight. We're closed." He looked me up and down his eyes settling on my crouch which was starting to bulge. I didn't look up as my gaze was focused on his cock. Something about his brazen behavior encouraged me to comment "Damn, I was really looking forward to sucking some cock tonight," adding "That's a hot video you're watching. Makes me wish I was getting fucked bareback by all those cocks." "You got any stds?" he asked. "Been tested?" "No, and yes, I'm clean" I replied. "Show me" he said. He could tell I was confused by his order, so he added "Take of your clothes and show me your cock and ass." Now I hesitated, not sure if he was joking. "You said you wished you we're getting gangbanged bareback so let me see if you look like the kind of fuck pig we like." I've only been fucked a few times and the thought of getting used by more than one guy had my cock straining to get loose. Although I'm over 60 I'm still in very good shape. I keep my ass, balls and cock shaved and I'm always being told how sexy I am. "I'm told I am very fuckable." I was wearing only a pair of gym shorts, a tee shirt and sneakers, so I slipped my shorts down and my seven inch cock was already sticking straight out. I am naturally smooth and have almost no hair from my neck to my crotch. The clerk definitely approved as his cock jumped to full attention. I bent over and spread my ass cheeks, giving him a view of my little brown fuck hole. No sooner had I done this than he spat in his palm and lubed-up my ass, massaging my hole with his index finger, probing deeply, and then offering me his finger to suck. "Lick bitch," he ordered as he stuck it in my mouth. I did as I was told. His finger, of course, smelled and tasted like my ass. I greedily sucked away. He apparently liked what I was offering 'cause he remarked "The fuck pig who was supposed to be here tonight didn't show so you get to take his place," adding "There are about 15 guys back the back now with more on the way." "Has everyone been tested for HIV?" I asked. "Positively" he replied. "We want to treat that negative cunt of yours properly," as he picked up a black felt marker and briefly wrote on my ass cheeks. "What are you writing?" I asked. "'Bareback fuck pig' and 'Cum here' with an arrow to your fuck hole. We want to make sure everyone knows you want your ass filled with spunk." "Now we need something nasty for your face". "How about", "clean your fuck stick here" with an arrow to your mouth? "Fuck stick AND ass cleaner". I suggested. "You are a nasty little faggot fuck pig aren't you". "I am" I replied. He used the market to write the message on my face. Well let's not keep them waiting. Leave your shorts and shirt here. You won't be needing them. Lose your shoes and socks as well". We went back past the video booths to the end of the hall and through a door into a large dimly lit room. There were 4 large screen tvs on the far wall providing the only illumination in the room. I was unable to see anything except the tvs. One was showing a compilation of asses oozing cum. Another was showing a gang bang scene, muscle tops barebacking a twink. The third was a compilation of ass to mouth action. The fourth screen was almost black but I could vaguely make out what looked like a short tall bench. "Fresh meat boys" my guide said. What the fuck am I doing I thought? I'm about to fuck God knows how many strangers bareback, suck strangers cocks and lick asses. I'd never fucked more than one cock at a time and I had no idea if my ass was up for the pounding it was going to get. Oh well, what the fuck, at least they had all been tested. I'd been very lucky as I always let anybody fuck me bareback. "Where'd you get him?" Someone asked. "Totally shaved just like we like them". "The dumb pig cum bucket just walked in". "Said anyone could fuck his negative cunt bareback as long as they were tested". "Wants to rim our asses to". "If they are clean" I added. "Oh we will make sure they are cleaned properly". "What about lube? I didn't bring any". "We got any of our special lube? "Yeah, it was a very busy day in the video booths. " Everyone laughed. "It's edible, smells and taste like cum. I've loaded it into this squirting dildo. What do you think?" He held a cock shaped dildo up to my face and pressed a plunger at the bottom. A clear liquid oozed from from the hole in the tip of the phalanx. It smelled like cum. I licked it and it tasted like cum. "Wow! Smells and tastes like the real thing". "Bend over Cumbag"."Time to lube your cum pit". I bent over and he placed the dildo at the opening of my joy hole. He depressed the plunger as he worked the dildo into my cock pit. He would push it in pull it out, squirt some more lube on the opening then push it in again until he finally had all 6 inches of the dildo in my fuck hole. "Fuck that feels good". "I think I'm ready for the real thing. " He pulled it out and stuck it in my mouth. It tasted like cum and shit hole. "Lick it clean pig". "Now face down on the fuck bench". There were rails along the side for my knees and with my knees up close to my chest it left my fuck hole fully exposed and open to be fucked. The bench was supported by a hydraulic piston on each end which allowed it to be raised or lowered to get either of my fuck holes to the right height. "Ready to get your ass bred?" I nodded. "Beg for it. " "Fuck my ass.""Pump it full of cum"."seed it deep with your spunk" No sooner had I spoken then a cock was rammed hard into my man cunt. "You like that cock in your faggot cum dump cunt" "Fuck yes, it feels so fucking good". "Fuck me hard and deep. Breed my fuck hole". "You like getting fucked by a strangers bareback?" "Yes use me like a piggy sissy boy cum bucket" He started hammering my hole hard and deep. "Beg for it cunt, beg to be fucked hard and deep". "Yes, fuck me hard and deep. Drain your balls". "I want all your cum deep inside my ass". "How did bareback a cum dump pussy boy like you keep from getting the bug?" "Only let hiv negative guys fuck me". I replied. I had to admit fucking strangers bareback with the very real possibility of getting pozed was a turn on. The danger just added to the thrill. " His thrusts were slowing down and he moved cock side to side and up and down as he ground his hard throbbing cock inside my fuckhole. "Well here's your first load of poz spunk you dumbass Cumbag ". A chant of "Poz the cunt"rose from the group of men surrounding us. My own cock was getting even harder. "Look at his cock" someone said. "It likes poz cum". The guy with his cock buried in my ass let out a deep guttural moan and I could feel his cock head swell as he released a huge load of his demon seed deep in my bowels. He kept his cock there until all his poz spunk had been drained in my fuck hole. To be continued.

I believe that a bottom doesn't need his dick to feel good, provided that he has a good top to take care of his hole. So a chastity will help the bottom realise his role and concentrate on his asshole. But what does the usage of a chastity device for longtime? Does it make the user unable to fuck? That would be hot but I don't know much about it I've only see some xtube videos about it. The idea of "destroying" the dick of the bottom with such a device and making it small, powerless and dripping precum excites me a lot. What does a chastity cause then?

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

His profile on Scruff read ‘dominant poz top’, and his picture had a mischevious little smile. He was a visitor from out of state, into barebacking with his 8” uncut cock. I immediately ‘woofed’ him. “Always glad to meet a poz, bare top!” I hastily typed. He woofed in response, and I told him I was seriously overdue for a deep breeding and hot depth charge… would he be interested in helping a guy out? He wanted to know if I was furry (I’m not) because he’s into hairy guys. “Just some chest hair,” I said. “Show me,” he responded. I sent him some pics and got no response. Bummer. Ten minutes later, he wanted to know if I could host. I guess he was horny enough that it didn’t matter I wasn’t an otter or bear. I had the house to myself, but my schedule was a bit hectic that day; I had to be on a conference call in about 45 minutes, and had another obligation around dinner. But maybe we could work it out (or in) later in the evening…? His reply text said he was hoping to fuck soon, not later. I asked if he would be interested in a pump-n-dump before my conference call…? If he could get to my house shortly (he was only 2 miles away), I’d be lubed up and ready; he could unload his poz seed into my hungry ass, leave, and I could join my call… with an ass nicely full of charged cum. Just a few minutes later, he was on his way over in an Uber cab. Holy shit. I was already semi-hard and almost shaking with excitement; it had all happened so fast. It’s been over six months since I was last fucked (I’m more the top with my bf), and my hole is tight. I knew that taking his big cock would be a challenge, especially in a ‘quickie’ situation, but if he worked my nips so I got totally turned on I could probably manage it. I hesitated, and then nervously sent a text asking if he was ‘viral’ or ‘undetectable’. I said that viral loads turned me on but I didn’t tell him I was neg. “Viral.” This was getting hotter by the minute. My cock was awake and at half-mast already. An active, toxic load from a big cock was now just a few minutes away. I felt like I found a winning ticket in the ‘chaser’ lottery. Maybe I would finally, finally get pozzed. I’ve been ‘chasing’ on and off for quite awhile; years, actually. Early on, I went a little crazy and took a couple dozen poz loads over several months, but as hot as each charged seeding was, none did the conversion trick. Some of those guys were on meds, but at least a few were viral, I know. After repeated exposures and testing, I sort of gave up that I could actually catch the bug. Nowadays, I don’t hook up very often; partly that is because I have a partner, partly it is the location where I live, and it’s also because I’m pretty selective. My man and I have a very open relationship. He knows that poz loads have always turned me on, that a ‘chaser’ lurks in my shadows. Actually, both of us have taken poz loads from various guys — once or twice from the same guy, independently! He has watched me get filled with a poz load when we’ve played together with someone, and it really turns him on, watching a guy shoot his charged cum deep inside me. But for my partner, getting pozzed hasn’t been an obsession like it has for me; he connects with neg guys, whereas I only hook up when I know they’re poz (and preferably viral). Secretly, my man likes the idea of his mate as a poz bottom slut. Not only do I like that idea too, but secretly, I want to poz him. I know he wants it, just like I do. My darkest fantasy is not just to get infected with the bug, but then to hear my man begging for me to give him the gift, too. I want to slide my throbbing poz shaft deep into his willing hole and then flood him with a gusher of my toxic seed, marking him forever. Together. My Scruff hookup arrived at the house in a few minutes after our last text message. I only had 20 minutes before I was supposed to be on my phone conference. Wearing a pair of gym shorts easy to pull off, my shirt unbuttoned, my hole lubed, I was ready. Cock awake and semihard. A short, built, Latino guy, he walked in and promptly pulled out his big, uncircumcised shaft, already hard. Impressive. I took it in my hands, and then led him away from the front windows to the bedroom, where I dropped my shorts and he promptly pushed me down onto the bed. "We don't have much time," I reminded him. No kissing, no foreplay. In moments, his fat tool was pushing at my hole from behind, and he was telling me to ‘take it’. Face in the pillow, I was breathing and trying to relax, but his cock was huge and I was seriously out of practice as a bottom. It hurt like hell, and I was constricting rather than relaxing. “Relax and let me in.” If it wasn’t for a phone call in 15 minutes, if our hookup hadn’t needed to be a ‘quickie’, it might have been a different story; he would be able to work it in slow. For better or worse, that wasn’t what our scene was going to be today. “You like that viral cock bare inside you, don’t you?” “Oh fuck yes,” I moaned, though it hurt like hell. I wanted to be on my back, have him working my nips, kissing me… working me up so I could relax and take it better. Deeper and deeper he pushed his toxic shaft into my tender hole from behind, forcing his way in. I felt my ass screaming as it stretched. Was I tearing inside? “Just pump it into me,” I begged. “Give me your viral load deep.” “Not until I’ve fucked you nice and loose….” I turned my head, wanting him to kiss me. He wouldn’t. He kept drilling away, deeper and deeper. I wanted to relax and enjoy it, but I also wanted him to just shoot and poz me — there was that damn phone call for work that I needed to join. My ass was screaming but he was getting deeper and deeper. “Give me your viral load,” I begged. “Poz me.” “You want my toxic seed?” “Fuck yes! Pump that viral load deep inside my neg hole.” There, I said it. For a minute, he slowed. “You’re neg?” “Yes.” “On PrEP?” I shook my head. “No… I’m chasing. Have hooked up with lots of poz guys but have never converted. Still trying.” For a moment, I couldn’t tell his reaction. He paused. Then he started fucking me harder and deeper. “So, you wanna be poz, huh? That’s what you want? Well, I’ve never had meds in seven years... nice long time for me to build up a high viral count. Maybe I can be the one who finally gives it to you.” “Oh fuck, yes, please….!” I gasped, head in the pillow. “Suck my cock,” he instructed, pulling out, flipping me over, and shoving his large lubed shaft into my mouth, gagging me. I tasted lube and my own ass. “You like lubed, dirty cock?” I moaned and nodded, my mouth full. “Then take it all the way down.” He rammed it down my throat again. Gag reflex. Choking. I sucked him a few minutes, him forcing his big cock down my throat, tears in my eyes as I choked on it. “Now ride my poz, viral cock.” My hole was opened enough now that I could work down on his hard tool, though it still hurt. I rode it up and down, begging for him to seed me. It was obvious that I would be a few minutes late for the call, but there were plenty of others dialing in, and I wouldn’t be missed initially. And at this moment, I didn’t care. I needed this charged seed deep inside me. Needed it badly. Riding his toxic shaft, I started working his nipples, and he started to moan with pleasure, working mine in return. He drove the big poz drill deeper up inside my hole, up into my belly it seemed. Suddenly he pushed me back, flipped over, and drove in again from behind. Somehow we had crossed the point where I’d been loosened it didn’t hurt so much. Not quite. “Poz me,” I begged again. “Plant that viral seed deep inside of my neg hole…” “Yeah, I’m gonna give it to you now… I’m gonna give you what you want!” With a thrust that impaled me from behind, eyes rolling back in his head, as he grunted and erupted a geyser of hot toxic cum deep into my raw ass. He kept fucking. I wanted to cum, too, wanted to scream with agony and pleasure as he unloaded inside me, but decided to hold onto it. My ass was on fire. He pulled out and bent down, his tongue licking my hole, eating me out. Felching me. Fuck, it was hot and felt insanely good, but I didn’t want him to remove any of that viral seed. “Don’t suck it out of me,” I protested weakly. “I need it deep inside to do its work.” He came up and smiled, leaned forward and kissed me, pushing poz cum into my mouth with his tongue. “Don’t worry, amigo, there’s plenty of my virus deep inside you now… and I’ve got more in my cock and balls to give you some more loads. I can cum four or five times.” Then he pushed his fat cock inside me again, working the fresh seed deep into my raw hole. I gasped and moaned. “I want to come back and breed you again. You free on Saturday night? Late?” “Fuck yes, I am…” “Hot. I want to spend a good hour with you, plant three or four toxic loads inside… we gotta do what we can to convert you while I’m here.” Talk about a fantasy cum true. I looked over at the bedside clock. It was four minutes past the hour. “I have to get on that phone call,” I said. “I can be on mute, but I have to dial in.” Naked, my ass on fire, I walked into the front room, dialed the number with my mobile, entered the access code, muted the phone, and walked back into the bedroom. “You want to shower?” I asked. “No, I’m good. I’ll just call an Uber cab and go.” Because I didn’t cum, I was still horny as fuck, and I stood there for a couple of minutes as he twisted and worked my nipples. He kissed me. My ass was burning, and I was thrilled to be full of active, viral seed. In the living room, waiting for his cab, a conversation emanating from the speaker of my mobile I placed on the desk, I sucked his cock a little longer, savoring the taste of my ass on its thick, hot firmness. “Would you have come here if I told you I was neg?” I asked, curious. He nodded. “We’re two mutually consenting adults. I offer full disclosure as being poz. If someone wants my seed, I’ll give it to them.” The Uber cab pulled up outside. “Next time, I get at least an hour with you,” he smiled as he walked out the door. “That’s a deal,” I smiled. Sitting at my desk, wearing only my loose grey gym shorts, only half hearing the conversation I was supposed to be participating in, all I could think about was my burning, stretched hole… and that I was full of hot, toxic seed. My long dry spell was ended. Hopefully I had finally taken the magic bullet. A little while later, I went to the bathroom to put a bit of lotion on my raw hole, feeling it warm and wet, puffy and stretched loose. Heaven. Not long after that, I was feeling kind of juicy down there. Probably just the lotion; I didn’t think any cum had leaked out, because I was holding it tightly inside, letting it do its infectious work. When I wiped my hole with a bit of toilet paper, a little bit of pink blood stained it. I nearly wept with excitement! That viral, Latino cock forcing its way into me had stretched my hole wide enough to cause microtears, which would certainly raise the chances for conversion. For the rest of the phone conference, for the rest of the afternoon, I drifted around the house in a state of euphoria. I felt ecstatic — full of viral poz seed, my ass sore and torn, and hoping that bad little bug might finally be working its way deep into me. I hoped too that we’d be able to hook up again two nights from now on Saturday. I badly wanted another breeding session and deep injection. I wanted his multiple charged loads. My hole would probably be still raw enough that it would tear again, and his toxic seed could cross easily into my bloodstream. Freshly fucked and pozzed. Now, hopefully I would convert. And I was already counting the hours until Saturday night for round two.

Me and My Boy at the Rest Stop Part I. After a three hour drive, and a large convenience store coffee, I had to piss like a racehorse. I convinced my boy that we were making good time, and we decided to stop at the next rest area we saw along the interstate. Nearly twenty minutes later, we finally saw an off-ramp and took it. As soon as the car had stopped, I opened the door and headed as fast as possible into the building, but not without taking note of where we were. Had I not had to piss so badly, I might have reconsidered. It was filthy and run-down. The gutters along the roof were growing trees, the pavement was cracked, and the brick walls covered with graffiti, not to mention the smell wafting out of the broken painted-over windows into the bathrooms. This was not the visitors’ center that families stopped at, more like a last resort for truckers. The men’s room door creaked opened and the smell intensified. I unzipped and released a torrent of piss into a long trough, as my bladder emptied, I caught my breath and looked around a bit. I realized that there was a guy standing in the open stall right behind me, with his shirt unbuttoned and his pants around his ankles, fisting a meaty uncut cock. He gestured to me to come over and without thinking, I walked towards him, with my dripping cock still popping out of my zipper. "Shame I didn’t get to drink any of that, bud," he said as he crouched down and engulfed my dick with his mouth, shucking my pants down to my feet. The guy swallowed me to the balls and slobbered all over. He wasn’t unattractive, but definitely a few pounds overweight, hairy, and smarmy. He fisted his cock with one hand and grabbed my hand with the other, leading it to the back of his head, as if he wanted me to choke him with my dick. I obliged, knowing that my boy could walk in and see this at any moment. The guy got me hard in seconds, and I started pounding his mouth as he drooled and moaned. He stood up and bent over the toilet, spreading his hairy immense ass cheeks wide and fingered his hole. I noticed that he was loose, and wasn’t sure if I was seeing cum or lube dripping out of his pucker. I took the hint and sank my cock into him, balls deep, as he pushed back, egging me on. I knew this wasn’t smart, or healthy, and I pulled out. ‘What’s wrong? Am I too loose,” he asked. “Naw man. It’s just….” He didn’t let me finish. “You’re clean, right?” I nodded. With that, he backed right up onto my bare cock again commanding “Then breed me!” I knew he wanted my cum, and I was ashamed that my boy might see me like this, barefucking a stranger, who wasn’t even that sexy, but he did have a nice cock, which was just now flopping around underneath as I fucked him hard. “Give me your load, man.” He wanted it, so I gave it to him, slamming hard into him and shooting my load into his ass. As soon as I pulled out, he hunched down again and cleaned off my cock, which was covered in white globs of cum, certainly more than I had just offered him. I knew I had barebacked a cum-bucket. I felt so filthy, but it turned me on. He guided me in front of him, and bent me over the toilet, spreading my ass and licking my hole. I was pretty sure he was working globs of seed into my ass with each thrust of his tongue. He slapped his meat against my ass crack and I knew he wanted to fuck me raw. I stood up and turned around, trying to pull up my pants. “What the fuck man? You’re gonna load me up and not return the favor?” I shook my head. “Why? You got a wife and kids out there in the station wagon waiting for you?” I chuckled, knowing that my boy waiting in the car was as much of a cumdump as this stranger was. I had an idea… To be continued...

I'm neg. It's a status I tried to get rid of before. I hated it. In the baths I'd let myself get fucked by anyone who wanted my hole. I've been stretched out and flooded with the toxin, but it didn't take. I was frustrated as all hell, especially because I really don't like to bottom. I'm a natural top. Domination and power-play were always what made me want to fuck. So eventually I decided to stop resisting it. I no longer try to get pozzed, and as much as I dislike it I can't gift the chasers like they want. Instead, I compromise. I get my thrills these days by watching others get pozzed. Specifically, I organize for men young and old to get injected with toxic loads. In the basement of my house we play roulette. In the centre of the bare concrete is a disc, large enough for a bottom on all fours to get down on all fours. This disc spins with a quick kick, and whatever cock pointing at the hole then fucks it. In the mind of the neg bottom, only three of the six men would fuck them, and only one of them is poz. Half the chance of not getting a poz cock, and even then there was the sizeable chance the virus wouldn't convert them. In reality, the same three fuck the bottom every time. Three HIV positive men who really don't like taking their meds. The other three stayed around to watch, eventually retreating to a corner of the room where they can fuck in a heaving pile on the floor. The three of them (good friends of mine) were neg. Outside my house, ask any of them about bareback sex and they'll throw a fistful of condoms at you. They'll talk about how bare sex is sex done wrong. Each of them leapt at the thought of watching us destroy a man's ass and seeing the toxic cum flow out of theman's ruined rosebud. At least to a degree, as afterwards each of them usually exhibited an aura of shame. Obviously I couldn't really share the view. It was an unremarkable day outside. In my basement though, I could feel the arousal in the air. The kid alternated between smiling nervously at us and looking down at his shoes. The negs were trying to goad him into small talk, but any answers he gave trailed off into awkward silence. He obviously couldn't get past the predatory stare of myself and the other three, and shyly looked away when he met our eyes. My cock was rigid, and pointed a thick, nine inch rod down my leg that jutted out from the material of my jeans. I looked around to the others. At 56, Barry was the oldest. He was as hair-covered, pot bellied a daddy as you could get. His dark grey hair was cut short, and under his neck a forest of dark hair started that left almost every part below covered.v He was invited to every one of my roulette parties for a few reasons, the most important of which was that he fucked like an animal, caring nothing at all for the comfort or pleasure of the bottom. He brutalized every ass he fucked, tearing it up and increasing the chances of his demon seed taking hold. When the kid looked his way he leered, grabbing his crotch and grinning like a shark. Rich was not long out of high school. I found him like I usually find them. I cruise these sites for a very particular type of person: one who craves risks. You'll find people like this everywhere. They throw themselves into unsavory or dangerous situations and pin all their hopes on getting out unscathed. Rich, 18 and with dark blonde hair (just long enough to grab a fistful) was a beauty of a find. In a private message he'd confessed to being fucked only a few times. Once, a rubber had ripped and he'd been filled up. He'd freaked at the time, but after getting the all-clear from the clinic he'd felt a rush unlike anything he'd known before. He hadn't taken raw cock since, and that's where I came in. I played to his sense of adventure, and a few days after making my offer, I had a message in my inbox asking me when and where. Wordless, I went to him. He looked into my eyes and I smiled. He smiled back. I cupped his balls through his jeans and squeezed hard. He yelped, and Barry laughed. "Why are you here?" I asked. He hesitated and I squeezed harder. I repeated the question. "To have...sex." His voice strained with the effort of keeping his composure. Barry crept behind and grabbed his arms, restraining him. "You're here to get fucked", he growled into the young man's ear. "You're here to get your little hole stretched and your guts fuckin' flooded." Barry flattened his tongue and licked the side of Rich's face from chin to temple. I felt the kid's dick harden through his jeans. Dean and Phil were setting things up on the disc. They placed a stool in the centre where we'd bend the little shit over. They'd looped the rope from under the disc, securing it to the centre and leaving four lengths of thin rope sticking around. Dean gave me a thumbs up and one of the negs fiddled with the video camera until it snapped into place on the tripod. It beeped, and we led Rich backwards onto the disc while we stripped him. Barry tore his shirt open, revealing a chest speckled with light hair. While Barry held him aloft I pulled the jeans from him. Once his fat cock was free it smacked against his belly and left a clear little splat of pre-cum. I grabbed it roughly and pumped it a few times. He groaned and I let go. Once naked, we pushed him down over the stool. It was knee-height, allowing his own knees to touch the metal disc and support his weight. Barry leaned down and forced his tongue through Rich's lips. It was a deep kiss, and he held the kid's jaw while yanking his hair while he probed around the young mouth. There was always something animalistic about how Barry interacted with his men. Even when kissing he looked like he was devouring them. While he kissed, Dean and Phil tied the bottom's legs and wrists to the stool. As soon as he was secure in place, Barry dropped the act. He pulled his tongue from Rich's mouth and spat in his face. The kid moaned in surprised pleasure. "I knew it", Barry chuckled, and looking at me asked "We about ready?" "Yeah...." Rich breathed. "No you're not", Barry told him. Phil and Dean joined us in a circle around the boy. The two were cousins I'd met years ago through Barry. He'd bragged to me one night over boy-ass how he'd been fucking around with two cousins that he'd gifted. I'd met them, fucked them, and now they converted men for me. Phil was 31 and Dean 36. They shared the same thick, dark hair and wide build. Neither had a belly like Barry but they were also covered in a generous covering of hair, particularly the thick forest around their chest, torso and the base of their swollen cocks. Phil's was longer and narrower than his cousin whose own cock's thickness made the bottoms wince when he pulled it out. The negs stood with us and we all stripped. Within seconds each man had his cock in hand. Rich moaned when he saw Barry standing naked in front of him. The fat cock was so close to his mouth that he flicked out his tongue and licked the tip. Barry took an exaggerated step back. "Whoa, whoa, you little dumpster. You gotta wait for the game." He nodded at me and I kicked the disc. It spun around, pink hole pointing out at us. It stopped and pointed at one of the negs next to Dean. Dean grinned at me and mouthed "close enough." He slapped his hands down hard on the cheeks, which made Rich gasp. Two perfect hand prints were left. He got to his knees and started to lick around the hole before him. He closed his eyes and savored the taste of the uncorrupted pink. He hooked his thumbs into the opening and pulled it apart to reveal a tight little circle that barely opened around his digits. "Little fucker's tight," he remarked as he forced his tongue into the opening and tasted the boy's insides while he pumped his own thick meat. He spat a few times onto the hole and worked a few fingers in. Rich squirmed and clenched tight. "This is gonna feel fuckin' awesome," Dean commented as he rose to his feet and tapped his cockhead against the thoroughly rimmed ass. I threw his some lube and he curled his lip. Dean liked to fuck naturally, meaning he preferred to use spit or cum as lube but I was impatient. He smeared a small amount onto his shaft and pushed his head back onto the asshole. He gently pushed for a moment. We all moved closer to watch it go in. The tip sank in and Rich was making wordless, sputtering sounds. It was painful for him, but this one would fight through. He'd endure the fucking out of an overblown sense of pride if nothing else. He wouldn't embarrass himself in front of us by backing out. In one slow movement Dean draped himself over Rich until his chest was on flat against the kids back. The movement drove his cock in deep, and he humped the last inch in while Rich let out more of those nonsense sounds that came from great pain and the start of pleasure that was burning bloody fire up to his bowels. Dean stayed like that for a few moments, pumping his shaft deep until he raised himself to a standing position. Again he slapped his hands down loud on the cheeks. He spread them so I could see the strained hole engulf his meat. Without any more ceremony he started to suddenly piston in and out of Rich. The air was filled with the sound of balls slapping against balls. The bio-hazard tattoo on Dean's ass animated as his ass clenched for each thrust. One of the negs opened a crate of beers. I took one and moved around Rich to see his face. Barry's cock was already there, smearing a trail of pre-cum on the clenched lips. "Suck it," he whispered. Rich opened his eyes and looked up, unsure. "You'll be getting your insides blasted with what may or may not be HIV positive cum, but you won't suck dick for a few minutes?" He opened his mouth, and Barry wasted no time in jamming his cock deep into Rich's mouth while holding Rich's head in place. Heavy gagging sounded through the room, but Barry went easy enough. We didn't know when last Rich had eaten. Now wasn't the time to find out. Dean was growling now. He sped up and slammed deep. He threw back his head and beads of sweat flew into the air. The matted hair on his chest shone with the wet of his skin while he fucked. His speed increased with the volume of his growling. The noise grew louder, and with one loud roar he drove his dick home and held it there. His face was screwed up while the orgasm rolled over him, and when it passed he opened his eyes and smiled lazily at me. He removed his dick and put three fingers into the fucked hole. He hooked them and pulled, causing the disc to spin, Barry's cock to pop out of Rich's mouth and the boy to yelp again at the sensation. While he spun Phil passed Dean a beer, which was cracked open and half-drained in a gulp. His deflating cock was slick with cum, remnants of lube and a few thin streaks of blood. Phil kissed his cousin on the mouth and winked as the disc stopped and the leaking hole pointed again to a neg who looked at the ass with burning desire. Phil took his place, walking to Rich with his cock aimed. He didn't stop walking until his pelvis was pressed against the ass and every inch had slid in without stopping. After his cousins much thicker cock he slid right in. Rich yelled out as he got impaled again, the sound cut off when Dead shoved his prick being shoved into Rich's wide-open mouth. Not surprisingly, Rich gagged at the taste of his own ass juices. "Yeah, you clean it all off." While his shaft was being cleaned, Dean leaned over and pinched both Phil's nipples hard. This illicited a throaty grunt from Phil, who slammed harder and faster into the hole. He then pulled out moved to let Barry get his dick wet again. He held Rich's head in place while he very slowly pushed in and pulled out, never removing more than half the shaft. "You havin' a good time, Hole?" Mouth full of dick, Rick nodded furiously. "Tell me you're having a good time." Who knows what the boy said then. It was lost in a mess of wet gurgling noises. "You want this man's cum?" Barry asked. Nodding head and gurgling noises. Saliva was pooling at the base of Barry's furry sack before dropping to the floor. Rich's face was red, and wet with sweat. His eyes were bloodshot from his gag reflex being tested. "Work for it. Fuck yourself against his dick." Rich did, with effort. The ropes allowed for limited movement, but that was Barry's game. He enjoyed watching these men struggle. Phil drove his cock home in three painful-looking thrusts and held himself there for a second as had Dean. Another load deposited. I heard a grunt behind me and turned to see the negs. One was on his knees blowing the other, but it was the third who'd made the noise. His cum lay in a trailing pool on the ground. Without the haze of his need to cum, his face turned from desire to disgust. He looked at the scene in the centre of the basement and covered his face before grabbing his things and leaving. Shame, I guess? I really wouldn't know anything about that. The two others stopped and looked towards the door that just slammed shut. I shrugged at them, but before I turned I saw an uncertainty there, a flash of guilt. This is really why I kept the negs around: they're hypocrites and they're not much company, but I enjoyed seeing the look of utter disgust in them, even as we do our best to corrupt them. Phil and Dean took a seat together on the battered couch I kept for between-fuck rests. Barry pulled his cock from the mouth and gripped a shoulder. He spun the boy then, positioning himself to be at the hole when it stopped. Any other day, Phil and Dean wouldn't have gone to the couch. Barry wouldn't have been so obvious in cheating, but then again there were only two of us left in the game, aside from the fuckhole. The others had realized something: if Rich had seen through the game, he didn't comment. We could be doing anything to this little fuck and he'd let us. Barry hooked a few fingers into the hole and slid them back out. He licked at the toxic cum that clung to him before reaching round and pushing the digits through the mouth. Rich sucked at the cum greedily, whimpering as he did. Barry's cock slid in with little trouble, and it started pummeling into the hole immediately. Barry grabbed Rich's hair and yanked his head so they were looking at each other. His hair-covered back heaved and was already shiny with a thin layer of sweat. Like Dean, he draped himself over the kid, bending forward until their faces were close. Instinctively, Rich opened his mouth for the kiss. Barry spat again on his face and battered the opening with the kind of fury and stamina that I've seen in no one else. Pozzing was his passion, and as such was more of a motivation to him than the actual orgasm - or so it seems such was what motivated him to keep his hips rutting. "Who has it?" Barry asked while he fucked. "Who has the virus? Do you have a guess?" Moaning in time with the thrusts, Rich just shook his head. Barry was fucking so hard I thought the stool would collapse, but it somehow held together. "It could be me, you know. These balls could be full of pure, sweet cum or they could be full of something toxic. What would you bet on?" The thrusting messed with his words. "I!...Don't!...Care!" Barry threw his head back and roared with laughter. I had to take my hand off my cock to keep from shooting. "You don't, do you? You fuckin' cumdump." Seeing that Barry was nearing the end, I moved to that sweet mouth which opened wide to accommodate me. It didn't take long. Barry still held Rich's head to the side and while I fucked his throat I looked at him looking up at me with those wet blood-shot eyes. He was a mess. Barry's final grunt turned into a guttural noise that drew out as he flooded the boy's hole. Not wanting to taint the deposits with my own neg cum, I slid my cock into the warm wet a few more times before firing rope after rope down Rich's throat. He gagged a few times before swallowing it down. I pulled out at the same time as Barry. While he went back to the mouth to get his cock cleaned off I walked to the crate and got another beer. The other negs had left, but there were two new small stains on my concrete floor. Idiots. We untied him and the others left. The job was done, and Rich held no interest for them now. "How are you feeling?" I asked. A dark look crossed his face. "I feel good...but I'm kinda scared to get tested now." I shook my head and took a swig of my beer. "You really shouldn't." He looked at me, surprised. "No?" "Nah, we're all clean. The poz guy was the one who left first." "Oh, wow," he said, and repeating himself with another 'oh,' he remarked with a smile "Well that's great!" He stayed the night. I couldn't let him leave, really. He lay with me in my bed upstairs while I fucked him through the night, keeping his ass open and the poz cum inside his ass. In the morning there was a big patch on the sheets from where the jizz had seeped from his ruined ass. It had been in there long enough, I thought. When he left, I immediately went online to one of my hookup sites. I found a promising-looking new guy and bookmarked his profile. I'd make contact after lunch. I slid the camera's memory card into the slot and started importing the video. I watched it then, flicking through to find what I wanted: a good picture of his face. I snapped the pic and pasted it into an ever-growing folder of similar pictures, faces of healthy men now converted because of me. My cock was rigid again. I reopened the browser and found the new guy's page. I smirked and started typing my message.

Got amped and went to a sex club today about 25 minutes from where I am visiting. Checked in, got a room. Slow (it was early afternoon and during a weekday), I decided to get amped up a little more, and then put on my jock, baseball cap, opened up my door and put on a blindfold and got on the bed laying face down with my ass to the door. It wasn't more than 2 minutes when a guy walked in, touched my ass and put a finger into my pre-lubed hole. He then took his hand and moved my head towards his cock. I then started sucking on it like I had been on a hunger strike. I could hear him close the door and all i could keep thinking about was that his raw cock would seed me. Sure enough, he eventually pulled out of my mouth and grabbed my hips and brought my hole towards him. He drenched my hole with lube and pushed his raw dick into me. He fucked me for a bit when all of a sudden I heard him grunt and my hole got real wet and he then pulled out and I immediately went to his dick to suck out any last drops of cum I could get. I thanked him for his load and with that he grabbed his things and walked out. Now that I was freshly loaded, I wanted more. I then grabbed my towel, blindfold, lube and poppers and went to a small room with a sling and jumped in. Put on my blindfold and with my cummy hold exposed to whoever walked by. A heard a couple of footsteps, but no takers. About 10 minutes later, a hairy daddy type guy, comes over and begins to play with my hole. He shoves in 2 fingers, then 3 and then pushes his fist into my hole and everytime he pulls out, my hole just hungers for more. Well, he gets his fill and leaves and then a guy comes up and shoves his dick in and begins fucking me and he shoots his load into me. When he is done, I decide to try a different scene and walk to an area called the "bunkhouse", a bunch of leather bunkbeds in one area of the club. I go to the far corner and put on my blindfold and get on all fours and before long, I feel a hand touching my hole. I then feel the guys dick take its place and teasing it. Without warning, the guy shoves it deep into my hole and explodes...He pulls out and leaves. I decide to head home. Took 3 anon loads and my hole is still lubed up with their cum.

CHARLESTON, WV - A boy found me on Scruff, young 20's, cute, bottom, with a BF. I was out having a drink when he hit me up so I rushed back to my hotel and messaged him the room number. I was sweaty from the walk back to the hotel so I told him I'd leave the door cracked and would be in the shower. When he arrived I had already gotten done with the shower and was butt-naked walking around the hotel room brushing my teeth! He let himself in and I told him to make himself comfy while I rinsed out my mouth. As I was in the bathroom I was sooo excited because the boy was very sexy! When I came out of the bathroom the boy was on the edge of the bed in a Nasty Pig jockstrap. He was ready to get right to the breeding! We kissed (rare for me) and he started to suck my cock… he got me hard and then I told him to lay on his belly. His ass was amazing! I kissed him all over and ate that boy hole good…. he was wanting to get fucked, it was obvious. I slid my cock into his hole and fucked him in several positions for quite a while. Finally I nutted in his hole in the doggy position and he took it like a champ. It was a big load, it had been a while! We chatted and cuddled. Nice kid, open relationship with a total top, totally adorable. The next night while I dinner I go the following text "I already want you to fuck me again! I wish you were still in town!" That's so hot!!!!!

Part 3 Wow! I had never been fucked by more the one guy at a time and now I had just received my fourth load of cum up my fuck hole. All bareback. And even though I had been led to believe they had all been tested negative for HIV, I had been informed the last three loads were actually poz, and there were at least a dozen more poz infected cocks that were going to breed my negative ass. In addition I had just fucked a poz infected ass that was full of toxic poz cum and had shot what was probably going to be my last negative load. As my softening dick slid out of the poz pit I had just fucked I tried to get up but was roughly grabbed and place back on the fuck bench. Some one took the place of the guy I had just fucked and he in turn mounted the fresh piece of fuck meat. As he straddled him and slid his poz stick up his ass I had a great view of his cum dripping fuck hole. There was a bio hazard tattoo surrounding the poz pit which was dripping cum. "Now you can lick his ass fuck pig." I didn't need a second invitation. I love cum and the ass seasoning of a fresh cream pie is my favorite. I dove in licking up all the cum on the outside before plunging my tongue into that toxic bug infested ass. My cock was already starting to get hard again. "You like that poz fuck slop piggy"? someone asked. "Best tasting cream pie I ever," I replied. Just then another big cock was rammed deep in my hole. "Oh fuck" I gasped, "Fuck me, pump more of that bug infected poz into my cunt! Give me another load of faggot death deep in my ass." The top slammed his poz injector fuck stick in hard and almost immediately I felt his cock throbbing and I was getting another poz load deep in my ass. I could feel more of that demon seed running down my balls as his cock spewed burst after burst deep in my bowels. Thank god they all seemed to be cumming so fast. I didn't think my ass could handle every cock here pounding my ass for twenty minutes apiece. About that time bio hazard tattoo guy let out a deep moan and pumped his satanic venom deep into the ass he was pounding. Once again they told me to straddle the guy on the floor in front of me and fuck him. My cock was once again hard as a rock as I plunged it into the poz filled fuck hole and once again another cock was thrust into my ass. Since I had already came once I wasn't able to shoot another load right away and three more guys bred my fuck hole before I released my cum deep into the ass under me. Again I was yanked back onto the fuck bench with my ass exposed. The guy whose ass I had fucked was replaced with a fresh unseeded ass which he straddled and started to fuck as I licked his freshly cum filled fuck hole. My own ass was on fire from all the fucking it was getting and each new poz fucker seemed like he was trying to ram it in harder than the previous guy. As I lapped up the cum from the ass in front of me his balls tightened and he spewed his toxic brew into the bottom's ass. "Okay piggy, get that negative prick into that bug hole." I straddled the freshly pozed bug hole but my dick was not responding. I had shot two loads in a very short period and I needed some time to recover and told them as much. "We got just the thing to cure that." The men around me moved back and a figure in a black robe came forward. The robe had a hood that completely hid his face. A cold shiver cursed through my body. He looked like the grim reaper. He was holding what looked like an oxygen mask attached to a long flexible hose that you might see on a vacuum cleaner. "Inhale this," a screechy high pitched voice hissed. "What is it? I can't do drugs. If a random drug test caught me with drugs in my system I would lose my job." "Better than drugs and not detectable. I like to call it Devil's breath" he hissed in a voice that very much sounded like it could be that of the Devil. I tried to pull away from the sinister figure but his bony hand was at the back of my head before I could react. The mask was placed over my mouth and nose. "Don't fight it. Inhale," the eerie, satanic voice hissed. There was a vapor issuing from the mask that was hot and had a strong smell of sulfur that did not quite mask another foul odor. I tried to hold my breath but a fist was slammed into my gut knocking the wind from me. With each gasp for air I filled my lungs with the noxious vapor. The room was swimming but my balls felt that familiar tingle that signaled that they had a load that needed to get out. My cock had also jumped back to life, and no sooner than someone grabbed it and guided me to that poz infected fuck pit.

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.

Part 2: Halloween Encounters Scott: The club was packed when they arrived at 11:00 PM. People were being turned away from the door but the bouncer let Michael walk by with a nod… and Scott and Viktor trailed in his wake. The rest of their little group - Greg and Tommy - were waiting when they came in. “Didn’t think you guys were going to show!” Greg shouted above the noise. Greg was no real beauty but was passably handsome in a blue collar sort of way. Scott had let Greg into the group a couple years ago during a spate of gay bashings. Always good to have someone around who looked like he could fight back. And Greg, who worked construction, definitely fit the bill. “I said you three were having a threesome to get the party started.” Tommy laughed. “Not fucking likely.” Scott said through gritted teeth, still annoyed at the wasted time on the seance, but no one heard him. If you looked in a gay dictionary for the word “twink” you would see a picture of Tommy. Tall but very thin and boyish, Tommy couldn’t be closeted if he wanted to… so instead he wore his gayness like a banner. He and Greg had dated briefly but Scott suspected he had hoped to “trade up” to Michael. Good luck. He was definitely not Michael’s type at all. “Hey guys!” Tommy said, pulling out his phone. “Everyone squeeze together. Let me get a picture.” Scott sighed and he saw Greg roll his eyes. But no one seemed to complain. Michael was only half paying attention, his eyes scanning the room. Looking for his next conquest most likely. “I’ll send you all a copy later. “ Tommy promised. Greg leaned close to Michael and Scott. “So what did keep you?” “Don’t ask.” Michael laughed. “I need a fucking drink.” He led the way to the bar and Greg bought the first round. The first round of many. Michael: Thirty minutes later and Michael found himself leaning against a column fighting with a growing sense of frustration. The music was great. The club filled with hot, sweaty, horny men. Men undulating to the music. Grinding their bodies together. He had a nice buzz from the alcohol. Tonight, however, something seemed… off. Different. Somehow. It a way he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The crowd’s eyes seemed to slide right past him. Even his friends had wandered off. Greg and Tommy were all but screwing on the dance floor. Viktor was out there as well… dancing with a different man every song. Even Scott… poor little Scott who had followed him like a puppy since they were 15… had wandered off. He was alone. Alone in a crowd of gay men. This was not something that Michael was used to… or that he liked. And worse. He was horny. He wanted to find an ass to fuck. His cock had been hard, frustratingly hard, for an hour. He had made no real effort to hide it but the even his 10 straining inches weren’t drawing a second glance. “Hey.” A voice said behind him, close enough to almost whisper in his ear but shouting to be heard over the noise. Michael turned around, startled. He hadn’t noticed or heard the man come up behind him. Was there something familiar about his face? Didn’t really matter though, this guy was nowhere near Michael’s league. He was older — at least in this mid to late 30’s. His body was thin and untoned… but with a bulging belly. His hair was mostly grey and dishevelled, his face covered with a beard, thick and unkempt. It was his face that revolted Michael the most: gaunt, skin pale, eyes sunken. He looked sick. He may have been a looker once but that had clearly faded. Not Michael’s type at all. “Fuck dude. You shouldn’t come up behind me like that.” Michael had to shout a bit over the music and noise. “Sorry buddy. You just looked lonely so I thought I could come keep you company.” “Excuse me?” Michael wanted a fuck but this guy definitely wasn’t it. “Come on, baby. I’ve got something that will put a smile on your face.” The sickly man casually groped his himself through his too-tight jeans. “You will definitely smile when I get this inside you.” Michael laughed in his face. “You are barking up the wrong tree. I don’t get fucked. I’m a top.” “Oh please… with an ass like that? Your ass was clearly made for fucking.” “Not happening. Besides. I don’t do pity fucks. Look at yourself, man. You look like a fucking corpse. I wouldn’t even let you suck my dick.” “Well fuck you, man. I was just trying to cheer you up. Go home alone and whack yourself off while looking in the mirror.” The stranger turned and disappeared into the crowd. Great. Another annoyance on an already miserable night. Michael turned back to the dance floor to see Scott approaching with a couple more drinks. Scott: “What was that?” Scott asked as he approached. “Some asshole wanted to fuck me. Can you believe that shit?” Scott laughed. “What? Didn’t he know who you were? Must be from out of town. Was he at least hot? I couldn’t really see him.” “Not hot at all. Looked kind of sick actually…. like some kind of AIDS victim. It’s strange but I’m sure I’ve seen him somewhere before.” Scott shrugged and handed Michael a drink. There didn’t seem to be much point in talking with all the noise. Viktor: There were no quiet corners in this club but Viktor retreated to the most out of the way spot he could find. He was shaking a bit. He had seen the sickly man and watched him approach Michael. It was clear that Michael had not recognised that face. But Viktor had. This was unexpected. The truth was he hadn’t known quite what to expect when he set this in motion. But he certainly had not expected this. Viktor’s eyes scanned the crowd, looking for that face. Nothing. He needed a better vantage point to look… and to keep an eye on Michael. He kept losing Michael in the crowd, even though the blond wasn’t moving. It was like the eyes just slid off him. The club had a balcony that over looked the main dance floor. It was a cruisy area, and an area where guys would go who wanted to fool around without leaving the club. Viktor had sucked and been sucked off up there before. He wasn’t interested in that tonight… but it would be the best place to keep an eye on what was going on. He took a deep breath and pushed through the crowd. Michael: Midnight came. And went. Michael had tried to make eye contact with a couple really hot guys. Nothing. He might as well be sitting home alone. His cock was so hard it felt like it would break off. He couldn’t remember being so horny. HIs mind was filled with images of bending one of these hot guys over and burying his dick in them. But not a single one of them was looking his way. Scott was nearby talking to a guy that Michael recognised as David, one of the personal trainers at the local gym in Boystown. David was tall, muscular, lean… maybe just a bit overbuilt in the chest and arms for Michael’s taste, brown hair cut very short on the sides. They had flirted a bit but David was, like Michael, a top and it had never gone anywhere. Michael’s eyes settled on Scott. His buddy did have an amazing body. For the first time in years he considered crossing the line. What would it be like to get balls deep in Scott’s hole? No. He shouldn’t… he couldn’t… fuck Scott. But that ass was looking really inviting tonight. Greg and Tommy had returned from the dance floor. They were both drunk and the atmosphere was getting the best of them. Glen’s hands caressed Tommy’s perky ass and Tommy was cuddling up to his rough looking ex. There was little doubt that they would be going home together tonight. Wouldn’t be the first time, probably wouldn’t be the last. Of Viktor, there was no sign. Michael could only assume he had gone home with someone. Shit. He had no real interest in Viktor at this point but that hot hole would feel good wrapped around his dick right now. Hell, any hot hole would feel good. Michael’s eyes panned the crowd. Fuck. Not a single pair of eyes was so much as looking his direction. Then… eye contact! The man smiled and raised a glass in salute. Michael gave the barest of smiles back. The man stood and started walking closer. The man was handsome — but at the same time somehow nondescript. Definitely on the wrong side of 30…. possibly approaching 40. Even at this distance, Michael could see grey hair on the man’s temples. On a normal night, Michael wouldn’t have given him the time of day… but this was not a normal night. The guy did have a nice body.. and he was a hell of a lot hotter than the freak who had come up behind him earlier. Michael toyed with the idea. But no. Not with Scott, Greg, and Tommy nearby… not to mention David. There was no way he was letting his friends see him hook up with someone below his usual standards. He broke eye contact and looked back towards Scott. But Scott was otherwise occupied. His chest was pressed tight against David. The personal trainer’s tongue was probing into Scott’s mouth. And Scott certainly wasn’t protesting… his eyes were closed and he had “the look”. Michael had seen that look on a lot of bottoms - and plenty of so-called versatile guys like Scott. It was almost always there, although they tried to hide it. On a night like tonight - more than a few drinks, a club practically raining in sweat, testosterone, and sex - the look would come out. Michael could almost feel Scott’s hole twitch from here. Tommy wouldn’t be the only one getting fucked tonight. He looked back towards the man who had been approaching. Gone. Disappeared back into the crowd. Shit. Viktor: Viktor watched the scene from the balcony. Couldn’t anyone else see what he could see? The man who had stepped from shadows into a crowded bar. A man from whom light itself seemed to bend away. He had seen the stranger catch Michael’s eyes. He had seen the moment between them come. And go. He had seen the man take a single step back when Michael looked away. And then he had simply been gone. And no one had noticed. Other than Michael and himself, he wasn’t sure that anyone had seen the stranger. The lights above him flickered and the room seemed a little darker. A chill ran down his spine. Something was near. Behind him. He turned. Two men stood a few steps away, leaning again the wall, watching him. Two men. The stranger who came from and returned to shadows. And the sick man. The sounds of the club seemed to go quiet. The mass of men around him slowed. Then stopped. As if time itself stood still. As if someone had hit pause on a movie. “Viktor Lupei.” The stranger said. With everything stopped, frozen, around them he spoke in a quiet voice. “You know who I am?” “Y-yes.” Viktor’s mouth felt very dry. “My Nana called you Zburător.” “I am known by many names but that is an old one. Perhaps ‘Sebastian’ would sound better in this modern age.” He paused a gestured towards the sickly looking man. “And you know my companion don’t you.” “Yes. I recognised him earlier.” “Good.” Sebastian stepped up to the balcony and looked down at Michael, frozen in time like the rest of the club. “I have set things in motion per our bargain. Now let us agree on the payment.” Viktor nodded. A bead of sweat dripping down his back, making him shiver. “Three times I will exact a price. Once to seal the bargain. The second when he who treats you with contempt is at your mercy. And the third after a heart is broken beyond hope. Those are the terms. Do you accept?” “I accept.” Viktor replied with only a moments hesitation. “Very well.” Sebastian said, not turning away from the balcony. “My companion will claim the first payment, to seal our bargain, on my behalf.” Viktor turned to the sickly man. The grungy grey hair and beard. The pallid skin. The lesion, hard and brown, on his forearm. The swollen, flabby belly. The lips, dry and swollen, formed into a lecherous smile. The sunken eyes now looked at him the way a hawk looks at it’s prey. Viktor had no doubt the payment that was demanded. “But he is sick!” The sickly man laughed. “That’s right boy. I am sick. I have AIDS. A very resistant strain.” “And…” Sebastian interrupted, “he will give it to you. I will make sure it takes. That is the first price. This is your last chance to turn back. Do you want your vengeance or is your pride worth nothing?” Viktor’s heart was racing. He could feel the pounding in his ears. He was a model for Christ’s sake. He could have any man he wanted. Well… almost any man. Was revenge against one man worth this price? He looked down from the balcony to Michael. To that beautiful man. Who had used him, fucked him, then discarded him like nothing. Who had relegated him to a mere background player. “I… I…” Viktor stammered. He paused. Calmed his breathing. “I will pay the price.” The sickly man put a hand on a shoulder and guided him to a corner. His lips found Viktor’s mouth. His tongue parted Viktor’s lips and slipped inside. The rough beard scratched at the model’s face. His breath bitter and foul. Viktor wanted to gag. The hands sliding down the Romanian’s back and cupping his ass, fondling it, squeezing it. Their bodies pressed together. Viktor could feel the sickly man’s cock - very long, very thick, very hard - straining in the other man’s jeans. The sickly man pushed Viktor back slightly. Breaking their kiss. “Drop your pants.” “What… here?| “That’s right.” The sickly man whispered. “Right here. in public.” Viktor looked around. The crowd was still silent, unmoving, oblivious, frozen in time. He loosed his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Slid them down over his thighs. His uncut cock hung limp over his ball sack. “Turn around.” The sickly man ordered. “Oh yeah… that is a pretty ass, boy. I’m going to enjoy wrecking it.” A hard slap on Viktor’s butt brought a gasp. The sickly man chuckled then roughly pushed Viktor’s shoulders forward. Bending him over, raising his ass into position. The Romanian’s cheeks parted slightly, giving a tantalising glimpse of his hole. A finger poked at the opening. Impatient. Pushing inside. Sharp nails. Digging. Scratching. A second finger. A third. Finally the fingers slipped away. “Brace yourself against the wall. Keep that position until I tell you otherwise.” VIktor obeyed. The sickly man made a hacking sound in his throat and Viktor felt a gob of spit land on his hole. “That’s your lube.” Viktor felt the hard dick pressing against his hole. He took a deep breath, relaxing his body. His sphincter. The sickly man slammed forward without further warning. His big head ripping through Viktor’s puckered hole. A single unyielding thrust. Pushing half of his shaft inside the model’s body. Viktor screamed. He loved getting fucked. But not like this. Oh fuck! This hurt. The cock forced it’s way deeper. Inch by inch. Hard, merciless thrusts. Stretching the hole. Preparing it for its breeding. Balls deep. All the way out. Slamming all the way back inside. This was not making love. Or even sex. This was fucking. Raw primal fucking fuelled by hate and contempt. Viktor became aware of sounds. Music. Voices. Quiet at first but growing. Movement. The men around him stirring. Slow motion at first. But then more and more normally. Oh fuck! Everyone would see him! Sebastian stood next to him. A smile on his lips. Cruel. Mocking. Viktor dropped his head hiding his face. “Shit… look at that dude getting fucked!” He heard someone shout, as if over load music although the music still sounded faint and distant. “That guy looks sick. Is he wearing a condom?” “What a fucking slut.” “I know him! He’s a model… I took some headshots for him.“ And then the music was back to normal… too loud to hear the voices. A crowd was forming around them. Hands touching him. Fingers around his chin. Pulling his head up to see his face. Phones out around him. Snapping pictures. Recording videos. The crowd was surrounding them. Making sure security couldn’t see what was going on, couldn’t stop it. Some of the guys had pulled out their own dicks. Stroking as they watched his breeding. The thrusting in his ass was speeding up. The big cock in his hole swelling. The sick man’s hands on his hips. He couldn’t hear the man but he was sure the man was grunting. Swearing. And then he felt it. He felt the dick in his ass spasm. Erupt. Flood his ass. With cum. With toxic cum. It filled his hole. The cock in his hole still hard. Still moving. Not done. Thrusting again now. Faster. Cum dripped from Viktor’s hole, dripping down his legs. The sickly man was no more patient the second time. The thrusting, if anything, more insistent. Pushing that toxic seed deeper. Working it into the Viktor’s ass. Into the cuts from the fingers and the tears from the first brutal fuck. Viktor’s hole on fire. Like all the skin inside his chute had been ripped off. Pain radiating up his spine. Despite himself, the Romanian’s cock had grown hard. Throbbing as it bounced between his thighs. He wanted to stroke himself but had to keep both hands on the wall to keep himself supported. His body tightening. Clenching. His fingers clawing at the wall… …And then his cock convulsed. A wave of pleasure cutting across the pain. Mingling with it. Cum flying from his cock as it bounced. Slimy cum everywhere. The convulsing model’s body was too much for the sickly man. His fingers dug into Viktor’s hips as if trying to break them. His cock again swelling. Erupting. Flooding. Seeding. Breeding. The thrusting slowed. Stopped. The gaunt body sank onto Viktor’s back, holding him in place. Sweat dripped from the pale, wasted chest. Quickly coating Viktor’s back. The smell of the man filling Viktor’s senses. Viktor felt fingernails caressing his butt, drawing lines up onto his back and spine. He turned around. Zburător - Sebastian he corrected himself - stood at his side staring intently. Staring as if he could see through VIktor’s aching body. As if watching something happening inside. Or guiding it. Then Sebastian smiled triumphantly. He spoke in Viktor’s ear. He didn't shout or raise his voice but it carried even over the loud noise of the club. “It is done. His virus has entered your blood. Even now it is taking hold, infecting it’s first cells, changing them to produce replicas of itself. The first payment has been made. It is begun, but now I have other business to attend to.” Then he was gone. The sickly man’s cock softened and slid away. Viktor felt cum dripping from his well used hole. The sickly man gave him a final glance. The face so familiar and yet so alien. Cold. Humourless. Triumphant. And then he disappeared into the crowd. Viktor stood. Pulling his jeans up and fastening them. They were damp from dripping cum and blood. He tried not to look at the crowd around him. All watching him. Their eyes full of contempt and pity. If he could have done so, Viktor would have wept. But instead he felt nothing. Numb. Emotionless. Empty.

I'm considering a trip to Quebec City next month and thinking about places to stay and places to play. Anyone been to Sauna Hoppocampe? Stayed at the attached Hotel Hippocampe? What were your experiences -- good or bad. I want to fuck but I also want to be a tourist so I'll need a regular hotel to actually sleep in. Thanks for your travel advice.

The Poz Boat Dillon was going on the cruise without his bride since she left him at the altar. They had been dating since college and after Dillon’s couple years in the minors trying to make it in baseball he asked her to marry him. He felt embarrassed after she didn’t show at the ceremony. He knew he couldn’t get a refund on the cruise they had planned for a honeymoon so he went alone. Jack figured it would give him time to forget about her and reflect on his life. He spent the first day at sea alone at the pool working on his tan. That’s where he met Christopher and Jack. Christopher was the oldest of the couple at 30 he was a bit taller than Dillon coming in at 6’ 3” and weighed about 180 with dark brown hair and eyes. Jack was his younger partner just shy of 20 years, 5’ 10”, 140 pounds, with Black hair and green eyes. Both men were fit and well defined after obvious work in the gym. Jack had noticed the 25 year old as he stretched his 6’ frame out on a lounge chair in his board shorts. Jack pointed the young man out to his partner as they admired his lean, muscular body, flat 6 pack abs, smooth skin and long blond hair. Christopher commented how nice it would be to use him for a night of fun. Quickly the three men started to chat. Before too long they had made plane to hang out that evening. The sun began to dip in the sky as they went to their separate rooms to get ready for dinner and a night out. After dinner Dillon was to meet the two other men at their cabin. He found their room and knocked on the door. The door opened up by Jack wearing just a towel who told Dillon that Christopher was in the shower. Jack welcomed Dillon in the room and offered him a drink. The towel clad man fixed Dillon a drink and handed it to their guest. As Dillon sat on the queen size bed in the middle of the room Jack dropped his towel and searched through his bag for something to wear that night. Dillon tried not to stare at the young man as he searched his bag. After many years in locker rooms Dillon was accustom to other naked male bodies. Dillon was sipping on his drink as Christopher came out of the bathroom with his towel over his shoulder. He greeted their guest. Jack asked if Dillon had any thoughts what they all should do that night. Dillon was well into his drink as he began to feel a little horny. He was confused at the feeling as he began to get hard. The tent in his cargo shorts was hard to hide as a naked Christopher moved in closer. Dillon was caught off guard as the naked Christopher was close. Dillon had a friend in college that was gay. On a couple rare occasions he was in the receiving end of a nice blow job while drunk but never thought of anything more. Christopher asked Dillon again what he wanted to do that night. Jack made a comment about Dillon’s hardening cock as the two men were now on either side of their guest. Jack looked at and Christopher and gave him a wink to signal that Dillon’s drink was spiked with ample Viagra and GHB. Dillon was in a daze as he noticed both naked men standing with their cocks pointing at Dillon. Dillon was beginning to feel the G as Jack took his drink from his hand. Christopher started to unbutton Dillon’s shirt. Jack came back and began to rub the back of Dillon’s head. Dillon was lost in the G and the sensations he was receiving from the two men. Christopher made a suggestion that seemed to go right into motion. Knowing what happened to Dillon with his bride, Christopher suggested that he relax and let whatever happens between the three of them happen. With the G in his system Dillon was easy prey as Jack helped remove the rest of Dillon’s clothing. Jack got on his knees and began to suck Dillon’s hard cock. Jack was impressed with Dillon’s 8” cock as Jack thought to himself that it was too bad he wouldn’t get to use it after this suck job. While Jack worked on Dillon’s pole Christopher put the rest of the plan in motion. While out of sight of their guest he retrieved a prefilled point and moved in for the kill. When he returned to the bed he found Dillon on his back with his eyes closed while Jack was still sucking Dillon’s cock. They had Dillon right where they wanted him. Christopher sat down laying his legs across Dillon’s chest. Dillon looked up at Christopher as he looked for a good vein in Dillon’s arm and stuck the point in Dillon. Dillon looked up as Christopher registered a quick flash then emptied the slam in the unsuspecting Dillon. Dillon coughed out 3 times as Jack stood up and kissed his partner before retrieving 2 more points for themselves. The slam given to Dillon was double what the couple were about to administer to themselves. Jack handed one to Christopher as they kissed again. They each administered their own slam as Dillon was riding a strong rush. After each coughed and were ready they began to work on their new toy. Dillon was positioned on all fours as Christopher got behind him and Jack was at his head. Jack took a moment to kiss Dillon as he took a hold of his head before he sat down in front of Dillon and worked his mouth on his own hard 8” cock. While Jack was teaching Dillon to suck cock Christopher began to rim his virgin ass. As Dillon began to suck on Jack’s cock moans were escaping around Jack’s tool as Christopher’s tongue began to probe into Dillon’s hole. Jack gave Dillon instructions as Christopher readied his ass. Since Jack had just slammed he knew he’d blow a load quickly and Dillon would have his first taste of cum. Christopher looked at Jack as prepared Dillon’s hole for his own 9” cock. Jack signaled to Christopher that he was getting close. Christopher knew it was time and got on his knees behind Dillon. He positioned his cock at Dillon’s virgin hole, grabbed his hips as he pushed his way inside.’ While Christopher was invading Dillon’s ass Jack took a good hold of Dillon’s hole as he knew he was about to deliver his load in Dillon’s mouth. Jack cums fairly quickly after his first slam and he was ready to deliver his load as Christopher was sliding inside Dillon’s formerly virgin ass. The thought of Christopher taking Dillon’s virginity had him on the verge of blowing his load. As he was about to cum he told Dillon one thing, swallow bitch. Dillon felt Jack’s cock expand and then fire his cum as he swallowed without a thought. After Jack had finished cumming he held his cock in Dillon’s mouth for his to clean and help him get harder again. Christopher began to fuck away at Dillon’s tight hole as Dillon was working on Jack’s semi-hard cock. Dillon was lost still lost in the G as he Christopher was fucking him. Christopher was eager to drop his own load inside this young straight man. As the G began to wear off Dillon was growing a wear of what was happening. Jack’s cock was growing hard in his mouth as he realized that he was getting fucked at both ends. He felt the cock in his ass grow harder as Jack pulled him off his cock and kissed him. While Jack was kissing him Christopher grunted as he unloaded inside Dillon. Christopher commented, that’s one load in each end as Dillon looked back to see who was fucking him. Dillon was lost in what was going on since he felt as if he was enjoying himself the action continued. Now it was time for Jack to fuck Dillon. As Christopher slowly withdrew from inside Dillon, Jack moved to take Christopher’s place. Jack quickly slid inside Dillon as Christopher moved to Dillon’s head. Christopher sat down in front of Dillon and told Dillon to clean his cock. The G was mostly out of his system as he looked at Christopher’s cock and eased the soft tool into his mouth. Christopher ran his fingers through Dillon’s hair as Jack fucked. Since Jack had already dropped a load it would take some time before he would drop his second load. This gave him time to work Christopher’s load in deeper as the couple shared an evil grin. Dillon’s legs were getting tired as Jack fucked into him. They repositioned him on his back and Jack continued to fuck him. Dillon began to wonder how long this guy could last when Jack began to breathe a little heavier. Dillon could feel Jack’s cock begin to thicken and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer. It was another 15 minutes until Jack screamed out and filled Dillon with another load. Christopher was hard and ready and took a second turn at Dillon’s ass. As Christopher teased Dillon’s hole he noticed that there was a slight pinkish to the cum that oozed out. Christopher smiled as he slid back inside Dillon. Dillon was left moaning as the couple took turns filling their chemmed up bottom. After each took several turns Christopher lay down on his back as Dillon was directed to mount Christopher’s cock. Once Dillon was down to the base Christopher pulled him in for a kiss while Jack got behind the impaled man and began to work his 8” in alongside the cock already inside. Dillon moaned out in pleasure and pain as his hole was stretched to accommodate both cocks. This fuck took the longest as both assaulted his hole as the sun began to peal through the curtains. After both men deposited their loads and withdrew their softening cocks Dillon could hear Christopher comment that after those two loads the grand total came to 9 charged loads, 5 from Christopher and 4 from Jack. Jack reminded him of the one load down Dillon’s throat. Dillon had no clue what charged load mean as he was starting to come down from his high. The couple helped Dillon back to his cabin and left him in bed to ponder his unknown future.

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

HOT HOT HOT! Hope there is more! SO would have loved being there!

This is somewhat off topic...but one thing I can't stand is a guy with NO standards. I want to have at least SOME attraction to the person I am sticking my cock inside. It really doesn't do much for me if a dude could care less what I look like and just wants a cock in him. I am not saying they have to be all into me, or me into them...but the entire "a cock is a cock" thing just baffles me.

I've always had a "thing" for servicing Str8 men. I've got a regular (I'll call him Paul) that I've been sucking and rimming for over 10 years. He's a divorced guy in his late 40's. Very athletic and buff. With a beautiful 7" cut cock. When he gets horny, he leaves a text on my phone to come over to blow him. Basically, he just wants to be rimmed and sucked. But there's been a few times he's asked to fuck me. I always love it when he fucks me. But, until tonight, he's always insisted on using a condom. Tonight, I got the text from him. "I need your mouth. Come over at 7pm". So, I showed up at his door at 7pm. I could tell when I walked into his home that he was flying pretty high. His water pipe was on the coffee table. He took another strong hit from the pipe, then led me into his bedroom. We both stripped and climbed onto the bed. Paul on his back with his legs spread. I laid down between his legs and started my usual of getting him hard in my mouth. It didn't take long before he was rock hard. He lifted his knees to his chest, exposing his pink hole to me. I flicked my tongue across his rosette a few times, then dug my tongue deep up inside his asshole. Licking the soft, pink insides of his hole. I had him moaning and groaning as he wiggled his ass on my face. Usually this back and forth of my mouth between his cock and asshole will go on for an hour before he feeds me his load. But this time Paul said, "I want to fuck you tonight". Well, you don't have to ask this bottom slut twice. I was on my hands and knees, with my ass in the air. My ass facing him. I took a couple of hits from the fresh bottle of poppers I had just purchased. His 7"s were also pretty thick when he was rock hard, as he was right now. When Paul fucks me, he likes to ram up into me in one quick thrust. Not giving much time to adjust to his thick cock. So, I knew I would need a couple of hits of poppers to be able to take him inside me that quickly. I felt him spit on my hole and slide some of the saliva up inside my hole with his finger. Then he spit again on my hole and I felt his bare cockhead at my hole. I couldn't believe he was going to fuck me without a condom. He'd never done that in the 10 years I've been servicing him. But this time, he quickly slid his bare cock up inside me. I felt him grab me around the waist as he pumped his cock in and out of my man cunt. He would go balls deep into me, then pull almost out before slamming back into me. Normally, when he would fuck me in the past, he was quite silent. Just going about his business. Maybe groan a bit when he was cumming. But, not overly vocal about it. But tonight, he was extremely vocal. Saying things like "You love my cock in you, don't you?" "Damn, your ass feels like a pussy". I do have to say it was an awesome fuck. Paul didn't want it to be a quick pump and dump. He wanted to enjoy a nice, long, hard and deep fuck. And fuck me, he did. For nearly 45 mins he pounded my ass in every conceivable position. Now, once again it was different from the past. In the past, he would only fuck me doggy style. But this time he maneuvered me in every possible position. The pot was obviously making him loose his inhibitions. In fact, when he had me on my back, my legs over his shoulders, slamming into me, our faces were just inches away from me. We've never even come close to kissing, in the past. But this time, we came pretty damn close. I could feel his hot breath on me as he was pumping. Ever so briefly, our lips brushed each other. Not once, but 3 times. I so wanted to ram my tongue deep into this hunks sexy mouth. But I didn't want to freak him out. After about 45 mins. he was finally ready to cum. He quickened his pace. Slamming even harder and deeper into me until he let out a loud groan, holding his cock deep in me. Shaking as he filled my ass with his load. He said he hadn't cum in over a week. Normally, once Paul has cum, he jumps out of bed, cleans off and wants me to leave. But this time, he actually collapsed on me, breathing heavily on my chest as he caught his breath. We even had what could have been considered a "cuddle". Finally, he rolled off me and went into the bathroom to clean up. I put on my clothes and thanked him for the great fuck. "No problem" was all I heard him say from the bathroom. "Talk to you later". I knew I was dismissed. I finished dressing and left his home. On my drive home, some of his week long load began to leak from my well fucked asshole. I loved getting home and sniffing his fresh cum in my briefs. Hope he'll smoke some weed the next time. He's a pretty damn good top. I want it bareback from him every time, as well..

I talked to a guy for a while, we finally met, messed around, I spent the night, no load. I left, went to a friends party, he told me to come stay another night, I did, got there really late, went to a random hook up hotel, still no load, went back to his place, decided to chill before leaving, we started making out and things got hot fast. We went to bed, he pinned me down, threw my legs back, and rammed his cock deep in. He fucked me for about 20 seconds, and went to pull out because he was going to cum, I told him no, he was about to remind me of his status and shot his load deep. He fucked 3 more loads in after that. He popped a champagne cork in my ass to stop the drip. I got home and pulled it out and all his cum was absorbed. No more hotels for me when I visit that area....

Hey Atlfuckbud, I like the ones who want it bad as soon as we starting chatting. But sometimes a guy wants a condom and when I hold out and say there's no dick for him, and then he gives in--that's hot hot hot. If I can get an uptight guy to take my load, its awesome!

Just posted my story in the Blogs section... "Pozzed in the Afternoon" (too long to post it again here). A hot quickie at my house from a hung, Latino viral top...

Michael Lucas is is very outspoken as a HUGE supporter of PrEP. I wouldn't be surprised if every one of his performers is on PrEP...

I once had a conversation with an online person, whom I am long since am convinced is a fake -- about something that hot that has me wondering if its real, and made me horny regardless. Scenario involved a pride float in Toronto where you would could be tied up, blindfolded (wholly/partially naked?) in stocks and left for any body to walk in and use. I don't know if that happens (or could happen) anywhere, but am curious. And damn well will consider subjecting myself to it.

Part 9: Interlude - The Flu Scott Scott wasn’t sure why he was standing outside Viktor’s door even as he reached out and knocked. I’m just worried, he told himself. Viktor had barely been around since Halloween. And not just from their group… Scott hadn’t even seen the model around the bars. Scott found himself worrying about the other man. For days he had felt he should come by to check on him. And those feelings had finally won out. The door opened. The Romanian was wearing an old t-shirt and gym shorts. Scott’s eyes roamed the other man’s body. A strange shiver ran up and down his spine. It was like he was seeing Viktor for the very first time. “Scott? I am surprised to see you here.” The sound of Viktor’s accent was strangely comforting. “Just haven’t heard from you in awhile so wanted to make sure you are ok.” “Yes. I think I have the flu.” Viktor did look pale and Scott felt a twinge of concern. “Can I come in?” “If you like.” Viktor said hesitantly. Stepping back to let Scott enter. Scott wasn’t sure why he had wanted to come inside. The words had slipped out of his mouth without thinking. Viktor: Viktor sat on the sofa and gestured for Scott to sit in the chair. He was genuinely surprised to see the other man here. Including Halloween night, Scott had only been in his apartment a handful of times. Yes, Halloween night and the so-call seance. That is what had set this whole sequence of events in motion. Viktor was sick but he knew he didn’t have the flu. He was seroconverting. He had been expecting this for weeks. He had gone online and read about the disease. He had been sleeping with men for years but like many gay men didn’t really know much about it beyond the headlines. He had learned that not everyone who seroconverts gets the fuck flu…. but Viktor had somehow known he would. So, consciously or otherwise, he had withdrawn from Michael and his circle of friends. Never far though. Watching them from the outside. Waiting for Zburător - Sebastian he corrected himself - to make his move. He hadn’t seen the creature since Halloween. But he had watched as something happened to Michael. He had only seen him a few times since that night but every time he had, Michael looked more tired. Just a little less perfect. A bit less overwhelming. Older. “Earth to Viktor… “ Viktor shook himself out of his thoughts. Scott had moved to the couch to sit next to him. “Sorry, Scott. My mind was elsewhere.” “I was just noticing that you framed the picture that Tommy took on Halloween.” “Yes. It reminds me of that night.” Scott put his hand on Viktor’s knee. Just a comforting touch. But didn’t take his hand away. So, the model thought to himself, Michael and I aren’t the only ones who have changed. Scott: Scott wasn’t sure why his hand was on Viktor’s knee. But it felt… right… somehow. And he didn’t want to move it. He gave the other man a smile and was pleased to see him smile back. Those thick full lips. Those sultry brown eyes. The small pattern of moles on his cheek. God! The Romanian was beautiful. He was sure he had never seen a beautiful man. Scott had always thought so…. hadn’t he? Scott felt himself lean in, his lips longing to connect with Viktor’s. But he stopped. What would Viktor think if Scott did kiss him? Would the model let him? Let’s be honest, he told himself. I’ve been a complete prick. And Viktor certainly didn’t deserve the way he had been treated. Scott felt ashamed. He put his hand on the other man’s forehead. “You have a fever… you're burning up. Have you taken anything?” “Not yet, no.” “Let me check and see if you have anything in your medicine cabinet.” Viktor: The Romanian’s eyes followed Scott as he left the room. He had been so focused on Michael that he had almost forgotten that his bargain had included Scott as well. ‘Take his hatred and replace it with lust. Give him to me. To satisfy my desires.’ He had said, or near enough, and it looked like ‘Sebastian’ had been true to his word. But Viktor had not imagined he would start to feel for Scott as well. Surely this was something the demon had done. He remembered every rudeness he had endured from Scott. It was painful. He wanted to hurt Scott back. But things had changed since Halloween. He had gotten so much more than he bargained for. He would have to think this through carefully. Scott came back into the room with a glass of water, a couple pills, and a damp cloth. After Viktor swallowed the pills, he allowed the other man to guide him to stretching out on the sofa and put the damp cloth his forehead. “You’re almost out of the cold & flu pills. I have to go now but is it ok if I drop by again tomorrow? I’ll bring you some more then.” “If you like.” “Cool. I’ll see you tomorrow. You have my number… please call me if you need anything.” Viktor moved to stand and walk Scott to the door but the other man insisted he stay on the sofa. So Viktor just watched as him leave. Scott gave him one last smile and closed the door behind him. “Well.” A voice said. “Isn’t that sweet.” Viktor jumped up, the damp cloth falling to the floor. Zburător stood just a few feet away. “Sebastian.” The creature said as if it read Viktor’s mind. “You really must learn to call me Sebastian.” Viktor sat back down on the couch, saying nothing but his eyes watching the intruder warily. He was sure the demon looked… younger. More vibrant. “So, my little friend, how are you feeling?” “You know how i’m feeling. My body shifts between fever and chills. I ache. I am nauseated. You brought this on me.” Sebastian laughed. “No, pretty one. You brought this on yourself. This was your choice, you made the bargain of your own free will.” The creature moved closer. “I have been keeping my side of the bargain. You asked me to take away the dominance of Michael Christian. And that is well underway. He will be broken soon. It is nearly done.” Sebastian tilted to his head in the direction of the door that Scott had left out of moments earlier. ““And as for that jealous fool… well, you can see the progress there. Do you agree that I am keeping my word?” Viktor nodded. “Yes. And you have done something to me... made me love him back. Why?" "Because it amuses me. Our bargain did not preclude such a development. And speaking of our bargain, it is time for your second payment." “What do you want of me? You have already given me this disease." “You flatter me. I just helped. Made sure the virus took hold. And now you will pass it on.” “Pass it on?” “Yes. When your new admirer comes back tomorrow, you will seduce him. It won’t take much as you can tell. You will breed him. Fill him with your seed. And you will infect him with the disease. The virus is rampant in you. It probably won’t take long… but you will continue to see him and to fuck him until it is done.” “I … I can’t do that!” Sebastian laughed again. “You made a bargain: any price I asked. This is the price. And you don’t want to know the price of breaking your bargain.” “Please.. I beg you, don’t make me do this. For the love of God…” “Trust me. God has nothing to do with this.” Zburător vanished but his laugher rang in Viktor’s ears.

Part 7: Interlude - A Lazy Day Michael: Michael Christian rolled over in his bed. It was light outside. His mobile phone was buzzing. He glanced at the time. 2:00 PM. What a fucking night. His body ached. His muscles felt like jelly. He felt like someone had shoved a straw in his spine and sucked all the life out of him… in a good way. That fuck was his best workout in weeks. The phone vibrated again. Michael forced himself to look at the phone again. Text messages. About 20 of them. Most from Scott. “Where are you?”, “We’re supposed to meet at the gym at noon”, “What’s going on?”, “You ok?” And so on. Michael tossed the phone aside. He dragged himself out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. He twisted the tap. Cold water. He splashed his face. Then looked up. And stared into the mirror. Was that more grey hair? His face grey as well, his skin dry. Wrinkled. He had always looked younger than his age but now, if anything he looked older. He looked, in a word, like shit. “I’m just dehydrated.” He told himself. He needed some water or juice or something. He wandered out of the bathroom. Passing by the bed, he stopped... and lowered himself to the mattress. Just for a minute he told himself. He would lay down for just a minute…. And Michael drifted back off to sleep. Scott: Scott knocked on Michael’s door. Sure, he was worried… but more than anything he was just annoyed. It wasn’t like this was the first time Michael had pulled a “no show” on him but he usually texted within a couple hours with an insincere apology. It was nearly 4 PM now and they were supposed to meet at the gym at noon. He heard movement inside. Some approaching the door. Slowly. Finally the door opened. “Hey, Scott.” Michael greeted him. Scott tried not to stare at his friend as he entered the apartment. He had never seen Michael look like this. Was that grey hair at his temples? And just a hint of crows feet around his eyes? Michael was dressed only in a pair of skimpy underwear that did little to hide his cock. The cock that Scott had wanted to see for so long… Scott frowned. This wasn’t the time for that. He forced his eyes away from his friend’s highly packed shorts. “Are you ok?” “Yeah, I’m good. Just a bit tired.” Michael admitted as he stepped back to let Scott in. “Well, I’ve been worried about you.” Scott tried to hide his irritation. He knew he wasn’t succeeding. “You didn’t show up at the gym and we were supposed to meet 4 hours ago.” “Four hours ago? Fuck. Sorry… like I said just feeling tired.” Scott sighed. “Well, let me get you some juice or something.” Michael nodded. “Have orange juice in the fridge.” “Ok. Lay down on the couch. I’ll be right back.” Scott snuck one last longing glance at the bulging package. Bulging! Michael’s cock was at least half hard. Viktor had often made little comments about that dick, how it tasted, and how it felt. Scott had been avoiding the Romanian recently. Every time Viktor was around Scott felt ill at ease. That night with David, calling out Viktor’s name, haunted him. He hadn’t told anyone, of course, he would never live it down. Yet every time he thought about Viktor, he felt a certain emptiness. Longing. No. That was silly. He didn’t even like Viktor… Right? Michael: Michael watched Scott leave the room. He was glad his friend was here. He wasn’t sick. Just tired. So very tired. He had noticed Scott’s eyes wandering to his crotch of course. He smiled in spite of his misery. He adjusted his package. It seemed impossible but he was getting hard in spite of how he felt. He needed to get off. To cum again. Maybe he should stretch out a bit. Let Scott get a good view when he came back. Scott had always wanted a closer look at his cock. Maybe he should just give it to him. Let him look. Touch. Taste. Maybe he would plow his buddy’s ass. He knew Scott would go for it. ‘What does Scott’s cock look like?’ He wondered. He had seen Scott in the gym showers but that was with a soft cock… so didn’t really count. ‘How did it look hard?’ No. That wasn’t right. He didn’t care about cocks. He was a top. He liked men for their mouths and asses. Holes to be used. He was just horny, that’s all. So fucking horny. He needed a hole to fuck now like he had fucked Seb last night. Seb. “Oh, did you know that Greg and Tommy are officially back together?” Scott said, walking back in with juice. “What? Again?” Michael laughed. Michael closed his eyes. It was nice to have Scott here but he wished it was Seb. Seb sucking him. Seb riding his cock. Maybe he should call him after Scott went home?

I want to be the fucking boy... Please, someone want to be my loving daddy?

Part 5: Interlude - Bad mornings Michael: The bright glare of the morning sun hit Michael’s face like a slap. He pulled his pillow over his face and rolled over. Just wanted to sleep. Just a bit more. He tossed and turned and tried to get comfortable. Hoping that sleep would return. But no. Sleep had slipped away in that one moment. He groaned and looked over at the clock. Ten o’clock. Lucky it was a Saturday. He wasn’t working today. It didn’t feel like he had slept at all. He sat up. Still fully dressed from when he had crashed on the bed the night before. His head throbbed and he felt a little nauseated. Just how much did he have to drink at the club, he wondered. He reluctantly crawled out of bed and wandered into the bathroom. Hauling out his cock, his pride and joy, he allowed his piss to flow into the toilet. Something about that first morning piss always felt so satisfying. He gave himself a playful stroke but decided he wasn’t in the mood for a wank and tucked his dick away. He washed his hands and then realised he had washed away the phone number the guy had written on his hand the night before. What was his name again? Sam? Steve? No… Seb, that was it. Oh well. Not like he was actually going to call him anyway, he decided. He glanced up and his reflection in the mirror. Damn. He looked like shit. His eyes red, heavy bags beneath. His eyes squinting in the harsh bathroom light that only made his headache worse. His hair a classic example of bedhead. He stopped. Looked closer. Was that? No! It couldn’t be. He couldn’t deny it though. The grey hair was all too visible despite his naturally pale blond hair. He grabbed his tweezers and pulled it out. Then another. And another. Until he was satisfied. He tossed the tweezers down in disgust and jumped in the shower. He needed to work out, get his blood moving, but he just didn’t feel like it. He took a long, hot shower instead. Letting the water run down his back. After towelling himself off, he picked up his phone and checked messages on his phone. Just an email from Tommy with the picture he had taken at the club. It was a nice picture he decided. Michael sent a text to Scott. “Coffee?” A few minutes wait before he received the reply. “Sure.” Michael got dressed and headed out the door. Scott: Scott offered Michael a little wave as his friend walked into their favourite coffee shop. “You look like I feel.” Scott smiled. “I feel worse than I look. How much did we drink last night?” “Too much. Maybe we are getting old and can’t handle our liquor anymore.” Michael grimaced. “Speak for yourself. But at least you had some fun.” Scott put on his poker face. There was no way in hell he was going to tell Michael about what happened with David. “Yeah… it was fun. How about you?” Michael shrugged, noncommittally. “Don’t know. It was just a weird night. Need to get a coffee… you want another one?” “Sure. Skinny latte.” Michael: Michael walked to the counter and ordered the drinks. The twink behind the counter gave him a friendly smile… but it was just a smile. No lingering glance, no licking his lips, no attempt at a seductive pose. Just a smile. Odd…. the twink always tried hopelessly to flirt with him. “Who cares?” he told himself, he wasn’t interested in the twink anyway. “Hey!” A voice said behind him. Michael turned. It was the guy from the park. Seb. “Oh, hey Seb.” “You remember my name. Is that a good sign?” “It must be.” Michael said noncommittally. Seb leaned forward and whispered in Michael’s ear. “Hope we get to meet up again. I think you owe me a good fuck.” Michael felt Seb slip something into his hand. “In case you lost this.” Seb smiled. Michael down at the paper… a phone number. “Yeah… yeah… that would be great.” The twink behind the coffee bar returned with two steaming cups. “Your lattes, sir.” Michael picked up the two cups. “Well… need to get back to my friend. Will give you a call sometime.” “I’m looking forward to it.” Seb said before stepping up the counter and ordering his own drink. “So. Who was that?” Scott asked as Michael sat down with the coffees. “Just some guy from the club last night.” “Not the freak who wanted to fuck you?” “Oh god, no.” Michael shuddered at the memory. There was something in the back of his mind, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something about the freak that had seemed so familiar. Well. Maybe if he hadn’t had quite so much to drink. Michael didn’t want to think about the freak though. As quickly as he could he changed the subject. “So. You and David, huh? Everything you were hoping for?” It was Scott’s turn to look uncomfortable and to change the subject as quickly as he could. Thinking about David made Michael think he should get to the gym. Just a bit longer he told himself.

As promised, posting the next three chapters of the story tonight. Out of town again next week (hopefully just one night that time so will need to skip a day then as well. Apologies. Now without further ado: Part 4: A Simple Mistake? Scott: Scott could not believe his luck tonight. David had been an object of lust around gym since he was hired several months ago. The twenty three year old personal trainer had immediately earned a reputation among the clientele for his hot body and big cock. He was the one of the hottest guys around Boystown. And, in Scott's estimation, second only to Michael himself. There had been hearsay of him letting a few guys suck his cock in the steam room at the gym… but Scott had always put that down as wishful thinking. Scott had seen him in the showers, however, and knew that at least the rumours about his cock were not an exaggeration. And now? Now they were in Scott’s apartment. The personal trainer was tall and towered over Scott. His hands were clamped to Scott’s butt. Kneading the ass that Scott had worked hard to develop and to maintain. Their lips locked together. They had barely made it inside the door before David had pined Scott to the wall, pressing their bodies together. The bulge in David’s jeans very noticeable as it pressed into Scott’s stomach. Scott pulled his lips away from David’s mouth to catch his breath. God! This guy was hot and his hands were everywhere. David: David took advantage of the momentary break to slip Scott’s shirt off and to unfasten Scott’s belt and jeans. Then their lips were locked together again. He ground his cock into the other man and smiled at the moan it elicited. David loved getting a guy hot and bothered. Really bring out their inner slut and they will do anything you want. And this guy was definitely there. The fact that he was Michael Christian’s best buddy was a huge bonus. There was something about Michael that brought out a competitive streak in David. And it had been there since day one. Maybe they were too much alike. But he wasn’t here to make love. He was here to fuck. To breed. And he would get his way. He always did. Scott: Scott felt his jeans slide down his thighs. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans and underwear. He stood naked in front of David but the personal trainer was still fully dressed. He took the personal trainer’s hand and let him to the bedroom. The other man said nothing. He just half smiled. Almost a smirk. ‘Fine.’ Scott thought. ‘Let him think I’m a slut. I don’t care. Just need that cock.’ Scott watched as David unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Exposing his firm and well developed chest David’s hands wrapped around Scott’s head and guided him to one of the firm nipples. Then the other. Scott found his hand moving to David’s crotch. Rubbing the hard cock waiting inside the jeans. Hands on his shoulders. Pushing him down. Scott dropped to his knees. Unfastening David’s jeans. Sliding them off. The personal trainer’s cock strained against his underwear. Demanding freedom. Scott pulled them down. Ten inches of man meat springing free and slapping him in the face. Long. Thick. Hard. For just a moment Scott wondered how this cock stacked up against Michael’s. But just for a moment. “Suck it.” David ordered. Scott opened his mouth and took the cock inside. Hands. On the back of his head. Pulling him in. Forcing the cock into his throat. Choking him. Trying to relax. Deeper. The lovely flavour. Filling his mouth. Salty. David leaned over him. Scott felt hands sliding down his back. Gripping his ass. Spreading his cheeks. Fingering his hole. His hole spasming around the teasing finger. Moaning. Raising his ass up. Letting David know he wanted it. Being pulled up. Turned around. Pushed onto the bed. Ass in the air. “Condoms and lube…” Scott gasped. “In the nightstand.” David: David turned to the nightstand and rolled his eyes. God these guys who insisted on a condom annoyed him. He fumbled in the dresser drawer but he had no intention of suiting up his dick. This hot ass was his to breed and it would be dripping his cum by the time they were done. Scott: The cold and slimy lube on Scott’s hole made his pucker spasm. A promise of pleasure to come. Fingers pulled away… and then the thick cock touched him. Demanding Scott’s surrender. Demanding entry. Scott’s breathing was laboured as he struggled to accept the invasion. This cock was big. Probably the biggest he had ever taken. And he wanted it inside. A wave of pain as the thick meat breached him. The bulbous cock head passing through his sphincter. Oh fuck! It hurt… but it felt so good! Staring at the mirror. At the reflection of this muscle god pushing forward. Pushing the dick into his ass. It was worth the pain to feel this. And then he noticed: The condom, still in its wrapper, on the nightstand. "Didn't you put on a condom?" "Nah, babe." David didn't even pause. "Don't like to use 'em... My dick slides in so much easier without."" "I don't know, maybe we should put the condom on." Hands on his hips. Pulling him back. Into the fuck. Pushing two inches deeper into him. A moan escaped somewhere from deep in Scott’s core. "Don't worry so much. I'm clean. And, be honest, doesn't it feel better?" And it did feel good. And maybe David was right. Maybe taking such a big cock would be easier bare. And he wanted to take it. “Yeah.” He whispered. David pushed forward with a little corkscrew motion. Scott moaned again. “See, you like that. Don’t you?” “Oh fuck yeah… that feels so good.” “Take it, baby. Take my cock up your tight little ass. Been watching you at the gym. Wanting to tap his ass for awhile.” “It’s yours man. Fuck me.” And David did. Pushing deeper. More of the shaft sliding in. Opening Scott’s hole. Pounding. In and out. Deeper. Deeper. Pain. Pleasure. The sensations indistinguishable. He wasn’t gentle. Scott arching his back. Raising his butt. His hole. Begging to be used. “Of fuck… I need this. You feel so good inside me.” Balls deep. Slapping against Scott’s upturned butt. Full strokes in and out. Fingers gripping his ass tighter now. “Getting close….” David moaned. “Me too.” Scott’s hand found his own dick. Stroking. “I’m so close…” Scott’s body tensing up. Face red. Biting his lip. A tremor cascading across his body. Eyes closed. Savouring the sensation of the big cock stretching his hole. Not thinking. Just feeling. Lost in the moment. An image started forming in his mind but he didn’t even notice. A familiar face just outside his awareness. And then he hit peak. “Fuck me, Viktor! Fuck me… I’m coming!” Scott cried. Cum gushed, covering the blankets beneath him. His hole spasmed around David’s cock. David: The spasming hole pushed David over the edge. His cock detonated and he pushed it deep inside. Making sure his load was deep. Slowly their cocks softened, their breathing slowed. David slipped his cock out and gave Scott’s but a little slap. “So.. who’s Victor?” “Viktor?” “Yeah.. you called me Victor.” David frowned. He felt cheated of his moment of triumph. “Isn’t that one of your friends? That’s a bit fucked up, man.” “I’m not sure what you mean…” Scott stammered. David ignored him. “Not used to being upstaged in bed…. especially by someone who isn’t even there.” Scott: Viktor? There must be some mistake, Scott told himself. Why in the hell would he call out Viktor’s name during sex? David reached for his underwear. “Anyway. That was fun.” “I… um… hope we can do it again.” David wasn’t even looking at him. “Yeah. Sure. Sometime really soon.” A few minutes later, Scott closed the door as David left. He grabbed a towel, wiped himself, then sat on the couch. Well…. That had been awkward.

I'm new to being a cumdump, and since it's already August, my goal is 25 loads.

'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 am a proud bottom, always ready to take cock and load. I am natural born this way. Why should I be ashamed?

I fuck guys that are not my type ALL the time. I am physically attracted to a wide variety of guys but I find that 95% of the men I casually fuck are men who I would never even consider dating and I never put my mouth on them (no oral, no kissing). To me, they're just a hole to unload in. The reason I like those guys is that they're so fucking hungry for that dick and cum, they'll do almost anything. They really appreciate that fuck and show it. That doesn't mean I haven't had amazing sex with hot guys before, but there's something about ugly guys that's slightly more exciting. You know you can use them anyway you want and not feel bad or worry about impressing them or scaring them away.

My Name is Mikey – CHPT 5 - Glory Hole Beat Down: Harold’s cum was still leaking out of my well-fucked ass when the sun began to peak over the horizon marking the start of a new day at ROXIES ADULT VIDEOS. The roar of traffic on the interstate was increasing, the sound of bugs was in the hot Louisiana air, and all I could do was stare in wonder at the man laying beside me. Harold and I had spent the entire night on the roof, talking, fucking, exploring each other. I loved the feel of his Mohawk, his beard, his body, and most of all, his hot dick, and relished the smell of his sweat and funk embedded in my nostrils. I could not fathom everything I was feeling physically and emotionally and had a hard time concentrating, but I knew I had to have more of his dick, so I reached over and gently began to stroke his long, black shaft. Harold’s dick instantly responded and began to grow, he moaned a little, and while part of me didn’t want to wake him up, my need was too strong. I scooted down, draped my body across his stomach, leaned forward and began sucking on his dick. Harold’s hand on the back of my head let me know he was awake and after a few seconds he said, “Morning beautiful. DAMN, that feels good. Let me up a sec will you though?” I sighed in disappointment, sat up, and watched as Harold yawned, stretched, stood up, and stretched again, his dick now like a massive weather vain turning in the morning sun. “I got to piss real bad beautiful,” Harold said, “Otherwise, ain’t no way I can fuck that pretty sissy cunt of yours. So what do you say? Help me out here?” I was not sure what he meant and before I could ask, Harold bent down, found a half-smoked joint, lit it, hit it a couple times, handed it to me, then when I handed it back he stepped closer to me, placed his right hand against the side of my head and said, “Just open your mouth beautiful and let me ease back into your throat, then swallow for me, alright?” I was eager to suck his dick again and anxiously obliged. As Harold’s dick hit the back of my throat I started swallowing, his left hand grabbed the other side of my face and he angled his dick a little as my throat and tongue spasmed from being so full. Harold let me choke a minute, then as I settled down he gripped my head hard, pushed his hips forward, and pushed past my gag reflex just as he started to let out a hot stream of piss. I was surprised and disgusted and would have backed off, but Harold had my head held tight so I swallowed as best I could, but frankly there was little need as he was embedded in my throat and the piss had a pretty straight shot right to my gut. My stomach turned, my throat clenched, and the piss kept coming. When the stream finally became a slow trickle, Harold eased his dick out a little and said, “Taste it beautiful. I want you to taste all of me, feel all of me, take all of me.” His piss tasted like rotten meat that was way too salty and I felt like I was going to puke. “Thank you beautiful, I needed that. Looks like I got another problem now,” Harold chuckled. I laid back on the mattress, lifted my legs back, grabbed my ankles, and offered Harold my wet ass and watched in wonder as his mammoth dick got closer and closer and then all I could see was Harold’s face as he leaned over me, pushing my legs back as far as he could, before plunging into my ass. Even though he had opened me up it was still painful having such a big dick, but I wanted him desperately and I flung my hands up, clinging to his back, trying to pull him into me deeper. The smile of joy and pleasure shone in Harold’s eyes as he looked into mine while he pistoned my hole – that is until the voice of an intruder interrupted our bliss. “Fucking Christ, you know Curtis is going bat shit down there about you two?” I turned my head and there was AJ, his head poking up through the roof hatch, a look of frustration across his face. “Good thing I remembered you were a crazy fuck who liked to sleep up here sometimes,” AJ continued on, “Otherwise he would be calling the fucking Sherriff right now to hunt your black ass down.” As AJ hoisted himself up the final rungs and onto the roof, Harold growled, yanked his dick out of my ass and began to mumble under his breath. AJ continued blabbering and I didn’t understand why Harold did not just tell him to go away and felt hurt as Harold quickly packed up his bag, threw on his overalls and went down the ladder, leaving me alone with AJ on the roof. I pulled the stained sheet over my body and watched as AJ came closer, stripping as he did, his long dick bouncing. “It’s about fucking time,” he said, “Everyone else has been up in that ass like they want but me, come on. Look at this fucking dick? I got a boner that won’t die. Give me that ass.” I rolled over to get further away and said, “NO!” making AJ stop, stare, then smile. “Oh you don’t mean that. I know all about what a sissy cunt you have been so far and it’s only been like what, a day, two days? SHIT! Come on now, if you don’t, I’ll tell Curtis.” Well I didn’t want AJ fucking me, but him telling Curtis would be worse, so I meekly nodded, and got back on the mattress. AJ was close to my age, cute, skinny, and a nice big dick like Curtis’ and he was right, he was hard. “Get doggy for me, I like that,” AJ said. I didn’t know what he meant, so once he explained, I got on my hands and knees, he fingered my ass a bit, which I did not like, then drove his dick into my hole as he kept talking. “So let me guess,” AJ said like he was carrying on a casual conversation and not fucking me, “Harold my man ended every sentence by saying you’re beautiful or some stupid shit? Dude ain’t right in the head. Don’t think you’re special. He says that to any white pussy within 10 feet. Harold only likes coffee and cream and white chicks love that shit.” I didn’t understand or respond, AJ sighed, “Fuck man, where the fuck you been, under a rock? Anyways, he likes interracial, black on white shit, you know? He won’t fuck with sistas – me I don’t give a fuck. – and let me tell you, I have seen him bang on some waddy skanky white pussy in the booths. Shit even I would not touch, and the whole time he is dicking them you can hear him calling them beautiful this and beautiful that, like God damn dude, just shut up and beat their pussy!” I realized then AJ was a “Chatty Kathy” and all the fucking talk was very distracting from the dick in my ass. Was he like this when he fucked other guys? I didn’t even know when he shot his load as one minute he is talking and fucking and the next he is done and getting dressed. “Come on now, Curtis is waiting.” I followed AJ to the roof hatch, tossed the sheet to the bottom, climbed down, picked it up and wrapped it around me and stepped out into Curtis’ office. AJ gave me a quick wink and quickly left, closing the office door hard behind him. Curtis leaned back in his chair, his eyes focused, smoke circling his head, and I watched unsure what to do as he picked up a glass pipe, set a flame to the little bowl, inhaled the smoke, and seemed to relax. While still holding the smoke in, Curtis motioned me over, pulled me close, stood up, covered my mouth with his and exhaled. I gulped, gasped, and coughed and he laughed. “Breathe in next time,” he snarled, and twice more Curtis set the flame to his pipe, and blew the smoke in my mouth, then he handed me the pipe and told me what to do. Several hits later I was feeling really strange, Curtis laughed and said, “I told you I expect you to be high, drunk, or doped out on your medicine. Now for two out of three.” He set the glass pipe down, pulled out his leather case, calmly filled a syringe, and I sat and obediently held out my arm. Curtis smiled as he injected me with my medicine and this time was different as it felt much more intense almost immediately and the room spun wildly. Without thinking I held out my right arm for his other syringe, which made Curtis hiss in a low voice edged with satisfaction, “Yesss, sissy cunt. Yesss.” Once Curtis had given me the second syringe, I swayed as I stood up, and bent over his dick, offering my ass as I fought to stay steady. “FUCK SISSY CUNT YOU LEARN QUICK, OR YOU JUST TRYING TO MAKE SURE I DON’T BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU FOR DISAPPEARING ALL NIGHT? YOU SENT ME HOME WITH BLUE BALLS BITCH, TIME TO GET THAT CUNT WORKED. NO NEED FOR LUBE I KNOW, I CAN SMELL MY MAN’S CUM ALREADY FLOWING OUT OF YOU – DAMN SISSY.” My eyes were closed, my face was on the cool top of the desk as Curtis slammed his big dick into my ass and the cum Harold and AJ had deposited up there squirted out and lubed the way for him. I could hear Curtis’ voice like a low grind in the background and knew he was fucking me, but at the same time could not feel it. Damn, I was fucked up and high. I then felt Curtis wrap something around my neck and felt him pull hard – it was a belt, “PUSH THAT SISSY CUNT OUT FOR THIS NUTT, PUSH IT OUT – THAT’S IT – THAT’S IT – OH SHIT – PUSH IT OUT – TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT SISSY, TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT – TAKE…..” All I could mumble was thank you, thank you, thank you, as Curtis gave me his morning load as the belt tightened around my neck, and spit ran down the sides of my mouth. The belt dropped, my hole felt cool, strong hands grabbed me and I was then as pushed face down onto the mattress in Harold’s room. “You like this sissy cunt,” Curtis was asking as he was on my back, grinding his still hard dick around in my cum filled ass, “I know you do, yes you do. Fuck you sloppy, and nothing better than rape fucking a sissy, hmm….yes…think I need to plan a gang rape for you, not those little fucker dicks in the theater, no, a true gang of brothas who will tear you up sissy, oh yes, tear you up.” I think I passed out or fell asleep then and don’t remember. I think Curtis gave me another shot while I was still laying there, it’s still unclear, but the next thing I remember is being scared awake by someone standing over me, naked, with nothing on but a fucking Ronald Reagan mask. “DAMN! You should see your face right now,” AJ laughed as he peeled the mask back and knelt down beside me, “Here, I know Curtis says you are not supposed to eat nothing, but I was over at Stuckey’s, had a regular text me and fed him some dick, anyways, here, finish up this bit of sandwich. I’ll look out for you man. Don’t worry.” I felt really foggy, but my hunger pains were sharp, so I eagerly ate the bit of sandwich AJ gave me. He then handed me one of the water bottles Curtis had left, then asked, “Can I taste your ass? Please man? I know Curtis fucked you in his office, Christ could hear you both in the hall, it’s been so long since I tasted his cum, come on man, please?” I shrugged, rolled over, and AJ started lapping and slurping on my dirty hole, then he rolled me over, lay on me, and starting kissing me, feeding me chunks of cum and ass juice from my breedings and moaning and grinding against me. “You a nasty freak huh?” AJ asked as he banged his now hard dick against me, “Come on, Curtis wants you in the booths but fuck, you got me worked up again. Shit, later then. Damn what’s wrong with you? Hello, you there?” I felt all spacey and just closed my eyes and sort of drifted off, but mumbled, “Where’s Harold?” I awoke to a hot prick in my arm and AJ was kneeling beside me grinning from ear to ear, “This shit will get you right up Curtis says, feel it yet, come on.” He was dressed now and as my head became clearer I tried to find something to put on, but AJ grabbed my wrist, dragged me through the bathroom, Curtis’ office, and out the hallway with the video booths. We stopped at the booth closest to Curtis’ office and Curtis was standing there, waiting. He nodded to AJ who let go of my wrist and stepped behind him, then Curtis leaned in, kissed me, and asked, “What’s your name?” My head was clear enough to sense the danger and I replied, “I’m a sissy cunt.” Curtis smiled and asked, “I will assume the answer to my question is NO, so I won’t even bother asking, but let me explain. My booths have holes in the walls between them, they are called glory holes. Why, who the fuck knows, does not matter. This booth here is when we have something special to offer, like a sissy cunt like you. You are going to go in there and stand with your ass against the hole, understand? Watch whatever movie you want, you don’t need tokens, this booth is special as the videos play all the time. There’s a few joints and other shit on the chair, and I will be watching you on the cameras - well a couple of them – that are in there. One shows the whole booth, the other is on the floor looking up to the hole to catch all the action.” I was not completely sure what Curtis was meaning, but just nodded and listened as he went on, “When a customer comes into the booth next to you, bend your ass over, press it hard against the wall, and let them fuck you until they are done. That’s it. You’re like a fucking stupid sheep, damn, understand? Good. You don’t talk, you don’t ask questions, you don’t look at them, you are just a fucking hole for any dick to use – a true sissy cunt. Get in there and AJ won’t shut the fuck up about wanting to fuck you, so I will let him go first and that’s the only lube you are going to get, so you better milk that dick of his good.” I walked into the video booth, looked around, could barely hear the volume of the movie playing and looked for the volume control as Curtis closed the door and then to my surprise slid a latch and padlock into place on the outside of the door locking me in. I suddenly realized how funky and nasty I smelled and all my senses seemed super heightened, but what could I do about it? I picked up a joint off the chair, lit it, hit it like they had taught me and waited. Suddenly someone was banging on the wall behind me that had the hole it. I turned, looked and AJ’s face was peaking at me through the hole. “Fuck, what you doing? Gimme that ass, you know I’m ready.” I set the joint in the ashtray, backed my ass up to the hole, felt the wood edges against my skin and waited. Soon AJ’s dick was pushing between my cheeks trying to find my hole, but it was like shooting in the dark. I bent forward a little, reached back, grabbed his dick, and guided him to my waiting ass. I think that joint was laced with something because I suddenly felt flush and horned as hell and as soon as AJ’s dick was near my hole I pushed back on it as hard as I could. We both gasped, him in surprise, me in ecstasy, as his dick curved in and arched up to stroke my gut walls. I ground my hips, pushed back further, begging him to fuck me deeper. AJ was literally banging his fists on the wall and telling me how good it felt. Fuck, once again I realized I wished he would just shut up and fuck and not talk so damn much. This time when he got close his voice got louder, “I’m getting ready to shoot – fuck yeah – ease off just a little so the camera gets the money shot – oh shit – tease my head – TEASE MY FUCKING HEAD – TEASE MY – FUCK – CUMMING – CUMMING – FUCK…. NO..NO.NOOO.NOOOOOO.” Just as he had started to shoot I had pulled all the way off so that all the camera got was his dick twitching in thin air, drops of nutt spraying out. I had to laugh as I knew he felt cheated, but then I turned back around and slammed back on his spurting dick, ensuring the rest of his load went as deep as possible and clenched my ass as tight as I could to milk every drop. After AJ’s dick softened and pulled out, I stepped away from the wall, relit the joint, and waited, occasionally fingering my hole to taste the last load and wondering who would be next. Most of the dicks that came through the glory hole were nothing all that impressive and I kept thinking about Harold, wondering where he was and if he was missing me like I was missing him. I had taken several loads when the door unlocked, Curtis stepped in, fingered my cummy ass, smiled, gave me another shot, wiped off the cum that had covered the camera lens on the floor, and left me to take care of the next raw dick. The mix of porn on the video screen, the shit I was smoking, raw dick up my ass breeding me, hunger, the shot – between it all I was fucked up as shit and loving it, and wanted nothing more than another dick to fuck me. One or two guys tried to talk to me through the hole, but AJ was in the hall monitoring the action and would bang on their door. I lost track of time and was getting bored when the next dick that pushed through the hole made me stop and stare. At first I thought it might be Harold because it was so big, but this one was cut, the skin lighter, totally shaved, and had a weird downward curve. I grabbed this dick, feeling it’s weight and warmth, and eagerly bent over knowing I would enjoy this one. It was difficult to get in my hole at first due to the curve, but once I held it in the middle and backed up on it, it POPPED right in and then after I let go and the curve bounced back, it made me cry out a bit as it really stretched my guts. I tried bending my knees a bit, angling to the side, nothing made it more comfortable, but the guy fucking me seemed to be enjoying himself as his moans and groans became louder and then he stopped, pulled all the way out, and I heard him whisper, “Hey, push your hole as close to the wall as you can. I want to slam you, can you take that? Brace yourself or something, I’m close.” I did as the guy asked, shoved my ass tight against the hole, then reached back, spread my cheeks apart, and pushed back more. I then reached out with my left hand and braced myself against the door jam and waited. The big, curved dick tried to push its way in, but it felt like it was almost doubled over, but with a little twist of my ass it SLAMMED through my ring and I would have jumped right off if I had not been braced against the door. The guy on the other side of the wall was almost yelling now, “STAY RIGHT LIKE THAT – FUCK – JUST LIKE THAT – LET ME CLIMB UP IN THOSE GUTZ – BUST THAT HOLE OPEN – LET ME BUST IT OPEN.” He now started pulling all the way out and slamming back in, popping my ass ring each time before his dick expanded inside me and then pulled back out. My head spun, my guts cramped, but I held on and stayed right where I was at. I was suddenly overwhelmed with humiliation, guilt, embarrassment, missing Harold, and more that I could not quite understand, but my body stayed frozen like that until streams of hot cum and more were running down my leg and the emptiness told me he had finished. The padlock turned, the door slowly opened, and Curtis stepped in with a big smile followed by a short, light skinned black guy who was older than Curtis, mini dreads on his head, freckles, and he too was smiling as he said, “I just had to meet the sissy cunt that could take me like that. Curtis here says you will be around here for a while, yes? Oh I’ll be back, and next time will bring my boys as we like nothing better than converting a nice youngin.” I was not sure what he meant, but smiled, he and Curtis left, I lit up the joint, and waited, trying to drown all my feelings in smoke. A while later, AJ let me out, led me back to my room, but I told him I really had to go, and so after a long stop at the bathroom, I finally got to lay back on the bed. Once AJ left and locked the door, I grabbed a pair of Harold’s dirty overalls from the pile, took a long sniff, and held them tight as I laid on the mattress and waited for him to come back. Harold didn’t return, and when I awoke, I smoked a little then decided to see what was in the fridge to drink as I wanted something more than water. I opened the fridge and there on the top shelf was a piece of paper with the word BEAUTIFUL on the front, taped to a small box. I took the paper, opened it, and it was note from Harold that said, “Hey beautiful. Sorry I can’t be there right now, but Curtis needs me to take care of some business and I will be away for a while. Be good, do what he says, and until I get back, please take care of these for me. – Your Man.” I opened the blue box the note was taped to and there were Harold’s big diamond stud earrings. I set them and the note back in the fridge and wondered what was going on and realized he probably got sent away because Curtis did not like us being together. Well, I would be a good sissy cunt so Harold could come back, no matter what. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 6: Truck Stop Window Shopping and Conversion Party **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

I have had 2 stalkers over the years. A woman who called me everyday and showed up everywhere I was. Changing the phone number did nothing. Then about 9 months later she just disappeared. The other was a guy I said no to in a bar. He would show up at my workplace when I would leave or on my street or around my car but always too far for me to confront him. Police did nothing. I managed to catch the guy late around 3:00 a.m. one morning and beat the hell out of him and that's how I got rid of him. My advice, Be violent. Stalkers can't handle when their prey start fighting back

I love bookstore sex Raw anon and nasty fun

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Well, I tried out Bunker last Tuesday night on a friend's recommendation. It was naked night. I arrived at about 8pm, it was easy to find, 7 mins walk from Republique. Pay at the door, they give you a locker key. I got changed and then went downstairs to see the cruise areas. The place was very clean, a few slings, cubicles with glory holes, prison bars, etc and a large and very dark darkroom. I had a lot of fun there. About 50 or 60 guys, all ages from 20 to about 50 although most were 30's and 40's. No obese guys. Apart from me, all were French, but everyone was very friendly. Most of the action takes place in the darkroom. Everyone was either fucking or sucking. I also had fun 1-2-1 in the cubicles. Never saw a single condom being used. The tops were moving from one hole to the next. I think I got fucked by 10 or 12 guys. Planning my next trip

I prefer anon places such as saunas and sexclubs. No time wasted chatting etc, just me and cocks...

Darkrooms. Then I don't know if they're ugly, and can imagine the guys are all hot. Plus I don't know who I fuck or get fucked by.

I’m a mid 20's athletic white guy with a huge black cock craving. After my first time with a black guy, I loved it. And now I love having it when ever I can. The hottest time was awhile back when I went to an adult bookstore where they have video booths with gloryholes set up. There are several of them in town, however this one is near the university and is frequented mostly by young black guys. I went in one afternoon looking to jack off maybe suck a hot black cock if there was anyone, but no expectations. I walked in and went to the arcade area. I walked around for a couple of minutes, not seeing anyone, or I should say anyone I was interested in. So I walked toward the back of the booth area and went into a booth. I slide a dollar bill in the video machine and watched some porn, hoping maybe when I my dollar ran out, someone would have came in the arcade by then. While flipping through the channels I heard the door in the next booth open and shut, and then video machine start up. I bent down and looked through the glory hole and saw a tall thin black guy standing there watching straight porn. He looked to be around 19 or 20 years old. He was watching the porno and rubbing his crotch through a pair of thin black mesh basketball shorts. I pushed my head closer to the hole to get a better view, and this guy was hot. I kept watching and hoping to get a better view, and then he looked down and saw me watching him. I figured he would leave however instead he gave me a show. He pushed his back to the wall, and rubbed his crotch even harder. I was watching his cock grow inside his shorts. It looked unbelievably huge. He reached one hand into his shorts and pulled his cock up, as he used his other hand to pull his shorts down. His cock was fully exposed now, and it was a huge beautiful milk chocolate cock. It was completely hard, and had to be a good 11 inches or more, and was medium thickness. I wanted so badly to suck on it, as it was one of the bigger dicks I had seen. I kept sticking my finger in and out of the hole, trying to get him to come closer and stick his cock in the hole. After a few minutes, he walked closer and stroked his big cock in front of the hole, and then slowly stuck the head in the hole, and then slide the whole cock through the hole until at least 10 inches of it was hanging into my booth. I grabbed it and started sucking on the head, and then wrapping my lips around it and sucking as much of the shaft as I could. I have sucked a lot of cocks, but I was loving the fact I was sucking a big black cock, it was so hot and sucking black cock is so different for me. I can't explain why, but it feels that way to me. After a few minutes, I felt his cock pull back from my mouth, and he pulled it back into his booth. I assumed he was done, but instead he leaned down to the hole and watched me stroke my cock for a bit. He then whispered that he wanted to fuck my ass if I was cool with it. I was like SHIT YEAH, lol. He asked me if I had any condoms or lube. I told him I didn't have any condoms, but I was cool with bare.. I wanted him to breed my hole. He told me he was cool without if I was. So I slide the lube through the hole to hom. He slid his cock back through the hole, this time with a layer of lube rubbed all over the head and shaft. I spit on my fingers and rubbed my hole, and then held his cock as I guided the head of his monster cock in my tight hole. After a few minutes of teasing my ass, I was able to push back against his cock, bring a good bit of it in me. At that point, I knew I was good, I put my hands against the other wall to brace my self and pressed my ass closer to the hole. He then started pushing his cock back and forth in a nice rhythm. It was so hot feeling this guy’s big black cock deep in my ass. He continued to fuck me through the gloryhole for about 5 more minutes or so and then I felt his cock jerk and before I could pull away from him, I felt him explode a huge fucking load of cum deep inside of me. He kept fucking me and shooting, it was an amazing feeling. When he finally stopped cumming and pulled back, a ton of his cum came flowing out of my ass and dripped down my legs. I was out of breath, and set down. I looked through the hole to ask him for his number so we could fuck again, but as I did he was pulling up his shorts and walked out of his booth. I sat back down and started to jack off, wanting to cum. I just kept thinking about that huge black cock fucking my hole so good and filling it with a ton of cum. My hole was pulsating as I sat there, and I knew I wanted more cock. So I stood up and tucked my cock back in my shorts, and walked out of the booth, now on a mission for more hard raw young black cock. At this time of the afternoon it is not that busy, so I figured I would be out of luck. As I turned the corner of the hallway I saw tall young black guy leaning against the wall. He looked to be maybe 25 or so, he was wearing a pair of tan kaki shorts, and a t-shirt. I walked by him to get a better look at him, and he was very fine looking. So I turned around and walked down the hall a little, and leaned against the wall. After a minute or two of standing there and looking at him, I walked back toward him and went into the booth in front of him. I shut the door, and put a dollar in the machine to start a video, hoping he would enter the booth next to me. After a few seconds, I heard the door open in the booth next to me. I peaked through the hole and saw it was him. He wasted no time unzipping his pants and letting out his soft fat black cock. He shoved it right through the hole, and I wasted no time sucking on it. Once hard he was a good 9 inches. I sucked it nice and good for a bit, and then pulled back. He pulled his cock back in his booth, and I whispered through the hole that I wanted him to fuck my white ass. Then for what ever reason, he just pushed his cock back in his pants, zipped up, and walked out of his booth. I was like.. fuck! So I sat back on the chair and flipped through the video for a min or two until my dollar ran out. I got up and walked out. As I walked around I saw him again, this time standing next to another fucking hot ass stud. They were talking and laughing about something. The guy next him was probably 22 or so, I would guess. He was wearing a black t-shirt, and a pair of grey basketball shorts, and leather sandals. He had a white wrist band around his forearm, and had on a white ball cap. He was sexy as fuck. I figured it was a lost cause, so I just walked past them heading to the end of the hall. As I got to the end and turned around, both of the guys were walking behind me. I was a little nervous now. The one that was in the booth next to me walked up next to me and asked me to go into the last booth with them, booth of them. It was a larger booth that would allow easily 3 people or more. I asked him why, and he told me that he and his friend wanted to fuck my ass nice and good. I was nervous, but I was like fuck yeah! So I followed them into the booth. The booth had a larger bench in the middle of it, instead of the normal chair as in the others. I shut the door behind me and saw the younger stud pull his shirt off exposing his hot chest and six pack. He was rubbing his cock through his shorts, and whispered for me to suck his cock. So I dropped down as he pulled his shorts down exposing his big fat milk chocolate cock. He was a good 9 or 10 inches as well. As I sucked on him, he grabbed the back of my head and started skull fucking me. It was so hot. The other guy pulled me back and stood me up. He told me to pull my pants down. He then bent me against the bench, and spit on his fingers and rubbed my asshole. As he did, he realized that my hole had just recently been used, and was still full of cum. He laughed and said fuck yeah, just what he liked a cum slut bottom. He grabbed his hard cock and slowly pushed it in my hole. As he did, I felt cum push its way out of my ass around his thick cock. He started fucking me nice and hard, using the last guy’s cum as lube. The other guy came around the bench and fed me his cock again. It felt so good having my mouth and ass filled with huge young black cock. I was in second heaven. After a little bit, the guy I was sucking was getting jealous of not getting any ass, so he walked around switched places with his buddy. He slide his cock in, not stopping in until it felt like it was at my belly button, lol. He pushed at least a good 9 inches in me. He fucking pounded my ass so fucking hard, and as he was he kept asking me if I liked having my ass as gang raped by a couple hung black cocks. I was moaning yes, with every thrust. For at least 20 minutes these two took turns fucking the hell out of my ass, and skull fucking my mouth. My hole was so used and abused, it was throbbing with pain, but felt so fucking good. Finally I felt the ones cock jerk, and heard him moan as he unloaded his cum deep in my ass. He continued pushing back and forth for a minute. Then he slide his cum covered cock out of my hole. The other guy was right behind him to push his cock back in my multi load hole. He took no time to cum, and as he did he grabbed my waist and pulled me against his cock as hard as he could, pushing almost all of him in me. I could feel the head of his cock expanding inside of me, and each gush of cum as it exploded in my hole. It was so deep inside of me, that without even touching my cock, I started coming all over myself. He pulled out, and now my hole was so expanded, that a ton of cum just flowed out of my hole like a fucking faucet. I couldn’t move, I stayed leaned against the bench, and both of them came around and shoved their cum covered cocks in my mouth and told me to clean them with my tongue. Which I did without hesitation. They finally started dressing, and told me that they wanted to fuck my ass again sometime, and maybe bring along some friends as well. So I gave them my cell number. Hopefully that day will come soon, and I will have another great story to tell. So that was one of my favorite times at the adult bookstore/video arcade. My white ass and three very hung young black bulls loading it up with cum. A very hot time.

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.

Was in Le depot... was hot... lot's or moroccan men it seems. mostly foreigners. weekends are better than weekdays. Also hear that Le bunker is good spot for BB.

love wearing sports gear to breed and be bred in. As a cum dump, I enjoy having on my cum covered jock along with some white athletic socks and hot sneaks. As a top - any gear is hot to breed a bottom in. But if he was wearing a jock with socks...I'll be all in his ass

I prefer leaving things on until someone forces me to take them off. This can result in them being covered in cum, or piss, or being torn off, all of which I find hot.

I so love fantasy rape - and forced sex. Love to really see my bottom boy struggle as I dick him deep right from the start. God that makes me so hard. But that's gotta be something he wants too (more or less - wink)

best place are : depot but a lot of young, turn a lot, bb possible in darkroom and cabin atlas a cinéma in pigalle very dirty but a lot of blacks and arabish guy who want some tansvestite but fuck bare a lot in the top dark toilets be carefull some pickpocket too le tilt sauna rue ste anne open the night a big smoking room with full of bb action my favourite place

Love the rape scenario! I want to sign up for it, either as the raper or raped, and have it happen randomly, unexpectedly. Set up a date range, ie two or three week period, ith a list of places you usually are, then randomly some guy cums up and grabs you, beats you down, brutally rapes you in public or in front of his friends or better with his friends, etc. Its the Sado side of me cumming out, what can I say.