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1. It started at a New Year's Eve party. It was the last day of 1995, heading into 1996. Outside, in the nation, a culture war was raging, and it felt like sometimes we were losing. Inside, all of us young gay men were terrified. AIDS was everywhere, and there was still no cure, no treatment, and most of all, no hope. We all had gotten the religion of safer sex, of relentlessly using condoms. We were all good boys, and used them every single time. Except, of course, when we didn't. When we were too drunk. Too high. Too enamored of our partner. In the run up to midnight, we were playing a drinking game. Our host was reading a list of activities. Every time he read one that we had done, we drank. Sometimes, we would nervously look around, seeing who else dared to drink, like when he read "had sex without a condom." Other times, there was a raucous cheer and we all drank, like when he said, "Got a blow job." At the end of the game, all of us were drunk to one degree or another. That was when Jeff came up to me. We were casual acquaintances. We would say hello in the bar, and see each other at parties. But we had never really talked. "I saw you drank when Shawn asked if you had sex without a condom," he said. "Yeah," I nodded. "And when he asked about sex with a poz guy." "Yeah," I said again. "Same guy?" he asked, an evil smile on his face. "No," I said. "Of course not." "Ahh, too bad." But, before I could say another word, someone lurched between us, and started to talk to Jeff. I'm not sure it mattered. The seed had planted in my mind, and it started to take root. To get fucked raw by a poz guy. To do something so utterly reckless and stupid. To utterly stop worrying about consequences of my actions. I didn't remember much about the rest of the evening, other than that ill-advised and imprudent idea. Like the deadly virus all around me, it festered and slowly grew. I had discovered the Internet, and had discovered there was a word for it. Barebacking. It seemed both completely wrong and scarily hot. I discovered there were groups of men who gathered to enjoy skin-on-skin contact and exchanging fluids. I discovered that some of them would welcome negative guys into their circle, infecting them in a dark and depraved orgy of raw fucking. Last, but not least, I discovered that my acquaintance Jeff was a member in one of these clubs. He encouraged me to learn more about the club and more about the virus. He introduced me to other members of the club, and I heard their stories. Most of all, Jeff gave me permission to fantasize about joining their private club. "It's ok," he would message me on AOL. "It's just a fantasy when you are jerking off. It's no more real than the frat brothers fucking in porn." Those were the nights I came the hardest. Thick ropes of cum would cover my chest and I was disappointed they did not burn with the virus. Online, I would exchange messages with the other guys in the club. They talked about how good it felt to fuck raw and how relieved they were that they weren't frightened anymore. They encouraged my fantasies as well and told me I should visit their club one night. It was Jeff who finally extended the formal invitation. They wanted to have a party in my honor. "Summer Solstice. Friday, June 21st. We'll all spend the weekend having fun," he said. "Just be ready for the ritual," he continued, a hint of mystery in his voice. He told me the address and said I should be there at 8PM sharp. On the appointed Friday, time seemed to stand still. I had been planning to leave work early, have a drink and relax before the party. But instead, I had a last minute fire to fight, and I barely had enough time to shower and get dressed before I had to rush out the door. The address led me through the old industrial part of town, to an anonymous warehouse. There were several cars out front, parked on what I hoped was an abandoned railway spur. I parked next to them. There was a single bare bulb over the door, providing just enough light to read the number on the door. 2718, it read, the same address that Jeff had given me. I knocked on the door, wondering what I was to do next. The door opened; it was darker inside than outside. "Yes?" a man asked from within. "I'm Tim," I said. "Jeff said to come here." "Right. You're the initiate." "Yeah," I said. "Come in." The door opened a bit further, but it was still dark. I stepped inside, and hoped that my eyes would soon adjust. Black curtains, hung from the high ceilings, marked off the entry area and there were two large candles burning on iron stands. Mixed with the smell of the candles were the hints of sex. I could smell the sweat, a bit of lube, and the promise of cum. In the background, there was a low prayer-like chant droning on. The door behind me closed, and I began to see more details. The man who had let me in was about my height, maybe 6'4", with a muscular, hairy chest. He was almost naked, wearing a pair of black combat boots, and a black leather mask that exposed only his mouth and two holes for his eyes. "Strip down," he said. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and removed my shorts. "All the way," he said, nodding at my underwear. His cock was hanging down, thick but still mostly limp. I took off my underwear, and stood in front of him, completely naked. He knew my name but I knew almost nothing about him. In addition, he had slightly more clothes than I did, plus the relative anonymity the mask afforded him made me feel even more vulnerable. "Follow me," he said, turning around, and walking slowly deeper into the warehouse. His ass was firm and muscular, and I wondered how it would feel to slide my raw cock into him. He parted the curtains; the next room seemed to have a bit more light. "Come," he said. I followed his lead, and walked through the curtains. The room was much bigger, but the light was just an illusion; there was a candle right where we entered. It took me a moment to take everything in. Painted in white in the middle of the room was a white circle, a pentagram inscribed inside it. At each of the five points, there was a heavy steel column with a candle flickering. Around the perimeter of the circle were men, all with various black leather masks on. Some masks covered only their eyes, while others covered most of their faces. At the head of the pentagram, one man stood alone, a pair of black boots and a leather executioner's hood. In front of him, right at the center of the pentagram, was a wooden fuck bench with thick leather straps hanging off. Even with the heavy hood on, I could tell he was watching my every move. Like a wolf tracking his prey. He shifted his weight and a heavy steel axe glinted in the candlelight. I shivered. It was not clear if this was an initiation or something much more dangerous. "My Father," the man who had led me in said, "I bring the Initiate." He left me at the base of the pentagram, the fuck bench the only thing between me and the man in the executioner's hood. I could barely keep my eyes off of the man in front of me. His uncut cock was sticking up, erect and hard. Even hard, the foreskin covered the head, making him seem even more like a wild animal, barely tamed. "Welcome to the temple of the Dark Lord," he said. I was still looking around, trying to take in the entire scene. It was a scene from one of the darkest stories I had read. A Church to Sex, dedicated to a malevolent and dirty God, charged with the task of spreading their disease. My cock began to twitch at the thought. "Thank-you," I said. "You may call me Sir," he said. In the flickering candles, I could only just see his mouth move. His eyes were dark, unfeeling pits of blackness. "Thank you Sir." "You are the Initiate, correct?" "Yes Sir, I am." "You know why you are here, right, Initiate?" "I do, Sir." "You are ready to give your body to the Dark Lord? To let him rule you?" "I am, Sir." I knew what was going to happen. These men were all going to fuck me. They were going to fuck me raw, and shoot their seed in me. From the looks of the men arrayed around the room, at least a few of them were full-blown. The rest, no doubt, had the Dark Lord's virus pumping through their veins. It would require divine intervention from a much better God for me not to get infected this evening. "Are you ready to die for him?" The Dark Lord's virus was both fatal and incurable. I would be pumped full of it by the horny men surrounding me. I would be infected, which meant I would die. "I am. Sir." "Good. I will be your executioner tonight. Do you accept my authority?" "I do, Sir." "Do you give me your body to do as the Dark Lord wishes?" "I do Sir. To the death." "And you will die from tonight's ordeal," he said. His cock twitched and a bead of pre-cum appeared on his slit. The twisted fuck was enjoying this. I had to admit I was as well. Hot men surrounded me, each of them ready to fuck me raw and pump me full of their jizz. By the end of the weekend, I would be dripping with sperm. "Death in the service of the Dark Lord is an honor, sir." "Good. For the rest of the ritual, you will not have a name. You will be known only as the Sacrifice." He made it sound evil and dirty. My cock was nearly erect. This was worse than any dark jerk off fantasy I had ever had and better than more favorite porn. He turned to a man standing to his right, shifting the axe to his other hand. "Acolyte?" my executioner said. "Yes, Sir?" the new man asked. I hadn't recognized any of the men; with their heads hidden under the masks and hoods, it was impossible to see any of the critical details. But, once I had heard his voice, I knew who it was. It was Jeff. "Has the method of execution been selected?" "It has Father." "And what is the decision of the Black Cabal in how to dispose of Sacrifice?" "Anally injected death sentence. AIDS." Jeff stared at me, smiling. "It shall be carried out every week until the sacrifice is infected." "AIDS it was, AIDS it is and AIDS it will be." my executioner confirmed. "The Dark Lord rejoices in his virus. Did the sacrifice hear his sentence?" he asked me. "I did," I said. I still couldn't keep my eyes off of his cock. It was seemingly even more erect than earlier and still, the head was covered by foreskin. "I did. And, my Executioner, I accept the decision of the Dark Lord's darkest minions." "The Sacrifice will assume the position on the altar." He motioned for me to get on the fuck bench. I climbed on to the wooden bench. It was solid, barely even moving as I rested my weight against the cool leather pads. I adjusted myself, feeling my cock throb underneath me. As the thick straps brushed against my legs and arms, I felt the first pangs of fear. Until now, it had been just play. It wasn't real. From the left and the right, two men stepped forward from the ranks, and adjusted the straps. First, they did my thighs, then my arms. I tested them, but the leather straps were tight and strong. I was totally naked, strapped into place, unable to move, and totally powerless to defend myself from perverted desires of the men surrounding me. The ritual may have been a bit dramatic and over-wrought, but there was a core of truth to it. I had agreed to be infected with a deadly disease, and, eventually, when I was on my deathbed, I would be able to trace it back to this night. As the reality of what I had started hit me, the room seemed to swallow me up. I could feel every stray draft across my skin. I could hear every slight shift in weight from the men around me. And most of all, I could smell them. Their masculine sweat was the dominant smell, but there was the hint of metallic tang from the pre-cum starting to drip from their erections. I wanted to slow it all down and think it through again. I had jerked off to every imaginable permutation and combination of getting infected, except for the actual reality itself. Now, faced with the harrowing reality of getting infected, I was having second thoughts. Once more, I pulled against the straps, but there was no more play than the first time. I was tied down and there was no chance of mercy from these men. Oblivious to my mounting fears and growing doubts, the man I now thought of as my executioner turned to his left side. Another man stood there, again, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and a black mask around his eyes. "My acolyte, has the cabal granted any relief for the ordeal?" "They have my Father. The sacrifice is allowed an emollient to begin. And with your blessing, he may enjoy the Dark Lord's glass cock." "The sacrifice is lucky," the executioner said. "Do you have the emollient?" "I do, my Father." "Then prepare the Sacrifice," he said. The man stepped forward from where he stood by the executioner, leaned down and extracted a thick tube from his boots. He walked towards me, and I could see it was a syringe, just lacking a needle. It was filled with an opaque white fluid. "We anoint the sacrifice with the semen of the Dark Lord." The man took up a position behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth from his body against my skin. "This will hurt," he grunted. Before I could even fully process what he had said, he stuck his gloved hand into my crack, spreading my cheeks apart and exposing my hole. He pushed the syringe into my anus, forcing it deep within me. The sharp plastic edges hurt as it penetrated, but it was only for a moment. He pressed down, and there was a cool sensation in my gut. "Should be good," he grunted again, and pulled it out. He rubbed my hole for a few seconds, getting it to close up. "It will take a few minutes for the Dark Lord's semen to take effect," the executioner said. The gloved man stepped back from behind me and resumed his position next to the executioner. "Congregation, are you ready to begin?" the executioner asked. "We are," the men surrounding me answered. He turned back to Jeff. "Acolyte, are you ready?" "I am, my father," Jeff answered. He grabbed his erection and shook it. "Take the position," he told Jeff. Jeff stepped away from his place by the executioner, and walked behind me. He rubbed his cock against my crack. Between a bit of the semen from the syringe and the pre-cum on his cock, there was just enough lube for his shaft to slide back and forth. Like a torpedo to its target, his cock quickly found my hole. He paused and cleared his throat. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for allowing me to start the sacrifice in your honor." Jeff called out in a clear, loud voice, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Hail Lucifer," the men replied. The response came from every side of the pentagram, enveloping me in the raucous joy of the men ready for the chance to breed me. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for your minions who have infected me." "Hail Lucifer," the response rose again from the men. Thank you Dark Lord, for the drugs that make me not care." "Hail Lucifer," came from the assembled men again. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the opportunity to further your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the pleasure of converting the sacrifice to your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Acolyte, you may begin the insemination," the Executioner said. "Thank you Sir," Jeff said. His cock was still resting against my hole, hard and dripping precum. "It will be my pleasure." His cockhead was primed and ready, but not yet in me. He pressed, and suddenly, the tip of his dick was inside me. It hurt, but only just a bit. He pressed again and his entire shaft was inside me. It hurt but at the same time, in that second of pain, I suddenly knew more about Jeff than months of casual conversation. I understood his anger at the boyfriend who had betrayed him and infected him. I knew about his shame and fear of being treated as a diseased pariah. I grasped his contentment of finding a community that accepted him. Most of all, I felt his ecstatic pleasure at being inside me. His cock was a hard, raw shaft buried inside of my body. He was dripping his infected pre-cum into me. The pain I felt from his hard cock penetrating my body was nothing. I could not deny Jeff his pleasure, his feeling of raw power over me just for the pain and discomfort he was putting me through. My agony was the very tiniest of offerings I could give to the Dark Lord. Jeff paused a moment with his balls pressed hard against my ass. His cock throbbed, and a bit of pre-cum leaked out. He grabbed my waist. It was more to give him some leverage; I was still secured to the fuck bench. No matter how hard Jeff pounded my ass, I would not be moving. I tensed, ready for his next move. "Oh fuck," he grunted in pleasure. "So tight," he murmured, just loudly enough for me to hear. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, so that just his head was still inside my hole. It was no longer the full length and width of his erection inside of me, but I still wasn't able to relax. "Be still," he murmured. "Open up for me. Open up and let the Dark Lord take over your body." Jeff paused for a moment, and then spoke again, louder this time. "May he?" he asked to the executioner. I looked up at the naked man. He was still this perfect specimen of masculinity, his body nearly all muscle, his chest covered with a light dusting of light brown hair flecked with grey. He nodded ever so slightly. I wondered if I had even seen it or if it was just my eyes playing tricks on me in the flickering candlelight. But, a young man walked out from among the gathered men, directly to me. He was different from the other men. For one, he was younger, maybe only barely twenty years old. It was easy to tell because he was not wearing a mask and his cock was imprisoned in a steel chastity cage. He was wearing sneakers as well; the overall impression was of a young man, still not sure of himself. In his hand, he had a familiar small brown bottle. "You'll want this," he said. He opened the bottle and held it under my nose. "Lucky," he murmured as I sniffed from the poppers. I inhaled deeply, letting the chemical fill my lungs. I held it long enough for the familiar warm waves of happiness to start to wash over my body. My entire body relaxed. Jeff could feel the change, and pressed his shaft back into me. "Let me in," Jeff said, pushing another inch of his hard shaft into my raw hole. This time, it did not hurt as much. There was still the warm, burning sensation in my hole, but the sharp pains had disappeared. Jeff's cock now felt like it belonged inside of me. As the poppers flooded my brain, I wanted more than just a few inches of Jeff's shaft in me. I wanted all of him. I wanted every man in the room to fuck me and fill me with his seed. I had never felt a hunger like this before. I tried to push back against Jeff's cock, but the leather straps held me in place. They were now a cruel joke. I had always known they were there to hold me in place and to keep me from running away from the assembled men. But, instead, they were keeping me from running towards my desires and dreams. "Calm down," Jeff said. "You'll get far more than you'll need." His cock slid the rest of the way into me and his balls slapped against my ass. Even as big as his cock was, it was still not enough for me. I looked around, craving each man's load. "The spirit of the Dark Lord is here," Jeff announced to the gathered men. There was a murmur of approval from the men. "The sacrifice can feel his hunger." I couldn't explain it, but Jeff was right. The hunger was consuming me, and the only way it could be satiated was from these men fucking me. Jeff pulled out, and slammed back into me. If it were not for the Dark Lord's influence, it would have been an excruciating experience. But instead, it felt completely natural and appropriate. As Jeff started to fuck me harder, the assembled men started to respond to the fucking. "Breed him," they said, there words punctuated by another forceful thrust from Jeff. "Convert him," they continued. Jeff's pace was picking up, and I wondered how far he was from cumming. In any other situation, I would have been terrified by what was happening. An HIV-positive man was fucking me raw, and was on the verge of cumming in me. "Infect him," the crowd called out. The poppers were strong; even a few minutes later, I was still flying and was craving more poppers, more cock, and most of all, a load in my raw hole. "Fuck him," the crowd called out. Suddenly, the executioner dropped his axe. The heavy iron head hit the ground with a loud thud; I could feel the vibration travel up the fuck bench and hit me in the chest. The crowd grew silent. The only sounds were Jeff's short, sharp breaths announcing just how close to orgasm he was. "It is time," the executioner said. "Kill him." The command pushed Jeff over the edge. "Take my load," he grunted as his cock slammed into my hole. The first warm jet of spooge of his orgasm simultaneously landed deep inside of me. "Take my dirty cum," he moaned, as another jet shot from his cock into my unprotected hole. As his cum filled my hole, I knew there was truly no going back. I had crossed the Rubicon. The die had been cast. I had taken infected cum. I'm sure I had done it before, in a moment of weakness, when I let a random stranger from the bar fuck me. But this time, it was different. I had known exactly who Jeff was. I had known exactly how dangerous it would be to have sex with him. And far from being scared, all I could think about was the next man who would cum in me. His cock would be thick and hard, dripping infected pre-cum, and I would beg for it. I looked up to see the executioner. He was still standing in front of me and his cock was just as hard as ever. Precum was dripping from the head and down his foreskin. "The execution has begun," he said. "Bring out the spice. Satiate your hungers with our willing sacrifice. And let our Dark Lord feed off your perverted and depraved pleasures." "Hail Lucifer," the assembled crowd of men replied, as they moved forward, into the pentagram that I was the center of. "Hail the Dark Lord."

***This is fiction*** (or a plan for a brutal future if needed) We all have plans and dreams for the future. A future bright with the possibility of success. However, what if that future or any other future for that matter were to disappear? What if those possibilities were replaced with certain death? Not a peaceful or glorious death, but an ignoble wasted death preceded by life as a lab-rat for the doctors? I am now in this situation. The prognosis from 3 different oncologist is the same; 5-8 months tops. A full year if they combine full-head radiotherapy, massive chemotherapy, and attempt to surgically remove the majority of the mass from my brain. The surgery alone has a high motality rate and will likely leave me in a vegetative state. I say FUCK THAT! I have lived well and I intend to die well. I intend to go out doing things I always wanted to do but was too invested in life to pursue. My extended family will be fine, my accounts and Trust is in order. Everyone else can go hang... Here is what I want for myself: I want to disassemble myself before the inoperable (glioblastoma multiforma) cancer does it for me. I want to descend into the dark, dungeons of a large city, and never reappear. I want to only see sunlight through windows too small to climb through or too high to reach. -not that I would. I want to become a Legendary, Twisted, SlamPig-bottom that will be remembered for the extremes I went to. I want to engage in activities that while fun, pleasurable, painful, tortuous and degrading, willl ultimately lead to my death... if death were not already assured. I want to become a permanent fixture in the dungeons of the most demented, perverted, and violent of Tops. I want to submit utterly and permanently To lose my name and identity To lose my self To lose all sense of time and not care because it truly won't matter. There is no time in the dark To be just a curiosity in the corner, a breathing piece of fuck-furniture to be passed around and used continually until useless. To be maintained, cleaned, and fed/watered enough to ensure my body temperature stays warm enough to fuck. To be so brutally fucked, fisted, stretched and modified, that I cannot remember a time that a cock was not inside me. To feel that 'emptiness" is an unnatural state. To gratefully accept all acts against me because it no longer matters. To be worn away thinner and thinner, until ultimately no longer wanted in the dungeon. They have standards after all. To finally be wrapped in a blanket or tarp, told "thank you", patted on the head, driven to a city in another state, and left somewhere to be found and made some hospice's problem for miniscule time that remains. I doubt I would even warm the sheets. I choose this because it is a choice I can still make. And because it will be fucking fun. And because how I live and how I die is ultimately my decision (if only my last one). All I ask for is Everything. Everything I have read about in the most perverse of blogs and stories, everything I have watched in the most illicit of videos, everything I was promised by various twisted people who asked me to come away with them in their van when I was a teen. EVERYTHING. There are acts and activities that have never been performed because there wasn't a pig depraved or uncaring enough to undergo them. With a little time, care, and destruction, I can be that pig. Wamest Regards, ~B.M~

Went out last night for drinks with a buddy and one of his exes. He has a long list. My buddy gets drunk, starts hassling me because he knows I fuck around raw. I tune him out and pretty soon the ex is arguing with him about something else and they have a blow up. My buddy takes off and I left with the ex. Well, he made it pretty clear that he was turned on--maybe partly because my buddy talked about how I am hung. So this guy is cute and muscular but he's my age and that's usually not my type. But the idea of paying back my friend by loading his exes's ass was too good to pass up. So we go back to the exes's place and damn he had a really manly ass. Not just muscular but hairy. Great fuck and he was really asking me to cum in him over and over. I shot a big load in him and we were both really happy about it.

Tonight I was in the restroom at a fast food restaurant taking a piss. There was only one toilet there. Somebody opened the door while I was inside and saw me from behind. I heard this gruff redneck sounding voice say "Hurry up, boy. I gotta piss real bad." I pulled my jeans down so he could see I was wearing pink g-string panties. I said "You can just use my hole." Then I was kinda nervous because some guys have kicked my ass when I did that. Especially when he said "What a fuckin' faggot." But he walked up and grabbed my ass pulling my panties to the side and I could feel he was hard rubbing against me. He unzipped and I could feel a big dick pressing into me and he just slid right into my loose cunt. I felt his balls smack my ass as he shoved all the way inside and felt his load of piss filling me up like a race horse. He didn't say a word as his hot piss flooded my cunt and I felt like a balloon that was going to pop. Then I felt the piss stop coming and he grabbed me by the hips and started thrusting into my piss filled cunt. I started to moan but he grabbed my chin with one big hair hand and stuck 2 fingers in my mouth. All I could hear was the smack-smack-smack of him thrusting into me and then he shot spurt after spurt of cum into my cunt that was already full of his piss. He pulled out and I fell down feeling the cum and piss start leaking out onto the floor, and I had to grab a butt plug I always carry to keep the cum and piss inside me. When I stood up I noticed he had just walked out and I never even saw his face. I went home and pulled the plug out and pushed out all his cum and piss into a glass and drank it.

I met Troy at one of the local bars. He was a hot kid of around 25, only a few years older than me. He was medium height, very slender, but still muscular. In fact, we were about the same height and build. We struck up a conversation and he suggested we go to his place. Although I was hoping for some sex between us, I learned at his place that he was a bottom as was I. We could exchange blow jobs but what I really wanted was to be fucked. We got naked and started making out, but I passed out. I learned later that Troy slipped a heavy dose of G in my drink. When I came to, I was face up and spread-eagle tied to a bed. Standing over me was a sexy biker-type about 40 years of age and built like a brick shit house. “This is a hot boy you recruited for us Troy. Good going. “ Then, to me, he said “How’d you like to join our fuck club? We need another bottom boy. Troy’s the only regular we got right now and we’re wearing out his hole. You like to be fucked boy?” Not answering, I said “Why am I tied down?” The biker said “If you join our club, this is a taste of what you’ll get. You’ll be our bondage fuck toy. We’ll own your hole and you’ll submit to whatever we want to do with it. Does that appeal to you?” While I always fantasized about the bondage and leather scene I was afraid to pursue it. I liked what the biker said but I yielded to my cautious nature and said, “I don’t think so.” At that point, the biker lit a cigarette and brought his face close to mine. “I think I can convince you.” He started stroking my cock. I looked down and discovered that my pubic hair had been shaved, just as Troy’s. The biker kissed me deeply and I had a raging hard-on in short order. The biker said, “You say ‘no’ but your cock says ‘yes.’ If I milk you to orgasm that seals the deal and you’re our new bottom. If you don’t cum, you can go home.” The biker continued to stroke my cock and kiss me. I tried not to cum, but the scene turned me on like never before. I ejaculated a huge load. “Good boy,” the biker said. The biker then placed a collar around my neck. The biker and Troy took me to the clubhouse. I went willingly though apprehensively. The clubhouse was located in the warehouse district in the basement of what looked like an abandoned building. Once inside I surveyed the scene. The room was a dungeon, replete with sling, fuck tables, and bondage equipment. There were about 10 guys in the room, all biker or ex-con types. All were rough looking but sexy as hell. The biker said “Now comes the initiation. We’ll teach you how to be a good bottom slut. From now on, you’ll do as you’re told.” I was introduced to Tina for the first time in my life and was I ever ready to be royally fucked. The biker whispered to me “Are you negative boy?” I replied in the affirmative. He said “Not after tonight. We’re all positive and by tomorrow you will be too. “ I was so high from the Tina that I didn’t care. The biker said, “I’m going to bareback your ass first. Nothing turns me on more than a conversion scene.” He took me to a private room off the dungeon and I had the fuck of my life. The biker alternated between tenderness and rough play. At times he would kiss me while gently fucking then he’d turn me on my hands and knees, spank my ass hard, and rough fuck me. He liked to smoke and blow his smoke in my mouth while we kissed, saying “You’re going to get my cum, my spit, my piss, and the smoke from my lungs. I’m going to thoroughly mark you boy.” And he did all of that. After what must have been 90 minutes he came and I could tell it was a massive load. He brought his face close to mine and whispered “You’ve just been pozzed. I’m your AIDS daddy. I’m in your blood forever now boy. “ He then milked me for the second time that night, saying “You’ll cum on command.” Which I did. After that, he turned me over to the other tops and I was fucked for the rest of night, mostly strapped in the sling. Troy’s ass was well used that night too. At times, I was replenished with Tina. The next morning, with the tops sleeping, I snuggled up to Troy who was resting on a mattress in the corner. He said “Welcome to the club.” We made out for awhile and then I moved to felch his ass, which was ample with cum. He then proceeded to felch my ass. We then kissed with our cummy mouths for a long time. He pointed out a biohazard tattoo on his ass cheek and said “You’ll get one too this morning. One of the tops is a tattooist.” Troy was right. My ass cheek was tattooed that morning. Other tattoos and piercings came later. The biker really meant it when he said the club owned my ass. From that point onward, I needed to be available whenever I wasn’t at work. My ass was pimped out a few times a week to help pay the rent on the clubhouse. I was thoroughly indoctrinated into the BDSM scene. My life was never the same.

Had an awesome afternoon -- met my hubby and our favorite boy for lunch near the office today -- ate outside on a patio as it was warm, breezy and mostly sunny. By the end of lunch we were all boned up as we hadn't fucked together in almost a week. So, we ended up extending lunch a bit by renting a nearby hotel room and spending the next 75 minutes fucking the cum out of each other (literally). Hubby and I took turns tag-teaming our boy, then we sat back against the headboard of the bed and he took turns riding us, while we all 3 made out (3-way kissing is HOT) -- hubby bred boy first, then I got sloppy seconds (my fav!). By that time hubby was hard again and plowed my hole until I came, while I sucked our boy to orgasm #2. It was awesome, unexpected, no poppers, no lube -- just 3 hot, horny men, spit and cum! We have the room through the night, so maybe there will be more to tell by tomorrow....?

Thanks for all the input guys, I probably won't be hooking up with them. Even if it's kind of a hot fantasy, it would probably be too awkward with them anyways. I don''t really hang out with the son anymore but even still.

Fantasy club Sean walked into the warehouse nervous and excited. At the door he showed his ID proving he was atleast 18. "Happy birthday", the doorman said when he saw that Sean was exactly 18. Sean thanked the man and entered. He went up the elevator and got out on the third floor. He approached the man sitting at the desk and handed his invitation to him. The man asked if he understood the rules and Sean said he thought so and the man asked what they were. Sean told him that no one touches anyone without permission and that if he wanted to do anything he could list his fantasy and if someone was interested the staff would tell him. Or if he liked someone else's fantasy he could do that. The man told him to enjoy himself and then he let him in the door. Once inside a staffer asked if he wanted to view fantasy requests or create one or go to the lounge and Sean said he wanted to review the fantasy requests. He was brought to a small room and shown how to use the computer and he started reading what other people were looking for. Several items he read he couldn't understand but he knew he had a lot to learn. He wasn't ready to do much but didn't want to blow his chance to have fun. He wanted to "do" everything but he thought he would prefer being a bottom than a top but didn't want just anyone taking his virginity. This place attracted him because it wasn't just a sex club and he didn't have to go all the way. Remembering health class he was concerned about safe sex and drugs. He read that an older man wanted a younger guy to pretend he was sleeping and that he wanted to jerk the boy off but the boy had to pretend he was sleeping the whole time. The man was described as a Daddy in his late 40s, six feet tall, 210 pounds of mostly muscle but also a beer belly, eight inch uncut cock and he wanted a boy under 25, smooth completely, more jock than twink and virgin preferred. Sean was smooth except for crotch and thought he fit well and he dreamed about a Daddy molesting him. The fantasy included touching him and licking him but nothing else. Sean thought he'd try that and pushed the button that indicated he would fulfill the fantasy. Within ten seconds a staff member knocked on his door and led him to another room. The room was decorated like a kid's room and looked a lot like his younger brother Timmy's room. The staffed told him to undress and put his clothes in the dresser drawer and to put on the clothes on the bed. He also gave him a pill and a glass of water and told him it would make him fall asleep but that it wore off quickly. Sean smiled and thought this place really makes it seem real. The staffer watched as Sean undressed and knew that Stan who's fantasy it was would love this boy. Sean started to feel sleepy before he finished and the staff member had to help him get undressed. He laid down on the bed and let the man lift his legs and removed his briefs. He stepped back and admired the naked boy, who looked no more than 14 years old except for his hairy crotch. The staffer asked Sean if he could shave him and he giggled and said sure. A few minutes later Sean looked even younger and was nearly passed out. After the staffer got the superman briefs and pj's on him and put a teddy bear in his arms he left to get Stan. Stan looked at the sleeping boy and told the staffer everything looked perfect and the staffer reminded him that he could touch and lick the boy and make him cum but nothing else and to have fun and the staffer left. Stan knew the boy would stay asleep for about an hour and wished he had longer time. What he saw sleeping in front of him was his nephew Sean. Stan wanted the boy bad but he was worried that soon Sean would wake up and might freak out and ruin his chances forever. Seeing Sean look so innocent made Stan's cock drip and he knew what to do.

names James. I'm 31, 6' 1", dark hair, hairy, and have a fit body. I've been poz for about five years now. From time to time I would go visit my parents, and every time I was visiting them, it happened Derek, my younger brother's cute friend also was also visiting. Each time I also found we were eyeing each other. The time I first met him he was only 15, but now he is 18, about 5' 8", dirty blonde hair with a nice bubble ass. On a few occasions, when my brother and Derek were swimming, I went into Derek's bag and sniffed his undies. There's nothing like smelling a young man's underwear: always scented with precum, and sometimes I jerked and blew my cum in them - just for good measure. One night my parents were out of town and asked that I keep an eye on the house while my brother and Derek were swimming. At some point my brother went inside, leaving Derek and me alone. Derek climbed out of the pool and, as the water dripping from his treasure trail, asked "Hey James, can I get a smoke?" I immediately popped hard on. "Sure, Derek, but can you…" "Can I what?" "Ummm, it's nothing." "Just tell me," he replied. "Well, I just wanted you to turn around. You have a nice ass." "I'll even lower my shorts a bit, just for you." And let me tell you. From that point on I was determined to fuck his ass! I didn't care. I had to poz him. So the very next day I gave my friend Mark a call, and asked for his assistance in getting into Derek's ass. Mark readily agreed, and so the next day Mark and his sister to stop over. Now, Mark is about 30, and his sister is 19. I picked-up some booze and the five of us started to drink, and I made sure Derek got more shots than any of the rest of us. As Mark and I expected, Mark's sister got bored and wanted to go out clubbing, and I graciously gave them cab fair. As they were started to get ready to leave my brother quietly said Derek was going to stay home as he had had a bit to much to drink. Yes, all was going to plan. My brother and Derek's sister left, leaving me and Mark alone with Derek. "Sorry if I ruined your night, guys," Derek slurred slightly. "No problem at all," I replied, adding "Mark and I are gonna take a swim. Why don't you join us in the back?" "Sure, just give me another smoke," answered Derek. Oh, I'll give you something, I said to myself as I handed him a cigarette. With that the three of us wandered out to the pool, and Mark asked "Hey James, do you have any spare suits?" "Nah," I replied, suggesting "since it's just us, we can just wear our underwear." Mark and I immediately stripped-down, and James followed our example, albeit somewhat clumsily. He had definitely had enough to drink, still, he was the first to jump in, and I was next, although, since he was slightly drunk, he didn't move-out of the way, with the result I surfaced underneath him, and we ended-up wrestling our way back to the wide staircase. Derek tried to jump on my back to knock me back into the water, and as I staggered under his weight, I couldn't help but inwardly smile as I felt his hard cock pressing against my back. "Yo, Derek, what's that you got there, buddy?" I asked. "Sorry, dude, sorry, but you're hot, man," he replied. Joining in, Mark suggested "Hey Derek, if you think James is so how, why don't you show him how much you like his body?" With only the consideration of a second, Derek looked me up and down, grabbed my cock, and placed my hands on his ass as he began giving me an impassioned, if somewhat drunken, kiss. Knowing Derek was where we wanted him, Mark came over and the two of us helped Derek out of the pool, and into the bedroom, where Mark and I got ready to breed him. Somewhat to my surprise Derek said "Fuck, you're so hot! I can't believe this. I've never been with a guy." I murmured in reply, "Well, to be honest, I've wanted to play with you since I first saw you, so you're in luck: you'll get to play with not only me, but my buddy Mark." "I want your cocks inside me," Derek replied, but Mark suggested, "Well, maybe you should start by sucking us off for a while, and then we'll see who gets to tag your ass." And damn, for a first timer he gave a surprisingly good blow job, and while Derek worked on me, Mark began rimming him, getting him ready for my poz cock. Derek, fully aroused by the attention to his ass, was thoroughly excited, and I was happy when he abruptly stood-up, turned-around, and commanded "Fuck me, now." I graciously prepared to comply, and lubed his ass and myself with some Elbow Grease I had strategically placed in the night table drawer, but just as my head was knocking at his hole, Derek asked "Wait, do you have condoms?" Again I was prepared "Sure do," as I pulled one out of the same night table drawer. Derek slid the condom onto my cock, turned around, and presented his ass. Ever helpful Mark distracted him with some poppers, and I began to breach Derek's ass. "Good boy," I coo'd, "why not go down on Mark?" As he did so, I slowly worked my way into Derek's ass, although I admit I ran out of patience towards the end, and just rammed myself home. Naturally Derek yelped in surprise and pain, but I didn't pause: I fucked him vigorously, determined to leave my load in his hole. Fortunately Derek was a natural bottom, and within a minute or two had opened-up to the point he could exclaim "Oh, fuck, that feels amazing! Fuck me, James!" I urged him on, answering "You got it, buddy, take it. Take my cock!" "Fuck, I want you to fuck me every time you visit," he replied. I snickered thinking he was asking for more than he realized, but didn't let on, replying "Get on your back, Derek. I wanna see your eyes as I fuck you!" Now on his back, he replied "Oh, man, it hurts so good." And knowing I needed to shed the condom before I blew my load, I suggested "Hey Mark, why don't you crouch over Derek's face and let him rim your hole?" Mark and Derek thought this was a good idea, and as they positioned themselves, I kept pounding away, but each time I withdrew I surreptitiously slid the condom a bit off my cock, so by the time Derek's tongue slid into Mark's hole, I was barebacking Derek. Yup. My entire eight inch poz cock was now barebacking Derek, and I was very close to seeding him, so I asked "Fuck, Derek, where do you want me to cum?" "Blow your load in my ass, man, in my ass," Derek replied, only to resume rimming Mark. "Fuck, yeah, man, here it is!" I replied, as I pounded ever harder. My load was now about to blow, so I let both Derek and Mark know as much when I pushed my way in, balls-deep, and announced "Here, take it! Take my cum!" As I blew my load inside Derek's ass, he came at virtually the same moment. Not to be out done, Mark gave himself a couple of jerks and blew his load all over Derek's chest, and even Derek's face. So Derek was the model of a slut: cum covering his face as my cum, my poz cum, soaked into his ass. When we had caught our breath I gasped "Hey, buddy, you better get to bed before my brother gets home," but tired by the booze and the fuck, Derek passed-out, so Mark and I carried him into the spare bed and made him comfortable for the night.

My parents divorced when I was seven, and outside of cards on my birthday and the holidays, I didn’t hear from Dad. My mother only said that the divorce happened because Dad found someone else but she never went into more details, leaving me to think Dad left us for another woman. When my mother passed away when I was 20, my Father came to the funeral and re-introduced himself to me. Having not seen him in 13 years, it was scary to see how much we both looked like each other. While he was late 40’s and showing signs of graying, we were both 6’ 4’’. He was about 260 pounds with a bit of a beer belly while I was about 235. He suggested when things settled down for me we should meet for coffee and catch up. A couple of weeks later we met at a local coffee house, and Dad said that he lived about an hour away out on a farm with his partner, Sam, and Sam's son, James. Dad explained that while married to Mom, he realized he preferred being with men, and once he met Sam, he couldn’t stay with my mother any longer. He added my Mother hadn't wanted him to be part of my life as she was afraid that I would turn out to be like him. Obviously it was very shocking to hear all of this at one time especially with my Mother gone, other than my Father, I was alone in the world. In any event, Dad said he wanted to be part of my life again - if I was willing to let him in. Over the next few weeks, we got together a couple of times, and increasingly I felt comfortable with him, eventually asking him why he decided he preferred men. "Well, I've found that with the right guy, the attraction and sex is so much better than being with a woman," and adding "James has recently come out to us, and we're very happy to support him as he comes to understand himself." Dad also mentioned that given that he and Sam are so open about their relationship, it didn't seem at all surprising that James had come out to them. Meanwhile, when I wasn't with Dad, or working, or with my buddies, I started to watch first bisexual and then gay porn, just to see what it was about. While I thought I was straight, the sight of two guys fucking intrigued me, so as discretely as I could I asked Dad about what he and Sam did. "We take turns fucking each other," Dad replied, adding "since we're partnered, we always fuck bare, as we both feel sex should be bare between people who love each other." More for me to mull over. A few weeks later Dad suggested I come out to his place for the weekend to meet Sam and James, describing Sam as being in his early 40’s, about 5’ 9”, 235 pounds, and that James, although only 20, was a spitting image of his father. I accepted his invitation, and on the selected Friday night, I arrived at Dad’s place shortly after 8:00 P.M. Sam, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting shorts, answered the door and immediately pulled me into a tight hug. I was startled when I realized I could feel his hardening cock against my body. I also felt one of his hands reach for my ass, but I blew it off as an accident. "I'm very glad I've finally gotten to meet you," Sam said, "...welcome to our family." After a few more pleasantries, Sam said my Father and James were in the basement rec room watching a movie, and suggested we go down to meet them. With that, Sam led me through the house, gesturing for me to precede him down the staircase. Arriving at the foot of the staircase, I saw Dad and James, but I also saw the movie on the TV screen, and my attention was riveted on the video: the movie Dad and James were watching was not the usual movie but instead was hardcore bareback gay porn, and moreover, Dad and James, who had been making out, were wearing only thongs. As I stared at the unexpected scene before me, Sam came up behind me, now naked, his 8” cock fully erect, and whispered in my ear "Do you like what you are seeing?" Although I might have been speechless, Sam knew what to do: he reached for my cock and quietly remarked "Yeah, it looks like you do like it." Next thing I knew Sam assisted me in stripping off my shirt and pants, leaving me with only my boxers, and, as he caressed my cock, he began kissing me, initially tentatively, but with increasing passion as his tongue snaked itself into my mouth, even as we gradually worked our way across the room to the sofa where Dad and James were still making out. Then, extracting himself from James' grasp, Dad stood-up and gave me a warm kiss, the first we had exchanged since I was a toddler, but unlike those early kisses, this kiss was deep, long and intense. Then, looking deeply into my eyes, Dad said simply "You're home now," as he then resumed kissing me, even as Sam and James began playing with my cock and my ass, licking and caressing both, leaving my ass in particular, very slick. James then began exploring my ass, inserting first one, then two fingers into my body. I could feel his unexpectedly sharp nails abrade my hole, but I was too distracted by Dad and Sam to pay Sam much attention, but I was fully aware when Dad said "Now it's time for you to truly become part of the family," a phrase that didn't have any additional meaning to me, after all he and Sam had said pretty much the same thing scarcely ten minutes earlier, but I went along with Dad's instructions as he positioned me on my knees and he pushed my head down onto Sam’s cock. It was the first time I had ever had a cock in my mouth and Sam's very salty precum struck me as delicious, so I did my best to suck and lick my first cock, noticing as I did so, a bio-hazard tattoo on Sam’s stomach, but before I could ask about it, Dad slid his cock into my ass. I was very tight being an anal virgin but my dad slowly worked his cock deep inside of me and then slowly started fucking me. As he was fucking me bare he started talking about breeding me and making me part of the family like Sam and James were. He said that my mother was right to keep us apart but now that she was gone, he would truly make me his son again. After about 20 minutes of him pounding my ass, he finally grunted as he shot his cum deep inside of me. As he finally pulled out, James then replaced him in fucking me. As my dad and Sam started kissing each other I noticed the same bio-hazard tattoo on my dad. My dad said that the tattoos meant that they were both poz, as was James. My dad had decided if I came to visit that he would make me part of the family and this was their plan, and that when James had been working his fingers into my ass, he had made sure his sharp finger nails cut-up the inside of my ass, with the intention of ensuring that not only would they all fuck me, but that I would like convert. James worked me over and then he slowly maneuvered me so he was laying down and fucking me in a position that allowed Sam and Dad to see James' cock when it slid out of my hole: it was covered in pinkish cum. Sam immediately to James' position, and and continued the assault on my ass. Sam wasted no time in telling me that wanted me in the family, and would love to show me how to fuck like a man as he had shown my father back when. Sam was merciless in his pounding of my hole, which steadily leaked cum. Then, when I didn’t think I could take any more, Sam blew his load in my ass. I passed out from all the fucking. To be continued….

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

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.

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

This is actually a true account... I met Coco through a mutual acquaintance. I was still new to parTying and had few to no reliable connections to hook me up with parTy supplies. So I accompanied my friend S***** when he offered to introduce me to his dealer.I was a bit freaked to say the least, especially once we were turning onto his street, which was in the heart of a bad neighborhood in Central PHX. We got to his place and knocked, and that was how I met Coco. Nothing to swoon over, he was about 5'10" and someone who would check the "more to love" box if he filled out a dating profile. He was a complete asshole. I was told he was bic and that he had an 11" cock. He was part black, white, and PRican. Anyways he gave me his number and told me to call if I needed to stop by again. I started going on my own, and after a few transactions when he decided I was cool, he told me to chill for a bit and handed me a bong. He had to show me what to do. So he tells me to hit it a few times and I'm higher than I have ever been before up to that nite. We start talking and he starts up the porn he had been watching before I arrived. It was a straight porn, but the dudes got me horny. We kept smoking and do some hot rails. I'm so f'd up by this point my lips get loose and I ask if he is really as hung as I had been told. He said yeah, but I asked him to prove it. He dropped his bball shorts, no undies and sure enough, a girthy uncut and hardening 11" cock jumped out of the waistband and slapped his stomach... he told me I could touch it if I wanted, so I got off my chair and climbed on his bed with him. He took off his muscle tee and before I knew it I was sucking his cock in nothing but a jockstrap I decided to wear that evening just in case I decided to hit up Chute... He asks me to lay on my stomach and put a pillow under me and handed me his bong again. He was saying my ass and running his cock up my ass crack and over my just shaved hole. He asks if I have ever had anyone that big up my ass. I tell him no. And freak out a little. I feel him lubing me up with massage oil, and he asks if I played safe, because only fucked with conforms. I said usually safe and he said cool. Next thing I know he is rolling a magnum down his cock. I was so nervous and tensed up. He tried for 25 mins to get in me,but I couldn't relax, especially knowing he had house guests who could return at any time. He didn't have a bedroom door and his room was was right off the living room and front door, which was also open since he had a security door. Anyway, he finally gave up, I got dressed and left. Nothing happened again until about a year later. I showed up at his place on Halloween night, drunk and needing some Tina to sober me up. I stopped at an ABS first to get a cockring and some Gun Oil because I needed them. This store had an underwear section. I found a jockstrap I liked and decided I'd buy it since I was drunk and impulsive. I got to his place and somebody else answered the door, and I followed him to Coco's room. I smoked a bowl real quick, but was still pretty buzzed. I asked if I could jump in his shower to try and sober up, plus I was sweaty from dancing all nite. He said yeah and handed me a towel. It was kinda a small I found when I was drying off. I left my backpack by his desk and had just the jock I had just purchased. So I put it on and put the towel around my waist, which barely reached. I came out of the bathroom and they were both still smoking and surfing porn. I sat down on the bed and they passed me the bong. His houseguest asked if I slammed, I said only a couple times and he asked if I wanted to since he hated doing it alone. I said sure. He tied a rubber hose around my bicep, found a vein immediately,and administered what was about .45... it was strong and as soon as he released the hose and raised my arm I was coughing and was rushing. I just laid back into his pillows and started rubbing my nips and chest. I started to sweat and undid my towel to wipe my face and neck, laying there in just a cockring and jockstrap. He slammed next while Coco did hot rails, he didn't like needles. I start rubbing my clock through the pouch and the friend starts massaging me, and tells me to turn over, pulls my hold back and up and tongues my hole while Coco watches and is rubbing his cock through his bball shorts. Then the friend goes to his bathroom to piss and shower. I'm still buzzed, rushing, and high as a kite. I take my jock off, and am just stroking to some BB porn on my laptop. Coco tells me to show him my ass... and asks if he can take some pics. I say sure, just no face shots. He asks when I last took some dick, which I truthfully admitted not recently. It had been about 4 months. He tells me he still wants to fuck me, especially since he wasn't able to get it in the last time. He said he would hook me up with more Tina as trade. I was so high I a agreed. So he starts to rim me and play with my hole, I hand him the bottle of Gun Oil I just bought and he pours it all over my ass and works it in my hole, he goes to his desk for a second and gets a good sized shard and works it into me. It burns but its nothing I cant handle. He is now naked and stroking his huge cock. The friend comes back in wearing just boxers and has a new slam prep led for me. Again he administers it, I cough again, only longer because its stronger. We open up the blinds to his patio door and his window. He lived in a crush, but seedy apt complex that had a mostly gay population. He puts me on my back while the friend is kicking back, smoking and stroking. He asks if I'm ready and I nod... I just assumed he wrapped up based on our safe play only conversation,so when he asked how his raw cock felt in my bare hole I kinda got nervous and started to tighten up. He said not to worry, he was clean and rarely barebacked, especially with gay dudes. I finally relaxed and my body started to loosen up, as did my very stretched and very cock stuffed hole and he was only halfway in. He added more lube as he slowly sank more of his 11" into me. He told his friend to take some pics of him opening me up. And next thing I know one of his regular customers enters through the patio door. He didn't know I was a bottom so was little surprised to see me with Coco's dick balls deep in me. So he is watching and smoking, and Coco pulls out so I can get on all fours. His customer is comments on my "phat bubble butt" and how he never woulda guessed I was a bottom and never woulda guessed I had such a nice ass because I always had on baggy sweats or dickies workpants and oversized tees that hid my ass. Coco spreads my bubble butt cheeks and adds more Gun Oil, then starts to reenter me and my still tight, but willing asshole. Coco just keeps telling me how hot my hole is. How tight, warm, wet, and soft it is, how hot it feels every time I tighten up and work my ass muscles. I am meaning into a pillow when I am given the bong to hit, which I hit hard and blow some massive clouds as I am being fucked bareback by my drug dealer and his huge raw uncut cock. I can feel him precumming in me as he is fucking me. Before long he is fucking me deeper and faster so I know he is about to blow. He had already told me he would pull out, but never did. He just kept fucking me, fucking his load into me and lubing my hole with his cum. He finally pulls out and can't believe how good my ass felt, better than any pussy and no fears of me getting knocked up. I needed something to drink, so put on my jock, my sweatpants and hoodie and walked next door to Circle K for Gatorade. On my way back I saw his regular leaving. He saw me and invited me to co.e smoke and chill with him across the complex, his girlfriend was staying with a friend. I agree, and we get to his place, I immediately take my hoodie and sweatpants off and go get cleaned up in his bathroom. When I return he has a bi porn on his flat screen and a loaded bong. He is in a muscle shirt and bball shorts. He looks rough in the face, but has a pretty hot body from what I can see. We pass the bong back and forth and then he loses his clothes and is stroking his cock. I decide to blow him without asking, he gets harder in my mouth. After I kneel down on the floor and jerk off while I am sitting up straight. The next thing I feel is his hand pushing my shoulders forward and bending me over. He spits on my hole, then his cock and mounts me from behind. He is nowhere near as big as Coco, but still above average and grabs my hips while he long strokes his raw cock in and our of my just fucked hole. He hits all the right spots and before I know it I am cunning, which makesy hole spasm and tighten around his cock, causing him to lose his load too. He pulls out and then eats my hole. Tells me my ass is amazing and so much better than his girl's pussy. It was a good night.

I wish i was in san fran. Fuck u hard with my 8X6 2GA pussy splitter. Guys this guy has been working really hard for years now to get bugged up. Please help him get what he really needs.

I can imagine you do, I would too

I was out of town on business. I had the afternoon free, but the weather was dreadful. Raining cats and dogs. I decided to walk over to the adult bookstore that was 2 blocks from my hotel. Guess the rain had driven a lot of guys inside. The arcade was unusually busy for a Tuesday afternoon. The 4 booths at the far end each had a glory hole between them. The 3 booths closest to the entrance did not have g/h's. All the booths at this store are extra large. So, you can comfortably fit 3 guys in a booth with no problem. The staff at this bookstore keep an eye on the place. But as long as you're feeding the video machines, they leave you alone. I immediately went to one of the back booths with a g/h. There was already a red light on the adjoining booth. So I quickly put in a dollar and knelt at the g/h to see who was next door. To my delight, it was a nice looking guy in dress slacks, long sleeve, button down shirt. Looked like he was on a break from work. His slacks were unzipped. And his 7" cut cock was out and being stroked as he watched the str8 porn on his screen. I made the sign with my fingers through the hole that I wanted to suck. He saw and stood up, turning his body towards the hole, stepping forward and sliding his rock hard cock through the hole. I hungrily wrapped my lips around that beautiful piece of meat and began to suck. He slid his low hanging balls through the hole and I fondled his balls as my mouth worked up and down his shaft. It didn't take long before I could feel his cock swell and throb in my mouth. I was tasting precum oozing from his cockhead. Finally, I felt the warm rush of his cum fill my mouth. I continued to suck, using my lips to squeeze every last drop of his salty cum into my mouth. He pulled out, zipped and quickly left. Back to his office, I have no doubt. In less than a minute, the booth next door was occupied again. This time by a black man in his early 30's. I have a real weakness for bbc. And this young man was very buff, well over 6 feet tall. Wearing a tank top teeshirt, basketball shorts and athletic shoes. He saw me peering at him through the g/h. He wasted no time in depositing his dollar in the machine. Pulling his 9" uncut bbc from his shorts and pushing his already partially hard cock through the hole. I sucked on his foreskin. Sliding my tongue up into it. Rolling my tongue between the foreskin and his cockhead as I could feel him hardening in my mouth. Then I pushed his foreskin back and sucked on his cockhead. It continued to swell. His cock was fully hard in no time. I sucked up and down his shaft. Taking as much of his giant monster cock into my mouth as I could. But this beauty was not only long, it was very thick. I was having difficulty getting much more than the cockhead and a few more inches down my throat. He pulled his cock from my mouth and leaned down to the g/h. I could hear his say "Meet me in the booth near the entrance". With that, he pulled up his shorts and headed out of the booth. I got to my feet, left the booth and followed him to the booth at the opposite end. This booth had no glory hole. He entered the booth. I followed and locked the door behind me. I stood facing him, then quickly dropped to my knees as he slipped a couple of dollars into the video machine. Within a minute or two, my mouth had gotten his cock back to full hardness. Then he leaned over and rubbed the crack of my ass. I knew what that meant. He wanted to fuck me. That's what I wanted too. I quickly stood. Undid my pants. Stepped out of them, laying them across the back of the chair in the booth. Then I bent over the chair. Exposing my ass to this handsome, hung black guy. He spit a couple of times on my exposed asshole. Then he spit a few times on his cock to lube us both up. While he was doing that, I had removed my poppers from my pants pocket and had taken a couple of deep hits from the poppers. I was going to need to be poppered up a bit to be able to take that 9", thick bbc in my ass. Especially, with only spit as lube. I felt him put his cockhead up to my puckered hole. He grabbed me around the waist and began to push in. I hurt like hell. But I took another couple of whiffs of poppers and his cock popped up inside my hole. He slowly kept pushing until I could feel his balls against mine. He held his cock all the way up inside me for a few moments as I adjusted and relaxed into his monster dick in me. I again took some deep sniffs of poppers as he began to pump his cock in and out of my ass. The pain had turned to pleasure. His cock felt amazing inside me. Each thrust of his got harder and harder. Finally he was really slamming into me. My head was banging against the back of the chair. And the back of the chair was banging against the wall of the booth. It had to be quite obvious to anyone in the arcade that I was getting my ass pounded by this handsome black top. After about 5 minutes of constant pounding, he slammed deep up inside me. He let out a load grunt and I could feel his cock throb as he emptied his balls into my ass. It seemed to take forever he began to shake and convulse, filling me with more and more of his spunk. Finally he slowly pulled his cock from me. I hated feeling him withdraw from inside me. As his cock plopped out of my ass, I quickly turned and dropped to my knees. Taking his still hard cock into my mouth. Trying to squeeze any last drops of cum from his piss slit with my lips. Then he pulled his cock from my mouth, pulled up his basketball shorts and headed for the door. All without saying a word. He left the door to the booth open when he left. I reached for my pants as another guy stepped into my booth. He locked the door and walked towards me, unzipping his fly. "Where do you want it", he asked? I pulled a couple of dollars from my pants, slid them into the machine, bent over the chair and said, "Add it to the last guys load in my ass". I took a couple of hits of poppers as I felt this new guy slide his cock up inside me. He was smaller than the bbc that had just filled me. And the fresh cum in my ass made wonderful lube. A nice long 10 minute fuck continued, until guy #3 added more cum to my raw ass. By that time, I was spent. I put my pants on and walked back in the rain to my hotel room. Filled with two large loads in my ass. And another in my stomach.

After nearly a month of no fucking, I decided to post an ad. I have a few times in the past couple of weeks, but all were flakes. Last night I had a 20yo text wanting to come over. After about an hour he shows up, I suck until he is hard, he begs to fuck and of course I give it up. It was so fucking hot. He lasted about 15 minutes until he nutted. He said I was his first guy (probably not), but he loved it and will be back for more. As we were fucking I had another guy on the way, he wouldn't send a pic though. As the first was leaving the second arrived in town, got my address and was over in 10 minutes. Tall black guy with about 9 inches thich. I blew him while he was watching porn, he bent me over and went to town for about 10 minutes, pulled out and blew me, then we ended up 69ing until he pulled out and shot all over my face. Third guy came over, but he was so high he came in just two minutes from sucking, tried to get it up again to fuck but couldn't. My ass is pretty sore right now. Plan on posting ad again tonight.

I love giving young boy pussy a LONG, deep, wet tongue fucking until his hole his opened up and begging for cock.

I love my onlyone jock !

Taking 3 foot-long black cocks in my cunt all at the same time. The three black guys are all laughing at how small my dick is and how loose my cunt is and how much of a slut I am for them and saying shit like "Dis white faggot need dat nigga dick all da time." They can all stay hard for hours straight and shoot loads every 30-60 seconds that never get any smaller. I feel their cum filling my stretched cunt and going all through my body, filling my intestines and my stomach until it looks like I'm pregnant. They laugh some more and say "You gonna be our baby mama you white faggot." They just keep cumming and cumming until I feel it coming up the back of my throat and pouring out of my mouth.

It's not a cliche: Communication is important. I can imagine that since you've communicated this to him, the sex will only get better. More intense, passionate, sensual..... Guys that have never cultivated something like this don't know what they are missing. I'd much rather have this occasionally than a random fuck every day. Quality over quantity. Sxlhlng, I am a romantic. As much as I've tried to "overcome" it, it has always been a part of me. I fought it for a while but have come to not only accept it but embrace it. Yeah... There are times when I'm extremely horny that I wish I could be like others, but that passes after I jack off. I've had the hook ups but I'll take sex with someone I know over an anonymous hook up any day. Again: quality over quantity.

By: spreaDNAround http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=P3VSk-G405- Double loading my Aussie Buddy in his Hotel This guy is amazing. Love to play on cam, has an amazing cock and you gotta love all the precum and foreskin. He was waiting or me in his hotel room. When I arrive his legs instantly went up to show me his ready pink hole. I have him two loads that night: the 1st one I shot deep in him and the 2nd one, I shot on his hole so you can see it. Please leave comments.

In helping to build trust and intimacy, to increase and immesh the Mindfuck, with one of my regulars, I shared a list of the Things I Like and the Things I'd Like Him To Do. Not so much as pushy bottom dictating the session. More so that we could better get a sense of what was going on in each others heads. My experience is that it's rare for tops to immediate grok what a bottom is feeling. So to for the other way around. This was what I told my friend I liked about what was going on between us. If there's any interest, I'll post what more I'd like him to do. 5 Things That I Like That You Do 1. I’m totally gobsmacked by how much you’ve gotten into domination. You were so tentative and afraid…what…almost 2 years ago…and now you aren’t. We joke that I’ve either made you into something or you just released something always there. Either way it’s great. I think there’s still some hesitation on your part. Am I right about that? Still holding back? 2. The way you now control my head, pushing your cock down my throat. It’s still scary, for me, having someone do that, but it’s awesome gagging on your fucktool. I still wish I didn’t gag so easily. But I’m doing it less. I really love being held in my place when you drive deep. Whether I gag, choke, or spit up, it’s overwhelming. It’s all at your desire. I feel so submissive. So owned. So like a little faggot. 3. I love the way you touch my cock and balls when we start / kiss. It’s hard and soft. Painful and pleasurable. I know you can tell by the sounds I make. By how I spread my legs and push my junk out. I want your hand on it more. Like a leash when a leash isn’t there. A wire from your soul to mine, via your hand on my cock. 4. When you fucked me, you held my head against the bed. It was tentative and incidental. It was also hot. It was almost like when you control my head when you face-fuck me. I briefly felt so used and humbled. I wanted more. 5. The beast-when-you-fuck-me. It’s like you can’t get enough of my ass, can’t go deep enough, can’t go hard enough. Can’t reposition me fast enough. Can’t come buckets enough. And then can’t wait to do it again. It’s really fucking amazing. It’s like you are trying to find the perfect positions to get yourself off and to make me feel it the most. I know you’ve stumbled over a few of those positions, angles and intensities where you can hear the change in me. I have a feeling there are quite a few more that haven’t been tried yet. Let's go for it. Perhaps this "exercise" might work for someone reading this!

rjb56, please don't let this discourage you. Your stories are great and I for one like what you write. Thanks for taking the time to rewrite your story.

Just happened 15 minutes ago. A guy hit me up on Grindr this about 10:30 morning and asked if I bb, and I told him it was the only way I get fucked. He said he could host around 12:30. I gave him my number and told him to hit me up later. 12:45 I got his message asking if I could come over. I jumped into the shower and he was a 5 minute drive from me. When I got there, he had a mohawk, 9"in dick semi hard, huge back tatt and stark naked. He told me that if anyone came home, I would need to go out the window...he apologised and I told him I didnt mind as I sat down my backpack, pulled out the poppers and got to my knees and started sucking on him. I sucked him for about 5 minutes when he told me he wanted to look at my hole and told me to get on the bed. Without any lube, he shoved it right in and began fucking me. After a good 3-4 minutes, he asked if I liked toys and I told him yes and he pulled out. I then went to clean off his dick. We never made it to the toys. He asked if I liked tasting my ass and that made me want to suck him even faster and sloppier. All of a sudden he stood up and said, "he's home, but he wont come in here." I don't know who "He" was, but then he had a smile on his face and asked if I wanted to swallow his load real fast and I told him I wanted him to breed my hole. With that he shoved me on my knees and quickly blasted his seed in me. He told me we could chill in his bedroom. I got dressed and he walked into the living room and said, "if you hurry, he's in the backyard and he wont see you". I got my things and went out the front door freshly loaded.

Last night a couple that I've messed around with a couple times wanted a gangbang bottom. I was more than happy to oblige. I was told to wear knee socks, a jock and a ball cap. Fine with me, I wear those on a daily basis in my 'street' clothes. I showed up and was blindfolded and told to be ready for the 7 guys who were coming over. I was on my back on the sofa (covered in sheets). First daddy ate my hole and got me nice and wet! Then he slide inside me as I'm hitting the poppers and he proceeded to fuck a quick load into my ass, it was HOT and a really big load. I was then told to get on my knees in front of the sofa. I did as told, and then I felt something on my right butt cheek. Come to find out later, it was a hash mark, a black sharpie. Next guy saddles up to me and forces his HUGE cock into my ass, it was thick like a redbull can. Really big head and he was about 7 inches. He fucks me fast and uses the other guys load as his lube. He shoots a gallon of cum into my ass and I feel another mark on my ass. As the night proceeds I end up with 6 loads in me and 4 down my throat. I have 6 mash marks on my butt cheek 1 black mark and 6 red. Come to find out the black marks signify negative loads and the red marks... Poz. I'm in hog heaven, so hot and a total fantasy of mine has been fulfilled. I was able to take off the blindfold afterwards and was really happy with the tops that were chosen for me.

My Name is Mikey – CHPT 8 - Pa and Brett Return: “Is that hole wet?” was generally the first thing Curtis asked me every morning before I kneeled by his chair while he injected with me with his drugs he called my ‘vitamins’. If my hole was wet, then he would fuck me, and if not, he would order me to get out to the booths or theater and, “Find some dick to wet that shit up!” ROXIES ADULT VIDEO STORE had a never ending supply of dick and as the weeks went on after the gangbang with Unc and his boys, I fell into a sort of daily routine of getting my shots, being fucked by Curtis, roaming ROXIES for more dick, getting high or drunk or both, getting fucked by Harold, getting high some more, taking some more dick, the occasional trip to the truck stop with AJ, and on and on. Curtis told me over and over, “The only thing you need to remember is tops have rights, bottoms have responsibilities and yours is to be a good sissy. And no matter what, you can always come back to me.” While Curtis made AJ charge any customers he fucked, my ass was free for the taking and Curtis explained it was an incentive to get folks coming in, paying the cover charge and buying tokens and shit in the store out front when they always knew there was an ass willing and able to take them At the time I didn’t really know, or care, I was forgetting who I was. I just lived in the moment, and knew who Curtis, Harold, and AJ were, and knew instinctively – and from repeated breedings – I was a sissy slut to be fucked and I LOVED IT. Anything about who I was or my life before ROXIES just sort of slipped away and was not anything I ever thought about really. All I did think about was sex and pleasing the men I was with. I craved and ached for dick and the drugs, and did my best to stay high, drunk, and with dick in my ass or mouth as much as I could. I quickly learned how to stay ‘clean and prepped’, that I could not drink hard liquor without getting totally fucked up, but with beer I could moderate it, and I loved any drug I was given to smoke, snort, or shoot and Curtis always seemed amazed at how much I could handle, as well as how tight my ass stayed even after being fucked like a whore. He was always surprised when I kept telling him I felt OK – well except for the crazy nightmares and headaches, but I didn’t tell him about those. Every day he asked me if I felt sick. I didn’t know why at first, but then overheard him and AJ mentioning the fuck flu and all the poz cum I had taken. One day I was bored and lonely as Harold had been sent to Houston to pick up a supply of drugs. With Unc’s “injuries”, Curtis’ local supply had dried up and after much arguing Harold had agreed to go and he would be gone two whole days. I was hanging out in the back of the theater after taking several loads up my ass, sitting on the stained and cum laden couch, smoking a joint, all alone as the place was dead, when the door opened and a huge shadow blocked out the light from the store. The guy closed the door and through the dim light and smoky haze I saw him come my way. As usual, I just had on a pair of denim shorts and nothing else, so figured there was no rush in getting naked and that if I had to I could be ‘fuck ready’ in 5 seconds. The big guy came and sat down on the couch beside me almost knocking the ashtray off the couch and he laughed as he quickly caught it, but not before some of the old butts fell onto the floor. He looked at me, smiled, “Curtis said you was back here,” he said. I nodded, angled my head, something about him seemed familiar, and my ass twitched, my cock got hard, and I suddenly wanted to be naked and fucked. “May I?” he asked as he pointed to my joint. I just nodded, handed it to him, and tried to figure out why my insides were fucking flipping out as he held the smoke then let it out my way. “HMMM, that’s good shit,” he said as he handed it back to me, smiled, then reached out and pulled his t-shirt off up and over his head. I automatically licked my lips at the sheen of sweat showing on his broad, black chest and my ass was no longer twitching, it was fucking spasming out of control! “Stand up,” the guy said, “Let me see that thick white ass again.” I set the last of the joint in the ashtray, stood up, then turned and asked, “Again?” He laughed, “What? Really? You don’t remember me? DAMN BOO! I know Curtis said he’s been shoot… um well... I…yeah guess you might not. I was here the night my cousin Unc and his boys had themselves a bit of a party and well let’s just say, you were the piñata on my happy stick!” I scrunched my face as I tried to remember that night, but it was a bit fuzzy and the guy laughed again, held out his hand, “Billy, just call me Billy. Now get those shorts off.” I quickly dropped my shorts, stepped in front of Billy who had spread his legs, backed up as close as I could and began to moan as he spread my cheeks and began to eat out the cum loads I had stored back there. Billy was slurping away and I was grinding my ass into his face when the theater door opened and someone else came in. Billy paused, looked to see who it was, “GET THE FUCK OUT,” he screamed. The guy ran back out the door like a scared cat and Billy started moaning again as he continued to eat my ass. After several minutes Billy paused, “Stay just like that,” he ordered, then I felt him shift a little on the couch, he took his left hand and placed it back on my ass and said, “Reach back. Open that ass up.” When I did I felt Billy’s thick fingers begin probing at my ass and an intense sharp burning as he dug his nails around, side to side, up and down, creating long, deep gouges. “I want that pussy ass to open like a rose bud in the spring time. Here, I got some stuff for you to snort, but fair warning, no matter how fucked up you good you WILL still feel me and I like that. I like hearing the pain, the ecstasy, the need, the desire, the fear, makes my shit hard. OK, turn around, get on your knees and suck my mother fucking dick real sloppy like.” I gasped in awe at the size of his dick when Billy pulled his pants down and while Curtis and Harold were well hung, as were a few of the others guys who came to ROXIES, Billy was HUGE! Billy took his BBC in both hands and squeezed down the length of the shaft. As he did, thick slimy gobs started to peak out of the quarter-sized slit in the head of his dick. I was mesmerized and Billy said, “Put that tongue out. I want you to taste and savor my toxic honey.” It was like acid on my tongue and I forced as much if his monster dick into my mouth as I could and gagged and Billy laughed, “Yeah, you like that boo, you fucking size queen! Just wait until I am back up in you, you will be purring like a kitten.” I pulled my mouth away from his dick and protested, “I’m not sure I can take that. You’re a fucking MONSTER!” Billy patted my head, smiled as he swung his dick back and forth slapping first one thigh then the next with his own dick and said, “I KNOW you can take it. I had your pussy lips snuggling right down to the root of my meat. True, maybe it did not happen willingly on your part, but even passed out for a bit as you was, your ass was milking me and begged for more every time I bottomed out. Once I had blown two loads in you and pulled out, that cunt was GAPING!” I just shrugged, and went back to working his dick best I could. My knees hurt and my jaws ached, but I kept sucking and slurping on his big black dick and just loved that he was uncut and his dick tasted funky. I had learned I hated washed dick that tasted like soap and there was nothing better than the smell and taste of a man’s dick the way it should be. “No, no, no,” Billy said as he pushed me away from his dick. My ass was on fire and I NEEDED to be fucked so bad, but Billy had other plans as he shoved his fingers back up my ass, then had me sit back down on the couch while he put one foot up on the couch and impaled my throat with his long dick. I fought at first, but Billy instructed me how to relax my throat, inhale quick breaths through my nose in time with his strokes, and with him totally standing on the couch now throat fucking, I was in heaven! I never knew sucking dick could be so amazing, and even though snot was running out my nose, my eyes were watering, spit was running down my chin and onto my chest, the feel of Billy’s dick impaling my throat and his wet balls slamming my chin – mixed with the constant edge of feeling like I could not breathe - was incredible. “There you are man, right on time, I was just teaching your sissy cunt here how to swallow that BBC right down to the eggs,” Billy said to someone, yet he did not let up. It was a few minutes more before Billy stopped pumping my throat, stepped down off the couch, and I was able to breathe in deep, raspy, gulps of air. I looked to the side and there was Curtis, his hard dripping dick in hand, jacking at what he just saw. Curtis tossed something at me – a latex hood from the store with small holes at the nose and a big hole for the mouth, “Put that on,” he ordered. I put the hood on as Billy and Curtis discussed their plan. Curtis said, “As agreed, we won’t show your face since you have contracts and shit and he will be masked as we don’t want folks to know – well like I told you – this is all DL. But fuck man, this video will get me big fucking money. You know how many nasty freaks will pay to watch a sissy cunt bottom get used? I wished I could have taped Unc and his boys. I already made Gucci off the vid shots of folks loading that pussy up in the video booths, now this? SHIIIIITTTT! OK, I got my good camera with the night vision, oh you want to load his ass with crystal? Yeah sure whatever. That’s it, let me get a close up shot of those thick fingers working the powder into that wet hole, getting it primed! OK great, now I am going to juice him up, this will amp him up so fucking much no matter what you do he will not pass out.” I wasn’t able to see, and after Curtis unloaded his needle in my arm it felt like my heart was going to rip itself from my chest. But all I focused on was Curtis saying that I was being videotaped and that really turned me on. That meant something wild and wicked was going to happen and I realized I was so tired of plain old vanilla dick. Even though Curtis was an asshole, I loved him fucking me rough and nasty, calling me his sissy cunt, and slamming me hard. It was like a need I could not define, being taken by him. Sex with Harold could be rough too, but in a very different way. It was more passionate I guess, more about our mutual pleasure, not just me being a hole. Anyways, Billy’s fingers were stuffing me again and I was ready to scream with how bad I needed to get fucked! Yet I still had to wait as Billy said the crystal needed a little time to ‘stew in that pussy’ before I could take ‘the Beast’ and so I sucked him some more in various positions, all the while Curtis was giving orders, before Billy got back up on the couch and choke fucked me again like he was before. I was in bliss. After a while Billy stopped, shoved even more crystal up my ass, I felt like I could barely stand and heard Curtis say, “OK, Victor is here, time to get this show on the road.” Who the fuck was Victor? Unseen hands grabbed me, pulled me off the couch, guided me to a cushion on the floor as Curtis told me to get on my hands and knees to get fucked doggy style. “No foreplay Victor, just do what you do. Be that nasty redneck fucker that you are and open that hole up!” Billy and Curtis were now talking shit as the new guy Victor forced his dick into my hungry ass and I grunted as he opened my hole. “Tell the camera what you want sissy? Tell them you need raw dick fucking you,” Curtis said. I didn’t know where the camera was due to the hood, so turned my head slightly towards the sound of Curtis’ voice and begged and pleased to be fucked by raw dick. Victor braced himself on my back, took a wide stance froggy style, and started to thrust his raw dick deep into my wet and drug filled ass. OMG that was fucking amazing! I started to babble and push my hips back trying to get him deeper as they all laughed and finally heard Victor speak as he said, “There you go, aha, that’s it – aaah – shit, slow push that ass back, feel me go all the way, tease that cock, you want some redneck baby batter?” I said yes over and over and as Victor ran his long fingernails down my back, gouging my skin he snarled, “I don’t believe you. Drain it, ride it.” I was bucking back on Victor’s dick as hard as I could and just as I felt the cold metal of a wedding band on his left hand grab my ass, Victor yelled, twitched, and his dick throbbed in my ass unloading a massive a mount of cum. Victor fell onto my back, breathing hard, he then spit at my head, slapped me once and said, “Damn faggot sissy,” and yanked his dick out making me arch my back. He then guided my chin up to find his half limp dick in front of my face. I eagerly opened my mouth and started nursing his dick, tasty his rank cum, my ass, the crystal, and more just as Billy’s fingers started to probe my wet hole. Curtis’s voice said, “This white sissy just took a nasty, raw, redneck dick with charged cum, now comes the real test, can that pussy take a true BBC? See those long nails on that finger moving in and out? Those nails be digging those ass walls, priming them to get coated, and see that powder? High-grade crystal. You already seen how hungry this slut is, now its prime time!” “You got to speak up sissy,” Curtis directed, “Let the folks watching know how much that beast dick hurts, what you feeling, what you need. You hear me?” I nodded and as Victor pulled his now hard dick out of my mouth I cried out as Billy started to push into my raw ass. Victor held me in place as Bill mounted me, my body trembled, every muscle tightened up as the shock of his size took hold. Billy had only a few inches of his thick dick in me when he reached forward, caressed my neck, leaned his weight down on me and whispered in my left ear, “Open that hole up boo, take a deep breath, remember what I taught you about sucking my dick? Same thing. Relax that pussy, let me do the work, that’s it, I AM GOING TO STRETCH YOU THE FUCK OUT AND BANG IT – YEAH TAKE IT SISSY – LET ME UP IN THERE – I OWN THAT WHITE PUSSY!” I had never been so filled, so opened, so – used – as I was right then. Curtis and Victor were both swearing and talking dirty now as Billy wrapped both arms around to keep me from running and dropped his full weight on me and thrust every inch deep up my ass. It felt like he was trying to climb inside me as his balls slapped my ass and his dick continued to open me up even wider. I could no longer form words and just as Billy predicted, literally began to purr in the way that only a bottom slut does when raw fucked to the max. When Billy started to shoot his first load I swear I could feel it right under my belly button as his dick head swelled and spurted. Curtis told him to pull it out to show that nutt, which Billy did – thankfully slowly – then when Curtis had his shot Billy went for round two. As my sloppy filled cum catcher took every inch of his gigantic black dick, Victor filled my mouth with his dick and like a freaky tag team, they both shot their second loads in me at the same time, and I was literally filled with dick and cum from end to end. I whimpered in need and desire for more when Billy and Victor’s dicks both slipped out of my holes. I heard Victor and Curtis leave, then Billy helped me stand up, pulled the hood off my head, and rubbed my body down like I was a horse that had just run a race. “Fuck boo, that shit’s good. Feels like real pussy, how you do that?” Billy asked. I just shrugged, reached back, grabbed his semi-hard dick, bent over, and backed up on it, making Billy quiver and moan as he gently tried to push me away. I knew he wanted more, so I pushed back harder and was soon begging for him to jump up deep in my cum filled ass and to fuck me as hard as he could. Billy growled, “You fucking slut” and grabbed my arm, slung me onto the couch with my face shoved into the back cushions as he lifted my right leg straight up, and slam fucked my ass. “I know how to bust a hole open, no, don’t you be pushing that hand back now trying to get me off – you asked for this slut – sissy cunt whore – you asked for this.” Billy fucked me for a while like that as I moaned and half-heartedly tried to push him off. He then pulled out, sat on the couch, and had me climb up on the couch, wrap my arms around his neck facing him, and crouch down. I squatted down until my asshole was just above his throbbing dick when he stopped me, cupped his hands under my ass and said, “STAY JUST RIGHT THERE. I’M GOING TO RIP YOU OPEN NOW!” I gasped as Billy slammed his dick up and into my waiting ass then yanked it back out. My legs shook, but I held tight to his neck as he looked me in the eyes and slammed me again. The smile on his face got wider with every thrust into me and he said, “That is some open pussy right there boo.” I blushed and asked, “Do you like it?” Billy laughed, let go of my ass and I dropped all the down on his dick as he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. “Oh yeah boo, now ride it for me, bounce on that dick, show me you want some more nutt.” I rode Billy’s dick like that for a long time before he finally came and when I pulled off his dick it was super shiny and slick and I licked him clean. Once he was dressed he slipped me a piece of paper, “This is my number. I fly back to LA tomorrow, but will be back soon. Keep that hole open, I plan to climb up in there again and if you ever need a ride or something, hit me up.” After Billy left I lay on the couch with my feet up on the end, fingering my cummy hole and stroking my dick. My eyes were closed as I imagined riding Billy’s rough, raw dick when suddenly the movie in the theater stopped, the room went dark, the door opened to the store and Curtis hollered, “Get out here.” I stumbled into the light and realized it must be late as the ROXIES was now closed. Curtis noticed my closed hand and said, “What the fuck is this?” as he unfolded the number Billy had given me. He snorted, stuffed it in his pocket and said, “Here is some more shit to smoke if you want. I got to get home to my woman, but I need you out here. Victor is coming back with a supply of laced blunts. You know that shit I had you smoke earlier? That was mixed with some other shit – anyways, he went out to his place to get my order and will be back in a while. Just answer the door, take the shit and lock up, alright?” I just nodded, took the blunts Curtis handed me, walked back into the theater, found the ashtray and lighter, walked out by the store counter, sat down on the cool tile floor and lit up. As I sat there looking around the store at the stacks of porn DVDs, racks of lace panties and shelves of leather toys and such, I heard this voice in my head say, “Where’s Mikey?” Mikey? Who the fuck is Mikey and who am I talking to? An echo? I suddenly had a massive headache and an itch in my skull, so I lit up, put my head back against the display case, and thought about how much I wished Harold was there to fuck me right now. I had started my second blunt when there was a loud knock on the front glass door. Not even caring that I was naked, streaked with dried cum, spit, and more, I casually set the blunt between my teeth, unlocked the door and opened it. Even thought it was night out, the man standing there had on black, wrap around sunglasses. He was wearing a knit cap that was black, and a black wife beater t-shirt with a pack of Marlboro cigarettes sticking out of the pocket and a sneer that showed some missing teeth. He was a white guy, very gaunt looking but pretty tan, with a stubble beard and as he stood there blowing cigarette smoke out of both nostrils of his nose like an angry bull in some cartoon, my wet ass clamped up and twitched. “So you going to let me in or make me stand the fuck out here all night,” he snarled. Victor. I recognized the voice. This was the guy who had fucked me with Billy earlier. My ass really twitched now. “Umm, yeah, come in,” I said. I held the door open as he brushed by me, then closed and locked it. I followed as he walked right back to Curtis’ office, dropped a large paper bag on his desk, shoved past me as he walked right back out to the front door. I scurried past him to unlock it for him and when I did he grabbed my arm and dragged me outside into the parking lot. WHAT THE FUCK – I WAS NAKED! I started to panic, but Victor laughed, tossed his cigarette onto the pavement, stepped up to the back of a pickup truck that was parked right in front of the store and unlatched the tailgate and let it drop with a BANG! “Get that ass up there,” he said, “You need to learn that the real-dicked fuckers around here ain’t those boys you been letting climb up on you – no they ain’t – you need to offer up that rebel-yell pussy to some down home redneck, meth-filled dick, we’ll take care of it right.” As I climbed onto the tailgate, I frantically looked around, worrying someone might see, but quickly realized it was so late, no one was around, and the way the truck was backed up, unless you were right beside us, you could not see a thing. I laid back on the metal of the bed, edged my ass forward, cutting my thigh on a jagged piece of the tailgate. Once I was in position Victor wasted no time in shoving his hard dick into my cum filled ass while blowing one last blast of smoke out of his nose before rutting like the redneck bull that he was. Victor adjusted his angle a couple times before finding the way to best gut me, and then he started to pound my slut pussy nice and hard. Just as I was starting to relax and enjoy the ride, I heard the sounds of a car with a missing muffler pull up, and two car doors shut. I quickly tried to sit up but Victor slapped me hard and said, “Lay the fuck down! Pull that tarp over your face and shut the fuck up.” I did as he said and listened as two guys joined him and as he told them this was the hole he had lined up. The first guy’s dick was average in size but he moaned louder than me being fucked by Billy as he thrust in me raw and quickly shot his load. The second guy was bigger, but barely lasted as he too rammed my raw ass and bred me. The tarp over my face smelled like dead fish, but I left it there until I heard the car pull away, felt Victor pull me a bit closer to the edge, and wedge his dick back inside me. “Time to get down to business,” he said before taking his sweet time to work my hole and implant me with more redneck babies. When he was done, Victor pissed up my ass, making my guts hurt and bloat and making me miss Harold again as that was his domain. I was pulled off the truck and forced to lick his dick before Victor led me back inside ROXIES, then turned and walked to his truck as I stood in the door with my guts and ass full of his piss and cum and needing more. I was so drugged up on meth and other shit, I could not sleep and literally jumped on AJ when he opened the store up the next morning and had him ride by ass before Curtis got in. Even then I was not done and bent over Curtis’ desk and begged for him to breed me as soon as he gave me my shots. I was still horned, took a couple more dicks in the booths, then Curtis came and found me and told me I needed to crash for a bit and gave me a pill and some water. I assumed he wanted me rested for when Harold got back, so happily obliged and was woken up several hours later with his dick grinding up my hole as he fucked me on Harold’s bed, telling me as he nutted in me that I needed to come back to him. When he was done, Curtis had me lick his dick clean, then stand up, then he hugged me tight, gave me a long, wet, passionate kiss which he never did, shared an intense blunt with me and then said, “Come on.” I was wet, and feeling the drugs when Curtis led me to one of the booths. There was a man already waiting, white guy with longish hair, so I stepped in, closed the door, and he said, “Hi sissy. We’ve missed you.” He dropped his shorts and fed me his dick while I wondered what he meant. As I sucked him, he stepped me back so my ass was against the gloryhole and I felt a nice hard dick poke through and using Curtis’ cum slide right inside. I was being double stuffed and enjoying it when the man I was sucking asked, “Want to swallow for me sissy? Gag on my dick? Damn they taught you well – oh fuck! You milking me! Jesus Christ you pulling that nutt right the fuck out!” Of course I was, what did he expect? As I tasted his vile load, the guy fucking me jerked, his dick paused, and I felt his load inside me. When they finished I pulled up my shorts, the man I sucked opened the door, and some young guy stepped in along with Curtis. The guy hugged me, Curtis smiled and said, “This is your – this is Pa, and Brett. You need to go with them now.” I didn’t understand, what did he mean? They just looked at me with stupid fucking grins on their faces as the older guy said, “Well come on, we got to get a move on. The state fair will be starting soon over in Texas and you need to work that carney dick.” I stood where I was. Curtis sighed, “Can you give us a moment, I told you, may not be easy. We’ll be right out.” The two guys left, the younger one looked back, smiled, and gave me a two finger wave. I looked at Curtis, the hurt and confusion all over my face. Curtis gently held my face in his hands as tears started to form in my eyes, “I know you don’t understand, but you need to go with them right now. Pa and Brett – well they’re your family – you were just here visiting, that’s all. Remember?” I didn’t of course, and grabbed Curtis tight and begged and pleaded, “No, please don’t send me away. I’m sorry. I’ll be better. I’ll be a good sissy. No, please. I want to stay here, with you, and Harold, and… please.” Fuck I was full on blubbering at this point and felt so stupid. As Curtis continued to kiss me through my tears, he unbuttoned my shorts, they dropped to the floor, he shut the booth door, opened his pants, turned me around and slid balls deep in one stroke. I sighed. Curtis whispered in my ear as he fucked, “Remember, cum makes the best lube, you are an amazing sissy with a pussy that won’t quit and come back to me – come back to us.” With a final deep thrust Curtis gave me another load, sighed, pulled out, told me to get dressed and I followed him outside. There was a beat up RV in front of ROXIES and the guys named Pa and Brett were standing in front of it, smoking, pacing back and forth. When they saw me Brett dropped his cigarette, ran around, jumped in and started it up, dark smoke billowing from the back. Pa walked up to Curtis, shook his hand, and said, “We good man?” Curtis looked at me, smiled tenderly, and said, “We’re good.” Curtis turned and walked back inside as Pa wrapped his arm around me, guided me to the RV, and as soon as the door was shut Brett put it in gear and we pulled out of the parking and ROXIES was quickly out of view. Pa roughly shoved a hand down the back of my shorts and felt my cummy hole, “Oh yes, I been missing that hole you sissy. Come on back to the bed, let’s see what else you learned while you’ve been away cause I am going to pimp that hole out to every carney and horny fucker I can find at the state fair!” STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 9: The Road Trip Part 1 **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Just pulled out a full box of Magnum XL's from my nightstand --(unfortunately my dick isn't that large, but some of my old fuck bud's are 10"+)... they "expired" in 2004 -- so can't say I'm surprised either... I also think BB among gay men is down even further. I'd be surprised if it were at 50%. Five and 10 years ago men often asked status and when was the last time I was tested before fucking bare, and felt guilty if they "slipped up," but no more. Typically no one asks and if they do, they ask if I'm cool to fuck bare! My str8 brothers both tell me they haven't used a rubber since college, too. Rubbers make sex seem dirty --if i have to wear a hazmat suit, then I'm not going in! I want to feel your wet, warm arse walls wrapped around my hard, pre-cum dripping cock and vice versa.

If they message you back, go for it. As long as it stays between y'all what does it matter?

even better, i now have a spare ticket, will have to see if i can get a cum slut to take along!

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

Finally broke the bottoming spell earlier today, xD. I've been patronizing a take-out food place (repeat customer cuz of a guy that works there lol). The first time I went, I knew immediately after making eye contact with him we were gonna fuck, and I was gonna pound his ass. First encounter we both stood staring at each other for about a minute lol. It's rare that I'm attracted to an Asian guy, but there's something about him that makes my dick hard as a fucking rock just looking at him. Anyway, I went in today and decided to eat in rather than take the food home. The same Asian guy greeted me, and used any excuse to come by my table to talk, stare at me, and bend over to show me what was hiding in his pants. I ate rather quickly ... when I was done I was playing games on my phone but watching him from the corner of my eye. Well, he eventually said aloud that he was going on his lunch break, glanced over at me, and walked outside. My gut told me he was telling me to follow him. So I did. Once we were outside and away from the building, he "accidentally" brushed his hand across my crotch. So I playfully smacked his ass and walked to my car. He followed and got in ... from that point I simply drove across the street onto a path in the woods. I parked and he without me prompting unzipped my pants, whipped out my dick, and started giving me some of the best head I've ever had! I grabbed his head with my hands and started forcing him to suck my dick hard and fast. I didn't want to cum in his mouth so I pulled him off and told him to get in the back of my car, laying on his stomach. We got in the back and I was so horny I needed to taste his ass. I started rimming and eating his ass real good, ensuring I left quite a bit of spit as some lube. Haha he was moaning so loud and so much it made me even more horny. I keep a supply of poppers in my glovebox and grabbed them and had him take some deep hits. His ass definitely loosened up, but he was still tight. I had him suck me a bit more to get my dick wet, then had him get on his back ... I wanted to stare into his eyes as I dominated him. I pinned his legs to his chest and was not gentle at all ... I used no lube but spit, and simply rammed into his hole all the while making him stare into my eyes ... haha I showed no mercy. He was making too much noise so I grabbed my tie and shoved it in his mouth. He was moaning like crazy, made me so hot and hard. I didn't last long, in total I fucked his ass for only 10 minutes. I wanted his coworkers to know stuff happened, so I sucked on his neck real hard leaving obvious hickies. I had him jerk off as I wrecked his hole ... he came as I was sucking and biting his neck. I didn't last much longer after that ... about 30 seconds later I grabbed the front of his neck with my left hand, squeezed hard, slammed in his ass one last time, and flooded his hole. For the first time for me, I pulled out of his ass and saw blood on my dick, and I knew it wasn't mine. I pulled the tie from his mouth and had him suck my dick clean. No talk about status or condoms. Haha he was definitely late returning to work, hopefully he didn't get in trouble for that. Damn, I'm hard and horny to fuck his ass again after typing this!

Last week, I met up with a sexy 25 y/o bottom boy who had been craving for my load for a while. Got to his place and it wasn't long before we were naked and rock hard. He sucked me while I was rimming him, and I entered him without any other lube. He started by riding my cock, then I flipped him on his back and threw him a nice, deep fuck. We fucked for a good half hour, making out as I plowed him, getting very sweaty in the process. He eventually started to beg for my load, and it made me cum not long after. It was one of the most intense orgasms I've had in a LONG time (I hadn't jerked off for a couple of days before that, so it probably helped!). He kept every single drop inside him. Definitely looking forward to fuck that cumslut again soon

As a bottom, I enjoy the moment that a top changes from fucking for fun to fucking for cum, especially the guys who start there and go all out without giving a fuck whether I am even enjoying it or not (Hint, I am). As a top, it's similar, but from my side, it's that moment when I've tuned him out almost completely, he's no longer a person, he has no voice, no thoughts, no feelings, when he has blurred out, only my cock and his ass remain, and it's a simple matter of exploring it's depths until I lose control and flood his hole.

I really get off on being watched while I'm getting fucked and sucking cock. It started when I was young and just able to go into bars. I went into a leather bar on a very hot night, so I went in shirtless and sat at the bar. It wasn't long before a beer appeared before me. I looked across the bar and two rough looking guys in chaps and harnesses nodded at me and raised their beers. I smiled back at them and drank the beer they had sent over. I had gone in there with every intention of getting my ass fucked so I was happy when these guys came over and sat on each side of me. After I said hi and thanked them for the beer,we talked and before I knew it they had another two beers down me. I was feeling pretty good and both had their hands all over me. One slid his hand down my back, under my jeans and was feeling my ass crack eventually working his way to my hungry hole, I didn't resist and worked my ass back on the stool so he could finger my hole, which he quickly did. He looked at me and said "we were hoping you were a bottom" which I confirmed. I expected them to ask me to go home with them, but instead they asked me to come with them. I went with them downstairs where there was another dimly lit bar area. There were lots of guys down there, some were naked, I saw some guys were getting sucked, which got me excited. The two guys that took me down there smiled at me and one started kissing me while the other was taking off my shoes and my jeans so i was completely naked. I didn't resist and my cock got immediately erect. The guys both took out their cocks and I got on my knees and sucked on both of them. They got real hard, lifted me up, bent me over and took turns fucking my ass raw in front of everyone. Because I was new, it attracted a bunch of the guys down there to come over and watch. I thought it would be awkward, but instead it really turned me on and I loved having all those guys watch me taking both of their loads. I ended up sucking a lot more cocks down there that night and took a few more loads in my ass before the place close. Ever since that night I have been a real exhibitionist bare backer.

I was the last person I expected to see on Grindr. I barely ever hooked up, just never had the urge...sure the app was there, but I rarely even felt bored enough or horny enough for that matter to open it up and take a look. Today was a different story to say the least. I was so ridiculously fucking horned up, it came out of nowhere. Ever since waking up with a hard on and some fuzzy memory of a dirty dream I couldn't quite recall...I just needed to get some cock. So I opened Grindr up. The options felt endless from the ample supply of hot guys but the first one to message me was of course going to win this ass and within moments a sexy pic of a latin looking guy with defined abs but a slim build popped up with a greeting. Him: Need ass. Now. Me: Direct, huh? I kinda need that right now. Him: Distance looks close, you in the Hilton hotel by any chance? Me: Fuck, must be a lucky night..yeah, want me to come to your room? Him: Yeah, lights will be off, door unlocked. Come on in and get naked. Me: Hot dude, see ya in 5. Him: Oh yea...you ever do it raw? Me: Meh...try not too, though I've been guilty of it at times. Neg and trying to keep it that way. Him: Nah, that's cool. You sound like you're careful, think I could hit it bare man? I don't mind pulling out if you swallow. Me: I dunno. How big are you? Last guy with this fucking huge dick nut in my ass twice without me knowing cuz his cock was so big and he blew it in so deep was like two hours after he left his loads came out. He said he was neg and that's the only reason he just stayed in. Him: Just come over. We'll talk. It was cleaned out and walking down the hall to his room door when I noticed a short muscled latin guy opening the exact same room number and heading inside into the dark interior. I tilted my head confused, the Latino dude was fucking hot but not the one I talked to. Opening the door I saw the two of them already by the bed, the guy I chatted with was already naked, cock rock hard and Grindr still up on his tablet. The other one had whipped his dick out and was stroking it from his white shorts. "Um..double booked hook ups?" I laughed coming into the room and closing the door behind me. "Yeah, kinda just horned as fuck and was thinking someone might flake," he admitted, "But you're both here, hot." "You a top too?" I asked the other latin guy I didn't know. "Yeah, just trying to get a quick nut out and go back to the gym," he was already sporting a full boner as well. "Come here," the host said. I drew in and he reached up to pull my head down to his uncut cock. I got onto my knees on the bed pulling off my jeans at the same time but left on my wife beater as I serviced his dick. The other guy got behind me rubbing and squeezing my ass cheeks as he watched me begin to deep throat the host's hung shaft. It wasn't thick, just a good and long. Lube was poured onto my hole. I figured the studly jock was going to use my ass instead of the host's since it was already up in the air, and that was fine by me. The fat head of a cut dick pressed against my hole trying to open me up. I popped the cock I had been sucking on out of my mouth to turn back and look at the guy behind me. No condom was on his thick dick. "Man, sorry I don't really take it raw," I apologized. He groaned a bit in disappointment as he stroked his lubed cock. "I don't have any condoms, do you guys?" He asked. I shook my head and turned back to sucking, the host shrugged. "Maybe just jerk off and pop the head in every now and again til you cum all over his back?" The guy I was sucking suggested. I was too busy trying to not choke on his shaft which was halfway down my throat, and it didn't sound all bad. That also seemed to satisfy the guy behind me for his dick was up against my sphincter once more pressing to get inside. He stroked his cock quickly and teased the head of his dick against my ass without going inside for a few minutes longer. He stroked it powerfully with quick movements back and forth until the words popped out of his mouth: "Fuck, gonna cum!" he gasped and jammed his cock into my ass without warning. I wanted to gasp in shock, but the other sweet cock was once again fully down my throat and he had both hands gripping my hair to keep me in place for his pleasure. The fat cock being plowed into my hole pumped a few thick warm squirts of jizz into me, just barely an inch or two inside. The guy fucking me pulled out slightly and then drove it once more, and with the cum as lube he flew balls deep instantly with more jets of steamy spunk lining my insides. I tried to move my legs or ass to get him off but both his hands were already on the lower half of my back and pinned me easily onto the bed until he finished seeding me. "Damn, that's exactly what I needed," he commented in relief as he pulled up his shorts and tucked away his slick cock and promptly left the room. I was allowed to come up for air finally and gulped down appreciatively trying to breath and struggle with what just happened. "Looks like you need these," the remaining guy commented. It was poppers. I shrugged a bit but he had slid off the side of the bed and made his way behind me and back onto the bed before long. I realized he wanted to get the hole that was promised. "Man, I don't know...he might've been poz and just drilled it in me," I laid on my stomach not looking back. "Can't change that, but I still have some balls that gotta be emptied," he said, his cock was already pushing inside me as he lowered his body right onto mine, spreading my legs apart as his put more of his cock in. I quickly opened the poppers and inhaled deeply and urgently. My hole ached from the force and thickness of the first guy but now this one was way fucking longer. The effects of the poppers hit me instantly, and boy was I glad, cuz he was only half way inside and I wasn't sure I could take anymore until right then. I sighed relaxing, and just giving in to letting my hole be used. I felt like it was all they wanted from me anyway was a warm boy cunt to breed. So, I'd just be his bitch and not think about it. I hit the poppers again. "Damn boy, you really know how to open up," he was already piston fucking me so hard I was bouncing up off the mattress slightly. I couldn't believe it, "I'm going to cum in you at least twice before you go fucker." I wondered if I had finally gotten in over my head and was not walking out of this one with a neg hole.... To be Continued....

Part II I cannot remember much of the drive from my home to Perseus video. The first conscious thought was seeing the sign and then hearing the crunch of the tires as I pulled into the rough, gravel parking light. After turning the car off, I sat in the car. I could hear the pounding of my heart in my ears, as I debated should I just drive off or obey daddy. The deciding factor was the sexual high in my body. I had finally just taken a raw cock and loved it. How could I not go further? Obeying Daddy has just given me the best sexual experience in my life. With much fear I opened the door and gingerly walked into the rundown building. I was greeted by a room filled with adult videos, toys, and a small looking man behind the counter. Looking at me as I walked up, he smiled and said, "Theater?". I nodded and nervously handed him the $10 dollars. He then pointed me to a small door at the other end of the room after giving me a card. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and entered a new universe. I entered a completely different world. A world of shadows, sounds, and touch. It was not a theater in the traditional sense. This was not a room of one huge screen with many chairs. Instead , there was a small lighted path on the floor that lead to many small walled off tv areas, each showing adult movies. As my eyes adjusted, I moved to each one noticing the rundown outdoor furniture in each area. The first room had several people, including a couple watching the straight porn on the big tv. I did not think Daddy wanted that for me so I moved deeper and deeper into the labyrinth. Finally, I reached the end of the path and faced a room to my left and right. The room to the right was playing shemale porn, which did not appeal to me. I then moved to my left into a hidden room with three chairs. The TV was showing a young man kneeling in front a mature man sucking on his thick cock. Immediately , I blushed thinking I was just doing that, and with that thought, I entered into the room. Out of the darkness a shadow spoke to me and said, "Come closer, I won't bite." I walked towards the shadow. The shadow gave way to a pot-bellied man sitting on a coach. He patted the spot next to him gesturing for me to sit down. I meekly complied and stared numbly towards the TV. I was soon lost in the TV watching the boy inhale the cock. Soon, I felt a hand travel up my thigh gently rubbing up and down. A gasp escaped my mouth as my cock hardened to the touch. The stranger continued stroking me through my pants. Soon, I heard him whisper, "Stand up and come closer to me". I stood up before him. He responded by rubbing his hands up and down my chest. Soon, his hands went below my shirt and his fingers were playing with my nipples. My head slumped back in pleasure in response to his rough, erotic touch. His hands drifted south and soon my shorts were undone falling to my ankles. Fear shot through my mind as I realized was being stripped in a public place. Before I could say something, the shadow man spoke: "Daddy loves your pink panties..they look so good on you boy. You are going to be a great boy for daddy." I had forgotten that I was wearing panties, and now despite my fears, I had found another Daddy. My body was afire with lust due to his touch, and now as he stroked my cock through the panties, I could only moan. Soon the panties were on the floor and the Daddy took my cock into his mouth. He sucked cock like a master, using his hands to play with my balls and ass. My moans started to attract attention. I sensed another man behind me and soon felt a hot whisper in my ear, "Boy, you look so hot..." I felt lips kiss the back of my neck, and a finger gently probe my mouth. As I moaned it, the finger forced it's way in. I imagined the finger was a cock and sucked on it while the Daddy expertly sucked my cock. The man behind me moved closer to me, and soon I felt his rock hard cock pressing through his pants against my ass. Such stimulation was to much, I moaned I was going to cum, and then immediately everything changed.. Daddy stopped sucking immediately and stood up. He looked at me, put his hands on my shoulders gently pressing me towards him. I was being bent over towards the Daddies throbbing cock. My mouth open in anticipation and soon Daddy thrust his hard cock into my mouth. As I sucked on Daddies cock, I felt a hot, wet tongue on my ass. The man behind me started rimming me and rubbing his hands all over my ass. I moaned around the cock, as I felt a tongue and fingers open up my ass. How could it get better? Soon, I heard the man say I was ready for more. More was a hard, cock probing the outside of my ass. I felt it rub up and down my ass. I gave into lust, reach back while sucking cock, and parted my ass... The bear's cock (he turned out to be a hairy man) slipped much easier into my ass than my 1st daddy's cock. My inner ring relaxed quickly and I soon felt the familiar full feeling of a cock deep inside me. My hips bucked to his , and we developed a motion of my ass meeting his thrusts while my head moved to suck the cock of the daddy before me. I felt the strong grip of the bear's hands on my hips, guiding his cock to impale me deeper and deeper. The daddy's hands were on my head, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. To increase the stimulation, the daddy forced a brown bottle of poppers under my nose forcing me to breathe again and again. The poppers broke through the remaining barrier of my defenses and I sucked cock with abandon while moaning for the bear's cock to get deeper and deeper. This continued until Daddy's ball got hard and soon I felt his cock shot stream after stream of hot man cream deep in my mouth. Daddy whispered to me " Take my cum boy..drink it..swallow my seed boy.." I could not refuse.. Behind me, the bear thrust deeper and deeper. I could not believe the pleasure of being fucked and could only moan for him to fuck me harder. The Daddy forced me to take more poppers, and the lust they unleashed changed me life.. "Please breed me..Please fill me with your cum." The bear continued to fuck me, but now his grip changed. He got closer to me kissing my neck and whispering my in my ear: "Do you want my charged cum boy?" The words hit my brain, but again fate intervened before I could process it. The Daddy put the poppers back under my nose and as I breathed them he seductively spoke to me: "Take his cum boy..Take it..a good boy always pleases his Daddy..take his cum for Daddy". How could I refuse Daddy? How could I say no to this wonderful cock fucking me? "Yes, yes..breed me..fill me with your poz seed....just fuck me..fuck me and poz me" Those words came from my mouth again and again as the bear fucked me. The bear grabbed me tighter and tighter until I could barely breathe. Sweat from our bodies mixed together as his cock relentlessly thrust in and out.. "Take my seed boy..take it.." he shouted as his cock swelled. I felt it throb and a hot wetness penetrate deep into my ass.. I moaned in pleasure as I felt the bear convulse as his cock shot more and more of his poz seed into me.. Finally, the bear stopped and just rested on my back, his cock nestled deep inside me. He kissed my back, while whispering that I was a good boy. The Daddy kissed my forehead, and told me he was so proud of me. The bear wearily withdrew from me and my body reacted to the emptiness. My body was still on fire and wanted more cock.. Then as I looked back, I saw more shadows and Daddy said, "Who is next?" Another bear stepped up and said " I have what he is looking for.."..

A fling out of time 2. I pulled up my shorts, and made my way back to the dirt path, following it deeper into the parkway, exploring how far back it went. Must have gone about half a mile from my previous position (where I found the box boy and the professional guy) and saw a few caves and once again guys cruising and a few having sex in the underbrush. A group of bears were having their way with a twenty something brunette over a downed tree, I walked closer to see them spit roasting the poor guy, although upon closer inspection he was backing up onto their cocks and slurping down the ones offered to his mouth, obviously a willing participant in the action. A tall burly bear motioned me over and like a moth drawn to a flame I found myself moving closer and closer. I was just within reach of a hot cub on the fringes of the crowd, and the cub reached out and stroked my exposed nipple, the touch was electrifying and I felt myself move closer and soon had the cub and an otter pawing over me stroking my cock and caressing my ass, the cub dropped to his knees and began sucking my cock as the otter begins to suck on my nipples and kissing my lips, a bear comes up behind me and slips his hand down the back of my pants and begins fingering my hole. I began to melt under the assault on my erroneous zones and before I knew it the bear had started rimming my tight hole and fingering it roughly before bending me over a bit and sliding his cock into my slippery hole. He slid in and out slowly at first while the cub sucked my cock and the otter fed me his cock to distract me from the pounding I was about to receive, I was getting fucked by a stranger raw and for some reason I didn’t care, the stimulation was too great and I was lost in the moment. The bear didn’t last long after he started savagely pounding my hole then exclaimed “Oh yeah take my dirty load, take my nut, oh yeah boy I’m going to own you now” I blasted my load into the cub’s mouth just about the time the otter filled mine. The bear pulled out and joined the other bears who were finishing up with the guy they were pounding over the tree, his eyes suddenly didn’t seem so cooperative once he heard my bear exclaim he had a dirty load and began trying to disengage himself from the orgy. He wiggled free and stood upright cursing that they had indicated they were all negative, as he collected his clothes and quickly dressed and began to walk off towards the caves. I moved away and followed him upon pulling my shorts up, my ass leaking the bears cum making a wet spot on my shorts in the back. I found him in the nearest cave entrance sobbing “Hey dude its ok” “No it’s not, they all said they were clean and disease free” Now I wasn’t born yesterday and I knew what he meant and it was beginning to sink in what had just transpired 50 yards away “Dude he was fucking me when he blew his load, I should be the one to be upset here” “No you don’t understand he had bred me twice before you showed up” “Oh shit, maybe he was just talking trash, maybe he didn’t lie about being negative” “Doesn’t matter, my boyfriend will find out, he works at the clinic on campus” “Not one to meddle but you were out here getting pounded by a group of bears” “My bf is a total bottom, so he sort of looks the other way when I get the urge to bottom myself, he just doesn’t know I like it raw outside our relationship, even then it is once in a blue moon he lets me fuck him raw” I began laugh but caught myself “Dude tell ya what follow me back to my apartment and I have some PeP you can use till you can get to the free clinic off campus to get tested or your own meds” I am normally a very safe guy but I had stockpiled some post exposure meds just in case of a accidental exposure and it looked like I was going to need to use it on myself. “By the way I’m Ted, your savior for the day” “Ha ha I’m David my hero, you are so sweet” We started walking towards the dirt path and realized the bear gathering was still where we left them, so I bid a quiet retreat and lead David back towards the caves “I’ve done some cave exploring and these caves should be interconnected so let’s make our way to a cave farther down away from those bears” We entered the nearest cave and I used my cell to light the way as well as the GPS mapping to keep us from getting lost. We wandered in and out of several pathways and found ourselves deeper into the cave than I really wanted to go. We turned a corner and I detected a source of light, although my senses told me it was in the wrong direction I steered David that way, soon we could see the opening and the bright light streaming in. we quickened our pace, but about 50 feet from the opening we both experience a sudden chill and the light quality changed unexpectantly then back again. But the chill remained As we exited the cave we were greeted by a thunderstorm, although it was warm and sunny, with no clouds in the sky when we entered the cave system. I checked my cell phone and not only did I not have any service but no GPS data. Strange it seemed that the satellites had suddenly disappeared. We wandered out to find that the path had also disappeared to be replaced with a thick undergrowth in its place. I had no idea where we were and was about to turn around and retreat back to the cave when we heard voices coming over from yonder. It was a couple young men riding through on gallant steeds in what could only be described as medieval garb. They also spoke a English dialect almost undiscernible to us. We crouched down as they passed not wanting to interrupt whatever game they were playing, although the costumes looked authentic. After they passed we made our way back to the cave and went back the best we could remember the way we had come. Once again about 50 feet from the entrance we experienced the strange light shift and the temperature shift as well. Suddenly my cell phone had service and GPS data again. We found our way out and made our way down the dirt path back to the paved parkway path.

MAN! I don't know many bottoms who could resits that sexiness. The minute his raw head rubs your hole it's game over - Top winner. I think all bottoms love that, "Just let me put the head in. Let me see how it feels." FUCK YEAH! We all know it feels damn good. We all love that sexy talk, that "asking" to fuck you...then delivering a load as if by accident. Story had me fucking hard and leaking - Fuck Me, Man! I need a load.

Chapter 10: Friday Main Event David Johnson removed his coat and handed it to one of the other men. Then his tie and shirt. His dark skin made his muscular chest even more captivating. He unbuckled his belt and then stepped behind Calvin and I so we could see him in the mirror. He made eye contact with us through the mirror as he unzipped his pants. His pants parted as his heavy black dick pushed it’s way to freedom. As I’ve said. I have a slutty past. I’ve been fucked by too many guys to mention. And I’ve never seen a dick this big. I know it sounds like bad porn but it is true. I’m no virgin but that thing terrified me. It would really rip up an ass. He stepped out of his pants, now standing - naked, hard, and proud, behind us. His dick was close to a foot long, cut, and — again, I know this sounds like a bad porn cliche — as thick as a coke can He chuckled as both of our eyes widened in fear. He was incredibly sexy, and not just his dick. His tall, chiseled body. His face that could have been on a model. His confidence… he stood completely naked in a restroom with five other men and there was not the slightest hint of reservation or embarrassment. He walked around to my face. “You had better get me pretty wet. It will still hurt when I fuck you but it might make it slightly easier.” He didn’t ask if I wanted it… he just knew I would no matter how terrified that monster was. I obediently took his head into my mouth and worked my way down his shaft. My lips were stretched around him and it was a struggle to keep my mouth wide enough to not scrape him with my teeth. He pushed through my mouth and and further. Hitting my throat. I gagged. He pushed through it. Deeper. My eyes were watering. Deeper. 
I couldn’t breathe. My face turning red. “Relax.” He said. He pulled my chin up so i was looking up to his face. “You can take it.” He didn’t pull back. Just held in place as my throat convulsed around him. And I wanted to take him. I really did but my body continued to convulse. My throat filled with mucous and spit, trying to dislodge the invader. He pushed deeper. Tears were running down my face. Click. The giant man stood nearby with a phone taking pictures with a phone. “God, that’s hot.” My vision was blurred. I felt light headed. about to pass out. At last he pulled back out and I gasped for air. My body sagged and the stocky man had to hold me up. Mr. Johnson walked behind me. Giving his shaft a few tugs. “You ready for this? I’m going to change your world.” I could only nod. I could’t speak yet. His dick found my hole. It clenched against him. The slapped my ass, hard. “Open up, bitch.” Pressure. His dick pressing against my battered sphincter. His hands found my shoulders, pulling me back to meet his hard cock. 
Pressure. My ass straining. Wanting him. Wanting to block him. Pressure. My hole shivering. Surrendering. Stretching. Pain! Oh god, the pain. His pushing dick, my sphincter defeated, unable to stop him as thrust back and forth. Pushing himself deeper with each downward stroke. “Mmmm. Look at that white ass dancing around my prick. Now that’s beautiful.” Click. More pictures. His dick in my ass. Pictures of me, bent over and taking him. Pictures of my face in the mirror as I watched him using me, dominating my ass. Then, suddenly, he pulled back and I felt empty. Click. Pictures of my hole. I could only image how stretched out it was. I shuddered, my body weak. Mr. Johnson was behind Calvin now. Calvin’s head was turned around. A look of absolute terror. He wasn’t pulling away, however, and held his ass lined up with the black dick that was about to enter him. Calvin made a sound that I cannot describe as Mr. Johnson pushed into him. It was barely human. It was fear, and pain, and need, and pleading all in one. From my position, i couldn’t see much but I could make out that the bulbous head was inside and the shaft slowly sliding inside. Click. Click. Click. Calvin’s turn to be photographed now. I’m not sure if he was even aware. Nothing else existed for him at that moment but his ass and that big dick. I watched. A growing sense of jealousy coming over me. I wanted that dick back inside me. I needed it to. I raised my ass back up, spreading my cheeks and making my offering of myself clear. A chuckle. Mr. Johnson pulled out of Calvin and stepped over to me. Pushing back in. The pain still incredible but I pushed back. Meeting his thrust. Feeling him pound harder. Sink deeper. He still wasn’t all the way inside but was continuing toward that goal. Calvin leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues entwined in an uncontrollable lust. And then, emptiness again. The dick back to Calvin. His breathing ragged as he tried to get it all the way inside. Calvin’s fingers in my hair, pulling as our lips and tongues battled. A sound of despair as Mr. Johnson pulled out of him again. Back to me. Pushing in deeper than before. How much farther? I had no idea. But I knew I wanted him in me balls deep. Thrusting deeper. Then back to Calvin. Back to me. Back and forth he moved. Stretching us both out. All the while the sound of the click of a camera on a phone. I can’t say how long it lasted. Time had no meaning. The only respite he gave us is when he moved back and forth between us. Allowing us to catch our breath before returning. Then, at last, I felt them. Slap. Slap. In time with his thrusts. His balls hitting my ass. He was in all the way. I had done it. A moment later, he went back to Calvin and the sound repeated. We had both taken him all the way. Back to me. I moaned like a bitch in heat. I wanted his load. I wanted him to cum inside me and never stop. His dick was impossibly hard as he rearranged my guts. He was grunting now. “I’m ruining your ass, white boy.” He said. “You may never feel satisfied by a smaller dick again.” Back to Calvin. “You two are going to be haunting every bar, every street corner, every park… just looking to feel satisfied again.” “I don’t care.” Calvin moaned. “This feels so good, please don’t stop. Please.” Ignoring the plea, Mr. Johnson moved back to me. His breathing was ragged. “Are you ready, white boy? You ready for me to change your world for good? Your hole is so ragged, I’m going to charge you up for sure.” “Please, give it to me.” I begged. “Give me your load. I want it. I want your bug!” Thrusting. Harder. Grip tightening. Dick swelling, and then…. “Take it then, you stupid bitch. Take my dirty seed and get what you deserve.” 
His dick spasmed and pulsed deep inside me as he I pushed back against him to keep him tight in me but he pushed me forward and slid out. Back to Calvin. Still hard, he continued to thrust. I turned to watch. The dark skin of his legs and thighs stretched tight as he delivered the final thrusts and fired the rest of his load deep inside Calvin. “Oh fuck!” Mr Johnson cried. “Take it, pretty boy. Take my load in your cunt.” Calvin just kept repeating “Thank you” over and over again. Mr. Johnson pulled out, and put his dick into Calvin’s mouth. Calvin hungrily sucked and got the monster as deep in his throat as he could. Mr. Johnson pulled out and calmly got dressed. The stocky man moved behind us and began to lick and finger our holes. “Time to go.” Mr. Johnson said and the stocky man stepped away leaving us both still bent over the counter. Within minutes the four men were gone. Calvin and I sagged to the floor. We sat next to each other, feeling the cum slowly drip out of our asses, not saying a word. We both looked up as the door opened. Somehow I wasn’t surprised to see Dan walk in. He looked at us and laughed. “Looks like you boys had fun.” He came closer and knelt down next to me. He reached out and slipped three fingers into my hole. My hole was so lose I barely noticed them. “Hmmm… Not as tight as you used to be.” He laughed. “Your hole has been thoroughly wrecked. Still want another fuck from me.” I nodded but said nothing. “Not today, obviously. I doubt that stretched out hole would even get me off. Need to let you rest up a bit. Plus… there is one more thing you need to do.” I looked at him blankly. “You said you were married. The next time I fuck you, I want your husband there. I want to fuck him as well.” He dropped a piece of paper in my lap. “There is my number. Call me when the arrangements are made. Oh… and you two look like shit. i would just leave by the back door… people are going to talk if they see you in your current state.” And he was gone. I sat on the cold bathroom tiles my mind slowly starting to think again. How in the hell was I going to get Thomas to agree to a three way? Let alone talk him into getting fucked… small dick or not, he considered himself a “total top”.

Chapter 7: A Bad Morning “What the hell is going on with you, Stephen?” I looked up from my breakfast. Thomas looked tired. He had tossed and turned all night after our latest fight. “Nothing. Why?” I asked. He sighed and looked out the window. “Lately. You’ve been… different. Distant.” I had a sinking feeling in my stomach but put on my best innocent face. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “Is there something wrong at work?” “No. Work is going well.” Images of my lunchtime rendezvous flickered through my mind. I felt myself getting hard just thinking about it. I forced my thoughts back to Thomas as he sat at the chair across our table. “You’ve been complaining about everything around here recently. Like you don’t want to be be here anymore. Like you don’t want to be with me anymore.” “I really don’t know what you are talking about.” I lied. “Talk to me, Stephen.” The plea in his voice broke my heart. “Is there something wrong? Is there … is there someone else?” I wanted to tell him. I wanted to come clean. But I couldn’t. Maybe I’m just a coward, undeserving of him anyway. “I can’t believe you are asking me that. i can’t believe you have so little trust in me.” I stood up, put my dishes in the sink, and grabbed my jacket. I had to get out of the house! “Stephen.. please…” “I’ve got to go. I’ll be late for work.” I’m sure I heard a quiet sob behind me. I wanted to stop. But I couldn’t I couldn’t tell him what was going on. Traffic was a nightmare and that did nothing for my mood. I was late getting to the office and sat in my car for five minutes minutes to calm myself before going in. Calvin was busy at his desk and I gave him a perfunctory “good morning” as I walked by. “Stephen…” Calvin called. “Jack was looking for you. He said to tell you to be in his office by 9:30 AM.” Jack. My boss. The boss who had anonymously fucked me a couple days earlier. It was already 9:20 so I dropped my briefcase and jacket at my desk and hurried to Jack’s office. He looked up as I knocked on his door. “Stephen.” His look was dark. “Come in and close the door behind you.” Shit. This couldn’t be good. I sat in the chain in front of his desk. He pulled out a manilla folder. “Stephen. Do you like working here?” “Yes, Jack. I think this is a great company and we have a great team.” He nodded. “Your performance has, in the past, been exemplary. Recently, however, I’ve received complaints from other employes.” He opened the folder and reviewed the contents. “Long lunches and other periods when you are away from your desk. “The renovation team has been working above my office a lot. The noise can give me a headache so I’ve had to take a few breaks from my desk.” That was, of course, true. Just not the whole truth. “And tardiness. You were late again this morning, I believe.” “Yes. i got caught in traff…” He waved his hand and cut me off. “I’m not looking for excuses. And there is another thing…” He seemed uncomfortable as he continued. “You know I don’t care about your personal life… I have nothing against gay people. I have friends who are gay.” Suddenly I couldn’t breathe. “But… “ he continued. “When it affects your work. When it affects this company and our image… well… I have to take notice.” He pulled another sheet of paper and pushed it towards me. It was an print out of a webpage. “Cum slut looking for loads” the headline read. I glanced through the print out. $20 for a blow job, $40 for a fuck. There were two pictures in the ad. One was a close up of a guy at a gloryhole with a dick in his mouth. The second picture he was bent over a sink with a dick up his ass. You couldn’t see the top in either picture but, despite the pictures being a bit blurry like a still taken from a video, my face was clearly visible in both. The text of the ad gave the company address and referenced an open door in the alley. So this was the ad that Dan had been posting about me. “What in the hell were you thinking?” Jack asked. “You have embarrassed this company. You have embarrassed me and the rest of the team. Senior management wants you gone.” I said nothing. What could I say. He seemed to grow more upset as the moments ticked by. 
“Well? What you you have to say for yourself?” “Nothing.” “Nothing?” And then I realised that I was not quite powerless. ““Actually just one thing. If you don’t want employees turning tricks in the building, maybe you shouldn’t be there fucking them.” His face was expressionless. “What are you talking about?” “Wednesday.” I said, suddenly contemptuous. “You sure seemed to enjoy fucking me here then. It sounded like it anyway when you told me you were cumming.” “You dare accuse me of such a thing?” He seemed smug. He thought he held all the cards. “Do you think anyone is going to believe you?” I gestured to the pictures. I hoped to hell he wasn’t the person who had put up the cameras… it had to be Dan. “Look at the room where those were taken. You recognize it don’t you? Do you think I’m the only one who was visible on these videos? Won’t take much more proof than that.” His face went pale and I breathed a sigh of relief. I had him. “So I suggest you come up with a story for senior management. Maybe you can tell them that some disgruntled former employee used photoshop to try to embarrass the company. Surely that is at least as likely as a current employee turning tricks on his lunch hour.” it was Jack’s turn to sit and say nothing. i could see the gears turn in his head but his face turned paler. He believed he was caught. I didn’t have any videos, of course, but he had no way to know that. I stood up and smiled. “You know, Jack. I never knew you were gay. Guess it explains a lot though.” He blushed. He was kind of cute, I decided. For a closet case. “And don’t worry… if you do a good job at convincing senior management, I wouldn’t mind letting you have another go at my ass. I’m guessing you wouldn’t mind it either.” I turned and left him sitting, pale and silent, in his office.

Chapter 6: In The Middle The door to the men’s room opened… I didn't even bother to stop or slow down. This was feeling really good. After a minute or so, the newcomer knocked on my stall. I unlatched it and let him in. The newcomer was another stranger. His light brown skin and dark hair suggested latino and I guessed Mexican. His polo shirt was stretched over his broad shoulders and big chest. He was a stocky but not fat… the kind of body you associate with someone who played football in high school or college and still works out. He must have been about 6’3” or 6’4” and I the stall felt crowded with the two of us. Like my first trick, he wasn’t dressed like anyone from the office or the work crew. He stepped behind me, rubbing his cock through his jeans as he watched me thrust through the gloryhole. He stepped closer, pinning me between his body and the partition. His body was firmer than I had expected and I felt myself press back against him. I could feel his dick hardening quickly against my ass through his jeans. “Give it to him good.” He whispered into my ear before giving my earlobe a quick nibble. His hand was on my naked, flexing ass. He groped me as I continued fucking the unseen ass in the next stall. The newcomers fingers drifted into my crack and then pushed through my own lubed rosebud. I reached back with one hand and unzipped his jeans. My hand twisted into his fly and fished out his hard dick. Uncut, as I had expected, and thick. I pulled his foreskin back and his head flared out. He had an impressive set of balls that hung like weights beneath his hard cock. “Let’s move out of the stall.” He said. A disappointed groan sounded in the next stall as I pulled out of his ass. Truth be told, i was a little disappointed as well. I exited my stall and waited by the sink where there was more room. The newcomer tapped his fingers against the partition. “Come on out, man.” He called to the unseen man. “We can play out here.“ He played absently with his dick, still hard and protruding from his open jeans, as he walked over to stand next to me. The stall door opened and the first man came out. He was younger, maybe 21, and looked like one of the twinks from Euro porn. He still wore his t-shirt although he was naked from the waist down. His dick was small but hard. The newcomer gave him a quick slap on the ass. “Lean against the sink and put your ass out.” The twink obeyed and the newcomer rubbed his dick in the twink’s crack for a moment before pushing in. The twink groaned in response and seemed pleased to get a dick, any dick, back inside. “Nice hole.” The larger man said, thrusting a couple times. “But I paid good money to fuck this whore.” His head nodded vaguely in my direction but I let the term slide by. He pulled out of the twink’s ass. The twink made an exasperated noise which earned him another quick slap on the ass. The newcomer grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to stand behind the bent over twink. “Why don't you get back inside his pussy??” I obeyed and slid my dick back into the twink hole. His ass gripped my shaft tightly as if to ensure I didn’t pull out again. The newcomer stood behind me, his dick still springing from his open jeans, and pushed on my back to bend me over on top of the twink. "Te voy a meter la verga." His dick quickly found my hole and, in one long and hard thrust, plowed through my resistance and deep into my guts. “That’s what you like, isn’t it puta?” He laughed. Puta… spanish for whore. “Yeah!” I moaned. He even fucked like a football player. Aggressive. Plain. Rough. Dominant. As far as he was concerned, he owned my ass right now. And that really turned me on. He slammed hard into my hole, each time impact pushing me forward to impale the twink. We were all grunting and groaning. The big man was swearing in spanish into my ear but I didn’t understand most of it. The twink was jacking himself off beneath me and I could feel his ass tightening even more around my meat. My dick was painfully hard and my balls were rising. I couldn’t hold off anymore. My dick spasmed and my load began to shoot deep inside his guts. The twink came a moment later, his ass spasming around my dick. My top, however, was not done and kept drilling my ass, kept pushing me into the twink hole. I was spent, my dick sensitive, my ass getting sore. The Mexican kept his thrusts. Hard. Deep. Again. And Again. “Here it comes, baby.” He finally said. “I’m going to knock you up good! Toma mi polla como un hombre!" His arms were around me, and around the twink, pulling the three of us tightly together. The muscles in his arms and chest tensed and his breath caught. He suddenly stopped thrusting and his weight sagged against me. I had to struggle to keep from crushing the twink. It took the top a minute to catch his breath and then he pulled out of my ass. I could feel his cum dripping out of my hole and down my balls. He pulled me to stand up and then snapped his fingers for the twink. “Come here” Once the twink was out from beneath me, the second man bent me back down and pushed the twink’s face into my ass. The twink quickly began licking up the leaking cum, diving his tongue into my ass to capture any more. I squirmed around him eager tongue. The top then had us change places and I found myself hungrily eating my own load from the twink’s cute butt and hole. I finished by licking the cum from both of their dicks then sat down on the cold floor to catch my breath. The big man zipped up his pants but the twink sat down beside me and rested his head against my chest. He was cute and I put my arm around his shoulders and held him close. “Thanks, puta.” The newcomer called out as he opened the door. “That was a good fuck. Might look you up the next time you have an ad online…. but you really should find someplace else than an office. Someone will find that alley door you left unlatched.” Then he was gone. So Dan was advertising my “services” online now? And leaving a door open somewhere for my “customers” to come into the building. The twink was alternating between stoking my spent dick and playing with my hole while my body recuperated. “Are you really a whore?” He asked suddenly. I paused. “It’s complicated. Did you see an ad about me online?” “No.” “I’m not trying to pry, just curious… how did you get in the building?” “Well… my Dad works here. In the offices downstairs” “Your Dad?… “ My face must have gone as white as a sheet. Shit! Whose son had I just fucked? If it was one of my bosses, and he found out, it might get ugly. “Yeah… he wants me to get an internship here this summer and said to come by this afternoon. I’m in college but he wants me to get ‘real world’ experience. I was a bit bored so I wandered around and came in here.” “Um…so, who’s your Dad?” The twink was blushing. “Mark Merritt.” One of the Sales guys and not someone I really knew. The twink must take after his mother because Mark was not much to look at. I was getting hard again from the twink’s attentions… he was very cute and his mouth and ass were very talented. I pulled him close and gave him a little kiss. He seemed to like it. Within a few minutes his mouth was sliding up and down my hard dick again and I was fingering his ass. By the time I got back to my desk, I was 20 minutes late… but the twink’s mouth, his ass, and my cock were all very satisfied I even got his number and we talked about getting together again… as long as he didn’t tell his dad. That was a scene I was not ready for.

Chapter 6: Hump Day Tuesday, however, was a complete bust. I was in the cubicle for my entire lunch hour but no one came in. At one point I heard the outer door of the bathroom open but whoever it was must have chickened out. In the end, I ended up fingering my own hole while I jacked off. God I was frustrated. Wednesday morning my stomach was in knots. Another fight with Thomas the night before had left me sleeping on the couch. It kept finding myself crotch-watching the guys around the office. Ok… like most guys, even married ones, I find my eyes wandering when I’m on the subway or otherwise think I can get away with it. Now I found myself staring at my co-workers a little too openly if you know what I mean. And then there was my assistant Calvin. I swear his pants were just a little too tight today. Stretched tightly around that perky little ass. More than once I found myself caressing my dick through my pants as he walked out of my office. What I’m saying is that I really needed a good fuck. My inner slut had awakened and it seemed it would not be tamed again. Finally it was time to head to my usual spot. I arrived 15 minutes early and noticed that the lights were a lower than the previous days. I would be hard to make out too many features in this light. As I entered my middle stall I realized someone was already in one of the other stalls. Score! I quickly undressed and hung my clothes on the coat hook and pulled out the lube. Dropping to my kneesI could just make out the guy on the other side. He was wearing a suit and it occurred to me that this might be someone from my office. I didn’t care. Putting a finger through the glory hole in the time honored fashion, I indicated I was ready for his dick. I opened the lube so it was ready and set it down by my knees. He quickly fed it to me and I took it eagerly into my mouth. If this was a co-worker, who could it be? I thought of Calvin but he wasn’t wearing a suit… just a white shirt, tie, and slacks. I was very careful not to say anything aloud in case whoever was in the next stall recognised my voice. They were strangely silent as well so I wondered if they had the same thought. This dick was a nice size - I guessed about 6 1/2 inches and cut. It was cut but missile shaped… but head was only slightly larger than the shaft. Nice and thick though so it filled my mouth up nicely as it slid in and out of my mouth. The man smelled of soap and cologne… and it was a cologne i recognised but couldn’t place… but I was more sure than ever that this guy was from the office. He also leaked pre-cum like a drippy faucet. I moaned quietly as I circled his head with my tongue to taste every drop. I took him into my throat and used my muscles there to massage him there. He seemed to like that and grunted appreciatively. My ass was twitching. God I wanted to be fucked. I put a little lube on my fingers and began to circle my rosebud then slipped one then two fingers into my spasming ass. The guy on the other side was thrusting into my throat and I was working two fingers in and out of my ass in sync. And the he stopped and stepped back, pulling his dick out of mouth mouth. I looked through the hole and he stood close to the hole, slowly stroking his shaft. He had a finger near the gloryhole and made a circling motion, front to back. I knew that signal! Oh yes… i knew it. I scrambled around and placed my ass against the partition, lining my hole up carefully with the gloryhole. A moment later I felt that familiar nudging as his dick probed to find its was inside me. I barely restrained a shout of “Yes, fuck me!” His small head slipped inside and slowly, methodically he worked his shaft deeper. Now this was what i needed! I worked my ass around him as he slid in an out. He groaned approvingly again. We heard the outer restroom door open and he stopped, motionless. A new person entered. They tried the first stall, finding it locked, then moved on to the third one. The suited man was still two thirds deep in my ass and holding. I needed him to get back to business. Putting a finger in the second gloryhole, I signalled the second man to give me his dick. A very long - at least nine inches - but thin shaft slid through and I took it in my mouth. I was a bit noisy for a moment to my suited man would know what was going on and that he was ok to continue. He still seemed hesitant so I clenched my ass around him a couple times and backed up to get the rest of him inside. That did the trick and he began thrusting again, hitting my prostate repeatedly. My dick was hard and straining although I wasn’t touching it. The second man was sliding his thin dick deep into my throat and I gagged a little bit. “Come on, bitch, you can take it.” He laughed. I didn’t recognise his voice. Apparently, neither did the suited man because he relaxed a little began grunting again apparently less worried now about being recognized. One dick in my ass and one down my throat, I was in bliss. I hadn’t done this since before I met Thomas. I had missed this feeling of being totally owned and used. No emotion except lust and the thrills of anonymous fucking. Between the two partitions, my mobility was limited. They had to do most of the work in pushing in and out of my holes. I just focused on working my ass and throat muscles to caress their hard cocks and get their loads. The suited man behind me had his hands atop the partition to brace himself as he thrust quickly in and out of my ass. He was very close. I could feel his dick straining but he didn’t stop thrusting as he lost control. 
“I’m cumming! Oh yeah… cumming!!” The suited man yelled. Shit! I did recognize that voice. I knew it well… that was my boss. My boss had just fucked me and unloaded deep in my ass. I wondered if he had meant to say anything or had just lost control in the moment. I felt his spent manhood slowly deflate and slide from my ass. I had stayed quiet so maybe he didn’t know whose mouth and ass he had just used. I kept my attention on the second man who seemed extremely aroused by the sound of my taking the first load. His thin dick was hard as a rock. The suited man, my boss, quickly cleaned himself off and within a couple minutes hurried from the room. He had not meant to say anything, i decided, as was as afraid of being exposed as I was. At the moment, of course, I didn’t care. I just wanted my second load. Now that we were alone, the second man was my focus. I redoubled my attention on dick…. less careful about noise now that he and I were the only people in the room. “Turn around.” He ordered. “Let me get a look at that hole.” “Ok.” I turned around and presented my used hole to him. He slid a finger through my pucker and finger fucked me. “Yeah… you are a slut aren’t you?” “Yeah.” I groaned, my hole still eager for more attention. “Your hole is full of cum,… you like taking it raw do you?” “Yeah… I love the feel of a dick sliding inside me.” I groaned again, riding his finger. “You know how risky that is? You might catch the bug.” “I don’t care. I need it… I just need to be fucked.” He pulled his finger out of my hole but quickly replaced it with his tongue, licking my assring and pushing inside for a moment. “Yeah, you little whore. You liked to get fucked don’t you? Don’t care about the risks?” “Come on, fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.” He put his finger back inside. Then quickly added a second. “You want this dick in you? You want my long dick drilling you? My seed swimming in your guts.” “Yes.. please… please fuck me.” He pulled his fingers out and stood up. “I don’t know.” He laughed. “Maybe I’ll catch something from you.” He pressed his cock again my hole, the pulled back. Again. Teasing me. “Please put it in. Give it to me.” I tried to push back on his dick but he pulled it away again. “Such a pushy little whore aren’t you?” “Please… I’m so horny. I need your dick. I’m begging you.” I didn’t care what he thought of me. He was just a stranger, someone I would never see again… and I had an itch that needed scratching. “Well… since you asked so nicely.” He slid into my hole easily. I was stretched out from the first fuck and his shaft was so thin. He was two thirds of the way in before he met any resistance and he just pushed through that. He was already balls deep. I moaned as his thin nine inched probed me. ‘You like that? Tell me how much…” “That feels so good… you are so deep in me.I haven’t had a dick this deep in years.” He was thin enough that it didn’t hurt at all, just a nice feeling as he pushed deep, deep inside. “You want my load inside your cumwhole? I’m close…” He really seemed to be getting off from treating me like this. It was all too easy to play along. One week earlier I had been a faithful, if frustrated, married man… now I was begging a stranger I couldn’t even see to use me, to cum in me. “Yeah… give me your load. Give it to me.” “Ok, boy, here it comes. I have a Gift for you.” He slammed tight against my ass. I knew he was cumming although couldn’t feel it. He ground in and out a few times. “Let’s make sure it is nice and deep. Make sure my Gift takes. Now thank me for my Gift like a good little pussy boy.” Well… there was little doubt that I had just received me second positive load in a week. I was a little scared but it was too late to back out now. “Thank you, sir. Thank you for fucking and seeding me.” “Good boy. Now clean me up. “ I obediently turned back around and took his dick into my mouth and worshipped it with my mouth. I tugged at my own dick while I savored my own ass juices, and the remnants of the two loads I had taken. A few strokes later, my dick erupted and I shot on the floor, making sure to not get any on the man in the other stall. I waited until he left before leaving the stall. I wanted the fuck to remain anonymous. I wondered who Dan, my stranger who had first brought my slutty side to the surface, had arranged to use me the next day. I couldn’t wait.

Chapter 5: The Week After I was restless all weekend. Thomas and I had a fight on Sunday My fault. I was stressed, and horny, and was rude to him. I don’t remember feeling guilty at the time for cheating on him but, in retrospect, I must have felt it on some level and was acting out. I didn’t tell him anything of course. Monday morning, I left early for work. I was eager. All morning long, I watched the clock. I set two reminders on my phone to make sure I was in place on time for 11:30. I was still productive though… something I have to thank my assistant Calvin for. He was very organised and a hard worker. I found myself watching Calvin as he left my office at one point to work on a report I had assigned him. I had never really though about him as other than an employee but now I found myself tallying up his assets. Dark hair, thin and short, still twinkish although he was in his late twenties. Cute bubble butt. I wasn’t sure if he was gay but I pictured him bent over my desk with my dick pounding away. Beautiful sight. Yes, I am a bottom but now and then there are exceptions. Finally the first reminder went off on my phone and I quickly grabbed my coat. IAs always, I was hard as a rock by the time I reached the men’s room. I sat in the middle stall and closed the door behind me. Someone had drilled gloryholes in the partitions on either side. I doubted those where here a few days ago. I guess whoever was going to be here must want more anonymity. I pulled out my lube and made sure to generously coat my hole this time. And I waited. This was my lunch break but it wasn’t food I was hungry for. I tried to be patient as I sat on the toilet, fingering my hole, trying to keep from blowing my load. But I’m not good at being patient. My break was half over when I finally heard someone enter the bathroom and, after a moments delay, enter the stall on my left. I couldn’t see much of the man who had entered but, from the dirty work pants he wore, he was clearly one of the renovation workers. He didn’t even look through the hole to see what I looked like He just unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick, and stuck it through the hole. I had played at gloryholes before I met Thomas so I knew the score. I leaned over and took him in my mouth. The dick was decent size, perhaps a bit under 6 inches, and uncut. He smelled of sweat and smegma and I backed off him. His dick slid from my mouth. “Hurry up.” He hissed in a heavily accented voice. I thought he might be Eastern European. “I haven’t got all day.” I obediently took his dick back in my mouth, determined to get him off as quickly as possible. I took him deep in my throat and used my muscles there to caress his dick. I was rewarded by him swelling in my throat. He was pushing into the glory hole, and my mouth, hard enough that the partition between us shook. After a moment or two I was finding his scents were exciting me and stretched out my tongue to lick his balls while his dick was pounding my throat. I heard the outer door of the restroom open but neither of us stopped. Someone entered the room and then entered the third cubicle and closed the door. I heard them moving around. I backed off the first dick for a moments breath and glanced around. I could see an eye in the second gloryhole. Watching me. Again I couldn’t see enough to ever identify the man but clearly another of the construction workers. I turned back around to continue taking the cock that was being pounded into my throat. “Yeah. Suck that dick.” The second man said.”God… what a sight.” The Eastern European man was wasting no time and I felt his balls lift up and then fire a couple quick volleys of his seed into my throat. A bit salty and bitter but I savored it and sucked it down. I wanted to lick and clean him up but he pulled back immediately, tucked his softening dick away, and hurried from the room. “Ok… my turn now.” The voice behind me said and I turned around. He had his cut dick out and was stroking it under the partition as he had watched. Now he stood up and put his dick through the drilled hole. The experience of sucking a cut dick is different from an uncut one. The sensitivity is different, the tastes are different, the feeling of the dick in your mouth and throat are different. Well, truth be told, every dick is different and requires a little different approach. This one was a bit shorter but had a very thick head… classic mushroom shape. My ass was twitching and I really wanted to feel that thick head stretching my rosebud apart. So I pulled off and offered. “Nah.” He replied. “I’m not into that. Just suck me off.” I was disappointed but returned his dick to my mouth. He seemed to like it most when I played with the rim of his bulb so I focused my attention there. He pushed into my suck with very gentle thrusts, never going too far so I could keep my tongue swirling around his cockhead. In a few minutes I heard his breathing become rapid and his thrusts became a little more erratic. He pulled back so his tip was just inside my mouth, the slit sitting on my tongue. He didn’t pulse so much as ooze his cum into my mouth. My tongue was covered in a delicious thick cream. I swirled it around in my mouth before swallowing it. I gave his head a few final wipes to clean him up and he sighed contentedly. i watched through the hole as he put his dick away. I wondered what he looked like but it didn’t really matter I decided. I had got a good look at the part of him I was most interested in. A good look and a real good taste. He started to leave the stall but then paused. “My wife and I don’t have sex much anymore…” He began. “But even when we did, she was never as good of a cocksucker as you. I’ll be sure to tell Dan that I had a good time. That was the best $20 I’ve ever spent.” I sat there confused as he left. $20? They were being charged to use me? My stranger who had fed me his dick, who had fucked me, was now making me into a whore? He was making money while getting me to “earn” another fuck? Then with a start, I realized the second piece of information that had been provided. I now knew my obsession’s name: Dan. It fit him somehow. I wasn’t sure if I minded him pimping me ou. It was discomforting but it was also a bit of a turn on. Guys (even apparently straight ones) would pay for my skills. I felt strangely flattered. I looked at my watch and realized my lunch break was over and I had to get back to work. I was disappointed that I hadn’t gotten fucked today, that second dick would have been especially nice, but maybe someone would have a go tomorrow.

Chapter 4: Going All The Way I fumbled with my belt. Oh god. I was out of control again. I unfastened my trousers and tossed them aside. With only a second of hesitation, my white shirt and underwear followed. I was naked in front of him. Only now did he remove his own jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear so his shlong hung partly erect. He turned me around to face the counter and stepped up behind me. “I have a condom in my jacket.” I said. "Never use them" he growled in my ear. His cock was pressed against my ass. "I'm negative" I said although I didn't move to try to stop him. "I'm not." He cock now sliding into my crack. "And you knew that yesterday.. Tell me it didn’t turn you on.” The tip of his big dick touched my rosebud and I moaned. I flexed my back to line him up with my hole. "Tell me you want it" I could feel my last chance to stop this was slipping away. But I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t stop. "Yes. I want it." I moaned. "Beg." He was right. I was - I am - just a slut to be used. I surrendered… my lust had won. I was going to cheat on my husband for the second time in two days and I didn't even know this guys name. ”Please fuck me. I need it so bad. I need you inside me.” His hand was on my back, pressing down and bending me over against the counter. He pushed against my hole but my body tightened up against his thick eight inches. My hands found the lube bottle and I reached back to apply more. He slapped my hands away. "I told you to be lubed up and ready. What you have there will have to do." It had been years since my ass had anything but my husbands prick in me and this was so much bigger. He was determined to get inside me, however, and I was determined as well. Finally, like my throat the day before, my manhole remembered how to take a dick and his head slipped inside. I grunted in pain, glad for the empty hallways around the bathroom. He was so thick and I could feel my assring stretched tight around him. It was like losing my virginity again. My dick had gone softer with the pain. He pushed again and an inch of his shaft followed the cockhead. He wasn't gentle. This was a fuck, not "making love". I was a hole to be used for his pleasure. And it was the most amazing sex I’d felt in years. Despite the pain, I pushed back into his thrusts, eager to feel him balls deep inside me. Another inch, then another…. half of his eight inch dick was inside me. He was hitting my prostate and I was swept away on waves of pleasure. He was merciless in his insistence on getting his dick in deep. He still had one hand on my back, keeping me bent over the counter, and another on my right hip to pull me back into his thrusts. “God your hole is so tight.” The deep rumble of his voice made my ass clench tight around him. All the skills that had lay dormant for so long we're coming back to me now as I relaxed a little to let him thrust deeper, then tightening as he pulled back. He was hitting part of me that my husband never did. I pushed thoughts of Thomas aside. It felt too good to be bothered with guilt right now. My dick, was getting hard again. This uncut cock was hitting that part of me that had been neglected for so long. Finally, after several more minutes of thrusting, I felt his stomach against my back and his balls resting against my ass. He was completely inside me. I clenched my hole tight around his shaft and was rewarded with a pleased moan escaping from him. He was slamming his dick into me now. And I was meeting every thrust. He had both hands on my hips to hold me in place. My ass was stretched and sore but I didn’t want the feelings to stop. I’m not sure how long we were there. It felt like forever and it felt like no time at all. Everything forgotten but the sensation of being truly fucked. We were both panting and the sound echoed in the room. “Here it comes, boy. I’m going to breed your ass.” “Yeah, give it to me! Give me your load… shoot that POZ load inside me.” I felt him tense up, his grip on my hips tighten, his dick swelling even more inside me. He slammed in deep one final time. He groaned as he reached his peak. His throbbing manhood shooting in my ass again and again. Damn this man could produce cum. Finally, his grip on my hips relaxed and I could hear him breathing heavily above me. He didn’t pull out. His dick was still hard and he began to slowly thrust again. He hit my prostate. Again. And again. I spasmed. My hole clenched tight. My own load shoot all over the edge of the counter. He slapped my ass hard and I felt him shoot again inside me. His dick was so thick I could feel every pulse and every wave. It took him a minute to catch his breath and he slowly pulled out of my ass. His cream - his HIV infected cream - was dripping and running down my leg. I’m not kidding… this guy produced enough cum for two or three men. He slapped my ass again with a chuckle and easily slid his finger into my hole. “Not so tight anymore.” I was barely aware when he pulled me off the countered, pushed me to my knees, and stuck his dick in my mouth. “Clean me up.” I obediently sucked and licked his dick. I could taste my own ass juices as my tongue caressed his shaft, as it slid under his foreskin. I licked the cum from his pubes and thighs, savouring each tasty drop. When he was finally content, he pushed me roughly away. As he pulled his pants back on and tucked his soft dick back into his jeans, I turned to the counter and licked up my own spooge. He laughed behind me but I didn’t care. I was in heaven, absolute heaven. He slipped on his shirt and opened the door to leave. I looked up and called after him, my voice pleading. “Same time on Monday?” “And what about your husband?” The mockery, even contempt, in his voice was palpable. “I thought “I don’t… uh…” I stammered. “I mean… no one has ever made me feel that good.” He shrugged. “You don’t understand, do you? I’ve had you…. I’m done with you now. On to something new.” “Please… I need to feel you in me again.” You ‘married’ men are all the same. You pretend to be so devoted but bend over for dick the first chance you get.” His smile was malicious. “I’ll tell you what. Be here every day next week, same time, and I’ll make sure you get some dick.” He gestured at the middle stall. “Be in there. Anyone that comes in here was sent by me. You will suck them, you will let them fuck you… whatever they want.” He waited until I nodded acceptance. “If everyone I send is pleased, I will fuck you again.” The door closed behind him leaving me alone, still naked, still on my knees in the men’s room. We both knew that I would be here and do whatever I had to.

Yupp. I see him every day in the mirror - me. Keep it smooth and cleaned out.

DickWadd has a few BB2 i believe, and other random scenes...even Midnight Growlers (bearfilms) has a nopullout scene.. tho that producer never shows it closeley..i wish more bear porn was raunchy..feltching, internal etc...

Nice scene, getting it good as a slave for poz cum. Would be lovely to get used like this.