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Part 2 I clenched my ass tight as I walked back to my place, trying to keep SIR’s cum inside of me. I had just taken five POZ loads in my ass, and what concerned me was the fact that I didn’t care. In face, I was still horny despite having cum twice myself. I thought about what SIR had said to me just before I left, “Now remember boy, I don’t care who fucks you, or how many loads you take, just know that your hole belongs to me. So that means that when I tell you to get your cunt on my cock, you come to where ever I am, when I want.” Readily I had agreed and had left his apartment with my cock slowly stiffening again. By the time I got home I knew I needed to get fucked again, not even wanting to go back upstairs yet, I texted SIR. I know you said you didn’t care who I got fucked by SIR, but are you sure it’s alright? His response came swiftly: Take all the cock you need just remember who your cunt belongs to. Yes SIR. You have anyone in mind to breed your spunked up hole? No SIR, not yet. I just started looking at SCRUFF. Fuck that. Text my friend, he’ll knock you up good. Tell him that SIR sent you. He sent me the contact for “Big Mike” and I wasted no time in messaging him. I sat on my stoop, hole clenched tight, for a very long minute waiting for a response. So, SIR’s got a new boy, fun. You got a hole full of his POZ spunk kid? Yes. I responded. Good, I love fucking a sloppy cunt. Come over. He included his address, about twenty minutes walk across town from where I was. Without hesitation I stood up and started walking. A thought struck me as I crossed the street pressing into the throng of people swarming around Time Square: here I was, on my way to a man’s apartment, who I had never seen, and who was more then likely preparing to dump another POZ load in my ass. My cock twitched, I had my answer. If SIR had sent me to him I was certain that was good enough. I crossed town as quickly as I could and soon found myself in front of a stone fronted luxury apartment building. I blushed slightly at the thought of having to go through the very clean modern looking lobby to get to the elevators at the far side. Steeling my nerve, and hoping that I didn’t smell too much like sweat and cum, I had yet to shower, pushed through the revolving door. I had just made it to the elevator when a low cough drew me up short. I turned my head making eye contact with the doorman who I had been carefully avoiding. “Where are you heading?” he asked in a deep voice. He was younger then most doormen, with a dark completion and bright green eyes he was actually rather attractive. I told him the apartment I was heading to and he gave me a long appraising look before smiling to himself and nodding. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, as if the doorman knew exactly why I was there, I hurried off to the elevators. I stood outside of the apartment staring at the metal door for a moment before, feeling my hole twitch, and becoming aware of the small trickle of cum that had escaped my ass, I raised my hand and knocked. The door opened quickly, but not by the sort of man I had expected. A boy not much older then twenty or so stood before me dressed in only a jock. He had short-cropped blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a strong handsome face. He had the look of a twink who was quickly transitioning to jock. Between his well toned pecs a small growth of blond chest hair sprouted, almost but not quite connecting to the dense and slightly darker treasure trail that led into the waistband of his jock. He smiled at me, and I noticed that his mouth and cheeks were shiny with what I could really only guess to be spit. Gesturing, he stepped back to let me into the apartment. As the door closed behind me he said, “Take your clothes off here.” Dutifully I stripped off, leaving my clothes in a heap by the door. My cock was hard as it had ever been in my life and I gave the boy a wry smile. Winking at me, he said, “You have to earn clothes here, although looking at that sweet ass I’m guessing you’ll never be granted more then a jock.” He turned to lead me down the hallway and added, “I’m Greg, by the way,” as a bit of an after thought. “Aaron,” I replied. “Nice to meet you, I’m guessing we’ll be seeing a lot of each other if SIR keeps you. I’m Mac’s fucktoy, that’s what he calls me. SIR always sends his boys to Mac when they are ready to start taking other cocks. Mac then uses them and tells SIR if he thinks they’re worth keeping around.” He turned to face me, “When did SIR start fucking you?” “About ten hours ago,” I said a little sheepishly. “Seriously, you took your first load from SIR this morning?” “Yeah, um, last night I guess,” it seemed odd to be saying out loud what had happened to me, “he drugged me and I agreed to let a bunch of guys breed me, and then he sent me a video of it and told me to call him when I was ready for more. I, well...” I knew this must sound so wrong, but I had loved it, “I just called him right then and went over to his place and he fucked me. After he came he told me he was POZ, which freaked me out for a minute, but it felt so good that all I could think about was getting him to fuck me again,” the words were poring out of me in a word vomit confession, “and so I took four more loads from him. While I was walking home I texted him saying I wanted more cock and he directed me here.” “Jesus, you came around faster then I did. It took a week of daily breedings from Mac before he sent me to SIR. So you’ve got at least five loads in you hole right now?” “Yeah, if there’s any left from last night.” “Turn around, and bend over, I wanna see really fast.” I did as he asked and turned around, grabbing my cheeks as I bent over to really show off my hole. “Fuck, he ran a finger over my hole, Mac’s gonna love that. Come on we’ve kept him waiting long enough.” The hallway into the apartment proper was a rather long one, Greg led me all the way to the end when on the right hand side was a large open arch that opened onto a spacious loft. The left hand side was entirely composed of windows that looked out over the city, Freedom tower glinting in the distance. Facing the windows sitting on a gray, square armed, modern looking sofa was what could only be a younger version of SIR. At probably 35, the man who I correctly guessed to be Mac, had a dark brown beard, a neatly combed haircut, broad shoulders, powerful chest, and was covered in dark brown hair. My eyes only lingered on these features for a moment before falling to the thick veined cock he was fisting. My mouth started to water an my hole clenched several times just at the sight of it. “Well, don’t just stand there cunt, come and get on your knees.” He said gruffly, I rushed forward and fell to my knees between his wide spread legs. His hands landed on the back of my head and pushed me down so that I had no choice but to take his fat cock down my throat. “My fucktoy’s been keeping me hard for you. I’m gonna fill you up with a few more POZ loads before I send you on to your next stop. Now that you’ve shown SIR you’re a horny cumdump he’s planned a full night of load taking for you. Hope your cunt is up to it. SIR seems to think so, and he’s rarely wrong.” My hole twitched at his words and I slurped his cock down with even more gusto. I pressed myself forward, willing more and more of his cock down my throat. Quickly his shaft grew slick with throat juice as I slobbered up and down its considerable length. A blowjob; however, was clearly not Mac’s main focus. After what was no more then five minutes he pulled me off of his dick and said in a gruff breathy voice, “Sit on it.” I leapt to my feet and clambered up onto the couch so I was squatting over his lap facing him. With one hand on the back of the couch to steady myself I used the other to aim his cock at my desperate hole, and with no lube other then my spit and the cum that was still inside of me, I sat down on his cock slowly. His cock was thicker then SIR’s but not as long. I groaned as his unusually broad, blunt cock head stretched my sphincter wide. His cock felt as thought it increased in girth down its entire length so that by the time I felt my ass cheeks come to rest on Mac’s hairy thighs I was shaking a reveling in being stretched further then I had ever thought possible before. Mac gave me a few moments to get used to his thick cock before, his hands under my ass, he lifted me, and then slowly lowered me back down onto his cock. He did this several times, each time lifting me a little bit higher. I started to lift myself up, dropping down hard on his cock, feeling his head punching against my guts. My hole was twitching around his cock, and my breath came in short gasps each time he pulled out. After what seemed like a blissful eternity, Mac pushed me down, hard, on his cock, his head pressing against my second sphincter and making me cry out. I could feel my inner hole giving way, and as it did Mac flipped us over so that now I was laying on my back on the couch, my legs wrapped around him. Mac used the added leverage of our new position to force his cock past my second hole. I cried out in pleasure and pain, but had no time to get used to what had just happened as Mac now began to pound me so hard that my entire body shook with the force of it. “God,” he grunted, “SIR was right, your cunt is made for cock.” Mac didn’t slow down or lessen his assault on my hole for what I can only assume was fifteen minutes. I could tell that my hole would be bruised but I also knew somewhere in the back of my mind that I didn’t care and it wouldn’t stop me from taking Mac’s cock more. Sweat poured off of his and splattered against my shaking body. I cried out, moaning and grunting with every thrust. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if there were neighbors close by who could hear Mac destroying my hole. “You ready for your first load from me boy?” Mac asked after what had to be a full quarter of an hour of unrelenting pounding. “You ready for your next dose of POZ cum?” ‘Yes,” I yelled, “breed me! Fill me up! POZ my cunt!” His only response was a wicked smile and slamming into my ass a few times even harder then before, punching through my second sphincter each time. Then I knew he was coming, he growled and shoved his dick as deep as he could. Almost his entire load went past my inner ring, and I reveled in it. He did not pull out but instead, began to fuck me very slowly. “With a cunt a nice as yours ill probably be able to get out six loads before I go soft. You ready for that boy?” “Yes, my hole is yours.” “Good answer.”

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."

Cody: Sunlight streaming in the bedroom window caused a bit of haze as I very slowly awoke. The two day drive from Seattle to Dad’s house in the suburbs of Chicago had really taken a lot out of me, but after a couple of very groggy minutes I realized I was in his bed, alone. I figured he had likely gone for a run. I really love sleeping in Dad's bed. Although I would have preferred to find him sleeping next to me, at least I could still smell him. My Dad and I started having sex several years before I left for college. It wasn’t an affair as much as it was pure hormones. Being a horny teen, I was eager to learn about sex, and Dad was more than willing to be my guide. I never complained, especially since I had long since adjusted to the reality I was gay, and, as my relationship with Dad expanded to include sex, I was more than ready and receptive, especially since then as now, Dad maintained had a nicely toned body. As I lay there in his bed, it occurred to me my morning wood was in complete agreement. After high school I was accepted at an out-of-state university. Fast forward several years of fun and hard work, and now, post graduation, I had a degree in finance and was back at my Dad’s house. I was horny and wanted his body more now than ever before. I couldn’t get enough cum. In college I had been a real pig, and sucked off more than one roommate. I’m surprised I came away from college without coming down with one STD or another. Anyhow, Dad was now 43 to my 22 years, but as he exercises religiously, he is still really young in my eyes. I was always slim and had been on my high school’s swim team, which helped get me a scholarship and to tryouts for the college swim team. I was trim, and I definitely like my body, but my 'little Cody' was doing all the thinking. I imagined if Dad were here right now I’d be sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. I wondered why we hadn't fucked the night before. I know I wanted him, and he had been very happy to see me, but as I had been exhausted by the drive, I guess I just passed out. The thought of Dad fucking me got me rock hard and horny to the point of distraction. Something needed to happen soon; I wanted, no, I needed Dad's cum inside my hole, especially when I thought back to my experiences in years past with Dad. I really liked it when, as we fucked, Dad would get verbal and nasty, calling me his cum hole. My cock started to leak. I got up to piss, and afterwards checked my phone. There was a text from Dad that read, “Getting an early run in, back soon Cod.” My name is Cody, but as long back as I could remember Dad has used the nickname 'Cod'. The kinky part of me wanted him to call me his “cum hole,” and tell me how he was breeding my ass. Fuck, I wanted to taste his cum. I decided to shower and get myself together before Dad got back. I was horned as fuck and thought about jacking off but decided to wait until Dad got back. I was determined to get his load. Dad: It was nice watching Cod sleep was nice, and knowing he needed the rest, I decided to let him sleep in and use the opportunity to hook-up with one of my regulars, Sam, I guy I met on Grindr. Sam and I have been fucking a couple of times a week or so for nearly a year now; with Cod away at college I had to have relief, and Sam satisfied my needs quite nicely. I have always barebacked, and had always topped with Cod but after he went away to school I decided to explore the role of a bottom and started taking bare cock from several guys, Tom, Alan, Nick, and Sam - just a few of the guys I had fuck me at one point or another over the last few years. I loved taking it bareback. I initially asked about the top's status but when Alan answered "I don't know," I decided to still take his load. After taking Alan's load I stopped asking the guy's status. I just wanted to be fucked hard and to take big loads of cum in my ass. I really had no idea if I’d ever taken a poz load of cum until I met Sam. He’s now 28, 6’ tall and lean. He reminds me somewhat of Cod, even if he is a couple of years older. He told me upfront that he was HIV positive. I replied I was HIV negative, but didn’t care either way; the truth is my cock had never been harder. What I didn’t know is that Sam did care about my status: he only wanted to fuck guys who were negative, and since he and I had hooked-up and I made switch to being a cum pig, one who had no trouble that an HIV positive guy was regularly fucking me, Sam had decided me wanted me to convert. Meanwhile I couldn’t get enough of Sam, and was flattered Sam couldn’t seem to get enough of me. He asked if I was still negative, but as I hadn't been tested for quite some time, more than a year or so, even if I had taken many of Sam's loads, still I had to answer that I didn't know. Sam frequently commented "I hope you convert," and "I'm gonna make it happen," but as far as I was concerned it was more of a matter that maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't, but as he was on meds I knew the chances were slim. Whatever the case, however, I definitely wanted him to fuck me - either way. I took a very short run and made my way to his place for sex. I was horny and given the thought of Cod laying naked in my bed, I needed poz cum right now. Sam and I had a fairly regularly routine: I would let myself in, strip naked and climb into his bed, and then we fucked hard and heavy while he told me how he was going to knock me up. “Hey sexy, fuck I’m so horny,” I called out. “Get on your back. I want to see your face while I breed you,” he replied as he entered the room. I flipped over, legs up and he thrust in roughly with no lube. He had fucked me so often that his cock goes in easily, and honestly it didn't really hurt, although I was surprised he was balls-deep on the first thrust. “Gonna’ really breed you deep this time, Mark. You want my poz cum?” “Fuck yeah, give it to me" was all I could mumble as he road my ass. Sam looked down at me, smiled, and leaned over, giving me a deep kiss. I could feel his sweaty nuts resting against my ass. I love that sensation. Somehow it really makes me feel like the top is in complete sexual control of me. “Sam, I’m so fuckin' horny. I want you to blow your poz cum into my hole. I want you to give IT to me.” “Oh yeah, you twisted fuck," he grunted, asking “You want me to poz .. uhhh... maybe both of you?” Sam knew Cod was back at my house. I knew what he meant. I was conflicted, but grunted approval. Sam knew we’d be fucking and if I was, or converted, I might pass it to Cod. “Yeah, you do want that. So fucking hot." He kept banging me, keeping-up a good rhythm, grunting and banging my ass. And, as he did so he remarked “I stopped taking my meds. I want you to be HIV positive." “Uhhhhhh… uhhhh… fuck me”, was all I could manage, “Fuck, it into me.” Sam was in full stride now, kissing me, he was looking me right in the eyes with a very devious grin and he knew that I wanted this as bad as he did. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… close”, he was kissing me hard now and “Uhhhhhhhhh…. FUCK… cummmm… ” and like that, he unloaded in my ass. It seemed like a really intense orgasm for him. As he lay on me, his hard cock plugging my ass, french kissing me, he sweated profusely. “I’ve been wanting to do that since we met,” he eventually commented. “Stop meds?” “Yeah. I wanted to convert you before we were really open about it and I knew I’d probably have to take a break from the meds to do it for real." “That’s so hot that you told me the way you told me just as you were about to blow. How long have you been off them?” "About a month or so, now, so I'm sure I'm toxic." We kept making out, Sam was so hot and his cock was still hard and still inside me. I knew I was a horny pig and I liked it bareback but I never thought of myself as chasing. Right now I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than another load of his poz cum, so I murmured “I want more.” He, on the other hand, was still out of breath, and replied “Let me rest. Maybe you’ll get something you can’t get rid of.” I was hard and leaking. I hadn’t cum, I rarely did when Sam fucked me, but I started thinking about Cod and my cock started to leak. I felt an odd pang thinking I was going to give Cody cum, knowing I might seroconvert from my sex with Sam. Cody: I finished my shower, ate something and started to think about Dad. I was about to text him when I heard the door open, and in walked Dad, looking a bit sweaty and worn-out. "That must have been a good run," I commented. “Good run? Uh… yeah, good, wore me out. I think I’m going to get a shower." I could smell his arm pits as he walked by and it made my cock hard as he walked past me. “Dad?” “Yeah, Cod?” I walked up close to him and looked him in the eye the way a lover does, “I’m glad I’m home.” “Me too, Cod.” He smiled, kissed me, and then entered his bathroom, I nearly passed out in anticipation of the pleasures in store.

I had just gotten engaged to my girlfriend of three years and we were on our way to spend the weekend with her father at his place by the lake. It was winter, but the cabin was fully equipped for the season, having a full kitchen, hot tub and fireplace. She had taken me there when we first started dating and I loved the place. My fiancée was a doctor at a local hospital in the city so I followed her in my own car, just in case she was paged and had to leave. We arrived around 6:00 PM and her Dad was already there. We made the usual introduction and he told me I could start calling him Dad since I was almost family. The fiancée and I set our things in the bedroom and did some heavy petting which left my cock hard and dripping. I was always horny and she didn’t help. I was worried my bulge would be noticeable when we went down stairs, and sure enough, I thought I saw her father eyeing my crotch and found myself slightly flattered. I knew he had divorced her mother because he came out and I always liked attention. Well, everything was going great: Dad had brought a nice salmon and we had a great salad, but sadly half-way through the dinner my fiancée got a page and had to head to the hospital. One of her transplant clients received the go ahead and she had to go back. Telling me not to waste the weekend, she suggested I take the time to get to know my future father in law. Dad smiled, gave his daughter a quick kiss, and she ran out the door. We sat back down and finished dinner and then he passed me a scotch neat and a cigar. It was great. The country, the cigar, the scotch. I could only think of one thing that would make it better, but the prospects of a blow job had run out the door a couple of hours ago. “I know, let’s take these out to the hot tub,” Dad suggested as he set his cigar in the ash tray and his drink on the coffee table, stripping right there in the living room. I never really look at guys in the locker room but he was very impressive: a thick pelt of grey fur covered some impressive pecs and a flat stomach, below which hung an very impressive seven inch uncut cock. Feeling slightly self conscious, I blushed a bit and looked away. “Hehehe no reason to be shy, Son. It's just the two of us now and there are no neighbors for miles around. Come on. Let's enjoy the great outdoors like God intended and soak in the tub. Grab the bottle and two more cigars and meet me out there once you're ready." As he turned away I noticed a small scorpion tattoo on his back thigh. I was a bit surprised as my sense was few of his generation had tattoos, but I still I liked it on him. In any event, following his orders, I sheepishly striped down. My body was much less furry than his, and my cock measured in at six inches, so it occurred to me I could be his son. Grabbing the Glenfiddich and two more cigar I timidly walked across the room and stepped outdoors. My cock shrank even smaller in the cold air, even as I pranced and jogged to the tub. Hoping in, I yelped a bit at the temperature change. My footing went a bit and I half sat on Dad as I landed my seat. “Easy Son, don’t spill the liquor or ruin those cigars, hehehe.” We continued chat and drinking for a bit. The scotch relaxed me, and the cigars were excellent. My thoughts must have wandered a bit to where my fiancée and I had left off, 'cause I found myself getting hard under the bubbles made by the water. In an effort to relax, I stretched my legs out a bit and hit the legs of my soon-to-be father in law. “Sorry.” “Not a problem. I'll even give ya a bit of a massage.” Before I could say anything his hand started working my foot and a sigh escaped my lips. His big hands worked the soles of my feet, and I felt everything relax body, as pleasant, but the most odd sensations traveling up my legs. Dad's attentions were, most oddly, not doing anything to help my erection. Dad put one foot down, and positioning himself between my legs, took-up my other leg, so my legs were now spread and my body half floating in the water as he did magic on my feet. He clearly knew what he was doing, and for the first time I understood why women love foot massages. It was amazing. His hands started massaging up my legs, first working up my calves and then up further, massaging the tops of my thighs, digging deep into the muscles. His thumbs grazed my balls and my eyes shot open. I tried to sit up but all I did was lock my legs around his back, which caused the two of us to slide up against each other. I stared into his eyes and felt my cock throb against his furry body. The water bobbed me slowly up and down, and I could feel his hard cock just touching between my ass. His hands moved around behind my back and I was mesmerized, staring into his eyes as he pulled me forward and kissed me. Instinctively I kissed back, pulling him against me, chest to chest, moaning with pleasure. I had never felt a man before and it was amazing. His rough hands grabbed my ass and started teasing my hole. The calloused fingers pushing into me and scraping me, working my virgin hole open. I knew what he wanted, and just as I got accustomed to his fingers, he pulled me hard down on his cock. My scream echoed out into the night for a split second before his mouth was covering mine, eating my pain as he ignited my passion. His thrusts started slowly and I whimpered with each tug and pull as he forced his monster into my ass. Soon it hurt less and less, and within less than a minute or so the pain turned into pleasure. Instinctively I found myself working with him, meeting each of his thrusts and sliding back as he withdrew. My cock was rock hard as the water was splashed around. The he pulled off me for a moment and looked again into my eyes. His cock stopped moving in my ass and he just held me there. I could feel his heart beat through his cock . “You want to breed you Son? You want my dirty Daddy seed in you?” “Yes, please whatever you want just keep fucking me.” “Did my daughter ever tell you the reason why her mother really left?” “Well, I figure it was because of what we are doing right now,” I chuckled "Well, yes,” he replied, smiling, "but also because I'm poz, and with my raw cock in your ass, if I shoot in you you’re most likely going to be knocked up. Made into my poz son and carry the same virus. Is that what you want?" I had no words. Here I was a virgin to gay sex let alone poz gay sex. The only thought in my head was I did not want him to stop. As an answer to his question I began rocking back and forth on his cock. “Oh thank you Son that feel so good. It has been so long. Plus I already shot in you once so it was kind of a moot point. Here some the second load son. Be my boy forever” This time I felt it: a deep throbbing as his cock grew bigger and bigger, pulsing in my hole. His cum felt like a tongue deep in my ass licking the walls and making them wet. Just after he shot, his hand grabbed my dick and pumped me furiously. My last neg load shot over my head. As I came down from my orgasm, my hole sore and throbbing, his cock still buried in my ass. Catching my breath, I looked into his eyes and said one word: "More."

Almost forgot to mention the bit about no-one cumming in fisting scenes in porn. In my experience, that's pretty common. Fisting is not about either the top or the bottom's cock. And while I do get hard as a FF top sometimes (especially later in the scene when the bottom is well and truly nicely open and things are getting a bit more active), my cock is not usually part of what's going on. Indeed, I generally make it a point not to touch my own cock or to have any third parties touch either me or the bottom since both can distract from what I'm doing with my hand. I want to be completely, single-mindedly focused on the bottom's asshole when I fist. OTOH, I have jacked my cock inside a guy's ass before, which is extremely hot. And I will usually fuck and breed a hole I've just fisted, which really feels different from fucking an ass at any other time, even one that's already been bred by other men. On the bottom side of things, I have seen a bottom get hard when he got fisted. Usually, this would be someone who was very experienced with opening up and taking you inside (such men are truly astounding to fist...they basically take charge of the whole scene and will literally draw your hand inside of them...it's really amazing). But in the overwhelming majority of times, the bottom will not have a hardon at all (I know I never have). It's difficult to explain the mental state I go into as a bottom, but it's not a conventionally sexual one. Which is probably a good thing because, as you may well know, getting a hardon and playing with your cock actually tightens your ass a bit, so it's counterproductive. On a side note, I have, once or twice, hit a spot inside a bottom's ass that made him piss himself. He literally could not stop himself. I've also, very rarely, felt like I was kind of getting very close to having that happen to me when I was in the sling, though I've never actually pissed. So be aware that's a potential hazard (or bonus, depending on your POV) with fisting scenes, and be prepared accordingly.

1) Cruising online is generally a waste of time, especially in the city you live in and are known. Expectations for online hookups are way too high (what I call the Amazon effect, where people expect to place an order for what they want and have it fulfilled by the site), people become critical of others and hope that their perfect guy will sign on in the next five minutes (spoiler: he ain't going to). Frankly, I think we were all much better off when we cruised in bars. 2) Bottoms always outnumber tops. Period. And, for whatever reason, tops in general seem more likely to be attracted to young, hairless, boyish bottoms. Not sure why that is. I for one would much rather fuck a big, hairy, manly man any day of the week, but I'm in the minority. So if you are in your thirties, no matter how hot you are, your potential fucks are going to start dropping off. Simply the nature of the game. If you're a total bottom, it's only going to get worse. 3) Another observation about tops (especially closeted, bi, or "non-scene" total tops): in general, they seem to prefer guys with less experience rather than more. The fact that you've had hundreds of men breed your ass in your day will not turn them on. Your cum-filled manhole may actually repel them. Again, I don't get it...I'd much rather fuck a slut with an ass full of cum, but I'm in the minority. Whether it's fear of HIV or other STDs or simply the same drive that leads most straight men to prefer young, virgin women, the end result is the same.' 4) And then, there's the desperation factor. And this is one I do get. If you are obviously desperate to get fucked and bred, it's kind of a turn off. Why? Well, first of all, I kind of want to feel like I'm attractive and desirable too. But more importantly, it sends a signal that you don't really think highly of yourself, that you have self esteem problems. That may or may not be true, but it is how these things do get interpreted sometimes. Self-confidence is hugely attractive, while the opposite can be a turn off. Incidentally, on this last point, I'm obviously a bit self-contradictory. I love fucking cum filled bottom sluts, but not the desperate ones. I guess what I really like is the "Happy Hooker", to use Xaviera Hollander's term. Attractive, confident, and joyful about sex is what will get me going. So what's my advice? Here's what's worked for me (and I'm pretty satisfied with my life right now): Turn off the computer and the mobile and get out there and meet people. In real life. And go out with the expectation of making friends and acquaintences, not getting laid. Friends may or may not turn into fuckbuds. On the other hand, friends might just hook you up with his hot stud of a neighbor. Start approaching those people you meet with an attitude of "what can I do to please you" rather than "gimme your raw cock and breed my ass!". Note that you can and should still have boundaries that you won't cross. But your focus should always be on pleasing your partner. Be willing to do whatever it is that will turn him on. To include fucking him. Focusing on the other guy rather than myself has made a world of difference to my sex life. It's made me a much better lover. And when I find another guy who's in the same headspace as me, the sex is fucking blow your mind, outta this world fantastic. Continue doing the things that make you feel good about yourself, like eating right, working out, etc. And do those things because you care about yourself, not in order to become attractive to others. In the same vein, if you do drugs, try sex without them. Though they seem like enhancers, I find drugs tend to amp up guys' unattractive traits. Invariably, the best sex I've had has been when both I and my partner(s) have been stone cold sober. Know what you're attracted to, and be willing to tell guys who approach you for sex that you don't care for "No." There's a difference between being attracted to a wide variety of men and needing dick from someone, anyone. There are men, lots of them, including that hot fucking stud that you know you'd be perfect for, who are just not into you. It sucks, but there it is. Accept it and move on. Be willing to give quality rather than quantity a try. Try spending a whole night with a guy one-on-one instead of shooting for multiple quickies. Hell, take him to breakfast in the morning! Hell, if the sex was good, why not go for a repeat? In short, change your outlook, change your expectations, and you'll end up having more fun and more satisfaction.

I felt groggy as I woke up. My mouth was thick with the tell tale feeling of having a large quantity of cotton wool stuffed in it that betrayed just how much I had drank the night before. I stretched, gingerly, not wanting to move too quickly for fear of discovering a headache to go with my cottonmouth. My head, however, felt clear as I rolled onto my side and very slowly swung my legs off the side of my bed. I sat there for a moment before I realized that I was completely naked, not all altogether alien experience, but rather another sign of how intoxicated I had been; I often strip off to go to bed when drunk. As I sat up I suddenly became aware of how much I had to piss and quickly padded across the cold wooden floor of my studio apartment to the bathroom. Letting a powerful jet of piss out into the open toilet bowl I felt my ass clench slightly and became aware that my hole felt a tender and rather slick. Finishing up my piss I ran a finger up my crack, feeling my puffy wet hole. I looked at my finger, shiny with whatever was wetting my ass, for a long moment before turning around and bending over to look at my hole in the mirror. Winking back from between my spread ass cheeks was my hole, puffy, and pink, not quite closed, and shiny with what I thought might be lube but I suspected was something else. I ran my finger along my crack again, this time dipping into my tender hole, when I brought it round I was confronted with evidence of what I had already suspected to be true. It was not lube leaking from my clearly well fucked hole but cum. My heart thudded in my chest. I had no recollection of getting home last night, let alone of getting fucked. Jesus, I thought nervously, what have I done? Not only had I had sex but clearly unprotected sex and I had let the guy cum in me, what had I been thinking? I walked back to my bed and grabbed my phone from where it had been charging on the nightstand hoping to find some evidence of what I had done. There were several texts from the two friends I had gone out with starting around just after midnight asking where I had disappeared to; the most recent being just a few minutes ago, must have been what had woken me up. I sent back a quick response saying that I was home, and apologized for giving them a fright. The next message on my phone was from a contact I didn’t remember having, one simply named “SIR”. The message was short and succinct: Check out the link and then let me know when you’re ready for more. I clicked the link and it took me to a private video server. Sitting down on my bed I pressed play and watched as the video began. It faded in on a guy’s ass, his beefy hairy cheek hammering back and forth as he clearly pounded someone. The camera moved under the guy, between his legs to show a fat raw cock pounding into an unknown ass. The bottom was moaning in pleasure with each thrust, something about the bottom’s voice seemed familiar even through the tiny phone speakers. I stopped the video and grabbed my laptop from under the bed. Hurriedly transpiercing the url to my browser I pulled up the video again. There was definitely something that I recognized in the bottom’s groans. My cock was starting to get hard watching this fat cock pound this boy’s hole, his ass lips clinging to the hard shaft each time the top pulled out. Eventually the camera moved again, pulling back between the top’s legs and then panning up his broad muscular back to look over his shoulder. My jaw dropped, there laying flay out, legs in the air, eyes closed in ecstasy, being fucked by a raw cock, was me. I took in my pale skin, dark hair, strong chest, tight stomach, pink nipples. I saw my chest heave with racked breath as the top mercilessly plowed my hole. Though my head was reeling and my heart pounding my cock was growing still harder as I watched myself get fucked. I had no memory of this, yet there was no denying it was me there getting fucked bareback. I felt like I should be sickened by what I was seeing but I found myself becoming more and more turned on as I watched. The top fucking me seemed to be getting close as he started fucking me even harder. He grunted as he hammered his cock into my clearly willing ass. The camera panned down to show him slamming into me balls deep with every thrust. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” a gravely voice that I can only assume belonged to the top said, “I’m gonna breed your sweet fucking cunt boy.” “Yes,” said my voice, the unmistakable glee sending a shiver up my spine, “breed my hole!” The man growled and pressed his cock as far as he could into my hole, clearly shooting his load deep into me. Watching myself get bred I couldn’t help but reach between my legs and feel my still wet hole… Slowly the man pulled out from my now cum filled hole. I looked at the time bar, the video wasn’t even a quarter of the way over. The camera zoomed in as the head of the man’s cock popped out of my hole, a small glob of cum bubbling out after it. For a moment my hole was left gaping and empty, then a new voice, not the top who had just fucked me called, “Who’s next?” Another cock, the body it belonged to cut out of the frame stepped up and slid effortlessly into my hole, The camera shifted again showing my body stretched out on the bed, my mouth now occupied by the cock that just been inside my ass. I watched in aroused horror, my cock throbbing, as time and time again my ass was seeded by random cocks. The video never showed their faces though, it showed plenty of mine, making sure to zoon in on my face whenever I begged a top for his load. I noticed that my eyes, though wide and alert looked a little blood shot and slightly unfocused. The video was almost an hour long and featured fourteen different tops, all of whom fucked and bred my ass. No wonder my hole was tender. The last shot of the video was a slow zoom in on my wrecked hole after the last top had shot his load deep inside of me. I stared in amazement at my loose and gaping hole. That sort of thing had never turned me on before but seeing my on hole wrecked like that, dripping with cum, was different, it made me feel hungry. I wanted my hole to look like that more, I wanted to have my ass plowed and dripping with cum. The video faded to black, and then a message appeared on the screen, “You know you want more bitch,” followed by the phone number now listed in my contacts as SIR. For a long moment I sat, one hand holding my phone, and the other with three fingers lodged in my cummy hole. I wasn’t entirely sure when during the film I had thrust three fingers inside of myself and started riding them desperately but even now that the movie was over I was reluctant to remove them. Rocking back on my fingers again, feeling them push against my ass ring I knew what I had to do. I unlocked my phone, opened SIR’s text and sent him a message: I’m ready now. The response was almost instantaneous as if SIR had been waiting with his phone in his hand. That was fast boy. You ready to take more cock? Yes, I responded. Right now? Yes, I hesitated before adding the next part but then hurriedly hit send, I need it. Good boy. Come and get it. He texted me an address just a few blocks away in the northern part of Hell’s Kitchen, and added, Don’t bother showering or putting on underwear. You have ten minutes to get here. My heart was pounding, a little voice in the back of my head told me I was crazy, but I wasn’t thinking with my head. I grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and a pair of gym shorts, slipped into some shoes and, leaving everything but my keys and phone behind rushed out of the door. I practically ran the nine blocks to his apartment, making it there in just over six minutes. I texted saying I was there and the door buzzed. Once inside I received an apartment number with the instruction to hurry. He lived on the fifth floor of an old walk up, and having taken the stairs two at a time the whole way up I was more then a little winded when I knocked on his door. It quickly opened and a tall olive skinned man in an old yellowing jockstrap with a thick leather harness strapped to his chest opened the door. I gapped at this specimen on manliness in front of me. At five eleven I like to think of myself as tall but this man towered above me making him probably six five. Between the thick straps of his harness bulged powerful fur covered chest muscles that led to hard defined abs. His arms were thick, covered with coarse hair, and knotted all over with veins. The basket of his jock bulged with what could only be thick meaty cock and oversized cum laden balls, the whole mass of which thrust out boldly from his tree trunk like legs. He did not smile at me, his handsome face told of only one thing: lust. “I knew you were gonna be a good one last night when you were begging for loads before the first cock even breached your cunt,” he had a rough, deep, rumbling voice that seemed to echo from somewhere deep inside his cavernous ribcage. “Get that sweet cunt inside, and strip off, I’ve waited long enough for my chance at that hole.” That struck me as odd, was he not one of the men who had fucked me last night? I thought that even the cameraman had cum inside of me. I didn’t care though I stepped inside and before the door was even closed had kicked off my shoes, pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped my shorts to the ground. “Fuck you’re a hot little cum slut,” he said leading me into the living room where he sat down on the couch, legs spread wide. “Well, get between my legs and start wetting my cock boy. All the lube I’m gonna give you to get this monster up your cunt is spit and whatever cum is left in you from my friends last night.” Caution and logic were long gone, I was now completely in the grips of my own lust, and now I a safe sex enthusiast, fell to my knees desperate to get another bare cock up my ass. Pulling his musty jock aside I revealed a thick, flaccid cock resting on a pair of truly massive balls. I took his soft cock in my mouth, rolling his nuts around in my had as I rid so, marveling at their size. It didn’t take long for his cock to start hardening I my mouth, and I was quickly overwhelmed my the sheer length and girth of the thing. His broad flat mushroom head ballooned in my mouth, swelling till it stretched my cheeks. I did my best to slobber all over his shaft and head, trying to get it as wet as possible for my hole. Though I was enjoying guzzling down his gorgeous member, SIR had other plans and soon as he felt his cock was slicked with enough spit he knocked me back and stood up. He instructed me to get on all fours on the couch, resting my chest on the back of it. I clambered up and assumed the position he had instructed and waited with eager anticipation. SIR took his time coming up behind me, rubbing his blunt cock head up and down my ass crack a few times, before zeroing in on my still tender and slightly gaped pucker. I had expected him to push in roughly but instead he began a slow thrusting that alternately pressed against my sphincter and gave it time to relax. Very, very slowly my hole opened till suddenly his broad flay head pushed inside of me and stayed there. “Fuck that’s a nice hole. I may just have to keep it after I ruin it.” My brain had completely shut down, over loaded with the massive waves of pleasure that were crashing over my body and SIR began to delve deeper into my hole. It took a long time for him to finally fuck his whole cock into me, but when he finally bottomed out and I could feel his massive balls against mine I felt nothing but joy. “Tell me what you want boy,” he growled in my ear. “I want you to fuck me, SIR.” “What else?” “I want you to cum in me, to breed me!” “Good boy, that’s probably the first time you’ve ever said that sober isn’t it?” “Yes, SIR.” “I’m gonna knock you up and set you free boy.” I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant but I pressed my hips back against him as if trying to will more of his cock into my hole. He chuckled at that and began to slowly fuck me, pulling his cock almost entirely from my hole before sliding it back in to the hilt. I moaned like a whore, desperate for a real pounding. SIR knew what I needed though, and quickly began to pick up the pace and intensity of his thrusts until soon he was hammering away at my ass without mercy. I was practically screaming as his cock wrecked my hole, bruising my sphincter a little with each thrust. He hammered away like that for longer then I thought possible, till both of us were drenched in sweat and I lay pressed into the back of the couch limp. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of my hole with a soft pop. “Get you your back, I wanna look in your eyes while I breed you.” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my legs spreading them wide showing SIR my now wide-open hole. Without hesitation he sunk back into me and resumed his breakneck pace. The sweat pored from his body, dripping onto me, I didn’t care thought, I could feel his pace starting to change and heard the shift in his breathing. SIR was getting close. He kept up his voracious pace for as long as he could before he suddenly growled deep in his chest like a bear and locked eyes with me as he slammed into my hole several times very roughly. He didn’t have to tell me he had cum, I knew, I could feel the warmth spreading in my ass. He flopped forward, his cock still lodged inside of me, his hairy sweaty chest now pressed to mine. “Fuck,” he said at length, “I knew your cunt would be worth it. I’m totally keeping you as my new cum dump.” He smiled at me, “See I told you last night, take all those loads and you’d be ready for mine.” “You did?” I said panting. “Oh that’s right you won’t remember sense we slipped you those drugs.” His smile became a wicked smirk. “But I told you last night, you take my buddies NEG loads up your cunt and by tonight, well you came around faster than I anticipated, you’d be begging for my POZ cock up your loose cunt.” Holy shit! I thought, I hadn’t even asked him or thought about… Jesus. I had just taken what had to be a massive POZ load in my ass. It only took me a millisecond longer to realize I didn’t care. I had just been fucked like I never had before. Clearly I had loved last night as well. If taking POZ loads meant that I was going to get fucked like this more then that was fine by me. “How do you feel now that you’ve had it boy?” He asked. I answered in the only way I could, honestly, “I want… I need more.”

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.

No-one so far has addressed the question of whether fucking or fisting is better, or whether a guy who's a total top for fucking might enjoy getting fisted, so I'll bite. As far as I'm concerned (and I'm speaking as someone who has both taken a fist and given one, though more of my experience is as a top), you really can't compare fucking and fisting. They are completely different sexual and sensual experiences for me. When it comes to fucking, I tend to like my sex hard, rough and aggressive. I love a scene where the bottom is bent over in a dark corner somewhere and getting rammed by the top. That's not to say that I can't and don't get into slower, gentler, more romantic fucking (I get into fucking of all kinds!) but my tendencies lie more towards the rough-and-tumble. Fisting, by contrast, is a much more sensual, more intimate form of sex for me. In fact, I would say that I consider fisting to be the most intimate form of sex I know. Part of this is by necessity: you can do a lot of harm to a bottom when your hand is inside his ass--hell, you can even kill him if you're not careful (which is why I insist on everyone in a FF scene being completely sober). And it's very easy to push things to hard and hurt the bottom, which will bring your scene to an end really quickly. So, on the one hand, as a FF top, it's extremely important to pay extremely close attention to your bottom. To watch him carefully, to be in tune with his breathing and his body, to know when to push, when to hold still, when to withdraw. You quite literally hold his life in your hand and it's an awesome privilege and responsibility. And sometimes, that feeling can be physically felt. There have been a few times, probably because I came up against an artery inside my bottom, where it literally felt like I was holding his beating heart. As a bottom, it takes an extraordinary act of trust for me to open up for a top. That is something that the top himself will earn from you as he slowly works his way inside of you. I was extremely lucky that the first man who ever fisted me happened to be a very experienced top I just happened to pick up at the Eagle in Chicago many, many years ago. His patience and experience and skill over the course of hours took me to a place where his hand was inside me. And when that hand goes into you, especially for the first time, it is absolutely an overwhelming experience. At its best, when fisting or getting fisted, to me it seems like the universe contracts to the point where there is nothing but you and your partner and you are joined together as one single entity. It's really almost a spiritual experience for me. Now, everybody is different and YMMV. No doubt many of the men that I have gotten into a fisting scene with would report things differently. As for whether you could be a fisting bottom if you don't like getting fucked, well, I would say that it is unusual for a guy to like getting fisted but not fucked. But anything is possible. What is most likely, if you do find that you like getting fisted, is that you'd also change you mind about getting fucked. One thing to be aware of, if you don't get fucked because you're worried about HIV and you want to bareback, getting fisted is also a high risk activity. Whenever something the size of a hand goes into your ass, there will some a little tearing and bleeding. Not much, not enough to notice, as long as proper precautions are taken, but enough to allow transmission of HIV, if the top has any cracks or scrapes or cuts in the skin of his hand (as most of us do, just from everyday life). You can always ask the top to wear a latex glove (which has the added benefit of providing a little extra protection from the nails, which the top absolutely must trim carefully and then smooth with an emory board). On the other hand, that probably won't sit well with a top like me that really appreciates the feel of direct skin-on-skin contact, in which case you must weigh the risks appropriately, just as you would with bareback fucking.

as a top... when i fuck hard and deep that the bottom starts to squirm because it hurts them. love it when they struggle with 10 inches. love to lay on top and pound raw and deep. especially old guys (once i fucked this 79 year old russian bottom, who barely spoke english.... hard, deep and creamed him inside and then i ate it out his raw hole). he could barely take it. loved it! its hard to find raw white older men that like young, hung 10 inch bbc. i need to travel more to see where these guys are located so i can give it to them raw.

I've been in prisons before. Not because of being convicted of anything. Did some concerts for the inmates. I couldn't wait to get out of there. Sex never crossed my mind. Reality most likely will never live up to fantasy on this one. At one of the prisons, an inmate on the front row was in prison because he poured gasoline on his wife and set her on fire while she slept. Not the kind of men I want to surrender my ass to. Factor in the gang mentality inside those prisons... Not to mention that some would fuck you up because they hate gay men.... I'm all for a rough fucking but...... Yeah.... No thanks. I prefer my sex partners to be on the outside of a prison wall.

I love to stay hard and show a big bulge (even though I am a bottom) when I am getting fucked.

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

Joey.... Joey loved to be the center of attention and his natural gifts has never failed him. Joey's golden blonde hair and bluest eyes hasn't failed him to get all the girls he wanted. His 6ft tall body was naturally toned and covered with golden fuzz all over which drove the girls crazy for some reason. He also had the biggest cock in school reaching over 8" when it was hard. Just the sight of his big white cock could make most girls and even some boys be mesmerized and Joey loved it. He wasted no time as he entered the locker room to strip his clothes to get ready for his first wrestling team meeting today. Before he put his jock and the singlet on, he walked over to the mirror and flexed around loving the eyes of his friends admiring his beautiful body. His cock started to get semi-hard as he enjoyed the boys eyes on him. He swaggered over to his locker and bent down to pick up his jock and he even felt some boys stare at his pink hole between his golden mounds of muscled ass. Joey took his time to put on a show for other boys a bit before he started to get up when he felt something in the air that he never felt before. As Joey put his jock on and adjusted his cock, he looked over his shoulder to the source this stir in the air. Momentarily Joey's body forgot to move as he saw one of the darkest person standing behind him. He was maybe an inch taller that Joey but his body muscles were massive and his cock was massive as well. It was as big as Joey's 8" and it wasn't even hard. "Hi, I am Jason and I am new." A deep voice brought Joey's attention to the hand extended to him offering a handshake and that's when Joey realiized that his hand was still inside his jock holding his own rapidly growing cock. Joey felt himself blushing all over as Jason took his hand back. "Ummmm, let's skip the handshake for now. So you must be Joey." "Yes." Joey replied softly and turned around to get his singlet out of his locker. For some reason, his knees felt weak and he lost his balance as he turned to his locker. Jason's arms were quick to wrap around his waist to save Joey from falling on the floor. "Be careful, Joey. I want you down on the floor when I pin you dow during our match not in the locker room." Jason's laugh made Joey feel weak again and Joey felt Jason's naked body standing closer behind him to give him a better support. Joey's heart started to beat almost ouf of his chest as Joey felt Jason's body heat on the length of his naked back and Jason's cock on butt. "Easy boy." Joey felt Jason lightly push him away as Joey started to push his butt out to feel more of Jason's cock wihtout realizing what he was doing. Joey felt shame and embarassment but his cock stood bigger than ever. Joey hurriedly finished getting dressed and walked away from Jason but not before he saw Jason's cock getting semi-hard and growing to a size that Joey could never imagine on a human body. Jason and the rest of his team joined Joey in the gymnasium. They always had the wrestling team's gym's temperature set up high to make everyone sweat during the practice as it helped with the weight management as well. However Joey felt it was almost unbearable today as Jason stood close to him. When the door opened, instead of Mr. Smith, there was a black giant whose face resembled Jason's. Everyone admired and welcomed the two big strong black men newly joining them. However Joey was uneasy with new feelings these two men started in him however Joey felt strong connection with two men as well. As the coach ordered the team to break up in two to stretch, Joey and Jason faced each other as they both felt so naturally drawn. Even the whole team seemed to accept their coupling as if it was the most natural thing and didn't crowd around Joey as they normally do. After few minutes of stretching, the coach told them to play around with their partner for a while. At no time, Jason had pinned Joey down and used his body weight to push him down. Strangely Joey didn't fight hard as he felt safe and comfortable with his new position. New coach came by them few times and made eye contact with Joey before walking away to attend others. That's how Joey met Jason and his new coach, James.... and Joey's new life began.

A fling out of time It was a casual Sunday morning and I was bored. For some reason I had gotten up early, had already hit the gym and had had breakfast. And it was still only 9:00 AM. So I decided to take a stroll on the parkway close to my house. As I walked along I passed several people walking their dogs and a few just taking a stroll like me. In the two years I had lived at my current place I had never explored the area around the parkway, although every so often I had noticed some very hot guys casually heading down either the paved path or the gravel path. I had come out in my late teens and started hanging out with several other gay teens, sometimes frequenting the local bars once I was 18, although I couldn’t go into many of them except on 18 and over nights where I would be branded with a red x on the back of my hand, I could converse with those gentlemen coming and going to the establishments. I was not virgin to having sex with older guys many up to 15-20 years my senior as I grew older and was allowed to enter and partake of the libations served within. So at 23 I suspected what the guys might be doing off the paved path, I was intrigued by what the dirt paths might be hiding, so after observing the area for about a half hour I noticed more guys used certain paths more than others. I finally gathered the courage to explore and headed towards a path that seemed to be popular. Looking around I didn't see anyone paying attention to me, so I slipped through the brush at its entrance and soon found myself in a whole new world. It was a world of nature and within the first fifty yards the noise and bustle that was ever present on the parkway's paved path disappeared and the sounds and smells of nature permeated the surroundings. I followed the path for another hundred yards and thought maybe the guys were just trying to get away and relax when I noticed movement to my left. I stopped and watched as a head poked up through the brush under a tree. It was a blonde guy, perhaps a couple of years senior to me. His eyes were closed, and appeared to be in the throes of pleasure. Stepping closer, I apparently made a slight sound because he opened his eyes and, having registered me, smiled at me. Then I saw the young man on his knees in front of the blond guy. The young man's head bobbed up and down on the blonde's erect phallus. The blonde began shaking as he climaxed into the kid's mouth. As the boy pulled off I recognized him as one of the courtesy clerks at my local market, just turned 18 5’7’and a skinny 135 pounds but with the beginnings of toned muscle starting to show from carrying groceries out for customers of the market. He had close cropped red hair and just smiled at me as he licked cum off his lips, I think he recognized me as well. The blonde being satisfied by the twink zipped up and walked towards me slipping me a business card to me as he passed and groped my hard on in my jogging shorts “He’s going to enjoy this one, give me a call sometime” I looked at the card he passed me, it had his name and number on it along with a phrase at the bottom “Versatile Top, Massages, Video productions, Party planner, Guaranteed conversions” I looked at the boy in front of me, sitting back on his haunches ass against his heels looking at me with puppy dog eyes beckoning me to come closer, I stepped up to him as he placed his fist on either side of my bulge and caressed my member with the back of his hands through the flimsy nylon material, making a wet spot appear on the front of my shorts. He began sucking my cock through the shorts, before pulling my tool out and swallowing it deep into his throat, gagging as it hit the back of his throat and entered his windpipe. I was getting close , feeling my balls pull up I was about to cum as he pulled down on my scrotum and pulled off my cock, stood quickly and turned around and impaled himself on my engorged tool, riding me till I blew 6 or 7 blast of my semen up his raw unprotected hole, a first for me as I always fucked with a condom until then. It felt incredible as his hole milked every drop from my phallus. He pulled off and turned back around sucking my cock clean, then pulled up his pants and quickly left stating ”Darn I’m going to be late for work, but thanks for your gift sir, I’ll be holding it in all day thinking about you” He dashed off and I stood there alone with my shorts around my ankles almost in shock coming down off my orgasmic high.

I've got a big fetish with policemen.. I wanna fuck or get fucked i don't care.. they make me soooooo horny... with their working clothes on a chair sucking them...

I grew up in an upper middle class neighborhood to parents that were well known in our community. I had a privileged life. By the time I was a freshman in high school, I definitely knew I was attracted to guys... Luckily for me, I had a body that many of the guys I liked were attracted to as well. Life was good. I had my pick of any of the girls or guys that I might want. Until... my dad died suddenly. It was devastating. I felt sooooooo alone for the next couple years. My mother eventually remarried. He and I never got along... He wasn't like me dad. He drank, cussed, I was pretty sure he did drugs, and he always seemed to be "between jobs". In front of mom, we he and I always seemed to get along but when she wast around, he used to call me a "worthless pussy." The meaner he got, the less time I spent at home. The less time I spent at home, the more time I'd spent hooking up. By the time I turned 18, I was sucking dick and getting fucked in bookstores, parks, and meeting strangers I found online. Despite the fact that it seemed like i'd fuck most any hot, older guy, anywhere, I had one rule. I never did it at home... I got too comfortable. I got a text from a married fuck-buddy... he wanted me to blow him but he didn't have a place. I wanted his load more than anything and agreed I'd blow him at my place.

Does anyone else love being barebacked in converse hi tops or am I alone in this one

I lost my virginity at the age of 15, and had girlfriends off and on, so off and on I got a blow job, or occasionally got to fuck a girl, but looking back it seemed as if sex wasn't satisfying - sort of as if I was always, in some unknown way, holding back. In addition, as generally girls didn't want to swallow my load, I found blow jobs less than truly satisfying. Anyway, I was 19 or 20 - legal but not old enough to go to bars. But I was curious about gay bars and once I tried them, I found that the doormen weren't as strict as they were at college bars. It wasn't hard to get picked up and get blow jobs, but I didn't think of any of it as more than blowing a load in a willing mouth. That changed one night when I went to a biker bar and a guy named Jay started chatting me up. He seemed much older at the time (probably 40) and as we talked he cupped my cock through my jeans and massaged it. He was a big, good-looking guy, complete Marlboro man type. Keys on the left, which even then I knew meant he was a top. After a while he asked me over to his apartment, which was nearby. I told him I had no interest in bottoming or fucking of any kind and just wanted a blow job, and he said that was what he had in mind. Jay gave me the first real blow job I ever had. He could take it all the way down his throat in one swallow... it was like he had muscles in his throat that could actually milk the head. Drove me crazy. He edged me for a while and then told me that when I was going to blow I should tell him. Shit, I thought, he's going to pull off and jerk me off. No way. When I said "Shit, I'm gonna come," he grabbed my ass with both hands and sucked me even deeper in his throat. I blew the biggest load of my life straight down his throat -- it was like he didn't even swallow. That was what I always wanted from sex and never found. It was fucking incredible, a complete head rush. We took a break and I had a smoke while he drank a beer and put on some porn. It was hardcore fucking like I hadn't seen before -- a rough top really ripping a guy's ass. Before long I was hard as a rock again and stroking myself. Jay said, "Hey, let's try something different." He laid down on his back with his head hanging off the bed and said "I want you to fuck my throat like that guy" (the guy in the movie). "Don't worry. You can't hurt me. Make me gag on it. Make me take it." He got a bottle of poppers out of a drawer and took four hard hits on it, finishing with putting the bottle in his mouth and taking a mouth hit. By the time he was done he was grabbing for my cock and shoving it in his mouth, groaning. I grabbed his head and started fucking his mouth like I was fucking an ass (or a pussy). He just moaned and took it. It started to feel good, so I did it harder. Then it started to feel really good. I went harder. After a few minutes, he coughed and started to choke, and I automatically started to pull out, but he groaned and grabbed my ass, holding my cock in his throat. When he was sure I wasn't going to stop he got out the poppers again and took a couple more hits, then took me down his throat again until he choked. This time I didn't hesitate and pounded his throat. The more he coughed and gasped, the more I fucked his throat. He never touched his cock but it was completely hard. For the first time in my life I felt like this was the way I wanted to fuck -- just using a mouth like a hole. This time when I came I held his head and forced my cock and cum as far down his throat as I could, yelling. When I let go he just curled up on the bed and tried to get his breath. After a while he said, "That's how you fuck a throat, man. That's how you fuck, period." Jay gave me his number and I called him a few days later. Over the next few months he taught me a lot more, including how to use poppers and how to get in the head space where the bottom is absolutely nothing but a hole. There are more stories, but that's enough for now.

Take a DEEP BREATH ! Now, first off your symptoms are a little early for sero-conversion. But more importantly, worrying yourself sick is doing nothing for you. It's done, whatever the outcome you will deal with it and LEARN from it.

Sometimes you just want to get a load without any fuss or bother. Last night went to a nearby ABS. A dirty place where you can always get at least one load quickly.The minute I walked into the area with the booths I caught the eye of a guy, probably mid-20s, stroking a long hard uncut dick. Of course, I took his look as his invitation to feast on that cock. I started out by licking out some of that tasty pre cum oozing out of his piss slit. At that point I thought my reward would be a hot load shot down my throat. He then lifted me up off of his hard leaking dick and said: "I want to breed that hole of yours. " How could I refuse that offer? My pants down and some needed lube in my hole and on the ever harder dick that was going to dump its load in me, he aggressively shoved his cock in my hungry hole. After a few minutes of being plowed we had attracted a small admiring audience which always just makes me hornier. Why not take advantage of the huge dick now being pushed down my throat too? I could hear and feel my fucker get closer and my throat fucker groaning on the brink of feeding me a load. Having been in this position before rarely do you get a simultaneous filling! That is exactly what I got...as my mouth filled with a huge hot load the hard dick in my pig hole unloaded a pulsing load of cum. The definition of pig heaven as far as I am concerned. As both of my holes swallowed their rewards in true pig fashion my eyes started looking around the room for my next load.

There's not really a part of the male anatomy that I don't fucking absolutely love. But man! A hot, hairy, sweaty, clean, real man's ass crack and hole really is heaven on earth...the sight a hairy crack between two firm, meaty globes, the smell of his sweat, the feel of my nose and goatee and face and head rubbing in that crack, the taste as my tongue starts probing that hole (and oh God! the ecstasy if cum dribbles out onto my tongue and into my goatee!), the feel of my cock head against that hole, the sight of my shaft slowly sliding deep inside, that shudder of delight, the noise of our bodies crashing together, that loud, echoing sound made by my cock slamming into that wet, warm, well-fucked hole (you know that sound when you hear it!). And don't even get me started about fisting.... Yeah, I guess you could say I kinda like ass. Now, more than anything else? Well....

I gave my last load to a cum slut off of A4A. He was hosting in a motel not far from me and taking all the loads he could. I got there and he's already quite loose with many loads in him, didn't take long for me to finger/fist him then to get my dick inside. Didn't last long. I added my load to the many and left the slut. Felt very good to nut in an anon bottom.

A few years ago, there was a married guy in his 40's that used to stop by my place and breed me. It was always very quick and anonymous. I usually could only host for limited amounts of time and he only had a few minutes to slip away from work, so when we had the chance, I used to wait for him face down ass up and he would come in and pound my hole, dump his load and split. After the first few times, he got a little more comfortable with not having to be anonymous, so when he would finish, I would turn around and we would make small talk while he got dressed. He one time was getting dressed and said he needed to get back to work. I asked him what he did as he started putting his clothes back on and he said "can't you tell?" He was putting on a police uniform. It made me so instantly hard that I wanted to cum right there. I never really had a cop fetish before that l, but now knowing that a cop was stopping by and breeding my hole just felt so hot. So yeah, I do get the fetish.

For me pretty much the min i get horny and hard with another guy i leak precum like crazy especially if i got something in my ass as well, best way ive found to milk myself with a toy though is i`ll edge for a day or two and then play with my toy its like a fucking faucet gets turned on

Seems there's a bit of debate over this...however, personally I'd never put my penis in a chastity device or want my partners to. There are plenty of other options for physical and psychological play.

Neighbor of mine that likes to play in public hits me up horned. Been edging his cock a while and needs to unload NOW! Trying to think up a good place to do it we end up meeting in the stairs of our highrise, quick, easy, dirty, kind of public! Wait on the 13th floor for him, he shows up cock out of his pants and I blow him. A minute of that and he wants in my hole, I bend over he slides in and stops edging himself! Big load dripping out of my ass!

CHPT 9: The Road Trip Part 1 - “Oh yes, I been missing that hole you sissy. Come on back to the bed, let’s see what 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!” As Brett turned the RV west onto the interstate, Pa bent me over the stained bed in the back and worked another finger up my ass, twisting it around, coating my insides with Brett’s load. I scrunched my face as I ran my tongue across my teeth, shifting the remnants of the vile, chunky load he shot in my mouth. How can anyone’s cum be that thick? As he pulled his fingers out and reached out to stick them in my mouth so I could get a taste, Pa said, “Now this next load, I am going to take my time working out sissy, hear me? I’m going to explore that ass and plan to dump a few more loads up in there and no worries about this well running dry, remember? No, well, you will, yes you will.” Pa’s big white dick was now hard again and pressing at my hole, anxious to probe the depths of my guts. While I was still upset about having to leave ROXIES, and my chest ached from missing Harold already, the sissy cum slut in me took over. I leaned to the right, grabbed a couple of dirty pillows, slid them under my chest, bent forward, raised my hips up, and begged Pa, “Fuck me, push that nutt in me!” The foreskin on Pa’s dick slid back as he guided his shaft into my hole. Pa sighed, “Oh damn sissy, that cunt is as good as the first time I slid up in there and it’s so nice and wet and just dripping. That’s it, push back on that dick. Push it!” I moaned and groaned in pleasure as Pa angled his dick left, right, up, then down exploring my well trained ass. After a while he leaned over my back, sweat dripping off his brow as he continued to thrust and grunt, “Making me….work….for…that nutt….want my cum sissy? Want it? TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD, TAKE MY…..” After releasing in me, Pa pulled out, flopped onto the bed, his chest rising and falling from the fuck. I stood up, reached back, felt my hole and brought my coated finger to my mouth and licked it, tasting the mix of Brett’s load now mixed with Pa’s. Pa was now leaning up on his left elbow watching me. He smiled, reached over, grabbed a cigarette, lit it, then patted the bed and scooted back a little so I could lie down beside him. I reached behind me and nestled his now soft dick between my cheeks, trying to stroke it hard again, but it was clear he was done so I growled a little in frustration. “You still hungry sissy?” Pa asked, blowing his smoke in my face as he reached over me to tap the cigarette into the ashtray on the bed stand. “Yeah. I…I’m horny I guess. Curtis gave me some..,” but I quickly stopped. I wasn’t sure how much Pa knew or if he would be upset to hear about it. Pa just chuckled, “I bet.” He handed me his cigarette and had me put it out, then he laid on top of me, pressing his weight into me, and began kissing me rough and with a hunger. His mustache felt strange as he forced his tongue into my mouth and his hand started squeezing my body, rubbing me, as he slowly ground his hips. After about 5 minutes Pa was interrupted in his efforts by the RV slowing down, taking a hard right, then another, and then rumbling to a stop. I grunted as he poked my ribs as he rolled off me and sauntered to the front of the RV where he and Brett started talking. I rubbed my head, my thoughts rolling around like dice in a cup, but not stopping, just rolling, and rolling, and rolling. Pa came back in, grabbed some jeans, an old button up shirt off the floor, and a minute later I heard the door bang shut. I didn’t care where we were or what was going on and stayed where I was. Brett soon parted the curtain, plopped down hard on the bed beside me, reached over, fumbled in the drawer and pulled out a baggie of crystal. He ground some up on a mirror with a spoon and razor blade, grabbed a small straw, hit a few lines, then handed it to me. As I snorted the white powder, the dice calmed down a little bit. “So how you been?” Brett asked. “Did you get some good dick? Who was your favorite? Tell me about all the nasty shit you been up to. You know we had to get a new RV cause you know we got lay low. We got a good connect for that crystal now. Pa and I been running it back and forth on I-10 from here to there and of course fucking like demons along the way. Want some more? Why you quiet? I bet I know. Pa fucked the sense right out of you huh?” Damn I thought. He was fucking worse than AJ with a mouth that would not shut up. “Look. I..ah..don’t really know what’s going on….I..ah..I..” could only stammer as my thoughts clouded even further and the crystal took over. Brett smiled, put his arm around me and hugged me tight immediately putting me at ease. “No worries sissy-bro. You have bad spells that’s all. We had to leave you with Curtis for a bit while we took care of business. Here do another line, we’ll hang out and catch up a bit, then what say you and I have some more fun?” I didn’t have time to ask where my stuff was in the RV or any other question like were they really my family and why I felt nothing or remembered nothing because just then the RV rocked as Pa came back in and when he pushed the curtain back I could see a squirrely little bald man, with glasses standing behind him fidgeting with a tie. Pa motioned to me, so I stood up, grabbed my shorts, slid them on and squeezed out past him and the man. The man went in with Brett, closed the curtain, and Pa guided me to the front of the RV to the table where there were some bags of stuff that he began to unpack. On the table, leaning up against the window, was a large sign on lime green paper that said, BUMPER CARS in big, black letters. Pa then unpacked some streamers, wrapping paper, candles and other stuff and said to me, “Tonight we’re having a party sissy. It’s your birthday you know. Your 19th. That’s right. 19. So we’re going to celebrate. Got all the supplies right here. Well most of it anyways. Gonna get you a cake and some other shit too.” Pa stopped talking then as the sounds of fucking echoed out of the back and Brett’s voice got loud as he ordered the man to shut up and take his dick. Pa opened a new pack of cigarettes, lit one, and then started to laugh. “Yeah old Chuck cannot get enough of him, that’s for sure. Church deacon, wife’s a teacher, and all that shit, but every time we come through, he drops everything to get his hole banged by Brett. If I don’t break them up we will never get our shit done and Brett will be weak in the knees.” For the next 10 minutes or so Pa barely said a word as he fussed around with stuff and Brett continued to fuck. Pa then walked to the back, banged on the wall and said, “Time’s up Chuckey boy. Get what nutt you want now. We got shit to do.” A few minutes later Brett came strutting out of the back, his dick still semihard and coated in ass funk, soon followed by an embarrassed looking Chuck who was finagling his tie. Chuck made for the door, but Pa grabbed his arm, “Give us an hour, then we’ll be in.” Chuck just nodded, scrambled down the steps and as the door closed behind him Brett asked me, “Want to lick me clean?” I wrinkled my nose, shook my head, he laughed and grabbed a roll of paper towels and wiped his dick off. Pa then looked at me and said, “So for your birthday, we need to get you a new ID. Wished Curtis had let you get more sun, but maybe Chuck can deal with that. Good thing your hair grows fast, that’s good. Real good.” He tossed a box at me. “See that hot little blonde on the cover? That’s going to be you sissy, all blonde and with a little sun tan, and a nice new look I think. Brett, get the supplies out.” Just about an hour later I stepped out of the RV feeling like I was a different person. Pa had mixed up some bleach for my hair and while it set and did it’s work, Brett had gone to town and shaved me clean all around my dick and ass hole. I was not real hairy to begin with, but it felt strange that’s for sure. Pa had to bark at Brett a few times as his fingers slid up my hole or his mouth found my dick, but eventually he got it done. Pa dug around in another bag, pulled out a new pair of jeans, a tank top, tossed them to me and once dressed, had me follow him into the building next to the RV. We walked down a couple of halls until Pa found the office he wanted and without even knocking he just walked in. Chuck was sitting at a computer typing away, but stopped when we came. “You ready?” Pa asked. Chuck just nodded and pointed to the corner where there was a white projector screen hanging down and a camera on a tri-pod in front of it. Pa guided me over to the wall, stood in front of me, messed my hair up a bit, considered it, shook his head, pulled it back, shook his head, “Can he wear a cap?” Chuck replied with a firm, “No.” So Pa continued messing with my hair and settled on a ‘fluffy/messy’ look. “Ok Chuck my man, do your thing,” Pa said. Chuck came over, fidgeted with his tie, peered through the camera and said, “Smile.” Pa then had him take several more, some with a smile, some without. Some with me looking a bit down. Pa asked, “So what do you think? First thing in the morning?” Chuck just nodded as Pa hustled me towards the door, stopped, and said to Chuck, “We’ll be parked out back or may hit up the old haunts. If you need some more dick, you know Brett is up for it.” Chuck fidgeted with his tie again and just waved his hand in dismissal. As we made our way back to the RV Pa said, “Old Chuck is a man of many talents. He’ll have your new ID in the morning. Driver’s license, high school diploma, passport, social security card, and even a fucking library card.” I just shrugged, not really knowing why I needed those things, where my old ones were, or why I should care. Back in the RV Brett was still naked, but the table was now covered in balloons. “Come on sis, help me blow these up. We’re going to do this up right.” Pa grabbed a couple empty bags and said he had to go out for a bit and I made my way to the back and did a couple more lines of crystal. When I came out, Brett was grinning at me like the Cheshire cat, let the balloon he was working on skitter away as he let the air go, and bent me over in the middle of the RV and slid his now hard dick up my ass. I was so fucking horny and his raw dick felt so good, and as he fucked, globs of Pa’s cum from earlier dripped out on the floor and got worked into the linoleum by our feet shuffling back and forth. By the time Pa got back we had only blown up maybe five more balloons, but he did not seem to notice as he set a small cake on the counter and tossed his now full bags onto the seats by the table. He dug around in one, found a super small swimsuit, tossed it to me and said, “Here. Put this on. There’s still some good sun left so get up on the roof with Brett and tan up, but keep that ass pussy covered. I want them cheeks lilly-white.” I put on the trunks, posed and turned, meeting Pa’s approval, took a pair of sneakers Brett gave me and my old shorts and followed him out to the end of the RV, and up the ladder onto the roof. Brett untied a couple of lounge chairs, opened them up, laid out the cushions, put towels down, stripped totally naked and smiled as he plopped down, closed his eyes and stroked his dick. I looked around, but none of the buildings around us were taller than one story, so no one could see. It wasn’t long before I was feeling burnt, my head ached like hell, so I climbed down and made my way back inside the RV. Pa was singing along to some music echoing like tin out of a banged up radio on the counter as he did his best to decorate using the balloons, some streamers, and other stuff that looked like it had come from a trash can, and get things cleaned up for my party. I drank some water, but spilled a bit of it as my hands were shaking. Pa took me by the arm, “Come in back and lay down. Bet the sun was a bit much right off. Also time for your shots.” I laid on the bed, Pa set out a leather case like Curtis had, opened it, took out one of the bottles filled with a dark liquid, filled a needle, had me pump my fist a couple times, then finding the vein, emptied the syringe in my arm. Immediately my headache vanished, but so did everything else as I closed my eyes with Pa patting my arm clean and looking at me with a satisfied grin. Brett came and woke me up a bit later and I felt really groggy, fuzzy, and had all these fleeting images float by in my mind like the water going down a sink drain. Curtis, Harold, AJ, ROXIES, it was all still there – but almost out of reach. I did a couple lines of crystal off a paper plate Brett handed and then my mind focused on the here and now. I stripped off my little suit, pulled on my old shorts, and went out to the front of the RV where Pa was standing holding the cake with the biggest grin on his face as he and Brett then burst into a very bad rendition of Happy Birthday. The sun would be setting in a bit and as my birthday gift, Pa said we would go out to the rest area by the lake just outside of town, skinny dip and cool off, smoke, drink, and also see what business we could drum up. Brett and I cleaned up as Pa drove and soon we pulled into the parking lot and parked near the restrooms. Pa told me to go in back and get undressed as he and Brett would first do a round of the parking lot and folks there to see if there was any business to be had. Silly me, I was thinking they were going to sell drugs or something, but soon became clear the business he meant was selling my ass. I was sitting on the bed, had done some crystal and shoved a coated finger up my ass. The hot burning brought a memory flashing back of Curtis and my body instantly responded and I ached and needed to be fucked so bad right then. I stood up as I heard the RV door open and Pa’s voice say, “Just go on back. Trust me. You’ll enjoy that pussy. Remember, for $20 you can do what you want, just be quick about it.” A shadow fell across the doorway as a man walked down the hall into the bedroom. He was older, normal looking I guess, nothing special or extraordinary, and looked like he worked in an office from his clothes. “Bend over, let me see your ass please,” he said. I did as he asked, “Oh yeah, look at that, finger your hole a little, oh yeah, let me see your hole, stick your finger in there, oh yeah, fuck yourself,” he said as he jacked his dick. I was in no mood to give a show so got on my hands and knees with my ass poked out at him and said, “Come on man. Fuck me.” The man hesitated, so I said in a soft voice, “Please fuck my pussy.” Little trick I had learned at ROXIES - saying those magic words helped the minds of the straight guy get in line with what their dick wanted and this guy was no different as he grunted and moaned in pleasure as he slid into me raw and fucked like he had only seconds to live. He quickly shot his load and had his pants zipped up and was leaving before I had time to turn around and offer him a dirty t-shirt to wipe his dick off with. His dick had been small and I was even more frustrated now. Pa opened the RV door and hollered “Looks like that is it for now. Put on your shorts. Brett’s already down by the water. Go take a swim.” I found my trunks, pulled my shorts over them, grabbed a towel out of the shower, stepped out of the RV and looked around, seeing a few cars, couple tractor trailers, a car carrier and few other trucks in the lot, and Pa leaning against a tree over near the building with the restrooms, a cloud of smoke forming in the air around him as he smoked a joint that I could smell from there. Looking around more, I could make out the water down and off to the right and started to head that way as a guy in a delivery uniform came out of the men’s room, paused by Pa, who quickly offered him the joint and nodded. Their muffled voices were left behind as I made my way down the path and soon saw Brett’s blonde, wet head, pop up out of the water. I got to the water’s edge and as Brett came closer to shore saw that he was totally naked, the little waves in the lake exposing the top of the shaft of his dick as they went up and down. I looked around, but nobody else was near us, so I slid my own shorts off and hobbled into the lake, surprised at how mucky the bottom was. It was not until I was standing by Brett that I stopped, overwhelmed by fear. Brett looked at me as he splashed some water my way and asked, “What’s wrong. You get bit or something?” I shook my head, “I..I don’t know if I can swim.” Brett’s face got a weird look on it, then quickly went back to his smiling self, “Oh yeah, umm…you can…but since you have not been well and all, let’s just stay close to shore. How’s that? I’ll stay right with you, no worries. Doesn’t the water feel good?” I shook my head and tried to relax even though my whole body seemed to be shaking in fear. “Here,” Brett said as he took me by the shoulders and turned me facing the shore, “I got just the thing to make you relax.” I grunted in surprise as I felt Brett’s hands under the water and his dick at my hole trying to push itself in and I did feel better once I felt his fullness in my ass. “It’s OK sissy, Pa and I will take good care of you. We missed you.” We quickly pulled our bodies apart as we heard a woman and some kids coming our way, Brett laughed, splashed water at me again, then tackled me, making me fall back, spluttering and splashing. Dusk was moving in fast when Pa came and got us. Brett and I were both laughing and seeing Pa rub his hardening dick in his pants watching us quickly dry off and throw our shorts on made my ass twitch in hunger. Pa leaned into Brett, whispered something, then took off for the RV. I started to follow, but Brett said, “Come on. I got to piss and they should have one of those dryer things in the bathroom we can use.” I followed Brett into the men’s room, which seemed empty except for the guy in the delivery uniform I saw earlier standing at the trough like he was pissing. He looked at us, half turning his body and I could now see he was not pissing, but stroking his dick. “Go on,” Brett said, “Wait, here, give me the towel and shit. I’ll wait just outside.” Without questioning, I did as he said, and walked over to the guy, all focus on his dick, which was a good size and oozing precum. I knelt in front of him and he quickly grabbed my head and rammed his dick into my throat. I gagged, spit, choked and pushed off and looked up him ready to tell him to chill the fuck out as I knew what I was doing. He roughly grabbed my head again, this time with both hands, and rammed his dick back into my throat as he snarled just barely above a whisper, “Fucking faggots. Always chasing after my dick. Always answering the door with your ass showing. Always inviting me in or asking me if I can fix their broken remote. All you faggots are alike.” My eyes were watering and spit rolling down my chin as he pummeled my throat with his dick and my ears with his tirade. I was confused as I thought everyone wanted to be with me, fuck me, have me suck them, but he just seemed angry, hateful even. I started to push off him and gasped for air as he let my head go and pointed at one of the stalls, “Get in there.” I swallowed hard and said, “Someone may come. We can to the RV, we can……” SLAP! I grabbed my face, surprised at the sting from his hand, and he said again, “Get in there,” so I got up, went in the stall, turned around, and had to edge myself against the wall on the side to make room as he squeezed in and slid the lock on the door behind us. The door was of those shutter doors with little slats angled down, and the wall on the left was concrete blocks and the wall to the next stall was wood down to the floor with metal patches screwed into it where someone must have covered holes in the wall in the past. I yelped a little as the delivery guy roughly yanked my shorts down, ripping the button, and then dug his nails into my flesh as he forced my trunks down past my shorts. He roughly angled me in front of him facing the toilet and back wall, slapped my ass a couple times with his dick, covered my mouth with his left hand and tried to force his dick into me. “Fucking faggots. All you want is my dick. I’ll teach you to chase what you don’t deserve. DAMN IT, OPEN THAT FUCKING HOLE UP, I SAID OPEN IT, SHIT, SPIT ON MY HAND, MORE SPIT ON IT.” I was anything but relaxed and my hole had clenched tight so he was having a hard time getting in. He added his own spit to mine, coated his dick, spit some more and roughly fingered my hole, and still he could not get it in. I chuckled a little, because it was kind of funny, but that just pissed him off and SLAP! My ears were ringing as he almost tore the door off the hinges unlocking it, stomped over to the sinks with his dick hanging out and my ass showing without a care for who else may have come in. He literally tore one of those little soap dispensers apart as he yanked the plastic top holding the pink soap off the base, came back into the stall, relocked the door, and poured what felt like half of it on my ass and roughly fingered some inside me. He tossed the plastic soap holder into the corner, covered my mouth with his now soapy hand and this time his dick slid right in with one, rough thrust, making me tense and try to pull away. “Fucking faggot. Now you got that dick. Feel that? Your Pa said you were nothing but a sissy pussy, and he was right. Fucking faggot.” The harder he fucked my ass, the sloppier my ass came and sounded like it was making bubbles with the soap. He fucked and fucked and fucked, the whole time calling me names and squeezing my face hard. His pace did not change and I was not sure he had cummed in me until he yanked his dick out in one pull, turned me around and pushed me to a sitting position on the toilet and shoved his now soapy dick in my mouth. “Don’t move your fucking tongue faggot. Hold still. You can taste my load later after you shit it out. You drink piss? Of course you do faggot. Of course you do. Well I am full, have not pissed in hours so drink up you fucking faggot.” The deliveryman held my head tight as I felt his dick soften just slightly before a hot stream of piss started pouring down my throat. I choked and gagged and it kept coming and I forced myself to swallow as much as I could. In mid stream he let go of my head, leaned back against the door and then squeezed his dick with his right hand as he pulled it out of my mouth with a POP and the finished up by pissing all over me, splattering the stall and his pant legs in the process, but he did not seem to mind. He shook the final few drops at my face, zipped up, unlocked the stall, and left. I stayed where I was a minute, wiped the piss drops out of eyes, got up, pulled up my shorts, and as I started to leave was met by Brett who was coming in. I shoved my way past him and half ran/stumbled back down to the lake and waded in shorts and all and started scrubbing at my face and rinsing my mouth out. I had dunked under and come back up to see Brett standing on the shore and just turned my back. My mind raced, I was angry, confused, my ass hurt, my mouth tasted awful, my stomach felt sour. I wanted to wretch, yet soon realized I did not even know what I was angry about really, and while yeah the soap tasted bad, I did have to admit I liked how he fucked, and drinking his piss, and in my mind I heard someone say, “The only thing you need to remember is tops have rights, bottoms have responsibilities and yours is to be a good sissy.” But no, I was still angry. Why? Brett handed me my towel when I climbed out and we did not say a word to each other as we walked back to the RV. I also did not say a word to Pa as I walked past him to get inside, while he and Brett stood outside talking. I went right to the back and did some crystal, and then some more, and soon whatever I had felt dulled and went away. I guessed we were done then as Pa and Brett came in, the RV started, then rattled, then stalled. Started, rattled, backfired, then stalled. Started and stalled again, Pa yelled, swore, the RV door slammed, the engine door on the back opened up, the smell of something burnt and smoking filled the RV and Pa swore and yelled even more, and I laughed a little, did some crystal, and said to myself, “Serves him right.” STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 10: The Road Trip Part 2 **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

I was in Portsmouth Friday. A young navy guy posted on cl he said he was a safe only top. I invited him over and he was hung like a bull. He stripped and I started to blow him. He asked me to lay on the bed on my stomack. He rubbed his massive dick around my hole. I then felt some lube dribble on my ass. All of a sudden he went right in. No condom after a while he said he was close and asked if he could cum inside. I said sure and with that he went balls deep and unloaded a huge load in me. He pulled out and gots dressed and left. Neve a word about why he deeded to bareback me.

oh yeah, that lol. it's always a thrill to feel and discern a guys balls while he is fucking me, particularly love the feel of them dragging between my inner thighs when he is sliding in. oh fuck yeah

Oh hell-- I can jump right into the club and save them a step in the process- already have my bio tat LOL

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

I have a thing for uniforms too. Some wear tight pants showing the family jewels. Like the ones below. And I love to get fucked by my neighbor when he is still in uniform.

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.

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

I think every dramatic life change makes one re-examine one's life and realize what is really important. The problem with the article is that you really don't need a chronic disease to become enlightened. All you need to do is to open your eyes and free your mind. Exactly because what distinguishes poz from neg is negligable compared to what unites us. 1. HIV tests: There is no reason to feel anxiety or fear over an HIV test. None whatsoever. The test doesn't make you poz. It only shows what you already are. If you got infected, you're still poz, whether you take the test or not. The only thing the test does is give you options. Which is a GOOD thing. I've always found getting an HIV test to be a very relaxed, serene experience. 2. Growing old: You just don't need HIV for that. All you need to do is take good of yourself. Whether you're poz or not. It's the same for us all. 3. Dating dynamics. In short: One doesn't need to get pozzed oneself to stop being a douche and treat poz guys as what they have always been: members of the community that aren't any different from the rest. We all like sex and cherish basic human kindness. 4. Doctors: There is nothing keeping a neg guy from seeing a doctor once in a while. 5. Freedom from anxiety. What the author omits to tell is that a large number of poz guys first have to deal with phases of depression and readjustment. It's not the virus that sets one free. It's the realization that at some point you can just choose to stop worrying (because worrying has never changed one thing). For fucks sake, everyone can get informed. Read up on HIV, talk to poz friends. And take HIV for what it is. Not a fairytale monster, but a real life condidtion that can be dealt with. 6. Realizing that the human experience means that things can both be a big deal and no big deal at all. Everytime I see a picture of Alex Minsky (If you don't know him, google him. Seriously, do it now), I ask myself: Would I want to lose my foot? NO. It would change my life a big fucking deal. But at the same time, I know I would adjust. Because as humans we are wired that way: We deal with shit and we adapt to new circumstances. It's not hypocritical to let both these truths coexist. If you catch HIV today, you WILL BE ALRIGHT. But avoiding it means that you will have an easier journey through life.

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Part IV I don't think I slept very long, like a half hour at most. I woke up to my new buddy shaking and asking "You okay, buddy?" "Okay, just tired," I replied. "It's more than the heat," he returned, remarking the 151 Rum I had been drinking was powerful stuff. "I should be fine. I've only had four drinks," I replied. "Yeah, but I don't think you realize how much booze you poured into your glass. You probably poured two, if not three shots per glass, and that's an awful lot of rum in a single serving." I just kind of nodded, too tired to really pay much attention. "We'd better get you up so you can walk it off a bit," he commented, as he and the guy who had grabbed my ass earlier each took one of my arms, and helped me stand-up. My legs felt like rubber and I could barely stand upright. We were all laughing but I had no idea why I was other than they were. They tried to help me take a step and I was so groggy I almost fell over, even with them holding on to me. My lack of balance threw all of us all off balance with the result I fell on an empty table. My buddy let go of me and ended up crashing into another table, and the second guy pretty much fell on top of me. Again, we were all laughing, the two of them at me as I laughed at their antics. "Lucky this table was here to catch me," I noted, which only set them off again in uncontrollable laughter. With that I spaced out again. Only for a couple of minutes, as far as I could tell, as when I came around the second guy was still more or less on top of me. "What's goin' on?" I asked. "We're getting a cot for you, so don't worry," he replied, and sure enough, the cot magically appeared and I crashed, more than happy to sleep it off. Completely exhausted, I nodded out for several minutes, only awakening when I felt something happening to my ass. It felt pretty damn good, even if it was miles away. "What's goin' on," I managed to ask. "Oh, you're awake! Sorry, but your ass is so fuckin' beautiful I just had to taste it, like this," the guy replied, as he drove his tongue into my ass crevice. I just laid there trying to think, but it was hard to do with the sensations he was causing with his tongue up and down the crack of my ass. Then I felt something actually entering my hole. I almost jumped off the cot where I was reclining, but found I couldn't move my limbs. They just didn't work like they were supposed to. He kept it up for a while and then it dawned on my befuddled mind that my cock was hard as a rock and throbbing. Just then my buddy came back and asked "Hey what the hell are you doing?" The other guy stopped his tongue but inserted a finger into my ass as he said he just couldn't resist this nice ass and it tasted so good. My buddy told him he probably shouldn't be doing that with me about passed out and not knowing what was going on. The guy said I think he knows as he has been moaning for a while and I just felt his cock and it is hard. With that he stuck second finger in my hole and twirled them around a bit and when he hit a spot I didn't know was there I moaned again. It really felt great. He kept up the massage there driving me wild but still unable to figure out exactly why. They were talking but I really couldn't understand what they were saying much with my foggy brain. Just heard a word here and there. Something about dangerous, toxic, convert, drunk. Last word I caught I was pretty sure of that but not the others at all. Between being tired, drunk and turned on with my hole being used I couldn't seem to keep a thought. The conversation went on for a while when they guy said he thought it was time for something and my buddy said something like he found this hot too. He said go ahead and try and see what it is like. The guy then pulled his fingers out of me all of a sudden and stood up. This caused me to moan as it left an empty feeling. It didn't last long though as I felt something wet on my hole and a pressure and I was trying to think and thought it was him putting his fingers back in me. It sure felt like all his fingers at once though and then boom I felt my ass give and a large pressure going inside me. It hurt but only for a few seconds as he held still a little bit and then I felt the pressure going in and out of my hole and it felt like about every other stroke went deeper and deeper. He was definitely hitting that spot and I was moaning in pleasure now and my cock was throbbing like crazy under me. He kept up what he was doing for a while and then I felt him go in deep one last time and it felt like he was shaking behind me and grunting some. I could actually feel something warm in my hole but had no idea what it was. Then the filled feeling was gone as he pulled back. My buddy then was saying that was hotter than hell watching that. He told the guy to help him with me a bit. The two of them then lifted me up off of the table and next thing I knew they were laying me down. I thought they were putting me on the cot to sleep for a bit and kind of spaced out again. As I faded a bit I felt something around my wrists and it felt like my legs were lifted up and out. When I came around again a minute or so later again my buddy was looking me in the eyes and I could feel the pressure in my hole again. In and out and wow, hitting that spot again and my cock felt like it was going to explode. I wasn't sure what was happening but my buddy right over me like that then leaned down and oh hell, he kissed me and in my state of arousal I was kissing him back. He broke off the kiss and told me my ass was like velvet but I didn't know what he meant by it. He leaned back then and I kind of lifted my head up. I then realized my hands were held in place by some sort of chains and my legs were being held wide apart and my buddy was between my legs and as I tried to focus I all at once could see down there and could actually see his cock huge and hard. I then noticed there was a mirror on a pole overhead that looked right between us. I looked in it and my buddies cock was hard alright and going in and out of an ass hard and fast. Took me a bit before I realized it was my ass. My mind was trying to figure that out and what it meant but failing as that blasted spot inside there was driving me totally in orbit and I could feel it getting ready to cum but couldn't seem to figure out why since I wasn't touching it. Then I heard my buddy talking. I tried to sort it out but again was only catching parts here and there. Something about him going to cum, fill that neg hole, toxic again, going to be a huge flood, hole going to be ruined. I lost it again though as I was watching in the mirror again as he suddenly rammed his cock to the balls in the ass there and I heard him saying something about converting that hole good now and then my cock erupted and sent cum from my stomach clear up to my face. Probably the most cum I could ever remember producing. My buddy then was leaning over me again but now was licking up my cum all the way up to my face where he planted another kiss on me and as my mouth opened he stuck his tongue in my mouth and I could feel something in my mouth also and swallowed.

I did not think I would like someone pissing up my ass. This first time it happen he was Chem up and I was hook.

Another strategy, albeit not ideal, would be to enjoy a few bareback orgies in Paris and immediately avail yourself of PEP. Post-Exposure Prophylaxis is a 30-day course of a full HIV drug regimen, and is effective in preventing infection if started within 72 hours of exposure. It is an international standard in emergency room medicine, although if you were relying on it you'd want to verify availability at a specific French hospital, coverage/payment terms, and the risk that your medication would be seized by customs when you returned home. Unlike PrEP (as currently approved in the US and pending approval in some other countries), PEP entails a choice of HIV drugs. To avoid resistance issues, US guidelines recommend choosing the drugs based on the regimen of the positive sex partner, if known, but that obviously wouldn't be possible with multiple, anonymous partners.

Working on next 2 chapters should post soon

This happened a couple of weeks ago. At about 10:00 PM I left work and, as it was a rather warm night, in fact one of the first in the season, I decided to walk home. It would be a fairly long walk, in fact a few miles, but as I had skipped the gym that day it seemed like a good idea. I was in a suit, but had taken off my tie. Only a few blocks from the office I passed through a busy area of town for straight nightlife when I ran into some friends. It was a mixed group of gays and straights, girls and guys. I knew many of the people, but by no means all of them, honestly wasn't there long enough to focus on the new people. I did, however, run into my friends John and Todd, who were a couple. Todd was planning to go back to the office to finish a project and John was going to drive him there and go home. After only a drink, I was ready to go as well. John said if he saw me walking after he dropped Todd at the office that he'd pick me up and give me a ride home. I thought his offer was sweet, but I declined, explaining that I wanted to stretch my legs, and certainly didn't want him to go out of his way. We all left together and, after bidding each other good by, went our separate ways, Todd and John in their car and I started walking back home. After walk of 10 to 15 minutes, I was about half way home when a car pulled over next to me and I heard the driver ask "Want a ride?" "Sure," I replied, thinking it was John and I jumped in the car, which immediately pulled away from the curb even as I shut the door. As I was putting my bag on the floor. I looked over and was shocked. It wasn't Todd or John. It was some other guy. "What the fuck?" I asked, adding "Dude, who are you? I thought you were my friend John picking me up." The driver laughed and replied "Don't worry. I'm Ramses. I saw you walking, thought you were cute and decided to pick you up." I was stunned at how forward he was about it. I must have been looking at him like he was a psycho-killer because he said, "I couldn't totally tell if you're gay. I'm hoping you are because I think you're cute." At this point I was still processing my situation, but even so answered "Yes, I'm gay." We chatted as he drove and he asked where I lived and he actually drove me home. I was shocked that I wasn't getting stuffed in the trunk or drugged and killed by now. He was a really nice guy. He told me that he was from Egypt and had moved here for school and stayed. We kept chatting in front of my building in his car and I decided on the spur, to ask him up for a drink or coffee. He parked the car (miraculously finding a space on my block) and came upstairs. As I was making us a couple of drinks, he asked if I had a boyfriend. I said no. I asked if he did, he said no. I gave him his drink and went in my room to change. We were talking still as I was walking down the hall. I changed into some jeans and took off my shirt so I was in an undershirt and jeans. I went back in the living room and he said, "You really are very sexy." "Thanks," I replied, thinking to myself Ramses was quite attractive, even if I was somewhat uncomfortable with his pick-up techniques. Still, the dude was in my house, and as we had both finished our drinks, I had some duties as a host to be gracious, so I took our glasses into the kitchen to make a couple more drinks. Ramses followed me, and, as I stood at the counter, he took me in his arms, leaned in and kissed me. His lips were soft and warm. I kissed him back and started to feel his body. I undid his shirt and helped him out of it. His chest and torso were well muscled, and lightly dusted with hair. Very nice, indeed. I went for his nipples and started to suck them and he went wild, clearly enjoying the attention. Then I undid his pants, pushed them down and grabbed his hard six inch uncut cock and sucked it, dropping to my knees in the process. This was so hot. I didn't know this dude at all and his cock was in my mouth. I started telling me what a good cocksucker I was and how American boys were really good at sucking cock. "Let's go to the bedroom," Ramses suggested. Once there we both stripped off the rest of out clothing, and Ramses took a seat on the bed as I went down between his legs, resuming my efforts to blow him. At some point I stopped sucking him and got up on the bed to make out with him and he asked if I liked to get fucked. "Yes," I replied. The lube was on the bedside table because I hadn't put it away after jerking off in the morning. He grabbed it and handed it to me. He asked if I had condoms, to which I replied 'No'. "Neither do I," Ramses commented. As I continued stroking his cock, now slick with lube, he asked "Do you still want to get fucked?" Without hesitation I replied "Fuck, yeah." He smiled at me, turned me over and lined his cock up with my hole, pushing his cock head into my ass. I yelped in discomfort. He stopped and held it there as I strove to relax myself to accommodate his cock. Then we started fucking. I had a bare cock in my ass from a dude I had just met about 45 minutes before in odd circumstances and I was so turned on by it. He started saying what a sweet ass I had and how good I took his dick. We fucked for about 15 minutes and he shot his load in my ass without asking. I was so turned on that I came when I felt his cum shooting inside me. He got up and was getting dressed. He said that I was a great fuck and he's glad I wanted it bareback. He said so many American guys want to use condoms, not like back home in Egypt where any guy who bottomed would do so knowing he would take the top's cum in his ass. He gave me his number and we have fucked a few times since. It's always after work and he says that he loves to fuck guys but won't date them as he only dates women. I don't care though. I just want his cock and cum. He says I'm the best American ever. LOL.

It's fucking awesome. I'm addicted to the feel of raw dick and cum filling my ass. Also, it's hotter once you get into being used as a hole and behind degraded. I love being used by multiple guys.

I'd love to do this!

Fucking HOT! I want to hear more. How many more loads did you get? Hope you had a wet pussy when you left.

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.

Damn - Now I don't feel too bad for wanting to fuck both of you in college.

I really want to try this, especially with a young bottom who's never experienced it either. It'll be first-time fun for both of us.

my only experience was in college when I let my dog (a miniature poodle!) fuck me a couple of times. we both enjoyed ourselves. I tried to fuck a friends bitch once, but it was too small and not cooperative. I tried to suck another friend's dog's dick, but he wasn't into it either. My brother has a bunch of miniature horses, and a couple of times when I've visited I've gone out in the field with his horses and several of the mares were interested, one even backed her pussy up onto my dick for me. but it was a little too high for me and it didn't quite work. but another time with a different mare ( I think) I did get my dick in her.

In Berlin the question is not safe or bareback (nobody fucks safe there anymore), it's what kind of bareback you prefer: youngsters, fetish, poz only, older guys etc. It's just a giant feast, that's why all the gays in Germany call it "Barelin" *LOL.