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I backed off then, just to see his face. The glazed look was still in his eyes but there was a new one now, Lust. Well, lets see how far he wants to play this out "Mmmm you kiss well boy, making daddy hard". As soon as id said this his face flushed an he looked down at my crotch, then at the floor "Thankyou daddy" he quietly replied, god this boy was really into it! I gently took his hand and placed it on my hard dick, Tina always makes me a) hard, and pre cum heavily). With my other hand i took hold of his chin and pulled his face up to look at me "You gonna suck daddys dick boy, show him how good you are?". Fumbling with my zipper he slowly took out my cock, not massive, only 7.5 uncut but thick. He seemed to be a bit lost in a daze so i put my hand on the back of his head and pulled his head down, he opened his lips and took my dick in his mouth, trying to go balls deep in one go and choking himself "Wow boy, pull your lips over your teeth as well" Must admit he wasn't that bad for a newby, and god did it feel good to have this twink working my dick. Then the nasty side started coming out in me, gently at first but with increasing force i pushed his head down further until he strated choking, then pop, i felt my dick head enter his throat "keep breathing boy" i told him as he adjusted, then stood up whilst holding onto his head whilst forcing him onto his knees and roughly started fucking his throat. God this felt hot, knowing i had this twink at my power, knowing he was mine to do with as i wanted. I kept the skull fucking up for about 10 minutes then let him come up for air, pushing him back off my dick he fell back slightly and lay there panting and flushed. Time for some more t i thought, but i think we need to up the game a little. "Stand up boy" i firmly told him, the look in my eye then if nothing else convinced him to do as i said, quick as a flash he was stood in front of me. "Follow me boy" with that i turned and walked out of the lounge and into my playroom. Well i call it that, all it is really is my spare room with a sling frame in it. When i got there i dug out an old dirty jock left over from my last hard session, put it on the sling and dug out a leather harness, i turned to him (he had followed me, good boy!) and told him "Strip off your clothes and put these on, call me when youve finished and dont take too long". Without waiting for a reply i walked out and into my own room, i quickly stripped off and put on my leather jock, harness, bicep strap, boots and muir cap, slipping on and tying my boots to finish off. "Im ready daddy" i heard him call, he sounded eager and alert, my dick twitched in my jock. I walked back into the sling room, he was stood there waiting, in my hand i had another G laced coke, some tina, my pipe and some slamming gear. I dont slam often, tending to prefer smoking, but i do partake sometimes. "Good boy, now have another drink then get in the sling" he quickly downed his drink with only a minor grimace, then looked at the sling. God he'd probably never even seen one before! "Ok boy, stand in front of it, facing me, then lie back" nervously he did. "Right now bring your legs up" again he did it, after only a minor hesitation. I secured his ankles into the straps, telling him that they were there to stop him falling out (yeah, right!). "Would you like another smoke boy?" "Yes please daddy!" I could see the T was getting him hooked, he wanted to keep that buzz. "You've done well so far boy, keep it up and il have a treat for you" I lit up and as soon as the pipe was ready got him to have 4 big hits off it. The 2nd dose of G and the T he'd just had were really hitting his system now, his dick was no longer hard but he was really turned on, slowly i caressed his chest, then went to work on his nipples. Probably no onehad ever done this to him before, he moaned like a bitch on heat and lifted himself up to meet my biting mouth "Easy boy, not so fast" then i went back to work, soon i had him writhing in the sling, i backed off and he looked at me confused. "We've got hours yet boy, and ive so much more to show you" Then i pulled up a stool and took a good long look at his ass, best bubble but id seen in years, with just a light coating of fuzz, god this lad would have every daddy in a club lusting after him! Pulling apart his cheeks i dived in and started rimming him, if he thought me chewing his nips was good he wasnt ready for what this did to him, the groans and moans he was giving off would of woken the dead, i kept working his hole hard, loosening it up bit by bit, then decided to try a finger, at first he flinched but i ressured him and he opened up enough for me to work into him. "I wasnt expecting this..." he panted, yeah right probably expected a spliff and a suck when he turned up! "I know boy, but daddy's gonna show you" Little prick tease probably been trying it on all over Grindr. Whilst i was working his ass with one hand, with another i gently worked a nice tina shard out of the bag with the other, passing it upto my other hand as i quickly pulled out my finger, placing it on the tip before working it back in again. "Ow that stings!" he exclaimed, again i reassured him, telling him it was because he was so tight, as the tina melted and worked into his system his ass loosened right up, i looked at him maintaining eye contact, as the rush hit him he threw back his head " Fuck!". "Oh i will boy, just wanna make sure your ready for i" What he didnt know was i was also using my fingers to scratch his insides, as i now worked 2, 3 then 4 into him i could see red traces on them, i had already strated using j-lube on him to work his hole with. He now looked back at me with a worried expression "I've never been fucked before, im not sure....". "You'll be fine boy, you like how my fingers feel dont you?" He nodded. "Good, i think your ready for the next step boy, you like how the pipe feels dont ya?" He nodded again. "Well this will feel a hell of alot better, believe me!" With that i turned around and prepared two rigs, nice medium size dose for me and a slightly bigger one for him, picked up the rigs, strap and some swabs i turned around and walked around to his head, placing the stuff on a nearby set of draws. He looked at me nervously again "I dont do hard drugs..." he said, "Well kid what do you think was in that pipe, weed? Its Tina boy, crystal meth, feels good doesnt it". I could see his face become more worried, almost panicy. Dont worry boy, i wont do anything to harm you, i havent yet have i?" my voice intoned nothing but re-assurance. "Ok il do myself first, you can see what i do, theres no harm involved and you'll be ok". I then strapped my arm, swabbed a vein and put in the syringe, pulling back for a flush of blood, i then pushed in, pulled out the needle, undid the strap and held my arm above my head, a quick cough as the rush hit and i felt fucking amazing! "See boy, nothing to it!" He still looked nervous, but there was a look of hunger there too, the rush from the shard was lessening a bit "Ok daddy, but not too much, god i never do this kind of thing!" Yes i thought, tina does tend to do this to you, silly young fuck! Slowly i prepped him, talking him through it all, with only the slightest wince i put in the needle, when i pulled out and told him to raise his arm, i pulled off the strap and then the rush hit him, if he thought the pipe felt good this must of been fucking amazing. "God that feels good daddy" he was panting heavier now, i fetched him a glass of water and made him drink it down, dont want him passing out on me! "How does your ass feel boy?" "Different daddy, twitchy?" I moved back around to his ass, i could see it twitching, god he needed to be fucked. Slowly i lined my dick up with his ass, then started teasing his hole, rubbing over it then slowly pushing in a bit before pulling out again. "What do you want now boy" "I want you to fuck me daddy, i've never been fucked but i want it" He'd probably jacked himself off at night thinking about being fucked, suprised no one had got there first! "Ok boy but theres a few rules, once im in i dont pull out, i never use condoms, and i always shoot in the guy, ok?" "Please use a condom daddy, i dont like the idea of unsafe" Dumb shit, does he think he can tell me what to do? "I thought i was clear boy, when i fuck its bare only, if your not happy with this then get up and dressed and go home and dont bother me again" With that i made to unstrap his ankles, as i worked the first strap i saw him chewing his lip. "Ok daddy, i want to get fucked so bad, i dont know why but i do, and i trust you" God he really was naive, little bit of chems and a stranger and he was offering them his hole. Gotta love twinkies! "Right boy, but any more of that kind of shit and il throw you out myself, got it?" He lay back and nodded. "Ok, now you may need these i said as i passed him some poppers, i showed him what to do with them. He took 6 huge goes up each nostril as i placed my dick at the entrance to his ass, then i pushed forward, i could feel his hole tense despite the poppers. Now what i hadn't told him through all this was i had HIV, wasn't on meds, probably had a high viral load, and got off on pozzing guys, with or without they're knowledge. "Slow down" he croaked but i kept pushing until i was balls deep. "You'll get used to it boy, kee breathing, try some more poppers". I held my dick there for a few minutes whilst he adjusted, then slowly began to work it in and out, building up a nice rythym until i was pounding him. As i worked myself up all i could hear from him was a stream of "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" which as i sped up descended into groans. "After a while i slowed down a bit, looked him hard in the eye and said "tell me you want my cum boy, tell me you want daddy's cum in your ass". By this time he was in 7th heaven, the drugs combined with my cock had sent him into a dream world. "Please cum in me daddy, just dont stop fucking me, god your dick feels so good, i never thought it would be like this!" With that i picked up the pace a bit, then 30 seconds later i felt it, my dick started spasaming and i shot a huge load in him. "HERE'S MY DIRTY CUM BOY, TAKE MY GIFT FUCKER!" As my orgasm subsided i saw that his cock had got hard again, id been so lost in the fuck i hadn't noticed until now, and he has a small pool of precum on his stomach. Slowly i pulled out, telling him to clench his ass to stop any coming out whilst i reached over for a butt plug to put in him. He winced slightly as i force it home, but then just lay there panting. I helped him out of the sling and back into the lounge. As he sat on the sofa, i fetched him another drink, his dick was still hard but he didnt seem to have the energy to do anything with it. This was too good an opportunity to miss, taking this lads last neg load, so i discretly put a bit of lube on my ass, then started jacking him off with my lube covered hand, with his eyes closed it was the work of a moment as he came to orgasm to quickly stand up, sit on him and ride him, in a few quick strokes he came, the suprise on his face realsing he had shot on me was a picture. After we'd both cleaned up a i fetched his clothes and told him to get dressed, he looked suprised. "But i cant go back home like this, they'll know im on something!". To be continued, have one or two ideas i need to think through 1st.

Part 2 Friday finally arrived, and I had big plans for the twins! After tonight they would be my little fucksluts for the rest of the summer. I knew once I had them hooked in they wouldn't be able to refuse hard cock, mine, or anyone else's. And I had plenty of party supplies on hand to guarantee my success. They came over as planned for another "movie" night, and I was just in my underwear as usual. Instead of beer this time, I handed them glasses of soda and told them there was booze in them. Of course it was G that was in their drinks. We settled down to watch 300, which I of course picked for all the hot practically naked men. Soon the boys were getting loose and relaxed, and I noticed, erect in their shorts. Time to introduce the big guns. I brought out a glass pipe I had preloaded with a hefty load of shards. "You guys ever had T?" I asked. "No man." Brodi said, rolling his head toward me. "What's it like?" "Dude," I said, "if you thought weed was great, this shit kicks its ass!" I lit the pipe and melted the shards till it started filling up with white smoke. Holding it up to Brodi's pink lips, I told him to suck. He inhaled it deep, and coughed a bit. Then I held it up to Benji and looked deep in his eyes. "Suck boy." I told him, and he took a big hit, and coughed like his brother. I sat between them and passed it back and forth, from one pouty pink mouth to the other. Each boy had 4 big hits before it was empty, their blue eyes turning glassy and black. I had them. I let their first rush settle in a bit, while I casually rubbed their hairless thighs, eliciting light moans from them. I could feel the sexual heat building up in them as I moved closer to their cocks. Benji grabbed my hand and placed it right on his hard dick. "Patience boy," I said to him. "All in good time." I knew they thought I was going to suck them off again, but little did they know what was truely in store for them. I stood and replaced the movie with a nasty gay porn from T.I.M. Soon the tv was filled with images of hot bareback sex. I loaded a fresh pipe, and took the first hit myself. Turning to Benji, I placed my mouth on his and pinched his nipples. He gasped and instinctively inhaled as I blew in his mouth. I slipped my tongue in him, meeting no resistance. I sucked on his tongue and pinched his pink tits for a minute as he melted into me. Taking another hit, I did the same thing to Brodi, again, meeting no resistance from the supposedly straight boy. We all hit the pipe a few more times till it was gone, the boys flying high. "Do you like?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Fuck yea," said Benji, "feels amazing!" "You ain't felt nothing yet!" I said, pulling his shorts off. "You thought a blowjob was great, feel this!" I rolled the naked boy over, chest on the couch, legs hanging down, and spread his ass cheeks apart. There before me was a perfect pink virgin hole. I shuddered as I dove into it, digging my tongue deep into him, eating his pussy. He just moaned and pushed his ass back on my face, getting as much of me in him as he could. Damn he was going to make a great fuckboy! I pulled off him, and grabbed his brother, putting him in the same position, ripping off his shorts and diving into the identical match of the pussy I just ate. Brodi groaned as I gave him the same treatment, getting his hole nice and juicy. It was all I could do to pull off of him, but it was time for the next step. "Don't move boys!" I said as I got up and retrieved two needeless syringes, inserting them into the twins simultaneously, pushing the plungers, releasing a hefty dose of T into their asses. "This will burn a little, but then it will feel so good!" As they got higher, I started fingering their holes. Soon they were taking two fingers each, and begging for more. I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed the lube and chose Brodi first. Since I knew he was the more dominant of the two, I wanted him to take my cock first. I grabbed some poppers and held them under his nose. He inhaled several times, and I knew he was ready. I pushed my head into his anus, and it just popped right in. I held him down while I slid it all the way till I was buried. "Oh my God!" He yelled. "Oh fuck! Take it out please!" He begged. I just stayed buried in him. Grabbing his nipples I started to Fuck him while I pinched his titties. Soon his begging for me to pull out turned to begging for me to fuck him. I slammed his sweet hole while his brother watched him. After 10 minutes I pulled out of him and moved to Benji. I gave him poppers and slammed my cock in him hard. He howled out in agony but I didn't care. My dream had come true. I was fucking the Baxter twins! And it was everything I had hoped it would be! Benji was soon moaning and begging for more, just like his brother. I knew I had two hot sluts in the making! I pulled out, and rammed back into Brodi. He took it all, moaning like a whore. I went back and forth between the boys, stretching their cunts, pounding them deep, until I couldn't hold off anymore. "Tell me you want it boys!" I demanded. "Tell me you want me to breed your cunts!" Both boys begged me for it, each one desperate to take my load. I gave Brodi the first couple squirts, shooting deep in his guts before pulling out. Then I slammed Benji and unloaded the rest of my big cumload into him. I pulled out and looked at my work with satisfaction. I had done it. The twins were mine now. My spunk in both their holes, claiming them as my cumdumps. I grabbed my phone. Time to introduce my new sluts to my friends! Awww foxboy, you're my new best (slutty) friend!

Austin Hi, my name is Austin. I’ve just had a life changing experience I'd like to share with you. First, a little about me. I’m 19 years old, stand about five feet, five inches, and weigh 135 pounds. Although I don’t work out, I guess you would say I’m in shape as I have a trim build with a flat stomach. I’m told that I have a cute face with light brown hair and dark blue eyes. I’m currently attending a community college in my town and work at a regional chain coffee shop as much as I can to pay for things. I met my girlfriend Racheal through her twin brother Jacob who works with me at the coffee shop. Jacob is 20 years old, and stands about six feet tall and is very thin, his hair is dark brown and shaggy. He's good-looking, but not what most people would describe as handsome or cute. We are good friends despite the fact that Jacob 'found the Lord' last year and has become highly religious, sometimes to the point of irritation, but we work through it. His sister Rachael is extremely pretty and outgoing. When Jacob introduced us one day we hit it off very well. We are dating pretty seriously and have even talked about marriage one day, but the bad news from my perspective is that she has also 'found the Lord', so any pre-marital sex is not in the cards for us. So I was a virgin. Jacob and Rachael come from a very conservative and wealthy family. Their parents are very active in the community and have political influence. I found out through Jacob that they had a 'black sheep' brother about whom no one really spoke. I did learn, however, that his name was Alex and that he was 30 years old. Alex had been in and out of trouble as a juvenile and then got involved with drugs when he was 20 years old. Alex had robbed a store at gunpoint trying to get money for his drug habit. Despite his father’s best efforts, Alex was convicted and sent to prison. Making matters more complicated, Alex had contracted HIV while experimenting with drugs. Most people never expected him to survive his prison sentence. As Thanksgiving approached word came that Alex was going to be released. Alex asked his parents if he could come home and live until he could find work and an apartment. Although reluctant, his parents agreed. So Alex came home and moved in on the Monday before Thanksgiving, but he was accompanied by a surprise: he brought home a man he met in prison who had been released only days before Alex. Apparently they had become friends in prison and now were going to try and find a place to live together. Despite the surprise, the parents agreed to let him stay, provided he was out by January. Rachael had invited me to Thanksgiving dinner with her family, so that would be my first opportunity to meet her brother and his friend. When I arrived that day, Rachael, Jacob and their father Josiah were in the family room watching football on TV. A few minutes later Alex and his friend Devon entered. What I saw was stunning. Alex was about six feet two inches tall and probably weighed 230 pounds. He obviously used his time in prison to work out. His body rippled with muscles and he wore a tight white 'wife beater' tee shirt and basketball shorts which stretched to fit his body. His face reminded me of New England football quarterback Tom Brady. With his shoulder length brown hair and piercing blue eyes he was stunningly handsome. Alex’s friend was a black man named Devon. Devon towered over everyone at about six feet, seven inches, and weighed about 225 pounds. He was not as muscular as Alex but his body was perfect. His hair was closely cut and his face was model worthy. He was putting on his shirt as he walked in and his perfect eight pack abs were impressive. He too wore basketball shorts which snugly fit his body. When Rachel left the room to help prepare dinner, Alex and Devon sat on the couch on either side of me. Jacob and his father sat in the recliners watching the game. Both Alex and Devon engaged me in conversation and were very interesting. They talked about how they got to know each other in prison. Devon confessed he too was HIV positive and they met during counseling and treatment sessions they attended. They tried to engage Jacob but he was his usual quiet self. I enjoyed the conversation but I felt so small between these two men. I couldn’t help but be jealous of how beautiful they both were. When their father left the room, both men started quizzing us on our sexual activities. I confessed I was still a virgin and both guys laughed and rubbed my head and said I needed to change that. Jacob was very embarrassed to talk about the sex but he admitted he too was a virgin and he didn’t even masturbate because it “offended God”. Both guys chuckled and rolled their eyes. We all were called to the table and enjoyed a huge feast. As usual, I stuffed myself and knew that a nap when be the next thing on the agenda. Jacob and I crashed on the reclining chairs and their father fell asleep on the couch. Rachael and her mother left for a walk to the park and said they would be back in a couple of hours. Alex and Devon went to the bedroom for what I assumed was a nap. About ten minutes later, Alex came out and asked me if I would help him set something up in the bedroom. "Sure," I replied, and followed him into the room. When I walked in I was surprised to see at least three video cameras around the room along with three fairly large video monitors. From what I could see the screen showed that the cameras were pointed at various areas on the bed. When I entered, Devon, who was wearing only his shorts, closed the door and I heard him lock it behind me. I was a little confused and nervous and I asked Alex what he needed help with? “We make amateur movies for sale on line and we’d like you to be the star”, he said with a huge grin on his handsome face. At that moment Devon pressed up against me and grabbed my waist. He slowly slid his hands up my body taking my shirt with them. He tossed my shirt to the floor and I could feel his chest pressing against my naked back. I felt his hands reach around me and unfasten my belt and unbutton my jeans and they fell to my ankles. I wanted to tell them to stop but I felt powerless. Unfortunately, I guess I was unaware what was about to happen to me As Devon was slowly undressing me, Alex stood and watched. I could see on a monitor that he had trained a camera on me and I saw and felt Devon’s hands come around and begin caressing my chest, then they slid down into my underwear, slowly pulling them down. His hands touched my penis and I gasped. The contrast of his dark muscular hands against my pale white body was hypnotizing. As he pulled me closer I realized he was no longer wearing shorts. As my underwear slipped to my thighs I could feel and see his muscular legs pressed up to mine. I could feel what I only describe as a thick rubber pipe lying perfectly in the crack of my exposed ass. It wasn’t hard yet but it was starting to thicken and push against me. Now Alex slowly dropped his shorts and stood totally naked in front of me. God his body was perfect! He was well muscled and smooth except for a small line of hair running from his navel to above his penis. His thick penis hung down. He was uncircumcised. It was the first penis I had ever seen like that. He was starting to get hard and as he approached me his penis pushed up between our two bodies. I could see us in the monitor as he reached behind me and grabbed both sides of my ass and Devon pushed up more firmly behind me. I was so small between them. My head was spinning with what I was feeling. Four big hands caressed my body. Alex leaned forward and looked me in the eyes and then his lips were on mine. I resisted at first but Devon buried his mouth in my neck and sucked deeply as his hands wrapped around my slowly hardening penis. I let out a moan and opened my mouth to let Alex’s tongue in. Alex would switch from kissing me to kissing Devon and I could feel that both of their penises were now hard. I was in their spell and laid back into Devon’s arms. Both of them wrapped their arms around me and lifted me like a rag doll to the bed and laid me on my back. As Alex adjusted all of the cameras, Devon crawled up on top of me and began kissing me passionately. I involuntarily wrapped my arms around his gorgeous body and pulled him tighter against me. He slowly kissed his way down my chest, stomach and briefly took my penis into his mouth and I moaned “Oh God!” Devon grabbed both my legs and pushed them back, lifting my ass slightly off the bed. I looked over at a monitor which clearly showed my hole totally exposed. Devon leaned forward and I could see him and feel him spit into my ass. The next think I felt was one of the best feelings I’d ever had, at least until that moment. Devon’s tongue began to play with my hole. When he stuck his tongue inside it and I was in heaven, moaning loudly and leaking semen out of my penis. I had closed my eyes in total ecstasy until I felt something wet and warm brush against my face. I opened my eyes to see Alex kneeling over me and his huge penis inches from my lips. He grabbed me by the head and slowly pushed the head against my lips. As Devon worked his tongue deeper into me I opened my mouth and tasted my first penis. It was warm and salty and extremely wide and long. I suddenly was embarrassed by the size of my penis which wasn’t even half his length. He slowly and gently eased his penis deeper and deeper into the mouth and I sucked and licked as much as I could before my gag relax kicked in and he would pull back and start again. With his penis in my mouth Alex leaned forward, grabbed my legs and pulled them further back. Devon looked at Alex and said almost begging, “Can I fuck his cherry hole first, he’s got the most beautiful little ass I’ve seen and I want to breed it so bad?” Suddenly I realized he was going to have unprotected sex with me and he was HIV positive. I was frightened and started to struggle against Alex’s hold he had on my legs. “I think our little twink just realized he is going to get fucked in the ass” Alex laughed. Alex leaned forward again and his penis slid deeper into my mouth and he began to kiss Devon. “His ass is all yours, give him a nice virgin fucking and fill him good.” I tried struggling more but Alex had me tight. Alex pulled out of my mouth and inched forward straddling my chest. I looked to my left and saw the video showing my tiny hole glistening from Devon’s saliva. The head of Devon’s huge penis was inches away from it. “Please don’t!! I don’t want to be infected”, I begged. “If you don’t struggle, maybe I’ll pull out and cum on your face, instead of inside you” Devon said. I looked over at the other monitors, one showed my face, the other showed Alex from the front sitting on my chest pulling by legs back and my ass up to expose it more for Devon. Alex leaned forward and spit on Devon’s penis and then on my hole. Devon worked the saliva over his penis, which now looked well over a foot long. I watched the video totally mesmerized as Devon’s penis pushed up against the small opening in my body. His penis seemed to throb and a string of semen hung from the tip. I knew in my mind that his fluids were poisonous but I just watched and waited. The head pushed against the hole. It looked to be three or four times bigger than the opening it was trying to enter. As he Devon pushed I felt an intense burning feeling as I began to split open. The head was not being stopped and the pain was excruciating. I screamed and Alex slapped his hand over my mouth for fear of alerting Jacob and his father. I could see my hole expanding around his invading penis and I could see a trickle of blood run down my ass as I ripped open. Tears ran from my eyes as I screamed my muffled pleas to stop into Alex’s hand. As much as it hurt I couldn’t take my eyes of the monitor and watched the head slowly push onward. ”Holy fuck he’s tight”, Devon moaned. Alex slid his hands to my ass and pulled the cheeks apart. Then suddenly, with a loud popping sound, the head was totally inside of me and more blood ran down my ass on to the bed cover. I nearly passed out from the pain. Devon paused as my hole tried to adjust to the massive invader. The pain I felt at that moment was nothing compared to what happened next. Alex shifted himself so he was behind me and he held me in his muscular arms. He kissed me gently on the neck and then softly whispered in my ear. “I’m going to hold you Austin because this is really going to very painful. Devon is going to bury his whole cock in you and not stop till his balls are on your ass.” I looked at the monitor and could see about 10 inches of glistening penis ready to follow the head of into me. I begged Alex to let me go and stated to sob. “Don’t worry baby, after a few strokes your pain will turn to pleasure and you’ll beg to be fucked,” he said softly. Alex and Devon both leaned toward me and kissed me and then kissed each other. “Fuck and breed him Devon,” were the frightening words I heard next. Devon pushed gradually forward. It felt like my insides were being split in half. I screamed into the palm of Alex’s hand which covered my mouth. He pushed forward and I could feel Alex’s other hand caress my nipples and penis, trying to relax me. Suddenly, Devon stopped, “Oh fuck, this is what I’ve been looking for,” he said. He grabbed me by my hips and snapped me toward him as he lunged forward. He seemed to enter another part of my body I didn’t realize existed. I stiffened in absolute agony and screamed. My legs were straight in the air and my toes seemed to curl involuntarily. I could feel his huge scrotum resting against my ass. I looked at the monitor and realized every inch of his enormous penis was now inside of my body. My little hole was no longer little and it stretched and ripped to accept the HIV positive penis ready to fill me with poison. Devon leaned forward and kissed me and as he did his penis seemed to push even further into my small body. His body covered mine and felt so warm and powerful. The pain had slightly subsided but then He slowly began to pull his penis back out. It felt like he was pulling my insides out of my body. I softly begged him to stop and he did just before his penis head came out. Alex grabbed a video camera and moved around to get a close up shot of my filled hole. I looked at the monitor as Alex showed my stretched open ass and I could see a dark red trickle of blood running out of my ass down onto the white sheet where a large stain was developing. Devon grabbed my head and passionately kissed me working his tongue into my mouth. As he did he slammed every inch of his rock hard penis back into me. My head snapped back and I moaned loudly and cried “Oh my god!” “Oh my god” “You’re killing me!!” Devon began to get into a rhythm and as he did my pain started to subside and a new feeling began. Devon’s penis began hitting something inside of me that sent waves a pleasure through my body. The pain was being replaced by ecstasy and I started moaning. “You’re mine now baby,” Devon growled and his pounding intensified. I could hear the loud smacking sound as his penis hit deep into me and his scrotum flattened against my ass. Devon was moaning now too and my head was spinning. I looked around the room and saw different views of my virginity being taken away. Suddenly, Alex hovered over me and the camera was aimed at my face. “You are liking this, aren’t you bitch?” Alex asked from behind the camera. I could only moan and cry “God yes!!” Devon was like a wild man. He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me up and jackhammered his penis into me. Any thoughts he had of having his orgasm on my face were long forgotten by him in his passion. He pulled entirely out of me several times and like a guided missile plunged back on the target and deeper into my body. It felt like he was getting bigger and harder. I looked away from the monitors and into Devon’s face. Our bodies were covered in sweat. My penis was rock hard and I could feel my own orgasm building deep in me. Alex was masturbating his huge penis as he attempted to record us from various angles. The room was filled with our moaning, the sound of our bodies smacking together and Alex saying “This is fucking hot!! We are going to make a fortune selling this.” Devon’s eyes seemed to roll back in his head. He leaned forward and moaning and nearly screaming. Suddenly he bit down on my neck and made a high pitched wailing sound and it happened. The first pulse from his penis felt incredibly warm. He bit down on hard my neck again actually breaking the skin and drawing blood. I grabbed his beautiful ass and pulled him deeper inside of me. His muscular black body seemed to ripple with intensity and his penis continued to pump warm streams of poison semen as deep as he could go into my body. I could feel every shot coating my insides with more semen than imagine could come out of one person. My penis suddenly erupted and Alex leaned forward catching most of it in his mouth. He then leaned up and kissed me as my own semen was swirled with his tongue back into my mouth. Devon was laying on me breathing so hard and I could feel his heart pounding against my body. Slowly he began to pull out and Alex zoomed the camera in on my ass. What I saw was unbelievable. My hole appeared to be three or four times bigger than before and as he pulled out large amounts of his semen and my blood oozed out of me. I knew it was poisonous and the pummeling I had just received had created the perfect bloody environment for the infection to take hold. As he pulled out he kissed me and whispered “Clean me Austin”. I willingly licked and sucked his penis clean trying to get his semen mixed in my mouth with my semen that Alex had deposited there. Devon rolled off the bed and Alex hopped into his place. “My turn”, he said with a big smile on his face. I wasn’t sure how I could take such a pounding again. Alex’s penis wasn’t as long as Devon, but it was so much thicker and he was so muscular. I knew the sex act would be more intense. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Austin are you in there?” It was Rachael!! I froze in fear. My girlfriend was outside the door and I was feet away, naked on a bed with a man’s semen running out of me and my neck bleeding from bite marks inflicted during passionate sex. Then I heard Jacob say, “What are you guys doing?” They were both there and I couldn’t speak or move. Alex and Devon looked at each other. Instead of fear they both smiled. Alex got up and unlocked the door. I couldn’t believe it!! Devon shouted, “Come on in, we need your help with something.” I saw the handle turn and the door opened……

Ever since I was young I knew that I liked men. Hairy chests were always a turn on for me and if the man had both tats and fur I couldn’t stop staring. In fact this combination is exactly what got me into trouble. You know how it is when one tries to steal a peek at a guy at the pool or at the club lockers. Checking out the guy's package, admiring his hairy body and then fantasizing about him later. Even when on Tumbler I was always found myself dreaming I would actually meet such a guy - one who would fuck me raw, making me his, and turning me into the pig I knew I was destined to become. Hell, I had just turned 19 and had never admitted this to anyone, but man, my hormones demanded I get it on with the right man. My parents belonged to the local country club and the membership included a club gym to which I had the right to utilize, and as I wanted the type of muscular frame that my ideal man would have, I resolved to work-out on a regular basis. And so I did. Over the course of time my arms grew somewhat, but I didn't really pack-on the muscles and, of no less annoyingly, my body was still as hairless as when I was a kid. Most of the time when I was in the gym, the place was virtually empty, even more so during the fall and winter months when the desk was not occupied in the afternoon. It always struck me as odd the gym would be open if there was no staff, but I suppose management concluded the members had paid quite a fee to belong to the country club, and members should, therefore, have 24 x 7 access to the gym, regardless of whether or not the place was staffed. One evening I had gone over to work out and as usual I started on the treadmill. As I was finishing up a guy I didn't recognize came into the gym. We exchanged nods, I continued on with my routine, and he went over to the weight area and started to work out. I could tell that he put time into his body: he had a perfect V frame, his arms were perfectly proportional, and I noticed he had several tats which, of course got me looking even more closely. One tattoo was of a pin up girl with the a skull face, and barbed wire wound around his bicep. Damn. Very, very nice. I tried not to stare. I really, really did try not to. I could be wrong, but I got the impression he glanced over at me a couple of times, I'm fairly sure he never registered when I was taking in the view. Anyhow, we both continued to work out that day. He finished-up before I did, and we parted ways. I looked for him on subsequent visits to the gym, but as I didn't see him, I thought to myself 'Well, at least I'll have some good jerk-off memories', which of course I did. Like any other teenager I didn’t give it another thought. A couple months later it was December, and, because Christmas was around the corner, only the fitness center and the restaurant were open at the club, and not surprisingly, the fitness center was virtually empty - except for me. Until today, that was, when I was over by the power rack, headphones on and lifting weights oblivious to the fact that not only was someone else in the room but he was standing right next to me. In fact I jumped slightly when I noticed him. "Sorry, man, do you need someone to spot you?" the newcomer asked. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention so I didn't notice you," trying discretely to check him out. I may have hoped he didn’t notice but I think he did. "Hi, I'm Jeff," he said. "Mike," I replied, thinking to myself 'Fuck would I like him to use me and bareback, of course'. I had been on sites like Breeding Zone and TIM Fuck Roulette and knew condoms were not in my future, EVER. I wanted to be bred and used raw. I wanted a hairy man with a big cock to wreck me for good. “Do you want me to help you?” he repeated. I stammered and asked him to repeat what he had just asked. He told me that he has seen me working out in here before and thought he could help me build some muscle. We chatted for a bit more, and then he gave me an assist with my workout that was amazing. It really makes a difference to exercise with someone who knows the drill. Afterwards we cleaned-up and dressed, and to my surprise Jeff suggested we grab a bite to eat, and somehow after that we ended up back at his apartment, ostensibly so he could give me some exercises to help my muscle growth. I know. Like everyone who is reading this story, I knew Jeff was going to fuck the shit out of me, AND HE DID! I am sorry it is taking me a bit to write this tale, but my cock bleeds every time I cum. I know that this is in the fiction section but I felt this was the best place to write this. You see, Jeff has kept me as his boy since we met last December. I have not seen my parents since Christmas of last year. It is now October of the following year and in that time he has taught me so much. I have learned I am a bottom and a PIG BOTTOM at that. I love having him fuck me and blow his seed up my willing hole. Jeff also allows his friends to use me but he insists they also must use me raw. You see, Jeff has taught me that if I wanted to look like him I needed to live his life. You guessed it: Jeff is HIV poz, and in fact is technically full blown, I figured that out when I saw the tat on Jeff's lower abdomen (right above his cut, eight inch cock, I might add). You know the tat. I might add Jeff has taught me how to build my muscles using steroids. I know they are bad for me but at this point it doesn’t matter and a shrunken cock doesn’t bother me. Let me know if you want to know more of what is happening to me

Part 4: Paying for My Decisions Maybe this will be a warning for some of you. It's taken me a couple of days to put into words what happened, because it's so crazy! So, you probably guessed that Sean came over. And yeah, he found me face-down, ass-up on my bed. It was just a few seconds (or maybe microseconds?) after I heard the door creak over. I felt that dreaded by desired thick cock probe my hole. And then a quick and unexpected jab. Oh fuck! I screamed in surprise. I didn't expect it so hard and quick. Then, he just held it in place. Despite only spending a short time with him the first time, he knew what I liked. That hot wet tongue went straight to my ear. The pain of the jab was replaced with the hot slurping sounds of his tongue in my ear. And, it was almost a reflex, when I yelped, "I wanna get aids!" Sean went to work on my ass. Oh my god, what an onslaught! What the hell was I thinking? After a minute or so of relentless pounding, he told me to thank him for getting aids. Okay, I would have said anything then because the pleasure was beyond describable. But, I was kinda surprised how much more turned on I got when I answered , "Thank you for A ---" ... ah fuck, he pounded me harder, "A --" .. I couldn't quite get it all out because of the rampage his massive cock was having on my hole. I finally made it out, and sounded like I was hiccuping as I replied "Thank you for AIDS!" He paused for a moment and demanded, "Say it again!" I couldn't help but to reply "Thank you for AIDS!" I was rewarded with another furious dicking. And then he stopped again. "How much do you want it?" he asked me. I didn't hesitate and didn't want him to pause any longer "I want it so fucking bad!" I nearly cried. "How much?" Sean said again, not seeming satisfied with the answer. I didn't know what he wanted to say. He clarified, "How much cash do you have right now?" Uggh . why was he pausing? He must have know how much I needed it. "LIke forty dollars, I think." I managed to guess. "Good, you're gonna give that to me," Sean insisted as he put his cock back into me. "Yes!" was my only answer. Sean was growing quite satisfied and I was more than excited as he pumped his cock deep into me. "You're such a whore, you are paying for aids," Sean said triumphantly. "Yes!" I was trying not to squeal in pleasure, "I'm paying you for aids!" I was in disbelief at what I was saying, but strangely turned on. Sean knew I would say or do anything for his dick. I was completely under his control now and he knew it. And I didn't care. His strokes were now quicker and stronger, He felt impossibly deep inside me; and I could tell from his breathing he was close to coming. "Ready for more aids cum?" Sean asked. There was only one clear answer, " Fuck yes! I wanna get aids!" Within a few seconds, he pounded me nearly into unconsciousness. I felt the erupting. I knew I was getting more aids cum and my dick turned into a faucet as I felt him fill unload deep inside me. Whether it was because of shock or pure exhaustion, I passed out. When I finally awoke a few hours later, I looked to my nightstand and saw my wallet opened and turned upside down. I grabbed it and looked it. Shit, I really paid for it.

It's great to see extensive experience shared so generously. I look forward to further instalments. I guess you'll cover the following aspects: 1. Hole training It's important that your hole is trained to accommodate a range of fucking styles. Some tops will want your hole to be tight, while others will prefer it gaping and loose. The good news is that with practice and appropriate exercises the male hole be both.Ensure you have a range of plugs, and wear them when your hole is not in use. This has the dual effect of both tightening and loosening your hole at the same time. 2. Quality photographs It is critical that you have top quality photographs of your hole for advertising purposes. There are plenty of professional photographers or photography students who can help you with this for a modest fee or a gratis exchange. Shots must be well-lit, in high definition and show your hole from several angles and in varying states. For example pre-fuck and post fuck, long shots and close-ups. As a cum dump, obviously you'll need some cream pies. Facials are important too. Too often cum dumps forget to promote their face hole. Open mouth shots as cum receptacles are an obvious way to demonstrate oral capability. 3. Recycling There will be times when there just aren't any cocks available when you need them. In these cases consider recycling options. These can include collecting used condoms from bath houses or saunas (although condoms are becoming harder to find), or licking fresh loads that have been recently deposited on cubicle walls, urinals or mens room floors. A helpful tip is to form a good relationship with sauna attendants who can collect these for you as part of their regular clean-up (although good sauna clean-ups are becoming increasingly rare). The good things about used condoms is that the cum is conveniently packaged, and is easy to insert. Carrying them internally is great way of getting them home and into the freezer.

Part VI. I followed Johnny through a series of hallways, popping in and out of curtains, and then down a steep flight of stairs. The basement was lit only with red lamps, and was hot and sweaty. In the dim light, I followed Johnny and sounds of animalistic sex to an open room, with a crowd of guys standing shoulder to shoulder cheering someone on. I knew instantly that my boy was somehow engaged in the tangle. I pushed my way into the crowd to see Alex standing there with fistfuls of cash, and my boy, covered in seed, taking two cocks in his ass. There was a buff guy on his back, with my boy mounting him, another stud plowing him from behind. My boy was moaning, as he sucked on a gym bunny’s dick, and fisted two more. He was servicing five cocks at the same time, and the guys in his ass blew their loads simultaneously. I knew they were both seeding him. The guy in his mouth came all over my boy’s face and hair, squirting into his eyes. The guys my boy was jerking off assumed the position, and started to double-fuck him. I saw Dylan and Bobby working the crowd, getting the next round of guys ready to fuck and breed my boy. Dylan saw me, winked, and pulled me to him. He kissed me, and I savored the nutty flavor of cum in his mouth. I knew he must have just been giving head. He had to shout to be heard over the noise of the men cheering on the live sex show unfolding before us. ‘You jealous?!!?’ I nodded, shouting back, ‘Maybe a little…’ ‘Let’s show them you can be just as dirty as your boy!’ I nodded as he laid down, parallel to my boy, on the filthy cummy floor and had me mount him. I leaned forward as I took his raw cock and some stranger lined up behind me, forcing a hard unlubricated cock into me. I’d never felt so full. I grunted until Alex pushed a muscled jock into my mouth. My boy pulled off of the cock he was sucking, released one of the cocks in his hand, and ran his fingers up and down my side. He then reached for my hand and held it tightly as both of us were rewarded with two fresh loads in our asses. After that, we must have taken at least six more cocks apiece, some at the same time. It all became a blur, and I passed out while some guy was roughly breeding me and I smacked my head on the concrete floor. When I came to, the basement was empty, and bright fluorescent lights were on. I was still wearing my jockstrap, but the waist was now stuffed full of cash. I stumbled up the steps, parched and smeared with cum and blood oozing out of my ass. The bar was closed, and all of the patrons had gone home. I walked across the stage to the spot where Johnny had started the evening off fucking me and my boy. There was Johnny, in the same sagging chair, with my boy, sweaty, between his bare legs. My boy was covered in cum, matted in his hair, and all over his body. He was nursing on Johnny’s limp sticky cock. He smiled saying, ‘Glad you’re up… I worried that they might have done you in…’ He chuckled and gestured to a brown envelope on a table. I opened it, finding a stack of cash, assorted bills, but mostly $20s, $50s, and $100s. ‘You guys sure cleaned up being so dirty… Congrats, you filthy whores. You shouldn’t have a problem with the rent this month…’ Rather than be excited, my boy was in a daze and just kept nursing Johnny’s cock. Johnny smoothed his cummy hair and continued, ‘Hope you had a good time. Was loosing your NEG cherries worth it?’ My boy just moaned. ‘Don’t expect to make that much ever again though. You’re both used goods now. My customers never pay full price for a hole they’ve already POZZED. Once you’ve converted, you’ll make less and less every time you perform. Then, you’ll be stuck servicing the guys in the parking lot.’ My dazed boy just kept moaning. Bobby and Dylan walked through the door, freshly showered, rested, and dressed in new clothes. Johnny handed Bobby an envelope, mumbling something about ‘NEG cherry finder’s fee’ as Dylan helped my boy to his feet. Bobby and Dylan helped us to their car, and poured us into the backseat. I guess they knew were to too fucked-out to play on the ride home. They took us to their place, bathed us in their hot tub, and gave us clean clothes. After everything we had been through, their tenderness was shocking. Dylan and Bobby made sure we were both okay, and then drove us back to our apartment. We went to bed and slept all day, wrapped around each other but saying little. That night, we had money to pay off our rent, and buy groceries, with plenty left over. Dylan and Bobby came over for dinner. We ate a nice meal like nothing had happened, making small talk. Dylan told us that he and Bobby had talked it over; they had a spare room and wanted to invite us to move in with them. We’d all save money, and could keep fucking each other just like we always had, now that were more than likely going to convert. Bobby continued, ‘In a week or so, if you haven’t already converted from taking our loads over the past few months, you guys are both gonna get pretty sick… We’d love to help you through that.’ My boy threw his arms around Bobby and gave him a sloppy wet kiss. Dylan embraced me, and of course, we all swapped loads to celebrate, right there on the kitchen table. We packed our things over the next few days, got out of our lease, sold our furniture, and were fully moved in with Dylan and Bobby before coming down with the fuck flu.

Part V. It was our first night as go-go boys, but we’d both been doing more fucking than we’d been dancing, well, being bred more than anything. My boy had taken five loads from Dylan, Bobby, and Alex, all of whom were POZ. And I’d taken five from Dylan, Bobby, Alex, and Johnny. We hadn’t asked about Johnny’s cum, since it seemed a moot point now. Johnny handed my boy his leather jockstrap, and me my gold shorts, and smacked us on our rumps. ‘Go get those dollars boy. The only smell I like more than cum is desperation!’ We hopped into our underwear, and went out to work the room. Dylan came up to me, and started introducing me to some of his clients. I lost track of my boy for a bit, but then saw Bobby working the room with him. There must have been over two hundred guys there, and many of them had money in their hands. They stroked my ass as they stuck bills into my waistband, some even playing with my hole. I was shivering a bit from nervousness, and from the chill in the room. Most of these guys were fully clothed, but I was barefoot and nearly naked. Each time a strange man’s hand cupped my ass cheeks or stroked my chest, I shook all over. That clearly turned some of these guys on. I felt so vulnerable, but so sexy. As Dylan kept introducing ‘his new boy’ around to guys, Johnny would talk to whomever we’d just been speaking to. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alex doing the same behind Bobby and my boy. I saw Johnny with a stack of bills in his grubby hands and realized that he was negotiating prices for the rest of our night. I shuddered at how seedy and dangerous this situation had become. This was clearly not standing on a table flirting with guys, with was raw fucking in public with really risky guys. Maybe I was paranoid, but it seemed like the younger hotter guys were interested in handing money to Alex to be with my boy, and the older heavier guys wanted time with me. After twenty minutes or so, Dylan and Bobby took the stage, now in matching silver sequined g-strings, alongside two guys in their late 20s, who seemed to be a little worse for wear. Johnny told me that they had started three years ago, and seemed to be lasting longer than most of his dancers. I couldn’t see my boy or Alex anywhere. Johnny ushered me backstage and shoved me into a private booth. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘I’ve got some customers who have paid good money for a few minutes alone with you. I’ll be right outside if there’s trouble. You just give them what they want, and we won’t have any problems.’ He turned around and pulled a curtain closed. He hadn’t told me how much money I’d be making, or how many guys there were, or what kind of tricks I’d be turning. I didn’t have to wait long before I found out. The first guy, a heavyset trucker, came in with a can of beer in his hand. He guzzled it down, and then unzipped his fly. I knelt before him and he whipped out his dick, soft, and wrinkled. I opened my mouth for him and he shoved his cock in. I started to work my lips up and down the shaft and he grunted, ‘No. I ain’t here to cum…’ I then felt a torrent of acrid piss flowing into my mouth. I knew I would need to swallow or it would spill everywhere. He kept pissing and I kept gulping. He pulled out, shook it a few times, zipped up, and walked out. What the fuck had just happened? I heard Johnny say, ‘NEXT!’ and seconds later, the curtain parted and two business guys came in, both in their 60s, both with round bellies falling over their slacks. They took off each other’s suit jackets and folded them gingerly over the back of the booth. One untied his tie and put it over the other guy’s eyes like a blindfold, and used the other tie to bind his friend’s hands together. ‘Breed him,’ the other guy said to me. I nodded, and jerked my cock to get it hard. No condoms in sight, and I was about to raw fuck this business guy. The guy pulled his friend’s slacks down and then his boxers, spreading his cheeks wide, then spitting into his hole. ‘Fuck him!’ I nodded and slid right in with some difficulty. This guy was pretty dry, surely no lube or seed in his hole. ‘He’s really dry.’ I said. ‘Then lube him up.’ I knelt down to eat this business guy’s ass, and the other dude shook his head no, pointing to my ass. I let him scoop some of the seed leaking out of my hole, and work it into the guy’s butthole. That juice and jizz mixture was enough to slide in easily. I eased my cock into the man and he pushed back on it to meet my thrusts. The other guy kept his clothes on, but I could see his cock was hard, and a wet spot of precum was forming on his slacks. I buried myself in the guy’s ass and let my load go. The guy underneath me kept saying, ‘Oh fuck. Oh fuck…’ over and over again as he pulled up his trousers and rushed out of the booth. The other guy smiled at me as he pulled on his jacket, saying, ‘Thanks for breeding my partner, man.’ He shoved a fifty-dollar bill into my hand and left. I shoved it under the booth cushion as Johnny said, ‘NEXT!’ again. Two guys walked in, maybe in their 40s, and they seemed more nervous than me. The both pulled down their pants and sat down. ‘We want lap dances, and we might want to fuck you a little too…,’ one of the men said. They both looked like college athletes who were still sexy but a little softer than they used to be. They were both hard, so I eased down on the one closest to me, sliding my cummy ass all over his crotch, and then moved onto the next guy. The other guy had been wanking while I teased his friend, and he held his cock straight up. I knew he wanted to get the tip into me. My hole was still pretty stretched-out so it caught his glans easily and I squirmed around on it. I lowered myself down a few inches as the guy started thrusting his hips up and down. I raised up and lowered myself onto his buddy, and the other guy was so turned on that, after a few thrusts, I found myself taking another load from a stranger. ‘Fuck!,” his friend shouted, ‘So hot seeing you take his POZ load!’ I just grinned, not knowing what else to do. I pulled off and lowered onto the other cock that I was there to service. The guy pumped me a few times before breeding me as he shouted, ‘Take that dirty cum!’ I sat on his cock until it softened and plopped out of me. The two guys left, and Johnny popped his head in. He tossed a jockstrap at me, smiled, and told me to follow him. I hopped into the jock, tucking the money under the cushion into the elastic, feeling several fresh loads ooze out of my ass and down my thighs. Conclusion to follow with Part VI... P.S. If you like, please comment. Your comments make me hard and pre-cummy...

Part 1 It was going to be a great day! I had just turned 18 two days ago, I was graduating from high school in the afternoon and I was going to a huge party that night with my girlfriend Emily, my best friend Paul, and his girlfriend Linda. First let me tell you about myself. My name is Caleb. I’m the youngest of four boys in a very religious and close family. I was home schooled until high school and then went to a high school operated by our church. I guess you could call me the nerdy type. I am 5’11’’, I weigh about 160 pounds, . My hair was blond and shaggy. I loved to swim so I guess I had what you would call a ”swimmers build”. My girlfriend Emily said most girls thought I was cute, in a “nerdy” way. Emily was my age and we had been seeing each other all through high school. Emily was very pretty. We both were religious and never took our relationship beyond the handholding and occasional kiss phase. We both believed that any sexual contact should remain off limits until we married. We were very naïve about the real world. Paul was my best friend. We had known each other since we were little kids and were inseparable. If I was a nerd, Paul was a “super nerd”. He is about 5’6’’ and weighs 130 pounds. He has a pale complexion with shaggy red hair. Paul even wears the typical thick rimmed glasses. Paul could easily be mistaken for being 13 or 14 years old. Paul’s girlfriend Linda is very shy. I don’t think they had even held hands let alone kiss. They both are even more naive than Emily and me, if that is possible. I have always considered myself total straight and never even thought about "fooling around" with a guy. It was against what I believed and besides I was saving myself for Emily. Tonight was going to change our lives in so many ways and I we were completely unaware. All four of us were graduating together, so after our graduation ceremony, Emily and I met up with Paul and Linda and we attended receptions put on by our parents and by 9:00 pm it was time to head to the party. We were all nervous but excited about the party. Many kids from our class were attending and we knew there would probably be alcohol and maybe more available there. Paul and I had only snuck a few beers in our life and both of the girls had never tried alcohol. Linda said she would go but would not drink but the rest of us had decided to have fun and celebrate our “big accomplishment”. The party was taking place at a remote farm about ten miles from town. When we arrived there were dozens of kids already partying, many from our school and many I didn’t recognize. The farmhouse was huge and there was a very large swimming pool and hot tub in the backyard along with many picnic tables. There was a huge bonfire in a fire pit. Everybody had contributed money to attend so there was beer, liquor, soft drinks and food. All four of us had packed bathing suits and we noticed nearly everyone there was already in their suits and enjoying the pool and hot tub on a very warm night. We went inside to change and were directed to two bedrooms in the back. The house was beautiful and I was surprised anyone would let such a party take place in it. When we got outside after changing I asked around about who owned the home. I was told it was two former graduates from another local school who were great football players and had even played in the NFL before getting hurt. They were now successful businessmen and agreed each year to allow the party on their property. Their only stipulation was that no one leave drunk and that they be allowed to join the party later in the evening. A friend of Emily’s led us back into the house and showed us a picture of the two owners. They were both stunningly handsome shirtless black men appearing to be in their early-forties. They were both about 250 pounds of solid rippling muscle. They looked like Greek gods. I heard Emily gasp when she saw the picture. “They are beautiful”, she whispered. I thought it odd that these two men would own the house together, but I didn’t pursue the matter further. We went outside and found the beer and alcohol and the three of us grabbed a beer and headed to the pool. The beer was flowing fast and furious and Paul and I matched each other drink for drink. We were definitely feeling the effects About an hour had passed when we heard the owners had arrived along with a nephew of one of the guys. A few minutes later they appeared: all three were shirtless and wore basketball shorts. Their photographs didn't do them justice. My school didn’t have any African American students, so we had little exposure to black men. They were the most beautiful men I had ever seen. Jordan was the biggest and appeared to be in his early forties. His muscles seemed to pop from his body. Emily commented that his thighs were bigger than my waist. He had closely cut hair and an incredibly handsome face. He had only one tattoo I could see. It was an odd design around his navel. James appeared to be about the same age but wasn’t as big but he had a perfectly defined chest with an eight pack of abs and the same odd tattoo. He had his hair in dreadlocks. Aaron, who turned out to be Jordan’s nephew was about in his early 20’s, swimmers build like me and the face of a model. He too had the same tattoo. We were introduced to them and they seemed very interested in us. Jordan put his arm around me and James put his arm around Paul and asked if we were having fun. We looked so small next to them but they really seemed to like us and we talked for a while. Aaron meanwhile seemed to really be interested in Emily which was making me jealous but I knew she was not going to screw up our relationship. Linda just stood and watched as we all talked. After a few minutes, Jordan suggested we all go to the hot tub. We all grabbed beer and headed over. The hot tub was huge. It could easily handle 20 people and there were about 10 people in there. We climbed in and Jordan made sure to sit next to me and James next to Paul. Aaron got there a few minutes later and maneuvered himself in next Emily. Linda said she didn’t feel good and said she was going to lie down in the car. After a few minutes somebody brought out a bong, a device of which I had heard, but never actually before seen. Everybody in the tub started passing it around and taking “hits” off it. When it came to me, Jordan showed me and Paul and Emily how to do it. I took two hits and suddenly I was feeling pretty relaxed. The marijuana and the beer were really making me feel good. I leaned back and suddenly felt Jordan put his hand on my leg. I couldn’t see it because of the foam in the tub but it felt massive and he slowly began rubbing my upper thigh. I looked over at Paul and could tell by the look on his face that James was doing the same to him. Jordan then reached under the water and grabbed my hand and placed it on his massive thigh. You could feel the muscles under his smooth skin and I began to rub him. I saw Jordan look at James and wink. get his backpack from the house. Aaron asked Emily to go so they could bring back more beer and she agreed. As soon as they left, Jordan yelled “It’s time to party!” He shifted in the water and then next thing I knew he was holding his shorts in his hand and tossing them out on the grass. James removed his shorts immediately as did several other guys and girls in the pool. James turned to Paul and me and said “What about you two?” Neither of us made a move so they took action. They reached down and grabbed us by our waist and lifted us with one hand while stripping our suit with the others. The next thing I knew I was back in the tub totally naked with Jordan’s massive arm around me. I looked over at Paul who looked totally in shock and appeared to be sitting on James’s lap. Aaron showed up at that moment, but Emily had remained back at the house to use the bathroom. Jordan reached in to the pack and pulled out two bottles and tossed one to James. They took the covers off and put it up to our nose and said breath it in. I did twice and felt like I was flying. I felt Jordan put his hand on my stomach and slowly rub me. He moved his hand down to my penis and took it in his hand. I realized then that I was getting hard. He pressed his face against my neck and began nipping it with his teeth. I moaned slightly and when I did he turned my face to his and I kissed a man for the first time in my young life. His tongue played with my tongue and without thinking I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. I heard a moan from behind and saw Paul lying with his head on James’s shoulder. It was obvious that Paul was being touched under the water and was enjoying it. Suddenly I felt something brush my leg. I reached and felt his penis for the first time. It was massive. I couldn’t imagine a man having a penis that large. Jordan smiled and stood up. I was face to face with penis at least 10 inches long but its width was stunning. There was a large metal ring piercing the tip of it. I didn’t think such a thing was possible. I heard several people in the tub as well as some people who were now watching the four of us, gasp when they saw it. “Taste it!” he told me. I obeyed and opened my mouth. It was so big I could barely get it in but Jordan slowly helped me taste my first penis. “Your turn baby” I heard James say and I turned around to see Paul licking the tip of James’s penis. James was not as massive as Jordan but was longer. He had to be at least 13 to 14 inches long. Paul was mesmerized by it all. They both grabbed the poppers bottles again and took a hit of their own. Then they shoved the bottle under our nose and we both inhaled. I knew then that I was really starting to enjoy this and wasn’t going to try and stop whatever was happening. Suddenly we were both picked up by our two Greek gods and carried to a picnic table. I felt so small in his huge arms as he carried me. His body felt warm against mine and I reached and rubbed his muscled chest. He pulled me tight against him and began to kiss me again. I opened my mouth to let his tongue in. Aaron, who was also now naked, was there at the table spreading a blanket on it. We were both placed gently on table next to each other.

The ad said 'Willing Bottom Required for long group session, apply now'...just reading the ad got my hole twitching, I answered straight away, and was immediately replied to with a question, 'Do you take chems..well, that sent me really squirming. If they were after a chemmed bottom, great...if not I could do that to. I replied, saying I love to party but am happy with whatever you choose. They replied with 'A double slam should start the party well'...holy fuck this sounded hot. They sent details, I quickly washed out, showered and headed over. They were about 30 minute drive away, and I got there just on dusk. As I went to knock the door opened, and there stood a guy in his 20's, naked, smooth with a rock hard cock about nine inches long, and smooth low hanging balls. He ushered me in and told me to strip, which I did and released my now hard 8" cut cock, 6" thick around the hard shaft...I followed him into a dimly lit room and as my eyes adjusted my ass twitched and I leaked some precum. There were 6 other guys in there, all naked sitting on couches, stroking their hard coks..one of them said 'Yay, the holes have arrived...' I got told to ly back in the sling, and immediately two guys got up and tied my wrists back, then tied my legs high and spread. The guy who opened the door said 'Right, everyone has to taste his hole before we wreck it good'...and there were several 'oh yeah's ' ....One by one they took turns burying their faces in my ass, tongues probing my hole...pushing right in and twirling around inside...they were all between 20 and 40, and in good shape...and not one of them was under 8" hard.The last guy had his tongue pushed deep in my hole, and the guy who opened the door for me earlier said to one of the others that it was time. Him and another guy each came up to an arm and placed a band around each arm, and swabbed clean. Two full syringes were produced, and both at the same time they got a vein, pulled back and got a beautiful red register. The leading guy said, 'You ready for a wild ride, holes being used and abused, and you kept high?' I said 'fuck yeah, bring it on' Straight away he nodded at the other guy and they pressed the plungers in and double slammed me, and with a quick movement both released the bands from my upper arms. Instantly I got a wave of chemical taste and started coughing hard. While I was coughing a guy was pushing his big thick 9" cock into my hole, and all I could focus on was the immense pleasure I was feeling, rushing and being fucked. Almost straight away my limp cock started pouring out a steady stream of cum, and one of the guys quickly had it in his mouth, taking it all. I started to really moan, Yeah, fuck my hole, use it, fill me with cum..to cheers from all the guys. The sling had a special feature where the part you rested your head on could be lowered right back, which was done and I had a cock pushed in my face, which I greedily took down my throat. After a few minutes the guy fucking my throat lifted my head, and put a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to sniff hard and deep, then again on the other nostril and hold it till he said to let go. I did as he said, and felt myself getting even sluttier, and moaning to stretch my hole, fuck me deep. They all took turns fairly quickly, about 5 minutes each in my hole then my mouth. Then I was untied and helped off the sling. One of the guys lay on his back, and they told me to face him, and get down on all fours and take his cok up. I did that, then felt another guy coming in from behind to join the cock already in me,. I was given another big hit of poppers, and then took both cocks in my hole, moaning loudly and then another guy slid his cock down my throat, fuck he was huge, and he kept pushing it down and I gagged a little, getting more cries of 'oh yeah'. they were then all told to hold still, and I felt the familiar band going on my arm, a cold wipe, short sharp sting, then the band removed and wham! Another big hit...as I was slamming, the three guys started fucking me really hard, And I'm moaning and yelling yeah fuck me, own my hole! After a bit they swapped places with the other 3 who had also just slammed. After about another 1/2 hour of fucking, they helped me up and laid me back on a fuck table. They then lined up a fuck machine with my hole, and the guy asked me how big i wanted.. I said big and long, and he said are you sure pig? I said fuck yeah, and he produced a huge dildo to go on the machine, about 11 inches long and at least as thick as a coke can, with a bigger mushroom head on it. I was laying on my back, legs tied up and back to a beam. I wasn't so sure now but it was too late, it was screwed to the machine. He told me to push my ass back on to it and saw my indecision. He held a bottle of poppers under my nose and said, here you will need these, four big hits, and hold each one. I did as I was told, and my head was swimming and he turned the machine on slowly. It pushed hard and popped through my first sphincter and I yelped, but fuck it felt so fucking great...he kept the machine steady and told me to push back on it, and I could feel the pressure against my second sphincter, and I slowly pushed through it and was in total fucking ecstasy! He turned it on again real slow, and it pushed in further. It was touching my third sphincter and had bottom out because of where I was lying. He said that would be a good start, and then started the machine. I felt it slowly slide out of my 2nd, then pop out my 1st, then straight back in. I was moaning saying fuck yeah fuck yeah, fuck me, please fuck me, and he turned it up faster, and each stroke it popped out of my hole entirely then thrust back in, sending waves of pleasure right through my body. He said must be time for a top up slam, then some hard fucking, sucking and ass eating pig. I said yes please, and he said this one is gonna be a .35 on top of what you have had... I just moaned. He put the band on me, wiped, then stopped the fuck machine with it at its deepest. He then slammed me, removed the band, and as it hit I felt the machine start again, and as I rushed it was turned up really fast, wrecking my hole and I was moaning load, next thing there was a guy sucking my limp cock while another straddled me and sat his hole on my tongue. As the machine pounded my hole I ate the guys out, one after another, then sucked each one of them, also one after another. the guy was controlling the speed of the fuck machine the whole time, full speed, then slower, then really slow, full speed again. Now it was his turn to have his cock sucked, and as he pushed his cock all the way down my throat, he turned the machine up.. the faster he turned it up the deeper and faster I sucked him. He said time for my load pig, and he turned the machine to full speed and as my hole was being pounded, I sucked his cock with the same vengeance, and I felt him thicken, harden then blow load after load of hot cum down my throat, as he slowly turned the speed of the machine down. He stopped it when it was completely out, and said fuck what a hot hole...you sure you don't want bigger now? I was flying, and feeling so good I said fuck yeah! He said ok boys, time to double fuck this pig with the machine. Untie his legs and we'll get him up on all fours backing on to it. I was soon in the new position, moaning and greedy for what was coming, my hole had been loosened considerable each time the mushroom head of that huge toy came out it was making my rosebud form. The guy said Ok guys, as you fuck him, you control the speed of the machine, and also there needs to be a hard cock in this pig's throat the whole time..whoever is in his throat can feed the piggy poppers, lets get him really flying. I felt lube being squeezed into my hole, and then the machine was probing its way back into my guts. A guy had his cock in my throat, and held poppers under my nose, said sniff up pig...I took ahuge hit, then another, and as it kicked in I felt the machine start back up into me, hard and fast, then it slowed and as it started going back in I felt huge pressure as the first guy started pushing his thick hard cock in with the machine, stretching me wide open ... To be continued

In the summer of 2010 I flew to Spain for a week in the sun. After a couple of days of debauchery in Barcelona, my boyfriend and I took a train to the seaside town of Sitges, which several of my friends had recommended to us. So I found myself on a train filled with many hot, sexy men. I'm 35, 5' 11", with short, buzzed, brown hair, a youthful face some facial hair that I've allowed to grow into a closely trimmed goatee. I have blue eyes and a solid build. I'm not particularly hairy, but my chest and stomach are covered with fur, which I keep it trimmed and neat, not shaved. My cock is cut, above average in size, and seems to be always hard. I would describe myself mostly as a vers bottom. I only bareback with my boyfriend, but will sometimes blow other guys outside of our relationship and even then I insist the guys wear a condom. My boyfriend of three years and I had the talk; the talk that gave each of us approval to play outside the relationship without any guilt. We also talked about how if we fucked or got fucked by anyone, we would always wear a condom. The afternoon we arrived at Sitges, I stopped at a sex shop and picked up some single-use lubes, a couple of condoms, and a bottle of poppers. That evening, around 12:00 AM, my boyfriend and I went to XXL. While it wasn't all that busy, the music was amazing, so we danced for a while and the place gradually filled up. There were muscle bears, bears, otters, twinks, the 'guy next door' type, in short, there were men of all shapes, ages, and sizes. After about an hour on the dance floor, my boyfriend disappeared, seemingly for ages. I figured he must be upstairs in the dark room. I've been to the odd dark room in my time, but mostly it's always been a lot of groping and a few blow jobs that haven't turned into anyone cumming, at least in me. Anyhow, I decided to see if I could find him, so off to the dark room I went. The narrow dark room was pitch black, and, as it turned-out, so packed with men that I found it difficult to navigate. While I could see some shadows, that was about it, so hands proved to be the only way of exploring. Not surprisingly most of the guys were wearing t-shirts, and I took the time to explore some well-developed, hairy chests. I also encountered several cocks, so while most of the guys seemed to be fully clothed, a fair number of the guys were nearly naked. One of the nice experiences was that I could pretty much feel anywhere and no-one pushed my hand away, whether I was exploring some guy's chest, his neck, the small of his back, or slide my hand into the waistband of a guy's pants. Many a guy would even wiggle a little so I could reach further in his underwear and feel his ass and crack. I was feeling a little drunk and guys were grabbing my ass. I walked along and this one particular guy grabbed the back of my belt and pulled me backwards towards himself. I let him pull me to him until I was standing directly in front of him, my ass pushed up against his crotch. His hands started roaming my chest, under my t-shirt, rubbing my nipples and rubbing my entire front and cock through my jeans. I was hard and he could feel it. He began to lick my neck, and almost involuntarily I reached behind my ass, the palms of my hands rubbing the front of his shorts. To my pleasure I found the top button of his shorts was already undone and the zipper was half down. He massaged my shoulders a little and whispered something Spanish in my ear. He was rock hard. I was able to lower the zipper a little lower and I reached into the front of his shorts. This seemed to be a invitation for him to reach down, unfasten my belt and fly and lower my jeans. I leaned forward away from him a little and he slowly pulled my jeans down and then my underwear, only pausing for a moment to grab my hard cock that sprang forward when he yanked down my pants. Other guys were still passing in front of me in this dark room that was more of corridor than a room, but other than the odd grab-and-rub of my cock, all the action was coming from the guy behind me. And let me say, he knew exactly what he was doing. I reached inside his underwear and felt a large, fat, uncut, dripping cock. Fuck, was he horny. I moved my hands so that my palms were facing and rubbing his furry belly. With one hand firmly and slowly jerking my cock, he pulled his shorts and underwear down, and they fell to his feet, so I kept exploring his body. With his free hand he began rubbing the crack of my ass, his firm fingers going right for my hole. They were rough and he was intent on trying to push a finger inside me. My pants were only partially lowered, certainly not quite at my feet, but I still had to lean forward to grab the small tube of silicone lube I had in my pocket. Retrieving it, I handed it to him. He flipped open the bottle and I thought he was going to rub some on his finger to lube my ass, but instead, he pushed me forward a little and he began lubing his cock. Obviously he thought I was giving him the green light to fuck me, but I wasn't. I didn't want him to fuck me without a condom. Not here, and not with a guy I didn't know or couldn't even see, but I was a little drunk and it was all happening pretty quickly and before I realized it, he was pulling me back towards him and his cock was lodged between my cheeks. His cock was really solid and his hands on my waist were strong and pulling me back on his cock, the head of his cock was pushing right for my hole now and I knew he was going to push it in. Raw. I thought for a second he was going to miss my hole but he didn't. I didn't want him to miss so I leaned just a little forward and then I felt him enter me. Slowly and firmly, my ass was stretching as he kept a firm hold on my hips. It felt fucking amazing. My mind was racing. I thought I either pull away now completely, or enjoy our session. I decided on the latter. I reached into my other pocket and fished out my poppers, but found I had to lean forward to reach down enough into my pockets because my jeans were now halfway down my legs. When I made this move, he pushed right in. All the way in. I could feel his pubic hair on my ass. His cock was inside me and he was holding me there, still for a couple of seconds, but not for long. His hands were on my waist and his cock was completely inside my ass. I opened the poppers and took a hit - a deep hit. He took the bottle from me, and I heard him take four deep hits, then he handed the bottle back to me, so I took another hit. Although I was now flying,and everything was a little out of focus, I could still feel the thump of the music and I could feel bodies pushing past us in the dark room. I was sweating and flying. He held onto my waist and pulled me on and off his cock, steadily, not fast, but with the serious intention to fuck me deeply. He straighten me upright with a few gestures, and then he began licking and sucking my neck, whispering in my ear, licking my ear. I tried to turn my neck and head so he cold kiss my lips. He took the hint and we kissed a little. I could feel stubble on his face. He was sweating, breathing heavily, and his tongue pushed into the corner of my mouth. As the position was very difficult on both of us, we stopped kissing and he placed his hands on my hips. I took the hint and began to rock forward and backward, slowly. I wanted him to enjoy my ass, so in my mind I was imagining that I was jerking him off with my ass, clenching and unclenching my ass muscles so he would not be able to stop fucking me before pulling out. He started a regular steady rhythm of fucking. I opened the bottle of poppers and took another hit, and he followed suit, taking several strong hits. The entire time I moved forward and backward on his cock. He was fucking me more deeply and I was completely enjoying the sensation of his cock inside my ass. As his fucking intensified, my mind was flying. All I could think about was what we looked like. What he looked like and what is cock looked liked pounding in and out of my ass. His fucking was taking on an animal like quality. I could hear him grunting. I reached down and grabbed my cock and started to jerk. He was pounding my ass so fiercely I thought I might bounce right off of it but he kept amazing control. I could hear the music of the club and I was loving every minute of the experience: the beat the music and the hot raw cock in my ass. I reached between my legs and I could feel his cock fucking my ass. I felt it with my fingers as it was pounding in and out of my ass. This must have driven him a little crazy because his fucking began to get harder and I could hear him grunting and his body started to spasm a little. He was cumming in me. I could feel him cumming inside me. He slowed down a little and then his cock popped out. Cum immediately ran down my leg. He turned me around and pulled me towards him, kissing me passionately. For the first time our cocks rubbed together. His was gradually going soft, even if it was sticky with his cum, but my cock was hard and pressed up against his. His hands grabbed my ass and he pulled me very tightly towards him. That was enough for me, and I came, shooting between our bodies and stomachs. He knelt down and licked my cum, taking my cock inside his mouth for a couple of seconds, sucking out the last couple of drops of cum from out of my cock. Then he stood up, pulled up his pants and said 'ciao' and disappeared. He was done, I was done, so I pulled up my pants and went off in the opposite direction, wondering if my boyfriend was also getting into some trouble. Anyone have any stories from some fun they've had in Sitges?

"Okay guys, we all know why you're here. You've either had the fantasy of being a cum-dump or done it before and want to do it again. Either way, that's what we're going to do here tonight." He was a good looking younger guy, about six foot, maybe 185 pounds with dark brown hair. The term "cum-dump" made my insides tingle from the way he said it. "We're going to do this in a different sort of way than you might have thought or, maybe, wanted, but I'm about to tell you how we're going to do this tonight. We're going to play a game somewhat based on 'Musical Chairs'." He was addressing six other guys and me. "I hope you all understood when you came to this little party that what's about to happen is you bottoms are all going to be anonymously fucked and, probably bred by a number of horny tops. You're all going to be blindfolded, led into the other room where you'll be secured to well padded fucking benches. You'll have use of your hands for poppers or anything else you need, you'll only have straps around your waist, thighs and ankles." I was getting aroused by his narration and trying to picture the situation all the while trying to suppress my physical reaction. I was also wondering if I was actually nuts for getting myself into this situation. I had actually shown up, knowing that, if what I had been told by my fuck-buddy was true, I was going to be fucked raw by more than one guy tonight. I had a hard time controlling my breathing and suppressing my erection urge. I was still somewhat a novice at bottoming but had thrown myself into the role after that first time. There had been several guys that had topped me but always safe. Most of them had insisted and I hadn't objected because I hadn't known what I was missing. Then Paul happened to me. He was my first and, up until tonight, my only bare fuck. He had cajoled me into letting him enter me without a condom by insisting that he just wanted to feel my ass bare and would pull out in a couple minutes. I'm sure he went beyond that "couple minutes" before I felt him thrusting faster and deeper. I started to say something to him about the condom but found myself enjoying his bare cock fully stroking in and out so much that I failed to get anything out of my mouth. Shortly thereafter I heard him growling softly, grabbing my hips and I got my first load of cum inside me instead of my mouth. He got up, grabbed his jeans and started for the door. I heard myself ask if he had to go. He hesitated a moment. I got my second breeding about thirty minutes later. Paul became a regular fuck buddy and, for some reason, the only one I would let bareback me. Soon, my interest in other guys slowed because sex with a condom simply didn't interest or excite me as much as feeling his bare cock and knowing that he was about to shoot his cum inside me. Paul was somewhat multi-orgasmic. He always left me well-fucked and with at least two loads in my ass, a few times, three. During the down time between we would talk, generally about sex and, eventually, fantasies. He had eventually gotten me to admit that I would like to be bare fucked by someone else and that I had been reading about anonymous sex, "pump and dump" as it was called. He enjoyed my light duty fantasies but seemed to keep circling back to getting me to flesh out my fantasies about being fucked raw by guys I didn't know and taking their cum. That's what led me to being in this room with six other guys and Paul's friend who seemed to be the guy in charge of this situation. "I'm going to explain what's about to happen tonight so everyone knows what they're getting into besides the fact you're going to be fucked bare and, likely leave here with cum in your respective asses." When I had been led into the room I had wondered who the bottoms were and who were the tops. Shortly I realized us seven were the bottoms. "We've got ten horny tops tonight for this party. I know two of them personally, met three of them at a few of these parties. The other five I don't know at all other than they were referred by trusted friends. You won't know their names and, since you'll all be blindfolded during the breeding, you won't even see them." He continued, "Now for how we're going to do it. To make things interesting, this isn't going to be a simple fuck and breed situation. We've got ten tops and we're going to make this interesting for you and them both. Once you're all situated on the benches, the tops are going to come in and work out who starts with which one of you about to be cum-dumps. Once his cock is inside you, I'm going to start music playing. While the music plays, your top is going to fuck you. At various intervals, I'm going to stop the music. At that point he's going to pull out and each top is going to move to the next hole and enter, waiting for the music to restart. That way each of you gets fucked by each of the tops. Once the music restarts he'll start fucking you. If he cums, he's to stay inside you until the music stops. Once he cums, one of the other tops will join the fucking circle." "Now," he stopped and looked each of us in the eyes directly and seriously, "here's the one thing you all need to understand before we start. Once we start the party and the 'Musical Ass' party, we're going to be here until the last top finishes. You are here to serve as cum receptacles and will be used as long as one of them is hard and wanting to breed you. I know for a fact that three of the tops I'm familiar with is able to supply five loads in under an hour. Once the fucking starts, you have NO say in it. Your ass is there for the use of any and all of these tops. If they cum, it's in you. Understand that, accept it, or leave now." He looked dead serious. I took a deep breath and thought about it. For some reason, the idea of being fucked by somebody I didn't know, might never see again and knew absolutely nothing about simply excited me to no end. I had to do this without knowing why. Two of the guys suddenly shook their heads and told him that they didn't want any of this and wanted to go. Surprisingly, he didn't take offense or get angry. He simply told them fine and if they ever changed their minds, let him know. He turned back to the remain four and me saying, "Well, that increases all your odds of leaving with cum in your ass and the amount. Okay, I can't really promise that you'll all be bred, but I can promise that you'll all be fucked and fucked a lot." We glanced at each other some smiling and sharing a feeling of bottom camaraderie. "Okay cum-dumps, strip down, if you're wearing jocks you can keep them on if you like but you need to be naked otherwise except for the blindfolds which are on that table over there. Get ready and I'll be back shortly to take you each to your fuck bench and secure you down. Lube up, popper up, just be ready in about five minutes or so." I was terrified once I was strapped in place, unable to see and knowing my bare ass was fully exposed and available for whoever or whatever was about to happen. Then I heard the door open and his voice. "Gentlemen, and by that I mean you Tops, here are five cum-dumps for your use and this evening's entertainment. They know that you're going to fuck each and every one of them and some of them will be rewarded with your cum if they please you. You do know the rules and know that once the music stops you pull out of that cum-dump's hole and move to the next one, enter him and wait for the music to start fucking. If you cum during the music, you push all the way in and wait for the music to stop. Raise your hand so I'll know You can take a seat, rest and enjoy the show, knowing that these cum-dumps are being used as they should and see if you're ready to rejoin the breeding circle." I was glad I had lubed up liberally to the point of it nearly running down my legs. The top that chose me was larger than Paul and it was uncomfortable but tolerable as he entered me. I was happy when I felt his pelvis meet my ass. I wasn't sure I would have been able to accept anymore cock. Then the music started. He pulled slowly out and thrust his entire length back into me with very little pain. Shortly I was enjoying his steady rhythm and took a shot of poppers. My eyes were closed and I was thinking just how different it felt from Paul fucking me. Different but I was enjoying him immensely when the music stopped. I took a deep breath as he pulled out. I had been enjoying it and, for some reason, had forgotten the rules of 'the game' and had expected to be fucked and filled with cum. I felt a pair of fingers probing my ass, then a surprisingly large cock head against my anus. It was momentarily uncomfortable until it popped through then I realized that it was the head of his cock that was large, not the whole thing. Once inside he was pleasing me with a few cheat strokes before the music restarted. "Tops Ready?" came the question just before the music restarted. This guy was completely different in his fucking style. He would stroke fast, then suddenly slow then deep and shallow. His changing his rhythm kept my attention since I couldn't simply drop into a mindless trance and simply enjoy what was being done to my ass. It was a bit disturbing but I took another shot of my poppers and tried to anticipate what he was going to do next and work my hole on his cock. I heard his breathing getting deeper and a light growl out of him just as the music stopped. The head of his cock didn't hurt as much pulling out as it had going in. Damn, still no cum. Another cock slid slowly into my ass. This one wasn't unusual in any fashion. He was smaller than Paul and a bit shorter. I attempted to tease him by squeezing him with my anal muscles. He responded by slapping my ass. The music restarted after the 'tops ready' question. This guy stroked slow and methodically, steady as a metronome. His fucking let me relax into the mindlessness I like when being fucked. I started to take another shot of the poppers but decided to pace myself since his cock fit me perfectly. He surprised me by interrupting his perfect rhythm then plunging into me and holding his pelvis against my ass. I thought I felt something warm inside me and was wondering if he had just cum. Just then the music stopped. "We have our first breeding of the night." I heard our host announce. Was it me? Was it someone else. I heard the guy still in me whisper, "I hope you got what you wanted." It was me! The rest of the evening was mind-boggling and, somewhat, a blur. Without vision and very little speech, it was hard to keep track of time or events. I know I felt cock after cock entering my ass, fucking me, which was far easier after that first load of cum I received. My hole relaxed to the intrusions except for one top who was significantly larger than the rest. I was uncomfortable every time I ended up his bottom which ended up being several times as the night progressed. I know for a fact I got two loads from that fat cock since I heard him grunt, then tell me to, "Take every drop Boy!" as he plunged his monster into my increasingly sore hole. I was tired and nearly about to be sleep fucked when the host announced that the 'game' was over and asked the tops if they were sure. I had noted that I wasn't getting ploughed as often or as long but was so tired I almost missed the obvious. The poppers hadn't helped keep me that sharp. I was tired, sore and, sweaty. My thighs were sticky. I was just ready to go home. The host released each of us in turn and led us each, one at a time, to a shower and told us to wait in the next room. There were cold drinks and I grabbed two beers then called Paul to come pick me up as I sat in the waiting area where we had been told what to expect for the evening. I was tired, elated, and still wondering if I was out of my mind for what I had just done. I had just very recklessly allowed myself to be totally used by men I didn't know and might never see again and had loved every minute of it. Our host came into the room and called to us all, thanking us all for staying for a moment while the tops were all leaving. He conversed with us all, asking us how we were feeling, had we enjoyed ourselves, was it what we had felt it would be, would we like to do it again? Those sort of questions. It seemed that we all pretty much agreed with one hold out, that we'd all love to be invited back for the next party. He smiled and seemed very pleased then a pained look came over his face. "I do have something I need to tell you all that I didn't know about beforehand because we don't normally ask about status but I was told by one of the tops just before he left that he was just notified earlier this week that he was HIV positive with a high viral count. The problem is that I don't know which of you he bred or how many. He told me that he only managed to cum once tonight but, since he failed to tell us his status, he might be lying about how many of you he bred."

I met Dave at the bars. We hit it off immediately and spent the night talking, until the bar finally shut down. We left and decided to go to a new bathhouse that had just opened down the street. We got checked in and got a shared room. We stripped off, making out briefly, and then went out to explore. We got in the hot tub for a bit and chatted with some guys. Had a nice chat but decided to get out and roam a bit more. The club was nice but plain so we headed back to the room where we made out, I sucked his nine inch cock and he sucked my six and a half incher. He was a total twink but turned out to be a top. I totally had him pegged as a bottom. He proceeded to fuck me bare in a couple different positions and ended up shooting his load deep in my ass. We met up again another night and ended up going to another bathhouse and he fucked me in the hallway. The club was pretty empty and no one really bothered us much. He cock felt great in my ass, I've always felt more comfortable taking larger cocks than smaller ones. He always gave a good fucking and ended up shooting another load up me. The next time we met he came over to my apartment just before I had to go to work. We were standing in my living room and made out for a little bit. He turned me around and put his hand down my pants, grabbing my hardening cock. He jerked me for a little bit then undid my trousers and pushed them and my underwear to the floor. He pushed his down freeing his massive nine incher and started sliding it up and down my crack while kissing my neck. He spit on his hand and slicked up his hard cock and put it back against my crack. He slid down and came back up and hit my hole. He pressed slowly against me and popped in me bareback. He fucked me for a couple minutes while I jerked my cock. He thrust in deep and shot a load in my ass while I shot a load across the carpet in front of me. I didn't see him for a couple years until I ran into him again at the bar. He came up to me and told me he was HIV poz. I asked him if he would still fuck me if he wore a condom. He said sure, but we didn't really have a place to go. He grabbed a condom and took me to an apartment building he used to live in. There was a door to one of the stairwells that didn't close all the way so we pulled it open and went to the top where there was a landing and a ladder to the roof. We could look over the wall and see down the stairwell. It was about three am, and Dave stripped down naked. I was a bit nervous about it because while it was unlikely anyone would come up to where we were at, it was still a possibility. I still got naked and he sucked me and rimmed me. He stood me up naked against the low wall looking down the stairs so I could see anyone that came out of the door on the floor below. He rolled the condom on and proceeded to slide all nine inches of his tool into my ass. He fucked me from behind while standing up for about ten minutes, then he dropped me to the ground on my back, putting my legs up on his shoulders and slammed his cock in and out of my hole. He kept at it, kissing me and sliding his rubber-covered cock in and out for another fifteen minutes before he flipped me over on my hands and knees to fuck me doggy style. Before he entered me again I heard a pop that I didn't really pay much attention to. I was pretty drunk and when I reached back to guide his dick into my ass I still felt the condom. He fucked me for a little while more and then I decided to turn around and lay on my back again. As I was guiding his cock back into me I realized only the base of the condom was intact. He had been fucking me bare for the last few minutes! The moment I had that realization I almost had a spontaneous orgasm. He slid half covered dick back into me and I started to jerk my cock. It only took me about thirty seconds to shoot a load all over my chest. I told him to pull out after I came because his cock was starting to hurt my ass. He pulled out, took the broken condom off and jacked his load onto my chest as well. He never said anything about the broken condom. I realized he broke open the condom while he was repositioning me. I guess he was used to fucking me bare. I was so turned on when I noticed the broken condom, I wouldn't have cared if he seeded me with his poz load. I saw him again a few years later on the local light rail. He was checking me out, but I couldn't tell if he recognized me but he was definitely cruising me. I had to get to a class, but I should have gone after him for one more fuck and one more load in my ass.

I've been mentoring a young man who, at 18, has decided to strive to be a cumdumpster, and I've decided to share the text of a recent email I sent him because I thought others might find my advice useful as well. Your comments are welcome. My email to the boy: Well, that's good. But remember, to be a true cumdump requires work. I have a lot of guys who fuck me regularly; many are married men. Married guys are the most dependable about showing up for sex. Here's why. Married men and guys with girlfriends often don't have a lot of flexibility with their availability. But, if you really make extra effort to accommodate their schedule and make it as easy as possible for them, they will almost always show up for sex. A lot of my married regulars allow time in the morning, before they get to their job, to stop at my place to start their day off with fucking. Of course, this often means that these end up being quick pump-and-dump sessions. But that is cool with me. There's been more than a few mornings when I've gotten fucked and bred by a six or more guys in the early morning within 1-1/2 to 2 hours. So, keep this in mind: if you work with their schedule to be available when it suits them, are able to host them, and are consistent, they will quickly become regulars. They'll learn fast that you are a throat and ass that they can fuck frequently if you make it as easy as possible for them and to accommodate their routine, not yours. I've given up sleep to make sure my throat and ass are available for married guys when it best suits their schedule. As I said earlier, since they typically don't have a lot of flexibility with the days/time they have to fuck you, by going out of your way to make your holes available on THEIR schedule, they are guaranteed, reliable fuckers who will show up every time to use your holes. This is not theory. This is my personal experience and I've been making myself available for married men for many years. For example, if you have a married guy whose schedule allows him to stop every week only on, say Monday and Tuesday mornings because his driving route to work on those days means he'll be traveling close to where you live, he will absolutely make sure he stops to fuck you both those mornings if you make sure you are ALWAYS available on those mornings. Since those are the only mornings of his weekly schedule when he can fuck you, he will show up, guaranteed. In fact, he will look forward to those mornings and your ass will soon be on his calendar to fuck every Monday and Tuesday morning, week after week. So, a good rule to follow is always try to accommodate a guy's availability to fuck you. The more you make your schedule secondary to his, whether he's straight, bi, married, curious, whatever, the more likely his cock and loads will end up inside you. Make it as easy and as uncomplicated as possible for them and I'm telling you, they will fuck you every week, one or more times every week. If you truly want to be a cumdump, you MUST make the necessary effort required to establish a stable of regulars. Remember, these men are guaranteed breeders. Then, you can supplement your weekly breedings by having a group of fuckbuds that you build up over time who are as interested as you are in getting laid regularly. Additionally, if you're able to find and attend fuck parties in your area regularly/monthly, this is another resource for making sure you get fucked as often as possible by as many different men as possible. Finally, keep in mind that, as a cumdumpster, to many men, you are nothing more than a couple of holes to fuck and unload in. So, accept that and you'll excel at being a cum depository. In my case, even working a full-time job, I still manage to get fucked at least a dozen times every week. At this point, because of the effort I've put in over the long haul, getting fucked by at least a dozen different men every week is quite normal for me. But I've put in the time and effort and consistent focus on what I must do to get the amount of sex I want. Hope you find some of this advice helpful. Always be receptive to learning from what other guys' experience has taught them. One more thing that a lot of Bottoms never consider is this: Don't be a selfish, overly-competitive Bottom. Quite the opposite. Make the effort to network with other local Bottoms in your area. "Why?," you ask. Because you can help each other out and actually be references for each other. For example, there will be times when you just aren't available to get fucked when a potential breeder wants to fuck you. But, if you can recommend one of your Bottom buds for him because your friend is available on a day or time when you aren't, and your Bottom friends reciprocate by also recommending your ass when they aren't available to get fucked, you'll get cock that otherwise may not have bred you. Network with local Bottoms in your area to work as a team so that very few cocks get away from you and your Bottom friends. Throw cock their way that you're unavailable to service and they'll do the same for you. This way, you both win and get cock and loads that otherwise would've gotten away. Sorry for writing a novel-length message, but I always like to share my experience and wisdom with young guys who say they wanna be a cumdumpster. Achieving this takes work, but it's worth it. At least it has been worth it for me. But remember, once becoming a cumdumpster, you still must do the necessary work to maintain your cumdumpster status. So, your efforts never really end if you want to continue being a couple of holes that many men fuck and unload in regularly. I've included a couple pix of the young, wanna-be cumdumpster. Thanxxx for reading!

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.

5: THE DECISION I stood up, I walked over to my Uncle Clark and I sat down. He stared at me with a big grin on his face. Clark: "I was hoping that would be your answer." Joey: "I'm still real unsure of all of this." Clark: "I know it's probably weird for you, but I don't think you're so unsure of it." He made a motion towards my pants, which had a slight bulge growing inside of them. I laughed awkwardly. Joey: "So what do we do?" Clark: "You start by leaning over and kissing me." So I did. I leaned over and I started kissing my Uncle. Light pecks at first, but it soon turned into some slight making out. He put a hand around my waist and whispered to me. Clark -whispering-: "Why don't you kneel in front of me?" Joey: "Al-alright." I stood up and I knelt down in front of him. I looked up towards him and he was just looming over me, the bulge in his shorts getting increasingly bigger. Clark: "Go for it whenever you're ready." He leaned back, rubbed his crotch and then waited for me to do something. I stared at it for a small second and then I started rubbing it for him over his shorts. He was groaning and I started to unzip his pants. I kinda moved slow as payback for me being in the predicament in the first place, but I wanted to do it this time. I rubbed it a bit more and then I pulled down his briefs, revealing his 8 incher. I grasped it with my hand and looked at it for a second. Clark: "I want you to want it this time." I did and so I just sank down on it. When I got down to the base I just held it there for a second and closed my eyes, captivated by the feeling of his warm cock down my throat. Then I started to move up and down with both my hand and my mouth. Every so often he would put his hand on the back of my head and say something encouraging, like Clark: "Good boy." or "Just like that." It felt like some good minutes passed when he took my head in his hand and told me we were switching positions. He moved me so that my back was leaning against the couch and he stood over me. He aimed his dick at my mouth, grabbed my head and pushed it in to the base. Clark: "Oh god Joey, your mouth is so damn good." I was hesitant for a second, but I smiled, looked at him and took the opportunity to say, Joey: "Whose mouth?" He just smiled back and shoved it back into me. Clark: "I'll show you whose mouth this belongs to. I'll be claiming it tonight as mine." His dick was back in my mouth and this time he didn't allow it to leave for awhile. He just kept bobbing it in and out of my mouth. Clark: "Yeah, just like my good little bitch. Ready to switch again?" Without waiting for my answer, he moved me. He laid on his back and put me on top of him, in the 69 position. Clark: "Keep working my shaft boy." I listened to him, expecting him to do the same thing to me. Instead he moved my legs down to his shoulders in a squatting position and started rimming my hole again. I loved the way this felt and so I just held his cock in my mouth without moving, letting him lick and spit in my hole. Clark: "Taking a break?" Joey -moaning-: "No, just enjoying it." He smacked my ass and gave it a little squeeze. Clark: "Hell yeah you are faggot. Quit with the fucking break and keep sucking that dick. Oh god your hole is still the most pure one I've seen." He dug his face back into it while I stroked his cock with my mouth. A little bit more of this and he moved our position again back to the first one. Except this time I was leaning over him from the side so he could finger my ass while I sucked him off. Clark: "Good boy, yeah arch your back just like that so I can get in there." Joey: "Like this Uncle Clark?" Clark: "Yeah boy, just like that." He squeezed and smacked my ass some more. He started to shift a bit, and moan even more. With his left hand fingering my once virgin hole. He started using his right hand to bob my head up and down. At first it was slow, but he started to pick up the pace. Clark: "Oh yeah faggot, I'm close to claiming that second hole of yours." Holding me firmly in place with his left fingers, he left it up to me to suck his cock clean. I didn't relent and kept sucking on it. Slowly, then fast, then slowly again until he told me he was ready. Clark: "Fu-fuuuck! Here it comes, keep your head on that cock boy. Take it all!" He squirted string after string of cum into my mouth with his fingers still in my ass. I was moaning with ecstasy with his dick still in my mouth. Clark: "Fuck! Keep it there boy. Lick it clean!" As I've been doing, I listened. Clark: "Swallow it." He saw me take a gulp. He let me come off his cock. Clark: "My hole now son." He smiled and I smiled back. Joey: "Was that it for tonight?" Clark -laughing-: "I've known you were a cock fag since you were 14. Glad you've finally broken out of your shell. Hell no it's not it for tonight." He pointed to his dick, which was still rock hard. Clark: "Got any ideas?" __________________________________________________________________ Note from Mister23: Hope you enjoy! Still not done with it, but I have a party to get to soon.

CHPT 14 - BBC Roulette: The Texas State Fair would start in three days so I only had two days to get my routine as a drug mule down. Pa and Brett had forgotten to give me my shots the day before and while I felt like I slept hard, I woke up remembering bits and pieces of my dreams. Names. Faces. Places. They were like pieces to a puzzle scattered on the floor, no two exactly fit together, but I knew they should. Pa had been drunk and high as shit when he got to the RV the night before so we did not do our usual ‘good night’ fuck. However, when the alarm went off at 5:00 a.m., his dick was wide awake too and before I could even roll out of bed Pa was on my back, digging around in my ass, saying, “Oh sissy. I could stay inside you all God damn day. I just love how that sweet hole of yours just tightens right back up no matter how much its been used.” Pa blew his cum up my ass, padded out to the little kitchen, put on the coffee maker, lit a smoke, and was sitting at the table scratching his sweaty, dirty balls when I came out to get some breakfast. It was slim pickings so I nibbled on a Pop Tart and watched Pa, wondering why I didn’t feel something more for him. Brett had stayed in bed and I was quiet and made sure not to wake him as I went back, grabbed some clothes, my fair ID that had the name “Thomas Michaels” under my picture, tucked it inside my t-shirt, opened the cabinet where I had put the Polar Pop cup from Carter, and then having no luck finding something to snort in the drawers by the bed, went back out to ask Pa for some. Pa smiled, “Damn. I love it when you’re fucked up. You’re such a sissy slut – you know that? You still got my load up there? Let me taste.” I sighed, I had just gotten dressed, but pulled my shorts down and leaned over and cleared a few lines over as Pa knelt behind me and started slurping at my hole, getting his morning protein. It was almost 5:30 a.m. and Teddy would be arriving any minute, so when there was a soft knock at the door I thought it was him. I opened the door and was surprised to see one of the carneys who was a regular. He smiled, stepped up into the RV and said to Pa, “Saw your light was on. Figured I could use a little ass before I get to fixing the fuses on the Texas Star. That big ass Ferris wheel is just a big old pain in my neck that’s what it is. Maybe if you get free later you can swing by and give me a hand? I could use the extra help.” Pa and the carney were discussing what the problem might be when RAP RAP RAP, someone else banged on the RV door. I opened the door and there was Teddy, dressed as always in his cap, basketball shorts, no shirt on, which this morning was slung over his left shoulder, and a partially filled black trash bag in one hand. Pa went to the door, “Hey, can we get like 5 minutes? Just need to wrap up things here and he’ll be right out. Want a beer or something? I promise, 5 minutes tops.” Teddy just shrugged and stepped away from the door as it closed. Pa turned to the carney, “Can you do it quick? He’s got to go, and I mean quick.” The carney shook his head, I dropped my shorts, and literally 30 seconds later he was cumming in my ass. He put his dick back in pants and left and as I pulled myself together Pa pulled out his leather case, held up the bottle full of dark yellow liquid, filled the syringe, then looked at me. I held out my arm, Pa found my vein, emptied the syringe, then gave my arm a quick pat and said, “OK, you’re good to go. You know what to do?” I shook my head yes, grabbed my Polar Pop cup, and left the RV to find Teddy sitting in one of the chairs looking at his watch. “Damn little man,” he said in a whisper in my ear, “Did that ass hoover that fucking dick or what? I can tell by the look on your face he just fucked you. Jesus H. Christ.” Teddy then forced his right hand down the back of my shorts and wiggled two fingers into my wet hole and he sighed and we walked like that to the next row of vehicles when he ordered, “Feel my dick.” I reached over, ran my hand up and down the bulge poking the front of his shorts and gave Teddy a little evil smile. Teddy snarled, pushed me several feet forward to a line of shadows cast by one of the trailers, yanked his fingers out of my hole, pulled my shorts down, pushed me against the trailer and held my shoulders as he forced his dick up my sissy cunt. I dropped my Polar Pop cup, turned my head and laid my face against the warm metal of the trailer as Teddy grunted and thrust his dick inside me with no lube except the cum that was already up there and the precum dripping out of his piss hole. Teddy was thrusting harder and faster when I noticed someone walk by the end of the trailer, pause, look our way and watch for a minute enjoying the view as Teddy fucked me like a common street whore. Teddy’s fingers gripped my shoulders tight as he let out one final moan and bred me, his body shook, little tremors of joy and release, before he eased out of my hole. I turned around, knelt on the parking lot, sucked him clean, stood up, hiked up my shorts and smiled. “Feel better?” I asked. Teddy just shook his head and chuckled. I picked up my cup, we made our way to the gate, said good morning to the guards, and headed up the street to Carter’s house. As we walked, Teddy kept quizzing me, making sure I paid attention to certain houses, street names, and the men on the corners, all markers for my route each morning and back. Teddy then told me, “Don’t worry about the cars that slow roll by when you’re walking, they’re looking to score and Carter’s guys all know to keep an eye on you. You’ll be good, but if for some reason you don’t feel something’s right, get to the corner and they will protect you.” “Protect me?” I exclaimed, “From what? Will people shoot at me and shit? What are you talking about? The cops? I don’t want to get arrested!” Teddy shook his head, “Too late to be thinking about all that little man, you’re in this now. You’ll be fine, and the cops won’t bother you. The ones who cruise through here leave the business alone unless folks get stupid and start shooting each other, which does not happen any more. Carter keeps things calm in his area and the cops like that, so they give him room.” While I was not nervous before, I was now, and Teddy stopped at the next corner so I could step close to one of the buildings and snort some more from my baggy. AAHH, much better. Loved that burn! There were five guys at this corner and one of them whistled as we got ready to leave and hollered after, “Yo. We’ll see you in a bit on your way back little pig and these big bad wolves got a little somethin somethin for you.” They all laughed, whooped, and the sound of shattering glass against a wall as one of them busted a bottle announced our progress through the hood. In the next block, with the freeway looming nearby, Teddy pointed to an off-green house and said, “Tomorrow, you do the pick up there. Day after, back to the first place. Every other day you switch, got it?” I nodded, we kept walking and soon were back at the house from yesterday. The same two guys let us in, Teddy dropped his trash bag onto the ever growing pile of shit he had stolen, then he led me past the outer two rooms towards the back, knocked twice on a door, and we entered a den of deviance. Carter was sitting with his legs spread wide, his dick wet and slick as he jacked it, watching some naked chick dance around in front of him. He turned and looked at me and opened his mouth, letting the smoke roll out of his lungs like a fog bank. The smoke was in slow motion, and left his open mouth in little swirls and wisps that hung suspended in the air. Even from where I stood I could see his eyes were totally blood shot, but he was still sexy as fuck as he let go of his dick, clicked a remote, the music died, and I laughed as the naked girl just kept dancing. “Bitch – hey bitch! Show time’s over. Get your shit and get out.” She shook her head in a daze and one of the guys from out front stepped in, grabbed her by the arm, left the room and shut the door behind him. I then took a minute to look around. The room was painted the same cobalt blue as his car, there was a gigantic flat screen TV, a stereo system that seemed to take up an entire wall, another wall was covered by an aquarium that had no fish in it that I could see and the only furniture in the room was the chair Carter was sitting in, along with a table beside it that had some bottles on it, an ashtray, a few papers, and a couple remotes. Carter stood up, his dick stiff and throbbing like a volcano ready to erupt. He nodded at Teddy, then at me, and said, “So, our white pussy drug mule decided to give it a go. How’d you like old Jenkins?” Jenkins? I was not sure what he was talking about when Teddy looked at me and said, “Jenkins – he’s the head super at Cotton Bowl Stadium, or maintenance tech, or whatever the fuck they call him. Christ he’s just a janitor with extra keys, the guy in the room, only Carter and I know about that little part. He gives us places to keep our stash, bypass security on game days, sets up our guys as temp hires to allow full access to sell what we need and we can move more shit in one game than most crews do on the street all fucking year.” I nodded, reached back and rubbed at my hole, “He’s a big boy that’s for sure.” Carter and Teddy laughed, Carter sat back down in his chair, hit his smoke, while Teddy stepped out of the room and came back with another chair. I looked around for a place to sit and was going to sit on the floor when Teddy said, “No. Assume the position.” What? Teddy pointed at the chair as Carter reached down onto the floor beside his chair and came back up dangling handcuffs. Oh hell. Teddy set the chair in front of Carter, I quickly dug out my baggy and snorted as much as I could. My head spun, the world leveled, I stripped, walked over, bent forward and Teddy cuffed me as before. I was facing Carter this time who was leaned back in his chair, smoking a new joint that smelled really strong and different. Teddy got behind me, pulled his shorts down, fingered my hole, then eased his dick in. I arched my back and closed my eyes relishing how good his raw dick felt when Carter said, “That pussy wet? Must be the way he just eased up in there. Tell me how that pussy got wet, who nutted up in there, how’d they fuck you?” Teddy was thrusting strong and steady as I told Carter about Pa fucking me first thing, then licking out his load and that made Carter stroke his dick faster. I then told him about the carney and he asked, “Was it a black dick? I know you like that black dick.” I told him no, then started to say, “And then out in the parking lot Ted…” SLAP – Teddy cuffed me upside the head, I craned my neck and looked at him and got the message. He did not want Carter to know he had already fucked me. So I changed the story up, “And then out in the parking lot Teddy saw this trucker guy he knew who was eager to fuck me right there, right against a truck trailer where anyone could walk by and see.” Carter had set his smoke down, had his balls held in a vise grip with his left hand and was stroking hard with his right, “Oh shit yeah, that’s freaky shit. Did he fuck you hard? Fuck you raw? Made that pussy wet?” Then I told him about his gangbangers who called me a little pig and said they were wolves and had a surprise for me when I came back through. Carter was staring intently at Teddy as he said, “Dam right slut. A BBC knows how to treat a white pussy.” His stroking slowed, his dick shivered as Carter released his grip, “Whew, was getting fucking close there.” Carter then adjusted himself in his seat, grabbed his smoke, and watched as Teddy continued to fuck me. I couldn’t help but lick my lips and stare hungrily at Carter’s dick, hoping I would get it soon. Carter then said, “Plan to have that pussy open every morning when you come through. If I’m around, I’ll use it right and I like a wet sloppy hole. Can’t stand a tight cunt.” I was then trying to figure out in my head how I was going to do that when Teddy gripped my hips, grunted, and the head of his dick drove into my guts and spilled another load. He let out a big “PHEW!” as he exited my ass, pulled up his shorts, and left the room. Carter stood up, grabbed the remote, music started playing in the background. He grabbed another and the big TV behind us came on. Carter pulled my baggy out for me, held up the straw to my nose so I could snort a couple times, wiped my nose for me, then he stood in front of the chair and started shifting it sideways. I sidestepped with it until I was no longer facing his chair, but was parallel to the TV and could see it was not a movie playing, but me! I looked around to Carter who was smiling, looking at himself as he stepped into the screen shot, wagging his monster BBC back and forth like a conductor setting the beat for his orchestra. Carter ran his right hand over his chest, tweaked a nipple, licked his lips, and seemed entranced with his own image on the TV. He then paid attention to me, running his hands up and down my back, my ass, my legs, like he owned me – just another shiny new possession in his collection. “Turn your ass a little, look at that white hole, glistening from that black cum. This is the before shot, when I am done we’ll do the after – show that hole gaping just how I like.” Carter then lined me back up with the chair, positioned himself behind, checked the view on the TV screen, and when he was satisfied, smiled, then broke into my hole. His thick BBC busted me open as Carter drove his hips forward, smacking my ass, pulling back, and slamming back in. I whimpered and moaned, cried out and pushed my ass back. “That’s it. Push that pussy back, push it back, let me gape that shit open, bruise those lips up, turn that pink hole black and blue on the outside and black on the inside!” Carter exclaimed. “I’VE BEEN FUCKING EDGING FOR HOURS, JUST ANTICIPATING CLIMBING BACK UP IN THOSE GUTZ, STRETCHING THAT STOMACH, FILLING YOU UP WITH MY NUTT – YOU WANT THAT? YOU WANT MY NUTT?” I begged and pleaded, “Give me that black nutt, fuck me with that BBC, make my pussy GAPE!” I turned my head and watched the TV as Carter angled my ass towards the screen again, then set one foot up on the chair, lifting his leg so he could angle his dick deep, hard, and to the right. I was begging louder now, “MAKE MY ASS GAPE FOR THAT BBC. MAKE IT A CUNT FOR YOU. FUCK MY WHITE PUSSY. PLEASE!!! FUCK IT HARDER. DON’T STOP!!! FUCK IT HARDER!!” Carter dropped his leg, shifted me back even with the TV, yanked his dick out and stroked it once sending a huge volley of cum over my back and right into my hair just above my left ear. Before any more could come out, he slammed back inside me balls deep and finished releasing his load. As his orgasm subsided, Carter took his time, worked his dick around my hole, then slowly pulled out. I tried to turn around so I could lick his dick clean, but the cuffs and the chair stopped me short. Carter just laughed, stroked both hands up and down his slimy shaft and then wiped the mess on my back. “My wolves will pick up that scent sure as shit,” he chuckled, “Now for that money shot.” Carter turned me around so my hole was facing the TV. He leaned down, spread my cheeks wide with both hands, looked at the TV and announced, “That’s a fucked pussy. See how it’s puffy now? Swollen? And you can tell it’s been cooked through and through when you poke the middle it with your fingers and – AAAHHHHH - YEESSS – look at that juice run out!” I wanted more dick and was fidgeting and bouncing in my need. Carter lit a joint, exhaled, came over and unlocked the cuffs, then rubbed my head and said, “I like that you’re a hungry slut. What’s the most dick you ever taken in day? Not sure? Hmmm…. I know several guys like Jenkins all way bigger than me and ain’t ashamed to admit it. My shit’s tight, but like I said, I like a sloppy pussy and those mother fuckas would loosen you up fine! Do a good job and maybe I’ll set that that shit up and play some serious BBC roulette. Now, get dressed. We got a schedule to get back on. Anyways, when you do the walk of shame back, my nutt rolling out those cheeks, my thug homeboys will be hopping on that and will be doing a little roulette of their own on your mule ass. It always comes up black, always black. Just don’t forget what the shit’s about – getting my package to the stadium by 8:00 a.m.” Carter then walked to the back of the room, opened a door to what appeared to be a small closet with a couple shirts hanging in it, did something with his hands and gripped the paneling on the back wall, which slid to the side exposing a huge fucking safe like you see in old western movies with bank robbers. Carter turned some dials, spun the handle, the safe door slid open and my mouth gaped just like my well fucked ass as I saw stacks of cash and even bigger stacks of white powder, and bags of other shit – drugs I assumed. As Carter stuffed a few bags into a backpack I said, “Umm...I…we never discussed what I would get paid for doing this.” I didn’t think he heard me so I took a step closer and repeated myself. Carter paused, zipped up the backpack, and said, “Paid? Damn bitch you got paid in the best BBC and nutt in the county – what else you want? Or think you got a right to ask for?” I was a bit startled by his tone, but I guess the drugs made me mouthy and said, “I have the right to ask to get paid for the work. I’m taking the risk and while – yeah – its fucking great dick, I’m tired of eating Pop Tarts for breakfast and peanut butter for dinner.” Carter chuckled, “So you trying to hustle me now? I can’t believe this, being hustled by a white pussy. DAMN! So what’s your risk worth? Come on, tell me. If you are going to play the game you got to learn how it works. You’re young, I can teach you, but let me see what you got.” I thought a second, and threw out the first number that came to mind, “$1,000 should do it. Like Teddy told me, you make more in one day at the game than most folks in a year on the streets so based on that, the stack of cash you have piled up there and all the drugs I can see – and am sure you got more I can’t – I think that’s fair.” Carter eyed me up and down and I could not tell from his expression if he was pissed or what, but he turned, reached into the safe, grabbed a small stack of bills with a brown band around them, slammed his safe shut, closed up his closet and walked over to me. “Well? Looks like we have a deal,” Carter said. “You were right on all counts. Not bad. But you better think twice before renegotiating our deal as this job comes with some fucking FINE benefits.” I looked at the stack of $50’s in my hand. Nodded. Muttered a weak, “Thank you,” as my heart fluttered, then said, “I do want to learn from you.” I got dressed, Carter sat back in his chair, lit a smoke, grabbed the remote, and as our fuck fest spun backwards on the TV I left with the backpack full of drugs slung over my shoulder and my stack of money stuffed inside my plastic Polar Pop cup figuring no one would find it there. Teddy was sitting on the front porch, waiting, and I asked, “Ready?” He shook his head, “No little man. You’re on your own now. If things go sideways I can’t be around what you carrying – no one can – but you’ll be alright. I’ll meet you at the stadium by 8:00 a.m.” With that, he got up, went over to a car that was parked on the street, hopped in, motioned for the driver to go, and they drove away. OK, I guess it was time to earn my money as a drug mule. Fucking backpack weighed more than I expected and I suddenly felt sympathy for mules everywhere. The next two blocks I kept my head down, my Polar Pop cup in one hand and used my other to fidget with my backpack. I finally got my stride, nodded to Carter’s men on the first few blocks and was suddenly scared as shit. At the next block I stepped close to the building and one of the guys stood in front of me so I could snort some more Tina and no one would see. Fucking better! I then turned to keep walking and he blocked my way, nodded to the side, so I followed around the corner of the house, set the backpack down, and as one of the other guys stood guard, got raw fucked on someone’s back lawn. The sun was up now and anyone looking out their window beside us or in the house behind us would have seen my bright white ass being dicked down, but after what Teddy told me I guessed folks knew to mind their own business and so I focused on my business – working my sissy hole on that BBC. Another load later I continued on, passed under the freeway, the roar of commuter traffic echoing off the concrete and then passed the house where I was to do tomorrow’s pick up. I looked up and three of Carter’s guys were waiting for me on the next block – the wolves – and fuck Red Riding Hood, bitch did not know what she was missing. I was the pig and happy for it. I paused to let a car pass me, crossed the street, stepped up on the curb and got grabbed by one of the gangbangers. “Easy fuck man, I’m coming, I’m coming,” I said. For some reason that pissed me off a bit and I felt ready to say something smart, but I held my tongue as three of them opened a dirty glass door on the front of the building and led me inside, while the other two stood outside and continued business as usual and watched our backs. I scanned the dim interior and it looked like it was a convenience store at one time, as I could see shelves, and coolers towards the back where they would keep soda and drinks. One of the wolves pulled my backpack off, I stepped away, carefully set my Polar Pop cup by the window, and said, “Hey fellas, what’s up? How’s it hanging?” I laughed – they didn’t. OK, I guess white sissy humor did not translate. So, I reached into my shorts, pulled out my baggy, “Do you mind?” I asked. They just mumbled so I snorted long and deep and maybe a bit too much as I felt really light headed. No, it was the Pop Tarts. I needed a better breakfast. I stepped out of my shorts, looked at the three mandingo gangbangers and was like damn, for thugs they sure seem like timid pussies. “What the fuck did you say?” one of them spat at me. Shit, did I say that out loud? I was more fucked up than I thought. I apologized, “That Tina man, shit will make you say crazy stuff, you know?” Again, they didn’t. Damn. “So what do I call you? Mr. Goodbar, Hersheys and Twixx? Or Thee Musketeer’s?” Hell I was on a roll and funny as shit, well I thought so anyways, again – nothing from the gangbangers. Tough crowd. So while I was standing there with my ass exposed, I decided and said, “OK, I’ll call you the BBGB – the Booty-Bandit-Gang-Bangers. That doesn’t sound like a girl band does it?” At that one of them sighed and said, “Bitch, shut the fuck up. We ain’t here to listen to that mouth, now get on your knees and suck my fucking dick!” The three gangbangers guided me over towards the old checkout counter until my back was against it then reached into various pockets, pulled out pipes, lighters, their own baggies, and went through a synchronized routine before each was torching their pipe and inhaling a thick, acrid smoke. I was on my knees on the filthy floor that was littered with needles, used baggies, trash and other shit, working to get the first black dick hard in my mouth. My mouth felt dry, I need to remember to bring a water bottle with me next time. One of the BBGB knelt down beside me, blew his smoke in my face, then said, “You smoke rock?” I had no idea what he was talking about. “Crack bitch. You smoke crack? Want some? Just hit it like this aight – oh fuck yeah!” I shook my head, “Maybe next time? I just did my own stuff and well….” That was good enough for them and soon the other two had their pants down and I had three nice black dicks to choose from. I was in slut heaven, stroking a nice thick black dick with each hand while the third banged my throat. Spit flew and I gasped for air as the dick I was sucking pulled out of my mouth, he reached over me and set his pipe on the counter then said, “Get up and turn that ass around.” I put my hands on the counter and spread my legs like I was being frisked by the cops while the crack-smoking thugs took turns fingering my open hole and commenting on how wet and ready it was. “Fuck yeah – homeboy turned that shit inside out. Look at it! And just dripping,” one of them said in between coughs of crack smoke out of his lungs. Another chimed in, “If that pussy feels half as good as it looks and smells you know I’ll be handling business here every fucking morning!” Finally the one I had sucked forced three thick fingers up in my ass as far as they would go, twisted his hand, dug at my walls with his nails, and snarled, “Yeah got us some sweet little pig right here. The other white meat, good for your heart and shit.” I was ready to be fucked so turned my head as far as I could and said, “You dudes fucking wolves or chatty old grandmothers? Sounds like an old woman’s tea party in here with all the talking and no fucking! I got a schedule to keep!” The two thugs standing to each side busted out laughing, choking hard on their smoke, while the one with his fingers still diddling my ass growled, yanked his fingers out and with no other warning slammed his dick in as far as it would go. I knew from gagging on his meat that he was a big one – they all were – but I still yelped more from surprise than any pain. Yet they didn’t know that and my cries and whimpers set the wolf pack loose. “FUCKING WHITE ASS TAKE THAT DICK – TAKE MY MOTHA FUCKING DICK,” the gangbanger bellowed. His pack cohorts chimed in, “RUN IT DOWN NICCA, BANG THAT BACK OUT – YOU GOT IT YO – THAT’S IT NICCA – RAPE THAT SHIT OUT!” Thug load #1 soon followed and even though my ass was wet that nutt felt like it burned my guts. Maybe it was from his fingers digging around, or the crack, but something made me feel it for sure and he was not easy coming out either for as soon as he felt like he had pounded his load, the guy fucking me just pushed off my hips, stepped back, and yanked my insides out with him. “SHIT DAMN, SHIT DAMN…” he just kept saying over and over as he caught his breath and walked it off. Time for #2 but before he could slide in, #3 wedged himself between me and the counter so that when #2 plowed into my waiting hole, my mouth found another long BBC eager and waiting to be slicked up. “FUCK YO GOT US A HOOD HO RIGHT HERE – CHRIST – LOOK AT THOSE CHEEKS BOUNCIN – I JUST WANT TO TAKE MY TIME UP IN THERE, EXPLORIN WHAT YOU GOT! TAKE MY FUCKING CUM, OPEN THOSE PUSSY LIPS AND SUCK MY SHIT OUT – HEAR THAT PUSSY TALKING NOW, TALK TO ME, WHO’S YOUR NICCA? WHO’S YOUR NICCA? TALK TO …..Oh oh oh….” Thug load #2 in the hole. After he yanked out I made a grab for my baggy to snort some more, but #3 was having none of that. He was the biggest of the three – taller, thicker, and his dick was longer and wider! While the other two got themselves together and hit their pipes and talked shit in between their rock coughs, #3 was doing a final inspection. He gently wiped the snot and spit off my face with hands that could palm a basketball, although his crack jitters were pretty intense. His big fingers then twisted my nipples hard causing a white flash of pain that made me shake and when I looked up into in his eyes I noticed the color first – the white’s were basically all red and bloodshot and his pupils were so dilated and the color of a black abyss. Thug #3 continued to inspect my body, pinching, stroking, poking, all the while I held his pulsing shaft in my right hand. Every jolt in my body’s reflexes was met in kind with a jolt of electricity arcing out of his dick. Once he was done, he paused, then said in a raspy, deep voice, “Get yo ass up the counter.” I cocked my head, looked behind me, then back at him not quite sure what he meant and then was surprised when he turned me to face him, reached down, grabbed me under the arms and lifted me up and set me on the counter like I was a toddler. He then pulled me forward and I tried to grab hold to something as he was pulling me off the counter with my legs draped over his arms by the elbows, and I was spread open and wide. “I won’t let you fall,” the thug said as he leaned forward, his crack breath filling the air between our faces. I could feel his dick urgently nudging at my hole and I was not sure I could take him this way, at that angle. I struggled a little, his grip tightened, and then the thug smiled, bounced me a little in his arms, then began to slowly slide inch after inch of black beast dick into my cum filled ass. “IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? THAT GHETTO DICK FILLING YOU UP? CAN YOU TAKE IT FOR ME? THAT’ IT, I GOTCH-YOU, I CAN FEEL YOU OPENING UP FOR ME, HERE IT COMES, DAMN YO – TAKING MY DICK DEEP!” As the thug finished hitting home, I could only roll my head side to side, lost in ecstasy, bliss, and desire. He leaned over me, my body bent like a pretzel and asked, “You feel that?” as he gently kissed my neck. I nodded, reached up, grabbed his head so I could look in his eyes and pleaded, “Own my pussy. Please fuck it.” He smiled, straightened up, reached back down and wrapped his arms under my lower back, then stood back up, lifting me off the counter and into the air. With his black dick still buried in my ass, I flung my arms around his broad neck and pressed my body against his, he shifted my weight, leaned forward a little then back, then looked me in the eyes as he cried out, “MY FUCKING PUSSY. I OWN THAT SHIT NOW! SERVE YOUR MASTER’S DICK. WORSHIP ME AND BEG FOR IT! THAT’S RIGHT, LET ME HEAR YOU BEG YOUR SUPERIOR BLACK MASTER TO BREED YOU WITH HIS SEED – WANT THAT WHITE PUSSY RAPED BY THIS NICCA DICK? WANT TO LEARN HOW TO SERVE YOUR BLACK MASTER RIGHT? BOUNCE ON THAT SHIT – BOUNCE ON IT – HARDER BITCH! I SAID FUCKING BOUNCE ON IT HARDER!” I felt like a jockey in the Kentucky Derby as I bounced up and down, squealing like a stuck pig as my new, black Master unleashed a torrent of thug juice deep inside my sissy cunt. Once he started to cum, he held me tight, bouncing me as hard as he could while still staying inside me. I grabbed his head, licked his ear, darted my tongue in and out and then whispered over and over, “Thank you Master, thank you Master, thank you Master.” It took us a minute to uncouple our sweaty bodies and begin to pull ourselves together. I looked around and saw we were alone and briefly wondered where the others had gone when the thug grabbed my chin with his left hand, peered down at me and said, “When you see me, you will call me Sir. Nothing else. You can call them whatever the fuck you want, but me, I am your Sir, your Master, and you should only be concerned about pleasing me. Now lick my dick clean like a good white sissy should.” I obediently got on my knees and was grateful for every drop of man slime I found on his dick and balls. I must have pleased him as he smiled when I stood up, helped me dress, and I said, “Thank you Sir. I enjoyed that.” He frowned and said just before lighting his crack pipe, “Good job for remembering to address me right, but I don’t care what you enjoy – or not – you’re job is to serve me. Don’t worry or apologize now. You have not been trained, I can see that. Well, that’ll be taken care of.” I was not sure what he meant, but grabbed the backpack, my Polar Pop cup with my money in it, and followed him out the door. The two guys who had been on guard duty tried to push me back inside wanting theirs, but I told them no, I had a schedule to keep for their boss, but I would make them a deal. Each morning on my way for the run, I would stop on my way, take a couple if they wanted, then stop again on my way back if anyone else wanted some too but only if they promised to throw a fuck down like that one! They all laughed, heartily agreed, and as I walked down the broken sidewalk back towards the fair park I realized a couple of things. First, I LOVED it rough and hard and the bigger the black dick the better. Second, I LOVED the shit talk, nastier and dirtier the better. Third – and more important – I LOVED LOVED LOVED serving a thug master. All of the black dicks were great, but there was something about the last one who said he was my MASTER that just clicked, made my insides flip flop, my mind scream YES, and my ass open up and offer myself like never before – well that I could remember anyways. A couple more of Carter’s guys tried to get me to stop, but I did not want to be late and told them another time. I picked up my pace, got the fair park, made my way to the stadium and there was Teddy, leaning against the metal door smoking a joint. He eyed me suspiciously when I walked up then just shook his head. “What?” I asked, “I’m not late!” Teddy laughed, reached down and roughly ran his hand up between my thighs, held it in front of my face, sniffed, and said, “You look like a street hooker after a long night at the truck stop. Your thighs are wet and sweat don’t smell like that. Pack yourself some paper towels or something, and while I don’t care and will fuck you like the drug whore you are, the whole goal is to NOT attract attention. Also get some sun glasses, you look high as shit too.” I just nodded, Teddy knocked on the door, it opened, welcoming me into the dark interior for the biggest dick of the morning yet – Jenkins the janitor. The door closed, I was in total darkness waiting to be fucked by a man I had not yet seen and something about it being quick, dirty, and totally anonymous made my ass ring pulse and twitch. Jenkins stepped up behind me, took the backpack from me, tossed it to the side scattering cans or something in its wake, anxiously tugged at my shorts, and moaned and groaned as he felt my well used hole, all prelubed and ready for him. I kicked my shorts to the side, Jenkins covered my mouth just like before, but this time did not say a word as he thrust into me. My body was pressed close to his as he rough fucked me, holding me in place – not like I could run with his dick so deep. Jenkins’ first load was fast and no sooner had he finished cumming in me that I felt like my guts were being scalded, and his hand clamped tighter over my face. I then realized what he was doing – Jenkins was pissing inside me! I squirmed, wiggled, and tried to get away with no success as I got filled by his black hose. How could someone piss and still stay so hard? The next thought was how could he want to fuck again. Yes, Jenkins was now fucking me again after dumping a load and his piss inside me. My guts gurgled, burped, gurgled, cramped, and in between thrusts as Jenkins worked his dick around my water filled ass little streams of rank piss ran down my legs, feeling far too hot for having come from a man. Jenkins did not care and continued to slosh around in my pussy ass, working his piss and all that thug cum into a frothy latte that only a BBC could give and now was time for the steamed milk. More and more piss ran out of my hole as Jenkins deep dicked me now. He was banging my gut walls and the pain was more intense and I was softly crying into his hand, yet held on as I did not want him to stop. One more thrust and Jenkins tensed, squeezed my face tight, and I knew he was coming again. WHOOSH – SPLAT – echoed through the room as Jenkins pulled out. My ass and stomach hurt so bad and I tried to reach out to grab his dick then asked, “Can you fuck me more?” The only response was the sound of a door closing as Jenkins left me in the dark room, full of his piss and cum. I fumbled around trying to find something in the dark to wipe off with. Shit, I need to pack a flashlight too. God damn being a drug mule took more planning than I thought. Fuck it, I edged over to the door, slowly eased it open and peaked through the crack to see if Teddy was there. No, he had gone. Fuck fuck. So I grabbed a cardboard box that was sitting by the door, ripped off one of the end pieces, folded it over a couple times, and set it down between the door and the jamb allowing a gap large enough to let some decent light in. In the dimness I found some rags, wiped my ass and legs off best I could, found my shorts and my Polar Pop cup with my money in it and left. I walked as fast as I could back to the RV. I was paranoid as hell, knew I smelled, was sure I looked worse, and could tell everyone was watching me. Every step I took though made my insides cramp even more, damn I had to get to the RV. I burst through the RV door and started stripping before I had closed the door. Brett had been watching the little stolen TV at the table and jumped up, “What the Christ? What’s wrong?” I quickly told him I was full of piss and nutt and could not hold it anymore. “Oh hell yeah!” Brett said as he jumped up and out of his shorts in one motion and was right behind me as I stumbled into the little bathroom. I went to squat on the toilet when Brett screamed, “NO, LET ME STICK IT IN!” and grabbed me, shoved me face first into the tiny shower and slammed his dick into my ass like a finger in a dike. It hurt so bad now as the cramps were like contractions coming quicker, and more intense and as Brett pulled back to thrust in again my ass blew and piss and cum and gut juice exploded over both us. Brett paused, lifted his hands up, looked around and said, “You’re clean. Fucking hell how do you do that?” and then proceed to fuck my drenched ass until he cummed. A long shower later, Brett offered to run over to one of the food stands that was making breakfast tacos for the workers and grab us some. I realized I was starving and told him to grab extra. While he was gone I opened my Polar Pop cup, went back into the bathroom, removed the fan and then my secret box, and stashed the stack of money inside. I then decided I would pack my bag for the morning and started to look around for the supplies I would need. Water – check. Sunglasses – check. Papertowels – check (along with back up shorts in case they were needed). Flashlight – fuck no. So I took a lighter instead. I also pulled the carpet back and stole some more of Pa’s money and hid that in the extra shorts. Why should I spend my money from Carter? If I needed it, I could take some of his, just a little here and there. Then I realized I didn’t have anything to put the stuff in and it did not seem like we had a backpack, so I found a couple Circle K plastic bags and figured I would just carry that. Perfect. Brett returned with our breakfast tacos and as we ate he played 21 questions about the run, who fucked me, how I got pissed in and more. I didn’t tell Brett shit and just told him to drop it and tomorrow he could eat my ass out again and slurp out any cum I got on the way. That perked the nasty little fucker right up and we laughed as we called each other slut. I still was not quite tired and no one had shown up, so decided to do a quick run around the parking lot and see if there was anything I could snag as I actually enjoyed stealing shit. Nope, nothing. Damn. I got back to the RV, still no dick, which was OK as I was starting to feel like crashing, guess it was the food, so I got naked, climbed onto the bed, pulled a t-shirt over my eyes to block out the light and passed out. A few hours later Brett woke me up – not with coffee or lunch, but a plate full of lines and said, “Wakey wakey, sissy need to get bakey bakey?” What the fuck? I took the plate, my eyes watered as I snorted as deep as I could, swallowed the runnage that drained down my throat and said, “What sort of shit is that? Wakey wakey? This is not fucking preschool.” Brett laughed, stroked his dick through his shorts and said, “Get your ass up and at-em. Is that better? Want my dick? I know you do. You love my dick. Come on sissy. You got someone waiting.” I moaned, snorted some more, and got up, shook the sleep off, and got to work. It was a little dicked carney fucker, in and out quite literally before he shot in my ass and acted like he had just won the lotto. I checked my watch, shit – had to get ready to meet Dennis, the trucker from yesterday who was going to meet me at the warehouse for Centennial Hall. He agreed to get me the stuff for Teddy that I could not steal and in return, I promised to get ‘freaky’ for him for no charge. I made my way to the other side of the fair park, had to practically walk all the way around the Hall to find the warehouse section, but once there found Dennis easy enough as he was leaning against the front of a rig, looking back and forth up the parking lot, puffing on his cigar like a big old steam engine getting ready to go up a hill. “So,” Dennis said then spat a wad of tobacco funk onto the pavement, “You ready to get knocked up again?” After the morning I had gone through I was sure I could handle anything Dennis had lined up and shrugged and followed him up into the warehouse. He led me down the line of loading dock doors, past several trucks, to the last one in the line and motioned for me to step inside where I was greeted by the sound of voices from the far end and dark shapes lit by a camp lantern. Dennis stepped in behind me, pulled the trailer door down with a BANG, then guided me towards the front. At the front were two other guys sitting on crates, smoking, drinking, and talking. The both turned and looked at me and I had to bite my tongue not to laugh. One of them had a Lone Ranger type mask over his eyes made out of fucking Duck Tape! While I guess it was a ‘mask’, it did nothing to hide his wicked long, red haired beard – a feature I could pick out on him a mile away. The other had a bandana that was ready to slip off the end of his nose that he had to lift each time he took a drink or smoke and turn his head at the same time to keep his face hidden. Dennis patted me on the back and said, “OK, here’s the deal. My buddies here want to spank you a bit, slap you a little, get nasty and freaky and we’re all going to fuck you like a truck stop whore and send you home with a little gift – ok a few gifts but let’s not quibble. Come on men, time to get fucking!” Well, the next hour was frankly nothing to write home about, quite literally. Dennis’ idea of a freaky time was like a bad porno and I was ashamed to be the ‘starlet’ in that show, although I did get three loads up my ass and they all raved about what a good whore I was. We wrapped up, Dennis handed me a box of stuff on my way out as payment along with $10 as a tip, and I made my way over to the trash shed to find Teddy. It was locked, so I went around the back, hid the box under a blue tarp, and wandered back to the RV feeling empty, unfulfilled, frustrated. My dick did not even get hard when Dennis fucked me. What was wrong? I swung by the food stall area, found someone who was still cooking for the workers, bought a couple burgers and some fries figuring I would have one of the burgers when I got up. The RV was empty when I got back and I was really in no mood to get high – for what? I finished the fries, a burger, drank a Coke and was watching the little TV that Brett had stolen when he and Pa came in. Brett laughed, rubbed my head like I was a puppy and Pa said, “Alright sissy. Report. Tell me what happened today and how’d it go.” I shrugged and said, “Nothing to tell. I did the job. That’s it.” Pa slammed both hands on the table in front of me and spit flew from his mouth as he said, “I FUCKING KNOW THERE IS MORE, SO TELL ME RIGHT NOW.” I looked at Brett, the accusation clear on my face that he was reporting back to Pa, then calmly looked at Pa and said, “No.” Pa’s face got red, he clenched his fists and I looked at him with a ‘I dare you fucker’ look. The moment passed, Pa shook his head, wiped his face with his right hand and said, “I’m sorry sissy. I didn’t mean to be – well to be angry about it. Fuck. You’re helping the family out here and I just, well, I just want to make sure you’re safe. I was worried that’s all.” I looked at him quizzically and thought that was a fucked up way of showing but instead said, “Thanks, but I’m good,” and went back to watching my show. It was about 9:30 p.m. and the rest of the evening had been dead. No carney dick, do drama with Pa, no good TV. I was jonesing for some Tina and was battling between that and my desire to sleep when there was a ruckus outside, swearing, lawn chairs tossed against the RV and then someone banging on the door. Pa opened the door and began to yell then stepped back as the three gangbangers who fucked me in the old convenience store that morning pushed their way in and closed the door. The RV suddenly felt really tiny and the tension was thick. Pa raised his hands up a little, “Look, we don’t want any trouble. We’re just poor carney folks here, look around? See the shitty place we got. Nothing here to steal fellas, nothing at all.” The three of them looked at each other, looked at me then Pa and busted out laughing, then the youngest one said, “Step the fuck off man. Jesus. We came to make a delivery – Snickers bars, extra nuts YO!” Once again they all started laughing and Pa and Brett looked at each other in utter confusion and then looked at me as I chuckled too, so they did get the joke after all! The gangbangers then got serious, one of them lit a joint and blew the smoke at Pa while #3, my Master, said in his raspy crack smoking voice, “He’s coming with us. Roulette’s the house game tonight and it always comes up black.” Pa and Brett were totally confused now but Master looked at me, I nodded and said, “Yes Sir,” and Master smiled. Pa suddenly found a spine, or some balls, and said, “No, he’s not going anywhere’s unless I say so.” Thug #2 hiked up his shirt, patted the gun sticking out of his waistband and said, “THIS right here asshole says YES.” Pa stepped back, looked at me, and I smiled and said with as much disdain as I could muster, “Fuck - it’s business. Don’t worry.” I hopped up, ran to the back of the RV, put on my sneakers, a T-shirt, and headed back out. The standoff was still going on between the three thugs and Pa and Brett who was now rolling his shoulders like he wanted to punch somebody. Oh please, they would drop his ass in a heartbeat. I nodded at Master, he turned to go and then I remembered, “Shit, my bag. Will I be back before the pick up?” He shook his head with a firm NO, so I went to the back again, grabbed my Circle K bag of supplies, my Polar Pop cup, and rejoined my BBC escort for the night. My heart was racing as we stepped out of the RV and my ass was spasming in proximity to thug dick. We started walking out of the parking lot towards the gate when I stopped and asked, “How did you guys find me?” Thug #1 wrapped his arm around my neck and shoulders pulled me closer to him as we walked, shook his head and said, “Took us a while. All you white folks look alike!” All three of them laughed like that was the best joke ever, yet I didn’t get it. “OK,” I said, “So who is plain Snickers and who is extra nuts?” They got it that time. We started up the sidewalk, me in the middle of the wolf pack of thugs with Master’s hand protectively on my back. No better safety for a white sissy than some rough gangbangers especially if their boss is in charge of that hood. We headed up my route towards the freeway but then turned right, went a couple blocks, took a few more turns and walked up to a house that looked abandoned. No lights, part of the porch was falling off, and not an occupied house, car, or person in sight. We walked around to the back and Master pulled on the barn style door of the garage. I cautiously followed them inside, the door closed, the lights came on and I was in other world – a whole other fucking, scary, leather world. “Welcome to the Pleasure Palace,” Master said as he walked to the middle of the room and lovingly stroked the welded steel frame that was the centerpiece. “Ever been fucked in a sling?” he asked. I swallowed hard, shook my head, and the other two thugs gave a little wolf whimper and growl at the same time. Master looked at me, smiled, and said, “Oh damn. This is better than I fucking imagined and trust, I have imagined all God damned day. Aight boys, any bets on when that hole taps out?” STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 15: Thug Gangbang **My Name is Mikey contains 17 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Chaser here and i agree with most of the comments here. I would breed that ass of yours in a heartbeat. Looks delicious. Ignore ignorant comments from dickheads.

Concerned... It really sounds like you don't want to hear this but, based on your account above, you did not engage in extremely risky sex. You were top, you don't mention anything about having cuts / scratches on your dick (which would have allowed any fluids easy access to your bloodstream), those were very brief encounters with minimal thrusting, etc. Etc. Etc. To put it into context... I have mostly been a bottom since coming out in 1995. I started barebacking on a regular basis a couple years later (let's say 1999 as a conservative estimate... Had bottomed bareback before then but usually at least tried to play safe) , I had lots of casual / anonymous sex (probably 50 to 60 partners per year ... Again a conservative estimate). I hooked up with guys in bathhouses, gone home with strangers from bars, etc. (Not saying I'm a slut but.....). I had hooked up with guys that I knew were positive. And despite all that, I stayed negative until 2006. I was tested every 6 - 1 months and I was diangosed just a couple months after I appear to have seroconverted. So, no, it is by no means a forgone conclusion that you are poz. I do wonder if you are trolling here just a bit since your post above says you are "strictly" a top but your profile lists you as a bottom.

Jordan Levine = top, Dominic Santos = bottom. Studio = Randyblue.

Jeff, I agree. That is very frustrating as well. <lol> See this a lot. Guys who don't give much info about themselves or what "type" of guys they are interested in... But then are rude if you contact them and are not up to their standards. Anyway, thanks all for the feedback.

Same twink as last night kept texting me today at work. Begging for my ass to take his seed. Being married I have never got seeded two days in a row before and I was tempted but hesitant all day. He wore me down with some hot texts about knowing how much a slut my ass is and how it needs his cum to be happy. So long story short I went to his place right after work, made some BS up to the wife, he had me ride his cock for awhile before he got me in missionary legs up on his chest as he jack hammered my hole and made me beg for his load. I love telling him to breed my married ass as he unloads deep. I am sitting in his parking lot now getting ready to head home. Love feeling all this jizz in me. Wonder how Friday goes, my ass is twitching already thinking about it.

I've been a cumdumpster & totally love it too, it does take work that is true but anything worth having takes work, Love being used just as a hole to unload in. I make myself available also regularly by the cinema / bookstores where guys have seen me before & know i will take there cocks no questions asked. Also love being face down ass up & being a dumpster for anon seeding too

Good, helpful comments, guys. Especially from libertyx and cumhole1919. I realize my initial posting on this topic just scratches the surface. There are a myriad of important aspects related to becoming a successful and busy cumdumpster and to cover them all comprehensively would fill an encyclopedia-size tome. Makes you wonder why no one has written such a reference book, or at least a "Cumdumpster Training for Dummies." maybe such a "how to" reference book exists; if it does, I haven't seen it. My personal journey in cumdumpsterfying myself includes a lot, and I mean a lot, of married men and unmarried "straight" guys. I've just found that, for me, getting these guys to fuck me has been, at times, nearly effortless. Before moving out of state, one of my regulars, a smokin-hot married Italian man, fucked me at least 2 or 3 times a week, for more than six years. Tony was such a horndog and such an awesome fucker (always a 2-load minimum fucker), I rearranged my plans more times than I can recall to make sure he got my holes to use whenever he wanted. Again, thanks guys for your comments. I was happy to read that my advise to this young man is valid and has value based upon your comments.

I can attest to the value of networking with other bottoms. I've got a fuck buddy (with a magnificent cock, by the way) who is versatile. He's invited me over for three ways with buddies of his, and has arranged for me to take loads from four different truckers that he stays in touch with. My buddy is partnered, so he can't always run off to a truck stop to service these men. He knows I'm a good fuckhole, so he recommends me to them. I've gotten loads three times in the sleepers of the truckers' cabs, and once in a motel adjacent to a Pilot truck stop. All four of the truckers were first class fuckers.

In London from the 4th until the 7th of December. Neg Irish guy, never had an STD, badly need HIV, Hep C and any others I can get. Want to go from totally clean to riddled with STDs in one weekend. Any guys willing to help me out?

i live in Baltimore, MD. curious about the party scene, want to get into some kink. I want to have few limits and experience what it's like to be a true pig. Looking for a Dom top who want to show me the ropes. into cum, being whored out, partied up, want to get fisted. If you are a willing horny nasty top that loves to show a boy like my self the darkside of being the total pig I was created to be than message me 301-740-4426. All are welcome to respond. I want to move from fantasy to reality. Help me get there.

My best friend and next door neighbor has been my secret fuck buddy for years. We started one afternoon when his wife was working and his son was still and infant. My sons were, shall I say, packed full years ago and once they were fully ripe to be on their own they were gone. My buddy was young when his family moved into the house next door. He was the same age as my oldest son. Fortunately, he hadn't met them yet so I had a chance to plant my seed before one of mine swooped down on him. His family grew and so did his cunt. He was so addicted to the long fuck sessions we could do and the thick creamy loads he made my balls produced. I felt a pinch of bad when I fucked him for the few days of his mysterious flu. While he was crying for me to make it quick, I was pulling out and edging. I know that sucks but it's one of those things I'll take a beating for another day. A year or so later he knocked on my door. He was angry. He asked if I was poz. I said of course I was and why did he ask now? He looked at me and shook his head. He said he was so stupid because he knew that I was breeding him and he just ignored it. He grabbed me and hugged me. I was very surprised. He suddenly confessed that he was trying to figure out how to offer up his now teen son and watch me break the kid's cherry. He fucked it all up a few months back by getting a little high and interrupting the kid's shower. Mom was at work and his son stayed home from school that day. Eventually, my fuck bud was aware that he was knocking up his own son. He was pretty fucked up about that. Very shortly after all that went on, my oldest son came home from his adventure. He wasted no time in making a path for his cock to invade my bud's perfectly shaped cunt. I was starved without and cunt for over a month. While I was holding my man, he said that he felt much more comfortable with his choice to breed his boy. He had me to thank for his relief because my son reminded him of the breeding he and his younger brother got from me. Maybe I should help myself to that son's cunt. I can't do much worse to it. Besides, freshly seeded boys always needed eating.

I go to adult bookstores every single day. My mouth AND my asshole have been pressed to every single gloryhole in every dirty bookstore in town. I have no idea whose loads I took today.

nobody's going to tell you that you're right, because you AREN'T right.... start to bottom and you'll more likely get IT... This is CRAZY

IMHO... I disagree and will say you more likely are NOT positive... You did little or NO Thrusting, so minimal risk being a TOP in the circumstances you have described.. If you don't want to be infected... GO ON PrEP...

I don't need to be strapped down just bring all your friends and use my holes.

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.

http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=EEom9-G305- Bareback - Whore getting pregnant with my huge seed I am back so all of you can shut your fucking holes about why I am not posting videos anymore. Fuck you stupid faggots are so impatient. This fucking dirty whore from Virginia Beach took my seed on a day trip. This stupid cunt wanted to be anonymous until the end when he cleaned my fucking cock off like a good cum slut should always do. What a fucking whore he was. He loved every minute of it. Who's next?

The first time my poz hole was fed Tina piss remains one of those moments of clarity and truth....I want to be high all the time while taking and giving poz seed. This story is so intense .... perfect.

CHPT 12 – Carney Whore: The carney cum flowed in and out of my ass as I was the first ride to open at the annual Texas State Fair. The lime green sign in the window of the RV that said, ‘BUMPER CARS’ was the beacon for all the lonely or just horny workers. It should have said ‘BUMPIN PUSSY’ as much as I was getting fucked and for the other few that got fucked by Brett. At times there was literally a little line outside the RV under the shade of the canvas canopy as men sat in the chairs, smoking, drinking, waiting their turn to breed my sissy cunt. It took only two days for word to get around, between Pa selling tickets and pushing drugs, and Mr. Gleason’s men learning that a free nutt could be had – raw ass from a slut bottom – as not one man asked about wearing a condom after the first day. Not only that, they could also get a great high. For some reason, to me anyways, encouraging your workers who were setting up and then planning to run mechanical rides and other stuff did not seem like the smartest move, but it was shit awful hard work, so I guess he figured he had to do what he could to keep folks around, and what a motley mix of folks they were too. Older, younger, skinny and sick looking, fat, and everything in between, except most of them had an edge to them, a look of living hard and from my own experience could attest they played hard too. On our second day there I went looking for the black muscle guy again and found him as before, ambling along, paying no mind to anyone around, listening to his music and picking up trash with his pointed stick and dropping it in his bag. As it was still only the workers on the fair grounds there was not a lot of trash laying around, so it seemed liked he had a lot of free time. Unlike me, I didn’t have much free time at all, but followed him as long as I could and just like the first day he wound his way back to the picnic tables every hour or so to sit a bit, smoke, and chill. He also had a plastic bottle I didn’t notice the first time that he had sitting underneath the table behind one of the legs with some foul looking orange drink in it. I wondered why no one threw it away as it looked like trash and must be warm as shit, but I guess since he was the trash guy, no one cared. Day three I had literally been high and fucked almost all day and it was late before I had a chance to break away from the RV. I even had to stop and grab some napkins from a box at one of the food booths and sort of stick them in my ass crack as I was leaking spooge with every step I walked. I practically did a quick run around the fair grounds and did not see the black guy at all, so headed back to the picnic table. It was empty. Fuck. Between my sweat and the carney cum, the napkins were soaked, so I fished my hand down the back of my shorts, pulled them out in pieces, opened one of the Port-A-Potties, and tossed them in. Just as I closed the door and turned I was cornered by two of the workers that had fucked me before. They looked alike in their face and build, just a few years apart, so maybe brothers, or cousins or something, and if I recalled, they both shot really thick loads. “Hey remember us?” the older one asked. “What brings you back here? A bit far away from where you ought to be ain’t it?” I leaned a little against the door, my wet asshole quivering knowing there were two raw dicks in smelling distance, and said, “Just making a pit stop. Wanted to see how some of the rides were constructed and had to go.” The two guys smiled, and again the older one spoke, “How about a quickie? $10?” I didn’t know how much Pa was charging and replied, “Umm, I don’t have any tickets on me. Pa has those.” They both laughed, and this time the younger of the two chimed in, “No, come on. We’ll be real quick. Swear, and who needs tickets. Here, take this $20, and let’s get this done. My balls are itching and we have to be back on the line soon.” I didn’t know what the line was, but shrugged, looked around wondering where we could go that was nearby when the older one opened the Port-A-Pottie door, stepped in, and held it open for me. The sounds of him fucking me was wicked loud in that little plastic toilet, and the smell was intense. He was true to his word, shot pretty quick, and before I could bend down and pull my shorts back up he had flung the door open, stepped out, and his cohort stepped in, latched it, and slid his already hard dick right in. A minute later and two more loads up my ass, I wiped the excess cum off my hole, made sure the $20 was still in my pocket, and stepped out of the toilet to come face to face with the black guy. Oh shit! He was on the picnic table as before, but this time he was facing the line of Port-A-Potties, sitting up, a cloud of smoke hanging around his head, tapping his feet and bopping his head to the music. When I looked at him in a bit of a panic, he didn’t even react. My mind raced. Had he heard me getting fucked? Did he know? What if he told Pa? I was like a deer caught in headlights. He casually pulled his headphones off, his sweaty shoulders glistening, took another drag, squinted, and extended his hand offering me a hit. I got my faculties back inline enough to now realize he was not smoking a cigarette, but a joint, and while he had not uttered a word, I guessed this was his way of saying things were cool, so I took it, inhaled and coughed most of it back out in my nervousness, then inhaled again. He laughed and said, “Ain’t you a bit young to be smoking?” I shrugged, “Probably, I don’t really know.” The black guy looked at me quizzically and how could I explain I had no real memories of who I was, how old I was or anything – I just knew I was a sissy for Pa. Seeing him up close I realized he was older than I first thought, maybe Pa’s age, although I was not sure I was a good judge of that sort of thing. He was wearing the same clothes as before and even through the smell of the joint I could smell him and my hole winked, and cum dribbled out of my hole and down the back of my thigh. I must have been staring longer than I thought as I admired his body as he laughed, held out his hand, and I handed back the joint that had now gone out. He fished a book of matches out his pocket and on the second try got one to light, hit the joint, took a long drag, then handed it to me and said, “Here little man. Finish this up for me.” I stammered a thanks and so wanted to ask him to fuck me, but I was not sure at all if he was into it, so just watched as he stood up, put his headphones back on, grabbed his stick and bag, and turned to go. He paused, held out his hand and said, “Theodore Roosevelt, but you can call me Teddy. I’ll see you around little man.” He then took a step towards me, reached out his hand and flipped over the lanyard and plastic ID I had hanging around my neck, peered at it, and said, “Thomas Michaels. So Tom or Tommy?” Huh? What was he talking about? I looked down and realized he was looking at my picture and the name underneath on the fair ID from Mr. Gleason. No one called me anything but sissy, or cunt, or pussy, and my mind fought to come up with an answer, but Teddy just let go of the ID and as it flapped back against my chest said, “OK little man. Catch you later,” and ambled off. Teddy? Teddy Roosevelt? He couldn’t be serious. Anyways I was just finishing up the joint when another worker came to use the toilet. I had not seen him before, but he knew who I was I guess as he went into the one on the far end and left the door cracked open so I could see him standing in the shadow, stroking his dick. I glanced around, went to the door, stepped in, and he said, “Suck it.” After seeing Teddy I needed more than that so I just shook my head, dropped my shorts, bent over, and said, “Give me your load. No charge. Just fuck me.” The guy hesitated, but then fingered my wet ass, moaned a little, positioned himself and slid right in. While he fucked me I pictured Teddy in my mind, wishing it was him and far too soon the guy shot then just stood there. I guess he had to go, so I wiped off, closed the door behind me, adjusted my hard dick in my shorts, and headed back to the RV. Brett was inside, so I quietly opened up the back panel, fished around, found my box, and went to put the cash I had just made in it. No. Wait. I could not keep getting the box out here, had to be a better place where no one would see me. I closed the hatch, grabbed a dirty t-shirt that was draped over one of the chairs beside the RV, wrapped the box, then went inside and straight to the bathroom, ignoring Brett who was sitting at the table watching some show on a little black and white TV he had stolen some place. I quickly looked around, trying to find a place I could hide the box and looked up – yes that may work. In the roof of the RV bathroom was a fan with a metal casing. On the inside of the casing there were no screws, it just slid to the side on two little metal tracks. I slid the fan cover back, stuck my hand around in the space between the ceiling and roof of the RV, and even though it was a tight fit I found a little niche and was able to jam my box into the hole. I slid the cover back, wiped the sweat off my forehead from being so scared, but sighed in relief feeling my box, with its numbers and now stash of cash, was safe. The rest of the evening was fairly quiet. Pa, Brett, and I ate some pasta for dinner that Brett cooked on the little stove in the RV. It was awful, and I was not really hungry, but ate some anyways. About 9:30 a drunk carney came by to fuck and Pa told him to come back tomorrow, but then a few minutes later we heard him and another guy having a fight in the parking lot, so we all went out to watch. After that little show, the day ended like every other - with Pa and Brett unloading me in me before we laid down to sleep although I tended to just nap a bit here and didn’t really sleep anymore. I figured between my shots in the mornings and the drugs, I was just too wired and my mind raced all night thinking about Teddy, wondering how his black dick would feel nutting in me, and who would fuck me tomorrow. The next morning, day four at the fair, was humid, with clouds hanging low and menacing over the city, and I was awoken by someone banging on the door signaling time for me to get back to work being a sissy cunt. The guy only wanted to get sucked off, which to me was a waste, but I swallowed his load and then to Brett’s frustration pushed his hard dick away and said I needed a walk. Before I left, I grabbed a paper bag from under the sink, then headed out for a short circuit around the parking lot. The lot where we were parked and one other over by the animal barns was where most of the carney campers, RVs, and tractor trailers were parked. Most everyone was already on the grounds, so I took advantage and decided what I needed to do was help Teddy out. The first RV I checked out I found nothing, but the second – jackpot! There were some t-shirts hanging on a little clothesline strung on the side of the camper and I snagged two of the white ones and stuffed them in the paper bag figuring no one could identify a plain white shirt. By one of the semis I found a lighter setting by a beer can that had been cut in half for an ashtray. I was tempted to try looking in one of the RVs that I saw a guy just leave out of, but thought better of it, and cautiously wound my way towards the picnic tables trying to avoid being seen or noticed. Teddy was not there, but I figured he would be soon, so I set the paper bag with the stuff I had stolen on the ground by his plastic bottle of drink, pulled a little baggy out of my pocket and a straw and snorted some Tina, and waited. I was sweating, horny, and anxious and about ready to leave when a Hispanic guy came by. He smiled when he saw me, “Hola puta!” he said, and grabbed a handful of dick through his jeans and shook it a little as he continued smiling. I smiled back, he licked his lips, and I asked, “Do you want to fuck? Got any cash?” He just kept smiling and grabbing at his dick even though I was sure he understood what I said, so I held up both hands, “$10 dollars?” as I wiggled my fingers to try to make the point. He frowned, “No no no,” so I shook my head as to say ‘whatever’, stood up, went to the last Port-A-Pottie, stepped in, dropped my shorts and waited. His dick was average and a little spit and rough thrust and he was inside me in an instant. Once he was in as far as he could go, I clamped my ass, he reached around and grabbed my nipples and started pinching them as he kissed my neck and pounded me. He fucked me fast and furious and when his dick jumped, I knew he was unloading in me. One last hard pinch of my nipples and he pulled out, pulled up his pants and left. I was so fucking frustrated and felt like while I did want to please the guys who fucked me, shouldn’t I enjoy it to? Yeah I liked being fucked, but hell, just as it feels like my ass is opening up, getting nice and wet, and I start feeling good they are done. My shorts were still around my ankles as I reached down, grabbed my baggy, snorted some more, and then looked up as the plunk plunk plunk echoing off the plastic roof let me know it had started to rain. Shit. I was standing there confused about what to do for some reason when I was startled by the toilet door opening and almost fell over sideways tripping on my shorts and my own feet trying to turn back around. All I could do was stare open mouthed, my hard dick giving myself away as Teddy stepped into the toilet, his wet chest brushing against my arms forcing me to lean back a little to make room. Teddy shook himself, drops of water running down his face before he took his left hand, wiped what he could off his face then pulled his dirty t-shirt out of his back pocket and finished the job. Teddy slung his now wet shirt over his shoulder, fished around in his pocket and pulled out the lighter I had stolen, and lit the joint that he was holding in his mouth. He squinted his eyes, held the smoke, then blew it out before asking me, “This yours?” as he held the lighter out. “Umm…no...I mean yes...I…I brought it for you, the shirts too. Thought maybe you might want them.” Teddy took another hit of the joint and the rain was coming down harder now sounding like an army on the march to war. With the smoke filling the tiny space, Teddy set the joint between his teeth again, spun me around, and rammed two gingers up my cum filled ass. I yelped, leaned forward having to brace myself against the back of the toilet, and tried to wiggle away from the invaders as his fingers dug at my insides. “Stop. I don’t like that,” I said. The pressure from the fingers in my ass only increased as they explored my hole. Teddy took the joint from his lips with his right hand and set it causally, yet firmly, on my right shoulder as he growled, “Tough shit. I don’t care what you like little man.” I was moaning loudly now in pain and pleasure as Teddy fingered my cummy ass. I wanted him to fuck me so bad and started begging, pleading, but Teddy did not respond. He just kept digging at my hole while he finished his joint. Once his smoke was down to nothing but a nub, he tossed it into the open toilet hole, yanked his fingers out of my hole, kicked the door open, and pulled me out of the Port-A-Pottie backwards by the back of shirt. I was scared shitless as I was almost bare ass naked in public while Teddy roughly pushed me against the end of the picnic table and pressed his body hard against mine, the pouring rain now soaking us both and blurring everything around me as the water cascaded over my eyes. “FUCKING SPLINTERS!!” I yelled as I shifted a little and tried to reach around to feel my ass. “Let me look,” Teddy said, so I turned around, offering my hole up, which was slick now from the rain. Teddy hauled off and slapped my ass hard – WHACK! My body jerked, he slapped me again – WHACK – leaving a matching handprint on the other cheek. The heavens really opened up now and lighting flashed and thunder boomed, causing Teddy to pause. I started to turn around to say we should get inside, but before I could Teddy grabbed my hips and I felt a massive, fleshy knot push into my hole. “TAKE IT OUT! PLEASE STOP. OUCH THAT HURTS!” I cried. Teddy did not say a word as he thrust harder, splitting my ass open and using the rainstorm to slick up my hole and his dick. I braced myself on the table wishing I was higher. This had been what I wanted. What I thought about the past few days and it hurt like fucking hell! His dick was far bigger than any other I had taken so far at the fair, yet mixed in with that pain was a pleasure that radiated out of my ass and swelled through me like his dick was swelling inside my guts. Teddy then pushed my chest flat onto the picnic table, dug his nails and fingers hard into my sides, and continued to spear me with his raw dick. Any tears of pain were washed away quickly and any fear I had of being caught was lost in the torrent of pleasure and pain I was now feeling. Just as my body relaxed a little and my hole seemed to open wider for the black monster, Teddy stopped, slowly eased his dick out, slapped my ass hard a couple more times – WHACK! – then said, “Pull your shorts up.” Shaking with need I stood up, pulled my shorts up and watched as Teddy grabbed the paper bag with the t-shirts I had brought, his drink bottle, tried to adjust his mammoth hard dick in his basketball shorts before giving up, then stepped back over to me, shoved his right hand down the back of my shorts and jammed three fingers into my hole before snarling, “We ain’t done yet. Come on.” I felt like a fucking puppet as Teddy led me towards the shed where he took the trash with his fingers up my ass guiding each step. We only passed one other person and he had his head down, the rain like a waterfall off his cowboy hat, so he did not even notice I was being finger raped in front of him. When we got to the shed Teddy handed me the keys with his left hand and told me which one to use to unlock it, all the while keeping his fingers up my ass, dancing around, keeping my hole open and primed. The wind had picked up and the door flew back with a bang as I released the lock and latch. Teddy finger-fuck-walked me in, reached out, pulled the door shut, then with his fingers still up my ass, pulled his shorts down over his sneakers and stepped out of them. By turning my head to the left, I could see his glistening, wet body and his throbbing dick bouncing, waiting, ready and set to jump back inside me and my guts clenched and I trembled. Teddy laughed and wiggled his fingers, “You’re a nasty hoe aren’t you. A desperate little man cunt huh? I seen you following me. Checking me out. First couldn’t figure it, but then I eyed you working the folks, bending over like a whore in the toilets. You want this dick? Huh?” I moaned yes, but instead of giving me what I needed, Teddy pulled his fingers out of my ass, licked them one at a time savoring the taste of my hole, then told me, “Shit ain’t free – you hear me? How much cash you got on you?” Cash? He wanted me to pay him? I was the one who got paid. My hungry ass squashed further argument in my head as I dug into my pockets and realized I had no cash, but held up my bag of Tina instead. Teddy shook his head, “You need that. Not me. I got my 420 and that shit will give you Tina dick you know? Alright, here’s the deal, you got 10 minutes to get back here with $40, that is if you think you can take a real fucking.” I gaped and stammered – what? Teddy just smiled, smacked his dick a couple times making it bounce like an Olympic gymnast, then walked over and sat down in a rusty folding chair against one wall, took off his cap, pulled another joint out of a baggy he had tucked at the front, lit it, and smiled. I stood there for a second then said, “OK, I’ll be right back.” Teddy just smiled through the haze of smoke now circling his head as I stepped back out into the rain, closed the door, and ran to beat hell to the RV. Luckily Pa and Brett were both out and the RV was locked. I had tried to think of some excuse to tell them if they were there of why I had to go back out in the storm and had come up with nothing, so felt lucky. My luck then ran out as I dug out my metal box from the ceiling and realized I only had a $20 from the two guys who fucked me yesterday. Fuck. Where was the money Brett gave me? I hid my box, went into the bedroom, rifled through the various shorts and pants on the floor with no luck. Shit. Was my time up? I did grab another baggy full of powder, took two huge hits, shook the burn off, and remembered Pa’s stash. I ran to the front of the RV, pulled up the carpet under the driver’s seat, found Pa’s stack of bills, counted out two $5s and ten $1s, and dashed back outside. I stopped, turned back around, locked the RV back up, and ran as fast as I could back to the trash building. I was afraid I was late, but Teddy was sitting in the same chair smiling like he had won the fucking lottery when I stumbled through the door, soaked beyond wet as the storm had only intensified. His body looked dry now, just a little damp, and as I looked at him, my ass started twitching again and I asked, “Want to fuck me again?” Teddy put out the joint on the floor, stood up, walked over to me, turned me around, yanked my shorts down and drove his fingers back up my ass. “You got my money?” he asked. I just nodded and moaned and then sighed as he pulled his fingers out, reached down into my shorts and found the money in my front pocket. He also found my bag of powder, which he handed to me and said, “You better hit this hard, cause I’m going to hit that hole hard. I don’t like a bitch that tries to run, you understand? If you want this dick, you let me fuck how I want. You try to run and I’m done.” I swallowed hard, nodded, took the baggie, did four long snorts back to back, two in each nostril, and swayed a little bit from the rush and burn in my head. My eyes watered, my vision trembled, and it sounded like bells were ringing in my head. I looked at Teddy suddenly a little afraid, he smiled while causally stroking his dick, “Those are tornado warning sirens. The storm must have spit out a twister somewhere in the county. Unusual for a storm to do that so early in the day, but don’t worry. They never hit this part of town.” I took little comfort in his words. “Grab those ankles,” Teddy growled. I was not sure what he meant and sort of stood there until he roughly grabbed the back of my head, bent me forward, “GRAB THOSE FUCKING ANKLES I SAID.” Teddy then stepped behind me, I watched him adjust his footing, making his stance a little wider, a slight bend in his knees, and then his black horse dick started to nuzzle at my hole, eager for my sugar walls. While my body was still wet from the rain, his dick was dry, “Can you spit on it?” I asked. Teddy did not reply as he slowly folded his hands and fingers around the curve of my hipbones then pushed his body forward, piercing my hole with his dick. I gasped in pain, let go of my ankles and started to stand up when Teddy said, “Remember what I said?” My legs shook as I grabbed my ankles again and Teddy restarted his invasion of my ass. Every millimeter of raw dick felt like a thousand needles, while at the same time I was being held over an open flame. Teddy pushed harder, my hole resisted, he gripped my flesh, eased his dick out a little and slammed as hard as he could. I cried out but did not let go of my ankles. Several more times Teddy repeated the process of pulling back, then slamming in a little further, stretching me open, making my poor ass take him like he wanted. “RELAX THAT FUCKING PUSSY! DON’T FUCKING CLAMP UP! RELAX THAT PUSSY!” Teddy ordered me. I tried, I really did. My mind said I was trying anyways, but I guess my ass was not cooperating enough for Teddy. Slowly Teddy eased his dick back the length of my guts until just the head was inside my hole. I could feel his dick pulse, twitch and jump as my flesh was straining to contain him. I thought he had decided to take it easy on me and let a sigh of relief and relaxed a little, thankful for the pause in the war on my hole. I was wrong. Teddy was lulling me into submission for as soon as he felt the tension release from my body he slammed his dick into me as hard as he could. I could not help it – I screamed – jerked – flailed – and saw stars from the shock of it. Teddy paused again and started to count, “One…..Two….” I got the hint, and though I felt like I could not breathe and that I had been drawn and quartered like some Middle Age criminal, I bent back over and grabbed my ankles. This time I saw the whole fucking Milky Way and if Teddy had not been holding me in a death grip and if I had not been impaled on his dick, I know I would have fallen over. As I moaned and ached and took his fuck, I had a blinding flashback of another time – another rape – another black dick using me – Curtis. Yes Curtis. For a second my memory of the past took over the present and they were one and the same and then it was gone. What had been so vivid and clear like a flash of lightening was now clouded over again by the storms in my mind. With the storm raging outside, Teddy deep dicked me all the while telling me what a good pussy I was for Daddy. Who the fuck was Daddy? Did he mean Pa? Then Teddy started saying, “Tell Daddy you like that black dick. Tell Daddy you want that black dick in that pussy. Tell Daddy…” OK, I got it now. He was Daddy. “FUCK ME DADDY. GIVE ME THAT CUM. FUCK MY WHITE HOLE. YOU LIKE THAT WHITE PUSSY DADDY? FUCK IT HARDER DADDY. FUCK IT!!” I was lost in lust and the need to feel his black dick deeper and deeper. Teddy grunted when he let his cum fly and I pushed back on his dick eager for every drop. He then yanked his dick out of my ass, pushed me forward hard into the pile of trash bags stacked against the wall, and as I fought to create a breathing space Teddy adjusted the trash bags under me so that they elevated my hips and exposed my hole, which he jumped right back into. “FUCK BITCH, THAT PUSSY CREAMING ON MY DICK. EATING UP THAT DADDY DICK. TAKING THOSE BABIES DEEP. WANT SOME MORE BABIES? FUCK YEAH BITCH – PUSH BACK ON IT, PUSH BACK, RIDE THAT BLACK DICK, RIDE IT!” The mix of the smell of trash, the storm raging outside, the echo of my memories and his monster shredding my hole and filling me with his Texas Baby Batter was almost too much. The harder he fucked me, the harder I pushed back, and realized why I had been frustrated earlier. I need to be fucked by a real man and used right like a sissy cunt should be used – not like somebody’s church wife. Round two ended with Teddy laying on top of me, my only air coming from the small hole I created by laying my face in the crook of my arm. Teddy took his time sliding out of my ass this time and worked his two loads in nice and deep. Like a good bottom I immediately turned around, got on my knees and licked his dick clean, tasting the tang of the mix of loads, and more. Teddy went over and sat in the metal chair, fished another joint out, hit it, then offered it to me. I felt no shame standing there naked, my dick hard as shit and my ass aching for more. Teddy said, “Turn around. Let me inspect that pussy as I don’t need to be seeing your little man parts and how you keep that shit hard snorting I’ll never know.” I dutifully turned around and moaned in pleasure as Teddy fingered my cum filled hole and pushed back on his fingers wanting more. “No little man, I’m drained for now. If you want some more, come find me. And you better have those pockets lined. Nothing is free.” Five minutes later I was standing alone in the rain, my hole was throbbing from the fuck down. Before I left the trash shed Teddy had given me a list of shit he wanted me to bring him in addition to cash – sneakers, a new baseball cap, some food, a bottle of peach schnapps, and some more t-shirts. When I asked how the fuck I was supposed to get that stuff he just laughed, slapped my ass and said, “Like I give a shit bitch. You do what Daddy asks. End of discussion. You need to pay tribute to your Daddy.” So while mulling that over, as well as my hunger for more dick, I made my way towards the animal arenas and barns. The first building I ducked into and wandered around I found a couple old guys – like grandpa old – sitting in an office waiting out the storm. However, the next building I had better luck when I had no more than opened the door when I heard a boisterous “PUTA!!” followed by several men laughing. The Hispanic guy who had fucked me earlier was with several other guys, all sitting on bales of hay and embroiled in some serious card playing from the looks of the pile of cash in the middle of them. They were all smoking, drinking, and have a grand time waiting out the storm and as the party crasher, I guess they figured I had to chip something in to the party and it was my ass. After taking a few big snorts of powder and then quickly losing my powder to some grabby hands, I was naked, on my back on a bale of hay with my legs up and a thick, uncut dick fucking my cum filled ass. I was high as shit and they were just speaking Spanish, so it was a bit surreal, and all I kept thinking about was how I wished they were Teddy pounding my hole. Next thing I know, our revelry was interrupted by the sound of Brett’s voice. “What the fuck sissy? We’ve been worried sick. Pa and I have been looking for you from one side of this God damn fair ground to the other.” I glanced at Brett, the euphoria of being fucked silly all over my face as I reached down and spread my hole open with my hands so he could see the fresh cum. All I heard was Brett exclaim, “SHIT!” and next thing I knew he was buck ass naked and his dick was buried to the hilt, pounding my wet hole to beat Jesus as the Hispanic guys all hooted and hollered and egged him on. Once he got his nutt, Brett was all serious again, got me dressed, put his clothes on, and then walked me back to the RV. The rain had let up to an annoying drizzle at this point and we were met at the RV by a ferocious Pa who ranted and raved and sounded like a fucking mad man. I ignored him and stumbled to the back and dropped onto the bed. With my eyes closed everything soon faded away as I reached down and started fingering my ass, outlining my shredded hole and reveling in the copious cum that flowed out. Hmmm…. Yes, it was good being a carney whore. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 13: Drug Mule **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Part IV. We arrived at a place called BIG JOHNNY’S. The neon lettering on the roof flashed on and off. We had taken a service road off of the interstate into a seedy area on the edge of town. From the outside, you would know that this was a strip club, but there was nothing gay about it, not the pickup trucks, big rigs, and motorcycles in the parking lot, or from the crowd of rough-looking men streaming in through the front door. Dylan and Bobby took us to a side entrance and led us backstage. Calling this area ‘backstage’ makes it sound much fancier than it was. It’s behind some ratty drapes just behind the stage, sure, but there aren’t any dressing rooms. A few private booths with high backed plastic upholstered seats, and a few lit mirrors, with missing bulbs, and a few pairs of underwear and jockstraps laying around. There’s also a strong scent hanging in the air, something musty like old cum mixed with the unmistakable aroma of poppers. ‘Now what?,’ I asked Bobby. ‘You won’t have to wait long… Johnny must be with a patron, or a dancer.’ He winked at me. A slovenly overweight man lumbered out of one of the booths. He had a three-day stubble all over his face, and his chins, and appeared to be wiping some cum off of his face and into his mouth. ‘Hey boys,’ he said to Bobby and Dylan. He plopped down into a chair and they ran over to him, wrapping their arms around him. Johnny’s hands went immediately to their asses, patting them, and pulling down at the waists of their pants. He hadn’t even noticed me and my boy standing there, in our underwear, with Alex. Bobby pulled his pants off and stuck out his ass for Johnny to munch on as Dylan stripped his clothes off too and fed his boyfriend his cock. I shivered seeing the cum on Johnny’s beard working it’s way all over Bobby’s cheeks, and Johnny fingering globules of seed into his ass. It surprised me how much the contrast of these two really sexy guys getting off with this heavyset pig got me turned on. My cock was hardening and tenting out the front of my little gold pants. I saw my boy’s dick straining against the pouch of his leather jock. Johnny pulled his face out of Bobby’s ass and chuckled. ‘You guys aren’t on the schedule tonight. What gives?’ Just then, he notices me and my boy standing there, next to Alex. He waved at Alex and patted Bobby’s ass letting him know he was done munching. ‘Welcome back, Alex. You outfitted some new boys for me and my patrons?’ Alex grinned and nodded. ‘Hell yeah. They’ve been outfitted, broken in, and pre-lubed. I suggest you give ‘em both a try.’ Johnny looked at us. ‘Hmm… Pretty enough, even though one of you is a bit heavier than most of my patrons like, I think you’ll both find a crowd who is into what you’re selling…’ I knew he meant me, and I blushed. ‘Get over here and let me sample the goods! No one dances on my stage until they’ve danced in my lap and on my cock!’ There was music playing onstage, and I could see flashes of skin through a crack in the curtains, and heard hoots from the crowd, obviously enjoying the performance. Johnny nodded to Dylan and Bobby. ‘Why don’t you two run out onstage and give the guys something to really enjoy…’ The grinned and ran onstage, totally naked. The audience burst into applause and kept doing so for the next few minutes while we ‘auditioned’ for Johnny and Alex backstage… My boy and I sauntered over, with our hard-ons peeking out of our underwear, and twisted, gyrating for the filthy man who stood between us and a few hundred quick bucks. He reached out and ran his fingers over my boy’s sexy muscled chest and ass. He seemed to ignore me a bit as I felt Alex feeling me up from behind. Alex wrapped his fist around my cock, and pulled my shorts off. He spun me around, feeding me his cock, and backing my sore torn-up ass up to Johnny’s mouth. I felt a stubby fat finger pry into me. Johnny chuckled, enjoying the stream of POZ cum now leaking out of me. Not to be outdone, my boy bent over and fingered his own ass. He had two more loads inside him than I did, and pushed out hard, releasing some air bubbles and a stream of seed. Johnny mumbled something, and then lurched forward, slurping at that seed, then back to my ass. ‘These two like competition, I can tell. Let’s see who can get my load?’ He unbuckled a mammoth belt and dropped his jeans, revealing a HUGE uncut cock, shiny with someone else’s ass juice, peeking out from under his round belly. The man really disgusted me, but I was rock-hard. My boy and I knelt down, slathering our tongues around his meaty cock and hairy balls. Our tongues touched a few times, but this was not about us. It was a race to see who would get Johnny’s load. Alex stood me up and turned me around, planting my ass right onto Johnny’s cock. He speared me hard and I groaned as I sand down on it. My boy lunged forward, licking the base of Johnny’s dick as it split me in two. After a few pumps, Johnny raised me off of him and smiled at my boy as he willingly swirled that cock around in his mouth before climbing up onto it himself. He lowered himself down onto that big cock. It was so thick that streams of cum seemed to spurt out as he took inch after inch. I licked up what I could and stood, kissing my boy, now filled with a filthy stranger’s cock, and forced the seed into his mouth. After a few pumps, we switched places, over and over, always facing Alex, who was now beating his own meat. When I pulled off, Alex spun my boy around as I helped Johnny’s cock back into his ass. Alex raised his eyebrows at me and knelt down. I knew he was going to try to fit his own cock into my boy’s hole alongside Johnny’s. He held my eye contact the whole time, as my boy was filled more than he’d even been filled before, with two bare cocks, one of which I knew was POZ. My boy whimpered as Alex entered him. Alex pistoned a few times, as the audience applauded, then pulled out. He offered me a chance to double-stuff my boy. I sunk my cock right in, and there was another roar of applause. I pumped a few times as my boy’s whimpers turned to tears. ‘It’s too much! I can’t take any more!’ I pulled out as Johnny lifted my boy off of his cock. The audience booed at whatever they were watching as Johnny looked at me, ‘Think you can handle it?’ I shrugged, not sure if I was loose enough to take his meaty cock alongside Alex’ or my boy’s, but I knew I wanted to try. I faced Johnny, wrapping my arms around his hairy sweaty shoulders, and bore down on his raw cock, now slippery with our mixed ass juice and several combined loads. The audience roared at whatever was going on onstage. Alex leaned forward, and I grunted as I felt him enter me. Another roar from the crowd. He hammered away as I clenched my eyes and my jaw, trying to relax my hole. Alex pulled out, and my boy slipped in easily alongside Johnny. Another applause from the stage. Alex and my boy kept switching places until my boy bred me deeply, with possibly my first NEG load of the night, and Alex followed suit, adding his POZ cum to the mix. That sent Johnny over the edge and he bred me, holding my shoulders down so I couldn’t pull off even if I had wanted to. The audience roared with approval, as I kissed Johnny’s sweaty face, forcing my tongue into his gaping mouth. Just then, the curtains parted, and I felt spot lights on us, my ass full of degenerate cum and cock. The entire club was full of standing patrons, truckers, leather guys, and men in suits. There were several big screen televisions around the club, and they all had a live camera on us. I realized that they had all been watching me and my boy get double-fucked. Johnny patted my hip, signaling me to stand up. He took my and my boy’s hands and shuffled forward, his jeans and belt around his ankles. He bowed and applauded us as he pulled up his pants. Bobby and Dylan were naked, standing with a group of guys, cheering us on. We bowed and my boy surprised me by spinning me around and making me lean over the chair. He licked the cum out of my ass and assumed the position for me to return the favor. With both of our mouths full of seed, we kissed, passing those loads back and forth as the crowd lost their minds. Dollars were being thrust up from hands all around the room. Alex patted me on the ass and ushered me forward. ‘Now comes the fun part. Clearly, you passed the audition. Now take those dudes’ money and see if anyone wants a private dance…’ To be continued...

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Once home that evening, I was content about having been fucked and bred. I was sore but mostly happy. I still had nagging concerns about having specified that I wanted as many positive tops as possible and, the fact that the host refused completely to tell me anything about the tops. "You told me what you wanted, I delivered what I could. Let's leave it at that." He didn't seem too happy about the conversation. It seemed to me that he was still working over a problem with having to deal with positive tops and bottoms that didn't want to be pozzed. He told me privately after my gangbang that he had been forced to reconsider a previous frame of mind. He admitted that he hadn't considered the idea of bottoms seeking positive tops specifically for the purpose of being infected. He had made his quiet fame by being able to arrange gang fucks for cum-dumps and hadn't considered status previously. On the way home, cum leaking from my blissfully abused hole. I was afraid to fart since the seats in my car were cloth. I kept a happy feeling for the first few days, remembering that the host had told me that I would be a future participant in further parties. I was momentarily beside myself, considering the thought that I might not be invited back. I opened a beer, sat down at my desk and started thinking. Paul had fuelled my fantasies of being fucked by more than one guy. He had introduced me to the guy I now mentally called our host. My multiple partner/gang fuck fantasies had been happening since then. It still bothered me about the way Paul had responded. Then I wondered what I had said or done other than those parties. The second beer opened my thoughts to Paul being concerned about the HIV presence in the parties. I had pretty graphically described my thoughts of having possibly being fucked by positive tops during a couple of the parties and, in that one, readily accepting the fact and, perhaps in his mind, my cheering it on. I knew I had participated when I was convinced I was already positive. I still don't know if I had taken a "hot load" as I had learned it was phrased or not. What puzzled me at this point other than Paul's responses, was my specifying to the host that I wanted as many positive tops as possible in the party where I was the sole cum-dump. While I had enjoyed every moment of it as it happened, in retrospect, I wondered why I had acted that way. Did I actually want to become HIV positive? Or had I rebelled subconsciously against something Paul had said. I finally told myself that it really didn't matter at this point, since everything was a done deal. If I was infected, I was positive. I had insisted on as many positive tops as he could arrange and had readily taken them. I grinned for a moment at that thought and knew that I would do it again. I still hadn't heard from Paul which was concerning me less and less when I got a text from the host about an impromptu party and asked me to call him. Since I was at work, I had to find a place where I wouldn't be overheard. Shortly I was on the phone with him and asking what was up. It seemed that, strangely to him, he had received requests from several bottoms about finding positive tops to add to the breeding parties. He told me that he had decided to branch off and work those parties separately and asked me if I was still interested. Date and time was my next question. He told me he would text me that information. I was strapped to the fucking bench and felt the popper vial against my nose as I waited for the host to announce the top's entrance. I had already been in the bottom room and watched two potential bottoms leave when they learned that both of the tops tonight were indeed fully HIV positive and, potentially, multi-orgasmic. My main concern was that there were four of us bottoms which lowered the possibility of being bred unless they were REALLY multi-orgasmic. It caught me off guard when, in the breeding room, we were told that we would all be gagged which was shortly followed by my feeling something against my mouth which I later learned was a penis gag. Under other circumstances I might have enjoyed it, I wasn't happy. "Bottoms," He began, "I'm sorry that I was only able to arrange two positive tops for you since that's what you specified you wanted. Circumstances being what they are, I can't guarantee that all of you will take an infected load of cum tonight. The best I've been able to come up with was to redo the 'musical asses' idea, so, for tonight, we're going to have the tops start inside one of you and fuck you until I stop the music. Once I stop, then they move to the next bottom they fancy. This time, they don't have to go in any specific order. They can move to the next bottom, just not the same one. This will continue until we get a breeding. Then we'll let the other top continue as he pleases, bottom to bottom until the other top tells us if he's ready to rejoin. I was one of the two bottoms that got to start. His cock went inside me and I was overjoyed to be their first choice. I hoped beyond hope for a premature ejaculator, but didn't expect it. I was right. Once the music stopped, he slowly pulled out, leaving me disappointed. It took three more 'musical asses' interludes before I felt a cock against my anus again. Apparently I wasn't top hole tonight. This cock was about average compared to the first one. He slid in easily and met my ass. Hope! Hope! Hope! I wanted cum. The music started then he did. I was enjoying his thrusting. I had just been empty for too long I felt. I heard him breathing deeply and felt his rhythm falter just a bit. I was hoping! The music stopped and so did he. He was buried deep inside me and I was working my anal muscles trying to milk the load out of him. He pulled out. Three more cycles of the music before I felt a cock entering my hole. I snapped for the poppers and tried to work my anal muscles again on his cock before the music restarted. The music started and so did he. This top was aware of the size of his cock and worked slowly and deep. I was beside myself when he hit my second ring. He was clearly not the other top. I was hoping but expecting for him to be my breeder. He kept stroking me in his slow and steady rhythm and I felt so relaxed to it that I almost forgot that he only had that minute or so inside me. The music continued as did his stroking. I was so relaxed that I barely noticed a warm feeling inside my ass. My eyes went wide, hoping, but couldn't cry out or ask. The music stopped and he held himself inside me until the host ordered a change bottoms. The rest of the evening was similar. A cock stroking but, no clear declaration of cumming. Most of the time I ended up listening to music without a cock inside me which frustrated me to no end. Finally, the host announced that the evening was over which turned my mood sour. I thought I had been bred once but wasn't sure. But I had gotten what I had asked for that evening. I had been fucked. Hmmmmm.

Friday evening came and I showed up to be gang-fucked and seeded. I was led into the bottom's waiting area and started stripping down when the host came in. I greeting him but he wasn't smiling tonight. I asked if something was wrong and he answered, "Well, I've been having problems lately." I asked and he continued, "I had some problems gathering tops for you due to the positive top problem." "I don't have a problem with it." I replied. "Two other groups seem to," he responded, "The tops and the bottoms." He hesitated a moment then continued, "You've seen the reaction of some of the bottoms once they learn there are positive tops in the breeding group, so you know why I'm concerned about that. I generally don't have problems getting bottoms since so many have gang bang fantasies. Previously the problem was sorting out the ones that really wanted to live the fantasy and those who didn't. You clearly do and with a passion." "Go on." I prodded. "Now my problem is with my pool of tops. I've managed to put together a sizable pool of tops that are willing to breed willing cum-dumps on a regular basis at the drop of the hat." I nodded a bit of understanding. "I've had a problem lately with the negative tops since they've been sharing all of you with admitted positive tops. Some of them are afraid of becoming infected by sharing bottoms and are starting to refuse to participate." I understood and told him so. "So," I asked, "Where does that leave us for this evening? No one showed?" "Not as many as I expected" He looked thoughtful for a moment and continued, "I've made some decisions and I'm going to let you know about the new changes. I silently thought, 'Oh Shit! If I get fucked tonight, it's my last time.' "Starting tonight, I'm not announcing positive tops in the fucking room, only to the bottoms in this room and, this is a big AND, only if I know. From this point on, I'm not revealing status in the fucking room." "What about me after tonight?" "You'll be invited back. You've been a welcome addition to our cum-dump pool. Too ready in fact. I was somewhat scared to try to set this evening up." "I've sorry for the trouble." "The only problem I had was due to you specifying that I include positive tops." "You couldn't find any? Or too many?" "That's my secret tonight. In response to your demands, I'm keeping even the number of tops and their status from you. You are not only going to know how many tops are lined up for you, I'm not going to tell you their status, now or afterwards. That's my stand for the night, is that understood." I agreed, and asked, "What happens after tonight? Will I be invited back?" He responded that I seemed to be somewhat a favorite with several of the tops that generally participated. "Especially when they all have to wait in line for a willing hole to breed." "Tonight?" I asked. "All I'm telling you is that you're going to be fucked by more than one top tonight and that's it. You'll have to tell me afterwards how many and if you think they were positive." "Fair enough." Shortly I was wearing my blindfold, being led into the fucking room and strapped in for my latest ride, or 'being ridden'. I was somewhat distracted by the host's conversation with me as I waited for the tops to be brought in. That distraction ended quickly when I felt fingers probing my ass. "Please, " I moaned, "Please fuck me." "You want my cock boy?" "I want your cock and please, I need your cum." "You'll get it boy, give me time." "I've got nothing but time." I responded. "Breed me, please!" His cock into my ass settled that question. Fingers snapped resulted in the poppers. The head rush kicked in just as he hit bottom. All I remember about that fucking was that it took a while and I was in heaven when I heard him start his grunting, feeling his rhythm faltering and, finally, his clinching my ass to his pelvis and feeling him cumming inside me. I went into that level of ecstasy that I had been seeking for the past month or so. I had just been bare fucked and shot full of his semen. The kicker was that I had no idea who he was or his status. I might have just been made positive and it gave me a strangely warm feeling which confused me until I felt him pulling slowly out of my ass. It didn't take long to be filled by another cock, then another load of cum. I was ready to settle into that mindlessness that I had learned to love while being fucked by a number of horny bastards that I knew nothing about and wouldn't recognize if I passed them at work or in a restaurant. Then I felt that reassuring clinching of my hips that I recognized as the precursor of another load of beloved cum. I whispered, "Breed me."

That early morning meeting with Paul did not go well at all. I had managed to find a liquor store just before closing and bought a six pack of Paul's favorite imported ale. In the long run I ended up drinking it. He arrived at my place about ten minutes after I got home and his first question was did I have fun? It went downhill from there. I told him about the previous party and the results of the second HIV kit. He went quiet. After sometime, he finally asked me why I went back and stayed once I knew that one of the tops was positive. He didn't like the answer at all. I finished the second half of his beer after he stormed out. Then, being early Saturday morning, I finished the other five. A pretty good night except for that one bump in the road. Tuesday afternoon I got a phone call from the clinic telling me my test results were back. I asked about them but they told me that I would have to speak to the doctor. I was annoyed but made another appointment and made arrangements. I had forced myself to be ready for the announcement but it was hard to keep my calm. I'm normally an optimistic person but I had already been led to believe something life altering and simply expected this news to be the same. To say that I was stunned simply doesn't begin to cover it. My clinic tests had come back negative, that I hadn't been infected. I was told that simply because these tests hadn't shown any signs of infection didn't mean that much, especially if I continued having unprotected sex. The phrase, 'unprotected sex, my multiply bare fucked ass!,' ran through my mind and, thankfully stopped there. I understood the doctor's concern but it meant little to me. I loved being fucked and loaded. I was a full-fledged cum-dump junkie now. Who they are, what they do other than my ass didn't concern me. All I want from them is a good fucking and their cum inside me. The following month was far too dry. No word from Paul so I felt he had abandoned me before finding out I wasn't positive. I had messaged and left voice mails after the visit to the clinic, but he hadn't returned any of them. I had tried placing ads and some of the online services looking for bareback sex and got nothing but flakes. Braggarts describing their cocks and how they wanted to do me bare but not showing. What nagged at me the most was the texts I had sent to the breeding party host. They continued going unanswered. That's what had me really beside myself. I had participated willingly and played with my fate and health. Now nothing. I considered driving to the building the breeding parties had been held in but doubted at this point that it would do anything positive. I kept scanning ads and online services looking for some bareback action but kept coming up short for some reason. I was aggravated that I had gone from feast to famine so to speak concerning being fucked raw. I was at low ebb late Thursday evening when I got a text from the breeding party host. He wanted me to call him. I made the call and he asked if I was still interested in participating in future breeding parties. I instantly asked when the next one was. He was working on it, he responded. Strangely enough he asked me if I had any suggestions for a next party, what would I want? I knew what I wanted. Cock and more cock, cum and more cum. I said so. That, he said he could do. I asked how many bottoms he planned for the next party. He asked how many I wanted to share tops with. My mind went cold and I answered, "None. I want to be the only bottom." I had one request. "I know you've been able to arrange up to twelve tops for a session. How many do you think you could arrange for the next breeding session?" He didn't know but would start checking and asked when I wanted it to happen. I thought about it and asked him to arrange however many he could round up in by the next weekend. "Let me get this straight," he asked, "You want to be the only bottom, right?" I agreed. "And you want how many tops?" I responded, "As many as you can arrange between now and then." "Okay, I'll pull it together. Anything else?" he asked. "Yes." I hesitated then told him, "Make sure that there are as many HIV positives as you can round up in the group." The phone was quiet for over a minute. I finally heard him ask, "You want positives in your gang fuck? You're sure?" "Yes."

The next two weeks weren't quite the living hell I had expected. I did a lot of reading and contacted a local clinic listed as "Gay Friendly." Since it looked as though I had been infected, I felt that I needed to learn as much as possible so I could deal with what I had done. Still, I wanted more. I tried but couldn't reach Paul most of the first week which I took badly. I couldn't bring myself to check for any hookups. I was oscillating between wanting to be fucked and not wanting to move at all. Still, I found myself wanting more of what had caused all my new, major problem. I corrected myself. The situation provided the problem, I knew and had accepted the risk and had participated willingly. After contacting the clinic, the soonest appointment I could get was a bit over two weeks from the time I contacted. I just couldn't bring myself to believe a drug store test kit, but still wasn't holding out hope. A week and half after the last party, I got a message inviting me to another party. My first reaction was fuck it. Two hours later I had decided. If I was positive, how much more infected could I get? I wanted to be a cum-dump again. I texted back. I found myself a bit early and wondering if anyone else was going to show up or if I was going to be the single cum-dump for the night. That idea DID excite me in a strange way which make me wonder how many tops were lined up for the evening. Shortly another guy younger than me was ushered in. As with last time, he was younger and better looking, I felt. If the tops were the one making the choices, then I might be losing out. Before long two other guys showed up, one nearly my age and the other young and more fit than me. "Cum-dumps," came the now familiar voice of our host. "Hmm," he glanced at me and welcomed me back. "Tonight we've got twelve tops looking to use you for their pleasure. I was considering letting it be a round robin circle of musical asses again, but decided to do tonight what didn't happen last time. In other words, in this case, since there are four of you then twelve tops mean three each randomly assigned to fuck and breed you until they can't go anymore. How does that sound? Interested?" I was somewhat disappointed at the idea of ONLY three but hoped they would be multi-orgasmic. "Good, but conscience forces me to tell you all that we have two HIV positive tops tonight. Both volunteered the information. One is on meds which means that the likelihood of infection is negligible, nearly as safe as a negative top. On the other hand, the other positive top is not on meds and potentially infectious. I just felt you should know." The older guy and one of the younger guys glanced at each other. Shortly there were two of us. "You two are sure you understand the situation? Now that it's just you two, then that means six tops will be randomly assigned to each of you and you'll be their cum-dumps for the evening till they can't cum anymore. " I nodded. "Okay, then, let's make this happen." Shortly I was in the now familiar position, secured to the fucking bench with my ass liberally lubed for the start of the breeding party. I knew at I was about to get at least six loads and hoped they were all capable of breeding me twice. I weighed in my mind that if I got the positive top I'd be taking more infectious cum but, since I'm already probably positive, the kit said so, what the hell? "Gentlemen!" Our host's voice rang out after a door opened. "I had planned and attempted to arrange more cum-dumps for your use, but things fell through. I hope you find tonight's entertainment acceptable. Keep in mind that both of these cum-dumps know that they are here to service you and take any and all loads you provide them. There are to be no pull-outs, when you cum, shoot it completely inside them. They are cum-dumps and want your cum and as much as you are willing to gift them with. Please step to the center of the room and we'll work out which cum-dump you're gifting. Since there are two, we're assigning six of you to each and feel free to use them until you're done tonight. No limit other than your ability. It was completely different from the first two times I had been an anonymous cum-dump here. It was, however, similar to the last time when I was the sole hole. I just found myself almost jealous of not being the complete center of attention. I suppose some might have considered it humiliating to be letting man after man shoving their cocks into their ass and shooting their cum into them. Not me. I loved it since I felt that I was serving a purpose and supplying pleasure for a horny male and was happy for their horny attention. Normally I would have been hitting the poppers far more heavily but this time I was trying to keep track of how many times I was being fucked and how many loads I was taking. I was hitting the poppers as I heard the top fucking me at that moment start grunting and feeling his rhythm faltering. His pelvis met mine and held there and I paid momentary attention and drifted back to that mindlessness that I had learned to love during these gang fucks. I snapped for another shot of poppers and something crossed my mind. That thought escaped as I felt the vial against my nose and took a breath for each nostril. I knew I had just taken another load of raw cum into my ass and felt a warm glow at that thought. I felt at that moment I knew for sure what my role in life was. I was a cum receptacle for horny tops. I was a bit fuzzy for a moment and resumed counting. I had been fucked four times and something nagged at me about that last top. That thought slid away instantly when the next top took his place in my ass. Despite my haze and the amount of cum in my ass acting as the perfect lube, I needed to control my breathing as he slid into me. He was the largest cock that had ever invaded my ass and the lube and fucking hadn't prepared me for him. I heard myself whimpering and tried to keep from crying out for him to take it easy. I snapped for the poppers and hit them three or four times and took several deep breaths. His invasion of my ass slowed shortly and, I felt his hands clenching my hips as he buried his huge organ inside me. There was no question I had just been bred by him. By my count, I had been fucked eleven times and, almost felt a bit of regret that that monster cocked top hadn't taken a second round with me. Almost. Still, I guessed that I had been bred every time, hoped I had. I wanted every drop. Greedy as I was, I was still satisfied and somewhat shaky when I felt someone releasing the straps and leading me back to the bottom's waiting area. I was asked if I wanted to shower but I declined, telling him I wanted to keep all the cum as long as possible and loved seeing the stains in my underwear and jeans. I had mixed feelings during the drive home. I was soulfully satisfied at how the evening had gone and had loved every minute of it. I was enjoying the thought that there had been eleven loads of cum put into me by horny men that simply wanted to gain sexual relief and I was happy to have given them that service. I was about ten minutes from home when I got a text from Paul. I called him and he asked if he could come by. I came straight clean with him and told him where I had been tonight. He was silent for a long moment. I asked if he still wanted to drop by and the silence continued. I was just about to hang up when I heard a quiet, "Yes, I do."

I was beside myself on the way home. I was still somewhat in a haze from the poppers and the fucking. I was frightened once I came down from the high of being bare fucked and comprehended the seriousness of presenting my bare ass to an HIV cock. There was the chance I had been infected the first time without anyone knowing there was a positive top there. I was terrified that I had let myself stay and, knowingly, let myself be exposed to a known HIV positive top. Who knows? I might have been loaded more than once that night. I might have HIV and not know. It came to a head for me when Paul texted me wanting to fuck. He showed up and I told him about the last two parties I had attended and my fears. He took me to a pharmacy and bought one of the HIV testing kits. He talked to me for quite some time while we waited for the results from the kit. I still wasn't sure about the results one way or the other. I was skeptical about the accuracy of a drugstore kit. I was relieved somewhat by the results after the waiting since the kit showed me clean and uninfected. I was elated by the results enough that I hugged and kissed Paul and found myself in bed with him for the next several hours. Normally he would have stayed an hour or so and left me with one or two loads of cum. This time we cuddled at various times of the night and I felt his cock pressing against my ass and I accepted it readily. Paul is a horny bastard I found out that night. I didn't get much sleep. Not that I cared, it was a long weekend for me. I was so relieved at the test results that he could have moved in with me and I would have taken his cock every time it got hard if I could. He seemed fascinated and aroused about my cheating on him and attending the breeding parties. He kept asking me about them and it seemed to excite him enough for him to want to fuck me again. I took advantage of that and got more cum loaded into my ass by him in that night which ran into the whole weekend. I was calmer than I had been for a while when he finally left Sunday evening. I even got a goodbye fuck under the car port which I was nervous about since I wasn't sure the neighbors knew about me being gay. The next two weeks were mundane for me. I was relieved at the thought I hadn't been infected and had decided to swear off bare backing except for Paul. I had learned my lesson. It was too big a risk. Over the next two weeks it got harder to stick to that idea. I had been fucked bare by men I knew nothing about and it still excited me. I felt I was missing something even though Paul would drop by a couple times a week and seed me. Something was missing. I wasn't happy. Something was missing in my life. I finally knew what it was when my phone dinged. It was a message that there was another breeding party planned and I was invited. Dammit! I was in turmoil for the rest of the week. It surprised me to find only one other guy in the waiting area. He was younger than me and in far better physical shape. I felt inferior to him and figured that the only reason I'd be chosen tonight would be the only open hole. That was the other thought. "Hello, I'm glad you two responded to our invitation. This is going to be a different situation tonight than the previous parties. You have already noticed that you are the only two bottoms here tonight. I'm going to tell you that we have ten tops tonight ready for cum dumps." I took a deep breath at that concept, but I expected a down side. "Ten guys for us two?" I asked. He responded that, yes, there were ten tops for us. His eyes glowed for a moment then he dropped the news. "One of the tops is the same HIV positive top from last time. The plan is to have each of you bred by five each at random. If you're not interested, now is the time." The other bottom and I glanced at each other. He got up and headed for the door. I took a deep breath and told my host, "I suppose I'm the evening's entertainment now. So tell them to have their way with me. If they can cum, leave it in my ass. I'll take every load they can give." Shortly I was brought, blindfolded, and secured to a fucking bench, knowing that, if I had been told correctly, that there were ten horny fuckers ready to fuck and breed my ass and one was definitely the jackpot of HIV. Once I heard the host let the tops in, I spoke up for the first time and told them to fuck me as much and as often as they could, I wanted as much cum as possible in my ass. My phone showed 3:22 AM when I got to my car. I checked to see if the drugstore closest to my house was open on the way. It was and I bought the test kit Paul had and took it home. I didn't want to know right away. The crotch of my jeans was still moist from the cum leaking out of my ass. I know that I took at least ten loads but I'm sure there was more which I happily took. P.S. I'm pregnant.

I had to go back once I learned there was going to be another breeding party. Despite the possibility that I might have gotten a load or more of positive cum and my blood running cold when I saw the invitation on my phone, I knew I would go back. I had to have that bare cock. I began obsessing about being semi bound and waiting for the cock and knowing that once the music stopped, a completely different cock would be inside me, about to fuck me, maybe leave a load inside my ass before the music stops. His cock would remain inside me until the music stops. I wanted that again. I had lost count of how many loads I had taken and still didn't know if I had taken a load from the poz guy. I just wanted more. I was torn about telling Paul. Our relationship hadn't been anything more than fuck-buddies but I sort of felt I should have told him about my going back. Almost as a thank you for introducing me to the guy that was organizing the parties. I didn't. I just went. "I'm glad to see some of the bottoms from the last party back. Welcome back. " I didn't recognize anyone but those of us that had participated nodded. There was more than five of us this time. "I'm about to explain the rules to tonight's party which are different than last time. This time, of course, you'll all still be blindfolded so that you'll still be fucked anonymously. You won't know anything about the tops fucking you." I trembled at the thought, aroused as hell. "You'll all be strapped to the fucking benches as before, but this time you'll be completely strapped down. Your hands will be secured this time as well. Those who use poppers will have access to that by snapping your fingers. You'll be served. Anything else, let Charles here know." I made sure I could snap my fingers. "Now, " he got very serious, "Here's the caveat. Tonight we only have three tops. You'll all be fucked, so don't worry about that. You might not get cum tonight, that's part of the problem tonight. The other thing you need to know ahead of time is that one of the three tops is HIV positive. He's told us ahead of time. So if that is a deal breaker you need to leave now." No one left. Surprisingly, I was one of them still. I don't want to get HIV. I don't know if it was the host or Charles that led me to my fuck bench, but they did know how to secure me to it. I wasn't able to move anything but my head. I snapped my fingers and a vial of poppers met my nose quickly. I took a huge shot of them and waited for the rush. "All right Bottoms!" Our host announced, "We are about to start, so here are the rules. There are 6 bottoms being serviced by three Tops. Ordinarily that would mean some of you might not get a load of cum. All three tops tonight are multi-orgasmic so there's a much better chance you'll all get at least one load tonight. Keep in mind that one of these multi-shooters is HIV positive so there's a chance that at least one of you could leave here infected tonight. Good luck however you take that statement." I snapped my fingers again, trying to deal with the idea that I might leave here tonight positive. The rush of the poppers made my hole tingle. "Tonight I'm going to use the 'Musical Asses' idea, just a little different. Tonight I'm going to stop the music after a minute so that the top can service as many of you as possible tonight. Tops, choose your bottoms." I took a deep breath, hoping I would be chosen to start. I wasn't. I heard the music stop and took a deep breath against the hope I was one of the top's next hole. I still wasn't. The music restarted. I could hear sounds of raw, male on male sex. I heard bottoms grunting and, presumably the verbal responses from the tops. The music stopped again and my eyes went wide behind the blindfold. I felt the head of the top's head against my hole and slowly thrust completely into me. I was full. His cock filled me with absolutely no pain but just a bit of knowing something was there that didn't belong. I loved it and told him so. Apparently I was too loud. "Bottoms will remain quiet or be gagged, is that understood?" I felt the organ probing my ass throb. The music restarted and he began fucking me by slowly pulling almost completely out and thrusting as deep as possible. I was guessing I was the third hole his cock had been in so far and was hoping to make him cum by working my anal muscles. He moaned slightly just before the music stopped. Dammit! Two more music cycles and no cock. I was becoming frustrated at this party but knew I couldn't do anything about it at this point. Next stop of the music found a cock slipping into me easily. He wasn't very large, but was rather long. It was a bit uncomfortable with his cock completely inside me once his pelvis met my ass but, after snapping my fingers and getting two large hits of poppers, I decided I loved his cock. I loved it even more once the music restarted. For some reason, despite the initial discomfort, once he pulled back and thrust back in, he hit some magic spot that almost made me orgasm. That feeling didn't last but he hit that magic point often enough that I was almost ready to shoot a load myself when the music stopped. He held himself inside me long enough to make me hope he was shooting his load. If he did, he didn't indicate it, nor did the host. I found myself somewhat disappointed with this party since I wasn't getting the amount of cock I had during the previous party. That was when the host's words ran through my mind again. " Keep in mind that one of these multi-shooters is HIV positive so there's a chance that at least one of you could leave here infected tonight." All the sudden I wasn't so sure I wanted cum in my ass. "Tops," he suddenly announced, "I'm going to change the rules here a bit. Have any of you cum yet?" Apparently none of them had. "Since all of you have had the opportunity to sample all of the bottoms, I'm sure you might have decided which ones you want to breed. I'm now going to stop the music at my discretion, but you get to choose which bottoms you fuck. Is that acceptable?" Apparently it was. I felt a cock enter my ass and settle, pelvis against my ass. "The only thing now is that once you've cum, you have to move to one of the other bottoms. Let's be fair to them all, since these cum-dumps have come here to serve you and take you without ever knowing who you are. Perhaps you might consider rewarding them all." Once the music started, I remembered the way this particular top had fucked me and worked my anal muscles despite that quietly nagging thought that I might be trying to work a load of cum out of an HIV positive cock. I snapped my fingers, took a huge shot of poppers and relaxed to the fucking. Since I had done the poppers that heavily, I hadn't realized that our host had let the music run longer. I didn't hear my present top change his breathing and he wasn't particularly vocal, but I suddenly guessed that he had bred me when he plunged into me and held my ass tight to his pelvis for quite a bit of time. I think I felt a warmth inside me and hoped that he had just cum while also hoping he wasn't the positive top. Once the music stopped, our host announced the first breeding of the night. I felt a warm feeling about my being the first but was still concerned about the HIV. "We have our first breeding of the night! The top might take a few minutes to rest and rejoin but we are going to continue for the other two." Apparently, out of order I felt a cock plunge into my ass before the music restarted. I was happy to have it but, suddenly, realized that, if the other guy wasn't the positive, this one might be. I snapped my fingers again. Apparently this top was that close to cumming. I felt him grabbing my hips and holding himself into my ass for a noticeable time before the music stopped. Our host announced the second breeding of the night. He had, absolutely, cum in me. The tops were apparently multi-orgasmic. Either that or there were some tops that our host hadn't told us about and sneaked them in. I ended up fucked four or five more times and, puzzling to me, apparently got bred three more times that evening. This evening wasn't as physically demanding as the previous party and I was pretty much aware of what was happening. I know for a fact that I had taken at least four loads of cum from the tops. I had conflicting feelings since I wanted to be fucked bare and take loads inside me but didn't really want to be infected. "Bottoms!" Our host announced, "We're about to have the final round since the tops have told me that they've got to leave soon. I'm going to let them breed whichever bottom they choose to, no music, no time limit. The ones not being fucked to breed will be released to the waiting area so that they can leave if they wish." I snapped my fingers, got my shot of poppers, not sure if I was hoping to be chosen or released. I felt a hand on my ass just before his cock plunged into my slick, sloppy ass. I took a deep breath or three once I accepted I was going to be one of the last three bred and was going to get another load of cum. I was just praying that he wasn't the positive one. "Tops," he finally announced, "Let the final breeding begin." I felt the top's cock pull slowly out and plunge in. This was the fucking I was far more used to. Once the cock was plunging in and out, I knew I was going to get cum. Paul had led me to love being fucked bare and I had quickly learned to love having him shooting his hot load of cum inside me. Now I was just a cum-slut taking cock from a man I didn't know, hadn't seen, knew nothing about and was enjoying taking every inch of his cock as it plunged into and pulled out. I forced myself to control my breathing while waiting for him to finish. I had no idea how many times this top had cum but knew that it always took longer after cumming. Though I was enjoying the fucking, I was beginning to wonder if my top had overestimated his ability to deliver another load of cum. Suddenly his rhythm faltered and I felt him meet my ass. This time I was sure I felt a load of cum being shot into my ass. I took a short breath and snapped my fingers for the poppers which were under my nose immediately. As the rush of the poppers flowed over me I heard him telling me, "I hope you got what you wanted." My blood ran cold.

Poz for a year. Collecting. No meds.i top eager holes

Part 2 I looked around and realized we were attracting quite a crowd. Probably 20 people, both guys and girls had gathered, many with cell phones recording what was about to happen. Many of the people I saw there were from school and church and now I was lying naked in front of them with my best friend next to me being seduced by two powerful men. Jordan came close to us and whispered “Don’t be afraid baby you will enjoy what’s about to happen and it will change you forever”. James came up to the table and told us that we had the two sweetest asses he’d ever seen and it would be a pleasure to have the chance to 'breed' us. Paul, who looked very frightened asked timidly what 'breeding' meant. Jordan chuckled and said “We are going to fuck you baby and both of us are going to fill your sweet virgin asses with our hot cum.” I heard Paul whimper “Oh dear god no” as he reached out and grabbed my arm. I was not expecting to hear Jordan's explanation, and I, like Paul, was frightened. James flipped Paul on to his stomach and Jordan did the same to me, remarking “Goddamn those asses are perfect. Time to open them up.” I felt Jordan’s hands on each cheek of my ass pulling the crack open. I felt something warm and wet and realized he had just spat on my hole. I looked over to see James bury his face in Paul’s ass. Paul threw his head back and moaned. The next think I felt was Jordan’s tongue lapping at my hole. Then suddenly the tongue penetrated the rim. The feeling was exquisite and I involuntarily pushed back to feel more. Jordan started to laugh and said “You're going to be hot little slut, baby.” Suddenly I felt Paul grab my hand and whimper “Oh my god.” James had stopped tonguing his hole and was now burying a finger into him. He pushed in a second and said “Fuck he is tight! It’s going to be fun tearing him open.” Paul arched his back and moaned and squeezed my hand tightly. Jordan’s tongue was now replaced by two fingers in my hole and I let out a long moan as he shoved them into me and worked them around. I turned my head towards the crowd that had gathered and saw Emily standing there next to Aaron who was rock hard with his own huge penis and rubbing her shoulders. Jordan saw me looking at her and he shoved his fingers deeper into me with one hand and pulled me back up towards him with the other and began kissing me passionately. I could feel the metal ring and his massive penis pushed against my back and I realized everyone could see how hard my penis was. I moaned loudly and uncontrollably. “Time to breed this one” I heard James say as he turned Paul on his back. He pulled Paul’s small body up to his and kissed him. Paul at first resisted but slowly his mouth opened and he willingly allowed James’s tongue, which moments ago had explored his ass, to enter his mouth and play with his tongue. Paul wrapped his arms around James’s beautiful body and I watched Paul’s penis harden too. James laid Paul back down and then pulled him so his ass was at the edge of the table. James took a step back and I could now see his rock hard penis. I gasped as did many in the crowd. It had looked long before but now fully engorged it seemed to have grown even longer. He turned to Aaron and asked for lube. Aaron handed him a container and he handed it to me. “Get my cock ready to fuck your friend” he said to me. I squirted some of the liquid on his penis and rubbed it up and down the shaft. “Get it all covered because this is all going in his body” James said. I got a closer look at the tattoo on his navel and finally recognized it. The tattoo was the symbol for 'biohazard', a symbol I had seen in the chemistry lab at school. I thought it was a bit strange thing to sport such a tattoo, but then looking back I was so naive. James’s penis was just throbbing as I put more liquid on it. There was some fluid oozing from the tip that Jordan told me was called 'pre cum'. Jordan pushed my head down by Paul’s ass and told me to lick it to get it wet. I put my tongue in and heard Paul moan. I pulled my head back as James positioned his penis up against Paul’s tiny hole. There was no way that massive body part could fit into that tiny area. Jordan leaned down next to me and whispered, "Watch how his hole will accept his cock. Your ass will shortly accept mine." Only inches away, I watched the huge tip begin pushing against the hole. James pushed and pushed some more and nothing happened. Suddenly, he pushed harder and the head disappeared inside Paul. I felt Paul’s body stiffen and he screamed “Oh my god! Oh my god! Please, no!” James pulled back slightly then forward and another two inches went in and Paul screamed again. He pulled back almost all the way out and pushed forward again. There was about four inches still not inside of Paul. “Take it out! Take it out! It hurts so badly” Paul cried as he tried to squirm away from the onslaught. Jordan pulled me up and remarked "You need to hold your friend in place so James can fuck the rest of his cock into him. It’s going to hurt him for a while but once James gets him open he will love it.” I climbed up and took Paul in my arms. He was crying. “Please Caleb stop him, he’s so deep in me, I can’t take any more!” he begged. I lied to Paul and told him it was only a little more to go. I held Paul tight as James pulled his penis almost all the way out. He slid back in again but still had over two inches to go. This time James pulled all the way out and spit on the head of his penis, and turning to Jordan remarked "It's time to open that second ring.” Jordan smiled and James pushed into Paul forcefully and did not stop until his scrotum was pressing against Paul’s ass. Paul’s entire body stiffened, his head snapped back with his mouth open to scream but nothing was coming out and his legs shot straight up with his toes curled like fists. J ames pulled back and pushed in again and again. He grabbed Paul by the ankles and spread him wide open. Slowly James picked up the pace. His long penis pulling nearly out before taking the long trip back deep into Paul’s small body. Paul’s head snapped from side to side with each stoke, his hands digging into the blanket covering the table and his eyes wide open and full of fear. "You're going too deep! You're gonna kill him” I yelled. James’s just smiled and continued the pounding. Suddenly, Paul looked back up at me and his eyes appeared to roll up in their sockets. His body relaxed and his legs tried to wrap around James’s massive body. The contrast of Paul’s thin pale white body being pummeled by the massive dark muscled body of James was stunning. Screams of pain were being replaced by moans of ecstasy with each trust of the long black penis he was impaled on. I looked around the yard to see the crowd had grown. Jordan pulled me over towards him and I looked at his massive cock with the metal ring. There was a long string of precum dripping from it. I suddenly realized that in a matter of minutes it would be inside of me and I would be experiencing the agony and the ecstasy that Paul was now feeling. I heard a scream from the crowd and looked over to realize that Linda had returned to find us and was witnessing her boyfriend being ravaged by a man. Paul saw Linda too but turned back to James and reached up and wrapped his fingers in James’s dreadlocks and pulled him forward and they locked in a deep kiss. James looked into Paul’s eyes and said “Are you ready for me to breed you, do you want me to fill your body with my hot cum and knock you up?” As James picked up the pace Paul screamed “Please breed me, I want to feel your cum inside me.” Suddenly Jordan grabbed me and pushed my head down by Paul’s ass ordering “Watch your friend get filled, kid. Your turn is next.” I could feel Jordan’s tongue back on my ass and I moaned again, even as I saw James’s cock was pounding harder now and I could hear Paul keep screaming “Oh god yes!” James began to moan loudly. He arched his back and every muscle on his beautiful glistening body seemed to tighten as he pushed every inch of his penis deep up into Paul. James’s scrotum began to pulse as he exploded inside of Paul, who exclaimed "I can feel you! I can feel you filling me!” At the same moment Paul's hard penis erupted in three shots of semen which shot involuntarily across his chest, face and into his hair. James collapsed onto Paul’s small body and laid there for a minute. He kissed Paul and slowly began pulling out of him. As he pulled out a large amount of semen came with it. The semen was tinged in red, which I knew must be Paul’s blood coming from the rips inside him caused by the pounding he had just received. James climbed up next to Paul’s head and fed him his now softening penis and Paul willingly licked off the cum, blood and whatever remained of his once virgin ass. Jordan’s fingers were now back in me and he kissed me softly. “I’m a lot bigger than James, so this is going to really hurt at first and tear you up inside. Do you want me to be the first to breed you?” he whispered to me. I looked in his eyes and looked down at the gigantic penis between his legs and answered “Hell, yeah. I want you inside of me.” I was flipped on my back and Jordan grabbed me by the ankles. My heart was pounding as I looked around me. James was holding Paul in his arms as they prepared to watch me lose my virginity. The crowd around the table of spectators had to be more than thirty. Cellphone cameras were everywhere. Emily stood there with Aaron who was holding her from behind as she watched her boyfriend give himself to this gorgeous black man. Aaron approached and applied some lube to the head and metal ring on Jordan’s penis saying "Fuck his brains out, Uncle Jordan.” Jordan’s penis pressed against my hole and I could feel the coldness of the ring. Jordan leaned forward and kissed me and said “Give me your ass baby.” I could feel my hole resisting the pressure and then suddenly it felt a flash of burning hot pain. My hole was opening and the pain was blinding. Jordan kept pushing slowly ever deeper. “Please take it out” I begged but the pressure continued. “Oh god James, this one is so tight. You can feel his little hole slowly stretch and open.” Suddenly I felt a painful popping followed by the sensation of being completely filled. His penis head and ring had won the battle. He was in. He continued to push and I tried to squirm away from the huge monster that was invading my body. “Don’t run baby, let me in.” He pulled back a little and pushed in again and I could feel him slowly moving deeper inch by inch. My body was tense and he grabbed my nipples and twisted and I screamed and he pushed in more. “Fuck I need somebody to hold his legs apart so I can spread his ass and get it all in,” Jordan commented. James laughed and said “You’ve never gotten all that thing into anybody.” “I’m getting it all inside this little slut,” Jordan grunted as he pressed ever deeper. The pain was so intense that I just closed my eyes and pleaded with him not to tear me in half. I suddenly felt activity around me and realized there were new hands griping my legs and spreading me wide open. It was Aaron who was holding my right leg and then glanced to my left and, to my amazement, Emily was holding the left. Aaron’s hard penis was inches from my lips. Emily smiled and pushed my head toward the shaft and Aaron moaned as it slid into my mouth. As Aaron slid into my throat he leaned over and kissed Emily. With my legs split wide open, Jordan spit on the part of his penis still not in me and then he grabbed my ass cheeks pulled them apart and lunged forward. His penis pushed through what felt like another opening inside of me. I screamed but it was muffled by Aaron’s penis deep in my throat. I felt Jordan’s balls slap against my ass. He pulled all the way out and straight back in. His ring dragged across something inside me which sent waves of pleasure through my body. The pain was horrible but the ecstasy was mind blowing. “You’ve got him now Uncle Jordan” Aaron gleefully remarked. Jordan pulled all the way out again and slammed back in as Aaron pulled his penis out of my mouth. I moaned “Oh my god, it’s so big!!” I could feel him filling places in my body I didn’t know existed. “Holy shit you got it all in his tiny little ass” James laughed, adding “that’s got to fucking hurt.” Aaron told Emily to take her hand and place it at the bottom of my abdomen right below by navel. She did and Jordan pulled back and drove himself deep twice. Emily looked stunned and turned to me and said “Oh dear Jesus Caleb, I can feel him inside of you.” After a few more slams deep into me Jordan pulled his penis out. I felt so empty without his body inside of mine. He rolled me over and told me to get up on my knees. I knelt with my ass up in the air facing him. Aaron stood up in front of me and pulled Emily to her feet. He kissed her passionately and untied her swimsuit which fell to the table. I was seeing Emily naked for the first time and she was beautiful, but I knew I wanted Jordan back in my ass. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me and I wanted to feel the cum from his body shooting into mine and experience the same ecstasy Paul had just experienced. Looking back at him, I saw his totally engorged penis and generous traces of blood on the metal ring - my blood. I bent down keeping my ass up and rested my head on the table. I was breathing heavily anticipating the pain that was about to return. He grabbed me by my shaggy hair and pulled it back so I was looking at Emily. “Tell her what you are feeling” he said and he pushed the head inside me. I screamed “Oh my god it burns like fire.” He pulled out and pushed back in slowly “I can feel every inch, I feel the ring moving in me. I don’t want it to ever stop!” I could feel those beautiful muscled thighs slam up against me and I reached back to feel his muscles tensing as he began to pound me hard. I was falling forward so he grabbed my hair with one hand and put the other around my throat and started to jack hammer me. All I could do was moan and scream as wave after wave of pain and pleasure swept through me. Emily grabbed Aaron’s penis and directed into my open mouth again. It tasted so good and I sucked and licked it. Aaron began to pound my mouth and throat while Jordan hammered me from behind. I reached up to touch the smooth contours of Aaron’s beautiful body and reached around to grab his firm ass and pull him deeper into my throat. Aaron looked into my upturned eyes and said “I’m going to fuck your girlfriend before this night is over. “ Emily was moaning and I realized Aaron had shoved several fingers into her vagina. Aaron was breathing hard and grabbed my head with both hands, I could feel the wetness from Emily’s vagina on his fingers and I felt his penis growing harder in my mouth. “Fuck!! I’m cumming” he yelled and exploded. Jet after jet of hot semen shot into my mouth and throat. It was so salty and I swallowed as fast as I could. He pulled his softening penis out of my mouth and put his arm around Emily saying “Get me hard bitch so I can fuck you.” Emily knelt down and started sucking his penis. With that Jordan pulled out and flipped me back on my back. “It’s breeding time." This time he pulled his body up on top of mine. The warmth and wetness of his skin and muscles felt incredible pressed against my body. His penis was pressing up against my tingling hole. He looked in my eyes and said “I’m going to fuck you now and breed you baby. I want you to know my cum is poison to you. All three of us have HIV and your friend Paul was probably infected when James fucked him. Now I’m going to infect you, are you ready?” I was stunned by what he had just told me but my desire for him was overwhelming. I looked over at Paul and James and saw that they were both hard and kissing intensely. I glanced at Emily who was sucking and licking Aaron’s penis which was again hardening. I turned to Jordan and answered softly "Please do whatever you want to me. I need you to breed me.” Jordan kissed me as he slid his penis slowly back into me. I could feel every pulsing vein in it as slid inch by inch deep into my body. When is balls touched my ass I involuntarily exclaimed "Oh, dear god!” I wrapped my arms tightly around his back and he slid his strong arms around my small body and pulled me tightly to him. We kissed and then it began. He gradually picked up the tempo. His balls slapped hard against me. The pain I had felt before was gone. Only wave after wave of pleasure each time the penis made its trip back and forth. Something strange started happening inside of me, feelings I had never imagined grew stronger. My penis was so hard it felt like it would rip open. We both were in total ecstasy and we were moaning and screaming uncontrollably. Everyone watching the scene were mesmerized by the passion we were experiencing. I wanted it to go on forever. I could feel his muscles rippling as I watched his perfect firm ass going up and down as he ravaged me. “It’s time baby! Time to make you mine!” Jordan grunted as his penis seemed to expand and become even harder. “Oh God!! You’re so big!!” I yelled. Jordan pushed in me as deep as he could and I knew what was about to happen. He arched his back. His eyes were rolling back in his head. I felt a slight throb from his scrotum which was pressed against my ass. Then his whole penis throbbed and throbbed again. I could feel hot jets of cum coating me inside. He pulled back slightly and throbbed again. The warmth and the throbbing in that spot put me over the edge. I could feel my own cum rushing toward my penis. I reached for it but Jordan was on top of me with my penis trapped between our bodies. I erupted with shot after shot of semen. “Fuck yeah,” Jordan commented, adding “My baby just blew his last negative load." Jordan slowly withdrew his penis from my ravaged ass. I could feel the still warm cum leaking from my open hole. His penis was dripping with red tinged cum. He dragged his penis through the puddle of my cum pooled on my stomach, and climbing up to my head and told me to lick him clean. I opened my mouth and cleaned off the remains of his cum, my blood, my cum and the remnants of my once virgin hole. As I lay dazed I could hear and feel activity next to me and heard a female scream. I turned to see Emily lying next to me as Aaron drove his penis into her virgin vagina. His body was so perfect and I was jealous, not that she was giving herself to him first, but because I wanted his beautiful body on top of and inside me. Kissing her to try and keep her from screaming Aaron pounded her mercilessly. When she started to moan with pleasure he knew he had her. She looked at him and began pleading “Please don’t cum in me! I don’t want to be pregnant, I don’t want AIDS!” Aaron was not stopping and even picked up his tempo as he replied “Here’s my seed, bitch!” Aaron began moaning and I knew the flood of cum like he had just fed me was about to blow into Emily, and sure enough, Aaron grunted “I’m cumming!” As he did so, Emily’s body convulsed in total orgasm as Aaron’s sperm shot into her womb. Afterwards Aaron pulled out and, having crawled over to me, he fed me his penis to tongue-clean. I complied without hesitation. Jordan and James then picked Paul and me, and carrying us in their arms, carried us back towards the house. "What are we going to do?" I asked, my head resting against Jordan’s chest. "We're gonna clean you up, get some sleep and then we have more plans for you both tomorrow."

I think the pulling out and then pushing the cum back in is more for the viewer/buyer of their scenes or subscriber to their website to show the cum/load. After all, when you cum in a guy's ass the viewer doesn't get to see the load or amount of cum the top is shooting in his bottom, unless the bottom pushes it out (and I saw a lot of comments on Xtube that "fake cum" is used, probably they mean Fort Troff's cum lube, don't know if this is true or not). Don't forget this is commercial, to make money. Same as with studios. Buyers want to see cum and lots of it, which you don't if the top shoots all of it in the guy's ass and you don't get to see any of it. In private you might want and get it all up your ass (in my case at least LOL), but for commercial purposes it's probably better to do the cum/pull out/shove it back in thing. Sells more. At least, that is what i think but could be wrong....

Hey, pigs -- working on the latest installment today. Inspired by last night's experience of getting to the point with a hot, twisted top and being his trashy slampig all night long...

I took my Son to the hospital on 6th November so we could get the results of the tests on the bloods the Doc's had taken a couple of weeks before. We were both quietly confident that a combination of My HEP C virus being good and potent right now and an INTENSE, DEDICATE & FREQUENT PROGRAMME. We'd been mainly doing: DIRECT DELIVERY (rig drawing the MAX it would hold and immediately into his vein) - mostly mixed with METH. DRY FISTING my Sons cunt, getting the ground prepared by tenderising it and once nicely mashed using a RIG TO SPIKE THE HEAD OF MY DICK until it was my BUG LOADED BLOOD was running good then a good long grinding fuck with my BLOOD as the only lube Also (my personal favorite) sharing BIG TOYS used hard on each other so they were coated with DNA - Liked it because I got to take his juices in me, so more "sharing and bonding" with him. Usually it was the boy reminding me that it had been "a couple of hours since his last BUGGING" immediately followed by him asking if he could have another one now - made me smile every time... Also made me FUCKING PROUD and as HORNY AS FUCK that he was not a passive receiver of my HEP C, but a PREDITORY and FOCUSED CHASER!! Anyhow My Son and I are WELL PLEASED TO REPORT THAT WE GOT A VERY POSITIVE RESULT!!!! He's as pleased as fuck and one HAPPY PIG. ME, Yeh there's a little macho pride in me SCORING A DIRECT HIT FIRST TIME. I'm just as happy to give this TWISTED LAD what he wanted. We BOTH feel that our BOND SOLID and MORE SO now that it will always be a fact and nothing will change this..... HE GOT HIS DISEASE FROM HIS LOVING FATHER. We've already decided on our first action now our initial goal has been reached.......ANY BUG HUNTING PIGS ARE INVITED TO GIVE ME A SHOUT...... We would like to offer and DOUBLE DOSE HEP C POZING TO ALL COMERS where we can make the logistics of getting together work. If you want a "reference" to suggest if you're going to GET THE BUG?? That'll be provided by my Son who'll be next to get his BUGZ into you. Why we want to do this you ask??? Simple, he's like a kid with a new toy - wants to use it asap. We both appreciate the bonding qualities for us in working together to the same objective as equals... OH YEh, ITS WELL TWISTED AND HORNY. So come on YOU BUGS CHASERS, If you ***GENUINELY WANT THIS GIFT, THEN WE'D CONSIDER IT AN HONOUR TO HELP A FELLOW PIG*** PLEASE.... GENUINE REQUESTS *O*N*L*Y*. At the same time come on PIGS, take control, take the opportunity, and take the next step along the TWISTED ROAD!!!