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Part 2 My Son layed there on the dirty couch, breathing deep, in shock from his daddy raping his little cunt, piss and cum leaking out and down his balls. "Get in the bathroom and drain yourself!" I commanded, kicking him off the couch. He scrambled off the couch and down the tall to the toilet, wiping off his tear stained cheeks. "AND NO CRYING! Jesus Christ, I'm not going to tolerate your sissy emo shit!" I hollard after him. "And hurry your ass back in here! Daddy's not through busting your pussy yet!" He moved quickly from the bathroom back to the couch and sat down, cowering a bit. It was good he was afraid of me. It would be easier to control him. I handed him a fresh pipe and lit it, watching him inhale the thick white smoke. This time I hit it as well, passing it back and forth between us. When it was gone, I took the baggie and put some crytals on the back of my hand and snorted them, enjoying the burn in the back of my throat. Standing up to turn on the camera, I pushed him back on the couch. "Show me your pussy boy!" I instructed my new whore. He obediently grabbed his ankles, showing me the still red and oozing hole. I enjoyed seeing my son spreading for daddy. Taking the baggie I licked my fingers and stuck it in, coating it with powder, and rammed my fingers in his red gash. He moaned as his hole started to burn, the need to be fucked taking over his being. I finger fucked him, making sure to rub his anal ring, grinding the crystals into his tissue. His hole started sucking my finger as he started to spin more. I moved between his thighs, throwing his ankles over my shoulders. Looking down, I stared into eyes that looked just like mine and said, "Tell daddy what you want. Tell daddy you want his cock in your pussy. Beg me to fuck you." "Please daddy," he panted, breathing shallow, "please fuck me. Please give me your cock." I rammed my cock into his cunt while I slapped his face hard, eliciting a loud wail from him. "Take it bitch! Take Daddy's fuck!" I yelled while I slapped him over and over. Fresh tears streamed down his face as I beat him. His pain only turned me on more. I grabbed his ankles and pushed all my weight down on him, burying my cock as deep as I could. Fresh redness covered my cock as I plunged it in and out of his gripping hole. That too just spurred me on more, and I rode him as hard as I could while I spit on his face. " Tell me son!" I demanded, "Tell me what you want! Tell me what you are! Tell me who owns your cunt!" "You do Daddy!" He blurted out. "I do what?" "You own my cunt Daddy! Oh God! Fuck me Daddy! FUCK ME!" "What are you son?" "I'm your whore, Daddy." "Louder!" "I'm Your Whore Daddy!" "LOUDER!" I demanded, slapping him and spitting in his face. "I'M YOUR WHORE DADDY! I'M YOUR WHORE! Oh God, FUCK ME!!!" Fuck him I did! Mercilessly for at least 30 minutes, never letting up, pounding his boycunt as hard as I could. Finally I blew a second load in his cunt bellowing "Take it whore! Take your Daddy's cum again! This is what you were made for! To take real mens seed deep in you!" I collapsed on him, our sweating bodies breathing deep and hard. I lay there on top of him, my mind spinning, knowing I had claimed him as my property. I pulled out my son and stood up, spitting on him one last time. "Go get in the shower slut. We have to go see my dealer and your going to earn me some more T." I watched him stumble down the hallway, cum and blood running down his thighs. I just laughed knowing what he was in for shortly.

I never thought in a billion years that I could end up in a web site like this. It started a few weeks ago on one of those sleezy web sites. You know the drill. We also say we hate them, but we all log into them every day. The subject line caught my eye and honestly, I almost deleted it right away. "Hey, wanna get aids?" It read. What kind of fucked up person wants to give a guy aids? I guess I was not just shocked, but curious about who might send such a message. So, when I clicked on the profile link, I was surprised to find a very normal good looking guy, and his message was to the point. I'm copying it below here: Sup guys? Yeah, I have HIV. I'm on meds but its not under control yet. I only fuck bare. So, if we hook up, you need to know that you will probably get aids. I don't use condoms. I will use your ass. Don't message me unless you wanna get aids. I'm serious! And don't lecture me. I'm being honest, unlike most guys here. Okay, I probably would not have read his profile if he wasn't so cute. He could have been a model. I think I'm a rather good lucky guy .. I don't mean to brag, but this guy was smoking hot! And I found my mouth gaping as I saw his unlocked pics. Toned, hung, smooth, blond .. need I say more?! I knew I should have just logged off. I honestly didn't think this guy could be real, which is probably why I messaged him. He wouldn't let me make small talk even though I was trying to beat around the bush. He gave me an ultimatum. "Tell me you want aids, or I'm gonna block you." Shit. Maybe he'd just let me suck his dick? No. Can I just jerk you off? Nope. He was to the point, "Last chance, or I'll block you." So, I signed off without responding. I kinda wish the story ended there. I couldn't get him out of my mind. So, a few days later, I signed on and I was both excited and a little scared to see that he didn't block me. My fingers were starting to shake as I messaged him, "I wanna get aids." I glanced at his profile. It indicated he was on his mobile. Let's be clear. I didn't wanna get aids. I just wanted to see if he was real. I mean come on, how could this be real?!? I waited for what seemed like an eternity. I saw he read my message and then he went offline. Hmm. Maybe I called his bluff? Aww shit guys, I need to get to work. I'll tell you what happened after that later.

A stressful week usually meant one thing for Brian: a huge cock up his ass to calm things down. As he made his way home from work, he stopped at the local bar for a few drinks before heading down the sleazy part of Smith Street where the famous Club 80 was located. Club 80 was the sex club that changed many a man's life, changing bi-curious straight guys into gay men, and negative men into positive. Tonight would be no different. Outside the street bustled with people enjoying Friday night, and as it was midnight, people were starting to head home as the bars and restaurants closed-up. It was a full moon: the sky was painted with stars and the light summer breeze rushed through Brian’s hair as he adjusted his cap to hide his identity. Quickly entering the Club, Brian paid the entrance fee and the clerk behind the counter handed him a packet of condom and lube. Brian walked quickly past the lounge area and made his way to the corridors where all the action occurred. The club consist of separate rooms, glory holes and dark mazes (where anything could happen). A man caught Brian’s attention and, without hesitation, Brian pursued the man, eventually ending up in the dark maze area where he continued to follow the man into the shadows, where a strong hand caught him, and began to caress him from behind. “I’ve been noticing you for quite awhile now, boy,” murmured the man in a deep, soothing voice, which reminded Brian of the Sirens luring the sailor at sea. The man moved his hands slowly down and grabbed Brians’ seven inch, fully erect cock, while the man's other hand pressed a small brown bottle under Brian’s nose. Unknowingly in the dark, Brian took a deep breath. The man pushed Brian into a half-bend, and, without any introduction or lube, a finger was pressing inside his ass followed by something hard. It was a cock. A huge, juicy, eight inch cock was trying to break into his ass. As the man initiated the action, Brian fumbled with the condom he was still clutching, but the rush of the poppers got to him, and he dropped the packet as the man pulled Brian’s hips backwards and entered him. Slowly. One inch at a time. Balls deep. Raw. The sound of the club’s music thudded loudly throughout the venue, but neither it nor the darkness, nor the thin walls could mask the sound of men fucking. “This can’t be happening”, thought Brian amidst the fucking. Brian hadn’t been fucked bareback before and he hadn't planned to starting that night. He tried to pull away but the man pulled him closer and again passed the bottle under Brian's nose, commanding "Breathe." Brian complied. The rush raced through his body, and his ass relaxed, welcoming the man's cock. “Going somewhere?” asked the man as he pulled Brian yet closer. Using one hand to grab’s Brian’s hips and cock and the other hand to bend Brian still lower, Brian was essentially locked into place and couldn’t escape. The man thrust into Brian's ass a few more times, and then stood still as he unloaded his toxic stream of hot cum into Brian’s ass. “Hope you like the gift” and with that, the man buckled-up and left into the darkness, leaving Brian with streams of cum leaking from his ass. Confused and tired from the fucking, he dressed and left the club and, a few months later, after successive tests at the clinic, confirmed his status change to HIV positive.

Stealth Breeding. These are Matt’s favourite two words as he logs onto Grindr for the third time today to hunt for unsuspected victims. Matt, with his boyish next door look, his hazel brown eyes and his blond curls, huge pecs and rip abs -the perfect trap for innocent young boys. It has been a lazy Sunday afternoon. The sunshine rays break through the velvet curtains and bounce off his smooth shaven skin as he lays in his bed naked and fully erect. He has been chatting to a 19 year old boy named Lucas for awhile now, and in just 30 minutes, he would have that tight ass around his thick 7 inch cock. He has been saving this toxic 5 day load for this special occasion. Matt takes out a needle from his bedside table and starts to prick a condom packaging while he eagerly waits for the doorbell. Lucas arrives on schedule and less than 30 seconds of closing the door, Matt pushes him down on his knees and forces him to engulf his cock down his throat. He then proceeds to facefuck him, the saliva dribbling down Lucas’s face as he struggles to adjust to the girth. After a few minutes, they both proceed to the bedroom. Matt likes to tease his victims so he gets Lucas to lay on his back and begins to lay on top of him and begins the passionate kiss. Occasionally, he would tease Lucas by rubbing his cock up and down Lucas’s ass, playing with his nipples. Boys love this. “This feels so good” moaned Lucas, in and out of the kiss. “Yeah?”, replied Matt. “It’s going to get a whole lot better” Matt grabs the condom sitting on the shelf and lubes his cock which was already dripping precum. In one fluid motion, he pushes his cock into Lucas’s ass. Holding the condom in place, Matt breaks the tip of the tampered condom and the head of his cock pops right through. Every successive thrust opens the tip a little bit more until only half the condom covers his cock. About half an hour in, Matt leans over and nibbles on the boy’s ear and whispers softly: “Where do you want the cum?” “Inside me” “Are you sure” “Yes” “I can’t hear you” “YES” yelled Lucas and with that, Matt pushes in ball’s deep and a wave of pleasure washes over Lucas as stream after stream of toxic cum lines his guts. He pulls out and to Lucas’s surprised, notice that the condom was broken. He puts on a worried look. “Don’t worry about it buddy, I’m clean” “Are you sure?” “I’m positive” Unknowingly to Lucas, positive in this sense means having an ass full of highly potent swimmers inside you.

I had been waiting patiently for my sons 18th birthday. It was finally almost here. Two more days. Two more days till he would finally be of some use to me. Until now the pathetic little emo brat had been nothing but a burden. But in two days he would finally start fufilling some purpose and no longer be a total waste of his daddy's cum. Granted, I had only had to look after him for the last two years, but it was a hassell. I knocked his mother up when were 17. I tried to make her get an abortion, but her parents wouldn't let her. Some religious bullshit reason. When I was 18, I was sent to prison for 15 years for armed robbery trying to get money to take care of the "accident". So yea I blamed him for being incarerated. Prison changes you. I entered as a teenage punk and left a hardened ex-con. The first five years I was a prison bitch, owned by the toughest fucker in the joint. He claimed me the second day I was in there, raping me in the showers. For five years I gave up my pussy to him and anyone he sold me to. Then he got shanked in the yard. Another guy tried to claim me, but I was older, wiser, and stronger. I fought for myself this time, and earned some respect. Soon I had my own prison pussy, a scrawny little bitch. I owned him until I was released. When I got out, I was able to find a shitty job and managed to find a dump of a trailer to live in. That's when the bitch showed up on my steps with our kid and his suitcase. She just dumped him with me and took off with some bikers. I could have just kicked him out on the street, but he was my blood. And like I said, prison changes you. I had developed a taste of hot boy ass, and the power of owning it. So I took him in knowing he'd be legal in two years. Now the wait was almost over. The cumstain had no idea what his future was going to hold for him. I had been planning and preparing for this day. I had saved up and bought a state of the art digital camera, knowing it was an investment for what I was going to make off the boy. The morning of his birthday, he came out to the living room to find me sitting in my chair, smoking, wearing just a pair of dirty boxerbreifs, my chest and arms of prison tatoos on full display. He started to get some cereal in the kitchen, but I called him over. "Its your birthday son," I started. "I have a little present for you." I handed him a glass pipe with some crystals in it. Now, I know he's done drugs. I've smelled pot and alcohol on him many times. But I don't know what else he's done. I knew he knew what I had just handed him. "Go ahead son, you're a man now. Join Daddy in a smoke." He was a little hesitant, but I pushed it up to his lips and lit a lighter, melting the crystals. He took a big bit, coughing out a large white cloud. "Go ahead, take another one son." I encouraged him. He took another big hit, not coughing so much. I kept encouraging him to take more, and the dumb bitch didn't even realize I wasn't hitting it. After his 6th big hit, the pipe was empty and he flopped back on the couch. I knew he was flying, and I knew it was time for his real present. He wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes, so it was really easy to rip his jeans and underwear off of him. "What the fuck Dad?" he started, but a couple hard slaps across his face silenced him. "Shut the fuck up boy!" I ordered him. "The free ride is over. From now on you're going to earn your existence!" His skinny,pale body was no match for my pumped up muscles. I had had him naked and on his stomach before he knew what hit him. Ripping off my shorts I lined up my hard 8 inch cock up to his hole, and spit a couple loogies on my dick for lube. Holding his shoulders down I forced my cock in his virgin hole as hard as I could. He howled as I breached his ass ring, pushing my mushroom head into him and continuing till I was buried to my balls. I felt a warm wetness surround my cock as his cherry was ripped apart. He thrashed and cried beneath me begging for me to stop. I just started fucking him hard and deep, loving the red that covered my dick everytime I pulled out. God damn it was nice to have some hot boy ass again! I was going to make him a great whore. I pulled all the way out, looking at his busted open pussy, red oozing out of it, and rammed back in to the hilt, causing more howling from the cunt. I just kept on pounding his new pussy over and over. Eventually he quieted down and actually started moaning, and soon was pushing his ass back on me. "That's right boy. Ride your daddy's cock. Feel good boy? That's the cock that made your worthless life bitch. But now you have a purpose! You're going to be my whore and make daddy lots of money!" He just moaned beneath me as I talked dirty to him. "That's right bitch, moan for me. I know your faggot ass loves it. This is why you were born! Now take my cum. Take your daddy's cum in your whore cunt!" I pumped my son full of my cum as his pussy milked me dry, sucking my sperm deep in his guts. When I finished breeding his new cunt, I unloaded with a torrent of piss, making him my urinal. "Don't worry about school, I said, pulling out of him as his ravaged hole leaked piss and cum, "you won't be going there anymore. You'll be too busy working for me!" I turned off the camera knowing I had something totally hot to sell on the internet.

The following is complete fiction, it has no firm basis and is just an idea i had whilst thinking of times gone by and lost chances. I apologize if it is rather long. I'm not a word smith. I just write it as it comes out. August 2001. Here I was in Manchester. I had just left home and knew no one. Truth be told I had run away from home. Coming out to my parents had been a bad idea. Mum had taken it badly and I ended up bruised and battered, so one day I just packed my things and left. On arrival in Manchester I a place in a student house and enrolled myself at a local college to do some crappy catering course. I certainly had no real firm idea of what I was going to do with my life, but decided to give it a whirl. After a few days I plucked up enough courage to try out the gay scene. I had never been into a gay pub, and in fact didn't even know any other gay men. I was still a virgin, (if you don't count waking off to porn!). The first couple of bars I visited, Via Fossa, and a bit further down, Manto's, seemed okay. I had a drink in each and was somewhat enjoying my new-found freedom, so I decided to visit a few more bars. As I made the rounds I passed an alley in which I saw a bar called Company Bar. Now remember folks. At the time of this incident I was 18, and knew nothing about gay pubs, which I knew only through what I had seen on Queer As Folk. The name sounded friendly enough so I decided to give it a try. At this stage I was a bit tipsy as I had never really had much to drink before. There was no doorman, only a long flight of stairs down into the basement where, apparently, the bar was located. I gingerly made my way down the staircase, trying all the time not to trip. When I stepped through the door, I stopped dead. I couldn't believe my eyes. This bar was very unlike the other two bars I had visited. The crowd was so much older and more, well, manly looking. They were wearing strange clothing I hadn't seen before, clothing made from rubber and leather. I was particularly astonished by a patron who was wearing a pair of what appeared to be leather coverings on his jeans which left the back and front exposed. (Late I learned the leather garment he was wearing were called chaps). Not wanting to look a total fool, I decided to get a drink, consume it, and split, so I made my way to the rather small bar, squeezing in between two guys, one, an older man who was dressed in leather, and the other somewhat younger, (in the range of 30 - 35, or so), who sported a shaved head and bleacher jeans. "Beer please!" I nervously squeaked at the barman when he finally noticed me. "ID?" he rumbled back. I presented my drivers licence. Glancing at it, he handed it back and nodded at someone behind me. I paid for my drink and decided to stand on the far side away from the bar with my back to the wall. God, was I nervous! Up until this point I had always sorta fantasised about getting it on with slim, trim and cute guys who were my own age, but one guy was staring at me non-stop, and I found myself thinking he was oddly interesting. He was somewhere between 45 and 50 years old, had dark brown hair going grey at the sides, a full beard, was wearing a leather biker jacket, boots, and the aforementioned chaps. Even as he sipped his beer he never took his eyes off me. I could tell I was blushing as I was terribly nervous, but all the beers I had consumed got the better of me: I needed to piss, and quickly, so I located the toilets and made a quick dash inside. Standing at the trough I pulled-out my dick and let it flow, my eyes closed in the pleasure of a desperately needed piss. Damn, did it feel good. I was, however, so buzzed I didn't hear the door open, and not until I heard the sound of another stream of piss splashing into the trough did I realize someone had entered the restroom and was standing along side me. Upon taking a quick look I discovered the leather guy was also pissing, Naturally I couldn't help but sneak a peek at his dick; even soft he was showing a seven inch cock. Mine, in contrast, outwardly small, even though I knew that at full mast it was a respectable seven and a half inches. I also noticed his cock was considerably thicker than mine. Startled, I looked-up and realized he was smiling directly at me, almost wiling me to admire his cock. "Hey boy, like what you see?" His voice was just as you would expect: deep and rumbling. Something inside me lit up. I didn't know what was happening to me, but this guy really hit a button somewhere. "Yeah, I suppose," I stammered. My nervousness seemed to please him more. "My name's Mike. Can I buy you a drink?" he again rumbled. Slowly, somewhat distractedly, I nodded 'yes' as I stared into his deep eyes. I was hooked. With that he put his dick away and zipped up. I snapped out of my trance and did the same, following Mike out of the toilets and back into the bar. Soon we were sat together on high stools near the back chatting. Within five minutes he had managed to get out of me my life history. I didn't learn what he did, but he seemed to have me in the palm of his hand, an apt phrase as to what was about to follow. Once the beers had been drunk I offered to buy him another, but he declined as he said he had to be off home. He could probably see my disappointed expression a mile away. "Tell you what boy. Why don't you come with me so we can continue chatting," he asked. At this point I would likely have agreed to anything. Something that night had changed. I had never before seen a gay guy like Mike. So powerful, so manly. Still, I I did hesitate for a second or so, that was until he leaned quickly forward and kissed me hard, before whispering into my ear "I know you want this, boy. I saw you when you came in. It was as if you had walked into a toy shop at Christmas. I know you're nervous, baby, but we're gonna have fun." By now I was completely lost. He took me into his arms and guided me through the bar towards the door. I could smell his body odor: not deodorant or cologne. Just honest manly smells. My dick was rock hard in an instant, creating a substantial bulge in my crotch. Mike noticed the condition of my cock and gave it a quick squeeze. Shivers raced up and down my spine. "Okay," I replied, as, with he led me through the exit, his arm over my shoulder, and somehow we managed the staircase into the cold night air. Whereupon Mike hailed a passing black cab. Once we were en route to Mike's place, he put his arm around me, protectively, perhaps, and at no point did I feel threatened or unsafe. In fact I felt happier than I had in quite a while! Soon we were at Mike's place, which was a nice loft apartment. As he hung-up our coats, he offered me a drink from his fridge and told me to make myself at home. I sat on the sofa as Mike brought out the beers, which he placed on the coffee table. Then he took off his t-shirt, exposing his broad, very hairy chest. I had never before seen so much hair on a man's chest, and Mike registered my amazement, and apparently enjoyed my reaction, because he slowly he bent down, lifted me up off the sofa, pulled me in for a deep long kiss, his tongue assaulted my mouth. I was powerless to refuse him, and immediately found myself responding with enthusiasm, running my hands over his back and powerful arms. He also spent time exploring my body, pulling off my t-shirt and admiring my pale skinned hairless chest. The next thing I knew he was pulling my mouth down towards his chest saying "Suck on my nipples, boy." I could do little but comply. What I was doing seemed to be right as he began growling and moaning, soon he ordered me to chew them as well, and this was also apparently done to his satisfaction because he groaned even more loudly. After about five minutes of this he pulled my face up, placed a hand on each side of my head, and looking deep into my eyes asked "You're hot boy. In fact you're the hottest boy I've had in months. I want to make your first time special, so you'll never forget, but you gotta know once we're in the bedroom I'm in charge. You've gotta do as I say, right?" I was stunned by this, but managed to stammer out "Yes, sir." I couldn't think of a more complete reply. "I didn't quite hear that, BOY!" he said again, this time his face looked darker. "Yes sir," I replied more clearly. "That's better." And with that he turned me around and guided me to the bedroom. What the fuck was happening I asked myself. I had never even thought of this kind of shit before. Was it the beer? Was it my nerves? What? As soon as we got into the bedroom he turned me around and barked the order "Strip." I immediately removed my trainers, jeans, boxers and socks and stood before him, my dick once again rock hard. WTF? I stood there at the foot of his bed, awaiting his inspection and further inspections. Nodding his approval, he ordered me to turn around. Upon doing so, Mike inspected my back and commented "Nice boy, but I wanna see your hole. Pull your ass cheeks apart." I did as instructed, somewhat embarrassed, but also turned on by this big dominant man, a real man, who was inspecting me, checking me over, me, a thin pale twink fresh from the sticks. "Hmmm. I think we are gonna gonna have some fun, boy. Turn around." When I complied, I could see Mike was thinking about something, and sure enough, he slowly approached me and looked me straight in the eyes and said "Usually when I pick up boys like you, they appear to be up for some fun, at least when we're standing at the bar, only to develop cold feet when we get here. Which means I have to remind them of what we're here for, but you're different. Yeah, I can tell you're nervous, but you're not fighting back at all." He looked on at me with the gleam of lust in his gaze. I returned his look, even if the experience was new to me. Stepping back, he slowly undid his belt, pulled off his boots and dropped his chaps and jeans, his hardening cock coming into full view for the first time. My eyes were riveted: it looked wonderful. Involuntarily I licked my lips in anticipation. I had never sucked a cock in my life and most definitely wanted his. His voice brought me back to reality: "All in good time, boy." With that he moved quickly forward, pushed me back onto the bed and was on top of me in an instant, his hands exploring my body, his mouth on mine Then he moved down and started sucking my nipples, one after the other. It felt like electric bolts were shooting through my body. And, the pleasure shifted to my cock when, in a flash, he took my dick head in his mouth. I nearly jumped right out of the bed as he started to work my dick in his mouth. It was incredible. A tingle told me my cum wasn't far off. As an experienced cock sucker, Mike knew as much, and stopped blowing me, but rather pinched the base of my dick, commenting "Not yet, boy. You've had your fun. Now it's my turn." With this, he rolled off of me, and roughly forced me to suck on his nipples again, virtually chewing on them the way he liked. This time, however, he pushed my head lower towards his crotch. Unbidden I kissed and sucked my way down his broad hairy chest and torso until I was faced with his now hard dick. It must of been at least ten inches in length. "Cover your teeth with your lips, boy, and do what I did," Mike directed as he forced my head down onto his cock. I began slowly, and then began working away at the head. The noises Mike made told me he was enjoying my attention, but all too soon i felt his hands forcing my head lower, forcing me to take more and more of his cock into my mouth, so much, in fact, that I thought i would choke, but then, to my astonishment, I realized I had taken his entire length into my throat, and his cock head was lodged deep in my gullet. Somehow I had learned to breath, notwithstanding the tube of flesh that was obstructing my throat. "Good boy," he remarked, as Mike then proceeded to fuck my throat, quite roughly, truth be told, all the time telling me what a good boy I was, and that I was a natural cock sucker. His praise encouraged me even more, so I used my imagination to maximize his pleasure. And, as Mike wouldn't allow me to play with myself, my balls were definitely frantic, and my cock was drooling. After about ten minutes he pulled me off of his cock. Although I may very well have looked like a mess, Mike didn't hesitate to again kiss me long and deep. "I wanna fuck you, boy. I wanna shoot my cum in your ass." I had all the safe sex lectures at school, but at this point I didn't care. I wanted Mike and his cum. "Please, that's exactly what I was hoping for," I replied. Mike positioned me so I was now on my stomach, and he dove into my ass, rimming me without the slightest hesitation, pleasuring me for some fifteen minutes. Then he slowly worked one, then two, then three fingers into my hole, stretching my ass lips even as he continued tongue-fucking me. "I'd say you're ready now, boy. Lay on your back. Take a couple hits of these poppers," he directed, encouraging me to take more and more until my head was spinning and my heart beat raced. When I wondered where this was going, I then felt a sharp pain in my arse, pain that intensified as his cock head forced its way in. I screamed in agony but he pinned me down, held me there, with only his cock head in my hole, saying "You're gonna take it all boy. You're gonna take my dick all the way. You need this as much as I. My cock is gonna change your life forever." With that admonition he again ordered me to take additional hits of the poppers. Again my head spun and heart raced, but my ass muscles also seemed to loosen and his cock slid into me, slowly, steadily, inch by inch, working its way down until his balls were resting on my ass. I had never felt so full before, almost, but not quite as if I needed the loo! Then he started to work his cock in and out of my ass. The sensation at first was agony but soon changed to that of pleasure. His rhythm intensified until he was virtually slamming my butt. My dick was still rock hard but kept twitching every time he nudged my prostate. I knew I was not far from cumming. I told him as much, and he replied "I'm close too, boy," his pace now frantic, and as he pushed himself over the top, he shouted "TAKE MY POZ CUM. BOY!" He roared and convulsed as he came, his load blowing deep into my ass. The sensation and excitement pushed me over the top, and I also came, blowing my cum all over his torso. I was still high from the fuck and trying to take it all in, but I wasn't so out of it that I hadn't registered his exclamation. Looking at his eyes, which were dull with exhaustion, I managed to stutter "Y-y-y-your positive?" "Yes, boy I am. And my positive load is now swimming around in your gut. You should be proud. I've been saving that one for days!" As the high of his orgasm subsided, he saw my face and his expression softened. He slowly withdrew his cock from my ass as I lay in his bed, terrified, excited and gratified. Mike collapsed beside me and pulled me into his embrace, explaining "It's okay, boy. You're gonna be fine. You're not like those other trashy twinks I've fucked and kicked-out - just for the pleasure of taking them down a few notches. I fucked you to set you free. I want you here with me forever, boy." I slowly looked up at him, tears in my eyes. He'd just infected me with HIV, but then he'd been so tender afterwards. Looking into his eyes I saw only genuine affection. My last resolve gave way and I buried my face against his chest and said "I want you too, Daddy." That night he fucked two more loads into my ass. The next day we talked it all through. As soon as I got my diagnosis he'd make sure I got the best care. Then we went to my crummy student house, collected my things and moved them into his. We've been together now for 14 years, and Mike has introduced me to new sexual experiences, the like of which I never thought possible. And, as I've kept my looks, we now go out to work the bars together. You see, Mike likes nothing more than watching me breed some cute twink's ass on the webcam as I fuck him in our bed.

I woke up horny and decided to see who was on scruff. No more than two minutes after logging on I had a woof. I woofed back and he sent he a message and I pic. It was a nice hard cock and the message said "Woke up like this. Get your ass over here. I need to unload." I told him give me 30 minutes and I'd be on the way. I didn't expect a hook up so quickly, so I took some time to clean out. I'm also very tight so I lubed myself, inserted a butt plug for the ride, put on my jock strap and headed out the door. I sent him a message en route saying I had washed and plugged, and asking if he wanted me to leave the plug in. "Hell yes," he replied, "I loved driving with the button plug in." I was really horned up when I got there. I went to the door and we immediately went to the bedroom. He stripped as did I. His cock was already hard (and big). I walked over to him and he forced me to my knees. I sucked his cock and found it a perfect fit for my throat. Soon I had him full deep-throated and he started fucking my mouth. At this point I knew my ass was in for a treat. He held me until I started gagging and then pulled me off his cock and told me to get on the bed. I jumped up and went doggy. He tossed me a bottle of poppers and started playing with my plug. He slid it in and out as I was taking some deep popper hits. I told him I needed his cock so he pulled the plug out and immediately slid in his cock. He was bigger than the plug and he filled my ass just right. He grabbed my hips and started gently fucking me. I hit the poppers again and started fucking back on him. He got to a good speed and was fucking me harder and harder. I felt like I was going to cum when he said "Flip on your side." We managed to flip without dislodging his cock, and he positioned my leg and pounded me. That was all I could take and he fucked the cum right out of me. The wet spot on my jock told him I had cum, and he remarked with a snicker "I love making sluts cum with no hands. Now get on your back." He flipped me again and put my legs on his shoulders. He was fucking me deep and hard and reached in my jock where he scooped up some of my cum and lubed himself, fucking me for several minutes. Then he gave me another hit of poppers. I started grinding on his cock and he said "I can't hold back. Where do you want my cum?" "Deep inside me," I replied. That's all he needed to hear. He went balls deep and I could feel his cock spasm with every pump as he blew his load in my hole. When he pulled out I felt a little cum run down my hole. I lay there for a minute to catch my breath. Then I dressed, thanked him, and went on my way with a huge load deep inside my ass.

Here's an idea for a story I've been thinking about for a while. While it might not be original, here we go. Couple of months back I was at a Sauna in Leeds, UK. It was Bear night, and in the course of the evening I had a few hot encounters, but at one point, whilst wandering aimlessly about, I saw a group of guys standing opposite the door to a booth, so, naturally being curious, I took a look. Inside was some twink, probably about 19, wearing a jock, laying in a sling, trying to get guys to fuck him, his main focus being a cute black guy. Sadly the twink's attitude was putting everyone off, including the black guy, who walked-off looking somewhat pissed. Well, me being me, I decided I had to fuck him. I don't usually do twinks, as I tend to prefer bears and cubs, but I knew I had to have him. When I entered the booth I saw the twink's name was tattooed across the lower half of his back, but I was really mostly focused on the fact that he kid could position his legs terribly far up in the stirrups. Without a word, I started off by feeling his hole. I sensed he was uncertain as to whether or not he wanted to play with me, so I probably wasn't his type. At 31, with a few extra pounds, I wasn't all that surprised, but when I dropped my towel his expression changed. Now, I'm not all that big, as my cock is only seven and a half inches, but what I lack in length I make up for in width. In addition, and the Kamagra I had had a few hours earlier left my cock harder than usual. "So, you wanna get fucked boy?" I asked him in a low voice. "Yeah, please," he virtually squealed in reply. Fuck, this was gonna be fun! So I began by using the lube I was carrying in prepping his ass and lubing my cock, slipping in a finger or two deeply inside his hole, enjoying the sight of him squirming. I wanted to make sure he was desperate when I finally made the move to fuck him, and sure enough, after a few minutes of attention the kid's erection told me he was really horned, so I lined-up my dick with his hole and pushed into him. Damn, his ass was like silk! I don't think he realised I wasn't wearing a condom, although I saw he had several packets available, along with a lube sachet. Well, once I was in I did my party trick: I held my dick inside his ass and twitched myself. He let out a low moan and closed his eyes in pleasure. Then I started to fuck him, hard and fast, definitely not gently, no pretense of love, just raw animal passion. From the sounds he continually emitted I could tell he was enjoying himself, so I picked up the pace. His face went bright red in excitement and he began wanking himself, very quickly blowing his thick load all over his stomach and chest. I think he expected me to stop, but no, once I start I never stop until I've cum. He tried to protest but I just kept fucking hard as his face went even redder with excitement. After about 30 seconds I shot my load, blowing my cum deep into his ass. As soon as my last jet of cum had shot into his hole, I withdrew, and when he saw my cock he clearly knew I hadn't been wearing a condom, and that my load was now lodged in his body. I grabbed my towel and, as I was about to walk out the door, I turned back to him and remarked "That's how a real man fucks," and left him there. After I showered I went for another prowl, but didn't see the twink anywhere and the crowds were thinning out so he had probably left. What I hadn't told him, of course, was that I had recently been diagnosed poz, so my viral load was sure to be quite high. I wonder if he thought of getting the morning after pill or if in a couple of weeks he would feel a bit ill. Well, it was fun to see the little fuck hammered, and I truly enjoyed every minute of it. I think I could find myself developing a taste for twinks with attitude.

I was real horny on Sunday and when a trick canceled, I hit up my old fisting daddy. "Sure," he said, "Come by, have a beer, fist fuck me and piss in my hole." I gladly obliged, got on the El and went to his place. He was waiting, his slut legs in the air. I put on some porn, pulled-on some gloves and started fisting him. It felt great, and he clearly loved it. He's a total whore. After a few hours, a hot, lean, muscular Mexican stopped by. He was about 5' 4", had a nice six pack and pecs, a full hairy ass and was handsome. As it turned out he was an ex body builder. I got hard and he stripped down and I ate his hole while Daddy watched us. After I got a few fingers in, I slid my bloated cock in hard. He didn't flinch. He just lay on his back, his hole positioned at the edge of the mattress, and pushed his body back up against my crotch, wedging my cock deep in his hole. I noticed he was fixated on the porn that was playing, so I suspect he didn't think I was particularly hot, but still he apparently he loved my dick. I watched as my white and pink headed cock, drove in and out, his hot, full, hairy brown hole. His brown, uncut cock was about my size but a little thinner. I jacked him and twisted his nips as I fucked his ass. After about ten minutes I couldn't hold back and blew a huge load in his ass. Afterwards I took a break and had a beer. While I was sitting there, catching my breath, he knelt before me, and sucked clean my soft cock, tasting his own ass juice and my cum. Naturally I got hard again. So I knocked him on his stomach and ploughed his ass. Fifteen minutes later he got my second load. Shortly after I blew, my Daddy's boyfriend came home - early, and as he was exhausted, he just wanted to sleep. So the Mexican and I left. We chatted a bit, and I suggested we continue playing, but was disappointed he declined saying he couldn't host, so I suggested we go to the back room of Touché. He was intrigued but I assume he is a bit of a a closet case 'cause he again declined, but he did ask for my cell number. I inwardly grinned, thinking I'd be his fucking dirty, trashy, secret. I popped another hard-on. After walking with him to the Berwyn red line stop, I decided to burn some calories and hoof it to Touché, thinking I might as well kill some time as the best action doesn't start happening until after 9:00 PM through about 12:00 AM. When I arrived I realized there was some sort of leather affair going on. My heart sank. Most guys into leather were like prom queens: all show, not really very slutty and very,m very picky. Naturually some of the guys checked me out, and I thought most of them were handsome, but thought their eyebrows seemed to be uniformly perfect, and when they talked, a purse fell out. Somewhat depressed, I went to the back where I watched a hot bear bottom eat out and serve his master top by sucking his big cock. I wanted to join in and rubbed my dick to advertise as much, but they weren't interested. So I decided to finish my beer and went out to have a cigarette which I bummed from a bartender who had just gotten off shift. The bartender was somewhat thin, but had begun to develop a pot belly, a combination that somehow turned me on. He was a white guy, about 5' 11", black hair, brown eyes and fair skinned with a slight tan and had a nice juicy ass. He didn't seem interested but I enjoyed the view, especially as he was sporting a big bulge in front. Then a handsome, towheaded, hairy bearded leather guy introduced himself. It seemed as if he was looking for action, and I thought he was gonna invite me back to his place but apparently he chickened out and excused himself, saying "I've gotta get up early," as he left to catch his Uber ride home. I was about to go back in when another guy came out. Again, dirty blond, blue eyed about 5' 11". He was cute. I would definitely fuck him, and he seemed somewhat interested. We shared a cigarette, and then went back inside the bar to meet his friends. I then saw a squat, barrel-chested fucker at the bar. He had a nice beard, was olive complected, and totally hot. It turned-out he was Moe, and was friends with the dirty blond guy, in whom I immediately lost interest. I wanted to fuck Moe. Which was fine with the dirty blond guy, 'cause he had connected with a new admirer, and I believe they fucked in the back room. Moe and I chatted a bit and when he asked what I liked, I replied "I'm a top, am a dirty fucker, and kinky." He was interested, and asked if I would consider a Sir/Boy role, even if I was 20 years his junior. He shouldn't have worried whether or not I could pull it off: I fucking ordered him around, telling him to suck daddy's dick and not to tell mom about it. We stripped, talking really fucking dirty shit. I face fucked him and told him what a good boy he was, and that he would get raped by Daddy's work buds. That was too much, he jumped on the bed in doggie style and I slid my hard throbbing dick in his hairy asshole. I fucking gut-punched him, holding his arms behind his back. "Does Daddy like his boy's pussy?" he asked. "Fuck yeah, it's a sweet hole," I replied, adding "my cock's getting even harder." As I pounded away, I let him know "You better not tell anyone about this, especially since you can't get pregnant. And if you do tell anyone about this, I'll fuckin' murder you." Moe rammed his ass back on my dick, and after about 15 minutes I couldn't hold back, squirting a huge load in his ass. Moe appeared to be somewhat surprised when he saw my spunk oozing out his hole, and dripping on to the bed sheets. Afterwards we both fell asleep, but when, at 4:00 AM I awoke, hard, of course, I simply pushed my dick in to his ass and fucked him like a jackhammer. Moe moaned in pleasure, so I told him "Daddy loves your sweet hole, and I'm gonna rape it anytime I want." "You can't rape the willing," Moe retorted, which excited me even more than I could imagine. This time I came within about five minutes. A couple hours later we awoke, we dressed and exchanged numbers and I caught the Redline back home. I fully expect my boy will want another 'Daddy load' this upcoming weekend.

Part 2: Hey, wanna get aids? I've had a hard time trying to explain this next part. It's all kinda messed up in my head, still. It's so irrational. But, I'll try to make it make some sense. I took up Sean on his invitation to his place. Honestly, I almost turned around a few times. I was kinda shocked that I ended up there. We made some small talk, and Sean offered me a drink. That helped calm me down some. And then he just told me I should go to his bedroom and undress and lie down on my stomach. I don't know why, but it all seemed so normal. I couldn't get his warning out of my head .. he was going to give me aids. Yet, somehow I walked back to his bedroom and was surprised that I already had a hard-on. As I lied down on his bed, the satin sheets felt amazing against my cock. For a moment, I worried I might get pre-cum on his sheets then kinda laughed to myself that I would worry about such a thing in this situation. I didn't hear him come in. I just felt a hand on the back of my thigh. When I turned my head to get a look, there was his body looking even better than his pictures. His cock seemed even bigger somehow as it bent upward. It was shiny and you could say radiant. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, and I quickly found his dick probing around my hole. I felt unexpectedly wet. Then, I realized he must have already lubed himself while I waited for him. He leaned into my ear and asked, "Why are you here?" And for some reason, I drew a blank. I didn't know what to say right away. He was prodding around my hole, and it was very distracting and arousing. And, then, I remembered why. I softly answered, "I wanna get aids." Say it again, he said and then licked the inside of my ear. "I wanna get aids" I said a little louder. That's when I felt him start to make entry. I'm a decent bottom, but he felt much thicker than I imagined. It burned for a moment, then he pulled out, and gently pushed in the tip, this time having acquired more lube. My mind raced. What was I doing?! When he spoke, I felt more at ease, oddly enough. "You're gonne get aids," he said as he dipped his thick head deeper into me. I gasped for breath. The shock of my willingness and the quick entry both startled me. I squirmed a little bit as my ass was slowly stretched and I felt his length pry into me. "Say it," Sean prompted me. I didn't hesitate this time and managed to say more loudly, "I wanna get aids." He retracted his cock a bit, and slid it in a bit deeper. "Say it again," he said. The feeling was indescribable. I was terrified and turned on at the same time. I never felt so conflicted, but never so horny either. This time, I blurted it out "I wanna get aids!" Another tongue into my ear. His tongue violated my ear just as aggressively as his cock was violating my ass. I didn't need his prompt this time. "I wanna get aids!" I announced even louder to hear it over the slurping noise in my ear. Suddenly, his gentle thrusting picked up into a steady fucking. And it felt wonderful! And .. just full. I was full of cock! When I didn't think I could feel any better, he whispered into my ear, "I'm giving you aids." The feeling was too intense. I had to close my eyes. I almost thought I would shoot cum out my eyes if I didn't. I never been more turned on. "Oh Shit!" I started yelling when he picked up his pace. I was starting to lose control. My sanity disappeared altogether. All I knew how was that I wanted Sean to give me aids. And I couldn't stop asking for it. I don't know how many times I begged for it. "I want aids!! Give me aids!!!!" At this point, it all seemed perfectly normal. He was fucking me furiously. That's not the right word. He wasn't just fucking me, he was violently attacking my hole faster and harder than I had ever felt. He was grunting as he continue to pound me and assured me "yeah .. you're getting my fucking aids in you. You love my aids cock fucking your hole don't you?" he asked at some point. I remember screaming, "fuck yes! fuck yes! give me aids! please give me aids !!!" And then I felt it. The pumping, the balls deep thrusts that hit places inside me I never know I had. "Here it comes!" he exclaimed. And then I felt the wetness, the spasms of his cock inside me. I involuntarily started to cum into the satin sheets beneath me too. As I began to orgasm, a flash of reality hit me. Mid-orgasm, I realized "I'm getting aids ..." I felt a wave of panic overcome me. He kept pounding me deeply and my ass felt squishy. I don't know how it happened, but the terror I felt was folded into my orgasm and I ended up howling "Fuck yes! want aids!!!" And then I must have cum buckets. The satin sheets underneath me felt entirely drenched. I still felt Sean inside me with occasional pumping sensations. And I didn't want him to pull out. To this day, I still don't know why I did that.

Well my first time getting fucked was when I was 17 and I met a guy who was also 17 online who lived not too far away. We chatted for a few weeks before 1 day his family went out for the day and I was free so I went over. I showered again, mainly just to calm my nerves before heading to his room where I sat with towel wrapped around me and he was dressed in shorts and t-shirt sitting beside me on his bed as we started to watch some online porn videos before starting to grope each other and quickly getting naked as I dropped to my knees to take my first hard cock in my mouth, after a few minutes we moved to the bed where he put me on my back and got between my legs before getting out a pack of doms and getting one out and putting it on, the odd thing was that neither of us had actually fucked a guy before (he had sucked a cock and I had fucked some pussy) so we really had no need for doms but we did, before he pushed my knees to my chest and gave me my first experience of a cock in my ass. I don't remember it lasting too long but we did organise to do it again in2 days time when he would be home alone again and that was the time I first took a raw cock.....and became addicted!! The next time we were getting into it again and this time he rolled me on to my front and got me on my hands and knees at which point he found the thing I love as much as a load of cum being blown on my hole then fucked in my hole and that was the feeling of a wet tongue on my hole, tongue fucking me, devouring my hole, it made me horny like I had never been, the house could have been on fire and I wouldn't have noticed...after 10mins of that (or at least thats what I remember it was but it could have been between 2mins and 30mins in reality) he pushed me hard down so i was laying completely flat face down on the bed my legs spread so he was on his knees between them as he slid his body up the back of mine licking my neck and ears as he rubbed his cock against my wet hole, until then I had never even considered fucking raw but all I could think of was how much I wanted his cock to just slide inside me right then and I may have tried to make that happen as I was grinding my ass back against his cock as it slid up and down between my cheeks teasing my hole then as the grinding got more aggressive as we got hornier we both moved enough to allow the head of his cock to position itself at my hole as he stopped to slide back forward again and i know that I could have moved quickly to prevent it but I willing allowed and probably helped too allow his cock to push inside me raw, as his cock started to push against my hole he pulled back from his hard thrusting movement thankfully, as the head of his cock slid inside me and we both let out a loud audiable groan of pleasure as he stopped, waiting for my reaction which was to push back against him feeling his cock slowly slide balls deep inside me raw, we were both instantly hooked from then as he started to fuck me but didnt last long before advising he was about to cum and I pushed back hard on his cock taking it as deep as I could squeezing my hole hard on it as he unleashed the first ever load of cum to be blown in my ass (the 1st of 5 that day). We would get together at every possible opportunity we could over the next 6 months before I went travelling overseas and just before I got back he went for a 12month overseas university exchange thing. We did happen to find each other again about 5 years later and he invited me over to his apartment and spent the first hour or so trading stories of our various bb experiences before he gave me a load then took 1 from me before sending me off with another load before getting dressed and heading off. Only 1 of the lifts was working at the time and he was on level 15 of his building so I had a bit of a wait before finally getting in the lift which stopped at most floors on the way down and quickly filled up, while I stood in the back corner feeling like a dirty cum slut getting increasingly turned on as his cum started to run down between my cheeks and then the back inside of my legs and as I was wearing a pair of shorts I had a clearly visible wet trail starting to trickle down while no one in the lift had any idea, fucking loved it and have been addicted to that feeling ever since, I LOVE the feel of cum oozing back out of my cum filled hole down my legs after a good fuck session as I make my way home!!

Yesterday at the fitness club. This young twink was looking at me in the locker room He was thin and very well hung. As I left he followed me and asked if I was interested in fooling around. He had a van in the lot. We climbed in and it was dark and private. He quickly pulled down my shorts.he pull d his down and his massive cock fell out. He said he had a girl friend but was horny now. With one move he spit and shoved his bare dick in my ass. He pounded for a few minutes and the he said he was going to cum. He asked if it was okay if he came in my ass. Before I could answer he moaned and flooded my ass with his cum. He pumped three times and his cum was dripping out. He said thanks I got out and he drove off

1. The Pary I slipped back into the booth setting my beer down on the round table as I did so and nodded to the booth’s other occupant. I had never been too keen on gay bars but it was my roommate’s birthday so he had gotten to pick the bar. It was still early in the night, the bar was still quiet, a person could actually hear himself speak, and so far only one of my roommate’s other friends had shown up. Austin, my roommate had gone off to the bathroom while I went to the bar to grab myself another beer, which now left me alone with his friend Rick. Rick was a bit older then I was maybe twenty-six, or twenty-seven, to my twenty-four. He was tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders and thick muscular arms. His strong square pecs were clearly visible through his black v-neck t-shirt, and this thick growth of dark black hair sprouted up around the base of his neck. He was just the sort of guy that I normally go for, a total man’s man, if there was such a thing any more. I myself was a little shorter then he, with sandy blond hair, and a tight runner’s body that I worked hard to maintain. Around my sophomore year of college I had started to get a bit hairy, and now a year after graduation I was quite proud of the broad swath of light brown hair that grew across my chest and stomach; however I was now where near as hairy as Rick promised to be. “How long have you known Austin,” Rick said, in a deep voice, shifting round the booth a bit to get closer to me. “We met freshmen year of college, we lived across the hall from each other actually.” “And now you’re roommates? Or something more?” “No, just roommates. There’s never been anything like that between us,” I said truthfully. Austin and I had become friends living in the dorms at Northwestern and then roommates when we both moved off campus our junior years. It had seemed logical after graduation when we both got jobs in Chicago to continue the arrangement and get a place together in the city. Our two-bedroom Wrigleyville apartment was small and a bit cramped but we had found a place in a pretty good part of the neighborhood and sometimes the sun even shown through my window in the morning. “What about you,” I asked, “how do you know Austin?” “I met him a year ago, just after he moved to the city…well actually, right here,” he gestured to the bar around him, “been fucking the shit out of him since.” I was a little taken aback and just blinked at Rick. I had never really been comfortable discussing my own sex life, and I was most certainly uncomfortable discussing my roommate and best friend’s sex life. “Excuse me,” I stammered. “Yeah, I’ve probably wrecked that boy’s hot ass once a week sense we met. Except for when he plows me with that donkey dick of his.” The way that he said that sounded like he assumed that I had first hand experience with Austin’s donkey dick. Just then Austin came back followed by two girls and a couple more guys. The night suddenly took off from there, drinks were ordered all around and many shots started appearing at the table. Eventually the bar filled up and everyone ended up on the writhing mess that made up the dance floor. Austin, having drank more then his skinny little twink frame could handle, and possibly more then I had ever seen him drink before, had lost all of his inhibitions and was grinding his ass unapologetically on Rick’s crotch. Amongst the mess of sweaty gyrating bodies I was the only one who noticed the pair. My gaze was drawn to them as I watched my normally quiet and demure roommate grind his ass hungrily onto this big hulk of a man’s crotch. More drinks were had, and more dancing, Austin kept pace but was fading fast. As it drew close to closing time he had devolved into a sweaty, sloppy, drunken mess. When the lights came on and the bar started to clear out, I scooped Austin up from the booth he had half sat half fallen into for the past ten minutes and started to guide him towards the door. Several of his friends asked if I needed help with him, I assured them I was fine and started to steer him towards home. Just as I got to the corner and started to push Austin towards the L station, Rick caught up with us and slipped Austin’s other arm around his shoulder taking some of the, what was quickly becoming, dead weight that was my roommate. “Looked like you could use a hand,” he remarked. Again I assured him that I was fine, but Rick wasn’t taking no for an answer. He helped me get Austin onto the train, rode the two stops to our apartment and then helped me shove him up the steps to our door. Once we had pored him into his bed, rolled him onto his side, stuffed a pillow under his head, and closed the door, Rick finally broke the silence that had fallen between us. “You’re a good friend, taking care of him like that.” “Thanks,” I said, “and thanks for your help. He would have been a lot to handle on my own once he passed out on the train.” “No problem,” he smiled a broad toothy smile. “Do you want a glass of water or something?” I asked. “Yeah that would be great, those damn clubs are always so hot. I’m always so sweaty and hot afterwards.” I laughed and turned to the little kitchen area just off the living room. I filled two glasses of water from the pitcher in the fridge and turned back to face Rick. He had pulled off his black v-neck shirt and now stood bare chested facing me. His broad square pecs looked even more impressive then I had guessed they would through his shirt. Covered in a thick dark forest of hair they each sported a warm pink nipple the left one adorned with a single silver bar through it. He didn’t have a six pack but rather the single broad powerful patch of muscle that came from manual labor not a gym. A deep v of muscle framed the dense, dark, almost black, treasure trail that vanished into his low slung dark jeans. My cock twitched. His skin still glistened with sweat slightly. I felt my mouth go a little dry. He smiled that big toothy grin at me again. I handed him the water silently, his fingers brushing against mine as he took the water. “Too bad Austin got so drunk tonight,” he said the smile faltering a little. “Why is that,” I asked. “Well I’ve been saving up this birthday present for him all week,” he said, something new creeping into his sparkling brown eyes, “but I guess I’ll just have to give it to someone else.” “Could always wait till tomorrow,” I laughed, feeling a little nervous now. “Can’t wait that long, I’ve been saving this up all week, it’s now or never,” he took a step closer and as I leaned back to keep the distance between us equal I felt the kitchen counter firm behind my back. I laughed nervously again, as he stepped just a little bit closer. “So what is this present that Austin’s going to miss out on now,” I asked, guessing that I probably already knew the answer. “What do you think it is?” he asked, the hand not holding his glass of water now drifting to his crotch. “Dunno,” I said quietly trying to keep my eyes on his face. “A big hot six day load from my big, fat, beer can cock shot right up your roommate's cunt," he answered in a whisper. He was now only a foot away from me, and I heard him set his glass down on the counter with a clink. “But,” he continued, leaning in a little bit more his mouth getting closer to mine, “I guess I could always find some slut on Grindr to give it too. Unless,” he paused, his mouth now only an inch from mine, “There was a hot bottom boy right in front of me I could give this gift to.” With that he finally closed the gap, his mouth pressing hard to mine. I resisted for a moment, but when the hand that had been holding his water came to rest on the small of my back pulling me tight to his hairy slightly sweaty body, I melted. My lips parted and I let his tongue slip into my mouth, wrestling with my own. His hands slid over my body, slipping under my shirt, running up and down my back. He broke the kiss only to quickly pull my shirt off over my head. With my shirt now gone his hands slid down my back till the rested on my ass. He kneaded at the meaty flesh, and pulled away to say, “Damn you’ve got a hot ass. How the hell has Austin been able to resist this for so long?” “I always thought Austin was, like me, a total bottom,” I replied, a bit breathlessly. “With a cock like his that would be a fucking crime. Now get on your knees and get my cock out. I wanna see it down your throat before I stuff it up your ass.” He spun us around so that he was now the one with his back against the counter and I immediately fell to my knees. Normally I am not a hook up sort of person, but Rick was so fucking hot, between his amazing body, the slight stench of sweat that clung to him, his brick demanding manor, and the considerable amount of beer I had had I never once thought of saying no to him. I fumbled for a moment with his button fly but soon had his pants around his ankles. He wore no underwear, so I was face to face with Rick’s self proclaimed “big, fat, beer can cock.” He had not been exaggerating. It was like being face to face with a flesh colored can of Guinness. The massive, heavily veined, organ sprouted from a dense patch of black pubes and sported two almost absurdly low hanging swollen balls beneath it. Without being told to I stretched my mouth widely and too the bulbous mushroom head in my mouth. I worked as much as I could into my mouth, slobbering all over the shaft as I did so. I put my hands on his strong hips trying to pull myself forward. His hands soon came to rest of the back of my head pressing me into him, forcing more of his cock down my throat. Precum began to ooze from his cock, filling my mouth, and dripping out the corners of my lips along with my own spit and he started to face-fuck me. Rick groaned in pleasure as my throat worked his cock, and my own cock strained against my pants. Though I never would admit it I loved rough sex, I loved being used, and this big hunk of a man was doing just that. After I don’t know how long, he stopped and pulled his cock from my mouth. He dragged me to my feet and kissed me before saying, “Strip.” I shucked the last of my clothing, and stood naked before him, my own modest six and a half inch cock shinny with precum. He kissed me again and then said something that surprised me, “Sit on my face, I wanna work your hole open before I fill you with my fat cock.” I stepped back and he lay down on the floor right out side of the door to where Austin slept. At this point I didn’t care and as soon as he was down I knelt down over him putting my ass right on his face. As his tongue found my hole I bent forward and did my best to swallow his cock again. Rick clearly took pleasure from eating ass and as his tongue danced around my hole I felt myself opening up to him, my sphincter relaxing far quicker then it normally did. Relaxing my hole wasn’t enough for him and he pressed his tongue into me, occasionally slipping a finger in too. I was moaning around his cock, groaning desperately as waves of pleasure crashed over me. It was a good thing that Austin was completely passed out cause there was no way he would have slept through my desperate whimperings and moanings of pleasure as Rick lapped at my hole. Finally I couldn’t take any more of it and I pulled my mouth off of his cock, quickly turning around so that I was now straddling his hips. I kissed him hard on the mouth, rocking my hips back and forth I felt his spit-slicked cock sliding up and down my equally slick crack. When I had spun around I had intended to get him into my room, into my bed, quickly get a condom on his cock and stuff his fat tool deep inside of me, but when I felt his mushroom head make contact with my well loosened hole, I did something that I never do out of a relationship. I pressed back with my hips, pushing my ass onto his cock, Rick locked eyes with me and shifted his pelvis forward a little bit. The head of his cock began to work its way inside of me, stretching me wider and wider as it entered. The thought of stopping seemed impossible, plus he had basically told me that he was going to be dumping a load in Austin tonight, and Austin would mess around with someone who wasn’t safe. I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as his cock sank deeper and deeper into me. When I finally felt his pubes on my taint I felt more full then I had ever before. Rick smiled that same toothy smile and started to rock his hips, fucking his cock into me slowly as I got use to the size of his cock. I felt like he was pulling my intestines out with his cock each time he retreated and punching them back in again with each inward thrust. He pulled me to him and started to kiss me deeply again. Somehow he managed to flip us both over, his arms tight around me, his cock never leaving my hole, so that I was now on my back and he was between my wide spread legs. The gentle fucking was over now. Rick from his new position shifted my legs to his shoulders and left forward essentially bending me in half, and then began to hammer away at my hole. This was how I loved to be fucked, on my back like a whore, taking cock deep and hard. Rick seemed to understand that without my having to explain it to him. He whispered “I’m gonna wreck your hole boy and then give you my gift. You want it boy?” “Yes,” I panted, sweat springing up on my face, “Give me Austin’s birthday present.” He completed my hole, telling me how it fit his fat cock like a warm glove. I could feel myself becoming loose around him, and I squeezed my ass tighter working his cock with my sphincter. I honestly have no idea how long he fucked me on the floor that night, all that I knew is that when he finally growled, “Here comes your present slut,” I had become sweaty, sloppy, mess, begging Rick to use my hole. Rick slammed into me one last time, bottoming out completely and causing me to yelp, as he said, “Take my fucking load bitch!” I felt his cock twitching in my hole and I knew that he was flooding me with six days worth of built-up cum. I moaned and felt my own cock twitch as I shot a load all over my self without even touching my cock. We stayed like that for a long moment, laying there with his cock still buried deep in my now cum filled hole, in a sweaty heap, before finally Rick said, “Damn, you’ve got a better ass even then Austin. I’m gonna have to start breeding your hole regularly.” I laughed, “Why don’t we go crash in my bed for a while. If you’re up for it in the morning we can go for round two.” “Sure thing,” he flashed that toothy grin again and pulled his cock slowly from my hole. I clenched tight as he withdrew trying to keep the massive amount of cum he had shot inside me. I mostly succeeded and I showed him to my room with just a thin trickle of cum running down my leg. Rick walked closely behind me, kissing my neck as we walked, his cock quickly rising to full mast again. By the time we got to the bed he had slipped his cock back into me and was slow fucking my wrecked hole. We did sleep that night but not much, by the time we passed out around seven in the morning I had two more loads in my ass. Together we fell asleep in my bed, Rick’s cock just inches from my well-used hole, the door to my room left wide open in our drunken horniness.

I have to start by saying that I don’t party like many other people on here do. The most I have ever done party wise is 420 and sometimes some heavy psychedelics. That’s not to say that I would never use Tina like some of you other guys do—in fact I think it’s HOT how you guys use it to fully sexually liberate yourselves. But for whatever reason I have yet to go down that rabbit hole. If I ever do though I want it to be at a bath house. I want to walk around there and have some guy just pull me into his room and start to shot gun me with Tina. I won’t care what he looks like so long as he has at least 7 inch cock and a bio hazard tat (yes I’m poz and undetectable and would love a recharge with this as well). I want to feel the drugs work into my system and encourage me to throw caution to the wind and just accept my role for the night as a cum dump. I want to feel myself look at him and watch as he prepares a slam and encourage him to give it to me. I want to feel my arm be tied off and see her slip into my arm and then feel as she slams into my brain and then my lungs and force my body to cough as I start to feel her take me over. I want to feel my eyes gloss over as I look at his cock and feel it only right to devour it into my mouth. Taste his pre cum coat my tongue and slowly slide into my throat and gag me with his head and shaft. I want to taste him and feel his bush on my nose. I want him to say good job and you like my poz cock. I want to feel myself serve his cock and encourage him to fuck me. I want to then feel his friend walk into the room and close the door then put some shards of meth up my ass. I want to feel my ass beg for cock and seed. And then as my throat is full of his buddy I want him to lean into my ear and say that he is poz and he is going to seed my ass with his poz seed. Then I want to feel his cock slide into me. I want to feel both side of me full of cock. I want to feel him start to just pump my ass and then say I’m knocking you up….you want my poz seed in you…(fuck yes I do)

Meeting Daddy I have always found myself attracted to the older man/daddy type of guy, I've never hooked up with anyone younger or the same age as me. I know what I wanted, and that was not some boy. I wanted a daddy an older man with experience to hold me in his big arms at night, with our naked bodies and the blankets keeping us warm at night. To show me the relationship between a man and his boy. I am 21 years old, 193cm, 92kgs. (6ft 4" and weigh 202lbs, for those who don't know convention). I guess you can say I am slim/toned build, I play beach volleyball, and I got to the gym every now and then. Blond hair, blue eyes. I'm Half Aussie half welsh.but many people ask me if I'm Scandinavian, I wish I was! As I lay there on my side slowly breathing, I feel a firm but hairy, hot chest, and his heart pounding like he's cock was just moments ago, resting against my back, keeping me warm.As I lay there cuddling his big forearms close to my chest, like his arms were a teddy bear. As I lay there thinking about our hot fuck, I hear a faint snore. Daddy has drifted off to sleep, I don't blame him. It was 2:30am we both have been drinking and he fucked me for a good hour or so. Daddies cock was still semi hard pressing against my ass, daddy was always the big spoon and he liked me on my side. Easy to slide in if I fall asleep and daddy needs to get a load off. Although I always wake up, as soon as daddies head popped in my ass. Daddy had a nice rugby player build and a nice big thick cock to match it. Daddy had a hairy chest, then a little trail from his chest to his belly button, then to he's cock and legs, daddy was 195cm and 99kgs, (6ft 5" weigh 220lbs) he had the most beautiful hazel and green eyes, thick light brown hair, he could pick me up and throw me anywhere he wanted, he sometimes throw me on the bed, which always turned me on!! While daddy was asleep and I was hugging his arms into my chest, I thought how this all came about. I was on Grindr a while back, checking my messages seeing who's new and whatnot. And this guy messaged me, back and fourth. He was 28 brown hair, his profile picture was of him hugging another guy on a cruise ship. It was cute, so we chatted for a while. But one night after I came home from work it was like midnight, I hoped on Grindr to see who was on. And the guy I was Chatting too messaged me, he had been drinking and had troubles with his boyfriend. So me being the caring person I am I asked him where he was, because I wanted to make sure he was safe. He kept replying back he needed space he needed to get away, so I suggested we go for a walk and I can listen to him or I can distract him. I quickly ate something and headed to the meeting point, I was nervous meeting this guy, because we only chatted for about 2 weeks. But I look in the dark distance and there I see this guy, I thought to myself I hope it's him, because he was hot as fuck. As he came closer I could see him clearly and Boy was he hot!!! I got so excited, I had to bite my hand to calm myself down. So we did the walk and the talk all the way down to the beach, not knowing about he's real age at this point, because he never told me I just thought he was 28. So listening to his problems I hoped he would leave his boyfriend for me. (Horrible I know) We were walking along the beach it was a beautiful nigh, warm summer night, full moon, and the waves crashing on the sand. We held hands, and we stopped. He stopped, faced me, he put his left hand on my face rubbing his thumb across my check. He went in to give me a gentle kiss on the lips. I closed my eyes and gave in to his sweet lips, I held his face and returned the kiss, I felt a hand cup the slowly growing penis that was starting to show through the my pants, he slowly rubbed my shaft through my pants, we were still kissing at this point. Then I thought I should return the favour, I put my hand in his pants and boy was I shocked!!! He was semi hard but he had a thick cut cock, I slowly stroked his cock. I felt his cock grow every time I I stroked it, his cock was standing at full attention, I had to use two hands to get a good firm grip on his cock. The guy grabbed my head and pushed my head down to his cock, and told me to open my mouth. I start to work on his cock, but his phone rings, he told me he had to leave, so he fixed himself up, came up behind me, gave me a hug kissed my on the neck and whispered in my ear. As he walked up the ramp to head home, I thought about what he said to me all the way home. "Daddy will be seeing you again"

Part 5 As the van drove through the city, I lay in the back in a chemed up, sexed up haze. My mind drifted back to my high school football days. I saw my teammates naked in the showers, rubbing their soap covered bodies. Then I saw them lined up one after the other to fuck me as I lay on the weight bench, pounding my ass and filling me with their hot cum. Then I imagined their dads fucking me, big hairy men passing the quarterback slut around. As these images filled my head, I reached down into my shorts and felt my raw, puffy hole. I moaned as I felt the wetness oozing out of it, around my finger and down my leg. I knew my hole was wrecked, but I still wanted more. I had no idea just how wrecked my hole would become. The van stopped and Master came to the back and pulled off my tank top. Pulling out some nipple clamps, he attached them to me. I yelped in pain, but was quickly turned on by this new sensation. Then he opened the van door. I started to panic. We were at the bar from last night. The bar I frequented as the top God. I was known there! Everyone would see me as a pig! Master just yanked on my collar and dragged me out of the van. As soon as we entered the bar, he dropped me to my knees. I crawled after him, my head hung in shame as people snickered and pointed. Master just took his position at the bar with me on the floor next to him. Over the next few hours I remained on the floor. People would come to examine me with my cum caked hair, reeking of piss, with cum oozing out of my ass. Master would encourage them to finger my hole, which they did a lot. Especially humiliating were the twinks I had dominated fingering me and sticking their fingers in my mouth to clean off. Eventually we left and Master drove us to our next destination. Club Taurus. A very hardcore sex club. I had heard about it, but had never been. I was informed that I was tonight's special entertainment. As soon as Master paid and we were inside, I was stripped naked again and led to our room. The club wasn't busy yet, it was still a little early, so I just rested a while on the bed while Master busied himself with his phone. An hour or so later, and it was time to get busy. Several large hits and a bootie bump later, we were out in the orgy room. I was grabbed immediately and bent over. I didn't even see the man, but just felt his cock push into me. I moaned like a whore as he rode me, pumping me hard and unloading deep inside me. Man after man used my whore holes, dumping load after load into me. At one point as I was sitting on a guy, riding him, he just grabbed me and pulled me into him. Immediately I felt another cock at my hole, trying to push in. With brute force he jammed it up inside me alongside the other cock. I cried out in pain as I was ripped apart. The guy who had just entered me covered my mouth to silence me and started deep dicking me hard and fast until both cocks erupted at the same time flooding my torn innards. The use of my body went on for some time before Master took me out of the orgy room and back to our private room. I was to get a little break before the finale of the evening.

All similarity between characters and real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are fictional and at or above the age of consent for any/all sexual acts included here in. If you're not interested in bb sex, drug use or straight boys first time being creamed, then please tell me why you are here and not reading a biography of Susan B Anthony or learning underwater Basket weaving? Synopses: In part 1, Rhett recalls the first time he partied and had gay sex. From meeting an older man named Dave at a local park bathroom, to slowly coming around to the idea of partying, to letting a dealer named Aaron convince him to try it. Once he found how much he liked it, he tried staying away, but before long he was back at it and enjoying it more than ever. Teenage TempTaTion Part Two: Dealing in TempTaTion Jump forward a few years to present day, and you’d barely recognize me as the same guy. In the interim I graduated from school, took a few years of classes at the local community college, dropped out, went to work for the family business and rented a small house just outside of town. When I’m not working for my Dad’s handyman business, I am a part-time dealer of crystal to the college and high school kids, as well as an occasional fag from online. Since my job being Mr. fix-it requires me to drive around town at all hours in a white truck emblazoned with my company’s logo and contact info, I am practically invisible to the local PD. Never once have I been stopped, unless it involved some cop asking me how to caulk his bathtub or refinish a table or something. With my tall Midwestern good looks, big cut talented cock, and ability to supply all sorts of goods I enjoy a little fame with the young peeps in town. Being a stud dealer has made me tons of friends, both gay and straight. Since I only party once every blue moon, Aaron has entrusted me with finding new distributers, and testing them to be sure they won’t just smoke, snort or shoot all the stuff they’re supposed to sell. Testing requires getting the new people high, and going as far as they might be willing: fucking, licking, stroking, sucking, etc. Sometimes a guy or gal can handle a party like that, but pretty soon the tweekers and addicts will show their nature, texting or calling five or six times a day, begging to score and screw. If they don’t seem to crave the high, and still enjoy getting off without it, I’ll sign them as new talent. A few might slowly get hooked and Aaron cuts them loose, but so far most of the guys have worked out perfectly, providing new clients to us and running the cash and drugs on their bikes and parents’ minivans with “honor roll” bumper stickers. When the stars align, and some straight guy informs Aaron that he wants to start dealing, Aaron sets him up for a test session with the only female dealer on his payroll. Knowing hot some of the male dealers are, you’d think the girl would be just as gorgeous, but it’s just the opposite. Standing about 5’4, she weighs in around 200 lbs, with saggy tits, a flabby gut, an ass like two sacks of lumpy gravy and the loosest pussy I’ve ever fucked (yes, I’ve fucked her, I had to pass the test to start dealing too). Add all that to her mediocre face, stringy hair and questionable hygiene and you can understand why only the most dedicated straight guys even try to get a job from Aaron. Due to the highly addictive nature of the drug and the age and maturity level of the boys selling it, there is a lot of turn over. With each new guy, Aaron and the rest of the regular crew and I make bets whether the newbie will last til they get a real job and quit or get hooked on the product and forced out. Any guy forced out has usually done something retarded like getting collared or showing up with no drugs and no money for what they were supposed to sell. Usually the boy has some sob story about being robbed or ditching the drugs to avoid being arrested, and sometimes they get a second chance if they’re willing to let Aaron use them for the pleasure of his group of buddies. Occasionally he is even forgiving enough to overlook a small amount of missing green or dope a second time, but whoever is responsible is forever out of the dealing biz. As long as I’ve known him, I’ve only known a few guys to try to disappear with a large wad/stash, but it never succeeds. Aaron has eyes all over town, and once he finds them, they pay him back, with cash or pain. Fully aware of the odd of someone succeeding at dealing, I’m always surprised when one of my buyers shows an interest. I should know by now that it looks like easy money to kids who’ve never had a real job, or college goers with loans to pay, yet no matter what warning I give, I can’t convince them that its hard work. It’s a delusion they’ll cling to until they see for themselves. So when Eddy, a regular customer of mine, told me he had a buddy who wanted to deal, I shook my head and prepared myself to watch the attempt and failure of some kid from the wrong side of the tracks. Nothing could have prepared me to discover this “friend” was actually the son of one of the wealthier families in town, especially not a handsome, naïve, privileged high schooler like Mark Montague. His identity was revealed to me one weekend at Eddy’s parents’ lake house, where I was delivering a considerable amount of ghb, coke and tina in exchange for cash (and the chance to fuck some sexually-confused, drug-impaired jockboys). The cocky teen host was dating some bitch from his class, but he spilled about his friend after partaking in some coke and 69ing with me. That was right before he purchased and downed a dose of ghb, which got him high enough to let me breed him in the back of my truck. I’ll admit I was hoping to take another shot at Eddy’s ass so I was a little bit disappointed that the party was co-ed. Still, I was making a small fortune from these rich kids, so I did my job, pumped a beer from the keg, and asked Eddy to point out which of his buds wanted to sell. My jaw hit the floor when he nodded to the tall rosy cheeked teen in the corner. I instantly recognized Mark. Now maybe this was just Eddy pulling a fast one, because there was no way Mark Minkus would possibly deal drugs. Heck, even at the party, surrounded by a bunch of his drugged, drunk, wild peers, Mark stood up straight, nursing a beer I’d seen him fill when he arrived hours earlier. This fit with my image of the Montague family: Unsmiling stuffed-shirts married to well-bred wives, producing heirs to continue the cattle empire they’d run for generations. My dad was constantly sending me on calls to the Montague house, fulfilling the contract they’d had with us since my Grandfather began our business in the late 50’s. The gorgeous old mansion his family built in the 20’s sat on almost half the land in the richest part of the fanciest district in the most exclusive suburb of our dinky town. I pay almost no attention to high school news or clubs but even I had heard that Mark competed on two school sports teams and was rumored to have turned down a modeling offer received after he’d won some debate at the state competition last year. Looking at Eddy with a raised eyebrow, he assured me he was for real, and led me to Mark to make introductions. Watching the color drain from Mark’s face when Eddy introduced me as the “supplier” Mark wanted to meet, I knew this was the real deal. Oblivious and high as a kite, Eddy missed Mark’s worried look entirely before turning and walking back into the crowd, leaving Mark and I to discuss “business.” Eyes wide with fear, stammering and insisting he didn’t know what Eddy was talking about, it was tempting to let him think I was going to rat him out, but for once I fought the urge and chose to save the kid from having a heart attack. Assuring him I wasn’t going to tell, I reminded him that I had just as much to lose as he did if either one of us was found out, but he still looked terrified when I asked him why he wanted to sell. “Can we discuss this somewhere less… crowded?” His eyes darted around, checking for a place to hold our secret meeting. Unless Eddy had a secret basement speakeasy that I didn’t know about, the only place we thought might give us some privacy was the laundry room. It was located as far from the party as possible, nestled between the back stairs and the garage, which Eddy locked to keep his father’s boat and motorcycle safe. Sauntering across the party towards the back hall, Mark seemed acutely focused on acting like nothing was going on, which had the exact opposite effect. Luckily for both of us, everyone else was too busy snorting lines of C and T, downing capfuls of ghb, or stripping to go skinny dipping to give a damn. Inside the quiet, tidy, well-lit room, I got a good look at Mark and wondered why I’d never taken the time to check him out before. He wasn’t too tall, nor too muscular, but his chinos and polo fit nicely, hinting that his teen body had some definition, specifically around his awesome bubble butt. Wishing I could see it in more detail, I was struck with an epiphany. “Before we have a conversation that could be incriminating,” I said, emphasizing the seedy nature of our chat by locking the door and lowering my voice to a whisper. “I need to be sure you’re not wearing a wire. Strip.” Any defiance in his eyes was gone in a second once I straightened up and crossed my large, muscular arms across my wide. flat pecs. My corn-fed smile makes some people forget that I can be pretty intimidating when I stand up to my full 6’2 inches and puff out my chest to show off the mass I obtained tossing bales and carrying bags of cement up and down ladders. With a defeated nod of affirmation, he unbuttoned his polo and lifted it up over his head, allowing me an unimpaired view of his burgeoning abs, pecs and biceps. School athletics and good genetics were working together to make him into a real stud. He paused before undoing his pants, so I grunted in frustration and took the initiative, reaching out to pop open his top button and whisk the zipper down before he could step in. I smiled when I felt him give in and go slightly limp, and I decided to keep up the forward momentum by sliding my hands down the back of his pants, over his plump, fabric covered butt cheeks, before pulling his slacks down to his ankles. Maybe I should have worried that he’d notice my cock rapidly hardening under my bball shorts but Mark kept his eyes straight ahead, either to seem respectful or out of humiliation, or a little of both. Surely he’d stop me from removing his briefs, unless, of course, I could get them down before he noticed. ‘Aw fuck it,’ I said to myself as I gripped the elastic waist and tore his size medium hanes tighty-whiteys down his legs. Feeling the breeze seemed to re-activate his brain, eliciting a boyish squeak from his mouth while his hands shot to cover his sweet circumsized dick and almost hairless balls. Even concealed, I could still picture them as clear as day, making mental notes of the 3 to 3.5 inch shaft, pretty pink helmet, slight curve to his right, and the generous thickness. ‘Looks like a grower’ I thought before standing back and taking in the whole package. Clothed, Mark was an average, attractive teen boy, but now he could have been the muse of many great artists. Paintings, sculptures and poems could be inspired by his firm manly musculature softened by the last hints of boyish baby fat. His cheeks turned bright pink…both sets of cheeks J “H-How do I know you’re not wearing a wire too?” his voice whispered back to me, catching me off guard. Little shit had me there. Double checking the door to be sure it was locked, I returned the favor he’d done me by slipping off my wind breaker, tossing away my sleeveless tee and sliding my silky shorts to my knees. “Happy?” I asked the teen, who raised an eyebrow and looked down at my jock. Smirking, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and worked them lower and lower until my big hard cock slapped back against my cut abs. Watching Mark’s face was priceless when he caught sight of just how hung I am. Aghast, his mouth hanging open as wide as his eyes, he looked from my dick to my face and back to my dick before turning beet red and forcing himself to look away. “Yeah, fine, put it away.” I gave it another second before I pulled my dick away from my navel and slid it back inside my black jockstrap. As I slid up my shorts, Mark remembered his own nudity and turned around and bent over to get his undies back up. His cheeks spread for just a moment and I enjoyed catching a glimpse of his asshole, surrounded by some light, soft hairs. As he retrieved his pants, I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me, repeating my question about his desire to deal, getting close enough that our naked chests were almost in contact and speaking low enough that he had to stay there to hear me. “I dunno man, I wanna make some extra money I guess,” he softly answered, averting his eyes as he told me an obvious lie. “Bull shit,” I quietly shot back, making up for the lack of volume by sliding my hand around the back of his neck and squeezing as I continued. “I know you don’t need the dough and I doubt you plan on making a career out of it, so either cut the shit and tell me the real reason, or I’ll kick the shit outta you for wasting my time.” “Maybe this was a mistake-“ He tried to wriggle free but my grip was tight. “Too late for that dipshit,” I cut him off, lifting my free hand up to his neck and pushing him back till he hit the wall, pinning him against it with my forearm. “Truth time or you get to explain the bruises to your buddies.” “I… I can’t…” I pulled back my hand a made a fist, and his eyes closed as he spilled the beans. “I wanted to be cool, okay?!?!” “What?” I lessened the pressure on his neck but kept my fist raised. “I wanted to be cool…” he looked at me with tears in his eyes before dropping his gaze to my feet. “Guys like Eddy host these wild parties and provide the booze and drugs for everyone and end up fucking the hottest chicks at school and hanging with the coolest guys, and everyone sees me as the…you know…” “Square with the stick up his ass?” I helped him out while dropping both arms and stepping back enough to give him some air. “I was gonna say goodie two shoes, but yeah.” Mark corrected me. “Only the square with a stick up his ass says shit like ‘goodie two shoes’ marky boy,” I said, laughing quietly. “Okay so I’m a stick-assed square,” he admitted, relaxing a little and chuckling too. “I guess I figured I could get away with not getting wasted or stoned if I was the one providing the booze and drugs. Stupid huh?” “Nah man,” Stepping closer, I leaned against the wall next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. “That’s kinda genius actually. How come you don’t host the party instead or pay for the drugs and liquor or anything?” “I tried that man,” Mark said, getting upset. “When I hosted, no one showed, and when I paid for the…you know, everyone was really cool until I heard someone say I had only done it so I they couldn’t send me home once the party got going. Everybody thinks I’m just another Montague stooge, buying friends and being the boy scout. So last week, when one of the hot younger maids got fired for screwing her boyfriend in my parent’s bed, I had an idea. I waited for my Dad to drop me at school the next day and told him I’d let Maria and her boyfriend in their room in exchange for a blow job from her, then I hopped out of the car and started across the lawn.” “Fuck, what’d he do?” My curiosity was too strong to wait for him to pause. “He did just what I hoped.” Mark came closer and dropped his voice a little lower. “He rolled down the window of his jag and yelled ‘You’d better keep your dick in your pants or next time it won’t just be Maria I kick out of the house!’ right in front of Eddy and his buds!” I busted up laughing and Mark joined in, until he remembered where we are and motioned for me to shut up. Stifling my laughter, I motioned for him to continue. “Not too surprisingly, Eddy came over and asked what that was all about,” Mark said, smiling wide. “I told him that my Dad caught me drinking his good scotch and fucking one of our maids in his bed and fired her. I even added that I was grounded and he wouldn’t give me any dough and I was desperate to make some cash. Somebody in the crowd told me I should start selling at parties and suddenly I heard myself agreeing and asking how I could start. I figured no one would follow up, but a few nights ago Eddy stopped me on my way home from practice and told me to come tonight and he’d introduce me to a dude who could get me into dealing.” “I bet you didn’t think it would be me,” I said, pushing off the wall and scooping my shirt off the top of the dryer. “No way dude,” Mark volunteered while redressing himself. “I almost shit my pants when I saw you walking over!” “I was pretty fucking freaked myself man,” I added, putting him at ease. “I figured it was a fucking joke or worse: a sting.” “Damn dude, no wonder you wanted to check for bugs.” Good, he was buying it. “So now do you believe me? Can I come to work for you and start dealing?” “It’s not that easy Marky,” I stopped him and explained that I was only a middle man, and my boss would have to meet him, approve him and initiate him before we could even think about him working for me. Lastly I told him Aaron’s rule requiring each new guy to party and get wild with someone to make sure the guy could handle it. “So that means you’ll have to smoke or snort some tina, and fuck somebody with one of his crew there to witness it.” “Damn man,” Mark looked freaked again. “I can’t do drugs dude. My folks would kill me, maybe even disown me! They are extremely strict about that stuff. They’ve even drug tested me a few times, since we heard my cousin had dropped out of school after getting hooked on something last year.” Mark’s cousin had been a wrestler and got a scholarship to the university in town, where his parents figured he would do well since his Aunt, Uncle and cousins lived only minutes away. I first met him when he was strapped in a sling in Aaron’s garage, trading his ass for some tina when some girl he’d been seeing got him hooked on it. Within two months he’d become a total addict and his girlfriend’s dealer agreed to give him a big sack in exchange for letting him and a buddy or two play with his dick. 24 hours later they had him high on ghb and tina, taking loads in the sling from Aaron, his crew and anyone who would pay $50 to Aaron. He failed a drug test a few weeks after that, lost his scholarship and rather than telling his folks, he moved in to a house with his girl and three or four other druggies and started selling his ass, mouth and cock for tina. Last I heard, he got arrested in the back alley behind the town’s only gay club, and his uncle shipped him off to rehab and paid a ton of money to make the papers call it ‘exhaustion.’ “Shit man, guess I can’t help you then,” I shrugged and handed him the beer he’d been drinking (now featuring a tiny dose of ghb). “But good luck working that shit out man.” I held my cup out and clinked with his bottle, both of us downing a gulp from our cups before he began trying to come up with ways he could get around the rules. Somehow it never occurred to him to offer to buy the stuff directly from me at full price and sell it to his friends for full price, making it look like he was dealing while keeping his nose clean. Since he never asked, I never offered it as an option. Each time I shot him down, I somehow worked in a subtle direction for him to drink more. Before long, his bottle was empty and I could see the g taking effect. Suddenly, his walls were lowered enough to allow him to consider my original offer. “When you say I’d have to screw someone,” He slurred slightly, and hopped awkwardly up onto the dryer next to me. “who would I have to screw.” “First I said you’d have to fuck someone,” I corrected him, emphasizing the curse word since he seemed shy about saying it, let alone doing it. “and it would be someone from A’s crew, one of the folks working for him.” “So some girl who deals too?” Mark asked, his eyebrow lifting in wonder. “Yeah some girl or some guy,” I tossed in like it was nothing. “Which ever you prefer.” “Gross man,” the young, slightly wasted guy by my side made a face at the thought of a man. “I’m not into guys, I’m into girls man.” “Whatever,” me thinks the teen doth protest too much. “Don’t make a lick o’ difference if you’re a fag bro.” “I’m not!” Mark insisted. “and you shouldn’t say fag man. My cousin, the one who got in trouble, was found behind the Ranchhand bar, the one where the gay guys hang out and I heard my mom say she thinks he is in the closet and he might have been there to have sex.” “Just cause you screw around with a guy,” lowering my voice so Mark would lean in again, I acted like I was about to pass on some magical secret. “doesn’t make you gay Marky boy. I know plenty of dudes that trade hand jobs for drugs or let gay guys suck or jerk them off for a buck. Hell, I even jerked with some buddies back in school when I needed to get off.” “You did?” He said, a little too loudly, then repeated himself in a whisper. “You did? Didn’t you worry that someone would tell? Or you might get caught?” “Nah man,” I made a sound like he was nuts. “none of the guys would tell cause they’d be telling that they did it too. Plus we didn’t worry about getting caught cause we’d sneak down to the old bathroom in the park and do it.” “That place where the guys say you can get head or jerked off or whatever?” Mark leaned in, his voice still soft but filled with excitement. “Yeah, saw some of that going on,” I admitted, but stopped before giving him the whole story. “But me and my buds would just jerk and look at porn on our phones.” “Wow,” Mark fell silent, lost in thought. Moments later, he leaned back against the cabinet over the dryer and spoke again. “So if I agreed to party and scr- fuck some bitch, who would witness for your boss?” “Either him or me, I guess,” my eyes turned to the front to avoid letting him see the excitement in my eyes at the idea of getting to see him fucking some girl, or better yet, letting me suck his cock. “He won’t let you meet anyone else till you’re on the payroll in case you decided to rat him out.” “I guess that’d be okay,” He said, shrugging again. “But it’s a moot point anyway bro, cause I’d never be able to do it and be sure my folks wouldn’t test me and find out.” “That sucks man,” My mind whirred and buzzed as the gears spun in search of a way around his folks. “So there’s no way they’d leave you alone for a week when they were traveling or let you go on a trip somewhere for a few days or anything.” “Even if they did go on a trip,” he pouted as he explained. “They’d leave my dad’s driver-butler-assistant guy around to stop in and check up on me and my brother all the time, and they’d be sure to test me after they got back. Last year they went on a cruise for two weeks and made him stay in the pool house and spend the days with us every single day. This summer they went to visit my grandma in Europe for a few days when he couldn’t be there, so they had me spend the weekend at the home of one of my Dad’s business partners and I had to share my room with his 10-year-old son. My brother got to stay at a friend’s house and I was forced to sleep on a bunk bed with some twerp I’d never met before.” “Why did they pick that guy?” I inquired, formulating a plan. “He was the coach of my former little league team,” Mark responded angrily. “They figured he’d keep me in line just like when I was on the team. I tried to find a friend I could stay with, but none of the guys I know were exactly stoked to volunteer to babysit my ass. Now my Dad is getting on me about making friends, and it’s like ‘how am I supposed to make friends, DAD, when you won’t let me do anything ever?!?!?!’” “What if you found a friend to invite you over?” I postulated, ready to make a move. “What if the next trip your folks go on, you get an offer to spend a few nights or a week or whatever with one of your new best guy friends? Someone from school who is respectable and rich enough for your dad to know the family, but not familiar enough for him to know the kid’s parents?” “That would be cool,” Mark’s voice showed no sign of recognizing what I was suggesting. “but even if I had a friend like that, which I don’t, how would that help? I’d still be stuck at some dude’s house.” “Not if your friend was doing you a favor,” I hopped down from the dryer and turned to face Mark, who slowly pulled himself upright so we were face to face. “What if you tell one of the guys from school, like Eddy or someone who heard about your fake session with Maria, what if you tell that guy that you need to make a run down to the city to pick up some party goods from a dealer and meet up with Maria for a few nights of hardcore partying and pounding her pussy, and you need him to tell your dad that you’re staying with him so you can do it without your parents finding out?” “That’s fucking genius!” Mark jumped to his feet, but almost fell over, unaware that he’d not only gulped down a full beer but also a dose of ghb that was making him woozy and willing. “Who should I ask?” We brainstormed and ended up vetoing most of the guys who worked for Mark’s family as well as a few they knew from the club and social groups. Finally we had it down to two guys: Daniel, a recent transfer to the school and the son of a wealthy German man who moved to town with his 22 year old bride after selling his design firm for a cool billion dollars, and Eddy, who belonged to a family whose status had risen drastically when they purchased a slew of failing farms in the area, began fracking for natural gas, discovered a huge supply and sold the drilling rights to some oil and gas companies for nearly $100 million. “I should probably ask Eddy first,” Mark said, reading my mind. I doubted he had the same reasoning, since mine revolved around promising Eddy no one would find out he’d taken my dick up my ass if he figured out a way to do it, so I waited for him to explain. “His folks travel all the time, and let him do whatever he wants, but they hired a housekeeper to keep him in line when they’re gone.” “Parties like this are ‘keeping him in line?’” Guffawing, I figured Mark’s buzz had him confused, but he continued. “Eddy said the woman is willing to forget anything for a little moola,” Mark chuckled at the word moola, but recovered and kept on. “He can get probably get her to speak to my Dad if I promise him some of the drugs or I ‘find’ some cash that my dad doesn’t know I have and pay her myself. Also, my dad hates Daniel’s dad. He’s always calling him Euro-trash and new money and all that shit.” “Eddy it is then.” I slapped Mark on the back and we returned to the crowd in search of the host. Eddy was balls deep in his girlfriend but he paused and left her naked bent over the side of the hot tub when I motioned for him to join us. Without any indication that it was okay, I led Mark and Eddy upstairs to the small bedroom that probably belonged to Eddy when his folks were there, but sat empty on nights like this where he’d retire to the master suite with either his girlfriend or some other wasted young bitch. As Mark explained the plan, he kept getting distracted by Eddy’s hard dick hanging over the top of his regulation speedos from the swim team. It didn’t help that Eddy was absent mindedly stroking himself with one hand, using the other to tweak his nipple. Sensing a need to refocus both boys, I pulled out a small bag of tina and loaded my bowl, letting Eddy take hit after hit until his dick went soft and his pupils were huge. “Plan sounds perfect Montague,” Eddy said on an exhale of smoke from the bubble pipe. “Just tell me when Rhett needs you to go get that shit and I’ll have Frau Cuntpunter call your dad to verify that you’re staying with me.” We all laughed at Eddy’s nickname, Cuntpunter, for his housekeeper, a Swedish woman named Olghe Keunbinter (pronounced Eul-guh Kee-oon-bin-ter), and Mark thanked me, telling us he’d better get home before his dad discovered he snuck out (really he got permission to go to a party with some of the guys on his baseball team as long as he was home by 12). I grabbed his arm, thrusting my hand into his pocket and rooted around, making sure to squeeze his cock a little before finding his phone and pulling it out. Dialing my number into it, I pressed send and saved his phone number with a quick photo I took right then and there. “My number is saved in your phone under ‘Maintainance,’ okay?” I handed it back to him and he nodded. “Tomorrow once you find out when your parent’s next trip is, text me and Eddy so we can figure out how soon you can do what I need.” Pulling him into a hug, I was happy to feel his hard on press into my thigh, having responded involuntarily to my groping moments earlier. It was supposed to last just a second but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in closer, whispering ‘thanks Rhett’ before pulling back and stumbling slightly on his way to the door. Once I was able to see him drive away and knew he wasn’t too fucked up to drive, I turned back to Eddy, who was taking another hit from the pipe. “How about stripping off those speedos and letting me suck your cock now?” I suggested as I sank to Eddy’s side and took the pipe and made the decision to go ahead and get high. “Sorry bro, my girl is waiting.” Eddy said, although he stripped off his speedos and started stroking again while we smoked. “Your girl is getting fucked by Daniel right outside the window,” I revealed, getting Eddy to cross to the window and peer down where his girlfriend was taking the German boy’s small uncut cock up her ass. “Fuck, bitch never lets me put it in her ass!” He complained, sitting on the bed, where I joined him, handing him the pipe and stroking his exposed cock and chest while he took another big hit. “That’s cause you’re so big bro,” I complimented his average size cock, making his ego swell as well as his cock head. “Forget her skanky ass and we’ll find some other pussy to tag team.” “Fuck yeah man,” Eddy agreed, shotgunning a hit with me. “First lets do a little g, okay?” I produced a bottle from my pocket and grabbed my empty beer cup from the night stand. I poured some in the cap from the ghb bottle and about double that into the empty red solo cup while Eddy made excuses about not wanting to. It did him no good when I handed him the cup and clinked with the cap, since habit caused him to down the dose. He made a face and gagged a little at the awful taste and we continued to pass the pipe while I talked about the hot bitch we’d be fucking any second. His legs were over my shoulders as soon as I latched the door and made sure the lock was secure. Only semi aware of what was happening, Eddy grimaced as I forced my finger up his ass covered in lotion from the nightstand and a crystal of tina from my stash. When his face relaxed into a smile, I took it to mean yes, and withdrew my finger until just the end of it was pressed into his tight sphincter. As I expected his butt was clean from smoking t and showering before the party, so I didn’t hesitate to replace my fingertip with my dick head and press forward. “Wait. Stop.” Were probably what he was trying to say, but it came out more like “wayyy, saaap.” Pulling my phone from my discarded pants pocket on the pillow by his head, I opened the file I sent myself from Mark’s phone, containing all the photos he had on there. Just like any red blooded American boy, after some lame shots of his dog, a slide show from his last trip abroad, and some stealthy pics of some girls in his class, he had some selfies in various states of undress. I began thrusting into Eddy’s tight ass hard, as I scrolled through photo after photo of Mark as he went from clothed, to shirtless, to various pairs of briefs and even a thong type pair that were big enough that I figured he’d borrowed them from his father’s collection. Finally I hit the jackpot and found three shots with no face. One of his chest and just the top of his balls and shaft, one of his nude back and perfect ass, and one from his nipples to his knees, with his big, cut pink dick front and center. My nut grew closer as I zoomed in on the hefty hard on that belonged to the boy I planned to corrupt in the coming weeks, until I could tell I was mere minutes away. Switching to my video app, I set the phone on the side table against the lamp and made sure it was catching Eddy’s face, chest and cock, not to mention his legs spread to accept my bare monster dick. Working faster and faster, I heard my bitch’s complaints were silenced, with only a rare ‘yeah’ or ‘mmmfuck’ in their place. Asking him if he wanted my seed up his ass, I slowed down, causing him to whimper and nod yes. “Say it.” I ordered, keeping my head out of the video. “I wan yo seed up my azzz,” he slurred. Satisfied that the camera had picked it up, I returned to full speed and within seconds I found my load shooting full strength inside him. As the last drop spewed forth, I reached over and stopped the recording, before falling on top of the tender teen and feeling him whimper as I waited for a second wind so I could get a video fucking him doggy style.

3. The Cake Night had fallen again and Austin and I lay in my bed spooning, his cock having just softened enough to slip from my gaping hole a small dribble of cum following it out. “You sure you’re alright,” Austin said, he had asked me this after each of the three more load he had dumped in my hole. “Yeah, I’m sure.” I was more then sure, I had slipped into a cum lust. It was a sensation, a need, a craving that I had never before experienced. With each load I took my lust grew, and I started to gently grind my ass again Austin’s crotch and he held me. “Jesus,” he said, laughing a little, “You can still be horny.” “Well,” I replied sheepishly. Taking one of his hands and leading it down to my still rock hard cock. I had cum several times as he fucked me but that wasn’t enough, it no longer was about me shooting loads but rather me taking them. “Nine loads of POZ cum and you still want more, you’re more of a cumslut then I am.” He laughed. I turned my head awkwardly to kiss him, and I felt his cock beginning to harden again, pressing against my ass cheeks. “I’ve got an idea,” Austin said, breaking out kiss and rolling out of the bed, “stay there, and don’t let any more of that cum drip out of your hole.” He padded out of the room completely naked his half hard cock swinging in a wide arch as he walked. I rolled over onto my stomach and waited. I head Austin wandering around the rest of the apartment, and then a few minutes later he came back into my room, his cell phone in hand. He got back in bed, put his phone on the nightstand and looked at me with a crooked smile. “How about you start sucking my cock again, slut,” he said playfully, “get in nice and hard before I stuff it back in your sloppy cunt.” Austin lay flat stretched out on the bed, and I shifted down so I was on all fours between his legs my face level with his steadily swelling cock. I took the growing meat in my mouth and started to suck, swallowing its full length while that was still manageable. I could feel my jaw stretching as his cock grew in my mouth forcing my lips wider and wider. As I bobbed my head up and down slathering his cock with spit, I heard his phone go off. As I continued to choke myself on his cock he checked the text and sent a quick reply. Another minute or two passed and my jaw was becoming sore stretched around his massive dick, when his phone went off again. Austin again checked his phone, and sent a reply, this time after he put his phone back down he looked at me and said with a wry smile, “Ride my cock.” I quickly jumped into position my legs on either side of his hips, his cock brushing against my ass. I shifted and took hold of his dick in my hand, guiding him to my cum-lubed hole, and sat down on his now fully erect cock. I sank slowly down on the shaft my hole tender from the obscene amount of cock it had taken in the past sixteen hours. When I had fully impaled myself on his cock I began to rock slowly back and forth lubing up his cock with the many POZ loads that still filled my ass. Austin pulled me to him, pressing my chest hard against his, kissing me roughly on the mouth. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place as he kissed me. I heard something behind me, out in the rest of the apartment but Austin held me fast. I could sense that there was someone else in the room, but still Austin kept a tight grip on me, slowly bucking his cock in my loose and sloppy hole as he tongue fucked my mouth. Then the weight on the bed changed and I knew that there was someone else in the bed with us. The mysterious stranger moved between Austin’s legs and I felt big rough hands on my ass cheeks. My heart was pounding. I considered running, pulling away from Austin, but despite my fears I didn’t want too. Austin understood my cumlust and had said that he had an idea of how to slake it so I would trust him. Just as I had come to that decision I felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock head rubbing up and down my ass crack. This new cock quickly found my already filled hole, and despite Austin’s thick cock already being lodged inside of me, began to press against my straining sphincter. For a long moment it seemed as though the mysterious stranger’s cock would never be able to breach my hole no matter how hard he pressed until all of a sudden my hole gave way. It was like I was being torn in two. My hole, which until the night before had been a tight sphincter, bust open and became a wide sloppy cunt. I pulled my mouth away from Austin and pressed myself up till my arms were locked straight, arching my back, pressing my ass into the two cocks that now filled my hole. I looked over my shoulder now and saw Rick, a wicked smile playing across his strong handsome face. “Austin told me you couldn’t get enough POZ cock after I bred your cunt last night,” he said, “He and I are gonna wreck you good, and then if that’s not enough we’ll take you to the bathhouse, strap you to a sling and let every cock in the place dump a load in you.” My cock twitched, and my hole pulsed around their fat cock. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?” “Yes,” I replied. Rocking my hips a little to fuck myself on their cocks. “You really are a cumslut,” Austin said. “Alright Austin,” Rick said, putting a hand on my back and pressing me forward so I lay flat on top of Austin’s smooth chest again, “let’s wreck this bitch.” Rick pulled out till just his cock head was inside of me, and then slammed back inside. Pushed forward like I was Austin could buck his hips up and down jack hammering my hole. It took them a few moments to find a rhythm but soon they were pounding me in unison, their two cock moving as one inside of my gaping hole. I screamed and moaned, their cocks battering my prostate and they fucked me. Sweat pored off of all three of us and the stench of sex became the only thing I could smell. We must have fucked like that for almost half an hour before Rick said, “You ready Austin?” “Yeah, let's breed his hole.” Together they slammed into me a few more times, Austin stopping a few strokes before Rick slamming balls deep inside of me. Both of their cocks were thrust past my second sphincter as they shot their massive POZ loads deep inside of me. They each fucked my now destroyed hole one more time that night before dressing me in a dirty old jock of Austin’s; a leather harness; and stuffing a butt plug, so large that the day before I would have questioned why any one would every need something that big, in my hole, and whisking me off to the bathhouse. Rick hoisted me into a sling while Austin attached my arms and legs to the restraints. The plug was then removed and my gaping cum filled hole exposed to the small collection of men who had already gathered around me. By the time I got home the next morning my once tight, condom only hole had been transformed into a cum dripping rosebud. I looked at my hole in the mirror in my bedroom before passing out, reveling the way my swollen ass lips puckered. I ran my finger along the rim of my hole remembering the way my hole had looked in the mirror over the sling as I took my first fist that night. I would never be the same prude again. I called into work; slept most of the day and then that night went back to the bathhouse. I never even bothered getting a room; I just got a locker and went straight to the sling. As I looked at myself in the mirror above me I knew that this would be a regular haunt of mine from then on.

2. The Surprise I woke sometime around two in the afternoon to Rick pressing his cock back into my nearly recovered hole. I moaned as my hole once again stretched around his impressive girth, the cum from the previous times he had fucked me lubricating his shaft as he sank into me. Once inside of my Rick wasted no time, and was soon hammering my hole with ruthless efficiency causing me to cry out with lust. I am not normally a screamer but Rick’s powerful fucking forced yelps and moans out of me like no one had before. It didn’t take long this time for the load to boil up in Rick’s balls and soon he was grunting and bucking like an animal as he added another load to my already well-filled ass. “One for the road,” he growled into my ear as he came inside of me. When his cock had stopped twitching he pulled out and rolled out of the bed. “I’ve got some shit to do, so much as I’d like to spend the day breeding your hole… I’ve gotta go,” he said as he moved towards the door. “I’ll show you out,” I said covering my disappointment at seeing that magnificent cock go. “Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep. Get my number from Austin and let me know when you wanna get plowed again.” Then he was gone. I laid on my bed for a long moment, naked on my stomach, my stretched out cummy hole facing the door that Rick had left open again as he exited. I went back to sleep. Several hours later I woke up again to the sound of a new voice in my room. “Damn,” the voice said, “Who wrecked your hole?” It took me a long moment to place the voice. But before my eyes were fully open and I had looked over my shoulder at the speaker I knew it was Austin. I suddenly remembered that the door to my room had been open and that the way I was laying on the bed my cum covered ass was clearly visible. Austin smiled at me a little oddly as he took in my compromised position. Knowing what I did now about Austin I found myself seeing him in a new light. He was still a tall thin twink, but I took note of the well defined abs, the incredibly hairy pits, sweet pink nipples, the narrow but dense treasure trail that led down into his skimpy yellow underpants. I noted too just how well the basket of those underpants was filled out. “Seriously,” he pressed on, coming further into the room, “someone did a number on your ass and left a shit load of cum behind. I had no idea you were suck a fucking slut, let alone a cumslut.” “I’m not normally,” I said, shifting in the bed and covering myself with a sheet. “So who dumped all those loads in your hole?” I hesitated for a moment and then said, rather sheepishly, “Rick.” A strange series of emotions played across Austin’s face so quickly that I couldn’t place all of them; but I’m certain that surprise, anger, jealousy, and fear all flashed by before he settled on lust. He rubbed his crotch through his yellow briefs and I could see that the healthy bulge was beginning to swell. “Why are you covering yourself up man,” he asked coming even closer. “You liked getting railed by Rick didn’t you? Well I’ve got something I think you’ll like just as much.” With that he practically leapt onto the bed straddling my pelvis. He lent forward and kissed me roughly. My cock quickly hardened again as I began to explore my roommates trim body with my hands. Our kiss was short lived though as after only a couple of minutes Austin broke away and said, “I have to get my mouth on that ass, flip over.” I did as I was told and kicking my legs apart Austin spread my cheeks and started to devour my ass. He lapped up the cum that had leaked from my hole and pushed it back inside of me with his tongue as he desperately tried to penetrate my hole as deep as he could with that same organ. Much like our kiss though this joy was short lived as soon I heard rustling and felt Austin shifting about behind me. Soon his mouth left my hole but his hands remained on my cheeks, I felt something warm and hard press against my hole and knew that it was his cock. Without saying a word Austin steadily pressed his fat raw cock in side of me. It was not quite as long as Rick’s but it certainly was as thick if not thicker. I whimpered into the pillow as Austin came to rest balls deep in me and started to kiss my neck. He started out slowly, sensing that my hole was still a little worn to from my night’s escapades but soon worked himself up to a feverish pace. Soon Austin was panting as I moaned into the pillows in front of me, and sweat dripped from him falling onto me. He was not going to last long, that was quickly obvious, but his cock was tugging at my hole as it stretched me wide in such a magical way that I wasn’t about to complain. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned as he bottomed out in me and his cock began to throb. As his orgasm rocked through his body he leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t last longer, I’ll be ready to go in a minute though.” He started to rock his hips forward and back slightly, “But feeling all those POZ loads in you I couldn’t resist adding my own to the mix right away.” “What,” I said, my ass clenching around his cock in shock, “You’re POZ?” “Yeah,” he replied sounding a little confused, and then after a moment, “So is Rick. I thought you knew and that’s why…” “Oh fuck,” I said, “I had no idea.” “I’m so sorry,” Austin said, moving to get off of me. As his cock started to slip from my hole I realized I didn’t want him to stop. I had six loads of POZ cum in my hole… there was no changing that so I might as well enjoy the cocks that put it there. I reached back and grabbed his hips, pulling him to me, and shoving his cock back inside of me. “Where do you think you’re going mister,” I said. “But I’m…” “At this point it doesn’t matter, so how about we stop talking and you get back to plowing my hole with your fat POZ cock.”

This story is mostly true. Some made up parts to fill in blurry moments of my memory! *** My name is Luke, i'm 18 & before i went on holiday i was a virgin. Late starter maybe; It's just i had the whole idea of 'the one' in my head. Yes i'd had boyfriends, done the usual - kiss blowjob etc but so far the only thing inside my ass was a small pink dildo given to me by my friend Kyle as a jokey gift. That and my finger the odd time when super horned & wanking. Kyle was who i was going on holiday with, gay too but i have known him so long he's more like a brother to me. A brother i can still look out and see why other guys think hes fucking hot. 5'11, muscular, tanned with a light fuzz on his manly chest. Short but messily styled blonde hair & green eyes. We may have got on like brothers but we couldn't look more different. I am only around 5'7. Skinny yet toned a bit, nothing like Kyle's body. & no hair apart from my legs slightly & my head. The long floppy brown hair on my head & 'big brown eyes' are what my mum said make me look younger than my 18 years. Something that always annoys me. And something that seems to attract mostly older sleazy guys. Hence why i'd still not gone all the way with a guy. Kyle had wanted to go on holiday for so long. He had went on about getting away from his parents, having fun & doing what he wanted. This was his idea so i left the planning to him. Gran Canaria, he excitedly explained to me, is great for gay guys to party and do whatever. Definitely more his type of place by sounds but still sunny & i sure wasn't one to turn down a party! It was only the second day of the holiday and already - thanks to Kyle's social skills - we had made friends with a gay couple from England in the hotel & were all planning our first 'mad night out'. The drinks were flowing and for once it seemed i was having a better time than Kyle who was complaining of feeling unwell. Another few rounds & Kyle decided to go back to the hotel whilst i partied on with our new friends. We moved from club to club & as i drank more i wondered off into a crowded dancefloor. Realising i could see no one i recognised i was about to make a move to the door when a figure stepped out in front of me. I looked up in my drunkness & with smoke and flashing lights i could make out a tall, broad muscular, older spanish guy. He had small tight shorts on & no top, showing off his hairy chest. He handed me a drink & before i could explain to him about my friends had dragged me back into the crowd on the dancefloor. We danced as i knocked the drink back. It wasn't the nicest drink,a salty tasting cocktail of god knows what but that didn't stop me accepting a second. The lights seemed to get brighter & flashier and the music duller yet bassier. I could feel it boom through my body as i started slouching into the rockhard chest of my spanish dance partner. Woah i must have been drinking faster than i thought, suddenly i was feeling very drunk. The guy held me up against his body, leant down and whispered in my ear "you're ready baby". I could feel his rough stubble on my cheek & smell the strong cigar smoke on his breath. He pushed me along outside, still stumbling, down some dark back alleys. I don't know how long we had walked before but as we approached a building seemingly sitting alone with no windows in sight & a large metal door i remember thinking i was in trouble. I wanted to speak out, i wanted to shout but i couldn't even get a single syllable out of my drunken mouth. Inside was dark, very dark. There was loud music and again that smell of cigar smoke. Much stronger this time though. I wanted to run, scream, hit out yet at the same time i wanted to lie down. Sleep off this horrible uncontrolable drunk feeling. The man pulled my shirt off over my head and unbuttoned my jeans as he whispered in broken english about me being 'a good boy' and how much he couldn't wait for me to 'have his babies'. By now, swaying in and out of a conscious and semi conscious state, he lifted me onto a strange black swing thing and tied my arms out either side of my body. My legs were upwards, also to be tied apart but not until he had stripped me totally naked. My hairless ass on show for him to do as he pleased and my arms tied down to stop me escaping. My head thumping with the music and still dipping in and out of my surroundings and sleep i felt him push a finger into my tight hole. Unlubed and without warning - it hurt. It hurt a lot yet i was still unable to get much more than a dim mumbled groan out of my mouth. He pushed in further and wriggled his finger around. His nail nipping and scratching at my fleshy insides. I was just about getting used to this when he stopped. He was rummaging about in something i could barely make it and then again his finger was roughly poked up into my ass. This time it burnt with pain. A feeling like no other. My own fingers didn't feel like this.. Not even my pink dildo burnt like this. Slowly this numbed off as he continued his finger fucking of my ass. Still feeling like he was scraping at the insides, i started enjoying it slightly. Just as i was relaxing the tiniest bit i heard a voice from behind me. Then another from the left. And another. I tried to focus my eyes on my surroundings and for the first time through the hazy lights and thick smoke i could see a large circle of guys. Guys of all shapes and sizes. And through the music i could hear the odd word like "whore" "poz" "pig" .... I listened to them and tried focusing harder to make them out more clearly as my ass continued to be fingered. The burning sensation would come back every so often but before long i was enjoying it. Enjoying all of it. Instead of looking around in fear i was looking around at each guy and thinking of them fucking me. The finger was no longer enough. I wanted cock. Now. Fuck waiting for 'the one'. I wanted all of them. Now. The guy fingering my ass seemed to sense this as finally he manouvered and i could feel the head of his cock against my tight hole. My hole that was begging for a cock. I knew from the tip of his cockhead at my ass he was much bigger than my dildo. Much much bigger. He pushed harder and i could feel his rock hard cock head stretch my puckered pink hole. Again pain. This time pleasureable pain. I let out a moan and as i did so another guy took my open mouth as a chance to push my head back and force his thick heavy cock to the back of my throat. He pushed in as did the cock in my ass. I felt as though it would rip me open. Loud moans gagged by the sweaty, salty tasting fat cock in my throat. Slowly both guys worked into a rhythm fucking me from both ends. Widening my ass and nudging the back of my throat making me gag on my own spit and slimy vomity saliva juices. Harder and faster they thrusted until i had my first ever taste of cum. I had never let boyfriends cum in my mouth and now here i was, a mouth full of a spanish stranger's spunk. It was horrible and i started to gag and spit it out but as i did the guy fucking me leant down towards me, blew heavy smoke into my face & mouth and kissed me. He continued fucking me whilst forcing smoke and the cum down my throat worh his tongue. He picked up his rhythm and minutes later was unloading what felt like bucket loads of cum inside me. He pulled out and immediately i felt empty. Empty and in need of more cock. He started fingering the leaking spunk into my ass with his sharp nailled fingers before leaning into my ear and whispering something about "toxic loads". I wasn't really listening, i just wanted more cock in me. Luckily i didn't have long to wait as another guy came out of the darkness and in one move shoved his entire shaft into my cumfilled hole and began fucking me. Guy after guy fucked me with the only breaks coming when i was fed a salty 'water' or when i was finger fucked with that burning sensation following. I don't know how many guys dumped loads in me. A few ti

Please note I wish this was me. If anyone wants to help it become me please leave me a voicemail at 415 xxx-xxxx. Kyle was only a senior at suburban Chicago high school. He had just turned 18 and at 5’10” he had a solid, runner’s build. With his good looks he could get any girl (or guy) he wanted, but he hadn’t begun to explore his sexuality, he was a nerd (a very cute nerd, including the glasses) and was more into school and grades. Kyle was fortunate to have a loving mother, but since his father died when he was barley 13. He was without a male influence in his life at the most important stage in his young life, puberty. Even after his father’s death, Kyle was always able to come and go as he pleased. This became easier for Kyle when his mother gave him a car for his 16th birthday. It was common for Kyle to be out all night…that is as long as he let his mom know that he wouldn’t be home. On this particular Friday, Kyle was going to check out one of the major university in the city of Chicago. He drove into the city and parked his car in a lot a few blocks from the campus. He met with an admission counselor and took a tour of the campus. The tour was conducted by a current student at the school. After the tour Kyle was hungry and decided to grab a late lunch. He headed to the student union and grabbed a sandwich and, since he didn’t know anyone at the school, sat at a table by himself. There were student’s coming and going as he relaxed and ate his lunch. Soon a couple of older students, he guessed that they must be seniors, sat down with him. They introduced themselves. “Hey there, I’m Ricky and that’s my roommate Tyler.” As they shook hands Kyle introduced himself, “I’m Kyle.” Tyler commented, “We’ve never seen you here before, where’s a good looking guy like you been hiding?” “I’m not a student here, at least not yet…..I am going to start in the fall.” Ricky then said, “Right on! We’re having a few of our friends over for a party tonight, you should come over. Where are you spending the night?” “Well, I was just going to drive back home after I finished eating. I live in the northwest suburbs of Chicago.” The two college men invited Kyle to come over and spend the night. The way the two were talking to the high school senior he felt like he couldn’t refuse. He had been to his share of high school parties with beer and pot. He knew he could control himself as to not make a fool of himself in front of a group of college students. “Sure, that sounds like it will be a lot of fun. I figure I will get to make some good friends here before I classes start this fall.” “Right on!” exclaimed Ricky. Kyle finished eating and the three left. As Kyle followed behind the two older college men he called and left a message for his mom that he was hanging with a few college guys and wouldn’t be home till the morning. He always felt a little sheepish, but maybe at this party he could break out and be more of a leader. After a good walk the three came to an old apartment building. Kyle followed the two other men as they climbed up to the top floor and he wondered to himself why the building looked to have four floors but they lived on the third floor. His curiosity would be answered cause as he was led into the only apartment on the top floor he discovered that they lived in a unit intended for the building’s owner. The main floor had a decent kitchen, a large living room with a den and a full bath with there were four bedrooms up stairs. “Just you two live here?” “It will be just us two this summer, in the fall we usually look for a few guys to occupy the other bedrooms” Tyler told him. Ricky offered Kyle a beer and they all settled in the living room to watch the Cub’s game. The three sat on the large sectional couch across from the 60” plasma with Kyle between the two roommates. The sectional was big enough so they had adequate space between each as to not make Kyle uncomfortable. Kyle drank his beer slowly and as he did he began to feel warm. He noticed that Ricky and Tyler had slipped their shirts off and were now just sitting in their cargo shorts. These two had great bodies with well defined pecs, arms and flat abs….Kyle felt a little self conscious about removing his shirt. Tyler made the suggestion, “Make yourself at home, get comfortable.” They could tell that Kyle was not comfortable about taking his shirt off and made the suggestion, “Kyle, it get’s warm in the apartment, why don’t you slip your shirt off…I’m sure you’ll feel cooler with it off.” It seemed like Kyle took that as a command as he removed his shirt to reveal his lean, thin build. Ricky helped boost Kyle’s self esteem, “Kyle you got a nice body for a young dude. I can see a lot of potential for you. You work out at all?” “A little….I’m more into my studies then working out. I run a lot though.” “What do you think Ricky, with a little work and our guidance we could make something out of that body of his.” “Right on!” Ricky agreed. “You really think I could be built like you?” Tyler told the shy teen, “Sure we do.” This brought a smile to Kyle’s face. He drank more of his beer and began to feel warmer and a little horny. Here he was with two good looking guys watching the Cubs and he was getting hard. He did his best to hide his growing erection, but it was not able to and soon both Ricky and Tyler noticed and knew it was time to launch their plan. Hey slid in closer to Kyle and Ricky put his hand on Kyle’s thigh as Tyler put his arm around the teen. Kyle was not quick enough to protest….he actually felt comfortable with what the two were doing. Before Kyle knew it Tyler removed his glasses and was pulling him in for a kiss while Ricky moved his hand up his leg into his shorts. This was all new to Kyle; he had never been with anyone sexually except himself. He figured he’d go with it, and if he didn’t like it then he’d know he wasn’t gay. But he was discovering that he did like the way these two hot studs were making him feel. He felt his senses going into over load as Ricky played with his seven inch cut cock and Tyler’s tongue probed into his mouth. It didn’t take long before Kyle’s shorts and boxers were on the ground. Ricky began to lick and suck Kyle’s cock as Tyler pulled Kyle down to his crotch. As Tyler held his head down he moved his cargo shorts down revealing a nice eight inch cut cock. Tyler urged - no, commanded Kyle lick his cock, “Lick my cock, lick it from the base to the tip.” Kyle was in virgin territory and did was he felt was right, just follow their directions. The last thing he wanted the roommates to know was that he was a virgin. Kyle’s lack of experience showed when Ricky told him to suck Tyler’s cock. He wasn’t sure what to do and did the best he could just getting the tip in his mouth. “Watch the teeth Kyle!” Kyle pulled off for a second, saying “Sorry.” Ricky could tell that Kyle was about to cum and the two didn’t want that just yet. He pulled off Kyle’s cock and came up to kiss he lover, Tyler. The two roommates whispered to each other as Kyle continued to try and do his best to suck Tyler. Tyler asked, “Is this the first time you’ve ever sucked a guy’s cock?” Kyle kept stroking Tyler’s cock as he lifted his head and attempted to deny this fact. Ricky let him know, “It’s ok if you’ve never done this before. We can teach you, we can teach you a lot.” Kyle felt more at ease and admitted the truth, “Yeah, I’ve never done this before….I’m a virgin.” Tyler asked, “So, you think you’re gay?” “I don’t really know….I’ve never been with a guy - or girl." “It’s ok”, Ricky reassured him, “Let’s head up stairs and get comfortable and we can teach you everything.” They headed up the stairs, stark naked, and went into the master bedroom. There Kyle sat down as Tyler stepped into the bathroom for a second. When he returned he had a bottle of poppers, a few white and blue pills and something else that Kyle couldn’t see. Kyle asked, “What are the pills for?” Tyler told him, “The blue ones will keep you hard and horny,” Ricky said, “The white one will relax you.” Kyle naivety showed, he figured that these guys knew what they were doing, they wouldn’t hurt him. He swallowed the pills. “What’s the little brown bottle for?” Tyler said “Those are poppers, they also help relax you when you sniff them” as he opened the bottle and took a couple deep hits in each nostril. He then handed the bottle to Ricky and he did the same. They then handed the bottle to Kyle and he didn’t even hesitate when he took his hits. Kyle’s head was spinning. The ecstasy was beginning to kick in as the poppers hit him hard. The roommates knew that they had him right where they wanted him. Before Kyle knew what was happening Ricky grabbed his left arm and Tyler stuck him with a needle. The next thing Kyle felt was a warmth rush up his arm and felt it difficult to breath. He coughed out a couple times. He heard a ringing in his ears and felt as if he was floating. When he started to gain a comprehension as to what was happening….he was on his back with his legs on Ricky’s shoulders. He looked up at Ricky as he began to realize that he was being fucked. Kyle didn’t say a word, he simply moaned out in pleasure to what was happening. Tyler was over his head and as Kyle came around, Tyler began to feed Kyle his cock. Kyle eagerly sucked it down and, with the position he was in, took it down his throat. With a free hand he reached down to feel Ricks cock sliding in and out of his ass when he made a startling discovery….Ricky was not wearing a rubber. For a brief moment Kyle panicked, he remembered all the lectures and videos he watched in health class on STD’s and safe sex, but after Tyler shoved the poppers back under his nose forcing him to take some deep hits. His head was spinning as he heard the two college studs talking. “Ricky, this fag can make us some good cash over the next four years.” “Right on! With some good training and the proper encouragement he’ll be a perfect addition to our crew. Hey Ty, how much did you give him?” “Close to two quarters.” “That’s a good start, we got to get him hooked so he will be depended on us.” Kyle barely heard yet understood what the studs were talking about. “I’m getting close Ty….he’s got one hot ass here.” “Breed him bro, breed his virgin ass.” Ricky looked down at Kyle and told him, “Look at me, keep those baby blues on mine.” Tyler pulled his cock from Kyle’s mouth, “There’ll be plenty of time to teach you to suck cock and swallow cum.” Kyle looked up at Tyler as he spoke and was reminded, “LOOK AT ME BITCH!” as he felt a hand slap him across his face. He looked up at Ricky. “I want you to remember this, always look at the John’s eyes when he fucks you, ESPECIALLY WHEN HE IS ABOUT TO CUM IN YOUR ASS!” Kyle had his eyes locked on Ricky as he heard him start to moan and grunt. He punctuated each thrust with a grunt. Then it happened, “FUCK I’M CUMMING!!!! I’M BEEDING YOUR ASS, YOUR VIRGIN NEG HOLE. IT BELONGS TO ME NOW!!!” As Ricky’s orgasm concluded he ground his cock inside Kyle’s formerly virgin hole making sure that every ounce of his seed was massaged into his gut. Ricky pulled his still hard cock out of Kyle and he was quickly replaced by Tyler’s. “MY TURN TO CLAIM YOUR ASS AS MY OWN!” Tyler exclaimed as he rammed the entire length of his 8” cock inside the teen. With the change in position he was able to get a good look at the cock that had taken his virginity and probably his health. Ricky’s cock was the same length as Tyler’s, but uncut. Since Tyler had his cock down Kyle’s throat he had already worked his balls to near boiling point. He began to breath heavier as Kyle could feel his cock thicken. Kyle had his eyes locked on Tyler as the stud reached the point of no return. “UH, UH, UH, TAKE MY CHARGED CUM YOU FUCKING WHORE!” And Kyle was filled with his second load of poz cum. Kyle was taking his second load of poz cum of the afternoon and he was loving it. He knew from that point on he was gay. Over the next few hours he would take more loads from the two studs who had shown him how wonderful gay sax could be. All his life he would jerk off trying to think of a hot chick from school or a sexy super model. But now he knew his true self, his real sexual desires were being satisfied. Tyler was fucking Kyle when he said to Ricky, “This bitch is gonna bring in some good cash.” “Hell yeah Ty, once we get him built up a bit he’ll be a good addition to our corral.” “Look’ like he needs another slam.” “Yeah, you’re right Ty. I’ll go get him one, I think he’ll be ready for the ‘DP’ after that.” “Right, I’ll flip on my back,” Tyler picked Kyle up and flipped over on his back without pulling out of their fuck toy. “That’s it, just rock back and forth a little while Ricky gets you a little something to keep you feeling good.” Ricky returned and promptly gave Kyle another slam, this one stronger then the first. Kyle couldn’t sit up any more and laid down on Tyler’s chest immediately after the removal of the tourniquet as the drugs moved through his body. “OH FUCK!” escaped Kyle’s mouth as he lay on Tyler’s chest. Ricky didn’t waste any time and crawled up behind the drugged teen and slid his cock in along side that of his buddy. A louder “OH FUCK!” came from the drugged up boy. Kyle never knew his as could stretch that far, but as he accommodated the two cocks within him he felt an immense pleasure deep in side. Ricky and Tyler set about fucking into Kyle with such animalistic vigor the two studs knew that the teen would not escape their grasps as their new commodity. Kyle could only moan as he took the hard fucking of two cocks at the same time. Tyler and Ricky had an ability to sustain themselves when they double fucked a willing cunt and Kyle was no exception. Kyle took the simultaneous pounding for well over an hour before they shot their loads. Ricky was first (and in his position it was easier for him) to pound away at Kyle’s well stretched ass. There were a couple times he pulled out to the tip and rammed back in their new boy. He looked into Tyler’s eyes as he shot his load. Once Tyler felt his buddy’s cock spasm his thrusting picked up and he shot his load. The three sweaty body’s lay upon the bed as they each collected their breath. Tyler’s cock slipped out first followed by Ricky puling out. They pushed Kyle on his back and took a good size dildo to the boy’s hole, making sure to work their poz jism deeper into the drugged up boy. They were satisfied that their DNA was working its way within Kyle’s blood stream when they saw a red tinge on the end of the dildo. The dildo was removed and a large butt plug replaced it within the teen’s gapping hole. Ricky leaned in close to Kyle and told him, “You’ve been a good boy so far, but now it’s time to learn to suck cock and swallow cum. The rest of our ‘crew’ will be here soon and you will suck each one of them off.” Tyler added, “I’m sure they will love the opportunity to cum down your throat.” A naked Kyle was helped down to the living room as Ricky and Tyler pulled their cargo shorts and shorts back on. They made Kyle drink Gatorade (laced with G), as he watched bareback porn on the 60” plasma as they made sure he did not stroke his semi-hard cock. They could tell that the Viagra he took was not working as well as he was slowly getting Tina dick. Tyler commented, “Another good slam and he’ll be as limp as a wet noodle” as he went to administer a third slam to the drugged up fuck toy. “There ya go boy, you feeling good?” Kyle was in heaven. He had never done drugs before, not even a beer, and now he had been given 3 slams of crystal meth. All he could doo was nod yes as he was in a drugged up haze. His semi hard erection had become a shriveled up two inch boy clit, but he was horny as fuck. Kyle begged, “Please fuck me, I need to be fucked, please.” He was left, not allow to touch himself as he waited. Soon a couple young guys came through the door. They looked to be no older then Kyle, about 18. There was Jim, Bob and David. They almost had the same build as Kyle except for the fact that these three were a bit more muscular. The three were told “Kyle here is your new ‘brother’ and he wants to learn how to give a proper blow job. You will each get your reward once he has swallowed each and ever load you can give him. And remember, you can’t fuck him. We’ll be watching.” Jim was the first boy that they brought into the stables. He was a former high school wrestle and used to be straight when they drugged and thought him the joys of gay sex. After his indoctrination Jim broke up with his pregnant girlfriend and went to work for the roommates. There were a couple of boys after Jim, but one ran off with a ‘John’ and the other got killed. Then Bob was easily recruited into the stables. His father kicked him out after discovering he was gay and a drug user. He easily fit in with working as one of their male whores. The last one was David, he was a lonely gay boy in Chicago and found acceptance from the group. He was resistant at first to working for them, but after converting and testing poz he knew he had no place to go. Ricky and Tyler promised to take care of him. The two roommates did take care of their boys. They gave them a place to live, clothes, food, gym memberships and most important thing of all, AIDS medication. The three escorted Kyle up to one of the other bedrooms. The only furniture in this room was a couple mattresses on the floor and a dimly lit lamp in the corner. There was also a night vision camera in one of the corners so that the roommates could watch the three teach Kyle to suck cock. Jim said, “If you listen to us and do as we tell you, you will have no problem sucking any size cock into your throat, and with Bob’s length you might even get his cum to bypass your mouth and go directly down your throat.” Jim was first, by seniority, and dropped his shorts. He pulled Kyle’s head into his crotch. “Just lick it for now, lick from my balls to the tip of my cock.” Kyle began to work his tongue all over Jim’s cock and balls. And with the T and G in him he was really getting into this. It didn’t take long for Jim to get hard. Then Jim told his cock sucker, “Open your mouth and suck it in, and remember to watch your teeth. No ‘John’ likes his dick scraped by a boy's teeth when he’s getting sucked.” Kyle did just as he was told, and he was sucking his first cock. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Work my pole with that mouth of yours.” Jim hadn’t been allowed to cum on almost a week and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed Kyle's head to make sure that he wouldn’t pull off, looked down at Kyle and told him, “Make sure you show the camera the cum in your mouth before you swallow ever drop.” Jim then began to pant as Kyle felt his cock thicken in his mouth, then “OH YEAH!” Jim shouted out as he fired a weeks worth of cum into Kyle’s mouth. Jim made sure that Kyle showed his open mouth to the camera so that their pimps could see the fresh cum in his mouth before he swallowed it down. Kyle didn’t have much time to catch his breath as David pulled Kyle between his legs. David grabbed his cock sucker’s head and forced the length of his tool to the back of his throat. With Jim at his side, Kyle was coached on how to breathe, work his tongue and his mouth on a cock to give the best blow job known. David just sat back as his balls boiled to overflow and soon Kyle was eating his second load of cum. Kyle finished to look up at Bob stroking a massive nine inch cock, bigger then what the roommates had. Kyle was trying to figure out how he’d get that in his mouth when Jim encouraged him, “Just remember what I told you about breathing through your nose and to relax.” Kyle crawled on his knees over to Bob and began by licking his balls. Bob kept stroking as Kyle worked his tongue up the shaft to the tip as Bob moved his hand to the back of Kyle’s head. Ricky and Tyler watched on the group on the plasma knowing that this was going to be a brutal face fuck. Kyle was not prepared for Bob’s cock. He thrust his massive nine incher deep into Kyle’s throat. Since their working boys aren’t allowed to fuck, this is Bob’s way of working out his frustrations. Kyle’s eyes welled up with tears as his throat took a rough fucking similar to that his ass took earlier. With Jim’s instructions and encouragement and his own determination, Kyle was able to accommodate the cock in his throat. Bob was one to take a long time no matter when he shot last. He was a brutal top that was turned into a whore bottom. When he got this rare chance to use his dick, he made the most of it. Kyle quickly learned to relax his throat as Bob rammed his shaft in and out of his mouth. Kyle did his best to put up with the face fucking and just as his jaw began to get sore he felt the cock in his throat began to swell then spasms as Bob was delivering his load directly into his gut. Bob pulled back a bit to give Kyle the last few spurts before smacking him across the face with his still hard cock. “I fucking wish I could breed this bitch! I’m still fucking hard.” Just as Bob finished talking the bedroom door opened up and in walked Ricky and Tyler. Ricky asked, “Nice job boys, you think this bitch will be ready to work the party tomorrow night?” “I’m sure with some personal tutoring I can have him ready Boss”, Bob was quick to say. But he knew he had no chance of fucking the new kid. The boys were there to be fucked and to suck the various guys who paid their way into the party. “OK boys, Tyler has your work assignments for the night. Remember, cash up front and we know how much you will be getting for each of your John’s.” The boys left the room leaving Kyle on his knees in front of Ricky. “Ok, boys, Tyler has your work assignments for the night. Remember, cash up front and we know how much you will be getting for each of your Johns.” The boys left the room leaving Kyle on his knees in front of Ricky. “We need to get you ready for the party tomorrow night. Your ass will bring a nice price with you being fresh meat.” Tyler came up stairs after giving the working boys their assignments for the night. They then took Kyle into one of the bedroom that they used as their party room. This room was well equipped with a couple slings and a fuck bench. Along one wall were a number of dildos of various shapes and sizes and an assortment of butt plugs. The opposite wall had ropes, chains and other restraints some of which Kyle had never seen before. There were a couple of flat panel TVs hanging in two of the corners of the room playing bareback porn. They put Kyle in the sling and placed his wrists and ankles in restraints. He had a perfect view of the TV’s from where he lay. Ricky told him, “You’ll spend the rest of the night here watching porn. The hunger to be fucked will grow in side you all night until you beg to be fucked. Then you will be left here long after that point to think about your purpose here and how you will serve us.” Kyle was given a small slam. Kyle felt a hunger and a need to be fucked at any end. All he knew was that he needed cock inside him as he watches the porn on the screen. He noticed that the guys getting fucked in the porn looked familiar. Then he recognized them as Jim, Bob and David. Every hour either Ricky or Tyler came into the room and gave Kyle some G laced water to drink and a small slam to keep the hunger of being fucked within him. After almost six hours of mini-slams and G, Kyle was begging to be fucked. When the roommates came in to give Kyle his next “dose” they knew he was almost theirs. They ignored him as he drank down the water and took his slam without protest. After the roommates left Kyle, Ricky commented, “It won’t be long until he is hooked on meth.” Tyler added, “Yeah, and raw cock and cum.” The roommate continued to give Kyle the same doses over the entire night and as daylight began to fill the apartment they entered the room to find a docile boy ready to submit. Kyle pleaded, “Please, I need to be fucked. I can’t take it anymore. I need cock in me. I need to suck cock.” Ricky asked, “Kyle are you ready to go to work for us?” Kyle didn’t even hesitate, “Yes sir, I will work for you as long as I get fucked right now.” Tyler said, “Very well then.” Ricky pulled a very large dildo off the wall, “If you can take this down to the base we will let you out of the sling to rest up for tonight’s festivities.” The dildo was a horse cock dildo, 13” long and 8” around. “Please give it to me.” Ricky and Tyler applied a generous amount of Crisco to the dildo and Kyle’s ass. Tyler commented on how loose Kyle’s hole felt and that this might not be much of a challenge. The tip slipped in easily, but then they had some resistance as the dildo began to slide in side Kyle’s hole. Ricky and Tyler were experienced enough to manage this resistance and put a bottle of poppers beneath Kyle’s nose telling him to breath in deep. As the poppers took effect the resistance faded and before they knew it, half of it was inside the teen. Now they had the internal ring to negotiate. Again they gave Kyle the poppers as the dildo was turned and wiggled past the internal ring. It took some doing but it finally “popped” through and after a good 45 minutes of work the dildo was down to the base. The roommates fucked the teen with this dildo for a good ten minutes ensuring he was opened-up. Ricky praised his new working boy, “Very good Kyle. Now you’re ready for a fist.” In his drugged up hazed he was a little perplexed. He thought to himself, ‘A fist? Why the hell would anyone want a fist put in his ass?’ Before he knew what was happening the dildo was quickly pulled from his hole. He felt so empty, still having a need to be filled. Tyler began to finger Kyle’s loose and sloppy hole. And before Kyle knew what was going on, he had Tyler’s fist inside his rectum. He felt full again, but he had no clue as to how full he’d get as Tyler began to work his fist deeper inside his hole. Kyle had no view to see what was going on until he realized that the activities were on the TV screen above them. He watched with disbelief as Tyler’s forearm sunk into him down to the elbow. Ricky let Kyle know, “We’ve always needed a special boy for some of our special clients. I think you will work out well.” Kyle leaned his head back and enjoyed the fisting he was getting. Then Tyler pulled his fist from Kyle’s hole and his restraints were untied from the chains. They took Kyle to an open space on the floor and attached his ankles and wrists together. His ankles were attached to the floor and his wrists were attached to a rope suspended from a beam over head. His arms were stretched up over his head. What Kyle didn’t know was that as Tyler fisted him he also administered a generous booty bump that would make his ass even more hungry for cock. Ricky then asked, “How badly do you want to be fucked?” “Please, I need to be fucked.” “What will you do to get cock in you, boy?” “I’ll do anything you want me to do, please fuck me!” “Gag him Ty.” Tyler placed a ball gag in Kyle’s mouth as Ricky pulled a paddle off the wall. He then began to smack Kyle in the ass over and over again as he hung there. “Remember boy, you said you would do anything, and this is what we need a boy who we can pimp out to out leather clientele.” Kyle took a good smacking for nearly 15 minutes. He wasn’t able to stand up as he was hanging by his wrists. After a few more minute of smacking his ass, they knew Kyle had had enough. They lowered him down and moved him over to the fuck bench where they each fucked another load into his well stretched ass. Tyler said, “Let’s go boy, we need to get you cleaned up and let you rest up before tonight’s events” as they led Kyle to the shower up stairs. It wasn’t a regular tub style shower. It looked more like the kind you’d find in a locker room with a couple shower heads along one wall. Ricky told Kyle to get on his knees and open his mouth. He then placed his soft dick in Kyle’s mouth. Kyle thought he was going to suck Ricky’s cock when Ricky told him, “Don’t think about sucking my cock. I am going to give you something to drink.” Ricky then began to piss into Kyle’s open mouth, “Do the best you can to swallow as much of my piss. It is an honor to get to drink a guy’s piss.” Kyle did his best, although some spilled out of his mouth, he drank most of it down. Then Tyler stepped up and placed his soft cock in Kyle’s mouth and gave him his piss. Kyle did better with Tyler’s piss then he did with Ricky’s. “Hey Rick, he’s a fast learner.” “He sure is. Now let’s get him cleaned up and fed so he can rest up for tonight.” They then had Kyle shower off and helped him with a shower shot to douche out his stretched out hole. They then gave escorted him down stairs and fed him. Kyle was still horny, but as least he as fed and cleaned up. They all sat down in the living room to watch some TV. As the T and G in Kyle system wore off he fell asleep and slept all afternoon. When he woke it was starting to get dark out. The working boy’s were back and they nudged Kyle to get up and ready for the guests. The four hustlers headed up stairs. They all stripped down and went into the play room where Ricky and Tyler were waiting. Each one was given a couple pills, one was am ecstasy and there were a couple Cialis to keep the boys rock hard and horny for the guests. Then each boy was given his slam to start the night off. Jim, Bob and David wandered off to different parts of the room to wait. After Kyle got his slam he was helped into the sling and given some extra Cialis. The roommates told the boys that Kyle was to be in the sling all night. Anyone one wanting to seed his ass had to pay extra since he was new to the crew. As the night went on Kyle took loads from all the guests. He was fucked by old, fat trolls, young hotties, big dick black guys, harry Latinos. All in all he took at least a load from every customer there. It was knows which guys were poz and which were neg, but all Kyle knew was that he was getting what he wanted: cock and cum in his ass. In his drugged up haze Kyle knew he found his place as a male prostitute.

At a recent CumUnion, one bottom monopolized the fuck bench in the orgy room. Although he was laying face down with his ass up, he gave all the tops attitude, and even went so far as to push away one top saying "I don't take less than 12 inches." He pushed me away saying simply "Fuck off." He quizzed another top about his poz status. During the time I was there, no top got into his ass. So here's my question: when a bottom lies on a fuck bench in an orgy room, shouldn't he keep his mouth shut and take all cocks and loads up his ass?

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

I was in a well known Manchester sauna today, high as a kite, and bumped into a hot dom daddy bear. Although I generally prefer to top, this guy just hit all the right buttons for me. The next thing I knew my ass was covered with his hand prints, my chest with his spit and he had just cum in my ass!

Short and Sweet!

Hell yes! It makes me want to get into breeding position so I can be mounted and bred by any cock as well!

Wow, I really enjoyed this story.

I`ll add some more here. You have said you want to do it ASAP. To me that says you have made your decision. I`d say get that BBRT buddy of yours over to your house and get to fucking!!! Get knocked up.

Well i'm going to say White top and black bottom. 99% of my tops have been white not by choice, I live in a heavily white area and most of the tops I've been breed by are good. So I love to see white guys breed black guys especially if its a white daddy type breeding black bottoms.

was well pissed off this morning as this really hot older top wanted to have fun with me breed me - we'd been chatting on and off and he was going on about how he had to look for work so hadn't been in touch and he suggested today. Needless to ask (as with a lot of British Gay men) i'd douched and was ready only for, you guessed it, him not picking up the phone so I ended up sending him a text asking him to get in touch. On the same site I found out about this guy another Black guy was interested - not into bb but he seemed fun only after half an hour of tit for tat he said he couldn't fuck because he had a bad back. The whole day wasn't working out for me as two other guys gave the usual British excuse (oh to be in America or Germany!) Still, I had the option to go to a film with Gay friends and it was nice meeting the couple that organise the event and two new people. After the film (which was rather good) we said our goodbyes and I thought `fuck it i'm going to the bathhouse`. Earlier that day the leather guy I met in the sex club last weekend had asked whether I wanted to meet him there and I put him off as in some way i'd rather have him in his or my place (just more intimate). I asked again whether he wanted to meet him there - he said `I'm already there been here ages`. `Right I'm on my way` I replied. When I got there we missed each other (he told me later he had been playing) and I wandered round and around (the usual British tradition for these places) and had a play. The sort of place where someone over 40 can clear the room. Then this really hot chubster, would say about 28, walked by and I just grabbed his tits and sexy tummy and bod we started snogging and went into a private room. His cock was thick and long and I was desperate to take it not just suck it. I asked `you bottom or top?` `I'm top` BINGO! Within ten minutes he was plowing my hole and creaming his sexy chubby load up me. After this I walked around for a bit and found my leather friend in the changing rooms. We chatted and had drinks in the lounge area and it was clear there's some bond there between us probably similar yet contrasting personality types. We ended up snogging and he said `let's go to a private room`. We made out again and I took his long thick cock doggy style it felt so good. He painfully stretched my hole at one point - it's all good practice. Suddenly, I was playing with his arse and I was hard and I told him i wanted to fuck him. I just loved looking at his horny bod as I doggy fucked him and shot my load inside him. He said he'd been wanting that ever since the sex club. I'm sure our paths will cross again.

OK, as of yesterday, I am officially HIV+. I had the test done after all, and it was positive. Fuck, I feel relived to at least KNOW. Now I can plan how my life goes forward, and I would welcome any advice from you guys. Blog: fistmich.tumblr.com/archive

Part 3: Slowly both fists fucked my hole and I was fed a rag soaked in poppers...it took me right over the edge and I just completely relaxed. My hole just gave itself over to the fucking it was receiving, and at the same time the guy I was rimming stood up and guys started shooting their cum in my face and on my body. The booty bump was taking effect and I just squirmed and rode the fists, trying to get them further up inside my cunthole. The poppers rag was removed and another hard cock spurted its load down my throat. Then a guy who must have been barely 20 sat on the rim seat, but he actually squatted on it which pushed his hole out...I buried my tongue in his hole, and my entire focus became getting my tongue as far inside him as I could, and then just twirling the very tip around inside him....one direction, then twirl it back the other way. I could tell it was driving him crazy, because with each twirl and moan, his hole pushed out even more. I could feel his warm saggy smooth balls on my chin as I deep tongued his hole, and his clear ass juices kept oozing into my mouth. His hole was so clean and tasted so damn good, and with the battering my own hole was getting, I was in a trance of pure lust...I could feel cum oozing out of my cock, and I couldn't even tell if my cock was rock hard or shriveled up, it just felt fucking incredible! Someone noticed the leakage and a mouth went straight to it, sucking more cum out of me, draining my balls. The two fists were now alternately punch fucking me, and I involuntarily tensed and pushed my hole right out...fuck! The sensations of pleasure rippled through my ass walls and I felt even more cum pouring out of my cock...I was in such bottom heaven It wasn't spurting, just a constant stream! I was making gutteral moaning and roaring animalistic sounds, and growling ...fuck me fuck my cunt you fuckers oh yeah fuck arghhhh... The guy said, ok time for a change....I was helped up, and it had been a couple of hours since the last slam. I was helped onto a fuck bench, and placed face down on all fours. My wrists were tied, and it was like a massage table with a round cut out hole for my face which was at a slight upward angle, to give easy access to my throat from in front of me. My knees were spread apart and were on soft cushioned leather pads, and tied wide apart. All I wanted was my empty hole to be filled again...my arm was tied off, and I felt a cold wipe, a prick, and then was asked are you ready pig? I growled yes fuck slam me fuck me ...the plunger went in, and then the needle was removed and the band untied...WHAM..as it hit the lights went out and coloured disco lights started flashing, and headphones were placed on my ears with loud dance beat music pounding, sending me into another lust filled trance..at the same time a big hard cock took pride of place fucking my wrecked hole, and another down my throat as I was still rushing from the slam. Next I felt increased pressure on my hole as the guy fucking me started to slide his fist in at the same time. As my rush subsided, I was being face fucked and my hole was being fucked and fisted to the beat of the dance music blaring in my ears. It was like I was on another planet, the planet orgasm...and I felt like I was just experiencing one long unending orgasm, even now my balls were still producing enough cum for it to be constantly dripping from my cock. The guy fucking me was using his hand to jack off inside my cunt, and a whole new level of pleasure rolled wave after wave through me. Each of the guys took turns jacking off in me and throat fucking me in that position for ages. From time to time a bottle of strong poppers was placed under my nose and I was ordered to 'sniff up, pig' which I greedily did. Once all the guys had blown, they released me from the fuck bench, and lid back on a bed. I was laid flat on my back, and all the guys stood around me and were rubbing the cum and sweat all over my body, and one of the guys was jerking my cock stirring it to life. As I was being steadily jerked, two guys lifted my legs and rubbed lube over my hole, teasing my hole and my balls. My cock was getting harder and reached it's 8" hard length, and 6" around the hard shaft. I could feel a tingling beginning in my balls, and my head was lifted slightly and I was ordered to take 6 long hits of poppers. As I was doing so, a large dildo was placed with just the head inside my wrecked hole, and the guy jerking me off continued with relentless pace. As the poppers sent me into space, I was yelling oh fuck oh fuck, the dildo was pushed all the way in and out rapidly, and I was screaming fuck yeah! fuuuck yeah...arrrrrh ooooh yeah FUUUCCCK... FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK...... and I went over the edge and spurted a huge load straight into my face, one stream, then drips as my over worked balls went into spasm after spasm, then dry shooting .... I was totally royally fucked, and straight away , with all the guys around me, drifted off to sleep... To be continued

Lol Tallallman, the rimseat scene with me on my back, legs pinned back being fisted while eating out a guys ass IS from a real session

http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=0EVW7-G206- "want that fucking poz load up your cunt?"

Once you experience the pleasure of taking a raw cock and his loads in your hole, you will never allow a covered cock inside you again. It' she only way to be fucked.

On Sunday afternoon I stopped into the local adult bookstore, a sleazy place that I frequent, hoping to suck a few loads through the gloryholes between the video booths After paying for tokens I headed back to the booths. Fifteen minutes passed as the undesirable trolls paced back and forth. Then a tall (6'6" at least), handsome white guy in his early 40s walked into the booth across from me. He quickly dropped his pants and slid his huge cock through the gloryhole. I wrapped my hand around the still expanding slab of meat. His girth must have been at least 6". I sucked his cock for 10 minutes, and then he whispered, "Can we get a booth together?" Within seconds of entering that booth, he had his pants down to his ankles and forcefully shoved his engorged cock into my mouth. I started to gag from the force of his cock sliding hard down my throat. He grabbed my head, not letting me pull away. He continued to face fuck me hard for five minutes before suddenly stopping. He pulled down my jeans and immediately deep-throated my cock. As I tried to recovered from the shock of his moves, he slipped a finger in my ass, and then another one. He then hopped to his feet, turned me around, and slid his spit-covered raw cock up my ass. His cock hurt like hell. And even though he must have known it hurt, he didn't ease up. Repeatedly he pulled nearly all the way out and slammed his cock back in until his balls smacked my ass. This must have lasted ten minutes. His pace slowed, and I could feel that huge cock throb in my wrecked hole. At that moment I knew he was squirting his load deep. He quickly pulled out, zipped up his pants, and walked out. I stood there, with the booth door open, feeling the cum drip out my hole. He didn't ask if I wanted his cum and didn't give me any warning that he was going to cum in my ass. That's the way I like it.

I was in the Philly burbs on business recently, and after coming back from dinner with colleagues I was in the mood to get fucked. The wine had gotten to me so I opened the laptop I use when I travel, and hopped on Craigslist. Posted a simple ad: "Hotel visitor seeking anonymous tops to fuck my ass in my dark hotel room. Send cock pic for response." After a couple of the usual spam responses, I got one that had my cock twitching. He told me to give him my hotel and room number, and leave the door ajar while I waited naked on all 4s on the bed. Attached was the picture of the perfect cock for my hole: a solid 7 incher, thick and solid, hairless with a head was a bit smaller around than the shaft, making it the perfect missile to deliver a hot fucking. I immediately responded with the information he requested. He wrote back in less than a minute, telling me that he would email from the parking lot and that would be my cue to get ready. My hole was already cleaned out and I had about 15 minutes to wait, so I split my time between surfing bb porn and keeping an eye on my email. I broke out my brown bottle and took a couple of small hits, just to heighten the sense of horniness mixed with nervous anticipation. Right on time, a new message from my mystery guest appeared in my inbox: "I'm here." That was all I needed. I pulled the door open so it was resting ajar on the latch, grabbed my brown bottle, stripped naked and went into the bedroom. I should mention that when I travel, I stay at an all-suite hotel, where the door opens into a sitting room and the bedroom is in the back. I had no way of seeing who or what was coming through the door. I squirted some lube into my hand and slathered my crack, slipping a couple of fingers inside to make sure I was ready for action. I knelt on the bed facing away from the door, placed the lube on the comforter beside me, and assumed the position of doggy-style slut bottom. I was so turned on the precum was practically running from my cock onto the bed! In no time, I heard the suite door click shut as he entered. There was a pause and some rustling while he took off his clothes. I remember the sound of each of his shoes hitting the floor, two "thunks" followed by the rattle of his belt buckle. I took a huge hit of poppers and held my breath. In no time I could feel his presence behind me. The bedroom lights were off but there was some light coming from the sitting room, so he could make out my outline on the bed. As I was facing away from the bedroom door I had no idea who was there. I felt first one, then two fingers slide into my hungry hole. Then, to my immense disappointment, I heard the distinct sound that could only be the tearing of a condom wrapper. My buzz started to go away at that point, but I thought, he's here, I have to go through with it, so I took another hit off the brown bottle and waited. I heard the click of the lube cap, then the sound of him stroking the lube onto his rubber-covered cock. Without a word, he was inside me, pushing into my ass balls-deep in one fluid motion. I wasn't ready for such an onslaught and I let out a gasp, and he backed off a little for me to catch my breath. Then with his hands on my hips, he started to thrust. His cock felt amazing! There was a slight curve that I hadn't noticed in his pic, and he hit my prostate just right each time he slid deep inside me. I took another hit from the brown bottle and in no time I was flying. I began to thrust my ass back toward him, matching his thrusts to get him as deep inside me as I possibly could. I could tell that his cock was sheathed, but it was still the best fuck of my life. After about 15 minutes of pumping away in my ass, I felt him stop. That's when he spoke for the first time: "A hot ass like this deserves to be barebacked." The precum ran like a river from my cock as he slipped out of my ass and I heard the telltale rubber snap of the condom being pulled off that gorgeous, perfect cock. Without stopping to lube his shaft, he was back inside me, hitting my prostate with every thrust and sending me into sheer heaven! After another 5 minutes or so, my anonymous top muttered the only other words I would hear from him that night: "Where do you want my cum?" I was so turned on, between the poppers and his cock, and I squeaked out the only answer I could: "Inside me!" With no more urging, and not another word, he gripped my hips tight and I could feel the rhythm of his pumping change, then his cock jerked several times as he shot his load deep into my guts. He left his cock inside me once he was finished, lingering there for a moment. It was all I could do not to collapse on the bed. Before long, he pulled out and left the bedroom. As I lay there on the bed, exhausted, I heard his belt buckle rattle again from the sitting room. In no time I heard the click of the suite door, and I knew I was alone again. I played with my ass for a while after that, coating my fingers with his lube and licking them off. It was sticky and sweet, a combination of his cum and the lube. There was never a sweeter, sexier flavor. I'm headed back to that hotel in a few weeks, and I'll be posting again as soon as I get to my room!

A regular buddy sent me an email yesterday asking if I was free. We usually meet up early mornings on his way to work. Today I was off and told him I could be available anytime. He gave me a time in the afternoon and I was ready for him. He usually gives big thick loads, is a passionate kisser and cuddles although he's total top. Average dick but with big round bulbous head that you can feel plowing your ass. He showed up a little early, we started making out as he's undressing, already hard. "We don't have to rush today I have plenty of time", he said as he pushed my head down to take his dick in my mouth. I sucked like my life depended on it, and he was a little rougher than usual. Reaching under me he fingered my lubed ass moaning and asked if it was somebody's cum. I said no, lube so you didn't have to wait to use me. He growled his approval. Pulled me up to get on my back, slid in with little hesitation to get used to his dick and started his plowing, alternating kissing me pushing down on my chest and slapping my face a little staring into my eyes. He took longer than usual to cum and shot deep as usual. Then he left his dick inside meeds and talked about how hot the fuck was, then smalltalk. After about 5 minutes, still inside me, he started fucking again and bred me again deep. He's never done that and I love multiple loads when a guy give them. I've spend the night with his loads inside, have dripped little out, and gonna take his cum to work with me today. The only thing that could be better is if he showed up this morning to dump another load in my cumdump hole.

Part 6 Luke moaned a little as Steve extracted his fat, spent cock from his ass. When Steve’s thick mushroom head plopped out, a glob of toxic cum came with it, running down Luke’s tan, muscular hamstring. “Fuck, your hole is amazing.” Steve proclaimed, backing away from the bent over jock and collecting his post-coital self. Billy pulled his curved dick from Luke’s mouth and said, “get on your back. “ Luke complied, and his rock hard dick lay flat on his chest pointing toward his face. Luke's cock was dripping precum; it would take only a few strokes to achieve orgasm. Billy positioned himself between Luke’s spread legs, dragged his cock head through Steve’s escaped dirty cum, and then positioned his dick against Luke’s pucker. “You ready for my raw dick, bitch?” “Yeah,” Luke said, looking into Billy’s eyes. Billy was already on the edge, having been blown by Luke for the past several minutes. It wouldn’t take him long to shoot his load into Luke’s fuck hole. Billy’s bent dick began its descent into Luke’s guts. Although Steve’s jism lubed the way, he took his time entering Luke. Luke felt the curve of Billy’s dick veering against his ass lining, and he moaned in pleasure. Billy's long dick bottomed out in Luke, balls against Luke’s ass, and leaned onto Luke, resting on him, sweaty-chest-to-sweaty-chest. “I’m all the way in you.” He whispered into Luke’s ear. “Your dick feels amazing, Billy.” “Oh yeah? You like my bare dick in you?” “Fuck yeah I do.” “I’m throbbing in you. You feel so good.” Billy began mini-thrusts against Luke’s prostate, and Luke smiled. Steve appeared at the edge of the bed, phone in hand, clicking photos of the scene. “Here’s something else you should know, bitch: I’ve been a bad boy. I’ve probably taken a hundred anonymous loads this month. No condoms, no names, no questions. I'm chasing everything. I’m not just toxic, I’m fucking radioactive. And now, so are you. You’re my fellow, filthy cumdump. This is your destiny.” Billy kissed Luke, and Luke’s heart raced. What the fuck did Billy just say? This was more than Luke had in mind when he knowingly touched Steve's poz dick a few hours earlier. This sexual romp had gone way too far. Luke didn't actively want STDs. He didn't want to be a filthy cumdump. And yet, Luke didn't put up resistance; he just kissed Billy back. Billy’s mini-thrusts became more methodic, quicker, and deeper. Luke was pinned body to body with Billy, and the two were becoming one. Moments into their deep tongued kiss, Billy screamed “I’m cumming!! OH FUCK, I’m cumming!!!! I’m fucking shooting my load in you, bitch!!” and he kept thrusting his nuclear seed deep in Luke’s guts. After his orgasm subsided, Billy rose from Luke’s sweaty chest. With his bent, uncut cock still in the boy, he looked down at his conquest with a grin. Steve’s camera phone clicked some more. Steve switched it to video, and Steve said “nice, Billy. Fuck that hot load into him some more. Luke, you just took another filthy load. Look at those letters above his dick. Mmmmm. That’s you now too, whore. His dick looks so hot in your used hole.” Billy took hold of Luke’s rock hard dick and jerked it. With just a few strokes, a huge spray of cum shot onto Luke’s rippling six pack. Billy pulled his dick from Luke’s ass, with a whimper from Luke, and then lapped up the cum from Luke’s stomach. “Probably his last clean load ever. Savor it.” Steve said, still videoing the scene. He panned to Luke’s face and captured a concerned but satiated look.

Part 5 Steve had sent the following text to Billy: “The boy just told me he’s horny and wants to come over. I told him you and I were both going to fuck him tonight. See you in a few. Oh, and you’re welcome.” Billy grinned upon receipt. Dinner plans with his fuckbud Steve had apparently evolved. A little while later, Billy let himself into Steve’s apartment. Walking back into the den, he encountered Luke on his knees, his head bobbing back and forth on Steve’s long, thick dick. Steve saw Billy and grinned. Luke then noticed the stranger out of the corner of his eye, removed himself from Steve’s throbbing dick, and quickly made it to his feet. “Luke, this is Billy. Billy, Luke,” Steve announced. Feeling self-conscious, Luke extended his hand and avoided eye contact with Billy. “Nice to meet you, Luke.” Billy grabbed Luke’s hand, and then put his other hand on Luke’s shoulder, “Relax, buddy, I don’t bite.” Luke eased up a bit and smiled as Billy added “Looks like I’m a little late to the party,” sizing-up Steve's erect dick which protruded from his jeans, awaiting someone - anyone to resume ministrations. Billy leaned in, kissed Steve, and stroking Steve’s dick as part of his greeting. Luke took the opportunity to assess Billy. Probably in his mid-thirties, Billy was about 6’2, 175 pounds. Skinnier than he or Steve, Billy had a boy-ish look, with a mop of shaggy brown hair and a scruffy, handsome face. He had sleeves of tattoos on both arms and an earing in his right ear. Luke found that he had sex appeal, but different from that of Steve: Billy seemed mischievous and fun, another man unlike any Luke had been with before. “Luke here was just worshipping my POZ dick. He’s taken my loads all weekend. My poison is brewing inside him. He’s becoming my toxic slut.” Steve broke the kiss to say. “Hot,” Billy remarked as he removed his shirt, revealing a torso full of tattoos, including a scorpion to the left of his belly button, similar to the one he did for Steve the day before, and a biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. “Billy’s been taking my loads for years. He is your destiny, Luke. Forget the bullshit life you’ve lead before now 'cause now you’re a fucking slut. My slut. Our slut. Your hole and your dick are fucking poison to everyone but us.” The words were sinking into Luke’s brain as Billy sank to his knees, pulled down Luke’s shorts, and began sucking Luke’s increasingly hard cock. Luke and Steve began to kiss. Once Luke’s dick was hard, Billy alternated between Steve’s and Luke’s cock, licking, sucking, jacking, tonguing them both while the two men kissed above. Steve was precumming a lot when he pulled Billy back up to his feet and ordered “Bedroom.” Each man pulled off his clothing as they stumbled down the hallway, Steve pulling-up the rear to herd his flock. Steve pushed Luke onto all fours, spit on his hole, and lined his prick up with it. Luke braced himself as he felt the pressure of Steve’s massive dick head against his hole. Steve pressed, and Luke’s back arched in response to the pain. Positioning himself in front of Luke, Billy presented Luke with his dick to be pleasured orally. Luke assessed this asset for the first time. Billy’s dick was uncut, about nine inches long, somewhat thick, and curved to the right. His body was clean-shaven. Right above his shaft appeared a tattoo of the letters 'HIV' in red outlined in black. As Billy guided his dick towards Luke’s beautiful lips, Luke had another moment of self-realization. His ass was on fire with Steve’s bare, POZ dick inching itself deeper into his guts, and he was literally about to be face to face with three letters he’d always feared. He thought about his friend’s words of caution during their run earlier, and all of the caution, fear, planning, and pretenses that had guided him through life so far. But he realized there was no turning back now: Steve was right, he was now a fucking slut. He was, in fact, Steve’s fucking slut, so Luke was more than ready to open mouth wide as possible, determined to give Billy’s cock what it deserved. Even so, Luke found Billy’s dick to be fun to suck. With ample foreskin and and interesting bend, Luke's tongue had plenty to explore, even if Luke somehow didn’t quite decipher the tiny blisters Billy was sporting at the time, (more toxicity to the brew inside Luke's body). Luke deep throated him as best he could, licked his balls, stuck his tongue in the slit to extract as much precum as possible. Occasionally Billy pulled his dick away from Luke’s mouth and would slap him in the face with it, grunting endearments like “Swallow my whole cock, you faggot,” or “Yeah, suck on my diseased dick you slut.” Luke's dick responded to each utterance with a twitch of excitement. Occasionally Luke would cry out in pain from Steve’s huge, just-spit-and-precum-lubed cock. Steve wasn’t being gentle in pounding Luke’s hole, which was, in fact, all but wrecked. So after about ten minutes during which Steve and Billy skewered Luke from both ends, Steve made the announcement for which Luke had been looking "I'm close, buddy!" Luke responded by pulsing his ass muscles and pressing back on Steve’s dick as Billy held his dick deep in Luke’s throat and ground his crotch against the boy’s face as Steve muttered "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," pushing deep into Luke’s ass, and then adding with a shout “I’m cumming, I’m blowing my load in you, slut!" A toxic wave of cum crashed in Luke’s ass, which again unhesitatingly accepted Steve's poison, which flowed from Steve’s massive dick in several pulsating volleys of jizz into Luke’s ass. Luke’s sex chute was lubed up with Steve’s cum. With Billy’s cock deep in his throat, Luke looked upward. The letters HIV immediately in his gaze, then a scorpion, then an array of tattoos before his eyes met Billy’s. “Now it’s my turn,” Billy announced with a grin.

I swallowed a cab drivers load once instead of paying. Was drunk and took a cab from a bar straight to the bathhouse in Munich. Started talking and told him I love sucking cock. He switched off the meter and stopped in a side street. Was kinda hot

To curiouspuppy429 I would say that you would not have that choice. I would hope it would be bare anyway.

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

A guy responded to my craigslist ad a month or two ago. Straight guy...well, mostly straight. He liked fucking thick beefy ass, but has only had one other experience doing it. Loved it. He loves dating women and loves pussy, but somehow, thick beefy ass drives him nuts. Being new to this and nervous, we met at a bar near my home and drank a pitcher of beer together. We talked and laughed, and he could see I was a regular guy, just like him. He was not a regular guy. No, not at all. He was handsome. Big thick hair, handsome jawline, perfectly white teeth. He was not muscular, but had muscles. More like average/athletic with little fat. We had exchanged photos, but his did not do him justice. As soon as he walked into the bar that first time, I realized he had no problem getting women to fuck. No problem. That first night we hooked up was fun. We had great sex. He said that he wanted to try kissing, something he had not done prior. Asked me if it was okay. I didn't mind. We kissed and he said it was okay, but kissing a woman was still better. The sex was fun and he nutted inside me--in a condom. I wanted his raw load. I figured it might take a few sessions, but I thought that eventually, I might persuade him. A full month passed before I heard from him again (he preferred I not contact him and I agreed). We exchanged texts about getting together and I thought I'd start planting the seed in his head. Well...the seed to plant his seed. These are the actual text messges we exchanged a few hours before we were to get together: Him: I'm very very horny right now. Might have to pound your ass multiple times tonight. That sounds good though. Me: Multiple times sounds hot...You might be tempted to slip off the condom and dump your first load inside me so you can use it as lube for the second time... Him: Ha ha. I'll try really hard not to. I'd like to do that. Fill your ass up all the way to the brim. I'm already about to explode just thinking about it. Me: Hmmmmmm. It's hot thinking about it, isn't it? All your warm creamy sperm swimming deep inside into that pink hole.... (after a few minutes of him not responding...) Me: Freely ejaculating with the goal of shooting it as deep as possible... Him: Alright, you seriously have to stop. Me: LOL...I like teasing you. Straight guys are proud of their cum. They wanna breed. Gosh, what's going to happen if I don't stop teasing you?.... He did not reply to that one until close to our meeting time. He got distracted by a hockey game with friends. We met in the bar again and drank. I refereced our hot text exchange and he groaned. I apologized if I was making him nervous or uncomfortable with this topic. Not uncomfortable, he said. He wanted it...but... I explained I was on Truvada, the HIV prevention drug and told him the stats. He had heard of Truvada, but didn't realize how effective it had become. I could see him mentally debating in his brain. I told him one of my fantasies was to be with a top who secretly took off the condom while we were fucking and only told me once he was close to cumming. His eyes bugged out and said, "That sounds dangerous." I said, "Yeah, maybe ten years ago. But with the Truvada...well, I'd find it hot. I'm just saying...it's a fantasy." I worried I pushed too hard. I tried to explain that it was more about giving the top power over my butt...giving him the decision-making power over how I got fucked. THAT he understood and liked. That he could appreciate. The first time we fucked, he held my head into the mattress as he pounded me. I made sure we had plenty of beer before we careened back to my place. He was eager to start fucking right away nad bent me over the couch. "Right here," he said. He pulled out a condom from his pocket and I heard him unwrap it. I was disappointed but at the same time, I kinda figure that one of these days...one of our sessions, he would come around. I have also discovered I kinda like trying to convince a guy to bareback...to go raw. It's a turn on to me. He entered me and it was good. HIs dick is about 6 inches. Maybe 6.5 It's not huge. Average thickness. But he's a hot guy and he fucks well, as if he figured out how to make the most of his cock. He fucked me for about five minutes and I groaned my appreciation. He kept saying how much he loved my ass. Then he pulled out and said, "I'm taking off the condom." Just like that, he was back inside me again, this time raw. He moaned as soon as he slid in. He felt the difference right away. I knew I was gonna get his load and within about four minutes, he growled, "I'm gonna breed you." And he did, collapsing on my back. When he pulled out, I suggested we go upstairs to my bedroom and I would massage his body until he was ready to nut again. He liked that idea. I gave him a great massage and told him how amazing it felt to have his semen inside me. He liked it. He liked hearing how much it turned me on to carry his sperm. I described how he came, how turned on I was by his words, "I'm taking off the condom." In less than ten minutes, he said, "I wanna fuck you again." When he slid into me, I said, "Does it feel wet?" "Yeah," he said in a heavy breath. "Yeah, it's wet." He nutted in me twenty minutes later. I sucked a third load out of him and we slept for a while in my bed, naturally falling asleep. He woke up and put his cock inside me. I asked him if he liked feeling how creamy it was and he said that was his favorite part, feeling his own cum on his dick and knowing it was going to stay in me all night. Making out with a man must not have been so bad after all, because we kissed for a long time with his cock in me before he pulled out, dressed, and went home. On his way out the door, he said, "That was intense. I've never been inside a guy bareback." Next time, I don't think we'll even start with the condom.

I'm a text book case for heredity. Bi Dad, Bi Uncle on my mother's side and a Gay older Brother.

Very fucking hot start for sure.

When I lived in LA, used to LOVE fucking the guys at the Slammer in the sling in front of everyone. Huge turn on to fuck in front of others

His finger pushed into my ass just as he had done a few nights before. He reached over and grabbed a fat black dildo off the table. I knew i'd had his fist in me but the sheer size of this still made my eyes widen in shock. He rubbed the giant dildo along my hole, pushing in slightly harder with each passing stroke. I took a deep breath as he pushed it in. I knew this would hurt but my ass was craving it now. It burnt as he grunted pushing against any resistance from my hole. He threw a small towel over my face.. It stank of chemicals. With every breath i took i felt hornier & hornier. I couldn't see anymore but i didn't care. Hugo pushed & pushed until i could feel the monster cock fill my insides up. He reached up and pulled the towel off me. In the mirrores ceiling i could see my small ass had totally swallowed up the dildo. A massive black disc hanging out from the bottom of my body. Feeling it inside me made part of me feel like i could vomit and another part in heaven. Hugo tapped the bottom of it, nudging it into my insides a few times before slowly pulling it out. My ass gaped open all greasy and slimy looking as Hugo put his fingers in. He pushed around and grabbed my asscheek from the inside. Then he put the fingers from his other hand in and grabbed the other cheek. He was pulling my ass wider open. Pain again. I was beginning to love pain. I squeezed my ass out as told as Hugo sucked around my hole. I moaned in ecstacy. He stopped and shoved a smaller dildo into my wide ass. Followed by another. I lay looking at myself.. My hole stretched around 2 dildos.. as Hugo got up and walked out. A few minutes passed before a man entered the room. Not Hugo. Someone else. A wirey thin man. He was quite old too though maybe how thin he was made him look older. He got onto the bed,straddling me like Hugo had. Pulling down his red boxer briefs, his hard cock sprung out. I recoiled my head back as far as my neck would allow. His cock was horrid. Grazed, seeping sores covering the raw skin. He grabbed the back of my head forcing the cock to my lips. "Suck my diseased gonno dick boy" he snarled at me. I didn't want to. I was horny but i didn't want to. He continued pushing it at my lips. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and let him push his shaft to the back of my throat. With every thrust i could feel the lumps; it even tasted horrible but i kept going. The whore inside me was fully out now. Ass crammed with dildos whilst sucking a disease ridden dick. I closed my eyes & knew i belonged here. The man got off me and went down to stand between my open legs. He pulled the dildos out & pushed his cock inside me. Even my opened ass could feel the bumps as he pushed in & out. Before long he dumped his load into my ass & promptly left. Hugo arrived back in, my eyes transfixed on the shiny metal ring on his cock. He came over and told me to drink up as he poured liquid into my mouth, thankfully not piss this time. Next he blindfolded me and i could hear him leave the room.

I agree, some tops have no idea what it's like to bottom and what kind of feeling they can elicit with their cocks (good or bad) and regardless of cock size, these guys are just a waste of time. Personally speaking, in a one on one situation, if the bottom AND the top are both focusing on each other and using their hole and cock respectively to make the other guy feel incredible, (rather than just themselves), it's going to be a great fuck. Also...the tops who are focusing on the bottom (the breathing, the facial expressions and sounds...really reading the bottom) rather than just the feeling in the nerve-endings at the tip of their own dick are the guys who last longer than a ridiculous 15mins. I've been told in the past to maybe not take so long to cum because where my head is at, means I can go almost as long as I like before I choose to blow....or as quickly as I like as the circumstances dictate. :-)

About 8 inches is perfect tho smaller cocks can be great fuckers & some larger ones can just hurt & be boring. Visually bigger is better, but attitude is more important overall than size. Love a thick cock