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Rob and myself had made plans to test out the dark world of evil men and substance abuse. Yes! we both had been into "pnp", chem-sex for quite some time but felt it had become stale and not as "on the edge" as we first enjoyed it. Rob and I had joined some on-line Satanic Worship groups and had also met a few very wickedly handsome Masters who enjoyed us newbie Satanic slaves who were so ready to submit to Sarah Palin and his earthly Lord & Master . Boss Owner of slaves, was an older man of early sixtys, tall and of soilld white stock with a mscular upper body, thick upper legs and a firm round bubble butt. His, firm, tan body was covered with dark hair with his skull shaved smooth and a masculine go-t. His scar built nipples were pierced with heavy guage rings as was his mushroom head on his dick. Thick, long and veiny, Boss's proud tool of Domination and Power hung front and center and was to be serviced worshipped and pleasured. As slaves that was a more than an eager sericeto perform. I just finnished shaving my whole body head to toe smooth and hairless. That way any custom made leathers and gear would fit perfectlysnug and tight to every part on the body Boss perfed hairless slaves as so not one thing gets in way of their use and abuse. cock and ball rings and stretchers were put on then my super tight unlined black leather jeans were pulled up my legs and over my ass cheeks with a thick belt closing it all in but all so buldging out. harness boots, a chest harness and bar vest open to the chest was my look. i tied my full leather slave hood and locking bondage collar with metal chain lead to my side belt. just in case i meet a MASTER who wants to hood n collar me in public. only three fresh rigs left and no product to fill them with. i like to slam and with the real good stuff pure crystal shards that have an extra kick or chemmical bite to them and a good overwhelming sexperv rush once slammed hard into my vein. got to call my dealer and see if i can pick it up on my way out to the bars tonight. Brent was my meth and other substance dealer. if you needed it he could get it and it was always good shit. Brent had been in prison for a few years for dealing and was proud of it. he was not black but acted like a black bro with his speech, body language and his hair was done in tight cornrows. most of his buds were black guys who also were dealers, hustlers and your basic street thugs. they were always around Brent and i even had to go through them at his front door, once buzzed in they would follow me down to his basement office where many of his deals were made. i showed up in full leathers with the black guys looking at me. "thats cool man, you lookin like Shaft" White boy want to be black? Boy wanna have black man in it? we were already in Brents office as two of the big black thugs were mandhandling me like a side of beef. i was getting a bit horny as the two of them had very large cocks trying to get out of there pants. One black dude liked the leather clad body and said i wanna fuck ur ass, boy. You a tweaker boy? i know u are cause your here to buy shit. by now i was forced back down and onto a couch with one of the black dudes pressing his whole body down on mine and holding back my wrists. I wanna slam you full of meth boy and then have a black mans way with a white boy. your gonna like it cause im gonna give it to ya nice and strong and then ur gonna be begging for it, greedy fuckchempig so ass horny for our long and thick black dicks. Brents voice could be heard from across the room, "got some real strong stuff from Mexico if you wanna try it out on this pig. hes one of my regular customers and i dont think you two will have any issues with him. before i knew it i was up and bent over a table with my hands cuffed behind me. the black guy hooded my head real tight and locked it all in with my collar. my jeans were pulled down to my boots with ass exposed and horny black me about. i then felt a cold swab of my arm behind me and a tie off. then without a word a sharp prick and "are you filming this" from one guy before my whole body started to hot rush and flash as my dick driped and my ass caught fire i begain to go wild with chem injected mind and body sexual use and abuse. i heard them laugh out as i became a drooling, oversexed drugged fuckslamslut. before i could start begging for cock both my ass and mouth were filled with thick african man meat. i was theres and belonged to them as they controled me as i so wanted it. a white slave for black Tops. all night long i was slammed and fucked while being locked or cuffed down, helpless without any escape. my legs chained high over my head and arms spread out i could see a black guys reaction as he held his dick in my hole and at same time slammed an arm vein. he smilled and grined a wicked smerk as he pushed down the plunger sending all the meth into me his deep within me cock became harder and fuller as he felt the rush i felt in my ass wall tissue. "i like to drug and fuck whites til they are raw, red, bloody, sore and loaded with black mans man juice.

Part II. ‘Wait… I just wanted to play with you two,’ Sam said, seeming more excited than scared. My boy stroked his hair as he ran his fingers through the fresh cum on Sam’s chest, ‘You came here for cum, right? You’ll get cum… As much as you can handle… Maybe more… Maybe something extra…’ Sam just nodded. ‘Lean back,’ my boy ordered, ‘Play with your hole.’ Sam’s eyes glazed over as he leaned against the wall, exposing his hole. I had loosened it up when I ate him before blowing my load, so Sam’s fingers didn’t meet much resistance as his worked a digit in to the first knuckle. My boy grabbed Sam’s wrist and brought it to his chest, smearing my cum onto his fingers. ‘Work that seed into your hole, boy. I promise it’ll feel better.’ Sam nodded and scooped a big glob of cum up; he shuddered as he smeared it first onto, and then into his quivering ass. He’d never taken a load before, and mine was the first up his guts. ‘Yeah, Sammy,’ my boy encouraged him, ‘Show us that pretty hole. Get us all worked up so we give you our cum!’ Sam got excited about putting on a show for his new friends and worked two fingers into his hole as far as they would go. My boy leaned forward and lapped up a wad of cum, then spat it right onto Sam’s asshole. Sam groaned as he added a third finger to his slackening boypussy. My boy’s friends shouldered their way forward to get a better look. One was short and stocky, covered front and back with black body hair. He fisted his cock and nudged my boy out of his way. ‘You want my cum, boy?’ Sam nodded in anxious approval. ‘Here is comes!!!!!’ He shot his sticky load directly onto Sam’s ass and fingers. ‘Work my load into your ass, boy! Take my cum!’ Sam looked a bit apprehensive. ‘Then let me do it!’ The man smacked Sam’s sticky fingers out of his hole and started grinding his bare cock against it. ‘I’ve… I’ve never been fucked!!!! I’m not ready!!!’ The man grinned over his shoulder and me and my boy. ‘I won’t fuck you, boy. Just gonna put my cum where it belongs…’ The man smeared his still-oozing cock into Sam’s asscrack and leaned forward. His weight spread Sam’s legs and hole wider. The man groaned as the last drops of cum oozed directly into Sam’s open butt. This boy had just taken his second load of cum and still hadn’t been fucked, but our seed was mixing inside him all the same. The stocky bear moved out of the way and another guy stepped forward, old enough to Sam’s father. He was balding except for grey patches of hair over his ears and a long well groomed mustache. He was a bit overweight, with a roundish belly, but carried himself in a very sexy way. He also had a HUGE thick hard cock. The man was naked except for a pair of trouser socks and dress shoes. I figured he went for the boys with a daddy fetish, but he didn’t give poor Sammy a choice. The man leaned forward and pulled apart Sam’s ass cheeks. The man looked at me, ‘Help me open him up some more…’ My boy and I stepped forward, each grabbing a thigh and spreading Sam wider open than he had ever likely been before. The man dove in, licking both sides of Sam’s crack, and then working the cum off of Sam’s balls and thighs, smearing it right into Sam’s now gaping hole. The man crawled on top of Sam, pressing his weight onto Sam’s belly, making him grunt. I noticed gobs of seed in the man’s mustache. The man tongued Sam’s mouth. Sam realized the bear’s fresh cum on the man’s mustache and started licking it off. He seemed so pleased with himself that he smiled. The man pulled off of Sam and smacked him on the side indicating that he should turn over. ‘Don’t fuck me, man! I just came here for cum, not to get fucked!’ The man rolled his eyes at us and hissed back, ‘I’m not gonna fuck you, boy, but you get my cum!’ He pulled Sam onto his knees, forcing the small of Sam’s back down so his ass was high and prone for fucking. The man eased his long thick cock into Sam’s ass crack and started rutting. He wasn’t fucking Sam, but his cock was gliding through the cummy mess between Sam’s cheeks and sliding back and forth. Sam moaned with pleasure as the man faux-fucked him. Sam kept squirming, so my boy and I helped hold his hips in place so the man could really work Sam’s crack. Just the sloppy friction was enough to get that man ready to squirt. ‘You want my load, boy?’ Sam threw his head back, ‘Yes!!! Give me your cum!!! I want all your cum!!!’ ‘You might just get more than that!!!’ I saw right then that the man had a biohazard tattoo on the small of his back. I knew Sam hadn’t seen it, not that he would have known what it meant even if he had. I glanced at my boy and pointed to the man’s tattoo, and my boy just winked at me. Was my boy purposefully trying to get Sam stealthed? All because he hadn’t sucked his cock? The man shot his load onto Sam’s back, then scooted backwards so the rest of his cum landed squarely onto Sam’s ass. He shook his cock a few times flinging off more seed, then used it to mop up the sticky mess, aiming it all to drool right down onto and into Sam’s ass. The scene was pretty hot, especially knowing that this man’s cum was probably toxic. The third guy stepped up and nudged the older man out of his way. He was pretty cute, early 20s, a twink with a buzzcut and a muscular slim hairless body. His cock swung between his legs, plump and thick, but not too long. He slapped Sam’s ass with his cock a few times, sliding around in several guy’s spunk, then laid down beside Sam on the bed. He pulled Sam down beside him, raising up one leg. He speared his thick cock right at Sam’s hole a few times as Sam whimpered, ‘No… Please don’t fuck me… Don’t… Don’t… Fuck me… Don’t… Fuck me…’ The guy smiled at us and gave us a thumbs up. He then arranged his cock so the head was right at Sam’s cummy hole. He swiveled his hips slightly, so he wasn’t technically fucking Sam, but his hole was widening and loosening up so it went ever-so-slightly further in each time. Sam kept moaning, ‘Don’t… Fuck me… Fuck… Fuck me… Please… Don’t… Fuck… Fuck me!!!!’ After a few moments, the guy was at least two inches inside of Sam… Sam gasped for air, squirming around. ‘Whatever you’re doing feels so good. Please… Don’t stop…’ The guy raised his eyebrows and kept swiveling his hips. He asked, as he kept moving his hips, ‘But you don’t want to get fucked here, right? Just bred, a little, right.’ ‘Yeah, man. Just breed me. A little.’ ‘You asked for it! And you’re gonna get it!’ The man held his hip still for the first time and I watched as his balls contracted, firing his load into Sam’s guts. He was only maybe half-way inside Sam, and he pulled out as he was finishing shooting. Sam rolled over onto his back and pulled his knees up, mashing four fingers into his puffy red cum-streaked asshole. I drooled as a saw a big glob drip out of his hole. Sam smiled up and me, and reached for my hand, then reached for my boy’s hand. ‘Thanks guys! That was amazing… But I don’t want to be done yet…’ My boy grinned at me. ‘If you want to, I think I’d like for both of you to fuck me. Maybe even breed me a little!’ My boy nodded and leaned forward to kiss Sam. I leaned forward too, but down to his ass. I felched out a big dollop of cum and spit it onto my boy’s cock before guiding it down to Sam’s gaping pussy. To be continued…

Took 14 loads from 12 cocks at the Halloween party. My cunt is still quivering and dripping all the fucking cum out.

Fuck yeah man! Well said.

I luv to eat ass. Licking a nice butt hole deeply for a long time. By the time I slide my cock in its usually wet and ready for me. I luv to slide in slowly, savoring the sensations as my cock slides all the way in.

I'm a bottom, born and "bred", but there is still a small fraction of me that gets the urge to top every blue moon or so. The conditions have to be just right-- I have to be in the mood, there needs to be a muscular furry ass, bareback sex is a must, and usually there needs to be some sort of scene or kink. Just a run of the mill fuck session won't do it for me. A couple weeks ago I found myself in such a position. I was actually cruising the Craigslist ads for a horny top when I stumbled across this guy's ad: "26yo, 5'10", 160 lbs, bottom looking for anonymous sex. I dont need to see pictures- just have a decent cock an like to fuck an ass. I will be blindfolded, you walk in to my bedroom and fuck me. Safe only. I'll have condoms and lube handy. No drugs. Poppers ok." Safe only, but he's gonna be blindfolded?? Oh, this would be too easy. And my cock was rock hard at the prospect of sneaking my poz swimmers into this stupid boy's hole. So I responded to his ad. About 5 minutes later my inbox chimed and he said he was interested. We chatted back and forth a bit, and through this conversation I found out that he'd been at this awhile already and five different men had already taken turns. I told him I had no problem being sloppy sixth. He sent me his address and door code. He wasn't far away so within 15 minutes I was creeping into his apartment. Sure enough, the boy was laying on his bed, stroking his cock and blindfolded as promised. Damn he was cute! Blonde, small patch of chest hair, decent body, and a good 6 " dick. I stripped immediately and walked over to the bed, to get my dick into his mouth. While walking to the bed, I noticed a few condoms lying on the floor. Three were obviously used and full of cum, the other couple just looked like piles of plastic. Naturally my mind starts to form a plan of anal attack. Without a word I push my precummy head to his lips, an he immediately starts sucking. I'm not huge (only about 7") so he managed me pretty well. I let him go on for about 5 minutes, slurping and moaning on my dick before I yanked out of his mouth, swiped a couple of the full condoms off the floor and moved to get on the bed. When I fuck, I do it doggy or standing-- no making out, just animal fucking. Plus, I like that view of a guy-- all ass, back an shoulders as I watch my dick slide in and out. So I grab this boy's legs and cross them and push a bit. The non-verbal cue to roll over. He does and gets up on all fours. I grab the lube and squirt some into my hand, then I gently start fingering the lube into his hole. He moans while I work his hole slowly. It feels very warm and wrt inside, so I crook my finger a bit to massage his prostate, and then pull out of his butt. And damn if a white blob of cum doesn't pop out of his pucker! Some top has beat me to the stealthing game! But I was gonna do him one (or two) better. I squirted out some more lube on my cock and started to tease his hole with my head. Even though he obviously was enjoying this, he still managed to say, "I need you to put on a condom.". Well, he never said to put on a fresh, unused condom did he? So I paused and opened up one of the foil packs loudly and promptly dropped that condom on the bed. Then I picked up one of the used ones, and pulled it on inside out. I made sure he heard the rubber snapping sounds around my cock. I dripped some lube on his hole, then quickly mounted him. I had my fixk about half inside when his hand flew back to check to see if a condom was present. Once satisfied, he settled his chest on the mattress and let me fuck away. The only good thing about the condom was that being a notoriously fast cummer, it decreased the sensations on my dick so I wouldn't pop in a minute. But thank god for the visual of a used, cummy condom going in and out between his golden fur mounds. The knowledge that I was fucking another man's load into this boy was keeping me rock hard. As was the idea that someone else had stealthed him already. Probably some unscrupulous poz fucker too. I fucked this bottom whore slowly- and while doing it I grabbed the other used condom. This one was pretty full and the cum was very liquid by this point. I started pouring out bits onto my dick when I was on the out stroke and then plunging my dick back in with it's freshly "lubed" surface. I did this repeatedly until that condom was empty and the bottom's ass was full. Then I got down to business. I was never gonna cum with this condom on me, no matter how hot the scene. So I started fucking him harder, pulling all the way out and then pushing all the way back in. His hole was so fucking sloppy at this point that I couldn't believe he didn't notice the cum. I mean, hell, the room stunk of spunk! But he was doing poppers so perhaps that was it. I waited for him to take another big hit, then I pulled all the way out and quickly pinched the tip and pulled hard. And just as the boy was begging for me to shove it back in him, I felt the latex give way and split. I quickly rolled the split down past my head and then shoved back inside his ass. The wet heat of his hole enveloped my cockhead and sent me into heaven. As predicted, his hand shot back again to check for the condom. He felt the rubber on my shaft and was again satisfied. With my now exposed head, it wouldn't take me long. I pumped away an let my orgasm build. By my reckoning, this "safe only" boy had at least some of three different men's DNA inside him, and probably some HIV too. And in another minute he definitely would. My load built to the point of no return so thrust a few more times as hard as i could and I let it go. It had been so long since I came in a guy's ass that I had forgotten what it felt like. Truth be told, I'd only fucked one other ass since my diagnosis, and that was of another poz guy. Id forgotten how abdolutely fucking great it felt to cum in another man's guts! The warmth, the hot,wet flood of it, the feeling of the intestines encasing and massaging your dick. Now, I'm a big cummer, but damn it felt like I shot so much I turned inside out! "Damn, I can almost feel you cumming!" the bottom said. I thought to myself "Ha, of you only knew." Once my orgasm subsided, I slowly pulled out then quickly got off the bed. I picked up the used (and unused) condoms from the bed and dropped them on the floor with their brethren. Ingot dressed quickly, and as i was leaving I also tossed the broken one on the floor too. At least when he started leaking cum like a sieve, and then got the fuck flu he would be able to figure out why. And But not which one of the tops had done it.

Many of you who read my posts know I travel a lot for my job. Being in hotels in different cities all the time gives me some great opportunities for anonymous sex with strangers. My weaknesses are bbc, str8 men and anonymous sex. This encounter gave me all three. I was out of town on business and had posted an ad on the local craigslist site. And it had been a pretty good evening. Shortly after my ad posted, I hooked up with another guest at the same hotel. He said he was str8, but needed to get blown, but he was not interested in anal. So I invited him to my room. He arrived in less than five minutes, and within another five minutes had blown his load into my mouth and left. This was certainly a good start, but I needed a lot more dick for that evening. Not long after the first guy left, I received a reply from a local 21 year old kid who lived just a few blocks from the hotel. He wanted to fuck, but insisted on using a condom. Although I prefer bareback, his pics were so hot and his dick was so rock hard in the pic, that I was willing to put up with the condom - just to have him inside me. He arrived at my room less than 15 minutes after we confirmed online. He came into my room, quickly undressed and climbed up on the bed, and lay on his back. His eight inch youthful dick was sticking straight up in the air. I also undressed, climbed up on the bed, slid between his legs and began to suck his cock and balls, and after a couple of minutes, I began licking under his balls, eventually going for his asshole. He groaned in approval so I lifted his legs, which gave me a nice view of his soft, pink, puckered hole. I licked across the hole and he moaned loudly so I flicked my tongue across it several times, then drove my tongue up into his hole. He clearly loved the attention, so I rimmed his sweet ass for a few minutes. I could tell he was really turned on. Then I came up from his ass. Lowered his legs and I straddled him. With his rock hard cock rubbing against my ass crack, I leaned down and sucked one of his nipples. His cock bounced against my ass in approval. He was loving me sucking on his tits. I took several minutes to suck first one, then the other nipple. He was grinding his hips. His cock rubbing up and down my ass crack as he ground against me in ecstasy. As I was flicking my tongue across his stiff nipples, I reached behind me and placed his cock at my asshole. I squeezed my ass cheeks on his cockhead. And his hips continued to grind into me. Perhaps I can get his cock up inside me, uncovered, after all. I came up off his nipples. I spit onto my middle and pointer fingers and slid the saliva up into my ass. I did this a couple of times to get myself thoroughly lubed. I spit once more into the palm of my hand and lubed up his throbbing, young cock. Then I placed his now leaking cockhead against my asshole. I expected him to stop me, so he could put on a condom. But he was enjoying it all too much to stop me. I lowered my ass down onto his cock. His cockhead pushed through my sphincter. He still didn't stop me. I slowly lowered my ass, so that I had the entire length of his 8"s inside me. I grabbed the bottle of poppers I had laying next to us and took a deep hit. He reached up for the bottle. I handed it to him and he also took a deep hit. Now, I started to ride. After about 5 minutes of riding and his grinding up into me, he said, "Get on your knees". I climbed off him and got on my hands and knees. Pointing my ass towards him. He rose up behind me. Spit on my asshole. And spit again on his cock. Then in one swift thrust, he slid back up inside me. He was serious, now. He wanted to cum. He grabbed me around the waist and repeatedly slammed in and out of me. In less than 2 minutes he was groaning and grunting. I knew he was close. Finally, he slammed up into me and let out a loud groan. I squeezed my ass tightly on his young cock. And I could feel his cock throb as he emptied his balls into me. He pulled out. And without a word, proceeded to dress and left my room. I lay there on the mattress, trying to catch my breath. It was now past midnight and I thought I'd better delete my CL post and get to sleep. Just as I logged back onto my computer, I saw another reply to my CL post. I read the email. It said, "I'm a 40 year old, straight, black guy. I'm also staying at the same hotel. I wouldn't mind a blow job or fucking a tight hole if you're up for it. But, it has to be anonymous. Your room has to be dark. I don't want to see you. Or for you to see me. If you're up for that, let me know". That sounded hot. I replied back that I was interested. I gave him my room number and told him I'd fix the door, so that all he had to do was push on the door to come in. I would have all the lights off and curtains drawn. He could find me kneeling on the edge of the bed. He quickly replied that he was heading for the elevators, and would be there in a few minutes. I flipped off all the lights. Took my position, kneeling on the back edge of the bed. I had laid a bottle of lube next to me. And I had my bottle of poppers in my hand. The next minute or two seemed to drag on as I anticipated hearing the door open. Sure enough, I soon heard the door push open. The do not disturb sign that I had used to place between the door lock and the door frame dropped to the tile entry floor as he stepped into my room. Upon hearing that, I took a deep breath of poppers. I could hear his footsteps as he came up behind me. I heard the sound of his zipper and belt buckle as he opened his fly. Soon I felt his finger probe my asshole. He could feel that I was already lubed up with saliva and cum from the kid that just fucked me. Without saying a word, he then put his hard cockhead up to my hole and pushed up inside me. Damn, it hurt. Even the last fuck hadn't opened me up enough to take his 9", thick bbc. It took a couple of more deep breaths of poppers, before I could relax enough to allow him to slide fully up inside me. He wasn't interested in taking his time. He wanted a tight hole. And he wanted to get off quickly. I could hear his belt buckle clank as his pants dropped all the way to the floor. And his thrusts began. He'd pull nearly all the way out of my ass, then quickly slam back into me. His body would make a slapping sound as he pounded against my ass. He was silent. Not even groaning or grunting as he repeatedly slammed in and out of my ass. The only sound was the mattress slapping against the wall. And our flesh slapping together. A good 10 minutes went by, then I could hear his breathing getting heavy. He was getting close. I squeezed my ass tightly around his cock. He finally let out a load growl and let his load fill my gut. Then he quickly pulled from me. I could hear his pants being pulled up and his belt being buckled. The zipper went up and I heard footsteps towards the door. Just as I heard the door open, I was able to turn my head to the door to see the shadow of a tall, 6'+, slender, muscular black man leaving my room. I went back to my computer where I found a couple of more replies to my CL ad, but I was spent. It was now close to 1:00 AM, and I had work to do in the morning. I deleted my CL ad, but not before sending a quick reply to the messages I had already received, telling thee guys I was done for the night, but would be up to do it all again tomorrow. The next night I put up my CL ad a few hours earlier, and ended up with six loads that next night, but I'll have to write about that evening in another post.

I was dripping sweat and getting ready for an easy day after my workout. I was up early to hit the gym before work, but on the way I was called off for the day. With pay. Heading to the lockerroom I was thinking abouthat rubbing out a nut in the showers. I love shooting my batter all over the floor, walls, and shower knob for the straight men to walk in, see, and touch. My phone vibrated next to my visably swollen cock in my gym showers. Freeballing is best in basketball shorts. It was a text from a gifter that travels through my area occasionally. I had been loaded up by him in the outhouse at a nearby park months earlier. He had never before actually found a chaser down for a verbal poz gifting. And he had it to give. Dirty pervy talk of blasting toxic cum in my ass, christening my membership into the brotherhood. That breeding, hot as it was, didn't convert me. I test several times a year, last neg on all accounts. I want to know the moment I carry the gift. Toxic. Fresh. HVL. He was back in town for a day, carrying some party favors. Here I was. A day where I was off work, no one knew I was off, and I could slip away for 7-9 hours. 30 minutes later I pulled up to the hotel with a raging boned tucked into my waistband leaking precum onto my happy trail, filling my bellybutton. I walked to his room heart pounding. The door was cracked and I walked in. I took no time stripping to nothing. He wasted no time asking how I wanted the bump. "Fucked into my ass, on your cock. Please." He snorted some, then placed a few rocks behind his dick head as I bent over on the cheap bed, offering him my ass with a dollop of my spit as lube. He placed his cock head on my pink hole and slammed it base deep. He had prepared with a strong dick pill and a rubber cock ring. His bone stayed rock hard, despite the t. "Yea take that Tina into your hot pussy. You love that poz cock don't you?" I did. I pushed back moaning, begging for him to destroy me. I felt burn then rush of the drug. This is what I am. A faggot cumdump for all loads. To be used up in service of men. He came quickly the first time. Keeping buried -and rock hard- he blasted 4 loads into my neg hole that day over the course of 6 hours. During the long session, he admitted he was on meds currently. We agreed next meeting he will take a med vacation a month before. He should be going off now for the next meet.

Definitely the final part this time. I had intended to finish this story after the last post but I've had so much positive feedback I decided to add one more post with some of the experiences I had in the months following my decision to go bareback. As I sat in the train back from Birmingham that day I knew I had enjoyed every minute of fucking that young lad and coming right up his tight young arse. I didn't want to use condoms any more. I wanted to fuck bareback and I knew there would be no shortage of lads willing to bend over and take my load but I was surprised at how often bareback sex was on offer. A few weeks later I was up in the north of Scotland for the wedding of one of my nieces and I ended up fucking the groom's younger brother. He was a blond, chubby lad in his early twenties. At the reception he was taking a piss next to me in the toilets and I saw him checking out my cock. When I finished pissing I stood back a bit and let him see it and he did the same. We were both hard now and I reached out and took hold of his cock. Just as I was starting to wank him someone came in and he quickly zipped up and left the toilets. I lost sight of him for a while but a couple of hours later I was standing in the bar area when I saw him walk past. He looked straight at me and headed for the toilets. I waited a moment and then followed. I didn't see him at first and then he looked out of the end cubicle and motioned to me to join him. He'd had a few more drinks now and was well up for it. We both had our cocks out in no time and soon he was sitting on the toilet sucking me off. I could easily have let him suck me off until I unloaded in his mouth but he had other ideas. He stood up, pulled his pants down and bent over the toilet. In no time I had my tongue right up his arse and he was moaning and wanking. I was fairly sure he was up for being fucked so I stood up and rubbed my cock against his wet hole. He moaned and reached round, pulling his cheeks apart. I positioned my cock against his hole and pushed. He groaned as my cock went right up his arse. The cubicles were pretty solid so I didn't hold back. I gave him a moment to get used to my cock up his arse and then I began to fuck him. He was well into it - wanking and pushing back onto my cock, his underpants stretched across his knees and his trousers at his ankles as I started to fuck him harder. I felt him starting to come just as I was getting ready to shoot my load so I didn't hold back - I banged him hard and shot my cum right into his arse. He stood up, breathing heavily and grinned at me. Minutes later we were both back at the reception, with no one any the wiser. in the early summer I spent a week in Ibiza. I had been working very hard and was enjoying a relaxing week on the beach. One night in a bar I got talking to a couple of guys from the north of England who were staying in the same apartment building as me. Nick and Jamie (not their real names!) were in their mid thirties - both fit lads. Jamie was tall and dark and Nick was smaller with dyed blond hair. They were good company. Later on in the evening, the conversation turned to relationships and they were quite open about the fact that they enjoyed sex with other people - usually together but sometimes apart. Eventually they said they were going back to their apartment and Nick casually asked if I wanted to walk back with them. I wasn't sure if this was an invitation or not but on the way back Nick, who had had quite a bit to drink was flirting heavily with me and when we got back to the apartment he wasted no time in pulling me towards him. Soon all three of us had our pants down and Nick was down on his knees sucking first me and then Jamie. We sucked each other for a while and then Nick bent over the bed. Jamie knelt down behind him and pushed his tongue up Nick's arse. He rimmed him for a while and then indicated to me to take over. I pushed my tongue up Nick's arse and Jamie said "Oh yeah, lick his arse... get him ready," This was getting interesting. I rimmed Nick's hole for a little longer and then Jamie pulled me up. He grinned "Do you want to fuck him?" he said. I nodded. I assumed I was going to be asked to use a condom but then Jamie said "We fuck bareback, is that okay with you?" Seconds later I was pushing my bare cock up Nick's arse and Jamie was wanking and telling me to fuck him. "Oh yeah, fuck him, fuck him up the arse." It was very horny and I enjoyed every minute of fucking Nick's arse as his boyfriend watched, urging me to fuck him harder. Soon I was close to coming and I said so. Jamie groaned "Oh yeah, yeah do it, fucking do it...cum in his arse" I shot what felt like a massive load up Nick's arse an when I pulled out Jamie took my place, shooting his load after about ten thrusts. As we rested Jamie told me how much he loved watching Nick take loads up his arse. A couple of days later I was cruising in the dunes at Es Cavallet beach. I came to a quiet area and stood looking out over the sea. Then I looked down and just below in a little clearing I saw a group of about five guys. One was bent over a tree branch being fucked from behind and the other three were watching and wanking. I could see the guy being fucked was Nick and one of the guys watching was Jamie. As I watched, one of the other guys went round and pushed his cock into Nick's mouth. I moved over towards them and Jamie saw me. He grinned and motioned to me to join them. Nick was being fucked bareback by a hairy young Spanish guy and as I watched the guy shouted something and threw his head back and I knew Nick was getting another load up him. The Spanish guy pulled out and another lad took his place. I watched as Nick was fucked by three fit lads, one after the other, taking loads from each one. The horniest part was watching Jamie pull his boyfriend's arse cheeks apart so that a German lad with a big cock could fuck him and come up his arse. I fucked Nick after the German lad and added my load to the mix. All very horny. I was fucking bare almost all the time now, cruising in bars and during the summer I paid a few visits to Hampstead Heath and rarely failed to find a willing arse to take my load. One time I was up there I was down at the fuck tree. It was quite busy and three guys were bent over being fucked with others watching and wanking. I recognized one of the lads being fucked was Christopher, a lad who had worked for the same company as did I, although he had left a few months earlier. Christopher was about 22 and had worked in the customer services team. He was a fit young lad - a bit camp and very stylish. I didn't know him particularly well but I thought he would probably recognise me if I fucked him but I really wanted to stick my cock up his slim young bottom. He was taking on all comers and I watched as a couple of guys fucked him and came up his arse. I realised he wasn't even looking to see who was fucking him - and he was now busy sucking the cock of a tall young black guy who was standing at the other side of the tree - so I took my turn and stepped up behind him. I could feel the cum running down Christopher's legs as I pushed my cock up him and began to fuck. I had been working hard and hadn't come for about a week - so the load I deposited up Christopher's arse was a big one. He never even looked round and as I pulled up my pants the black guy took my place. I was constantly surprised by the opportunities I got to fuck bare. One night I was on line and I got messaged by a bi guy who said he just wanted to be wanked off. He said he had broken his right arm when he came off his motorbike and really wanted a wank. He sent me some pictures of a very impressive looking cock and he wasn't very far away. I hoped I might get to suck him off so I said yes. I got to his flat and he let me in. He was mid thirties, very straight looking. His right arm was in plaster and he was very bruised from his accident. He didn't want to mess around and just lay back on the bed and pulled his sweat pants down. His cock was hard and as I began to masturbate him he closed his eyes and sighed. I asked if I could suck him and he shook his head. After a while his breathing got heavier and I could tell he was close to coming. A few moments later he shot one of the biggest loads I've ever seen all over himself and lay back on the bed. I assumed that was it and I was ready to go. I was really surprised when he asked "Do you want to fuck me?" I replied "Err....yeah... if you want me to." He nodded and reached into a drawer by the bed. He handed me a small pack of lube and just rolled over on to his knees, his hairy arse in the air. No mention of a condom. I lubed him up and pushed my cock against his hole. He grunted as I pushed up him and began to fuck. I still couldn't quite believe this was happening but I certainly wasn't complaining. I looked around the room as I fucked his hairy arse - it was obvious that he shared the flat with a girlfriend and somehow this made it even more horny. I was close to coming now and I thought he might ask me to pull out but he never said anything and I shot my cum right up him. When I pulled out he just said "You better go now, mate." I was really enjoying myself and was comfortable with my decision to go bareback. However, most of my experiences during those months were as a top. I am more top than bottom anyway but I had also always been more wary of being fucked bare. But every now and then I needed to be fucked and it was in that frame of mind that I went to the Vault one afternoon after work. It was a bit quiet but around about 5:00 PM it started getting busier and quite a few fit lads came in. I ended up in a threesome with two guys - a young black guy and an ordinary looking mid 30s guy. I sucked them both and then the older guy went round behind me and pulled me up. I was now bent over sucking the black guy as the other guy stood behind me. He unzipped me and pulled my trousers and pants down. I didn't stop him and soon he had his tongue up my arse. I enjoyed being rimmed as I sucked the black guy's cock and after a while he stood up and started fingering my arse. I was horny to be fucked and so I didn't stop him. I reached into my pocket and handed him a sachet of lube. He took it and rubbed some on my arse. I wondered if he would use a condom but he didn't. He pushed up me and began to fuck. He fucked me hard and fast and it wasn't too long before he came up my arse. He pulled out and the black guy moved round and started pushing his big cock against my arse. I had to pull my cheeks apart to get him up there but soon I was being fucked again. We had attracted a bit of an audience now - we were in the room with the barrels and quite a few guys were stood around wanking as the black lad humped me. At one point he took his cock out and wanked it a few times - showing everyone that he was doing me bareback - before pushing it back up me and fucking me even harder than before. I could tell he was getting close to coming and he was getting quite loud as he humped me a few more times and panted "I'm coming... oh fuck...fuck...I'm coming!" I don't think I've ever been fucked bareback so publicly - I think just about everyone in the place had seen me taking the black guy's load but I didn't care. A few days later I was in Berlin for a long weekend. As always in Berlin I had a very horny time. On the Friday afternoon I visited a sauna and fucked a young nerdy guy with glasses, shooting a big load up his tight young arse. That took the edge off my horniness but I knew I needed to be fucked and fucked hard. That night I was meeting some friends for a late supper and I intended to go cruising afterwards in the Tiergarten which was near where we were meeting.. I was getting ready to go out and in the shower I began to soap up my arse. I was so horny, I stuck a finger up my hole and played with myself for a while but I knew that what I really needed was the real thing. I was early so I decided it couldn't hurt to swing by the Tiergarten on my way. It was only about 9:00 PM, but I found there were already a number of men cruising. I came across a tall, thin guy taking a piss in the bushes. He was quite fit and when he saw me checking out his cock he grinned. When he finished pissing I went down on his cock and minutes later my sweatshirt was hitched up and my pants and trousers were down at my knees as he fucked me bareback and shot his load right up me. I was only a few minutes late for meeting my friends and it was nice to catch up with them. In the course of the conversation the talk turned to safe sex and one of my friends was deploring the amount of unprotected sex that goes on. We all agreed and I nodded seriously and agreed it was very worrying, wondering what he would think if he knew I had a load up my arse and was fully intending to take a few more before the night was over. Soon I was back at the Tiergarten. It was after 11:00 PM, and the grounds were much busier than when I was there earlier. As I headed for my favourite spot I saw a bit of a group up ahead and joined them. A young blond guy was bent over being fucked and as I watched, the guy fucking him came and pulled out. He pulled off a condom and threw it on the ground. The blond lad stayed bent over and another guy pushed his cock up him - no condom this time. I fancied a go at the blond lad myself so I hung around. As I watched a third guy barebacking the blond lad, I noticed a tall young Turkish guy wanking next to me. He saw me looking at his cock and motioned to me to get down and suck it. I enjoyed sucking him for a while but I knew what I really needed and so I stood up and turned round, offering him my arse. Soon I was bent over being fucked bareback next to the blond lad. The Turkish guy came up my arse and then another guy took over and then another. I had finally given in to temptation and I was bent over being fucked by anyone who wanted to do me. I was fucked by about ten guys that night - a few really fit guys - including one lad who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen - and a few not so fit ones - including a really dirty looking scruffy guy - a couple of them used condoms but most of them didn't and at least six or seven of them shot their cum up my unprotected arse. As I walked through the deserted Berlin streets back to my hotel with a cum filled arse I knew I had crossed a line. I had made my choice. .

Top needs to go in slow until he is balls deep then gradually pick up space and ram my ass once my ass is used to the size and girth. Love the feel and sound of his balls and body slapping against mine.

I try to keep it in me as long as possible. Absorb it. I've not had problems with it leaking or accidentally coming out. But that day may come... But, damn, do I love to absorb it.

Hey guys. This is another video I like, but the quality is really bad. The bottom is blindfolded, tag teamed and creamed at the end with a funnel up his ass. Anyone recognize this clip? (obviously, the site 'gaypornshare.org' isn't too legit) http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=2028069306

The Dungeon Room You stand at 6’6, 300lbs, of solid dark matter. You play right tackle for the football team at Morningside High and work part time for the summer at Macy’s. You’re popular because of your size and athleticism, yet quiet, you never say too much. Many say you live in your head and you agree. Both of your parents are of Haitian descent immigrating to the U.S. in the late 60s. You have two sisters and one brother. You’re the youngest out of all of them. By the end of June, when school let out, you and your father were fighting so much, that you wanted to leave home. Your father decided that what you needed was to be "made a man." You were never the son he imagined. You hated sports yet you excelled at it. In your room many 1st place trophies are displayed on the shelves. You have a deep secret that you told no one, not even yourself. You have a lustful desire for gay sex. Every end of the month you head to “The Dungeon” to satisfy your desire. But this Friday was the first time you decided to take a plunge into risky behavior. This was the Friday that you took the condom off and went full bareback. Your arms are sweaty, and your heart beat is literally tearing out of your chest. You’re surrounded by pitch black darkness with only the scent of poppers lingering under your nose. Your stiff erection is causing a tent like shape to your basketball shorts. You pull down your shorts, and pull back your uncut cock to reveal your bright pink tender cockhead sitting on top of a 9 inch shaft darker than the pitch black that surrounds you. A pungent scent arises from your erection. You walk quietly in this dark room hearing moans, slaps, and heavy breathing. The sounds causes your erection to stiffen and leak pre-cum from your piss slit. You were supposed to be home at 10 already but its pass midnight. You have to be up early in the morning for work. Can’t keep coming in late or the boss will fire you. You remind yourself this constantly but the reminder is overtaken by the erection that’s becoming painful and throbbing. You needed to breed. You search around touching and groping until you feel a hand grip your erection. You pause at the shock of the touch. You can feel the heat of his hand stroking your erection. The heat comes closer to you. You can feel his body pressing on you. This figure in the darkness turns around and guides your cock to his ass wiping the pre-cum on his hole. The sensation sends you into a frenzy, you become an animal instantly grunting. You can hear the soft voice of the dark figure whisper “fuck me sir!” You aggressively feel his body up gripping his back neck. You can feel the energy and eagerness of the bottom as he positions himself on the fuck bench. You pop your pink cockhead in his hole and violently smack his ass (SMACK). The room permeates with the loud sound. You feel the warmth of his hole and this sends a shock to your nerves making your erection throb. You shove the rest of your shaft in him in a brutal violent manner. You can feel his ass flinch. The bottom begins to hesitate but you grab his hips and slam him deep into your erection. The bottom moans loud in fear. He must have been thinking what has he gotten himself into. He begins to understand that you can easily over power him. You bench 300lbs easily now in the weight room. This bottom didn’t feel like anything past 160lbs. The bottom squirmed in discomfort. You can tell he wanted to hit the pause button and leave but this bottom is obedient. He was determined to take your load. After minutes of him squirming and moaning in utter discomfort he began to create a rhythm. Slamming his ass into your cock in a rhythmic motion. You loved his sudden participation. You pull your cock out, spit in his hole for a little lube, and push your cock back in violently. He responds more openly to your aggression reaching back and holding you in him, twerking his ass up and down while taking a whiff of his poppers. You can feel your cock jump in his guts. Stroke after stroke you can feel your load building up. The bottoms hole is adapting to the size of your cock so well that he taunts you to breed him with confidence in his voice. He arches his back giving a curvature to his back that turned you on. You smack his ass violently as you pulse a load right in his guts. You pull out immediately, and the bottoms turns around and kneels down. You feel a warm wet feeling engulf your pink cockhead as you breathe heavily. He squeezes your cock pushing out the remaining seed in your urethra licking it with enthuiasium and satisfaction. He tapped you on the thigh and softly said “Thank you sir.” You remained silent and pulled up your basketball shorts. You silently leave the room with your wildest fantasy fulfilled.

Three or four 20 minute intervals with a dildo and poppers makes for an intense afternoon. Multiple orgasms drops my sex drive to o% - only then do I know I'm ready to get fucked! Anyone else?

It was not that long ago. I met up with a friend who wanted to hang out. He text me and asks "Do you want to get together?" I said sure, I'm not doing anything. So he has me pick him up and we go riding. He says a few buddies want to chill; lets go to their spot...so I said Ok. Anyway, a little while later we get over to house to find the guys chilling in the living room with party supplies scattered about the table. Everyone is smoking weed and T and a guy is slamming. I felt real uncomfortable and I was anxious to leave but my buddy grabbed my arm and asked "Where are you going? I was like..." I can't hang" I going home. He said "naw! You can't leave me here. You said you wanted to chill. So I reluctantly stayed. Anyway, one of the guys on the couch. He was an older scruffy dom type. I would say about mid 40's brown hair, tall, thick, muscular. He was stripped down to just his boxers briefs and you can see the outline of a huge hung cock that was leaking a little. I kept eyeing him the whole time I was there. He offered to calm me down, so he shoved a bowl in front of me and said. "Try it. You'll relax. I said naw...I can't do that. After a while he offered to me again and I kept resisting until he moved closer to me on the other end of the couch. He gave me a bunch of compliments and said he liked me. I thanked him and he started rubbing on my chest and neck. It' felt so good to feel such strong hands touching me. I slowly relaxed and he offered me a hit on his bowl. I told him I never done any kind of drug, not even a single puff of a cigarette. He said that's cool. "I will take care of you" in the back of my mind I was like what the hell. I want you! So after he offered another hit I took a long drag off his bowl while he held the lighter up to heat the T. Shortly after I took a puff and offered me another hit and than another. I was feeling really good. He than pushed me to the floor right in front of his dripping cock. He said "suck it" I was like I don't do that. He than pulled his throbbing cock out. It had to be a good nine inches of thick italian cock. I began sucking and he said I'm going to fuck you up real good tonight. I was a little afraid of what that meant but he than ripped my closes off without me hesitating. He turned my ass towards him and said I am to open that hole up and make it relax. he a minute of waiting he took his finger and slid it deep into tight pink hole. I felt a burning sensation and I was like what the fuck. What did you do? It burns...He was like, naw it's ok, it's just the T that I inserted into your willing hole. I said what the fuck. I don't do this shit and said "your gonna do a whole lot of shit tonight. You will be my pig slut. I melted. I was thinking in the back of my head "this is what I wanted!" He than started to finger my hole real deep and slowly adding fingers and lubing me up oil. After a while of hole stretching, he than pushes me flat on the floor and props my ass up. He than slams his hung cock deep into my hole. He had no condom on. Part II coming soon.

Agreed. One of the best feelings is the raw cock entering you for the first time. Go wild afterwards, but that moment needs to be treasured.

absorb. For me a guys cum (or anything he leaves in me for that matter), represents a part of him, his greatest pleasure. I want to absorb and keep that as long as I can.

the first time i ever took it bareback, the guy who fucked me had me on his bed on all fours after he reloaded the pipe for me and told me to keep hitting the pipe while he played with my ass... he just kept telling me i was really tight and the T would relax me. he had been asking all nite to fuck me w/out a condom and i kept telling him safe only since it was only my third time having sex/bottoming ever. he was about 6'4", black, muscular, totally smooth, had a thick 8.5" cut cock with a big head, and was str8. wife was in PA and he had me naked, spun, and on all fours in their bead. he pulled out her toy and told me he was gonna try to open me up some cuz he liked my ass and knew i was still a newbie, plus i was built thick like a football player and masc. i was 23 at the time. he gets behind me and has been lubing me with vaseline and stroking his cock, and im still smoking, watching the bb porn on his pc, he tells me to relax and he is gonna put her toy in me. and he grabs his cam to take video. it goes in smoothly thanks to the vaseline and he takes his time, but im so spun and jerking my own cock to realize it aint the toy. he tells me to look at the tv so i do and i see someone getting fucked bare, then he asks if i like it... i say its hot, and then he tells me, its me being barebacked and i turn around smile cuz i think he is joking, but then i see he is still recording and the fucking is the same rhythm and i start to freak out, but he just grabs my hips and pulls me back onto it, telling me to his the pipe, and telling me how good and tight i am, how its better than his wifes pussy and his fucking has my cock dripping precum so i just keep smoking and let him fuck me raw... he said every bottom, especially a thick round, big booty like mine needs to feel a raw cock and get bred... didnt know what "bred" meant until he started fucking me in my back and he blew his load while he stroked my cock and raw dicked my hole. he was super hot and treated me with respect and gave lots of compliments, and gave me direction to be a good bottom for him and all those tops who get to fuck me. he invited a neighbor over too, they slammed while i smoked, and then i got curious about why they were so more enthusiastic and they told me they would show me if i let them. so i did, and they took turns on me and spun me out on T all weekend. took both their loads. the neighbor was bi and married, about 46, but in shape, also totally shaved with an uc 8" cock. the black dude was about 39. my first experiences with tina and getting barebacked.

very fucking Hot!! using cum filled doms!!! piglet needed breeding

Can you actually feel a guy cummimg in your mouth? I've been getting sucked off for years but only recently been sucking cock myself. Each time I do I'm hoping to feel the guy squirting in my mouth and hoping for a mouthful of cum. Instead I get a slight sensation, a bit of cum taste and nothing more. Maybe I'm getting guys that don't cum much or maybe there's no such thing as feeling t squirt?

1. Nathan I had volunteered to drive my nephew Greg cross-country to college. I thought the trip from Virginia to California would be a fun trip for the two of us. I lived near his university, so at the end of the drive, I'd be close to home. And, if we drove faster than we planned, he could stay with my partner Jason and myself until his move-in date for the dorms. But, I hadn't seen Greg in a year or so, and I hadn't realized what a hot young man he had grown into. We were only two days into our cross-country drive, and I was already on edge. The first day, I had been exhausted from the long flight the day before and the early start of driving. I hadn't even tried to get off. Then, starting this morning, I thought Greg had been teasing me every chance he had. He kept me right on edge. The morning had begun by him bouncing around the small hotel room in just his underwear, showing off his perfect bubble butt, and what looked like a massive cock. He insisted we get on the road without showering, saying there would be plenty of time in the evening. Throughout the day's drive, there were lingering touches, definitely longer than they needed to be. Without a shower, I could almost smell the hormones mixed in with the sweat coming off his body. When we checked into a motel, having made it to Texas, all I could think of was escaping into the shower, and getting off. If I didn't get some relief, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to control myself around Greg. I was thankful that he let me take the first shower. I grabbed some clean clothes and went into the bathroom, hoping my incipient erection wasn't too obvious. But, just as I had gotten the water adjusted and climbed in, even before I had started to deal with insistent throb between my legs, Greg opened the door, and walked in. "Fuck, I have to piss," he said. I heard a long stream of water, then the flush of the toilet. Even twenty years after my own college days, I still instinctively jumped back from the shower head, avoiding the scalding water. "Oh, sorry," Greg said, noticing me at the far end of the tub. He had already stipped down to his underwear and his fat cock hung down, still exposed. He stared at me a moment, through the shower curtain. "I don't remember that tattoo, Uncle," he said. I was immediately self-conscious. My partner Jason had suggested the tattoo. It was a belt of ammo around my thigh, still only partially completed. Each bullet had a name written on it, with a biohazard symbol next to the name. I wasn't at all ready to explain the symbolism to him; it was a dark and complex fetish that many people didn't understand. Greg didn't notice or didn't care about my discomfort, but quickly stepped out of his underwear and into the shower with me. He kneeled down in front of me, examining the tattoo. He ran his finger over the bullets, stopping at the second one, labelled "Jason Spencer." "Isn't that your Jason?" he asked, referring to my partner. "Yeah, it is," I said. As I answered, his hand stroked the inside of my thigh, right where the belt began. The name there was Alan Chase, the bullet was upside down. He let his arm drift up, the back of his hand touching my low-hanging balls. "That's a fucking hot tattoo," he said. "You want to see my tattoo?" he asked, seemingly unconcerned about the symbolism of my partner's name on a bullet. Nor did he appear to notice that my cock was getting hard as he touched my body. "Sure," I answered, not sure what else to say. I was trying to think about something else, anything else other than his hand rubbing against my balls. He stood up, then turned around and bent over, presenting me with his perfect ass. I could see the tattoo on his right ass cheek, two small interlocking male symbols. I knelt down, the water from the shower hitting my back. I ran my fingers over the ink, and felt the raised texture. The tattoo was clearly fresh, probably less than a month old. "You like it?" he asked. I noticed there was fear in his voice. He was taking a risk, unsure of what he was doing, and unsure how I would react. "It's nice," I said. Without thinking, I added, "Does your dad know?" I realized it was an ambiguous question: was I referring to the tattoo or the content of the tattoo. I wasn't sure if I even knew which I was asking. "No, he doesn't. I used a fake ID to get it done," Greg said. "And he definitely doesn't know what it's of," he continued. That close to his beautiful young ass, I had to restrain myself. The butt was crying out for me to pull apart his cheeks, gently lick his hole, and rub my goatee against his sensitive parts. But, there was a constant drumbeat: this was my brother's son. My Godson. No matter my desires, I needed at least to try to control myself. My cock didn't about my feeble attempts at restraint. It had decided much earlier that it needed hole, and Greg's hole in particular. It was responding to how close I was to what it demanded. I stood up, and turned to the stream of water, my back facing Greg. I needed to hide my erection from him. Greg stood up as well, wondering what was happening. "Something wrong, Uncle?" he asked. I turned to face him. As I turned, our cocks slapped against each other. Even without looking, I knew he was just as erect as was I. Greg felt it as well. He reached down and grabbed my shaft. "Or is something right?" "You're my nephew," I said. Like I was trapped in a bad porn film, I continued, "What would your dad say?" I laughed as soon as I said it. "God, that sounded like a bad porn film." "You're not in a bad porn film," Greg said. He kneeled down in front of me again. He ran his fingers over my tattoo again, tracing out the first bullet, the one that I knew belonged to Alan. "Your movies are fucking amazing. And my dad doesn't need to know anything: your movies, your tattoos, my tattoo, or our boners. At least not yet." He emphasized "our," reminding me that we were in this together. Fuck. He had seen the movies I had done. The symbolism of the tattoos wasn't a mystery for him. He knew exactly what turned me on, and he knew the buttons to push. I wondered if he hadn't planned the last two days all along. His hands were on my balls, and before I could do anything, his mouth was on my cock. "No," I protested, and tried to push him away. But his tongue was going over my cockhead, and my brain stopped working. By the time my hands reached his head, rather than pushing him away, I wrapped my hands around his head. I held him on my cock and started to push my hard shaft to the back of his mouth and down his throat. He needed no encouragement from me, swallowing my cock all the way. One of his hands dropped down, slowly stroking his cock, but I didn't care. I was lost in my own pleasure, trying hard not to shoot right then and there. I knew there were better, more dangerous places to shoot. I was sure that Greg knew what I wanted, but his desires were still unclear. I wasn't sure if he really knew what he was getting himself into. He knew full well what I was capable of doing to him, and hadn't hesitated at starting it off. But he was a horny teenager, looking for excitement and danger, unable to understand what it meant for the rest of his life. Finally, I pulled my cock out of his mouth. I immediately missed the warm, wet attention on my cock and forced myself not to shove it back in. I pulled Greg off his knees, and stared into his brown eyes. I said nothing, but just kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I didn't let him get his tongue into me: I had to let him know who was in control here. Our hard cocks were rubbing up against each other, making sure we were aroused. After a few minutes of lip-lock, I broke off. "Let's get out of the shower," I said. "I think we need to talk more. Maybe do more. Bed?" "I like that, Uncle Nate," he replied. "I think you need another bullet on your tat." I tried not to think about the implications of what he had just said. I turned off the shower, and we quickly dried off. He headed out of the bathroom, and I let my cock eagerly follow his ass. I grabbed some lube and poppers out of my bag, and put them on the bed table. Greg watched me; I wondered if he noticed that I didn't include any condoms in the supplies. I got on the bed. Greg jumped on top of me and let my cock slide between his legs. He leaned over and kissed me. This time I let his tongue slip into my mouth. At the same time, I was rubbing my cock against his ass, just a small reminder of who was in control here. He seemed nervous about this, sometimes easing into my strokes, and other times pulling back. "You sure about this, Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, I am." He paused. "As sure as I've been about anything, Uncle." "How much experience have you had? This isn't your first time, is it?" There was a hesitancy and nervousness that I couldn't quite figure out. I thought it was fear about what he was getting himself into, but, just as easily, it could have been simple inexperience. "First time as a bottom. And certainly the first time getting bred." He kissed me again. "I've always been a top before." "From what you've said, I guess you've seen some of my movies," I asked. "Only one. Infectious Fun," he said. "You've done more?" "Yeah, a few." "I didn't even know it was you when I downloaded it. I had only just met Jason when I downloaded it. But, fuck, I've shot so many loads, wishing I was Ben, getting fucked by you and Jason. Getting bred by the two of you" I remembered Infectious Fun. It was the first movie that Jason and I had done together, and my first movie ever. Together, with a few other tops, we had bred Ben over the course of a long, drug-fueled weekend. Ben, had gotten the flu less than four days later. He hadn't even made it to his twenty-first birthday. "You're sure of this?" I asked, one more time. "Yeah, I am." Greg rolled off of me, and grabbed my leg. He ran his fingers over the bullets. "Alan starts. Then Jason," he said, fingering the first and second bullet. "Ben's here," he said as he ran his finger over the third one, "Ben Moore," he repeated. "And so many more," he said as he ran over the numerous other names. "I want my name on here as well. Right here," he said, running his finger against the last bullet. He paused, staring directly at me. "But, are you willing to go forward with this, Uncle?" he asked. "I know what I want. But it has to be from you. From Jason." I didn't know. My brain was telling me to go slowly, go safely. This was my nephew; the son of my own brother. I sat up on the bed, shifting my position between Greg's legs. I had a responsibility to teach him, to mold him into a fine young man, to help him grow into an adult. But my cock had no doubts about what it needed to do. As I guided my dick between Greg's legs, and let it press up against his butt, I knew what it wanted. It wanted into Greg. It wanted in him raw, deep, and unprotected. It wanted to fuck Greg hard, shoot a thick, toxic load deep, and tag the boy permanently. Greg could tell I was struggling with the decision. "I want this. Badly," he said. His cock was hard as a rock, a drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip. "I think you do too," he said, grabbing my cock. "And I know your cock wants it," he said, stroking my shaft. Before I could say anything, he pulled me down and gave me a kiss. He was a surprisingly good kisser, tender and aggressive at the same time. "I need you to be the first one, Uncle Nate." Like an addict begging for another hit, the need in voice was obvious. Seeing him on his back, his legs wide open, inviting me in, I couldn't resist any longer. "I can't say no," I said as I moved in between his legs, putting them on my shoulders. "Forgive me," I said. I wasn't sure if I was asking for forgiveness from Greg or myself. "Forgiveness for what? For giving me I have been wanting from you for months, maybe years?" Greg asked. "Do what you know you want to do." I grabbed the lube, and poured some on my fingers. Slowly, I pressed them between Greg's firm ass cheeks, finding his virgin hole, and pushing into his innocent, young body. His hole was hot and tight, just as I knew it would be. He gasped as my finger entered him, but at the same time, he still was smiling widely. We stayed silent as I worked my index finger deeper into him, only his occasional moan breaking the silence. Greg must be have been able to hear my heart pounding, both excited and scared. But inside of him, I felt the same drumming: he was also aroused and terrified. Before, I had never really known who I was breeding. They were strangers who passed through my life. Some of them, like Jason, took up bigger roles after I had done my work. But Greg was different. I was about to infect my own flesh and blood. I had met him hours after he was born and there had been summers together, first with Alan, then with Jason. He was the closest thing I had to my own child, and I was his godfather. I was about to fuck him raw and shoot my poz cum into him. I was going to mark him and change him forever. In some ways, it was the logical next step in our deepening relationship. Before I changed my mind and ran away, I poured more lube on my hand, and worked a second finger into his hole. For a virgin, he was taking my fingers easily, opening up and letting me get in deep. "Ready, boy?" I asked. "Ready for the real thing?" "Please, Uncle," he said, softly. His cock was still hard, and there was a small pool of pre-cum on his flat stomach. I knew even if I had doubts about what I was going to do, Greg had none at all. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and as he did a hit, I dribbled a bit of lube on my shaft. He put down the brown bottle. I lined my cock up. Greg nodded at me, and I pushed my cockhead into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop it. He grimaced slightly at my cock invading his body. Before I pushed in any further, I let him get used to me inside of him. "Doing ok, boy?" I asked. I slipped a bit more of my fat shaft into his tight hole. Somehow, calling him boy came completely naturally to me. Nothing was going to stop me from marking him as my own, and soon I'd be a part of his genes just as much as his "real" dad. Even more, he had picked me specifically for this honor, a conscious choice, not the choices of the fates that got him his father. "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I'm fine." he said. Even if it was uncomfortable for him, he was smiling. "Your cock is inside me. This is what I've been dreaming about for months now. And now it's real." I went slowly, letting him get used to my cock. I wasn't small, and if this was really his first time, he was probably in more discomfort than he was letting on. "More?" I asked. I wanted him to be in control of this fuck, at least for now. Later, there would be plenty of time for a more aggressive fuck. Next time, I'd work to give Greg what he seemed to want, but for now, I could overrule my cock, and go at Greg's pace. "Please, Uncle Nate," he said. I held his legs, and leaned in to kiss him. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. I shifted my weight slightly, pushing my cock deeper into his hole. He sighed for a moment, a hint of discomfort. "I'm good," he immediately said, noticing the concern on my face. "You're big," he said, smiling. "It feels amazing. But fuck, it's big." "This really your first time bottoming?" I asked. "Well, once before. A guy tried, but he wasn't as big as you. And he insisted on wearing a condom, even though he was neg." "And?" "It hurt. And I wasn't too into it." "This?" "What I always dreamed getting fucked would feel like." He was smiling, and I went in a little deeper. I was almost balls-deep in Greg, and he had taken it like a porn star stunt bottom. "Almost there, boy," I said. "Just a bit further." "Do it, Uncle," he said, "Put it all the way in me." I did, and there were still smiles from Greg. "All the way in," I said. "Ready for the pounding to begin, boy?" "Fuck yeah, Nate, give it to me." I leaned in again, letting our lips lock as I started to pump in and out of his tender ass. He reached down and put his finger next to his hole, feeling how he was stretched around my cock. "Raw," he said. I just nodded, enjoying the intimacy of the fuck. He moved his hand down, and grabbed my balls. Between the warm shower, and the massive load of cum in that had built up in them, they were hanging low. With each stroke into his ass that I took, they swung back and forth. "Full," he said. He was too engrossed with the sensations of getting fucked to say anything more than monosyllables. "And potent," I said. "You doing good?" He nodded his head, and I thought he was going to say something. I slowed down my strokes, letting him gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth again, but then stopped. I watched him carefully, drinking in his beauty at this moment. I was also a bit worried. This was now real, not just a jerk-off fantasy. When I came, it would be forever. He closed his eyes, still smiling, still feeling my balls. A few moments later, there was a single tear in each eye. "I'm scared," he finally said. "I don't want to get sick" Even before he finished talking, I had stopped fucking him. "Should I pull out?" I asked. I wanted to breed him, but I knew I had to respect his limits and desires. He grabbed onto my ass, forcing me back into his body, deep and hard. "NO," he said forcefully. "No matter what, don't stop. Don't pull out. I need you to cum in me." "But you're scared?" I asked. His eyes were red now, a steady stream of tears flowing. He nodded. again, then closed his eyes. His ass clenced around my cock, holding me in place, in place deep inside of him. "Yes, I'm scared," paused, and then continued, "But I'm also scared to go to college. I'm scared to leave home. I know I need to make this step. It's the fear that makes it exciting." He opened his eyes again. I could see the fear in them, but also the desire. There was nothing I could say. He knew what was happening, and what he was choosing. I just leaned in and licked off his tears, then kissed him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. He seemed particularly vulnerable and delicate in that moment, and I wanted to let him know it was going to be alright. Moreover, my dark desires wanted to exploit that moment, because I knew he was an easy and willing target. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "And I'm going to shoot my load in you. Ready?" My cock was throbbing, and my balls were swollen with cum. I had been on edge for so long, I couldn't hold back much longer. "Fuck yeah, I am, Uncle Nate. I want this so badly." He smiled at me. "Shoot it in me deep, and don't pull out." He pulled himself up against me, his ass pressing against my balls, my cock deep inside of him. "Infect me, Uncle. Please?" The words sent me over the edge and I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed in deep, and let my cock take over. "I love you, nephew," I whispered into his ear. I grunted, and I felt the pulse of cum travel the length of my cock, spraying Greg's guts. "Take my sperm. Take my virus." My spurt was strong enough that even Greg felt it. "Damn," he said, his eyes widening. "More. Please," he said. I obliged, and several more volleys followed in quick succession. I could feel a pool of sperm accumulating inside of Greg. I knew it was going to slowly soak in to him and hopefully take over his body. "My pleasure, Greg," I said, another two spurts shaking my body and landing in his hole. Another slow spurt of sperm into him, and I knew that I was done. At least for this round. But I was still hard, and I didn't try to pull out. I wanted Greg to decide when he was ready. And I wanted to work my load into his hole. I just held him closely, kissing him. "Sorry I didn't last longer, boy," I said. "Your ass was just too perfect." He didn't reply directly. He just pulled me closer and kissed me for a bit. "Your balls drained now, Uncle?" he asked. "Hardly, Greg." We shifted slightly, my cock still connecting us. "And me?" he asked. "Is that it?" "For?" "Getting sick? Being infected?" "No. I'm on meds. It's going to take a lot more loads before one takes and you get converted. And even if this one fuck had worked, that's not a good reason to stop fucking you," I said, smiling. "Good," Greg said. "I enjoyed that. Next time though, I get to cum as well though." "Maybe. Or I keep you on edge for days, just like I've been for the past few days. But now, I think we need some food."

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

A few days earlier I turned 18, and this was the first night when I didn't have anything planned, so I did a quick Google search for porn and starting watching a few good videos online. I saw quite a variety: black on white, college dudes raw, older on younger, etc. Then an ad popped up claiming I could hook up with people in the area, so I clicked on it and read of a newly-opened bathhouse which was all of a twenty minute drive from my house. I debated with myself for a second before I gained the courage to stand up, thinking 'Fuck it', grabbed my keys and walked downstairs, only to cross paths with my Mom, who asked "Hey Jacob, where you going so late?" Of course I lied, explaining "Oh just. Nate said he needed someone to study with for his big exam tomorrow so I'm gonna go help him." "All right," Mom replied, adding "just be home before 1:00." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and sent me off. I couldn't believe I was actually gonna drive to a bathhouse and see if there was anyone there willing to fuck me. Of course I had been fucked by guys before, but mostly just guys in my high school who were around the same age as me, but now I was 18 was determined to check-out the bathhouse. Holy fuck I was excited. On the drive over I played some sex songs on my phone, and when I arrived at the place I parked, and sat for a minute in the parking lot, gathering my nerves. But after a minute or so I thought 'Well, it's now or never', and into the bathhouse I went. Walking through the door, I immediately confronted a cashier who took one look at me and said "All right. I need to see your ID, kid. There's no way you're older than 16." "Hey, I just turned 18," I retorted, handing him my driver's license. "Oh, so it seems," the cashier replied. "Okay, $20.00, please." "Wait, I didn't see on the site that there was a fee." "Well, there is, but I'll waive it just this time. Happy birthday bud," as he handed me a pouch containing condoms, lube and a key to a room and then buzzed me in. A smile crossed his face as he called-out after me, "Have fun kid." I waved at him and smiled awkwardly as I entered a dimly lit room and took a few laps in their maze. I walked by a few older men, some young ones and even a couple that had around the same build as me. Most of them looked my way, but I was fully dressed so they resumed their respective conversations. I walked until I found my room. I unlocked it and saw a nice big bed, with a locker close by and a TV on which some porn was playing. There was also a little bowl full of condoms and lube, which was nice. I undressed down to my briefs and wrapped a towel around my waist. I sat on the bed and watched some porn until I had a good bulge going. Rubbing my cock I started thinking about the night. I had a nice, average seven inch dick with neatly groomed pubic hair and what some have called a lean swimmer's build. I also looked pretty young since I am pretty young. I didn't think it was gonna be so hard to find some guys who would want to play. I knew I wanted to bottom for at least one guy, and if I felt adventurous, maybe try it with two. I also thought it might be fun to try role playing, and so I came up with a story that I thought would be hot to act out. When I leaked a little bit of precum I figured it was time to walk out. I figured since I didn't take off my briefs I didn't have to take the towel out so I through it on the bed and grabbed my keys. I walked out in the hall and started doing some laps around again. I turned a couple corners and saw at least nine guys in the hall. Most were somewhat older than my age, some out of shape, some in excellent shape. They turned my way and one even spanked my ass when I walked by them. I heard them talk about how my ass bounced off his hand when I turning the corner and how that would make for a sweet little fuck. I blushed but kept walking until I found a bench near a porn movie and took a seat. I was massaging my cock when a gentleman approached, his towel wrapped around his waist. Looking him over, my eyes were immediately drawn to his chest - his hard, furry pecs and his big arms. He was so masculine I could just melt. Then he spoke. Hunk: "Hey there bud, just starting your night?" Jacob (stammering): "Yeah I just got here a few minutes ago." Hunk (smiling): "Well hey, are you here for what I think you're here for?" Jacob: "Uh-I dunno." Hunk: "Well what are you here for?" Jacob: "I dunno, I was curious about experimenting but I was too scared to try anything with anyone at school so I came here." Hunk: "School? How old are you?" Jacob: "I just turned 18 a couple days ago." Hunk (smiling): "Really?" Jacob: "Yeah." Hunk: "And you want to experiment tonight?" Jacob: "Well, yeah." Eddie: "Well hey, I'm Eddie. Is there any way I can help you out?" He offered me his hand, which I took. He placed it on his cock, which grew out of his towel. I wrapped my hand around his girth and stared at it. He was probably around the same length as I was, but much fatter. Jacob: "Oh gosh, I don't know. I don't know what's too big and that looks too big." Eddie (laughing): "Well I think you just dropped a hint at which part of gay sex you're curious about. You want a cock in you tonight boy?" Jacob: "Oh wow, I didn't mean, I mean, I guess, that is kinda what I want." Eddie: "I see you have a room. You wanna head to it?" Jacob: "Yeah." As I rose to my feet he gave my ass a squeeze remarking "Damn that's a firm ass. You're a hot little fuck man." We walked to my dorm, but on the way another guy stopped us commenting "Hey you two look like you're about to have fun. Mind if a third tagged along?" Eddie looked to me and replied "It's this little guy's first time, I don't know if he'd be up to take two tonight." "Well, let's ask him then. What do you say little guy? Wanna take some more cock?" I looked down at his bulge, which generally looked bigger than Eddie's, even if it wasn't absolutely clear it was as thick. It was, however, clear it was longer. I shrugged. Eddie looked disappointed but the new guy was satisfied and he introduced himself as 'Colin' also asking "So what do you mean by first time?" The three of us walked together. I explained my lie to them; that I was a straight boy, but I stumbled on a gay porn a couple weeks ago and got interested in trying it out. "How do you know you wanna try bottoming?" Colin asked. My replied "I guess because I don't know if I could get it up for topping," appeared to satisfy him as he nodded, just as the three of us approached my room, which I promptly unlocked, ushering the two men into the tiny cubicle. We walked in and closed the door behind us. I could hear some grunting from the room next to us, which definitely fueled the lust inside ours. Eddie took his towel off and officially revealed his thick dick. Colin took his shirt and towel off too and I got a good look at his body for the first time. Another nice body, but not as hard as Eddie's was. They asked how I wanted to start and I just knelt down. I hovered over Eddie's cock for a second pretending I was still unsure I wanted to do this. I eventually wrapped my lips around his cock head, which caused a moan to come from him. I went down farther and pretended to choke before trying it again. I switched to Colin and did the same thing. He grabbed my head and helped me ease it on his cock; he didn't go too fast and he wasn't too rough, but he did make me go down farther. I kept switching from Colin to Eddie for a few more minutes. They moved me into a new position, where I was 69ing on top of Eddie and Colin was behind me spreading my cheeks to rim my hole. I was still pretending like this was my first time, but my moans were not fake. I loved every second that Colin was munching on my ass while Eddie and I were inhaling each other's cock. Colin asked "How does this feel?" "It's fuckin' amazing," I involuntarily exclaimed. "Mind if I try putting in a finger?" "Hell, no, yeah try it." Spitting on my hole a couple of times, Colin pressed one of his fingers inside my ass. Even with Eddie's cock in my mouth, I managed a low moan of approval, which prompted Colin's remark "Oh fuck, what a tight ass." Eddie reminded Colin "This is his first time, so take it gently." "And happily," Colin agreed as he spat a bit more onto my hole, now inserting two fingers, which naturally elicited some additional moans on my part, especially when he began cork-screwing his fingers inside my chute. "I know I know there's some pain, but we have to do this so it'll feel better," explained Colin for my benefit as he kissed my ass and bit my cheeks between his kisses, which sent tingles throughout my entire body. "Fuck, damn," Colin burst, "Damn, this is perfect. I think I'm ready to start if you are." Without fully understanding what he had in mind I replied without hesitation "Oh gosh yeah let's try it." Eddie took my dick out of his mouth while Colin re-positioned me so I was still on my knees, just up more so he could aim his dick at my ass. Eddie resumed with the 69ing as Colin inched his cock towards my hole, taking a few seconds to remark "There's no going back straight boy. Once this enters you, your world will change." I accepted his challenge replying "I still wanna try it. Just please." I heard some rustling and I looked back to see him pulling on a condom, followed by lubing my hole with some sort of gel, which was followed by his cock head. _________________________________________________________ Note from Mister23: This got longer than I expected and I'm really tired. It was supposed to be a one-shot but I'll finish it another time.

It's a story which happened between my maternal aunt and me. My aunt is slim , fair , aged 49.This incident happened during my college days. It was those days of my early 20s where my urge to experiment was more.I used to masturbate thinking about the girls from my college, locality etc. Day after day, my imaginations grew more and more wilder. One day , my aunt came to my home. i didn't have any unintentional feelings towards her until I saw her milky boobies under her dress. She had bent down to pick something from the floor , when i saw her cleavage and her milky boobs under her white bra. I was so turned on and amazed that my feelings began to run wild looking at her.I started gazing at her body especially boobs whenever i had a chance. From that day onward, I started fantasizing about her.I started imagining about her milky boobies and started masturbating. After many days , I clicked upon a idea. ie whenever my aunt was at home or whenever she was near me, I started masturbating with my shorts on, without anyone noticing me and I used to sit on the chair innocently showing this erect rod .The erect rod under my shorts , gave a tent like appearance. I made sure that my aunt watches it. I used to sit on the chair , innocently rubbing my penis so that it stays erect. My intention was that , my aunt should see this tent like posture whenever she moved around. After some days, I started observing that my aunt too rubs her pussy ( obviously with her clothes on) in front of me.She made it look so innocent that as if she was scratching due to some irritation. When this happened many times, I realized that she is having some dirty and adventurous feelings towards me. This gave me more confidence. From that day on wards, I started taking more adventures. I used to walk around with an erection and intentionally rub it along side my aunts thighs and hands. Even my aunt started to pinch my ass and touch my erect rod. One day with an erect penis , i purposely stood behind my aunt who was working in the kitchen. As soon as she turned back my penis poked her. She was wearing a chudidar & she could feel my penis and she asked me to move back. But I didnt. More she pressed her body towards me.The more she pressed , the harder my rod became.Her boobs too pressed over my chests.I could feel her softness. I caught hold of her stomach & slid my hand under her chudidar upto to her boobs & started pressing it.I squeezed the hell out of it. Then I slid my hand straight into her pants, right into her undies & i could feel her hairy pussy.I could feel her breath.i could feel her aromatic smell.We both wanted to taste our tongues.But soon we realized that we couldnt go further as there were other members in the house.So she backed off with a cunning smile. I felt so disappointed that I started looking for ways to get her alone at home. Then one day , I got the opportunity.One day, my aunt had to go to market , and she called me to her home as she was to receive a parcel from the courier company. I went to her home and she left for market.I went there with the intention of smelling her undies. And as soon as she left I started looking for them. I searched for 10 mins and finally i got them from the washing machine. There were 3 bras and 2 panties inside it. I took them out and started smelling it like a wild horse. I was ecstatic .It was an awesome feeling . I chewed the undies inside my mouth. And I could taste my aunts sweaty ,musky , salty panty inside me. I wanted to eat her panty. The panty became wet inside my mouth. I removed my clothes and started wearing the bra and panty. The panty was very tight and i somehow managed to pull it up to my erect penis. My aunts panties was so small that My penis was rock solid ,erect, red, and on the verge of exploding out of the panty. After 30 mins i heard the door lock opening . I was shocked and out of fear i tried to remove the under garments because I didnt know who was opening the door whether it was my aunt or her husband or her daughter. But I couldnt because it was very tight on my body. Suddenly my aunt who came back from market saw me naked in her bras and panty. We both were surprised on seeing each other. I didnt understand what to do. Then she started walking towards me slowly, came near me , without asking or saying with a lusty smile , we both had a deep kiss. I could taste her tongue and started licking it like an ice cream. We were glued to each other for several minutes I caught hole of her face , pushed her towards the wall but still our mouth remained glued to each other.We both tasted and tasted and tasted each and every drop of our saliva. In the mean time, my hands started removing her top. My aunt was pressing my chest as if it were my boobs ( since i was wearing the bra). We both were really starting up with some rough sex.I squeezed her boobs, tickled her pussy and took the hell out of her. She was in pain but more than pain she was in ecstasy.She started getting wet.Her liquids started dripping.The sweat and oozing liquid both made her body and pussy wet with hotness.She was feeling heaven. Her nipples hardened.Both of our mouths were still together. I pulled out & then started suck her boobs.Her bra became so wet that her nipples were clearly visible.I tore apart her bra and started sucking her bare nipples..Nipples started oozing out. Soon the milky white boobs started turning pink. At the same time I removed her pants and started kissing off her pussy.The panties were already wet with her sweat as she had just came from market. I licked it. I licked her pussy. I started eating them. I could feel the moistness of her pussy. Soon her panty became so wet that liquids started dripping out. Now it was her turn. She pushed me onto the bed. Removed the bra i was wearing and also pulled out both our panties. Seeing my erect rock like penis, she wasted no time for ... She immediately inserted my penis into her vagina . I started giving huge thrust. She was ecstatic. She moaned " harder ! harder ! " . More harder it became... she started sreaming with pleasure. Her liquids gushed out of her pussy.I penetrated ! penetrated more in and out ! in and out.licking her tongue at the same time. It was very intense 1 hour & finally a huge outburst of cum filled her vagina.I didnt stop there. I gave more thrust and cummed till the last drop.Tired ! we both lay there naked licking each other and tasting each others tongue.

A few weekends ago, it was 'Biker Week' here in Las Vegas. And thousands of bikers from across the country had filled the downtown area for the weekend. I found an ad on Craigslist that said there were several horny bikers, needing mouths, cunts and/or assholes to fill. They were hosting at one of the downtown hotels near Fremont St. It was a little after midnight on Sunday morning, but this being Vegas, I'm sure the partying was just getting started. I replied to the ad and attached some pics of me sucking cock and taking raw dick in my ass. I gave my stats and described myself as a 50 year old guy, that appeared on the outside as a conservative professional guy. But that I was really a cock & cum hungry whore. That loved taking raw loads in my mouth and ass. About 30 minutes went by, and I had not gotten a reply. So, I assumed that this biker was not interested in me. I'd replied to a couple of more ads on CL, but nothing was seeming to work out. Nothing but a lot of flakes. So, I was about to give up and go to bed, when I got an email reply from the biker. He said he and a couple of buddies were horny and just needed some hungry holes to fill. He said he and one other guy were bi and had both fucked men before. But that he had a couple of straight buddies that might be interested in fucking my ass if they couldn't find any pussy. And if I could get them hard. I have a real weakness for str8 dick. So, I decided bed was going to have to wait. I wanted some biker dick. I replied back and said I would douche and shower and head downtown to his hotel. It would be about an hour before I could reach his room. He said that was cool. His buddies were all still drinking at one of the bars, and he would be in his room in one hour. He had stated in his email that I had to take it raw. No condoms were allowed. I told him I preferred raw as well. They were all welcome to cum inside me. He also said, "You better be able to takes some hard pounding. We're all fuckin' horny. This is just going to be hard, deep ass pounding. Hope you can take it." I assured him that I could take it. And that I would be there ASAP. He replied back with his hotel name and room number. And said, "See you in an hour, Fag". I quickly douched, showered and hopped in my car to head downtown to his hotel. Sure enough, the some of the streets had been blocked off. The streets were filled with hundreds of bikes and scruffy looking bikers. There was a parking terrace across from the hotel. Also filled with hundreds of bikes. I parked and walked down the parking terrace staircase to the ground floor. Inside the stairwell, on one of the landings, I passed a slutty looking chick, on her knees, sucking off a biker dude, dressed in his leather jacket and leather pants & boots. They didn't even pause as I passed by them. I crossed the street to the hotel, found the elevators and headed up to his room. I knocked on the door and was greeted by a 45 year old biker, graying, long hair, scruffy beard, wearing jeans and a black wife beater tee-shirt and bare feet. Without saying a word, he opened the door and motioned for me to come in. Sitting on the sofa were 2 other guys who looked very similar to the host. Laying on the bed was another scruffy guy. Propped up against the headboard. All 3 of them had their eyes glued to the TV. They didn't even look my way to check me out. A str8 porn movie was showing. 2 skanky looking chicks were getting fucked by a group of about 8 guys. The guy on the bed had his fly open. And was stroking a fat, 7", uncut dick. I could already see a bead of precum oozing from his piss slit. I walked into the room and asked if any other there were going to be any women or more guys for them to fuck showing up? He said, "So far, you're the only hole, faggot. You better be ready to take some loads". "No problem", I said. The host told me to get naked. I quickly did as I was told. Grabbing my bottle of poppers from my pants pocket. The host unbuttoned his fly and pulled out a nice looking, semi hard, cut dick. Once I was naked, the host then said, "Suck my dick, queer". I dropped to my knees in front of him, took a whiff of poppers and took his cock into my mouth. I could feel him quickly hardening in my mouth as I worked my cock sucking skills on him. His dick was probably about 6.5". And within no time, he was hard as a rock in my mouth. From the corner of my eye, I could see the guy that was on the bed, stand up and remove all his clothes. Soon he was standing next to us. "Suck his dick, fag", the host said. I moved to the other guys cock. Put my lips up to his cock and licked the precum from his piss slit. He slapped his cock across my face and said, "Suck it". I gladly obliged. My lips wrapped around his cock and I started to work his cock down my throat. What appeared to be 7"s when he was stroking on the bed, quickly grew to over 8"s of thick uncut cock. I sucked and gently chewed on his foreskin. The attention to his foreskin was really making him drip. I could taste his dried cum and dried piss in the folds of his very ample foreskin. I took turns sucking on both these hot bikers dicks. These guys were in no hurry to cum. They wanted to be edged and really enjoy a hot mouth. The two on the sofa had by now pulled their cocks out and were stroking. They were enjoying the view of me sucking their buds as well as watching the porn on the TV. After about 10 minutes of sucking, I was told to kneel on the edge of the bed. Once I was in position on the bed, the host moved behind me and fingered my hole. "Nice and tight", he said. He spit down onto my asshole and slid the saliva up inside my hole with his finger. He did this a couple of times, until my hole was nice and lubed. Then he rubbed his cock against my puckered hole and spit onto his cockhead. I was sniffing deeply on the poppers. I knew this guy was going to go into me in one quick thrust. So, I poppered myself up as he slapped his cockhead against my spit covered hole. Then he grabbed me around the waist and slid balls deep up into me in one thrust. It hurt like a son of a bitch. I did let out a soft groan of pain. But a couple of more hits of poppers made the pain subside. He quickly began to pump in and out of my manpussy. By now his two buddies from the sofa had stood up and were standing close to observe their friend fucking my hole. The other guy had gotten onto the bed and was kneeling in front of me. He moved his fat cock to my lips and I took him into my mouth again. The other two guys had by now removed their clothes and were standing around us, stroking their dicks. "Damn! I never thought fucking a queer would look this hot. I think I'll trying fucking that hole" one of the str8 guys said". With that, the host pulled from my hole. "Be my guest", the host said. His str8 buddy stepped behind me and slid his cock into my ass. "Fuck! That's a tight pussy", the str8 biker said, and he began to fuck me. For the next hour, the 4 guys took turns fucking my ass and mouth. While one of the str8 guys was fucking me, the host knelt on the bed in front of me, backing up to my mouth and told me to eat his ass. I of course did as I was told. While I was eating his ass and getting fucked, there was a knock at the door. One of the guys went to the door and looked through the peephole. "It's Mike and Chris" he said. "Let them in", said the host. Soon there were 2 more bikers in the room. They quickly undressed. The floor was covered with jeans, tee-shirts and boots. The 2 new guys quickly took their turns fucking my ass. Chris must have been really horny, because he was the first to cum. He came quickly inside me after only fucking me for a couple of minutes. Then one of the str8 guys from the sofa slid back inside me. "Fuck! Your cum makes good lube, Chris!", he chuckled as he proceeded to fuck me hard and deep. This guy also came within a few minutes. Pulling out, I could feel cum start to slide down onto my balls. That cock was replaced by a 3rd. I could tell from the length and thickness that it was the uncut guy. He was grabbing me tightly around the waist and really pounding me hard and deep. The size of his cock and the speed of his fuck was giving me some pleasurable pain. So I took some more hits of poppers, to be able to accommodate him. He asked for my poppers. I handed them back to him. I could hear him taking some deep sniffs. He handed the bottle back to me. I took a few more hits from it. And he really went to town on my ass. He was slamming so hard into me, that I was letting out a grunting sound as he assaulted my hole. Likewise, he was grunting as he pounded his thick meat into me. Soon he let out a loud groan and slammed deep inside me. Holding his cock balls deep in me, he emptied his balls into my gut. He pulled out and Mike now slipped up in me. Mike also had close to 8"s. He took no time slamming repeatedly into my pussy. Fucking me fast and with furry. Meanwhile, the uncut fat dick was at my face. He wanted me to clean off his cock with my mouth. Which I happily did. Mike came quickly inside me. He pulled out and the other str8 guy took his place. As he fucked me, the host put his ass back to my mouth. I hungrily ate his hole as the str8 biker fucked me. I could feel my ass getting sloppy with cum. Cum was dripping down my balls and down my thighs as this guy pounded deep into me. This guys cock had a nice downward curve to it. It was rubbing across my prostate as he fucked me. I was groaning with pleasure as I knew I was going to cum by the stimulation of my prostate by this guys beautiful cock. Sure enough, I couldn't hold out any longer. I brought my face up out of the hosts ass and groaned, "I'm Cumming..!!!" I shook in orgasm as my cum shot onto the sheets. My ass tightened as I came. This must of turned on the guy, 'cause he began to groan as his cock throbbed inside me and emptied his load deep in me. As he pulled out, the host moved off the bed and behind me. He slammed up into me, slapping my ass hard as he began to pound. He slapped my ass a few times. Then grabbed me tightly around the waist and assaulted my ass harder than any of the other guys had. In 3 or 4 minutes, he let out a grunt as he filled me with his load. His body as well as mine were shaking as I had another orgasm while he emptied his load in me. He pulled out and said, "Suck me". I climbed off the bed, dropped to my knees and cleaned off his cock of all the mixed juices from my ass that covered his cock. The other guys were dressing and leaving. All without saying a word. After I cleaned off the host's cock. I also dressed. As I was leaving the room, the host said, "Email me tomorrow night. I may have some more buds for you to service". I did. And he did. I left as one happy cum whore. Filled with 6 biker loads in my ass. When my loads finally had to expel, I swear there had to have been close to a half cup of jizz slide out of my ass and into the toilet. The next night was just as fun. The same 6 guys as well as 2 more of their buds again assaulted my holes for well over 3 hours. Needless to say, I was a bit sore for a few days. But no complaints. I enjoyed every moment. And enjoyed every drop of it.

Slow. The. Fuck. Up. As much as I love a rough fuck, you better work up to it. I've had a top try to ram it in. We had both just taken a huge hit off the poppers. I've never lost a buzz so quickly in my life. Gayav8or has it right. Do what he does, and like tallslenderguy said, it's almost tantric. A far better experience for both men involved.

Great story. I used to travel a great deal for work as well.....and did many of the same things. Was always hot (for me) to find guys in the same hotel and get together. No doubt, I had some great sex....and took a lot of loads. Thanks for sharing your story.

Yup! Keep it in as long as possible. When you are leaking its hot, but why push out?

My last load was in Chicago at Man's Country by a guy from Puerto Rico who loaded me up not once but twice that night. He pounded my ass both times for at least 30 minutes. My most memorable load while in Chicago was at Bear's Night at Touche; a Latin guy with a nine inch uncut cock fucked me raw in the bar with the bar watching; my hole was dripping with his cum after he finished his hard fuck! I love Chicago, took many raw loads there over a two week vacation there.

Now that's hot. No matter how you slice it. Fucking. Hot!!

Very hot. Anon steal piss fuck .. don't get much better than that. I too do a good deal of ABS dick, always have. I feel your pain re position at the hole .. hard to be a good whore cause it's tough after a while. I always keep a dick in me as long as I can in hopes the top will let a stream of piss. Most guys have to piss after shooting anyway, and my fantasy is to just take it like the cum load I just got. Only happened once ... I was giving a bj, He shot. I stayed on it. After a while I felt that warm piss load coming out. He didn't ask, didn't care, just knew I would take it .. and I did.

You do it everytime 1981Virginia! So damn smoking hot..and nasty!! Hope part 3 is on it's way soon! Thanks!!

I'm a 'keeper' as well. It just seems like a waste if you don't let a guy's cum get as deep inside you as possible. Of course if i get fucked several times it's hard to keep it all in but I don't go of it by choice.

I love this topic... a couple years back, I got fucked by this HOT Tattooed TOP @ the bathhouse... After he unloaded what was a massive load (it was an awesome fuck too) he slapped me on the ass & said..."take care of the kids"...HAHAHA Now a days, I'm in a monogamous pig relationship... My man will breed me at least 2 times during a 3 hours session... I always keep it in, over night if possible. I feel that I am literally getting some of him into my being.. He is part of me... I am now CUBAN by injection.

I've just become the property of my new black master and he has stated that he plans on putting me into chastity. I've never experienced this before, but based on all of the pictures that I've seen, I am looking forward to it. My ultimate goal is to become a feminized sissy bitch.

Part 3 I left the boys for a moment while I was texting and getting "fresh" sodas. The responses started coming quickly, 18 year old twins are a rate find, and soon I had 12 of my buddies coming over in a little bit. Handing them their new drinks, I also popped a little blue pill in their mouths. A freshly loaded pipe was passed around, and my boys were loaded and hard. I grabbed Brodi and pulled him onto me, sitting him on my cock as I layed on the carpet. Like a good slut he moaned as he slid down my veiny cock, setteling his pink pussy into my pubes. Then I grabbed Benji and pulled his ass to my face. He sat down on my tongue and I licked and sucked the cum out I had deposited in him. Both boys moaned as their cunts were being put to use. I pushed Benji forward into his brother, and the twins started kissing each other deeply. I didn't want to miss seeing that hot show, so I pushed the boys off of me. Benji fell back onto the carpet and I guided Brodi between his legs. "Fuck your brother." I whispered in his ear. Brodi spread his twins legs and lined his hard cock to the waiting hole. Benji let out a deep, guttural moan as his brother slid his cock into him. He wrapped his arms and legs around Brodi, pulling his cock in deep and locking his mouth onto his brother. Brodi went into overdrive, pounding his brother frantically as they made out. Fuck it was so hot watching the incest taking place right in front of me. I couldn't help but think they had been wanting this for a long time, and I had finally freed them up to fufill their desires. Brodi just pounded the shit out of Benji for at least 15 minutes before he pulled his mouth away. "I'm gonna cum bro! Fuck yea! Take my cum!" He shook and twitched as he pumped his load into his brother. Benji just begged him for it. "Oh god Brodi! Do it! Fuckin cum in me bro!" He pulled Brodi as deep into him as he could while he took his brothers load. When Brodi had finished, I pulled him up and laid his chest on the couch. He was still breathing hard from his orgasm. I just grabbed Benji and pushed him up to Brodi's waiting ass. "Fuck your brother man!" I ordered him. "Fuck him like he fucked you!" Dazed in drugs and lust, Benji rammed full force into Brodi, grabbing his hips and riding him hard. "Take my cock bitch!" He yelled at his brother. I was surprised at the dominance coming from him. "Take it bro! TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD YOU BITCH!" He pumped his brother full and collapsed on his back, licking Brodi's ear as he drained his load. Pulling out, he turned Brodi over and the boys started kissing furiously. I just smiled as I watched, knowing what I had awakened in them. As they made out, I pushed a plug into each of them to hold in the cum. The plugs popped in easily. "All right boys, the night has just begun." I told them. "The real party is going to start real soon!"

I have several ideas, there will be more.

Previously… Pedro had just taken a toke of a joint he’d lit up, and while maintaining a steady fucking rhythm on Kieran, added, “yeah chico, most guys in a sex party don’t like to meet the guy at the door who looks like he could go out and buy a paper. It can kill the buzz”. I beamed at this. Little known to me, I’d been doing the “bedroom lads” a favour by prepping the new lads as they came in. Pedro took a second toke and passed the joint down to Kieran. He took a drag and shotgunned it to me. Pedro looked over at Mac and continued “…but now that the party’s complete, maybe it’s time to break out the K?” Right so… Mac nodded at Pedro and started looking around for the drugs tray. Finn and Pedro were the ones who’d been shown how to divvy up the lines, so we all took a bit of a break while the lads sorted out the tray. Andrew and Kieran went to cleanse again – the others had literally fucked the shit out of them. I was pretty impressed with Andrew’s first time fucking skills. I must get him coked up more often. JP and I had just finished changing the bed sheets (the old ones were almost hard as a rock by now with all the dried lube and sweat) when we saw Richard come in with two shot-glasses with half an eye-dropper of G in each of them and a half-full tetra-pak of orange juice. I knew what that meant. We were out of Irn Bru and all other sweet fizzy drinks. Fuck! In sex parties you can run out of lube, as I mentioned before, and things can grind (or chafe!) to a halt. However in drug fuelled parties, if you run out of sugary drinks it can also put a huge dampener on things. With ecstasy - you need to keep your electrolytes up cause you sweat so much, and with G you need to have something sweet to mask the brutal taste of it. I was hoping Richard wouldn’t mention a shop-run. Some shops would be open on a Sunday morning but I didn’t want to go through the “horrors” of a shop-run. I’d be super paranoid that everyone could tell that I’m high, ugh, no fuckin way. I could imagine it now. The check-out girl in the Tesco giving you serious side-eye as you stock up on lube and fizzy drinks. Some old dear behind you in the queue burning her disapproving glare into your back! Some breeder’s kid pointing at the bottles of lube and saying “what’s that daddy?”. Nah – fuck that. Done enough of them in my time. Richard laughed at me when he saw the dawning look of horror on my face. “Don’t worry Stuart, we’ve got it covered. Don will be heading back this way before we need to top up again and he says he’ll bring supplies. He may have a couple who’ll want to play with us too.” This was mixed news to me. While I loved novelty, and a new couple meant two new asses to fuck and/or dicks to be fucked by, I was also wary of Don, cause he fucked me so roughly last time. As I was thinking about this and knocking back my G and orange juice, the other lads filed back in. Kieran and Andrew were still a bit damp from the shower and were messing about with each-other. Finn, Pedro and Mac came in with the drugs tray and Pedro got everyone’s attention. “Right lads, so what we have here is enough K for everyone – roughly two lines of the stuff which should give you a solid trip in about 5 to 10 minutes. Now remember it’s gonna make you feel very trippy so if you’re not up for it, feel free to give it a miss – more for us then” He looked around at each of us. I knew by looking at them that JP, Andrew and Kieran were all a little wary, but noone spoke up. Pedro handed around the tray with newly chopped straws. I was curious about the straws – why we always needed new ones, but Richard told me later that seemingly there is a small risk of blood transmission if everyone snorts using the same tube – news to me! Looking back I never copped at the time how bizarre it was that Pedro would be so careful about drug tubes, and still only want to fuck bareback. Anyways, by the time the tray was passed to me there were only two lines left. I snorted up mine – got a little bit of a strange numb metallic taste off of it. After snorting the K, I surveyed the scene. JP and Mac were at the back of the bed again, this time sitting up against the wall and jacking eachother. Kieran and Andrew were bent over the right side of the bed away from the window – they’d asked Finn and Richard to check their arses to make sure they were clean. Kieran had obviously liked my chat-up line from earlier. I couldn’t see the lads (Richard and Finn) from this angle, but looking at the faces of the two of them, I presumed Richard was behind Andrew from his facial expressions of shock and bliss. He was nearer to me and easier to check behind him… I leaned over. Yep, there was Richard doing his Mr Miyagi thing. I turned around to Pedro who was also in survey mode, figuring out who he’d join. When I’m high on E in a sex party I tend to want to try everyone at least once. I’ve other friends who just want to be with one guy, and secrete themselves somewhere off in a distant bedroom. I never really got that type – why would they bother going to a sex party in the first place and not simply go for a website hook-up then? Friends tell me it’s about finding a guy with the right chemistry, but for me, when I’m high on E – I just want a whole mess of guys – the more the better. Get that dick in me! And that one! And that one there! And where d’you think you’re going? – Join the queue! I looked over at Pedro. “C’mere papi” I said, grinning like a twat. I sat on the bed and he walked in between my outstretched legs, his cock bobbing at head level. I took the invite and swallowed as much of him as I could. Looking up at Pedro while blowing him was hot, he was tweaking his nipples and gurning his lips. Pedro had a very active mouth when high – he probably ground his teeth too – but the biggest thing I remember is the way he’d make ridiculous faces while under the influence of any uppers – E, Coke, Mephedrone, all of em. For me it’s always hot to see this fucked up drugs-face – smacking your lips, rolling your eyes, running your tongue along the front of your teeth over and over again. I see a guy like that and all I think is – fuck – I want some of what he’s having! I think that and I also think, how do I get this guy alone!? I remember calling out to a guy’s place in Byron Bay in Australia. I chatting to him online from the hostel I was in (again before smart phones and grindr). The guy (early 50s, killer beach bum bod, mohawk, lots of piercings, sleazy as fuck, just the way I like em) was really into lycra and wanted me to model some wrestling singlets and speedos for him, cause he saw I was hung on my Gaydar profile. When I went there, the lad was flying high as a kite – lip-smacking, rubbing his nose, bugging his eyes out and forgetting the thread of our chat every five seconds or so. As I copped it, I could see his paranoia rising or as I like to call it “the Fear” as he knew I knew he was high. I just looked at him and smiled and said “just point me to where your speedos are that you want me to wear, and while I’m trying them on, maybe you could roll up some more of whatever you’ve been smoking and share it?” He laughed at that and we went on to have a very hot session with eachother on weed and coke (and also tag-teamed another fuckbud of his that he had “doublebooked” later that night – man that was fuckin hot – but I digress). Pedro pushed me off his cock back onto the bed and got up beside me. We were lying facing each-other on the left lower quarter near the chair. He ran his hand sensually down my shoulder, along my flank, making a slow throaty purr as he ran his fingers down, fingertips just skating over my skin, ever so slowly over my stomach and down to my cock. “Fucking hell chico, I love this milky white skin of yours” I’d leaned in to kiss the rose-tattoo on his pec and looked back up at his face. He was chewing on his lower lip and looking over the guys fucking on the bed (Richard and Finn were now starting to fuck Andrew and Kieran respectively). I looked down to his throbbing wet dick. “You wanna fuck too?” I asked him. He looked back to me and chuckled, “yeah chico that’d be nice”. He was slurring his words into a drawl at this stage. I wasn’t quite sure how many drugs I or Pedro had taken up until now, but our high was getting a little odd – mostly euphoric and delicious and wonderful, but also a little disconnected. I shook it off and positioned myself doggy-style on the bed. Pedro handed me some poppers and knelt behind me and started to slip his cock in. At this stage of the night there was very little resistance, I just breathed in the poppers and then as the surge of want washed over me, I signalled to Pedro to shove the rest in. I sighed in relief as I once again felt whole – there was a cock up my ass – everything was right with the world. Pedro was thrusting into me with an odd on-again-off-again rhythm. He leaned down over my shoulder. “How’s that feel chico?” “Ah yeah, that’s the stuff Pedro… but steadier eh?” and I ground my open hole back onto him, his cock bottoming out in me, “I need you in me, fast and deep, more regular” With that he pulled out, bending his rock-hard 9 inches at my hole and waited. “What the fuck Pedro? Get it in there!” I put my hands behind me and pulled my cheeks apart. Nothing. I winked my hole at him, “C’mon Pedro, what you waiting for?” He smirked and said “Beg for it, you bossy fuck!” “What?” “I wanna hear you beg me chico! I’m the one in charge here” “Really? Um..” I was feeling pretty dizzy at this stage and normally would have been into the roleplay but I was just feeling a bit out of sync with Pedro – like I wasn’t getting into his rhythm. “…ok, fine” I said cockily with a smirk of my own, “I’ll take my hole where it’s appreciated!” The look on Pedro’s face was priceless as I picked myself up and on my knees, scooted up to the two lads up top – Mac and JP. Mac at this point was sitting facing me being blown by JP. Meanwhile JP himself was being blown by Kieran. I looked at Mac’s rock-hard monster of a bottle cock – and touched JP on the shoulder. He looked up at me as I guided his face up off of Mac. I asked “can I take over for a bit”. JP smiled and cupped my jaw to kiss me. Moving up over Mac’s legs, positioning his cock under my hole, I stopped kissing JP and turned to Mac and asked, “is this seat taken” and then sat down on his holewrecker of a cock. Now I’d love to say I slid down in one slick smooth motion, but honesty where it’s due – it took three hits of poppers before I got that monster two thirds into me. Mac was delighted I finally felt brave enough and JP was egging me on and holding the poppers for me and even feeding them to me – pressing one nostril closed at a time for me to sniff them, while I used both my hands to balance my squatting position on the bed. Even Pedro forgot our play-tiff and came up behind me and helped hold Mac’s cock steady for me. Air’s “Sexy Boy” was playing in the background as I stuffed him into me in stages, and fuck it if the cocktail of drugs wasn’t making me feel just that – sexy as fuck and surrounded by hot lads. To start with I got his head to shove in easily enough through my asslips, and it didn’t take too long for my ass to get used to it. I passed JP the poppers cause my hands were pretty lubey and it was getting hard to open them. JP, mindreader that he was, took them and without direction fed ’em to me twice at each nostril – yer a star JP! Mac’s cock felt enormous, my sphincter felt like a taut elastic band around him as I got down to two thirds. Aussies have a great word for fucking – “to root” and right now I felt like Mac had put a fuckin tree-root in me – this huge heavy unyielding mass filling me up. I could feel Pedro’s breath behind my shoulder as he came up to rub my ass cheeks and hold Mac’s cock in place, although the caverject made sure there was no hope of it buckling. I looked to him as he started to tentatively get some movement going. I nodded and he began a slow pace. I was sitting on him and started to syncopate it – I think that’s the right word – as in, to match his pace with an equal but opposite rhythm and by doing so double the distance he went out and in again. I still kept it to two thirds deep – y’know – a normal cock’s depth. A little time into this and I started finding it tough to keep the timing right. I remember leaning over to Kieran, who’d been snogging JP while being powerfucked by Finn and leaning over to tease JP and him into a threeway snog. However as I did that I pulled out a little two much and fell onto my right knee and was rewarded by a gutpunch of a fuck by Mac as he finally pushed that last third into me. Though here’s the odd part, it didn’t hurt as I thought it would. In fact it really didn’t hurt at all. I was delighted with this and pulled back from the lads and experimentally got back into my squat to try a few proper thrusts. Bingo! My body was fully on board with the fucking! And man was I on board. I started to fuckin bounce up and down on Mac’s joystick and rode him for all I was worth. His dick was like a drug of its own – my nerves were squealing with pleasure as he stretched me out with each plunge. His dick was wider toward the base – maybe 8 inches circumference – I’m not that savvy on girth measurements – but it was thick as fuck. Normally I don’t like carrot dicks (as I call wide-based cocks) cause they’re always stretching you and your hole never gets fully used to them, but I was loving Mac’s treeroot of cock. I remember a few seconds later JP getting rimmed by Pedro while Kieran and I licked the sweat off of eachother’s faces like dogs, I stopped feeling – how would I put this? Intact? The K was kicking in and I was starting to fully disconnect.

I've always been fascinated by these devices. I'd never put myself in one, but I'd love to put my sub bf in one.

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

I love feltching my load out of a wrecked hole and spitting it into the slut's mouth.

I'd love to be used like a faggot cumdump like this.

Previously… Finn and I took turns using the douche and showering, all the while he kept trying to tease out from me, who else I had been with since earlier. There’s something strangely sweet about douching with another guy. You’re both gay so you should already be past any hang-ups with shit, but this way you both can have a frank chat about it while swapping places on the “hotseat” (the toilet). Maybe it’s one of those interactions that only ever works when high. Eventually we were both running clean, and we were fairly sure the majority of the water had gone out. Finn insisted on testing my hole with his rapidly recovering cock, and as he pulled his semi out and said “yep, all clear” we both heard the doorbell go. Right so… Finn and I grabbed two of Pedro’s towels and wrapped them around our waist. Following Finn, we made our way to the living room to see Harry wiping his mouth, sitting on the couch, and Richard in the same position – in front of the computer. Most of Harry’s clothes had been discarded at this stage and he was just wearing a bright blue jockstrap on his tight hairy body. He nodded at us and said “Pedro’s gone to the door”, and added, “I see you guys took your time!” I laughed and sat down on his right, with Finn heading out to see if Pedro needed any help. I looked to Harry and cocked an eyebrow, “everything ok babe?” I asked him. He laughed and wiped the side of his mouth again, “oh yeah, apart from a jaw ache. You definitely weren’t kidding about Pedro”. I looked at the discarded clothes, and asked “so did you guys get to fucking then?” He smiled his gorgeous smile and said “not yet, though Pedro started to finger me a bit. Thank fuck I douched before coming here.” We laughed at that – we’ve all had moments that we wished we’d douched, though I’ve found that the most forgiving guys are at sex parties (as opposed to one-on-one hook-ups). Typically they’ll quickly tell you to go back to the bathroom and accompany you in and chat to you while they wash their dick. All very breezy. Harry continued, “I was thinking I might start on a smaller cock before I let him at me. – y’know, so I can work up to him. How was Finn?” I answered honestly, “a good bit smaller than Pedro, though still substantial, about 6”, although I think it got bigger toward the end of the blowjob. I know one thing for sure – my throat still hurts” I ran my hand up and down Harry’s thigh while we continued on in this line of banter, whereupon I recommended Finn to stretch out his hole, followed by me (and with this I leaned over and let my left hand go behind him and start exploring between his hairy cheeks) then I suggested that maybe Pedro could rim him to start it all off, cause he was so good at it, when, speak of the Devil, in walked the two lads with two new lads beside them. Of the two new lads, the first had to be Mac, as he was in a towel like Finn and I. He was maybe about his late 30s, 6’6”, and had a lean runner’s build. Under his towel I thought I could see a real monster-cock swinging. He was wearing glasses, and was probably blind without them, judging by how big his eyes were through the lenses. Overall he gave off a school-teacher/civil servant vibe and definitely I wouldn’t have pegged him to be a total drug fiend, as I later found out. The other lad Don was all clad in leather – not ROB of Berlin leather or anything like that – but biker leathers – fingerless gloves, a tight fitting leather jacket and matching pants with a red stripe up the sides. He had a shaved head and a bit of an Eastern European look and was pretty well put together. He was currently chatting with Finn and Pedro while they sat down around the sofa. He and Mac came over and introduced themselves to us. Richard waved at the lads and then went back to the Gaydar chatroom saying he had one or two hopeful leads, and that the dancer wouldn’t be over till he could escape his dancer friends after the pubs closed, maybe after a nightclub. We laughed and left him back to it – some guys are all about trying to arrange the perfect sex party, rather than focus on who’s there. Still though, I knew I would be appreciating all his efforts later. Glasgow wasn’t London, it was harder here to try and arrange an orgy with guys all around the same calibre and try to convince some other lads to join. You had to put a lot of energy into getting the right group together. If you put a call out on the gaydar chatroom, you’d either end up with unsuitable lads contacting you (and I know – “what is unsuitable?” varies from group to group – in one it might be guys who are too vanilla and who’d probably bolt at the first sight of pills and powders – which Don was currently spreading out on the coffee table – in another group, “unsuitable” might be guys who are too into taking the favours and not really into the fucking – in later years I had a few “leeches” as I called ’em, in my orgies, and tended only to call them over when I’d gotten well and truly fucked up and had hidden a private stash). Anyways – I digress – Don was talking to us about how he couldn’t stay long (he had other deliveries) and had explained to Pedro and Finn how much K to snort. The blue angels were being divvied up on the table with Harry apportioning his and mine, while I ran off to the bathroom to get Finn’s bag and my wallet. The MDMA and G that Pedro had bought, was added to the pile for everyone and I was asked to get a bottle of Irn Bru (a Scottish soft drink – an acquired taste to non-natives) on my way back through the kitchen. While getting Finn’s bag I saw it was open, so I curiously poked around (I’m a nosey fucker sometimes – I won’t deny it) and saw some syringe packets. “Fuck” I thought, “better not show Harry these, or he’ll bolt”. When I brought the stuff back in, I watched Finn take his moneyclip out and then pack his bag carefully away after paying Don. While doing this, there was a good bit of eye contact between him and Pedro. Now, I’m no Sherlock Holmes, but I felt I pretty quickly got a read the situation – it looked to me like he and Pedro would be doing some harder drugs later (injecting mephedrone or something) but were good enough to not “frighten the horses” by doing them in front of everyone. Fair enough, I thought. Pedro opened up a new pack of shot glasses that had been on sideboard and Finn started making up shots of Irn Bru with droppers of G in em. Don started lecturing us a bit about the various drugs, namely Harry, Mac and me, I guess the others were old hats at them. Don’s accent was a weird mix of Glaswegian (the rougher accent) and some eastern country with harsh z’s and t’s. I found out later that he was Czech or something but had been over here for years. He continued, “alright lads, here’s the deal with G - the dose can be between 1 and 2 mls and you have to be very careful spacing out the shots. This is cause you can overdose really easily if you’re not careful. It all depends on your weight and loads of other factors. So you’ll all be taking just 1 ml per dose tonight and Finn here will be keeping the G and administering it. He knows how to time it.” Finn cut in then with “yeah and I won’t be giving anyone anything more outside of that time. So don’t even try to ask me for it. It’s a total buzzkill to have some lad overdose and be writhing around in front of everyone. Worse, if you really overdo it you could die.” Finn and Don said all this in a surprisingly calm tone but I could see Harry turn a bit pale. Don was still speaking “but like with all drugs, respect G and she’ll give you a fun ride.” Finn passed out the shot glasses for each of us except Don. Richard tore himself away from the computer and came over and joined us. I noticed we each got two. He motioned that we drink the left shot glass of Irn Bru and G and then the right one (just Irn Bru) immediately after, in order to try and get the taste out. I thought to myself “how bad can it taste?” Finn counted down “one two three” and we all knocked them back. I found my answer immediately – the stuff was easily one of the most disgusting tastes I ever had – so artificial and wrong. I’ve eaten Durian in Malaysia on a dare and this shit was nastier. I felt like I was swallowing bleach, and probably wasn’t too far wrong considering the stuff is marketed as video cleaner or something. I looked over at Harry while I quickly downed the other shot. “Fuck!” he grimaced, “I’ll never ask people “what’s your poison” again! I now know what it is – Fuckin G” As Finn was passing around the Irn-Bru bottle to the lads to get the soapy remains of the G out of their mouths, I noticed Don and Pedro chatting and walking to the hallway. I followed them and overheard Pedro say “…so stop by later if you’re free”. Don looked down at his phone, and said, “I’m pretty busy Pedro, and my boyfriend might want to meet up tomorrow. I think he wants to go hiking or some shit like that”. I walked up to Pedro and Don and “by accident” dropped my towel. “Whoops”, I smirked and turned around to pick it up. As I slowly picked it up (but didn’t put it back on) I said to Don, “dude, thanks for all the advice on the drugs,” and walking right up to face him, “and I know I’d really appreciate it if you could drop by again”. Don was transfixed looking at my smooth pale toned body. I leant in and kissed him on his thin lips. His fingerless-glove covered hands started to rub the top of my ass as he began to kiss back. Breaking our kiss, Don said admiringly, “you’ve a saucy one there Pedro”. Pedro reached over and started playing with my ass, “yeah Finn was telling me this chico’s already taken a load since mine today, and I only left him out of here three hours ago. Isn’t that right chico?” he asked, as he playfully slapped my ass. All I felt was four hands all over my ass and I was in pig heaven. Pedro got behind me and squatted down to start rimming my hole. I started groaning into my kiss with Don, once again made a quivering mess by Pedro’s superb ass-eating skills. After a while of snogging Don, he pulled back and whispered “suck my dick” as quiet as can be and started pushing my head down with one hand while the other started to unbuckle his leather pants. As my head reached his waist I was shocked as Don pulled out a very nice 7” semi hard-on with a tribal tattoo on it. I looked up and said, “fuck dude that must’ve hurt”. He smiled his thin-lipped smile at me and started whapping his cock off my cheeks to get fully hard. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, still a bit distracted by Pedro who was going hell-for-leather rimming my back passage. Don slapped his cock off of my tongue a bit and then spat down into my open mouth. Hot! He grabbed my hair and my tongue slid down his shaft. I was a bit slow to suck on him as it was my first tattooed dick and I wanted a closer look. However Don wasn’t having any of that, and literally opened my mouth with his free hand and forced me down him. He worked his cock in and out of me then fucking my mouth. I’d hear him mutter “Oh fuck”, Don whispered through gritted teeth, “oh yeah, suck it bitch”. Looking up at him he’d sneer at me and spit down on my upturned face. While this was going on Pedro was giving it loads at my ass. He was rubbing his head and whole face up my crack and then in the process of going down again, he would rapidly shake his head and stuck-out tongue from side to side. It was hot though quite distracting. I kept losing my rhythm on Don’s cock cause of Pedro’s attention to my hole. This situation went on for about 5 minutes, with Don increasing the pace, and every now and again slapping my face either with his hand or with his cock. “Fuck” I thought, “this dude plays rough” – I would later learn that Don was a card-carrying member of the very small gay BDSM scene in Glasgow. Then as he got close, he signalled to Pedro, who grabbed swapped places with Don, and fed me his long dark Spanish cock. I felt Don roughly shove one finger up me, then two, and then with no warning he shoved his spit-lubed cock all into me at once. I bucked at the rude entrance and almost bit Pedro’s cock off. “Whehdefuh” I managed to say over Pedro’s cock, which was working my sore throat. Don just smacked, no, punched, both my ass cheeks really hard (to distract from the pain of my hole I guess – it worked for five seconds) and started ramming his cock in and out. “Oh fuck yeah”, Don grunted, and quickening his pace I realised his cock was growing even more in that characteristic way just before cumming – I had obviously done a good job blowing him – or maybe he hadn’t cum in a while – I later heard his very vanilla boyfriend was completely unaware of his double lives in BDSM and in dealing and thought Don was a carpenter or some shit. With a couple more painful thrusts, I felt his cock squirt his juices inside me – once, twice, three times. Don then pulled out very unceremoniously and brought my cock around to my mouth. Don tried shoving his cock in to fit it beside Pedro’s darker one, (it thankfully didn’t work, and I thankfully don’t have stretch marks – there was no way I could fully fit those two big boys in at the same time. Pedro’s cock simply got pushed out). Don said, “clean it bitch” and remembering Harry’s remark earlier, I also felt so happy I took the time to douche. It’s just I’m not really into licking my own crap off anyone’s cock. This was hot though – just my ass juices and Don’s cum. As I spit-polished his knob, I looked up to see Don give Pedro a little twisted white paper baggy (the ones made of cigarette-rolly wrappers) and say “this is for your bitch – for a job well done”. Then pulling his cock out and stuffing it back into his leathers, he pulled me by my hair up to standing, and kissed me. “Good job bitch”, he whispered and then spat in my mouth. With that he turned and left. I stood there a bit dazed, ass dripping, face covered in spit, looking over at Pedro who was grinning. Pedro chuckled and said, “well chico, I guess you left a good impression with Don!” I heard a slow clap from the hall and looked over to the doorway where Mick and Finn were looking at us, both jacking their cocks under their towels. Mick piped up, “looks like we’ve an early contender for the biggest slut of the party”. I laughed and wiped my face and said “lads, you’ve no idea just how slutty I can get!” Finn laughed and said, “well, the slut gauntlet has now been thrown!” I started to walk toward them and suddenly wobbled. Pedro caught my arm and looked me over with a smile, and then asked, “was that Don or is it the G?” It was the G. And oh fuck, it was hitting me. Suddenly I felt hornier than ever, and a rush of heat spread across my body. I staggered again and looked at Pedro and laughed. He answered his own question. “It’s the G so”, he concluded, “well, let’s get you back into the living room” and leaning heavily on him I walked back in. As I was walking back in I said to the lads, “well my thinking with Don was, I can’t let a guy I haven’t fucked before, leave a sex party unfucked. I mean”, and I paused for a quick breath, before exclaiming to all and sundry, “I am that fuckin’ kid in the sweetshop. I want to try all the flavours. All the dick! Nothing turns me on more than a bit of strange*”. And then I looked at Pedro and Finn, both who I’d already fucked before, and added quickly “and groupsex – that’s the other thing, oh, and sex on drugs too, oh and dealers. I love to fuck me a dealer. Oh and I still haven’t told you about the load I got today…” *Strange is a term we use here to describe “dick or pussy you haven’t had before” – like the joke goes “If a guy could take four things to a desert island what would they be? Food, Shelter, Pussy and Strange Pussy” As I was babbling on, we got back into the living room to see Harry still in his blue jock strap smoking a newly rolled joint. Harry was the best joint roller I knew and could knock up a killer spliff in 30 seconds flat and they were always consistently good – they never fell apart and they always burned evenly. He was looking over Richard’s shoulder at the computer screen. Richard had one hand on the mouse and with his other hand he was fingering Harry. Harry looked up at us and said “what kept ya lads?” grinning his wicked fuckin grin at us. I sauntered over and nabbed the joint from him (I’m never one to miss an opportunity) and asked “are ya feeling the G yet Harry?” Harry looked thoughtful and replied, “I think so, I mean, I feel all drunk and slutty, but that could be just me”. We both laughed a riot at that and dropping my towel, I took his head in my hands and kissed him full on the mouth – a big old snog. Breaking off, I said, “I feel fucking brilliant, and I’ve still to tell ye all about the ride I got since I left Pedro’s” Cajoling Richard off the computer wasn’t too hard and I lead him and Harry back to the couch where the others were. It was one of those big L-shaped sets, so there was enough room for all of us. I walked around the coffee table to face the line-up of the party. On my left was Finn sitting on the separable footrest, passing out blue pills from the goody tray, some diamond shaped and some with angels on them (no prizes for guessing what they were!). Directly in front of me was Mac with an open towel jacking his massive (and still a bit soft) cock. I guessed the G was working on him too. Harry was at my “1 O’ Clock” sitting in the corner join and reaching over to give Mac a helping hand. Then on my right, Pedro and Richard were sitting on the main part of the couch. Pedro was pouring Irn Bru for people to knock their pills back with. Richard was still in shirt and pants looking back anxiously at the computer. After I took my pills (2 E and a Viagra) I said to the group, “so lads, I’m gathering you all around to hear the tale of “Stuart’s many loads” which I believe will help pass the time while we wait for the V and E to kick in” This got a chuckle out of them. I continued “as I believe ye all know, I only met this fine man here”, indicating at Pedro before I went on, “…today through an old fuck buddy Andrew. He was meant to be riding him today, but his bad luck at having to cover a double shift at the restaurant meant my wonderful luck at meeting him. Today. At 4pm. When he gave me the royal-est of royal fuckings” The boys were all listening now. Harry and Mack had slowed down their jacking and Richard wasn’t looking back to the computer anymore – Oh wait no, he had his phone out! I rolled my eyes at Richard, who had the decency to put it away. I detailed how I met Pedro, and how Pedro had been waiting for me. Finn and Mac both laughed out loud as I described the whole door-ajar thing – he’d obviously done it before. When I was describing that Pedro didn’t want me to rim him – a small detail I thought, Pedro chimed in and said “Well chico, the thing is…” and he paused and leaned backward with his dressing gown falling open to expose his glorious golden body. His rose tattooed pec was glistening and taut as he used his hands behind himself to push his crotch out over the edge of his couch. As he lifted his legs in the air, Pedro kept unwavering eye-contact with me. He licked his fingers and brought them down to his own dark brown hole, that was now shunted into view. As everyone’s attention was transfixed on Pedro’s digits circling his own hole, he continued, “…I learned all my rimming skills from the motherfucking king of rimming, and I only get rimmed by people who’ve learned from him”. Harry snorted into some Irn Bru he was drinking and said “there’s a Mister Miyagi of rimming??” and tried to do a Mister Miyagi “Rim on… Rim off” quote, but kept breaking into laughter. Pedro scooted back into his seat, having proven his point and after Harry stopped giggling about Mister Miyagi, I continued. I next described the coke-fucking and how Pedro had promised me I’d be sober by 7pm – many chuckles were had there too (the lying bastard!). After this I described my race through the east-end to my new house, my brief meet-up with my friend Bill (Richard asked me if he was bi and up for fun. I let him down gently) and my tea with the landlords downstairs, and how hot they were. I had the lads (even Richard) on the edge of their seats now (though not like Pedro five minutes before). I told them how when I got to the bedroom, Blair and Davie cornered me about being high as a kite holding one of Pedro’s spliffs. I took a breath. There was no chatter now. They were hanging on my every word. Pedro broke the silence and said “Aw chico, had I known I was gonna get you in trouble…” I cut him off, “no no Pedro, I was just thinking, I need two volunteers for the next bit to show you exactly what happened.” I should interject at this point to tell you I can become a bit of a bossy bastard while high – getting guys to roleplay really in-depth scenes, and so on. So unsurprisingly I grabbed Mac and made him kneel on the main couch beside Richard, and asked Richard to copy Mac’s pose. I basically got the two lads to recreate how Blair and Davie had been in front of me. Of course at this point they (Blair and Davie) had been asking me to recreate what I had done with Pedro, so it was all getting a bit too “meta” as we’d say, like Andy Warhol’s bean cans, but fuck it, I powered on). I recounted how I had been wearing clothes, but thought “go balls deep or go home” and had stripped naked and knelt in front of my new landlords. As I said this I also acted it out by kneeling in front of Richard and Mac. The two were grinning from ear-to-ear as I unzipped Richards pants to pull out his dripping-precum and rock-hard 7” cock. I took Richard’s cock in my mouth and stroked Mac’s thick juicy semi. Richard’s cock smelled and tasted of lavender soap (which was the showergel in the main bathroom) and fit snugly in my mouth. There was a lovely velvety head of foreskin on it too to play around with and the pre-cum was clear and not-to-sweet – Fuck I feel like I was a food critic the way I just described Richard’s cock! It was lovely, let’s leave it at that! I was enjoying Richard’s cock so much I had to look up at all the guys motioning for me to say what happened next before I reluctantly pulled back off him to continue the tale. At this point I guided Richard slowly down off the couch as I narrated to the guys that this was when Davie came around to help me blow Blair. I took the spliff from Pedro as I told them the two lads had passed me down a spliff at this stage (and if keeping artistic integrity meant I hopped the line of lads waiting for a toke, then so be it!) Getting Richard to help me suck Mac was a great idea cause there was an awful lot more of Mac than there was of Blair, and I wasn’t looking forward to breaking my jaw on it alone. We lapped at his heavy monster – he was close to Pedro’s length, but he also had a lot more girth. A huge amount more! With that monster, I could understand him not being fully erect – I jokingly thought he could die of blood loss if it ever happened (he didn’t as it turned out later). Richard and I were passionately kissing over, around and sometimes without Mac’s cock. I was really getting into telling the guys what to do and so had whispered to each of them their next roles as I unbuttoned Richard’s shirt. Richard had shucked off the rest of his clothes and was squatting on the balls of his feet beside me, erect dick sticking out a perfect 90 degree angle.. I turned to go down on his leaking cock again when I felt Mac’s hand on my head. He recited Blair’s accusations like I told him to, and force-fucked my head down on Richard’s cock. As he talked about fucking me and “Davie” needing to prepare me, Richard’s turned me around and bent to start to rim me. At this point I looked up at the couch see the lads were moving to sit side by side with a clear view of my ass. Harry took Finn’s and Pedro’s cocks in his hand and started pumping them. And then I felt it. I knew who the Mr. Miyagi of rimming was. Richard – you glorious bastard you! Words fail me here guys. I'll always, years later, wish I had kept Richard's number. We stayed in contact for a year or so after this and met up a few times, but then cause of relationships and jobs we drifted apart. I really wish I could have gotten my later boyfriends to have a threesome with Richard just to know his fucking secret. The man should teach classes. I groaned something incomprehensible and Pedro looked me in the eyes and we had that instant flash of communication. He knew I knew. I knew he knew I knew. He knew... you get it. I burbled and said "fuck it the rest of the story was..." I trailed off as Richard, unassuming Richard, restarted a fresh assault on my asshole. I tried again "...I mean, the rest can wait..." I descended into a babbling mess again. Richard was forcefully shoving my asscheeks open and was doing something - I fucking don't know what - but something to my sphincter with the side of his tongue. The thing about his rimmming style was it wasn't about quantity or force, he was all about subtlety and knowing the perfect pleasure buttons to press and showing me new ways to take in sensations from my ass. I arched my back and looked up at Harry. He was sucking on Finn's cock while Pedro was pushing his fingers in to circle his hole. He gave me a quizzical look as he raised a leg to give Pedro better access - he later said he was at first a bit baffled at my change in tone, but then I seemingly (I don't remember this part) just said "Mister Miyagi", "Mist-er, fuck-ing, Mi-ya-gi!" and then made an oooooh sound and descended back into gibberish. Richard - if you ever read this - come find me dude. After an indefinite period of pure rimming pleasure, I noticed that as I thrashed around in response to Richard I loved every muscle movement I was making. I started to feel even more energetic, I closed my eyes and squinted, and each time I squinted it seemed like I was releasing little squirts of pleasure into my brain. The pleasure was building and building like going up a rollercoaster. The Blue Angels had me and I was coming up.

My name is Mikey – CHPT 4 - Time for Your Medicine: The taste of Harold’s cum that I fingered out of my ass was intoxicating. I kept sticking my finger in my bruised hole trying to find more, and realized how desperately I wanted Harold to fuck me again. Was sex always rough like that with men? As much as my guilt tried to overwhelm me, I knew I enjoyed it – fuck this was all so damn confusing. I rubbed the spot on my arm where Curtis had injected me with something earlier, and was not sure what to do, so thought maybe I should try to get some sleep. The constant low-level roar of the porn playing next door in the theater and not being able to get Harold out of my head, made that impossible. So, I got back up and took the ‘grand tour’ of Harold’s living quarters and realized he was as messy and filthy as the rest of Roxies seemed to be, so decided to tidy things up a bit. His pile of Army coveralls all seemed dirty and I was sniffing the last pair before adding them to the pile I had folded when I heard the padlocks begin unlocking on the door. I dropped the coveralls, anxiously hoping it was Harold coming back, then heard the locks on the inside being turned, and soon realized the footsteps I heard were Curtis’. “Well, well, well, I see you’re learning to be a good little wife already huh?” he said with a mix of amusement and what I thought was anger, “You ready for some more dick sissy?” Honestly I was, but did not want his, and took a step back towards the mattress on the floor as I said, “Hmm, no, I…don’t think I can. I…hurt pretty bad right now…and I…have not eaten in a long time. Can I get something to eat now?” Curtis dropped the backpack he was carrying, his eyes flaring with anger as he took two long strides and slapped me, knocking me onto mattress. “You will fucking eat when I tell you to eat, understand?” Curtis snarled, “For a sissy you are awful sassy. Maybe you will learn, but frankly I hope you don’t as I am going to fucking enjoy breaking you. Been far too long since I was able to tear someone apart from the inside out.” I rubbed my face where Curtis’ hand had connected and looked at him with a mix of fear, anger, disgust, and confusion. Curtis gave me a creepy smile and said in barely a whisper, “Don’t worry. That one won’t bruise, others will, but that little slap won’t. I know how to hit and not leave a mark. Now sit on the fucking edge of the bed and put your arm out and tell me your name.” I had to bite my tongue hard not to yell, “MY NAME IS MIKEY!” I held back, bowed my head and said, “I’m a sissy cunt.” “Again,” Curtis ordered. So I kept repeating, “I’m a sissy cunt, I’m a sissy cunt.” Curtis had kicked the backpack he had dropped over next to me, knelt in front of me, lifted my chin with his left hand and gave me that big fucking smile again as I repeated once more, “I’m a sissy cunt.” I had pleased him, and the rush of knowing that made me smile no matter how much I didn’t want to. Immediately Curtis’ smile disappeared and his right hand came up and slapped me even harder, knocking me on my side. “This ain’t about your fucking pleasure. Understand? Sit back up you cunt, and give me your arm,” Curtis spat out. My anger was rising again, but I obeyed, and watched as Curtis pulled two bottles of water out of his bag and set them to the side and then a black leather case, which he took his time unzipping. Curtis laid the case flat and there was a row of syringes on each side and two small glass bottles on each end. He grabbed a syringe, held it up in front of me as he filled it with a dark, yellow liquid from one of the bottles, then I watched as he tapped the syringe and pressed the end slightly so a small squirt shot out of the end. There was a sadistic gleam in his eyes as Curtis roughly grabbed my left arm, held it straight, with the edge of his right hand tapped a vein, then jabbed the syringe into it as I yelped and flinched, but Curtis had my arm locked in a vice grip and held me steady as gave me whatever had been in the bottle. When the syringe was empty he folded my arm, set the syringe in the leather case, dug around in his knapsack and brought out another syringe – one that appeared empty. I could not understand what he was doing as Curtis slowly inserted the needle into a vein in his own arm, but this time instead of injecting something, he pulled back a little on plunger and rivulets of blood followed. He was smiling again now, his entire face almost glowing as he pulled the needle out, licked his arm twice to remove any blood, then looked at me and cocked his head as if I could read his mind. Curtis kept smiling as he then grabbed my right arm and it dawned on me what he planned to do. No fucking way. I began to try to scramble back onto the mattress, but Curtis lifted a closed fist and raised his eyebrows as if asking, “Really, you really want to do that?” I started to shake and tremble and tears began to trickle down my cheeks as I watched in horror and fascination as Curtis slowly stuck the needle that had just been in his arm into mine, and emptied the barrel. When the plunger was all the way home and the barrel empty, Curtis gently removed the needle, bent forward and lovingly caressed the spot on my arm with his tongue before covering it in hot kisses. I didn’t understand why he had done that and was still shaking and too afraid to ask. Curtis tossed that syringe back into his backpack, stood up, pulled his pants down, and released his rock hard dick. I knew he wanted to fuck, so started to get up, but Curtis pushed me back down, knelt down on the floor with his pants still around his ankles, pulled me tight to him and gave me a long, wet kiss. His tongue explored my mouth and he began to nibble at my lips with his teeth, each bite a little harder than the last. “Do you feel it yet?” he asked, “Do you feel me? Do you feel your medicine? I’ve got another injection for you right here.” Curtis then slammed his closed fist into my chest sending me flat on my back and knocking the wind out of me a bit. He roughly reached out, flipped me over, spread my ass apart and buried his face in my hole, moaning and groaning as his mouth coated my ass crack and shredded ring with spit. My own dick was hard now, and I felt a little dizzy and disoriented. When I opened my eyes and looked at the crumpled up sheets or wall behind the mattress, the dizziness got worse, so I kept my eyes closed as Curtis continued to work my hole with his mouth. Waves of heat, cold, and nothingness seemed to circle through my body. I started to sort of phase out, must have been from that shot, and Curtis’ voice now seemed to come in bits and pieces. He had moved his body up over mine and was now grinding his long, thick, torpedo headed dick against my ass. “You want some more dick sissy cunt? I know you do. It’s all right, I know you can’t really think clearly right now, it’s alright sissy, I don’t want your mouth, JUST YOUR FUCKING CUNT!” With that Curtis punched his dick into my ass bringing me a moment of pain and clarity before the fog rolled back in. Curtis had his left arm around my neck to hold me in place and was whispering in my ear as he ground his dick around inside of me like a helicopter rotor, “FUCK YOU GOT A GOOD CUNT, GOD DAMN SISSY, THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE MADE FOR. YOU WERE MADE FOR PLEASING MEN. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO FUCK YOU - YOU LET THEM. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO CUM IN YOU – YOU LET THEM. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO TREAT YOU LIKE THE WORTHLESS SISSY CUNT YOU ARE – YOU WILL THANK THEM! FUCKING JAIL RIPE ASS! SHIT. YOU WILL BE A SISSY THAT CRAVES BLACK DICK, NEEDS BLACK DICK, AND I AM GOING TO USE YOU HARD EVERY DAY AND FILL YOU WITH MY CUM.” The harder Curtis fucked me, the tighter he squeezed my neck with his arm and the dizzier I got. I brought my hands up to try pull his arm away, but it was a half-hearted attempt. Something about feeling the muscles in his forearm flex and move as he tightened his grip, combined with his dick stretching my ass out, and his dirty talk made me surrender. So I just held on and let him ride me. I don’t know what happened next. When I could focus again I was still face down on the mattress, but Curtis was not on top of me. I reached back and felt a wetness on my back and ass and heard Curtis laugh, then say, “I glazed that ham inside and out with my own honey sauce. Fucking leave it there and get up. Time for some more medicine.” I rubbed my eyes, shook my head to clear it, and carefully scooted to the edge of the mattress and got up. Curtis was sitting in a chair, fully dressed, hidden in a cloud of smoke. He held out his hand, “Here, hit it, this is that laced kush I was telling you about. From now on you will be in a constant state of FUCKED-THE-HELL-UP. Anytime I see you I expect you to be high, drunk, doped out on your medicine, or all three, understand? Good sissy cunt, now you’re learning. I don’t need to hear your mouth unless I give you permission to speak. Just nod that little head of yours. Fuck, what you doing? You don’t smoke good shit like that. Let me guess, you ain’t never smoked before you met those two white trash fuckers? You got to savor this shit, let it flow through you, ease it out. This ain’t no fucking horse race. That’s it, feel that? Good. Come on.” Curtis stood up, crossed his arms in impatience, and started to mumble something while I looked for a place to put out the joint. I found an overflowing ashtray on a shelf, went to put it out, but Curtis stopped me, grabbed it back, and gripped it between his teeth as he roughly shoved me forward. I quickly scanned for something to put on, not sure what was happening, but realizing again how naked I was and how dirty I felt. Curtis turned the deadbolts in the door, opened the door and stood back for me to pass through. I was assaulted by the porn theater’s raucous sounds of some young girl being pummeled by two big dicks and cautiously took a step forward. I had lost track of time, so was not sure how long I had been in Harold’s room, but the theater now had a low haze of smoke drifting in gentle waves several feet off the floor and it felt tremendously hot in there. Curtis closed the door, gripped my left arm hard, and as he steered me towards the back of the theater I saw two guys who were sitting in the theater seats turn their heads, their hands pausing from jacking their dicks, as they watched my naked parade. I was led to a group of men who were sitting in a cluster of chairs over by the couch. Their voices died and all heads turned and stared as Curtis dragged me closer. Even with the heat, my body was covered in goose bumps and I held a hand over my dick, trying to give myself some sense of being covered up. “Jesus fucking Christ Curtis,” one of them said, “What the fuck have you done?” I looked around at the group, I guess there were seven or eight of them, all white and older like my dad’s age, scruffy, some had beards, most of them were smoking, and the smell of pot was especially strong coming from the guy Curtis stopped and made me stand by. “Well,” Curtis started, “I ain’t done nothing that didn’t need doing and you know better than to get up in my fucking shit. However, as a show of appreciation for your steady business you bunch of freaks, I figured I would let you share in my bounty – err booty.” This elicited a round laughs, “Hell yeahs,” and more. Curtis lit the joint he had me hit before, gave it to me again with a nod to hit it hard several times, he then ground it out on the floor and said, “You dirty fucks have an hour,” and then walked out the exit and shut the door, leaving me alone. Immediately multiple hands began grabbing at me, touching me, someone swore when they ran their hands in the cum Curtis had dribbled on my lower back when he pulled out, and in the dim, hazy light of the porn movie, I was pawed and fawned over as the pack of perverts tried to figure out what to do. I didn’t know what to do either. I did know that if I went back to the room Curtis would get angry, so I just stood there and tried to ignore what was happening. “Hey, you, fuck what’s wrong with you,” one of the men asked who was now standing in front of me, “Where you from, what’s your name, from that wad covering your hind side and dripping down your thighs it looks like Curtis fucked you right. Did he? You can tell us?” Another round of laughter and the group was now joined by the guys who had been sitting in the theater seats closer to the screen. One of them rammed a boney finger up my ass then exclaimed, “Fucking whore! This pussy is wet and open. Just what I needed.” He soon was gripping my waist and thrusting his dick into my open ass. Compared to Curtis, he was not that big, so it didn’t hurt. Egged on by some of the guys telling him to, “Breed that pussy. Fuck that cunt,” the guy fucking me was soon letting everyone know he was cumming in my ass. As soon as the first guy pulled out, there was another one sliding in who was fucking rougher and harder making me have to reach out and steady myself on some guy’s shoulder. Now one of them was standing in front of me ordering me to suck his dick and asked me, “Ever tasted pussy? This is what dick tastes like after fucking a pussy, lick my wife’s juices.” ICK…I opened my mouth and got pegged on both ends. Then I was shuffled over to the couch and made to bend forward and suck on a tiny little dick attached to a very fat guy, as someone else fucked me and told everyone how sloppy my hole was. I couldn’t tell who was fucking me and as soon as one stopped, another shoved his dick in me. It took the fat guy forever to cum in my mouth and when he did it was barely a dribble. He heaved himself off the couch and before another guy could take his place the guy fucking me told me to put my knees up on the couch, grab the back, and push my ass out. That’s how I was when Curtis came back to get me, ass up, being raw fucked by some unknown man. “Time’s up fellas,” Curtis’ voice cut through the chatter like a knife through butter. The guy who was fucking begging for just another minute as he was close to shooting again, but Curtis physically yanked him off me, I heard someone swear, chairs slide, then Curtis grabbed my arm and dragged me stumbling back to Harold’s room. Curtis slammed the door, bolted it, pushed me towards Harold’s mattress and said, “Stop right where you are. Were you a good sissy? Gave them all a good cunt? Did you take every dick and every load?” I didn’t say a word, Curtis chuckled, “Good. You may speak.” I then replied, “Yes, thank you,” and that made Curtis go, “MMMMHHHHHH.” The sound of Curtis unzipping his pants seemed impossibly loud, his big hands clamped onto my hips, his nails digging into my skin. He roughly pulled me back against his body and said, “You smell like a whore, you know that? All that white trash cum running down your legs. I bet you cannot even close that hole anymore huh. Just like a sissy cunt. Let me get up in there – OH FUCK YEAH THAT CUNT IS WET! ALL THAT WHITE TRASH NUTT UP IN THERE! MAKING IT HOT AND WET FOR ME! TELL ME HOW THEY FUCKED YOU. TELL ME HOW THOSE WHITE TRASH FUCKERS USED YOUR CUNT. TELL ME HOW YOU HATED THOSE TINY WHITE DICKS AND MISSED THIS BIG BLACK MONSTER FUCKING YOU!” I obeyed and told Curtis all he wanted to know. Every word spurned him on and as he slam fucked me in the middle of the floor, my ass made wet clapping and slurping sounds, which caused his dick to swell. Suddenly Curtis’ mood seemed to change and he started slapping my head and face yelling, ‘SHUT UP CUNT SHUT UP!” I didn’t know what I had done and stumbled forward a step or two trying to maintain my balance, which made Curtis even angrier. The hits came harder, the fucking rougher, and I was so confused, then suddenly Curtis stopped and I heard Harold say, “Mind if I cut in?” My ears were ringing, my head throbbing, and I think Curtis mumbled something back, but he released me, pulled his dick from my ass, and stepped away as he and Harold exchanged angry whispers. I was too afraid to turn around and stood where I was, my body shaking, until I was embraced by Harold who held me against him and said, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” I turned and stood on my tip toes as Harold leaned down and kissed me. Not hard and rough, just in a way that made me feel like he wanted me. His breath was an awful mix of cigarettes, liquor, pot, I don’t know what else, but I loved it and felt the heat of desire boil up inside me as I knew it was in him from the bulge now tenting his coveralls. Harold let me go, went over to his book shelf, grabbed the full ashtray, dumped it into a box on the floor, dropped the ashtray in a plastic bag, dug around, dropped a few more things in, grabbed a bottle of brown liquor sitting on the floor, wadded the sheets and blankets on his bed into a ball, tucked them under his arm and said, “Come on.” I followed Harold through the door into the bathroom that connected his room to Curtis’ office. He asked if I had to go, but I just looked at how dirty and messy I was, shook my head no and said, half asking, “But my clothes?” Harold just smiled and said, “You don’t need your clothes,” so I then followed him out the other door and into Curtis’ office. I was afraid I would see Curtis, but Harold said, “Don’t worry. He’s gone for the night. Home to the old lady.” Harold opened a small door in a back corner and said, “Follow me,” and he started climbing. There were metal rungs protruding from the cinder block wall and as I stepped in and looked up I saw Harold unlatch and push open a panel and then climb out onto the roof. Harold reached down and lifted me up through the hatch and onto the roof and I immediately jumped around and swore as the hot surface burned my bare feet. “Oh shit, sorry beautiful, my fucking bad. Here, stand on these.” Harold dropped the blankets, I quickly jumped on them, and stood naked in the hot, humid air. It was night out. I don’t know what time exactly, but the only real light was coming from the moon and the strip mall parking lot lights. I could see other stores, restaurants, and the interstate and could hear the rumble of trucks and cars and the sounds of life. There was a slight breeze, which felt so good, but then I remembered I was still naked and squatted down. Harold laughed, “Ain’t no one can fucking see you. Look. The side of the building is high enough that hell, you’d have to be climbing the dam light pole to see up here. I thought you might enjoy a little change of scenery, what do you think?” I looked around, smiled, and said, “Thank you. I do. This is great.” I then watched, hungry for this man, as Harold dug around in his bag, pulled out some stuff, lit a joint, hit it, then handed it to me before he unzipped, kicked his boots off, slid his overalls off, and wiggled his boots back on. When he was done, Harold put his fist on his hips and posed like a fucking super hero, and said, “Bow before your Mandingo Warrior God, serve the supreme black man,” making me choke and laugh and lose the smoke I had in my lungs. I hit the joint again as Harold had me step on his coveralls, he then stepped over to a blue tarp that was being held down by several concrete blocks, set the blocks aside, pulled the tarp back, took the blankets and laid them out on top of a mattress that had been under the tarp. “I like to sleep up here sometimes,” Harold explained, “I just need the space, you know?” I quickly stepped over to the mattress and sat down beside Harold. Fuck every time he smiled at me I wanted to melt. What was that? Harold pulled the liquor bottle out, a couple more joints, he offered me the bottle while he lit up, then he plopped back on the mattress, letting out a big sigh and a stream of smoke. This was my first chance to really get a good look at him naked, so I took it. I laid on my side and tentatively reached out to touch his torso, but stopped, not sure if I should. Harold took my hand, held it in his and set it on his stomach. The heat radiating from his body was hotter than the roof! Harold removed his hand, hit the joint again, put his arms back and up over his head stretching out like a big cat, a lion, a true king. I slowly ran my left hand up and down his stomach, over his chest, outlining all the various tattoos that marked his skin as well as various scars – large and small. The dog tags around his neck felt cold, even in the heat of the night. When I touched his side he chuckled. A little – ticklish – hmmm. Harold tilted his head back letting me have access to his neck and the angel wing tattoos that wrapped around it. I raised my left leg and laid it on top of his, my knee brushing his dick, which twitched and grew a little. Harold sighed again, rolled onto his stomach, and let me explore his back. I straddled his lower back and began to massage him, his muscles giving way under my fingers as he enjoyed his 420 and my touch. After a while Harold rolled back over, flicked what was left of his joint away, pulled me against his body with his left arm so I was half laying on his chest, and began to ask me questions about myself. I was reluctant to answer after all that happened, but I felt safe with him, so I told him everything about meeting Brett and Pa at the campground, and then ending up at Roxies, and Curtis, and the theater, everything – well almost everything as I left out the part about Curtis and his blood needle. I realized as I was telling him about the theater his long dick had swelled, the foreskin pulled back, the head was glistening with precum. I could not resist and scooted down a little so I could taste it, and lick it, which made Harold grab my head, “Swallow that shit.” I sucked him for a little bit, went back to lying on his chest, and it was Harold’s turn. He told me he was a mechanic in the Army, had done a few tours overseas, been shot up a bit, which explained the scars on his chest. He and Curtis had grown up together and while Curtis had gotten into the wild shit over there interrogating the terrorists, he was content fixing shit. When he paused I asked, “Are you gay?” This got a big laugh and Harold said, “Oh, nothing like that beautiful. Like I told you, I like a good boy pussy, and yours is well….well you can see what just talking about it does to me. I had a girl before I got shipped off, but I was different when I came back, so was she. Curtis has been good to me, took me in, gave a job, place to crash, and working here there’s always a willing mouth or ass if I need to bust. But honestly, those are just holes to nutt in. You beautiful are more than that, you are pussy. Look how you make my dick swell. Go ahead, touch it, stroke it, feel that big black shaft.” Harold’s dick was definitely longer and thicker than Curtis’ and I liked tugging on his foreskin. I was uncut too, which was unusual for guys my age and got me plenty of ridicule in the locker room. After several minutes of stroking his dick, I could not believe how big it looked. “Fuck, that’s like a fucking horse dick! I can’t believe I took the whole thing!” I said. Harold reached over into his bag, pulled out a bottle of baby oil and said, “Here, see what you can do with this.” I took the bottle, turned the cap, dribbled some baby oil on Harold’s chest and took my time rubbing it over his body, glistening him up from head to toe. I then squirted some onto his dick, making him sigh and his dick throb and pulse in my hand like a garden hose with a kink in it. Harold’s head was back, and his eyes closed, as he enjoyed the attention so he was surprised when I straddled his torso, reached behind me, made his dick even slicker, and guided it towards my ass. “You want me to fuck you? You want to ride my dick? It takes me a long time to cum in this position, but it stays fucking hard. Will you keep it in? Let me work that ass with my 3rd leg? Yeah – FUCK YEAH! Look at me, keep your eyes open. I want to see your face as you sit on it, feel it stretch you open. I’m a freak beautiful, so I’m up for ANYTHING, are you?” I just smiled as I grabbed Harold’s slick dick, tried to get a firm grip, and leaned forward so I could angle it into my waiting hole. Harold did not move. He let me guide it to my ass and when I was ready I pushed and felt it slip inside my ring. I only let the head go in, then pulled off, slid the head back in, pulled off, then did it again. After a few times of teasing his dick like that I knew Harold wanted more as his cock was literally quivering in my hand. The feeling of a hot man’s dick pulsing in my hand with every heart beat was un-fucking believable! I threw my head back and bounced up and down on his raw dick as hard and deep as I could. When my legs began to tire Harold started bucking his hips, thrusting into me, preparing my hole. I was surprised when my own orgasm overwhelmed me and as my dick spewed wildly across Harold’s chest, my ass clamped down like a vice and I tried to push off his dick as it suddenly hurt and I was too sensitive. Harold grabbed my waist, held me tight, and I leaned forward onto his chest letting him angle up into my ass walls, flesh smacking flesh. “Ready for that Louisiana cream pie beautiful?” Harold asked. “LET ME EMPTY THAT NUTT IN THAT PUSSY. TELL ME WHERE YOU WANT IT. UP IN THAT STOMACH? WANT THAT NUTT UP INSIDE YOU? THAT’S IT BEAUTIFUL, TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT, OH GOD DAMN, TAKE THIS CUM, TAKE…..SHIT…” As Harold started to shoot I leaned back and bounced harder and deeper onto his dick. I had to have it and kept riding him until he finally made me stop. I laid against his chest and as I started to slide off to the side, he rolled our bodies so that his dick was still inside me. I felt embarrassed and guilty for some reason, and tried to hide my face against his chest. Harold said, “Don’t be shy beautiful,” and he slid his finger through the trail of cum leaking out of my ass, licked it, then gave me a taste, “That’s me and you – all that – just me and you – you like us?” What could I say? I had never felt to safe, so secure, so loved in all my life and wiggled and pushed my ass against his dick. Harold kissed my neck, my forehead, my lips, “You got my babies now you sissy cunt. I think that pussy is ready for the next step,” he said. Harold and I spent the rest of the night up on that roof, fucking, talking, loving. Right then I thought I knew what love was, and I relished it. Not just the feel of his body against mine, inside mine, but the feel of him in my soul. Wait, what did Harold mean about my pussy being ready for the next step? STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 5: Glory Hole Beat Down **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Nah, no reason not to get bred. I'd only worry about the person swabbing your ass if they were using their tongue... Any STI would likely not show up in the swab until a couple of days later anyway. I must add where I get my tests done I have to do my own swabbing in a video booth at the clinic. A 'how to do it' video - not as much fun as it could be, haha

The crazy thing about this exchange, too, is that i'm standing in his office, a naked, hairless pierced fuck twat in a chastity, calling myself a "cumdump" -- and he still just says, "use a condom." lol

2. Johnny I was in another generic city somewhere in the Midwest. It could have been Cleveland, St. Louis or Indianapolis. It didn't matter; after a while, they all blended together. Most of the time I wouldn't ever get more than five miles from the airport. The hotels looked the same, the food tasted the same, and the strip malls all looked the same. I was here for three days: it was some sort of client meeting. But all I cared about was a fresh location for my real job: spreading my virus. There were uncountable untouched men here, ready to offer up their innocent holes, ready to recieve the gospel of my cock, ready to be fertilized by me, ready to be one more chapter in the story of Johnny Deathseed. "Anything else I can get for you, Sir?" the bellboy asked. His question jolted me back to reality. I had gone on autopilot even before the taxi has picked me up at home earlier in the day. Only now did I realize that I had finally reached my destination. I took a good look at the bellboy. He was young, maybe 22, brown hair and brown eyes. He had that youthful glow of a corn-fed midwestern boy. "A beer and a blowjob?" I asked. He smiled at my comment, and I decided that I was going to fuck him. I knew he was a bottom. He would soon be squirming with that cock-hardening combination of pleasure and pain as I slammed into his hole. "What's your taste in beer?" he asked, barely knocked off balance by my answer. "And, I suppose, in blow jobs?" "For the beer, right now, all I care about is that it is cold and a beer," I answered. "And for a blow job, I just like to kick back, and let the guy gag on my cock before swallowing my load. I'm a simple man. It's easy to make me happy." "Well, give me a few minutes, and I'll see what I can do to make you happy," he said, smiling. Any doubt I had had about getting into his hole disappeared. He'd go to bed with a load of my pozcum marinating in his ass. But, before I could say anything else, he had left the room, leaving me alone. If he was at all serious, it was time for me to get ready for his return. I opened my bag, and pulled out the travel size bottle of lube, some poppers, and a condom or two. I stripped down to my underwear, and went into the bathroom. As hoped, the hotel had thoughtfully provided a sewing kit. I don't think they had planned for it to be used the way I was going to use it. I extracted the needle and carefully pushed it through the condom wrappers a few times. Three tiny holes that would be unnoticeable in the heat of the moment, but they would be more than enough to let my jizz drain out of the protective sheath, into an unsuspecting boy's hole. Of course, it would be better bareback, but I wanted to make sure that no matter what, my special seed wouldn't go to waste. I hopped into the shower, quickly rinsing off the grime of the day's travel. I wad barely dried off when I heard the knock on the door. I wrapped the towel around my waist, and went to the door. Through the peephole, there was the bellboy holding a bottle of beer in his hand. I opened the door, and let him in. "That was fast," I said. "Didn't want you to take matters into your own hand and jerk out that load," he replied. I closed the door behind him. "I'm Tyler," he said. "You can call me Johnny," I said. Even though I knew he could probably figure out my real name, I wanted him to remember me as the legendary one who changed so many men's lives. And his life. "Nice to meet you, Johnny," he said. He twisted the cap off the beer and handed it to me. "Here's your beer," he said. I took a swig from it. The cold beer was just what I needed. "And the blowjob?" I asked. I let the towel fall from my waist. I was standing naked, just a smile, a bottle of beer, and the start of a glorious erection. My cock hung down, the blood had started to flow. A warm mouth teasing it would quickly get it totally hard. "Right here?" he asked. "Or you want to get on the bed?" "Let's do this on the bed," I replied. I leaned against the pillows, my legs spread just for Tyler to crawl between. Tyler pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and quickly ditched his pants. He was in just his underwear, the skimpy blue shorts barely hiding his hard cock. He turned around, giving me a peek at his ass. It was firm and pert. I wanted to grab it immediately, I wanted to spread those cheeks, lick his hole, then slide my poz cock into it and fill him with my seed. I knew I had to pace myself. There would be plenty of time for us to work our way up to that. First, I wanted him to get comfortable with my cock, and to feel safe around it. He climbed onto the bed, and got down between my legs. My cock was right in his face. "You're clean, aren't you?" he asked me. "Yeah, I am. Tested regularly," I said. Already, I was learning the little lies and omissions that would get me what I wanted. This one had the advantage of being completely true: I had just gotten out of the shower, so I was clean. And I had started to get tested regularly, just to see how much of my immune system the HIV had destroyed. My answer reassured him that this was safe, because he took my cock into his mouth and started to suck on it. It had been a day or two since my last blow job, and I missed the subtle pleasure of another man submitting before me and licking my shaft. Although he was young, this clearly was not Tyler's first time sucking cock. He worked his way down my stick, taking all of it into his mouth and letting me penetrate into his throat. "Tastes good," he said, licking up a drop of pre-cum from the tip of my cock. I smiled at him, happy that he was so eager to swallow my bodily fluids. I wondered if he would be so enthusiastic if he knew each drop contained thousands of virii, each one eager to change his life forever. But for now, my status was my secret. "Feels damn good," I said. I pressed his head back down on my cock, watching the length of it disappear into his mouth. "Don't stop." He didn't. He bobbed up and down on my tool, getting it hard, wet and slippery. His mouth felt good, but I knew that his ass would feel even better. "You ever fuck?" Tyler asked me, reading my mind. "Fuck yeah," I said. I pulled him off my cock, and spun him around. Before he could say a word, I buried my face in his crack, licking his smooth, clean hole. He pressed his ass against me, trying to get more of my my tongue into his hole. "Damn, that feels good," he said. He was moaning in pleasure and he continued to lap at my cockhead. "I want you in me," he said. "I want you to fuck me so badly." I teased his hole a bit longer, getting it wet, slick and ready to accept my cock. "You have a condom?" he asked me. I was disappointed that I wouldn't get to experience his hole the way nature intended, but at least I was prepared for rubberized fucking. I grabbed the condom and lube, then rolled him over on to his back. Some lube went on his hole, and he fingered himself while I prepared on the special condom. First, I put a bit of lube on my shaft. I carefully unwrapped the rubber. I ran my fingers over the small pricks from the needle, knowing there was no way for Tyler to see them or for him to know how little protection the condom really provided. I unrolled the useless piece of rubber over my hard cock. It was an elaborate piece of theater, all just for show, all so I could breed his hole. When I came, the rubber would leak and let my seed drip into the boy's hole. Once sheathed, I poured more lube on my shaft and handed the poppers to Tyler. As he did a hit, I put his legs on my shoulders, and lined up my cock with his hole. "Please?" he asked me. "I'm ready." I pressed in, and felt his warm hole swallow up my cock. I wondered if this wasn't the first time he had been fucked today; he took all of my eight inches easily and barely needed any time to get used to my presence. "First time?" I asked. "Today, I mean." He smiled sheepishly. "No. My boyfriend fucked me on my break. His load is still be up there." I was glad that he wasn't a total condom nazi. He would be able to share my gift to him with the boyfriend. "Hot," I said. "I love a well-fucked hole." I started to thrust in and out, working the boyfriend's load into his hole. "You bareback with him?" "Yeah," he said. "We got tested a few months ago, and since then, we always go raw." "Nice," I said. "But you have to be careful, you know." Especially, I thought, with strangers with an agenda. "I know. Other than the boyfriend, I always use condoms." I knew he was lying. All men had moments of weakness. He already knew how good bareback sex felt. The more he let his boyfriend fuck him raw, the more he would crave the intimacy and sharing that came from unprotected intercourse and from sharing fluids. "Always?" I asked, pressing him on his obvious lie. I knew there had to have been at least one guy that he would have done anything for. It would be a brief moment of weakness that would undo all his and his boyfriend's careful precautions. "Yeah, although, it's not always easy," Tyler said. "Sometimes. When my boyfriend is away, you know, it's really hard to be good." "I know. But it's good you do it." I was already dripping my virus-laden pre-cum into his hole. I didn't need to press the point any further. He had already lost the battle. "God, this feels so good," I said. "I needed this so badly." "How long are you here for?" he asked. "You can fuck me any time you want." "Just a few nights," I said. It was a short trip, and soon I would be in another city. I would be seeking out another boy to annoint with my dirty, toxic, holy cum. "Getting so fucking close." "Yeah, pound it into me," Tyler said. He did another hit of poppers, then offered the bottle to me. "And don't pull out." I took the poppers from him and inhaled deeply. I was getting close and I knew the hit would push me over the edge. "Don't worry. I love your hole." I started to slam my cock into his hole. The friction from the condom would only tear up his hole and make Tyler more receptive to my dirty spooge. "You ready?" I asked. Tyler had been stroking his cock hard and he was just as close as I was. "Fuck yeah, nail me," he said. "I'm right on the edge." I stopped trying to hold back, and forced my cock deep into him. I held it there, and felt that mind-blowing first spurt of an orgasm. Deep in Tyler's body, the condom was swelling like a balloon and filling up with poz cum. Slowly though, the deadly fluid would leak out. The condom had failed at its one job, and left the young man vulnerable to a virus he couldn't hope to fight off. "Ohh, I'm cumming," he moaned as I thrust into his hole more. "I'm filling you up," I gasped. It was more true than Tyler could know, as more spurts of jizz shot into the boy's defenseless body. His cock was throbbing as well, shooting volley after volley of thick white cream over his smooth stomach. I hardly cared about his load; all I was thinking about was how my virus had found a fresh victim. I wondered how long it would fester in his body before he would think to get tested. Would he know it was me, or if by then he would have a long list of possible poz fathers. I hoped he would always be unsure of who fired the kill shot, the knowledge he was a poz slut forever festering in his brain. The fantasy gave me a few more spurts of cum, filling the condom and then his ass. "Fuck, that was good," Tyler said, gasping for breath. His stomach was covered with his sticky load. I slowly pulled out, making sure most of my biohazardous waste ended up in Tyler's hole. I checked that there were still a few drops in the condom, just for appearances. Luckily, even if some sperm dripped out later, he couldn't ever tell if was from me or his boyfriend. "Yeah, I needed that too." I pulled off the condom. The outside was covered in my sperm, and I knew Tyler's ass had to be even worse. Before he noticed anything, I went into the bathroom. I threw away the rubber, and came back with a washcloth. I wiped off the cum from Tyler's torso. Cleaned up, Tyler got off the bed. He quickly got dressed. "Thanks man," he said. "Gotta get back to work though."

1a. Brian "Positive," she said. There were tears in her eyes, as she stared at the damp slip of paper. It had turned red in front of us, leaving little doubt about my status. False positives were vanishingly rare. "What happened?" she asked. "How are you going to tell Jon?" I was silent. I could never tell her what had happened. I wasn't sure if I would be able to tell Jon. A man had come in for a test. He had been positive. And, for reasons even now I couldn't explain, I had let him fuck me in the same office where we were now sitting. He had fucked me bareback and I had begged him to cum in me. "It was a moment of weakness when I was in Chicago a while back. Then the condom broke." It was a complete lie, but it was a lie she would be able to understand. Much harder was going to be this evening, talking to Jon. We were always safe. With the random playmates all gay men had and shared. Even with each other we were safe. I was tired of being safe. I was especially tired of being safe with Jon. But this wasn't his decision. It was a thoughtless impulse on my part. "Are you going to be ok?" Susie asked. Sooner or later, I was going to have to actually answer her questions. Have lies prepared for the easy ones, and excuses for not answering the harder ones, but for now, I didn't want to talk to her. "Yeah. I'll be fine. I just want to be with Jon," I said, lying one more time. What I really wanted was to find some innocent boy and fuck his brains out. I wanted to give him the same gift I had just unwrapped. I wanted to know just how powerful my cock had now become. As I walked out from the clinic, my phone buzzed. It was Jon. "Off work. Done with the gym. Headed home. You?" "On my way as well. Hope you are sweaty," I texted back. I needed to fuck a hole now, and Jon would more than do for now. Of course, I'd have to wear a condom. I realized life could never be completely raw and unprotected no matter what I may want. Home was only fifteen minutes away, and the gym was only five. Jon would beat me home and he would be ready for me. My cock twitched as I thought about how inviting his ass would be, framed by the dirty white jock he always wore to the gym. At the same time, I dreaded fumbling with a rubber. I didn't want to wrap my newly potent shaft with a thick, deadening sheath. I didn't want to keep my poisonous sperm from the hole that needed it so urgently. Soon, I was at our apartment building. We had moved in together at the beginning of the school year, six months earlier. I hesitated briefly at the front door, not sure whether to walk in or run away, but I knew I didn't have to deal with it now. I could wait. Fuck him tonight, tell him later. It wouldn't matter in the grand scheme. It would be one more lie. On our door, there was a post-it which read "In the bedroom." It didn't need to say more; I knew he would would be laying on the bed, his legs spread and his muscular body ready for me to fuck. Just inside the door, I kicked off my shoes, and on my way to the bedroom stripped off my shirt and pants. Even before I saw him, my cock was already straining against my underwear, wanting out, wanting inside of my man's hole. I walked into the bedroom. He was laying on his back in the bed, naked, his cock just as hard as mine. "Fuck me," he said, "Please." "Of course," I said, pulling off my underwear. I jumped on the bed, landing between his legs. We kissed as he wrapped his legs around my body, pulling himself up against me. My cock slid along his crack; he had lubed himself up already knowing I'd be fucking him soon enough. As we made out, he held me close and rolled us over onto my back. "I need this so badly," he said, reaching back and rubbing my hard cock. "All I could think about all afternoon was riding you." He grabbed the lube off of the night table, and poured some on his hand. Jon rubbed my cock, getting it wet and slippery. "You know our anniversary is this weekend," he said, as he teased my cock with his fingers. "I know. You want to do something special?" We had been together for two years, and were making plans for what we were going to do next year, after we graduated. He grabbed a bottle of poppers from the table, and did a long hit. "I want to do this," Jon said. Before I could react, he sat down on my cock, taking the entire length of my shaft in a single, easy stroke. I hadn't put the condom on, nor had he. "Oh fuck, that feels good," he moaned. "I love you so much. We waited too long to do this." "Wait," I said, but before I could say anything else, he leaned over and kissed me, forcing tongue into my mouth and pinning my hands against the mattress. I struggled against him, but my efforts only served to force my raw cock deeper into his unprotected hole. And it felt so good, to be inside the man I loved, to be inside him with nothing between. To be truly inside of Jon for the first time. I was already dripping pre-cum into him. I knew how potent a fresh infection was. It would be more than enough to do the deed. "I've been wanting this for so long," he said. "I've been so good." He paused, "We've been so good. Waiting. Being safe. Making sure. And this is my reward." He was riding me hard, slamming his ass against my cock. "And it feels even better than I imagined, your raw cock inside of me." "But," I started. I was torn between pleasure and responsibility, and as we continued fucking, it was getting harder for me to choose responsibility. "No," he said, between kisses. "I want this. I want to feel you cum in me. I've swallowed your load so many times. I've fantaszied about this so many times. I want you to make them real. I want you to cum in me today." He held the poppers under my nose, forcing me to do a hit. I stopped trying to protest and let my animal instincts take over. "I want you to breed me," he concluded. I slammed my cock into his hole, feeling the tender, warm flesh press around my shaft. I needed to be deep inside him and needed to deposit my load where it could infect him as well. Jon did his own hit from the poppers, and started to furiously stroke his own cock. "I'm getting close," I moaned. My balls were clenching up, and there was the familiar tingle at the tip of my cock. "Shoot it in me. Please," he said. I wondered if he knew just how dangerous his request was. By now I was only thinking about myself and my pleasure. I couldn't stop my orgasm, and I didn't want to pull out of his warm, moist hole. "Take it," I said through clenched teeth. My body shook from muscle spasms as my cock stiffened and pulsed. I shot the first thick, deadly spurt into Jon's defenseless hole. I realized that this was something I had always dreamed of doing, and that I would never be able to go back to using rubbers, with Jon or any other man. There was an exquisite feeling of closeness, as I gave Jon my semen, sperm, and unknown to him, my virus. Filling his hole with my cock and my seed made me so powerful. I was going to change his life forever, and he had begged me to do it. "Please," he said. "You know I want it. I only want it from you." I wondered if he knew. But he couldn't know. His hole was milking my cock, getting every last drop of sperm from my balls. As the rush of the orgasm passed, I was suddenly aware of what I had done. I had just found out I was HIV positive. I had fucked my boyfriend raw. I had shot my load in his hole. And I hadn't told him. I wondered what he would do when he found out. I wondered if I would ever tell him in person. Jon collapsed on top of me, the two of us breathing heavily and in synchronous gulps of air. Feeling his warm body against mine was too much for me, and I started to cry. I had condemned him to the same life I had, and he had no input in the matter. I knew I needed to tell him, let him decide what he needed to do with me, with his life, with us. "What's up?" he asked me, as he wiped off the tears from my eyes. "How was your day?" "Bad. It was rough at the clinic." "What happened?" "I tested positive," I answered.

Kind of an opposite problem here. At 8.5", I'm on the bigger side, but have had problems keeping it up. I'm guessing it's a mental block, since I have no problems getting hard when I'm alone. And just a few years ago, I was a total top (actually kept a squirt gun in my play bag to train subs from jerking off while I fucked them, the same way you train a kitten from clawing at the furniture). But lately, it just sits there pathetically anytime I'm with another guy. With some time and effort, I can still cum while soft, but it's useless for fucking. Sad irony, I turned into the very bottom I always wanted to fuck, and now I can't find a top that appreciates what I used to like so much. I would REALLY get into a humiliation scene where I'm laughed at for not being able to get hard, then get fucked by a small or average sized guy who "shows me what a real dick can do", especially if it's only half the size of my once-proud meat. I've taken a keen interest in wearing chastity, and would really get into finding a guy who uses that to their advantage too. Unfortunately, so far the chastity has only served a practical purpose in heading off the guys who INSIST they can get me hard if they try long enough, which just ends up in a lot of wasted time and effort for everybody.

In Melb but gt to Sydney quite a bit for work. Happy to top anyone that wants it. Never pull out.