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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.

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.

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.

I travel a great deal for my job. About 5 years ago, I was spending a lot of time in Honolulu. My company put me up in a hotel in the center of Waikiki. There are quite a number of gay bars near my hotel. But, I'm not much of a bar patron. I prefer the quick, seedy, anonymous encounters of ABS booth and glory hole sex. Right in Waikiki are 2 ABS. Just a few blocks from each other. One is quite large, with about 12 booths. 4 or 5 glory holes. I enjoy that place and there's normally quite a lot of action going on. But it doesn't open till noon each day. My afternoons are normally pretty busy. So, for a quick morning encounter, I've been trying a very small ABS that's just a few blocks away. This small place opened at 10am. Like most ABS's, it could be hit or miss. Typically, this place was a miss. The only time it seemed to be busy was around 2am, when all the gay and str8 bars around it closed for the night. But, in the dozens of times I'd been there in the mornings, I'd had enough fun encounters there, that I kept coming back. Let me describe the layout of the video arcade. You enter the bookstore and head straight to the back of the store. There's a swinging saloon style door that leads into the arcade. There's a wall directly in front of you as you enter the arcade, displaying the movies available on the machines. To the left are 2 large booths that don't have a glory hole. You then have to turn right and walk down a short hall that has a locked storage room. The clerks are often coming back there to get merchandise and supplies. Then turning left again, are 3 smaller booths on the right side of the hall. Those 3 booths share 2 glory holes between them. I like to sit in the center booth, so that I have the opportunity for 2 cocks to play with if I'm that lucky to be there when it's busy. One weekday morning, I arrived at the store just as the good looking, older black guy that worked there was unlocking the door for business. He held the door open for me as I walked inside the shop. We'd chatted briefly before. He was always pleasant. But, I couldn't get a reading on him as to whether he was gay or straight? We exchanged some quick pleasantries and I headed directly to the back of the store to the booths. I went into the center booth with the 2 glory holes and put $5 into the machine. I knew it was going to take some time before anyone would show up. If anyone did show up. The movie was hot and I was definitely turned on. I had been watching for about 5 minutes, when I heard some noise coming from the storage closet area. I peeked through the glory hole on my right. Looking out through the doorway of that booth, I had a direct view into the hallway that contained the storage room. The storage door was open and I could see the clerk inside it placing a box up on the top of a shelf. The then came out of the closet, shut and locked the door, then turned and leaned back against the door. I could see him rubbing his crotch as he leaned back against the door. He could see into the booth on my right and see me peeking through the glory hole. Then he unzipped his fly and pulled out a beautiful, semi hard, 8" cut big black cock, with a huge mushroom head. I put my hand through the glory hole and motioned for him to come into the vacant booth. But he motioned with his hand for me to come out into the hallway. With my hard cock sticking out my fly, I unlocked my booth door and stepped out into the hallway and walked toward him. His cock was fully hard now. Definitely at least 8"s and thick. I quickly dropped to my knees and took his mushroom cockhead into my mouth. He whispered, "Wait!". And pulled his cock from my mouth, putting it back into his pants and zipped up. DAMN! I thought I was going to be able to get some black dick. "Stay here. I'll lock the store". And he stepped back into the store area. I could hear him locking the front door and rummaging through a drawer at the front counter. Finally he came back into the arcade area. Stepped up to me and unbuckled his pants. Unzipping his fly, he again pulled out his bbc. It was flaccid, but I again dropped to my knees and took it into my mouth. It didn't take long for him to be back at full hardness. This hot black guy looked like he was in his early 50's. 6" tall, thin but muscular. His short hair was salt and pepper. And he looked like he hadn't shaved this morning. He had stubble all over his face. He was very handsome. I have a real weakness for black men. I sucked him for several minutes, then he reached under my arms and pulled me up to him. "Nice cocksucking. You like black dick?" "Fuck yeah", I said. Then he put his lips to mine and kissed me. His tongue going deep into my mouth. While we kissed, he reached behind me and started to feel my ass. I moaned, letting him know I was interested in being fucked. He slid his hand down the back of my pants, into my briefs and found my asshole. He rubbed it as we continued to kiss. No doubt about it. He wanted to fuck me. Thankfully, I had douched that morning. I always try to be prepared, in case the opportunity to get fucked presents itself. "Fuck, yeah! Fuck me", I said. I pulled my bottle of poppers from my pants. I began to undo my belt, unzip my fly and pulled my pants and briefs down. Dropping them to the floor. Then I turned around and bent over. He pulled a chair from one of the booths. And placed it in front of me. Giving me something to hold onto and maintain my bent over position. He took a small bottle of lube from his pocket and began to lubricate my asshole. I took some deep sniffs of poppers to prepare me for his bbc and large mushroom cockhead. Once he had sufficiently lubed both my hole and his cock, he moved behind me and rubbed his cock on my hole. Damn, I wanted him inside me, so badly. I continued to sniff the poppers as he pushed up inside me. DAMN! It hurt. But I was determined to take his dick deep inside me. He was slow and gentle as he continued to push up into me. He obviously knew it took a little time for guys to get adjusted and relaxed enough to take his dick. Finally, when he was balls deep in me, he held it there and allowed me to get used to the size of his cock. I took a few more hits of poppers. Then he reached for my bottle and took a couple of hits, himself. Then he began to fuck me. He started slow. I was groaning with pleasure. He quickened his pace. Slamming deeper and harder into me. "You like my black dick?" "Oh, God, YEAH..!!!" I groaned. "Good. I love your white pussy". And he slammed into me. His body making a loud slapping sound as he repeatedly slammed his dick into me. His balls slapping against mine. He continued to talk dirty as he was fucking me. He spoke in a whisper. Kept calling me his "white whore. White pussy. And slutty cocksucker". It didn't take long before he slammed deep into me. And unloaded the content of his balls, deep in my gut. He groaned softly as he filled me. I could tell he was trying to keep the noise level down. He came, then quickly pulled out of me. He pulled a couple of packages of Wet Wipes from his pants pockets and handed me one, as he opened the other. This guy was prepared. He'd obviously had these quick arcade fucks often and came prepared. He wiped off his cock as I wiped my ass. My ass was slick from both the lube and his cum that was now dripping from my hole. He pulled up his pants and said. "Stay here. I'm going to unlock the door. Go back into your booth. By the way, I work Mondays through Thursdays from 10am till 3pm. Come back and I'll fuck you again". Then he exited the arcade to again unlock the store for business. I pulled myself together. Went back into the center booth and inserted a dollar. I needed a few minutes to catch my breath and come down from the popper rush. Then I exited the arcade to find him talking with a customer about some of the sex toys. I smiled as I passed him and said, "Thanks". "See you again", he said as I left the store. I went back to that bookstore many more times for about a year and a half. I'd always arrive just as he was opening up at 10am. He'd usually lock the door and follow me back to the arcade. Sometimes he didn't have much time and just wanted me to quickly suck him off. Filling my mouth with his sweet load. But, most of the time we'd have a repeat of him fucking me bareback. We never did discuss our status. Sadly, the store was sold. The new owners closed the arcade. When I did visit the store after the store reopened, I asked the clerk if the black gentleman was still working there? She said, "No. None of the previous employees were working there now". I was crushed that I wasn't going to be able to get his bbc inside me anymore. Our paths did cross recently. I saw him at the small grocery store in the center of Waikiki. He was shopping with a beautiful white woman, who was in her 40's. I'm assuming it was his wife. We just discretely smiled at each other as we passed in the grocery isle. She's one lucky bitch to have his black dick in her whenever she wants it. I sure miss our frequent quickies in the arcade.

Last night. Answered an ad on cragslist. Met this guy at his hotel. Sexy business man with a nice cock and low hangers. He had me on my back with my legs on his shoulders pounding my ass raw when door opened and another guy walked in, sat down and watched him breed me. Once he came, the other guy took his place...and I was spit roasted. One cock in my ass while I licked the first guys cock clean. They repeated this tilI had four loads in me. Then we showered, got back in bed and was double dicked by them. Total of six loads. Left with a smile on my face and a sore ass full of cum.

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.

I don't want to "disrespect" the load a top has given me by pushing it out so I generally hold it in me. Plus, cum makes great lube for the next fuck. But occasionally I'll get fucked by a guy whose seed my body just rejects. Not long after taking one of these loads, my body insists on evacuating anything it can and I have to rush to the bathroom. Fortunately this doesn't happen often. Perhaps an allergy to certain guys' semen? I don't know if that's me, but I've read about women occasionally having an allergy to the prostaglandins in semen. Anyone else experienced this?

So many guys want a raw dick and just are afraid to go for it. After I've got a guy all hot and heavy and begging to get fucked I love using the line "I don't have a condom (or I can't get hard in a condom, if he has one), but I'm totally clean and promise to pull out." I am clean, but as to pulling out - well of course I promise to pull out. I just didn't say when! I'd love to know if these guys just don't care enough, or if they really think I'm going to pull out. I have to think they know it's about a 50/50 that some guy they just met is telling the truth. We both know it's just a fuck and we both know it's about getting off. I just used this line again last night. I met a guy in a bar and it was close to midnight so it was that time when I could pretty much grab any guy I want and get laid. So I spot a decent looking guy at the bar. He didn't look familiar, a bit nervous and in a suit so I figured he was an out-of-towner. I sat next to him and gave a big flirty smile and said "Hey." He smiled and I could see he was half wasted. Perfect for what I had in mind. I had one drink, made some small talk with him, and and sure enough he invited me to his nearby hotel room. Of course I followed him back to his hotel and up to his room. I'd already gauged him to be a bottom, shy and a total push over so it just took some hot making out and I had him stripped and moaning like a little bitch in heat. I got very forceful, jerking off clothing, tossing him on the bed and then quite literally flipped him onto his stomach and announced "I"m gonna fuck your ass good, tonight!" "Be gentle," he asked, and followed-up asking "Do you have lube and a condom? I don't have any." I replied, "No, but I'm totally clean and will pull out." "I'm really tight, and have gotta have lube," he replied. I answered the issue by driving my face into his ass and slobbering all over his hole. He was in fact quite tight, but after a good ass-eating, my tongue got his fuckin' hole wet and horny, which was just what both of us wanted. Me especially since I love eating ass. When he seemed to be ready I got into position, lined myself up, and leaned over so I could tongue his neck as I pushed my way in. He moaned in double pleasure, tensing and twitching as he moaned and grunted. But I just persisted and buried myself into his ass, slow and steady, until I was all the way in and then pounded his ass like I was drilling for oil. About 20 minutes of hearing him yelling for God and feeling his buns squeezing my dick like he wanted to snap it off, I shot hard up inside his guts and he didn't say a damn word about it. I flipped him over and ordered him to shoot his load for me. I fingered his cummy hole for maybe a minute and he shot all over his belly, chest and even onto his own face. As he lay there panting, I dressed and as I hit the door, said "Thanks, buddy." Something tells me he needed my load desperately. 'You're welcome'.

Hi, I'm Calvin and I would say I'm straight. However I once had a dream that I had bareback sex with a guy and it has always turned me on whenever I think about this dream. All I remember is my cock being totally lubed up, and a guy who had a perfect big juicy tanned ass was on all fours in front of me, his hole was perfectly lubed up as well and he just backed into me. My long, thick and hard cock struggled to enter his hole at first, and then there was a pop and the head went in, and then the rest of it dissapeared inside his ass, and we kept on going. The dream was so vivid it was incredible, strings of lube went from the base of my cock to his ass as he backed up and moved forward, my balls ached at how tight, warm and wet he was. And then I unleashed a huge creamy load deep in his ass, and kept my cock in until it began to got semi hard. I pulled out and a stream of my hot white cum just trickled out of his asshole. Since then I've always wanted to re-enact that dream. I came across this forum and thought I would share. I can upload some pictures of my cock if people want to see it I don't know how this forum works but I hope you enjoyed my story.

Cadet Boy After Plebe Summer Orientation phase at my Midwest military academy, there I am screaming in my barracks “I can’t take it anymore!” I felt relief as I began unbuttoning my coat. Each button I release freed another pocket of heat from my skin. I stripped down to wearing only my jockstrap. New cadets (Fresh Meat) had to report two weeks before the start of class work for orientation camp, which was mostly PT and long hours of marching drills. Uniform issuance for the first two weeks was limited to Alpha and Bravo PT uniforms, and under garments were restricted to regular athletic supporters, and a cup jock with a metal cup. Sleeping was initially allowed in the nude, until upperclassman observed Fresh Meat “pitching morning tents” so the drill sarge ordered jocks in the bunks to “keep discipline” in the ranks. Jockstraps with metal cups were initially required for combative exercises in PT, but soon it was felt more time efficient if cups were worn during all PT. Later it felt that too much time was spent changing from drill to PT, so cups were ordered on the drill field. I hadn’t realized it yet but another cadet in my unit had been watching me from across the barracks. His name was Vince, and his cot was positioned diagonal to mine, just enough for him to catch a full view of me practically naked in my jockstrap. It wasn’t long before I felt his eyes staring at me. I instinctively turn my head in his direction. For a split second our eyes connected, his facial expression was one of annoyance, his dark bushy eye brows wrinkled to a crease between his dark eyes. Never really seen Vince frustrated like this before. He was always in a good mood, not much older than I am. Dark ebony colored skin, big cheeks, puppy dog dark brown eyes and a friendly smile. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and with the light of his iPad illuminating his body, I couldn’t help but notice the well-defined muscles that ran along his stomach and chest, broad shoulders that supported two strong arms. I found myself staring way to long so I quickly turned away, before giving into another glance of his physique. He was focused on whatever he was doing on his iPad. I suddenly felt like I must have been going crazy, imagining the whole thing in my head. I saw my scrawny reflection in the mirror. I glanced over my boyish figure, thin and soft, nothing like Vince’s body. Two blue eyes framed by a winter pale complexion stared at me. I was a year older than the Fresh Meat that just arrived. To my dismay, my submissive boyish appearance has earned me the nickname sissy among my peers. They say I’m too pretty to be a boy. They make joking remarks reminding me to never drop the soap. I sighed inwardly at the embarrassing thought while trying to shoot comebacks at them in attempt to shrug away the shade of red across my face. I leaned down and began searching for my canteen in my bag. My pale ass was mooning Vince but I didn’t think he caught a glance with him being too glued to his iPad. I began shifting through clothes, clothes, & more clothes but no canteen. My frustration grew and I began to mumble to myself curse words while tossing garments out of my bag. I tossed the bag away in complete anger and flopped on the bed. I turned towards Vince and saw him gazing at me with a blank look. I quickly focus elsewhere. I wasn’t going to let myself play that silly staring contest with him again. Immediately I remember leaving my canteen out on the PT drill field. I stood up, took a deep breath and began to walk towards the entrance of the barracks. My eyes focused on exactly what is in front of me. To Be Continued…

To everyone who calls an ass a pussy...have you actually ever seen a real pussy? They're fucking nasty. Why the hell would you insult a perfectly good asshole by comparing it to that? When I top, I never call an asshole a pussy, a cunt, or whatever. It's disrespectful to the man I'm fucking.

After deep seeding a guy's pussy, I like taking him out to a bar for a few beers knowing he is having some leakage that is keeping his hole wet. It just makes him want to be re-seeded over and over. And when other guys in the bar know he is sperm lubed it makes it easier to arrange a group breeding.

Somehow I doubt his story. He got outed for doing gay porn and made up some excuse. He should have either said he did it for the money, or just ignored it. It's not like there haven't been other gay for pay guys over the years.

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. .

I understand what everyone says about going slow......but once in a while, I love the feel of a guy just ramming it home.....if he hits me right....and the poppers are working...it can be a huge rush

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 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.

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!"

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

James back in NYC On the fourth of July, Julio got a call from James asking him to find a bigger apartment to share. James got a job offer from a non-profit org that worked with inner city young men and Matt got a position at a private school in New York so they decided to drive to NYC with their things. Julio was quite resourceful as he knew various people from his drug distribution business. Julio found a small warehouse by the east river that could be turned into a living space. It was owned by one of Julio’s sugar daddy who was an older Japanese business man. As a pay back, Julio had to stay with the Japanese man for two weeks during his visit to NYC. Jason was put to be in charge of the construction and the move with the helping hands of some of Julio’s friends. Joey was responsible for packing and cleaning the old studio apartment and minor distribution to regular clients during Julio’s absence. When James and Matt arrived, they went to the warehouse and saw the construction in progress. James needed a shower and a bed to rest since he was tired from driving for last 9 hours. Matt stayed with Jason and the other young black men at the warehouse to help with the construction. James saw the hungry look in Matt’s eyes as he watched few hot half naked young black men bodies glistening with sweat as they worked and knew the real reason for Matt’s stay. When James got to the door of Julio’s apartment, he heard muffled moaning and groaning from the other side of the door. James’ cock started to come back to life in spite of his physical need of rest. However the actual sight he saw as he opened the door wasn’t all that pleasant. The studio was a mess with needles and bottles all over the floor. He closed the door behind and walked over to the bathroom to find a young black man on his knees behind Joey who was bent over the side of the tub. The young black man’s semi hard cock started to spray piss on Joey’s back before he pushed it into Joey’s gaping hole while Joey’s own fingers pulled out to open himself up for the young black man. James watched for few minutes and let the young man finish his urination before he tapped him on his shoulder. His unfocused eyes stared at James’ face for few seconds before he recognized James and almost jumped. The young man was Julio’s cousin. James told him to clean up and join him in the living room in 20 minutes. James picked up most of the needles on the floor when Julio’s cousin walked out of the bathroom dripping the shower water all over the place. “What’s going on? What are you doing here? Does Julio know you are here?” James asked the young man who was trying to think of a reasonable excuse quickly. “Uhm….. I was just helping Joey with some problems while Julio was gone.” “Helping?” “Well……” “Anyway, you should leave before I tell Julio. By the way, how much shit did you give to Joey?” The young man didn’t really offer a clear answer as he hurried got dressed and picked up his stuffs around the apartment getting ready to leave as James walked over to the bathroom to find Joey’s body now bent over the toilet probably moved by the young man for his shower. On the peripheral vision, James saw the young man walking over towards s small safe with its door open. “I don’t think anything in there belong to you, young man.” The young man stopped and apologized before rushing out the door slamming the door behind him. The noise startled young Joey and he opened his eyes slightly and smiled when he found his old coach. Joey crawled his way to his old coach and rested his head on the man’s thigh which happened to be the man’s monster cock shaft. James was bit concerned about the condition of the young boy but his growing cock started to distract his concerns. And as young Joey’s white fingers undid the buttons and started to pull down the cover, his cock sprung out and hit the young white man’s face. White fingers wrapped around the base of his black cock and started to bounce it up and down on his face. As James watched young Joey lightly slapping his own face with James’ huge black cock, James couldn’t think of anything but using the young white body for his own pleasure….. Joey opened his mouth wide and started to push his face forward to take more and more of James’ cock down his tight throat. The boy was either natural born or well trained cock sucker as he took James’ 14 inches of black cock all the way down to the base and started to rub his white nose on James’ wiry black hair. James felt the soft throat muscles massaging all around his shaft and he could his the young white man’s long slim neck bulging out in the shape of his cock. He wrapped his fingers around the neck and felt the pressures of the finger tips along his cock shaft. Joey was breathing through his nose but that didn’t supply enough air for him. Few minutes with James’ cock blocking the air passage of Joey’s body, Joey started to struggle to get freed. James held couple of minutes extra after he saw the initial discomfort before releasing him to catch the air. Joey was panting and breathing heavily while his saliva and mucus coated his whole face and down the neck. After catching his breathes, Joey voluntarily took James cock into his mouth all the way to the base again and held himself there. James was soon filled with a strong urge to fuck a young man cunt. He slapped Joey few times to relax his suction so he could putt it out of his mouth. Joey immediately turned around and displayed his gaping hole to James when he was denied of sucking the cock. James held up Young Joey’s body by the ass as Joey directed his own hole over James’ massive black cock. Joey bounced on it little bit at first then gradually increased the movement of bouncing… First the head of his cock, popped into the white hole. Then Joey started to gyrate his ass on the pole as he continued up and down movement as well. James felt his thick cock rubbing Joey’s inner wall and stretching it all around as it continued to explore deeper inside. Joey was having the ride of his life as he bounced and turned around on James’ cock. Joey’s cock was rock hard and it dripped precum all over James’ chest as Joey bounced around wildly. Finally when Joey got to the base of James’ cock, he started to shoot his cum all over their bodies. James felt the muscle walls contracting tightly around his shaft and milking him for a long time as Joey kept on coming and James started to shoot his own cum before Joey stopped cumming completely. James’ cock pulsed wildly as it filled Joey’s inside with cum to the max. After few minutes, James physical tiredness rushed over and almost immediately James fell asleep. Joey expertly moved his body around to lay on top of James and closed his eyes to rest as well.

JAMES James watched a young white math teacher’s throat bulging out as he deep throated his black cock. Matt was the name of the young teacher and James could tell this wasn’t the first time Matt sucked another man’s cock but definitely first time with big black cocks like his. James let Matt take his time to take as much of his cock down the throat. He felt Matt’s throat muscles contracting around the head of his cock and still almost half of his cock was out. James saw Matt trying to take more of his cock inside of throat. James placed his hands on the back of the young man’s head and started to push him down a little bit to help him with the efforts. Soon the young white cock sucker’s throat and wind pipe opened up as James monster black cock traveled past the throat and hit the wind pipe of the young man. James held Matt there for few minutes before he released him to get some air. Matt offered no resistance as James’s cock blocked his air supply completely for few minutes until he was on the verge of choking. James found young man’s eagerness to be used by him amusing and used it to jerk his cock to full erection. He stopped pushing Matt down and allowed Matt to work on James’ cock on his own while James looked out of his office window at his young athletes getting changed into their jocks and singlets. James could see some young beta males in development even among young boys like Jason’s Joey. He watched Joey admiring Jason’s body as they got ready for the practice. James grabbed Matt’s hair and started to bob his head on his cock faster and faster til his balls tightened getting ready to blast his cum. He pulled out and sprayed his thick white cum all over the face and and the hair of the young white teacher on the floor. When he was done shooting his cum, he let the young white teacher clean him up before restuffing it back to his jock. James walked out of his office to join his high school wrestlers leaving young white math teacher, Matt to covered with thick white cum. JASON I felt Joey’s ass rubbing on my cock while I pinned him down again. I even heard him moan as he pushed his ass up to rub on my cock. When I first met him, he used to put a decent fight when we wrestled but after few years of losing to me, he seemed to have gotten used to getting pinned down and to enjoy rubbing his ass on my cock. It wasn’t until the summer after our graduation that I found out just how much he enjoyed my cock on his ass. After the graduation, Joey and I got summer job as camp counselor near New York City. One of my old friend from NYC worked as a counselor as well and he hooked us up. It was for 8 weeks and during the week, we were to stay on the camp site but we were given free time during the weekend. My friend offered to stay with him in NYC on the weekends. Joey and I flew to NYC couple of days before our job was to start. My friend Julio told us he’d pick us up at the airport. Even though we kept in touch, we didn’t see each other throughout the 4 years of high school so I was glad when he spotted us first. He grown a bit taller and more muscular but I was still few inches taller than him. “Man… you’re so tall.” He said as he gave me a tight hug. “I am sure I still have few inches over you where it really counts.” He said as he grabbed his crotch. I just smiled but I caught Joey’s eyes lingering on my friend’s bulge. Julio and I walked ahead followed by Joey as we chatted about our old friends. When we got to his car, I realized I forgot to introduce them. “Julio, that’s my high school buddy, Joey.” They shook hands before Julio pulled Joey in to give him a tight hug. “If you are buddy of Jason, you are my buddy.” “Joey, sit in the front” I said as I got in on the back seat of Julio’s SUV. Julio walked around his car to open the passenger side door for Joey and he spanked Joey’s ass lightly as Joey got in. Julio had a small studio apartment on 4th floor walk up with no A/C so by the time we got to his place with our luggages, we were sweating. Julio pulled his shirt off as soon as we got in and went to the bathroom to pee. Joey and I sat by the only window in his apartment. From where we were, we could see Julio’s front on the bathroom mirror. I could see Joey really enjoying the sight. Julio finished peeing and walked out of bathroom with a small glass pipe in his hand. “Do you like to get high?” He tossed a duffle bag as he lit up the pipe in his hand and started to take a hit. Inside I saw more pipes and things. “You’ve never done anything in high school?” He looked at Joey and me with a smirk….. “Well, let your daddy Julio introduce you to fine adult entertainment.” He said as he took another hit from his pipe. He held the pipe for me and Joey as all three of us took turns few times. I felt my cock and my nipples getting hard as the drug started to hit me. “Take your shirts off” Julio said as he helped Joey to pull his shirt over his head. Julio grabbed Joey’s wrists together after he put his arms up to pull off the shirt and held them up while he started to rub his other hand all over the smooth white skin. “Man you are so white and so smooth” Julio’s dark hand looked huge and dark on Joey….. Julio took another hit from the pipe and placed his lips over Joey’s while he exhaled the smoke. He told me to do the same thing and give it to Joey as well. We did it few more times before all 3 of started to kiss one another. My cock was rock hard and I felt like I wanted to pee. I got up to go to the bathroom and Julio pushed Joey’s face to my crotch as he undid my buttons and let my shorts drop. Julio started to lick the whole length of my black monster while he guided Joey to do the same on the other side of my cock. I watched down at their faces being smashed together at my cock as they rubbed it all over their faces. Joey looked really high as I looked down at him sucking my cock with Julio… Julio got behind Joey and started to pull his shorts off as Joey’s face smashed on my cock. Then I saw Joey open his mouth and started to take my cock into his mouth little by little. Julio was excited to see Joey sucking on my cock on his own will without being told. Julio helped Joey to take more of my cock by pushing him down a bit while he spent some time playing with Joey’s body as well. I just stood there watching my two buddies servicing my cock together. Suddenly my cock started to release some piss that has been filling my bladder for a while now. Joey swallowed it down without knowing what it was and Julio loved it. I pushed Joey’s mouth off my cock and went to the bathroom to empty my bladder with full force. I could see Julio working some syringe into Joey upturned ass from the reflection on the mirror. It took a long time for me to finish emptying my bladder cuz when my cock got too hard by watching Joey and Julio playing, my stream would stop and I had to wait til it got a bit softer. Julio’s cock was quite big as well probably around 9 inches or so. But my freakishly big black cock had few inches more than his when fully hard. Julio was using the whole length of his 9 inch cock to fuck Joey’s white ass by the time I walked out of the bathroom. Joey was making all kinds of noise as he fucked back as hard as Julio was pumping in and out of him. Julio pushed Joey off of his cock and turned Joey around. Joey was not bent over the open window as Julio guided my big black monster cock to Joey’s already fucked hole. As soon as Julio helped my head to pop into that tight white hole, I plunged into it deep with one push. Joey almost screamed but bit his own hands to mute his own screams. Julio stood over us and held a small CAM to record our fucking. I started to feel really good as my buddy Joey fucked himself on my cock. I could see some trace of blood as his white got ripped open by my monster BBC but Joey didn’t let that stop him from pleasuring my BBC with his white hole. I started to slap his ass really hard as well as I fucked a new hole in him. We fucked for a long time and sometimes Julio fucked Joey’s face at the same time as me fucking his hole. Finally I started to cum and fill Joey’s inside. Julio got under us and started to lick my balls and whatever the cum that oozed around my cock. Joey just kept on massaging my cock with his ass wall muscles while he fucked back. Julio… Jason pulled out his monster black cock from Joey’s hole and fell deep into sleep leaving Joey to my care fully now. Joey’s gaping hole begged to be filled again so I took out a black rubber cock and shoved it in. Jason’s massive cum provided lubrication for the rubber cock. I turned on the vibration and started to see Joey’s eyes roll back with pleasure. I placed the head of my cock next to the vibrating rubber cock and pushed at the tight white hole opening. Joey tried to escape but I pulled him back hard. I slapped his face and his ass as I pleased. I pulled out the vibrator with one pull and pushed my own cock in before the hole closed back down. I fucked Joey’s white hole for a while continuing my attempts to push the vibrating black dildo along side my own cock. After hours of trying, I finally popped both of us into the previously tight white hole and almost immediately my cock erupted. I kept my soft cock along side the vibrating black dildo as long as I could before it slipped out. Joey collapsed next to me on the bed and we both fell asleep. I opened my eyes and saw Joey’s small lean white body bouncing up and down over my body as my cock was being massaged by his inner wall muscles. I came in few minutes and fell back asleep. Joey was on his side now still milking my once-again hard cock with inside wall muscles again. I tried to fuck Joey a bit but when I pumped in and out, I felt the urge to empty my full bladder and some of it even leaked out. Joey continued his milking and fucking back and wouldn’t stop even as I tried to pull him off so I could push out my piss. He was just insatiable. I couldn’t hold my piss back any more so I started to piss into his ass. Joey stopped moving around and held my cock very deep inside of him as he let me fill him up with my piss.

. . Can you see them now

4. Clint Once more, I woke up with the rising sun. My jet lag had barely gone away. It was not just my sleep cycle that was messed up, but my mind was also foggy. I could barely remember the night before, except I had the unusual combination of utter happiness and complete anxiety. I rolled over and the memories came crashing back. I wasn't alone in bed; my roommate, Greg, was sleeping soundly next to me. He had a peaceful smile on his totally naked, wickedly hot body. The afternoon before, Greg and I had shared a joint and drank some beer. Then I had kissed him. Or maybe he had kissed me. I couldn't remember. It probably didn't matter. That, in turn, led to us to undressing each other on the sofa. And once naked, his hard cock had penetrated my virgin ass. It had culminated in a powerful explosion that pumped my ass full of his hot cum. Then, Greg sucked me off, and soon another joint appeared. Then, it was another beer and a trip to the cafeteria. That evening, the orientation events seemed to go on forever and I couldn't wait to get back to the room. Before the door had even shut completely, we had started undressing each other. It was my turn to fill him up, my cock throbbing and pulsing in his hot hole. Then we fell asleep and I was cradled in his arms. "Morning, sexy," he said, stretching his arms, and pulling me close to him. We kissed. "Although not that breath," he said, but he didn't push me away. "What time is it?" "5:45," I said. "Fuck. I thought it was at least ten." "Sorry. Jet lag," I explained. "Actually, I managed to sleep in today." "You're crazy. Brush your teeth, and get back in bed with me." I went into the bathroom, and started to brush my teeth. As the sleep cleared from my mind, I remembered other crucial and particular details. I had a load of Greg's cum deep in my ass. But, Greg was also carrying one of my loads in his ass. We hadn't used any protection; at the time, it seemed so unimportant. I remembered the reason for my vague sense of anxiety. Greg had told me he didn't know his HIV status. More than that, he had spent the past week having unprotected sex with his Uncle and his Uncle's husband. Both of them were HIV+, and he had taken their loads. Still brushing my teeth, I stepped back into the bedroom. It was hard to tell if it was my bedroom, Greg's bedroom, or our bed. Greg had rolled over, his legs slight spread and guiding my eyes up to his firm, beautiful ass. He hadn't made up his bed yet so we had ended up in this bed last night. He was naked and sleeping peacefully, but all I could think of was having sex with him again. My mind raced between the delightful options of jumping on top of him and forcing my cock back into that small patch of heaven, or rolling him over, and sitting on his giant dick. Neither option included me worrying about his HIV status, or fumbling with a condom. Remembering the closeness and spontaneity of the night before, I wasn't sure if I ever wanted something to come between us, least of all a thick rubber sheath designed to keep us apart. I went back to the bathroom, spit out the toothpaste, and rinsed my mouth out. I returned to bed; even though it had been less than twenty-four hours, I found myself starting to think of it as our bed, rather than just my bed. "Welcome back," Greg said, once more gathering me up into his arms, and nuzzling me on the back of my neck. "Now sleep." Sleep wouldn't come as easily for me as it did for him, despite the comfort of his strong arms. I lay there, wondering how I had fallen into this so quickly, and, just as critically, where it was going to go. Eventually, I was able to fall back asleep. Greg's warm body against me and his steady breath lulled me, and finally, I was able to get a few more hours of fitful sleep. I was in the middle of a pleasant dream when I was awoken by Greg slowly stroking my erection. He was caressing the soft skin sliding over my hardness urging me on. "Morning, sexy," he said, as I opened my eyes. "Morning," I said. "What time is it now?" The sun was higher in the sky than when I had woken up earlier in the morning. "Time for you to stick this in me?" he asked. He had tossed the sheets aside and my stiff dick was sticking straight up in the air. "Or am I going to have to sit on it?" He kissed me, and I could tell he had gotten up at some point, at least long enough to brush his teeth as well. "Or maybe something to get you in the mood first?" he continued, producing a joint. "Maybe," I said. "Come on," he said. "Waking and baking is how I spent my entire summer. It's only going to be better with you." Before I said anything, he lit the joint and stuck it in my mouth. I inhaled deeply of the sweet smoke, letting it fill my lungs. I was feeling good from a full night's sleep and I was looking forward to the effects of the weed. I did another hit, before passing the joint back to Greg. Greg did two long hits, one hand on the joint, and one hand still exploring my body. I was not the only one with an erection; his was thick and hard, emerging from his dark bush. He handed the joint to me. "Don't think you're going to get out of your obligations," he said, his hand finding my cock once more. "I need that to fuck me this morning." "Well, I guess if you insist, I guess can do that," I said, feigning disinterest. Even though I had cum twice the day before, the mere presence of Greg: his warmth, his touch, and his smell had me aroused and more than ready to go. As the pot hit me, it only made me more aroused. I handed the joint back to Greg. He did his hits, and then passed it back. "How do you want me?" he asked, rolling over on his stomach, and spreading his leg. For the first time, I saw the tattoo on his right ass. After doing a hit, I placed the joint on the bed table and bent over to examine it more closely. "You like it?" he asked me. It was two small male symbols intertwined. It was perfect on his young ass and as trite as it sounded, made him look cool. But at the same time, staring at made my stomach tighten up. He knew what he was and had not just accepted it, but also was proud of it. I wondered how many other men had spent their mornings with him, naked in bed. Would I be just another conquest? And, in comparison, how did I look. There had been only two men in my entire life, both in the past thirty-six hours. "It's beautiful," I finally said. "Good. It's going to look even better when you're fucking it. Now, stop staring, and start fucking me." He spread his legs even further, giving me a glimpse of his hairy hole, so eager for my cock. "Lube?" he asked. Before I could reply, he produced a small blue bottle, and poured the liquid on my cock. He rubbed it, the slick fluid coating my shaft and his hands teased me, edging me closer to the eventual, needed release. I wrestled Greg onto his back, his legs up in the air. I was completely aware of how inexperienced I was, compared what I had gleaned about Greg from the hints he had already dropped, not to mention the obvious tattoo. I did what felt natural, and I seemed to not get any complaints from him. "Just a second," he said, as he stuck first one finger, then another into his hole. "Gotta get opened up a bit first." "That's right," I said. "You've done this before." "Yeah," Greg said. "I have." He smiled at me, his legs spread, two fingers in his hole. "Which means you need to catch up." He pulled his fingers out; they were glossy from the lube. I put my cockhead against his hole. "Put it in me," Greg said. Like the night before, we didn't think about condoms. A rubber sheath protecting me from Greg would only just barely protect me from an uncertain risk. But it would totally isolate me and cut me off from being able to fully experience our sexual explorations. Greg was the one that I truly wanted, and I couldn't bear to make that bonding any more difficult than it already was. Just as my cock slid into his tight hole, he held a small brown bottle under his nose and inhaled deeply. "Want a hit?" he asked me, after holding his breath for a few seconds. "What is it?" I asked, hoping that I wouldn't appear too naive. "Poppers," he said. "I keep on forgetting how innocent you are." "Well, you are doing your best to corrupt me. What do they do?" I asked. "They give you a short, intense rush. Just hold it under your nose and inhale a bit," Greg replied. "Not too long, at least for the first time." I took the bottle from him, and followed his instructions. The smell was soft yet chemical, although I didn't feel any different at all. Greg took the bottle back and screwed the top on. Suddenly, warmth filled my body, and all of my senses were heightened together with the pounding of my heart. The formerly steady pace of my cock in and out of Greg's hole now turned into a religious act, each millimeter of movement a benediction of pleasure. Involuntarily, I grabbed my young man's head, and we started to kiss, deeply, lovingly, and intensely. "Oh fuck," I moaned, my hips now bucking uncontrollably in and out of his hole. "Fuck me, Clint," he whispered into my ear. "Fucking pound my hole. Fill me with your cock and drain your seed into me." I thought I was going to cum at any moment as the intensity of the feelings ran from my cock to my balls to my brain. But, shortly later, as I could barely stand it, the sensations passed. It still felt amazing to be inside of Greg, but there wasn't the same intensity. "Pretty incredible, isn't it?" Greg asked me. "Yeah, it was," I said. The surge of emotions and sensations were the poppers that Greg had given me, not to mention the weed we had smoked. It had felt great, but it wasn't something I wanted to do constantly. To be balanced, to be complete, the enhanced, popper-fueled fucking also needed plain old fucking in order to maintain the contrast and passion that the drugs forced on me. "But this is pretty damn nice as well," I said, my cock still sliding in and out of Greg's hole. "I know," Greg said. "This is the best way to wake up." My cock had never felt this hard before, so alive and so masculine, as when it was inside of my hot freshman roommate. It was like a pornographic story, getting to fuck my freshman roommate, the morning after move-in. Plus, there was the certain promise of many more mornings and afternoons and evenings just like this. We would explore each other's bodies and learn how we could find pleasure in them. "Me too," I said, in between our constant kisses. It seemed so normal to me, so natural, to be naked next to a man, to be kissing him, and to have my cock buried inside of him. I had read countless screeds about how it was unnatural, but it had been all so easy, all so natural, to fall into it. In high school, I had attempted to go on dates with girls, but it had always felt forced. With Greg, it was like running down a hill. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "I know. I can feel your cock dripping pre-cum. Shoot your load deep in me. I need to have more of your fluids inside me." Despite the steady, hard pounding of my cock deep into his ass, Greg kept on smiling. Last night, when he had fucked me, it had hurt but it had also felt good. As my cock penetrated into him he was feeling the same thing. "I really like being this close to you. You inside me. You cumming in me." "Me too," I said. Even when I had just been jerking off, I dripped pre-cum. Now, when I was actually fucking a guy, there was a steady stream leaking from my cock and into Greg. It made each stroke easier and smoother than the one before, and each stroke only brought me closer to orgasm. "I'm going to cum," I said. They were the last words I could say before my orgasm took over my body and mind. Greg wrapped a leg around my waist and an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him. His new position also forced my cock deeper into him and my balls bounced against his ass. "Don't hold back," he said. "I can take it." That was all I needed to hear; I stopped trying to hold back and let my cock explode. "I want to take it." "Uggh," I grunted and my dick swelled before spitting a thick load of cum into Greg's ass. "Fuck," I said, as another jet landed inside of him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I continued, each word marking another jet of my jizz entering my roommate's ass. "Give it to me," he said. "Drain your balls in my hole." I had a few more spurts in me before my balls went dry and my energy was exhausted. "Nice job, man." Greg grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. "This is how I want to wake up every day," he said. It took me longer to get my thoughts together. The force of my orgasm had destroyed any ability to think about anything more complex than pure animal pleasure. The poppers hadn't helped me either; they only emphasized the primal nature of our lust. "Me too," I finally gasped. My cock, still buried deep in Greg's hole, was now wickedly sensitive. Greg knew that and was gently squeezing his butt, taunting and teasing me in his effort to get every last drop of my sperm out of my balls and into his body. We lay there and kissed for a few minutes, before my cock finally softened enough to fall out of his hole. "Want to get a shower before breakfast?" Greg asked me. "Sure," I answered. Although we were both in agreement about the next step, the reality of getting up from the bed was a lot harder. Each time we started to make a move, one or the other of us would find something new to play with: a part of the other's body we hadn't yet kissed and hadn't yet explored. "Want some?" Greg asked, offering me the rest of the morning's joint, just after we had finished a round of making out. "Sure," I said. Greg lit the joint, and inhaled deeply. I was about to take it from him when he stopped me. "Wait," he said. "Exhale for me." I emptied my lungs, and he pressed his lips against mine. He blew out his cloud, into my lungs, more than filling them. "I love that," he said. After fifteen minutes of making out, shotgunning, and exploring each other, I had managed only to get out of bed, only to find myself kneeling in front of Greg. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and his cock was right in front of me, hard, huge and erect. It seemed to be begging for my attention. "God, you're big," I said, wondering how I could ever get all of that beautiful shaft into my mouth. "You're pretty good sized yourself," he said. I looked down. My cock was still in recovery mode. Even accounting for that, it seemed so much smaller than Greg's tool. Like all guys, I had measured it many times, hoping the result would be something big and impressive and something I could brag about. But, each time, it was the exact same number: seven and a quarter inches. "How big are you?" I asked. I licked the tip of Greg's shaft, my tongue running over the unique combination of soft, sensitive skin stretched over the steel-hard core. There was a drop at the tip, salty and subtle, tasting of Greg's own flavor. "Eight inches," he said. "You?" "Only seven," I said. "And a bit." "That's still plenty big enough," he said. "Trust me. It felt awesome fucking me." He put a hand on the back of my head and gently pressed down. He forced me to take more of his cock in my mouth, so I opened wide and tried my best to fit his shaft into my mouth. It was only the second time in my life sucking on another man's cock. There had been the guy in the gym the other morning and now Greg. I wondered how many times Greg had sucked a guy off. What had he done after school and over the summer? How much more experience had he had compared to me, and was there any way I could hope to measure up. I realized that each time I had sucked cock, I had ended up kneeling in front of them, their erect shafts filling my vision, filling my mouth, filling my world. I knew viscerally why "cocksucker" was an epithet and why it was a put-down. There was nothing else I could do other than to genuflect in front of the source of the men's masculinity and power over me. I even wanted to do it, to truly become nothing more than a cocksucker. But both times it didn't feel like I was debasing myself or that I was less of a man, when I took Greg's dick into my mouth, when I swallowed Eli's shaft. I wanted those dicks more than anything else and to know I was giving them pleasure. That I was able to share in their pleasure was just a bonus. "And damn, that feels good," he moaned, leaning back slightly. I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth. He was smiling and his eyes were heavy, almost closed. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up. You want my load?" I nodded. I hadn't even thought about pulling off and not taking Greg's jizz. It seemed disrespectful to Greg to not let him cum in my mouth. I would be telling him that he was dirty and unclean. His load would be my reward. It would be his way of showing me how much he had enjoyed my oral service. It was my prize for being a good cocksucker. "Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Take my load, you cocksucker." He pulled his cock out and ran it over my thin beard. The beard quickly got wet from my spit and his pre-cum. "You fucking hot man, teasing me, getting me so damn hard, so damn close." I let him rub his cock over my face until he had gotten his fill. He slid it back into my open, waiting mouth. He pushed it all the way in, until it was hitting the back of my mouth. I needed to take more of it. I needed to take him all the way to the base. I needed to feel his balls rest against my chin. "Just start to swallow, but hold it," Greg said. He had picked up on just how much of a novice I was. He was giving me instructions on how to give a better blowjob. As he spoke to me, giving me confident, quiet instructions, he grabbed the brown bottle again, and held it under my nose. "This will help you. A lot," he said. I inhaled deeply from the poppers and remembered the warm, exciting rush I had gotten from them earlier. He pulled me off his cock for a moment while he did a hit from the bottle as well. When my heart started to pound, I took his cock again and swallowed. My throat opened up, and it was instantly obvious how to take his shaft. I went all the way down on his cock and it even entered my throat. It felt even bigger than it looked, filling me up, and nearly choking me. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "That feels awesome, man." Even though his shaft was more than I imagined I could manage, I kept his cock in my throat. I had to fight back the urge to gag; it was my body's involuntary reaction to the invasion. But, although my body had one reaction, I was far from wanting him out of my throat. In fact, I wanted him in me as deep as possible. Not only did I want him deep, I wanted him to stay there and to do this as often as possible. He felt the way I was gagging and pulled his shaft out. "It's alright," he said. "It takes some practice, especially with my cock." He ran his hand over my head, ending up holding my cheek. I looked up, and he was smiling at me. "You look so beautiful, Clint, down on my cock. It took the other boys weeks to learn how to do it. And they had sucked dick before." He leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I want to give you my load." I nodded. I loved giving him head. I loved hearing him tell me how good I was at it. Even if he was just saying it to re-assure me after gagging on his cock, it made me feel like less of a naive boy, and more of his sexual equal. "You want my load?" Once more, I nodded. Unlike Greg, in my whole life, I had been with only one other man. I had only had one chance to taste one other man's sperm. Even that had been just the previous morning: Eli in the steam room. I needed to know what Greg's tasted like. "Good," he said. "I'm getting fucking close." He took the bottle of poppers, and did a hit. "I don't want to ever have to pull out when I am inside you." He then held the bottle under my nose, letting me inhale the drugs. It wasn't long before the poppers hit both of us. I had to have all of Greg's cock in my mouth and let him enter my throat. I wanted not just to taste his sperm but I wanted to swallow it as well. I wanted to make him part of myself. Greg was getting close, as his breathing was now labored and his cock was harder and thicker with each stroke in and out of my mouth. In addition, he was dripping pre-cum in a steady stream. I was swallowing every drop of it. "Oh fuck," he said, "I'm cumming." His cock stiffened and spurted, emitting a thick jet of his cum right against the back of my throat. Without even thinking I swallowed and kept on sucking his cock. The next spurt landed on my tongue, I could taste the sweet saltiness of his semen. It was hard for me to compare him to Eli; although the two flavors were definitely both male, they were as different as the big, muscular black man and the lithe, young college boy was. I wanted more of both. "Oh fuck, cocksucker," he moaned. "Swallow my cum." His hand was at the back of my head and he held me in place. Even if I had any desire, with his hand on my head, there was no way I could have pulled off of him to avoid taking his load. "Damn hot," he said. I could tilt my head up just enough to see him staring at me and watching how his hard cock disappeared into my mouth. I wondered what this scene would look like to an observer: I was on my knees with my lips stretched around this handsome young man's hard cock. He was bucking wildly and obviously shooting his load into my mouth. This scene was just what I wanted and what I secretly dreamt of for years. Even though I had just shot my own load, my cock was getting hard once again, from the pure primal pleasure of sucking another man's cock and swallowing his hot load. Greg's thrusts slowly subsided, and my mouth was no longer filling up with sperm. But neither of us made any move; I was still milking out the last drops of sperm and Greg was enjoying my attention. "Damn, that felt amazing," Greg said. He sat up on the edge of the bed, carefully not letting his cock fall out of my mouth. Only then did he pull me up to kiss me. His tongue explored my mouth and sought out the last remnants of his load. He found those few tiny drops that I hadn't yet swallowed. "You've done that before?" he asked. "Only a few times," I said, sheepishly. "I'm pretty new at all of this. Once, actually." "Fuck, how did you know to do that?" "I guess I just did what I wanted you to do to me." "God. Don't know if it was you or what, but that was the best blow job I've ever gotten." We continued to kiss, as both of our cocks softened and our morning horniness finally dissipated. "Shower?" he asked me. "Sure," I said. He stood up from the bed and I followed him into the bathroom. I adjusted the water while Greg tried to find two towels for us. He had planned to unpack yesterday afternoon, but instead, we had ended up fucking the entire afternoon. Now those choices were coming back to annoy us. "Just use mine," I said, pointing him to where I had stacked the two lone towels I had brought. "Ok," he said. He got into the shower while I held the curtain open for him. I followed him in. He pulled me close and kept both of us under the warm water. As we embraced, he rubbed his cheek against my beard. "I keep on expecting it to be rougher than it is. It's so soft," he said, before kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around him and his body pressed up against mine. Even though I had spent the previous afternoon and all night with Greg, his body was still the source of constant discoveries. This time, it was the thick hair on his legs; it had been matted down by the water even as though his smooth chest seemed almost dry. "You feel good," I said, fully aware of how trite it sounded. "You too." We kissed before he continued. "It seems strange that we've only known each other for less than a day. It feels like a lot longer." I had been having the same feelings; Greg was quickly turning into more than just a roommate. Possibly even more than just a friend or fuckbuddy. "A lot longer," he said. "I know," I said. I didn't want to jinx what we had started by saying anything else yet. Instead, I grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it all over Greg's body. I soaped up his torso and then turned him around to do his back. He started to press his ass up against my groin, but he was suddenly started coughing. It took him a minute or two to recover from the coughing fit. "I think I got a cold from the drive out here. Or something," he said. "I wondered about that," I said. He had woken up a few times the past night due to sneezing and coughing. But, each time, it had quickly subsided. "Yeah, sucks. And now, I've got a bit of a sore throat as well." "Well, I can always give you something to help soothe it," I said, rubbing my cock up against his soap-covered slippery body. "Hard to tell if that would make it better or worse," he said. "My turn," he said. He took the soap from me and turned me around. He lathered up my back, before moving down and spreading my ass open. He carefully cleaned out my crack allowing a stray finger to run slow circles around my hole and gently press and probe my hole. I moaned in pleasure; I wanted him back inside me. "Oh fuck, that feels good," I said. "But I need some food. There's plenty of time later for all that." "Promise?" Greg asked me. He pushed me under the water to rinse off. "Promise," I said. "I'll never get tired of you fucking me." It had been hard enough to tell him to stop playing with my hole. To tell him that he'd never get another opportunity to slide his beautiful dick into me was far more than I could do that morning. I pulled him under the water, and as we kissed we also rinsed off the last of the soap. "Now. Food. I've got soccer practice this afternoon. Afterward that?" "Don't shower," he said. "I want you hot and sweaty when I fuck you." "I can do that," I said, turning off the water. Greg handed me a towel. We dried off, got dressed, and headed out for breakfast.

3. Nathan The drive home was quick and easy. Jason and I were going against the flow of families still jockeying for positions close to the dorms, and the streets heading away were all clear. At home, Jason disappeared into the bedroom and packed a gym bag while I went into my office. With the weeklong trip out here, I had been neglecting work, and it was past time to catch up. "See you around six?" Jason asked before he headed out. "I'm going to study a bit after the gym." "Sounds good," I said. It was just barely two, so I had a few hours to work through my inbox and plan out the next week. At least my balls were now completely drained so I didn't have that particular distraction to deal with. On the other hand, my phone was now constantly vibrating with new texts from Greg and even some from Clint. The two boys were hitting it off, possibly more than just hitting it off. Every message seemed to be about how hot the other boy was. "Greg just took of his shirt. He's damn hot," read one from Clint. A few moments later, one arrived from Greg. "Fuck. Clint just took off his shirt. Perfect creamy muscles." Finally, I texted both of them "Go for it." I wanted them to get the past the messy formalities and start exploring each other, getting the fucking out of the way. It gave me thirty minutes of peace, before a "Too late," came from both of them, nearly simultaneously. Greg quickly followed up with a quick text. It was obvious that Clint would be his first "project" at college. Now, all that depended on Jason and I having given Greg enough sperm over the past few days. He would need it to make this project a success. I couldn't do much else, other than to give Greg one last suggestion. Right as I left campus, I had slipped Greg several of the movies Jason and I had done together. There was one I was thinking of. It had been done almost exactly a year after Jason had become poz and it was just the two of us. We talked about our relationship and had long, slow, raw sex. We talked about how barebacking had been a crucial part of us coming together. I hoped that it would help pave the way for Greg and Clint. Despite all of the sex I had over the past few days, just thinking about the two boys together was getting me aroused again. I didn't even need to fuck. I just wanted to feel Jason next to me again. I just wanted it to be the two of us once more. But, I forced myself to focus on work. Between the driving, the heat, and the adventures of the past few days, I was a bit tired, and a nap seemed like just the thing. Once done with work, I stripped down, and crashed, naked, on the bed. I must have been more exhausted than I realized, because I was passed out within moments of lying down. "You owe me. Big Time." It was a cross between a whisper and a growl and the man's weight was holding me down on the bed. His breath was hot on my ear. Suddenly awakened and barely able to think, my stomach did a flip. "Huh?" I managed to grunt, even with the man's arm tight around my neck. He was just on the edge of choking me. It was a long, terrifying moment before he finally let me inhale. The familiar scent of Jason's sweaty body filled my nose and I could relax. At least a little bit. "You were fucking him the entire trip? And you didn't send me a single picture?" With his free hand, Jason reached down and pulled his gym shorts out of the way. "Or even tell me?" His cock sprang free, slid into my crack, and immediately started to search out my hole. I arched my back, making it even easier for him to line up his cock. "You think you deserve any lube for that stunt?" I nodded furiously. Jason might have been perfectly average in the cock department, but he knew how to use it. I had never been sorer than the mornings after he decided he wanted to show off his talents as a rough and intense top. "It's been a while," I said, hoping he would take mercy on me. "I guess," he said. "After all, you did have the common decency to share him with me once you guys arrived." He reached for the bottle of lube from the bed table. As he slicked up his cock and dribbled just a tiny bit of the lube on my hole, Jason kicked his shorts off the bed. We were now alone and naked, with our cocks erect. This time, there were no distractions, no horny nephew demanding to be fucked, and no obligations for the rest of the evening. It was just the two of us, aroused, engorged, and ready. Jason flipped me onto my back and wrestled my legs onto his shoulders. "Ready?" he asked. His cock was right against my hole. I could tell that he was definitely ready. "Always, love. Always," I said. He pressed against me and his cock slid into my hole. The last time I had been fucked had been over a week ago. Jason had pounded me right before I had left for the east coast and the long drive back here. His hard shaft was a nearly unfamiliar pleasure inside me but I quickly acclimated to it. "Fuck. I needed this," I said, as Jason pressed all the way into me. "I've missed you," he said, leaning in to kiss me. "I've wanted to be back inside of you the entire time you were gone." He finally slowed down his penetration when his balls hit my ass. "I'm all the way inside of you, babe." He slowly pumped in and out of my hole, letting his soft skin rub against my delicate hole. There was nothing that came between us and by the end of the night, we would have shared everything with each other: our thoughts, our love, and, of course, our sperm. "You going to give me a big load?" I asked, in between the long, slow kisses. "If you have any left over from Greg?" "Of course, boo. You must have given Greg plenty. Now its time for me to give you a recharge." He was staring at me, his brown eyes examining my face for any changes over the past week. He stroked my temple tenderly, contrasting with the powerful thrusts of his hips. "You're so beautiful, my man. And such a hot, welcoming hole." "I love you on top of me. Inside of me. And dripping into me," I said. It had started as a rough encounter, but it was quickly turning into something very different. This was quiet and intimate. "Melding with me." "I'm not going to leave you, love. Ever. You know that,” he said. We kissed again, and deep in my body, his cock twitched. He was leaking precum, and my hole was hungry for every drop of it. "I'm going to mark you as mine. And I'm always going to keep you close." "Of course," I said. We were quiet, just making out and truly making love, rather than just fucking just to reach an individual orgasm. Instead, both of us were working together to get Jason off. We both wanted him to explode inside of me, to drain his balls and to fill me with his sperm. We were a perfect team. Long experience had taught both of us what we needed to do. His cock was dripping a steady stream of pre-cum. We didn't need any further lubrication; what the two of use were making was more than enough. "Cum in me," I said, finally breaking the silence. "I want to feel your sperm inside of me. It's been too long." "Miss it?" he said, smiling. "I can never get enough." It was the truth. Ever since that first time, when he first came back from the doctor with the news, I was never satiated with just a single load from him. Even after a long weekend of partying and playing, after uncountable men and my hole dripping and sore, I was always ready for Jason to fuck me and get another of his loads injected deep into me. "Fill me." "You want my poz cum? My deadly seed?" "Fucking right on," I said. "Fill me up, my toxic boy." "Damn right, my sexy poz father." I knew he was going to cum soon, and it was going to be a big one. He was my poz son; I had infected him, and we were now both permanently inscribed with the signs of that exchange. Our two tattoos were a more intimate and binding reminder of the depth and permanence of our relationship than the silver bands we wore on our fingers. "Breed me boy. Fill me with your toxic sperm." "Oh fuck," Jason moaned, his cock sliding deep into me once more. There was a familiar pulse and a comforting spurt as a hot sticky mess bloomed in my ass. I squeezed tight and milked out every drop as Jason continued to pound my raw hole. "Take it, my poz daddy. Let your son recharge you. Give you what you need." As his cum filled my hole, there was a sense of happiness flooding my body. It was the happiness of getting bred, of having a man fill me with his cum and of having the man I loved more than anything else in life fuck me raw and re-infect me with his virus. Although now less intense and more common, it was the exact same warmth that Jason had first experienced those many years ago. It was the warmth that announced his entry into the brotherhood of the infected and the biohazardous. "I love you boy," I said, as my own cock quivered and pulsed, spewing my own toxic load onto my furry stomach. "Fuck yeah, Nathan, cum for me. Shoot that hot poz daddy sperm for me." He bent over, and took my cock in his mouth. Between his dick in my ass and my cock in his mouth, I was in heaven. My dick was dribbling a steady stream of sperm, which he greedily swallowed. He made sure to get every precious drop. "Can't let it go to waste," he said. He leaned in further and licked up the long slash of cum that was spread across my stomach. Unfortunately, as he tried to lick it all up, his hips shifted and his cock popped out of my hole. I was suddenly empty: I had shot my load and had lost his cock from my ass. "Damn," he said and pulled my head up to kiss me. The taste of my sperm was still strong in his mouth. He had been a greedy boy, and swallowed all of the cum. Despite that, my tongue still explored every corner, seeking out the last few drops. "I needed that, boy," I said, breaking off our kiss. Jason nodded in agreement, as he curled up next to me on the bed. He rested his head on my chest, playing with the still wet hair on my stomach. We lay there for a bit. We didn't have to talk; what we wanted to say had been expressed in our raw, intimate fucking and the loads we had given each other. Jason slowed down his gentle circles on my stomach. He was drifting in and out of the light sleep that accompanied a hard orgasm. My phone buzzed. Reluctantly, I turned my attention away from Jason and our post-orgasmic cuddling and to the small electronic dictator of my life. "Who is it?" Jason asked, obviously annoyed at the interruption. "Well, Greg and Clint have been tag-teaming me all afternoon," I said. "I'd pay money to see that," he said, with an evil smile on his face. The mention of a tag team had roused him from his sleepiness. "You may just get your wish," I said. "We know how Greg feels, and apparently, Clint thinks I'm hot as well." "I was right about him. He's definitely got good taste in men." Jason flipped me over, nestled himself between my legs, pushed his face into my ass, and then started to rim me. He licked out the fresh load he had just deposited. "Very good taste indeed," he said and resumed his probing. As his tongue explored my hole, it was hard for me to hold the phone, much less try to find the text I had just received. "And both of them have telling me how hot the other one is. I want them to just get it over with and fuck already." "And what did you tell them?" "I told Greg to try one of our videos to get Clint in the mood, but haven't heard back if it was a success." Despite Jason's efforts, I managed to get the text open; it was from Greg. But then, I let myself get lost in Jason's probing, teasing tongue. Before I could even read it, I put down the phone and spread my legs wider. Jason pressed his tongue deeper into me and my toes curled in pleasure. He scooped out more of his cum from my ass, before pausing. "And what do the boys have to say for themselves, interrupting us in such a critical moment?" He rested his head on my ass, and traced out my tattoo. "I don't know. I got distracted before I could read it." "Oh yes. Put the blame on me," he said as he reached the very last bullet on my tattoo. "You're going to need a new entry on this list soon," he said. "It's always hard to know," I said. There had been men that had only needed a weekend. But there also had been men that had been defiantly negative years later, and not for want of trying. "What do you think?" "Just between the two of us?" he asked. "We're going to have a sick boy on our hands by the end of next week." "That soon?" I said. "I'm not so sure." Modern drugs were frighteningly good, and made the process much harder than it once had been. Accidental pozzings were almost unheard of and even intentional ones could now take a lot of enjoyable effort. "Small wager?" he asked. "Winner picks for an entire week." It was our currency for small bets: we would no longer flip a coin before our evening meds, and instead, the winner got to choose the night's sexual adventures. "My nephew is worth only a week?" I asked in mock indignation. "Two weeks, and we're on." "Deal. And you will regret it," Jason said, and spread my ass cheeks once more, diving in. His wet tongue worked back into my hole and he slurped out a little more sperm. But, eventually, he gave up. "I think I got all I can," he said. He rested his head back on my ass. "So, what does Master Greg have to say for himself?" No longer distracted by Jason's rimming and felching, I picked up phone again. "Success," was all that the text from Greg said. There was also now a text from Clint since Greg's message. "Thanks for the push. This is going to be a fun year," he had said. "Greg fucked Clint. And Clint seems to have enjoyed it." "Bastard," Jason said. "What can I say?" I replied. "In my family, we move fast, and we get what we want." I gently dislodged Jason from my butt, and pulled him up to my face. "And what we get, we keep," I said, kissing him. Between the nap and the sex, evening had come. "Dinner?" Jason asked me as we ended the kiss. "Definitely," I said. We pulled on some sweats and went about making dinner. It was a quiet evening. Both of us had had enough adventures over the past few days and needed some down time. It was nice to be alone, together. We headed towards bed earlier than normal; I won the coin toss for meds, and Jason got his cock sucked. He had shot most of his load in me earlier, but I was still able to coax out a few mouthfuls of his semen. I shot another load myself, jerking off as I sucked him. It was a perfect nightcap and we both fell asleep quickly. As always, Jason was in my arms. The sun woke us up the next morning. Because neither of us had anything to do, I had turned off the alarm. It let us sleep in. I woke up first, and my shifting in bed woke up Jason. "How did you sleep?" he asked me. "Good. And you?" "Fine," he said yawning and stretching. "I'm sorry," I said. "I should have warned you ahead of time about Greg. But he wanted to be the one to tell you." "Yeah, probably. It was a little awkward there for a moment, sandwiched between the two of you. And being naked. And hard. But it worked out just fine." "Still. That wasn't the easiest place. And I had no idea if Greg was going to be your type." "Boo, love. You're too close to him to see it. Greg is everyone's type. Especially once he pulls out that fat, long Telemann dick. And you know, the reason it worked out so well is that you've got the awareness to be worried about it. About us." "Thanks, I suppose." I closed my mouth for a moment, and Jason took the opportunity to grab my cock. "And I've got a Telemann dick of my own," he laughed as he started to stroke it. "And I'm going to have so much fun with it when you loose that bet." "Bet?" I asked. "You don't remember? I bet that Greg would get the fuck flu by the end of the week. Two weeks. Two weeks of you doing whatever I want." With the clarity of a night's sleep, and the hard morning erection, it now seemed like a bad bet. Between Jason and myself, we had pumped uncountable loads of poz cum into Greg. There was no way my innocent nephew could avoid the inevitable. "Two weeks? What was I thinking?" "I think I was distracting you there. It's part of my evil master plan to keep you naked and horny. And any news from our boy?" I picked up my phone, but it was mercifully blank. "Nothing yet. I think we're going to be a weird combination of fathers, lovers, and friends to those two." "Yeah, I was thinking about that last night. At least we'll be able to fuck them," Jason said. "Yeah. But right now, I need to fuck you." "Ok," Jason said, as he rolled onto his back, and grabbed his legs. "You know I'm easy that way." I took that as my invitation to defile his hole one more time.

2. Greg I turned to Clint. "Head up and start to unpack?" I asked him. "Sure," he said. He led the way, this time taking the stairs rather than waiting for the still-busy elevators. I followed him, staring at his ass. The years he had played soccer had paid off. His ass was perfect, like two firm melons side by side. I wanted to bury my face in there, lick his hole until he was wet and moaning, and then sink my cock deep. But I forced myself to keep my hands off him. I had noticed him checking out a girl earlier, and besides, he was my roommate. Once in the room, I went straight for the fridge. "It's getting hot today. Want a beer?" "Sure," he said. He went to one of the shopping bags, and pulled out the fan he had bought. As we sipped our beers, he started to assemble it. "This should help a bit," he said, "for unpacking." My first target was the small duffle bag. There was a joint in there, and the afternoon was going to be much better if I had a proper buzz. "Share a joint?" I said, offering it to Clint for the first puff. "What is it?" he asked. "A joint. You know, pot." I wondered if he was really that naive. "Oh. Right." He looked a bit sheepish. "It would be my first time," he said. "That kind of stuff is illegal in the Mid-east. Like years in a hell-hole prison or death penalty illegal. But sure, I guess." At least he had a good excuse and wasn't going to be a prude about it. "Cool. It's good stuff, and since this is your first time, maybe just a bit? I'll go first; watch me." I lit the joint, and did a long draw. "Hold it for a bit," I continued, and then exhaled. I handed him the lit joint. He did a decent hit, and tried to hold it. But a few seconds later, he collapsed in a fit of coughing, exhaling it all. "Don't worry," I said. "That's what happens your first time. Even I still cough sometimes as well. Do one more hit," I said. He did another hit, this time he managed to avoid coughing for a few more seconds. He handed it back to me. "It's harsh," he said. "And I'm not feeling anything yet." "Give it a few minutes," I said. I went into my bedroom, and dug through the boxes. I found a small plate to use as an ashtray. Before I went back to the living room, I sent a quick text to Nathan. "He's a weed virgin. Probably virgin, period." Back in the living room, Clint had finished putting together the fan. He stuck it in the window and turned it on. "What do you think about the living room?" he asked me. We discussed various options and occasionally moved the sofa and tables around to see what it would look like. We continued to talk about ourselves. Clint asked me a lot of questions about Nathan, like what kind of photographer he was, how long he and Jason had been together, and how often we hung out. Clint seemed to find Nathan fascinating; I wondered if he had met many gay men as masculine and as comfortable as Nathan in Kuwait. Or even any out gay men at all. Although the fan helped some, soon, in the afternoon heat, we had worked up a bit of a sweat. Between the heat, the beer, and the weed, I wanted to get at least my shirt off. I offered Clint the joint again. "Take two hits, then pass it on. That's the tradition." He took two hits, and then handed it back to me. "Just a sec," he said, heading into the bathroom. While I waited for him, I texted Nathan. "Damn, it's hot. I want to take off my shirt," "If I were there, I'd take off you shirt. And your shorts," he replied back almost immediately "Yeah, whatever. I think you fascinate Clint. He's been asking me about you all afternoon," I texted back. The fan wasn't cutting it in the afternoon sun, so I gave in. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it into the corner. Right as I did, Clint stepped out of the bathroom. "Was getting too hot in here," I said, explaining my shirtless state. "No kidding. Back home, we usually just take a nap now." He pulled off his shirt as well. I tried not to stare at his nearly perfect torso. There was just the right amount of fat to smooth out the muscles, and the lightest dusting of dirty blond hair over his chest. There was a slightly thicker trail leading down from his navel into his shorts, perfectly framed by his cum gutters. He was saying something about another possible arrangement of the room, but I barely heard him. "Think that would work?" he asked. "Sure," I said. I had no idea what he had said, but I had to cover how I had been mentally undressing him. "Help me move this?" he asked, indicating the sofa. "Of course," I said. As he walked by me, he caught his foot on the edge of a rug. He stumbled, and instinctively, I reached out to grab him. I caught him but then immediately wished I had not. To catch him I had wrapped my arms around his chest and now his warm body was pressed against me. We were entangled like that for a moment too long, and I wanted to have never even tried. Then that long moment stretched out into a moment far, far too long. I had no idea how I was going to explain the moment to him that wouldn't end any possible friendship immediately. Clint smiled and his piercing grey-blue eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun. And then there wasn't enough time in the world to hold him properly. Almost simultaneously, we leaned in together to kiss. Both moving in at the same time, we totally missed each other and my cheek rubbed up against his chinstrap beard. It was softer than I expected. I wondered what it would feel like against my hole. Clint wrapped his arms around me and we tried the kiss again. This time our lips met perfectly and our tongues easily pressed into the other's mouth. I ceased to worry and enjoyed it. Slightly buzzed, slightly stoned, in the arms of a hot young man, my roommate, I was making out with him and I didn't want it to end. After our tongues spent long decades exploring each other's mouths, Clint broke off our kiss. In truth, the kiss had been less than a minute, but a minute that had changed everything. Although he had stopped kissing me, he made no move to unwrap his arms from me and I continued to hold him as well. "Hello," he said, finally. "Hello," I said. I leaned in again, and his lips parted for me. My tongue went back into his warm, welcoming mouth. It was another minute that felt like only a quick second. This time I had to break it off in order to breathe. "Yeah," Clint said. Then he kissed me once more. He pressed his firm, hard body against me. I felt his dick straining against his shorts. Mine was just as hard, and was leaking pre-cum into my underwear. This was all so easy. I didn't want any part of it to end. "Let's move the sofa. Then we can get on it?" Clint asked me. "Yeah," I said. Even though we had agreed on a plan of attack, it still took us several more minutes of making out before we were even ready to carry out our plans. Finally, we forced ourselves to separate long enough to move the couch. Once we had done that, Clint checked his phone, and laughed. "What?" I asked. I picked up my own phone, and saw there was a message from Nathan. "Go for it," it said. "Oh. I had texted Nathan that I thought you were hot. He just texted me back, 'Go for it.'" It was my turn to laugh. "I texted him the same thing. And he texted me back the same thing as well." Clint had started to peck away at his phone. "What are you telling Nathan?" "Too Late" "Excellent," I said. I quickly send the same message to Nathan. A few moments later, Clint's phone buzzed, then mine. "Good?" read the message from Nathan. I texted him back, "Very good. My first project." Clint got two more beers out of the fridge. Nathan texted me back, "That's my dark, dirty poz boy. Try 'Raw Love' in the DVDs I gave you" This time, Clint's phone didn't buzz. Clint handed a beer to me. "To college adventures. With a fucking hot man," I said. "Together," I added. "To adventures," Clint echoed. "With my sexy roommate." We clinked bottles, and then each took a sip. "You know Jason has done nude modeling, don't you?" "Yeah. Nathan's done it as well. And they've done stuff together too. Why?" "I lost track the number of times I've jerked off to Jason." "Ha," I said. "I've jerked off to their movies." "Movies?" he asked. "I've never seen those." "Yeah," I said. The black case Nathan had given me was lying on the coffee table. I opened it up; as I expected, there was a bottle of poppers, some lube, and some DVDs. The titles were scribbled in black pen on the plain DVDs. The first one was labeled "Raw Love." "You want to see one?" I asked. "I guess. Although it's only going to make me horny." "You're not already?" I asked. I ran my hand over his crotch. His cock was hard, straining against the shorts. It felt like it was a pretty big. I resisted the urge to pull off his shorts immediately. Instead, I stuck the DVD in my computer, and put the laptop on the coffee table. The screen went black, and then almost immediately, it was a scene of Jason and Nathan. They were sitting on a couch, both of them in jockstraps. They were talking; I turned up the volume a bit. They were talking about how long they had been together. Off screen an unseen cameraman asked them, "And always raw?" Jason nodded, and Nathan answered, "Always." With that, the two of them started to make out, slowly progressing to Jason licking Nathan's cock. Clint was sitting next to me on the couch; we were only half watching the video. Most of the time we were making out and exploring each other's bodies. His hair was amazingly soft and delicate. It wasn't just his beard but also his chest hair. I did my best to pace myself. I didn't want to strip him down too fast. On-screen, the action had progressed. Jason was sitting on Nathan's cock, the familiar thick shaft sliding into his smooth hole. Of course it was bareback; nothing had ever come between them. Clint noticed it. "No condoms?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Bareback." "Is that safe?" "Nothing in life is completely safe," I said, hedging my bets. "Does Nathan have HIV?" he asked. "Yeah. He's poz." "Is Jason?" "Yeah." There was a much longer silence. Clint watched the screen. Jason was sliding up and down on Nathan's raw cock and the two men were kissing deeply. Finally, he spoke. "You?" Now it was my turn to be silent. "I don't know," I finally said. He might have been my first project, but I wanted to be honest with him. I had to be honest with him. After all, I was still going to live with him for the rest of the year. Clint ran his hand down my chest, coming to rest on my groin. He traced out the outline of my cock straining against my shorts. "Do you know how they got it? I mean, HIV?" "Yeah, Nathan told me the story on our trip." I pulled Clint closer to me and he pressed his body against mine. "Nathan got it from his first partner. And he gave it to Jason." Clint gave me a kiss on the neck. "They never used condoms." Clint gave me another kiss, this time on the lips. "I want you to fuck me," he said. "I want to fuck you." "It looks so easy. So hot. So..." He stopped talking, but his fingers continued to rub against my erection. "Intimate?" I asked. "Yeah. Intimate." "It is," I said. Yes, I wanted to fuck Clint raw to poz him up, but more than that, I had to fuck Clint raw in order to truly know him. A condom would only be a thin piece of rubber, but it would be the same as a thick stone wall between us. "You think it's going to be ok?" he asked me. "I don't know. But, our first college adventure? Together, like really together?" "Yeah," he said. I pushed him back on the sofa and got on top of him. We kissed again. Now, we were not quite as shy about it, and we enjoyed it to the fullest. Clint reached down and fumbled with the button and zipper on my shorts. Once he got them open, he pushed them down. I was left in just my underwear. I did the same to Clint. I was brave enough, or just horny enough to pull off both his shorts and his underwear at once. His cock was erect, and there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I rubbed my finger against it and scooped it up. I tasted it; it was sweet and salty and pure and perfect, all at the same time. Clint moaned as I fondled his shaft, spreading his legs and wiggling his ass in pleasure. I got off the couch just long enough to take off my own underwear. I then kneelt back down on the floor and wrestled Clint into position. His ass was hanging off the side of the sofa and I spread his legs in order to press my face into his crack. It was warm with just the right amount of fur and a little moist from the heat of the day and our exertions. My tongue sought out his tight hole. This immediately elicited a moan of pleasure from Clint. I proceeded to lick it, tease it, and was able to gently open him up. "Oh Greg," he grunted. "That feels amazing. Like nothing else I've ever felt." I took my time. I was pretty sure he was either a virgin or very inexperienced and he had to enjoy it. There was no need to rush either; it was still early in the afternoon, and our first orientation activity wouldn't begin for several hours. We could do this properly, do it slow, do it deep and long, and leave him desperate for more. I rimmed his hole for what seemed like hours, as he opened further up for me. When his hole seemed sufficiently relaxed, I began to play at it with my fingers. He moaned when my index finger first penetrated him. It was hard for me to fight back the urge to go straight for the kill. I was tempted by even just a hint of the warmth of his body around my finger. "This is good, isn't it?" he asked me. His face was a confused mess: simultaneously ecstatic at the new sensations his body was giving him, but also scared and unsure about where these explorations would lead him. "Very good," I said. My own cock was throbbing; a bead of pre-cum had formed at the tip. I scooped it up and pressed the finger into his hole. "Feel ok?" I asked, as the first of my dangerous fluids entered his body. "Fuck yeah," he said. I was still kneeling down in front of his hole. I watched his ass pull on my finger; it disappeared into his muscular butt. I had gone into sex with Nathan with my eyes wide open. I knew all of the dangers and risks of having sex without protection. I knew the dangers of having sex with a positive man. I wanted it. I wanted the Nathan and I wanted the virus he carried. But, I wasn't sure if Clint knew what he was getting himself into. Although I had only known him for a few hours, we already had something complex and wonderful. I didn't want to risk that by not telling him the entire truth. But also, I didn't want to jeopardize my chances to get inside him and feel my cock slide against that perfect muscle hole. I pulled my finger out and poured a bit of lube on his hole. My cock started to slide into his crack. Our eyes locked and then our lips locked together while our tongues explored each other's mouths. "I need to tell you something first," I said, breaking off the kiss. My cock was pressed up against his hole. "I want you inside me," he said. "Fuck, don't stop now." "It's important," I said. However, he was eagerly rubbing his ass against my cock and against my best intentions, I reached down and helped my cockhead just barely enter his hole. "No. This is important," he replied. "Important to me. Important to us." He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled himself against me. I was already hard, I was already wanting inside of him, and I was already perfectly positioned. His latest provocation was more than I could resist and I stopped trying to hold back. I let myself enter him. His hole was hot and tight and there was enough lube to let me slide into him. Any restraint in further penetration would require a serious effort on my part. "I need this so badly," he said, as my raw shaft slid into him ever further. I stopped trying to resist him. I took just enough time to pour some more lube on my shaft, enough to make it easy for him to take. Then, slowly and carefully, I pressed my fat rod into his tender hole. As I pressed further into him, his smile grew larger, deliriously happy to finally be getting what he had dreamt about and jerked off to for so long. When we were both used to my presence inside him, I stopped trying to open him up and began to fuck him properly. "You're so tight. So warm," I said, leaning in for another kiss. He wasn't as good as the other men, Nathan, Jason or Sean, but he was a virgin and still very much a novice in getting fucked. He was doing a great job; what he lacked in talent, he made up for in enthusiasm. Not until I was almost all the way inside him did he even wince. Even that was taken care of with me staying still for a few moments, letting him get used to me. "You're so hard. It feels so powerful inside of me." We continued to make out. All the while my cock dripped pre-cum into his innocent hole. Neither of us knew what my pre-cum was capable of. It was an ambiguous fluid: slippery, smooth, alive, and perhaps deadly as well. "What did you want to tell me?" he asked. By that time, my balls were slapping against his ass. I didn't know how to tell him any more. There were other things that were far more important now. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "Do you want me to pull out?" "Do you want to pull out?" he responded. "No, I don't." "Then I don't want you pull out either." "But," I began, but before I could finish, he pulled me down for another kiss. For a moment, I stopped worrying; I just enjoyed his warm hole and his tight embrace. But, finally, I had to say something. "I've been having unprotected sex with guys who are positive." He was quiet for a moment, but made no effort to push me off of him, or force me out of his hole. "Nathan?" he asked. But he tightened his hole around my cock and squeezed out another few drops of pre-cum. I nodded. "You?" he continued. "Are you positive?" "I don't know." It was the truth. I wanted three things in my life at that moment. First, more than anything else, I wanted Clint. Second, I wanted to be poz. And third and finally, I wanted to share this precious gift with Clint. I couldn't imagine a world where I couldn't get all three of them. The two of us were still. I stopped thrusting into his body, and beneath me, he was motionless. Time slowed down while he tried to assimilate everything that I had told him and his own desires. Finally, he made another movement. He pulled me close against his body. His breath was hot against my ear "Don't pull out. Don't ever pull out," he said, in a barely audible whisper. "Are you sure?" I asked, whispering into Clint's ear, just as he had whispered into mine. I had talked a good game with Nathan, telling him how I wanted to poz up the hot guys in college. Now, with one naked and impaled on my raw cock, when I actually had the chance, the reality was a lot more difficult. I felt something warm and wet on my cheek. Before could Clint answer, I saw that he had tears in his eyes. "I really don't know. But this, this closeness, is what I always want. From the moment I saw you, I wanted it with you." We kissed again, his tongue entering my mouth. It came as a shock that I wanted this closeness just as badly as Clint did. My cock twitched in pleasure, glad that it had been granted permission to fulfill its evolutionary mission, it was going to get to shoot its hot load into a wet, accepting hole. "I can't hold back much longer," I moaned. Nathan had kept me on edge the entire week, and I had barely exhausted the reserves my balls had built up. Now, Clint was going to be the lucky recipient of these rich resources. I wished I knew for sure if my semen had the same deadly power as Nathan's, but for now, it was more than enough to have blanket permission to breed my roommate's hot hole. "Cum in me," Clint begged, and I did. The first spurt was thick, long spray of sperm that shot hard out of my engorged cock and landed deep into Clint's body. There was an immediate sense of relief, as the pressure that had built up in my balls was released. The next few spurts were longer and even more intense. I was dribbling my spunk all along the depth of Clint's hole, asserting my ownership of this fertile, virgin territory. "Fill me up, Greg," he asked me. I easily recognized that need in his voice. Just a few days ago, I had the same need when I was begging Nathan to fuck me. "Fucking fill me up every fucking day." "Every night and every morning, bro," I said, as I thrust back into him and another spurt shot out of my cock. I had shot a big load, and it was easy for me to feel my semen squishing around inside of him and against my cock. "You've got a fucking amazing ass." "Your cock feels great inside of me," he said. My orgasm was slowly fading. Although my immediate need for release had been satiated, my cock refused to soften. I continued to gently thrust in and out of Clint, working my load into his delicate tissues. I wanted my seed to stay with him and become a part of him forever. We made out, not saying anything, just feeling the naturalness of our skin-on-skin fuck. "First time?" I asked. There was that unique combination of timidity and eagerness to Clint that made me think he was still new at this. It was endearing and sweet: everything would be still new and wonderful for him. I found it easy for me to get caught up in his pleasure. "Yeah," he said, blushing. "It's a very different environment back home." "Don't worry," I said. "I'm glad I was here for it." "Me too," he said. He pulled me in for another kiss. "Really happy it was you. This is going to be a fun year," he continued. "Definitely," I said. "Fun few years." My cock was beginning to soften, and soon, it would fall out. "Have to pull out," I said. "You going to keep my load up there, Bro?" "Hell yeah," he said. I pulled out of Clint, doing my best to leave as much of my sperm inside of him as I could. Only a few drops escaped, and I pressed them back into him. He grunted in pleasure as my finger entered him, obviously glad to have something up his hole again. Clint's cock was still hard and the trail of fuzz running up to his navel was wet with his pre-cum. I took his cockhead into my mouth, running my tongue around and over it. His pre-cum was a perfect combination of sweet and salty, tempered with the innocence of youth. Even though I had licked it all up, I still wanted more. He sighed in pleasure and obliged my desires; his cock continued to drip a steady stream of his fluid. I worked my way down his shaft, swallowing every drop of it. I was nowhere near as good of a cocksucker as Nathan, but I didn't think I was that bad. I had managed to get all of him in my mouth with the head just pressing into my throat. Clint's dick was just the right size and shape to be big enough, but not so big as to be unwieldy. It was easy for me to alternate between long strokes down the length of the shaft and then shift to concentrating on his sensitive head. I kept this up for a few minutes. There was a pleasurable sense of submission in sucking Clint's cock; the school-yard taunt of "cocksucker" was now a badge of pride. I knew how good I was making Clint feel, and it made me happy as well. "I'm going to cum soon," Clint said. "Can I shoot in your mouth?" I couldn't say anything with my mouth full of cock, but I did my best to nod. I kept on sucking his hard shaft. "Oh fuck yeah," he said, thrusting his hips up and his cock into my mouth. In a pattern I was now very familiar with, his cock stiffened, swelled, and then his thick and rich cream erupted into my mouth. I didn't even try to taste the first spurt but swallowed it without thinking. It was an instinctive response; I wanted to always have a part of Clint in me and have something to remember him by. "Oh god," he moaned, as he continued to pump out his hot sperm. These were smaller and thus easier to savor before I swallowed them. He had a tasty load, and I could have swallowed it all night. Unfortunately, I was able to drain his balls far too soon and then he pulled me off his cock. "Too sensitive," he gasped, as one more drop of cum formed at the tip of his cock. I quickly licked it off before he could stop me. "I know the feeling," I said. I kissed him, letting him taste the sperm that was still in my mouth. We stayed lip-locked, catching out breath, and feeling our naked bodies pressed against each other. I think we could have been there all afternoon. Finally the DVD ended, and the music of the main menu started to distract us. "Shower?" I asked Clint, finally breaking off our make-out session. "Yeah," he said. "Now I just need to find a towel," I said, as I got up from kneeling in front of the couch. "I've got an extra," he said. "In the bathroom." "Cool," I said. "I'll find mine sooner or later." I surveyed the boxes and bags I still needed to unpack. This first weekend was already shaping up to be a pleasurable mix of weed, beer, and sex, with unpacking being very low on the list of our priorities. Clint headed into the bathroom, and I heard the water running soon after. I took a moment to quickly text Nathan about my first conquest before I followed him into our bathroom.

My biological father was killed in a car accident when I was 10 years old, leaving my mom and me on our own. My mom struggled as a single mom for a couple years, but she was miserable without a man in her life, so it was hardly surprising to me when she started to date again. What was very surprising was that when she finally picked a second husband, she chose Bud. My dad had been an incredibly intelligent, cultured, and soft-spoken academic, and Bud...wasn't. My dad used to spend hours on the weekend absorbed in books, but Bud was more the type to spend hours on a chair in front of the TV, drinking beer (and if we were lucky, he'd be wearing pants). But he was nice to my mom, and nice to me, and my mom stopped worrying all the time and seemed more relaxed. I know that some people, in particular my biological father's family, used to question her decision to remarry so soon and why she chose a man so unlike my father, but she just used to say, "He makes me laugh" and leave it at that. I did overhear her talking to a friend once, who asked the same question, and instead of her usual answer, she replied, "Because when I'm riding his monster cock, I can cum two or three times for every time he does." I didn't really get it at the time, but like I said, she was happy and relaxed, and so I was too. I asked Bud one time, before he married my mom, what his real name was. He told me that his parents had wanted everyone to like him, so they named him Buddy. But as he got older, he shorted it to Bud. Then he told me how, even though he knew that he could never replace my father, my mom was very important to him, and so that meant that I was very important to him too. He knew that having a man around was very important to a boy in his teen years, so he hoped that I would soon feel comfortable to talk to him about anything. He was so sincere, and my mom was so invested in this new relationship, that I bypassed the stage where most step-kids resent the new man in the house. Even so, although Bud and I tried, but when it came down to it, we had very little in common. I was very much my father's son: quiet and introspective, shy and lacking confidence, not in the best shape, whereas Bud was loud, brash, in-your-face, a proudly self-proclaimed redneck. Even so he'd pretend to take an interest in my schooling, and I'd pretend to enjoy watching football with him, and we had a friendly relationship, which was a relief because I started having some interesting changes happening to my body around then, and he was right, it was nice having a male friend to talk to about it. He got me through wet dreams and pubic hair, masturbation and shaving, all without a scratch (literally). It was interesting, but as Bud's and my friendship got stronger, his relationship with my mom got worse and worse, and so did mine. I think that she envisioned that her second marriage would be mostly about the two of them, with me just hovering on the periphery keeping out of their way. But Bud wasn't having that - we were a family unit. So the two of us got closer, and my mom's jealousy drove her further and further away. It got to the point that when I was 16, and I finally admitted to myself that maybe thinking about the quarterback at school while jacking off meant that I was gay, that Bud was the first one that I told. He hugged me, told me that he loved me, and that he was proud of me, and told me that I might want to hold off on telling my mom until things got better. I was so relieved that he was okay with it, given his proud identity as a redneck, but he just told me, "I think of you like my own son. You are mine, and I'm not getting rid of you that easily". This new insider knowledge made us even closer, causing all sorts of whispered conferences just out of mom's hearing, and private jokes - it wasn't that surprising that she packed up and took off one day. When my mom left, Bud made it clear to everyone, especially me, that he considered me his son and was planning on keeping me with him for the next couple of years until I was 18. I was so relieved that I wasn't going to be uprooted, or lose another parent, but he just hugged me and said, "I told you, I'm not getting rid of you that easily." Since he started working long hours to make up for the loss of the second income, I started picking up my mom's extra work around the house. It wasn't easy, because I kept fucking it up for one reason or another, but Bud was very quick to kindly correct me and get me back on track. He became more and more of a guiding hand over the the next two years, and I spent more and more time with him, because he made me feel good about myself, even though I kept screwing everything up. We talked about college sometimes, and I told him that even though my grades were good enough to go anywhere on a full ride, I wanted to go to the college in town so that I could live at home and take care of him. He agreed to the idea, saying, "I'm not getting rid of you that easily" and chuckling over that old joke. Then, my 18th birthday came around, and everything changed. I woke up the morning of my 18th birthday to a strange tickling sensation. I was startled to find Bud sitting on my bed, in just his jockeys and his ever-present trucker's cap. It was shocking because Bud had always stressed that my room was MY place, and he never entered without permission, until this morning. He was, as I said, sitting on my bed pretty close to naked (I was completely naked, as I had started sleeping that way every summer), and the tickling sensation was his middle finger, slick with lube, sliding back and forth up and down my ass crack. I was paralyzed by the bizarre nature of the situation, so when Bud put his other finger to his lips in the classic "Shh" signal, I obeyed. Then he slid his finger into my hole, and I had to let out a gasp. Even though I was 18, and had known I was gay since I was 16, I was still a virgin. This, ironically, had been advice from Bud - that you only get one first time, so make sure that it's special. So, Bud's probing digit was the first thing to ever enter my hole, and it wasn't the most pleasant intrusion. I tried to wiggle away, but he put a first grip on the leg closest to him and I was stuck. He figured out when he hit my prostate based on my reaction - my eyes got very wide, and I lost my breath. Then he pulled most of the way out and then slammed his finger into my teen G spot again...and again...and again. After three minutes of this, my dick decided it couldn't take anymore and I came, sobbing a little with the intensity of it. I was pretty sure at this point, because I knew with 100% certainty that Bud was straight, that this was a really vivid wet dream - like a birthday present from the universe. So when he reached out and scooped up my cum off my chest, and held it out to me on dripping fingers, I obediently opened my mouth and starting sucking his hand clean. I heard from his end of the bed the snap of a cap, and the pop of a Ziploc bag opening, but was so focused on doing a good job that I didn't pay attention until his fingers (this time middle and index) slid into me again. This time the intrusion burned more than before, and it staying warm even after the initial burn. In fact, by the time he was deep as my prostate again, my whole ass felt like it was smoldering. The shock from my prostate felt ten times better, and when he pulled all the way out, my ass had never felt so empty. The pop of the Ziploc again, and his fingers were back - this time the smoldering turned into a full-on blaze of lust. My ass needed to be filled, and stretched, and used. I was making little noises in the back of my throat, and when he pulled his fingers out of my hole again, they got louder. Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." Coming soon - part 2.

I got this very hot story. I did not write it. I want to know if anyone here is the author and can please add to it Please. Who knows what was different about that night at the Bathouse. Maybe there were fewer hot looking young studs around or maybe I was just getting bored with the same old plain boring sex. But I could tell something was different. I felt edgy--nervous--for some reason. Restless. I don't know how long I'd been there when I spotted this guy coming toward me. He was everything I avoided. On the tall side and skinny as hell and looked like he could've been twice my age. Almost skeletal looking with a hollow, gaunt face and dark circles under his eyes and big bony hands and feet. As he moved closer I saw that he had that searching, needy look in his dark eyes--eyes that started straight at me and didn't look away as we passed each other in the hallway. He creeped me out--sick looking fuck--but I noticed that I was fighting the urge to turn around and look back at him after we'd passed. I forced myself to keep my eyes fixed on the floor in front of me until we'd both rounded different corners. I quickly put him out of my mind when a slightly older, hunky daddy pulled me into one of the stalls, bent me over and stuck his tongue in my crack. I was starting to really grind my tight hole in daddy's face when someone pulled the curtain in our stall slightly open and I saw Sick Fuck standing there watching us. Daddy was so busy with his face in my crack he didn't even seem to notice but I was practically eye level with this fucker's towel-clad and rapidly tenting groin. I could tell this skin and bones stalker was sporting one huge fucking cock, and when he moved his towel and a thick, throbbing 8 inch mushroom headed uncut pecker bobbed in front of me, my own cock--barely semi hard all night so far--stiffened instantly and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Daddy had barely noticed Sick Fuck, still sucking on my hole, but I had to get that sick fucker's fat bone in my mouth. He stepped slightly into the stall and slid that oozing mushroom head past my lips straight to the back of my throat. I couldn't believe how I was getting off on this guy's dick but I couldn't get enough of that pecker in my mouth. I was rooting and slurping and gagging and groaning like it was the first blowjob I'd ever given and my own cock was starting to leak serious precum all over my feet. We went at it like that for a few minutes then Sick Fuck pulled his monster cock out of my mouth and took a step back so that I got another good look at him. Those huge, gaunt eyes stared straight at me that spit slick cum heavy shaft still bobbing in front of me. He nodded in the direction of the hallway, indicating that he wanted me to follow him. I was simultaneously repulsed and more turned on than I could remember being in I don't know how long. Every sane, rational thought in my head was saying No! Don't go with him! but suddenly I was pulling away from Daddy's mouth on my hole and not even bothering to pick up my towel, following Sick Fuck to his private room. He stepped in and waited for me to follow, then shut the door behind us and dropped his towel. I'd never felt so fucking freaky hot and turned on and scared shitless in all my life. I couldn't believe I was alone and naked with this pale, skinny, sickly fucker my eyes glued to that huge dick, made all the more grotesquely long and thick looking because of his skinny, emaciated frame. Part of me wanted to turn around and run the hell out of that room but I didn't move. Just stood there with my own dick pointing straight up and my eyes fixed on his drooling monster. You want it, don't you boy? he said in a soft slithery voice that sent cold chills up my spine. I felt a lump in my throat and swallowed hard, sensing he meant something besides the obvious. I could tell when you first looked at me in the hallway, he said. I knew what you wanted. I don't know how it was possible but my dick lengthened and hardened even more. He moved toward me and our cocks bumped against each other I felt his large bony hands with their papery feeling skin circle my slim waist and pull me closer, pressing our cocks together and then letting his hands roam over my firm butt cheeks. I felt his mouth bite my neck and my lick my ear. I'm going to make sure you get everything you want, he breathed in my ear. Then his mouth was on mine . .. and I was beyond shocked when I felt my mouth open and suck in his long tongue and heard myself groaning and moaning and grabbing his skinny butt and pulling him closer to me. I glanced at our reflections in the mirrored walls my tanned, muscular jock bod pressed against his pale, skinny, emaciated long limbs and suddenly I knew there was no turning back no leaving the room I knew he was right:--whatever IT was I wanted it. And I wasn't going to leave until I got it. I could literally feel my knees shaking as he pulled away and, putting both those big bony hands on my shoulders, pushed me down until I was eye level with that drooling monster prick of his I'd never seen anything quite like it. Maybe it was just the stark contrast of that long, thick, pulsing dick and his wasted looking frame. Glancing up at him I could see the outline of his ribs his thin skin stretched tight over his ample bones. He was looking down at me and his eyes looked black in the dim light. They were staring straight into mine as he started to move the fat, oozing head of his cock across my lips and chin, gradually starting to gently dick whip my face and making my own cock leap in response. Instinctively my lips parted and that huge mushroom head slipped past them into my mouth. Suck it, boy, he said in that same slithery but steely voice. Had I ever wanted anything in my mouth that much before? If so you couldn't prove it by the sudden slurping and grunting and groaning and dripping that followed. I took him all the way to the back of my throat, practically begging him to gag and choke me--which he seemed more than happy to do It had to have been the biggest cock I'd ever had in my throat--or maybe it was just that I'd never gone so fucking pig crazy over a dick in my mouth before. And when he pulled a bottle of poppers seemingly out of nowhere and stuck it under my nose and I took two long hard hits, I went goddamned out of my mind cramming as much of that cock down my throat as I could, grabbing his cheeks and grinding him into my face and making sounds I didn't even know I could make. Without taking his eyes off mine or taking his cock out of my mouth he leaned over and after sticking two fingers in his mouth, he found my hole and I felt the warm goo of his spit moisturizing my tight little pucker. I was still flying from the poppers so I groaned even louder and instinctively relaxed my ring to let those long bony fingers slide into me. There was no mistaking his intention. This sleazy bastard was planning to fuck me. The idea made me shudder--and my already hard as rock dick stick straight up between my legs. Was I seriously going to let this obviously--literally-wasted fucker put his big diseased cock inside me? What in holy hell was I doing on my knees in front of this zombie actually thinking about letting this sick fuck stick his King Kong dong up my fuckhole?? Normally I wouldn't be caught dead even giving a sleaze bag like this guy a second look much less opening up so he could stick a third finger in my cunt. He was finger fucking my hole now while he continued fucking my face with his meaty prick. I could hear this guttural sound coming from the back of his throat--it didn't sound quite human but it just made me grunt and suck and slurp and bounce up and down even harder on his fingers--now buried up to his knuckles in my hole. Sweet fucking hole, he said, sounding slightly out of breath, and trying to push a fourth finger inside me. Sweet fucking hungry hole knows what it wants, doesn't it boy? All I could do was moan harder and louder and open up wider. Show me that pretty hole, boy, he said, suddenly pulling his dick from my mouth and pulling me up on to the bed on my knees with my hole hanging off it. He made that low, guttural sound in the back of his throat again as he put those big hot hands on my cheeks and spread them apart. Then he spit so hard on my crack it felt like I'd been slapped and his tongue plunged into my crack and started to work its way inside me. driving me into an immediate pig fucker frenzy. I looked over at the mirror again and the sight of this walking dead man with his gaunt face buried in my round bubble butt was the fucking hottest thing I'd ever seen. I arched my back and ground my hole into that face and felt that tongue slide so far into me I thought he put in a finger again. Even with his mouth clamped on my hole he managed to find the bottle of poppers again and handed them to me. I took two more long hard hits and nearly thought I would black out. He obviously saw the effect it was having on me and quickly stood up and positioned a spit slick slimy monster cock between my slippery hole cheeks. We both know what you want, boy, he said, panting slightly. Your cunt knows what it wants. My dick knows what it wants. I felt the head of his cock slip just past my ring and a shudder moved through me from my head to my toes. But just as I thought he was going to push the rest of the way inside me just as I was instinctively relaxing my sphincter to try to accommodate that fat AIDS cock he slowly withdrew and reaching for what looked like a large plastic bag in a duffel bag beside the cot, he said, How much fun do you wanna have, boy? How far over the edge do you want me to take you ? Just when I thought I'd jumped off the deep end and couldn't possibly take another step over the line, this sick fucker managed to take me to another brink. I was trembling all over--again--and the knot in my stomach felt every bit as hard as my rock-rigid cock as I watched him pull what looked like an entire tool kit from that plastic bag. I'd never done any drugs except for smoking an occasional joint--and being a lost cause poppers whore. I didn't even know what I was seeing as he fished around in the bag a bit then told me to get back on my hands and knees on the bed. I knew you were a fucking cum slut waiting to happen the minute we made eye contact in the hall, he said in that stern, slithery voice that still gave me goose bumps. One look at you and I knew you were going to be mine. He was standing behind me but I could see us both in the mirror: my bubble butt jock hole up in the air and that slimy AIDS fucker taking whatever the hell he'd pulled out of that bag and starting to slip it into my boyhole. It felt hard a little grainy ... What are you doing? My voice cracked a bit as I felt his fingers pushing it further into me. Just relax, baby. It's just a little something to get us rolling here. You'll feel it any second now He must've been able to tell when I started to feel the burn. I started moving my hole around a bit on the bed and couldn't suppress a low moan as I felt the warmth starting to spread through me from my sphincter. Mmmmm yea my baby's starting to feel it already, he said, leaning over me and rubbing that slimy, precummy monster cock in my crack. When I felt that dick bumping my hole again I thought I might spurt right there on the spot. It was like a jolt of electricity shooting straight from my fuckhole to my scalp and the tips of my toes. I instinctively bucked my hips toward him, knowing I wanted that cock in me. But this guy had a plan and he wasn't going to be rushed. He rubbed his dick slowly in my crack, just barely poking the head into my sphincter and driving me goddamn fucking crazy. I was whimpering like a puppy but also couldn't take my eyes off the image of us in the mirror--this scrawny, bony, pale as paste bastard with his big bony hands on my boy butt and his thick schlong rubbing and probing my crack. None of it seemed quite real even though I was harder and hornier than I'd even been in my life. It was even more surreal when he reached again for the plastic bag and I saw him take out what looked like two small syringes and a couple of long rubber bands. His dick was still stoking the fire at my hole and I could feel my hole quivering but I was wide eyed and scared as fuck when I saw him wrap one of the rubber bands tightly around his skinny bicep. He saw me watching him in the mirror and his mouth stretched into the most evil, terrifying grin I'd ever seen. Are you ready, boy? he said Are you ready for me to take you where you've never been before? What is that? I said, feeling that knot in my stomach again and feeling simultaneously terrified and turned on as hell. It's something that's going to help you be the fucking pig whore you were born to be, he said, taking one of my arms in his hands. It's the point of no return, baby. He wrapped the other rubber band around my own muscular arm. It's what you've been waiting for--you just didn't know it. He wrapped the band and pulled it tight. You know what you want, don't you boy? He looked into my eyes in the mirror. You know what I'm going to give you, don't you? All my bugs into ur Neg cunt. Did I know? Had I known all along? Did I know the minute that I saw that sick fuck in the hallway that I was going to end up here naked in this room with his cock in my crack, about to watch him stick a needle in my arm? Did I know I was going to end up out of my mind with fucking pig lust for that AIDS cock and that I'd be begging this suck fucker to pump a hot thick toxic load of his creamy AIDS cum into my sweet boyhole? I could've saved myself. Instead, feeling my whole body tremble and my cock throb I watched him take the other needle and I watched it stick my arm and watched the liquid seep into me and then i watched the transformation. I watched the muscular, pretty young jock boy I'd been turn into a writhing, squirming, grunting, groaning wild eyed cum pig begging that for that sick AIDS monster cock to fill me up. I watched that slimy, oozy toxic fuck stick slide all the way up my boy cunt and I saw my hole back down on it and felt myself open wide to take him in and I heard myself begging: begging for more begging for everything he had to give me. Tell me what you want, his voice slithered in my ear as he started breathing harder. Tell me, baby. I want your cock, I moaned. I didn't even have words to describe how I was feeling at that point. Lust spread through me like someone was pouring lava down my throat and shooting it up my hole. What else? he murmured. What else do you want? He somehow reached behind him and managed to open the door to our room. Anybody walking by would be able to see and hear us. Tell me what you want, fucker, he demanded. I want your fucking cum! I said. You want what? he said. A couple of guys walking by saw us and stepped into the room. I want your fucking hot cum! I said. Fuck yea! one of the guys said. He was a larger, older version of the sick fuck who was ramming his cock deep in my fiery hole. Give the little whore that hot seed! Is that what you want, baby? he said. Do you want my hot toxic AIDS seed deep in your gut? Holy fucking god-damn hell yes!!! Shoot your goddamn motherfucking AIDS cum up my hole!! I heard myself yelling it out loud, not caring who heard. Not caring who saw. When he unleashed an explosion of dirty poz cum in my guts we both hollered and within minutes at least five men were standing beside the bed, their dicks pointing toward my hole, waiting for a turn at my now oozing, impregnated hole. I took them all--a fat fuck who looked old enough to be my grandfather some wasted fucker who looked like he just wandered in from a homeless shelter a couple who tag teamed me for what seemed like an hour before both unloaded in me--twice--and at least a half dozen others while my sick fuck AIDS daddy kept his cum coated schlong in my mouth and continued to whisper in my ear that his devil seed was now deep inside me . .. that he was inside me and that from that moment on I belonged to him. From them he lined up more diseased cock for me to be a cum dump to. I added some to this and edited to my tastes. I have shot at least 50 loads to this story. Please help. If you can do this to me using whatever chems u want please let me know. I live in Dallas Texas now.

I've lived in Las Vegas for nearly 20 years. For a sex pig like me there's no better place on earth to live than here in Sin City. We have dozens of ABS's with very active video arcades and xxx theaters scattered throughout the valley, as well as two bathhouses. So, I'm normally able to satisfy my lust for cock and cum at one or another of these establishments, but, sometimes I'm just in the mood to be a total cumslut. On such an occasion I usually will check into a cheap motel/hotel hear the strip hotels, post on craigslist and some of the other gay porn sites, announcing that I'm there and hosting. And hopefully get some hot, anonymous loads as a consequence. I did just that a few weeks ago. I got a cheap room at a rather sleazy hotel that was just across the freeway from one of the busiest area of the Las Vegas Strip. So, it has quick access for the locals to reach from the freeway. And tourists staying on the south end of the strip can also easily reach my hotel, with or without a car. This hotel has free, easy parking right near the rooms. So, if the guy has a car, he can drive up, load my ass and he's back in his car and home to his wife very quickly. A definite advantage for the local guy, versus his trying to get in and out of one of the huge strip hotels. This particular hotel also has a huge truck parking area for the overnight parking of semi trucks, with shower facilities for the drivers. So, each night, close to 100+ big rigs are parked next door to the hotel. Making it an easy spot for those horny 18 wheelers to get their rocks off. I checked into this hotel around 9pm. I quickly posted ads on Craigslist and some other web sites, including BBRT. Then I got my room set up. Placing lube, poppers and tissues on both night stands and the desk. So that lube and poppers would be close at hand for the guys. I also placed some condoms in the drawers of both nightstands, just in case a guy insisted on using them. But, my intension was to take raw cock and loads. I didn't want the condoms in sight, making the guys think I preferred covered. Cause I didn't. I want it raw. I douched and showered, then checked to see if I had any hits from my internet posts. Sure enough, I had several replies from my Craigslist ad. As well as several replies from my BBRT, Manhunt, A4A and Squirt posts. I quickly replied to them all. Giving them my hotel address and room number. I told each of the guys that the door would be unlocked. I'd be ass up, face down in the darkened room. And that my hole was at their disposal. I took the plastic 'do not disturb' sign and using duct tape, I taped it across the door lock. Making it so that all they had to do was push on the door to enter my room. I rechecked my computer to see if there were more replies. There were several more, so I quickly replied to them with the same info, informing them of the same instructions. One of the replies was from a trucker that was parked next door. He said he'd be over as soon as he got my room number. I turned off all the lights in the room. Leaving only a small night-light that I had brought, turned on in the bathroom. This gave the room just enough light that the guy could find me on the edge of the bed. But gave the darkness for a totally anonymous encounter. Then I lubed up my ass, grabbed one of the fresh bottle of poppers and assumed the position of ass up, face down on the edge of the bed, burying my face in the pillow and waited for the first guy to arrive. In just a couple of minutes, I heard the door push open and close. I took a couple of hits from the poppers as I heard him kick off his shoes, unzip and remove his pants. Then I felt his finger explore my asshole. Feeling that my ass was already lubed, he quickly put his already hard cock up to my hole. Rubbing his cockhead on it for a few moments, before finally pushing up inside me. I took another big sniff of poppers as he started to slide in and out of me. He'd pull nearly all the way out of me, then slam deep up inside me with each thrust. He felt like he had 6 or 7 inches. But not overly thick. But he did have a large, mushroom cockhead. I was really loving the feel of his cockhead as it almost pulled out, but then plunged back into me, harder and deeper with each thrust. About 5 minutes into this, I heard the door open and close again. Clothes were being discarded and I heard this new guys footsteps as he moved to the opposite side of the bed. He picked up the bottle of poppers that I had left on that nightstand. I could hear him remove the lid and take a couple of hits from the bottle. I then felt him kneel on the bed in front of me. For the first time I lifted my head from the pillow and could see the dim view of this second guys cock right in front of me. I pulled myself up and he slid his cock into my mouth. I was in heaven. This is just what I wanted. A cock in my ass and one in my mouth at the same time. The trucker in my ass was obviously turned on by having another horny guy using me. The trucker really started to pound my hole even harder. He was grunting now as he slammed into me. He grabbed me around my waist and slammed one last time into me. Letting out a load groan as he held his cock deep inside me and filled my gut with his load. Then he pulled out. I heard him tell the guy in my mouth to change positions with him. The guy in my mouth pulled out and the exchange was made. I now had the truckers cum covered cock in my mouth. While the 2nd guy was slipping his cock up inside me. Once my mouth had cleaned off the trucker's cock and he had softened, he pulled out and dressed. Leaving my room as the 2nd guy continued to fuck me. The 2nd guy didn't take long to reach his own orgasm. He also let out a loud groan. Slammed deep inside me and fed my ass it's 2nd load of the night. He pulled out. I heard him wiping his cock off with the tissues and put his pants back on and left. I wondered if any of the other guys would actually show up? You never know with internet hookups. But I didn't need to worry. Just a few minutes later, I heard a soft knock on my door and heard the door open and close once again. The guy said, "Word's out in the trucker's shower that there's a hot hole needing some dick". "You've found it. Do you want sloppy 3rds?" I said. I heard him unzip and he pressed his already hard cock to my hole. He wasted no time in pushing up into me and quickly beginning to pump. His cock felt much longer and thicker than the other two guys. I could feel his cold zipper grind against my ass cheeks as he pumped into me. Thankfully, the other two guys had loosened my ass up a bit. But I still needed to take a deep hit of poppers to be able to take this big, thick one all the way inside me. Then the door opened again. The familiar sounds of clothes being removed was heard. Then the door opened again. There were now 3 guys in my room. Yeah..!!! This is what I wanted. The horny trucker fucked me for a few minutes, then I heard one of the guys say, "Let me try that ass. The trucker's cock slid out. And another cock slipped up in me. I head the trucker and the other guy stroking their cocks as they watched this 2nd guy fuck me. A few minutes later, the 3rd guy, in a thick Mexican accent said "My turn". Again, one cock slid out of me and the Latino guy slid up into me. For the next half hour or more, it was a steady rotation of these 3 cocks taking turns, tagging my hole. One by one these 3 guys would finally reach the point where they couldn't hold off any longer. And would fill my ass with their loads. Each would cum. Clean their cocks off and leave. Finally as the last of these guys left, the latino, I collapsed onto the bed, my legs trembling from being in that kneeling position on the edge of the bed so long. I finally got up to check messages on my computer again. Of the 8 initial replies that I got, 5 had already shown up and fucked me. A pretty good turn out, I felt. There were 8 new replies. So I quickly replied to them as well. Then stepped into the bathroom to take a piss. Just as I stepped back into the bedroom area, I saw the door open again. From the light coming in from the parking lot, I could faintly see a very tall, muscular black man in his late 40's stepping into my room. "You the faggot that needs to be fucked?" he said. "Yup", I said as I stepped towards him. He was unzipping as I grabbed my poppers and took a hit. "Suck it, Fag", he said as he took the poppers from my hand and took a hit. I knelt in front of him and undid his belt and unzipped his fly. He handed the bottle back to me as I leaned forward and took his ample, but flaccid dick into my mouth. "You like str8, black dick, Fag?" "Umm hum" I moaned as his cock was filling my mouth. I fondled his low hanging balls as his cock began to harden in my mouth. He quickly grew to about 8 inches of rock hard dick. "Eat my ass, Fag", he said as he pulled his now hard cock from my mouth and turned around. Lowering his jeans to the floor, he leaned over the bed and showed his ass to me. I put my face up to his crack and took a whiff of the manscent of his hole. Then spread his ass cheeks and licked his puckered hole. His moan let me know he was liking it. I licked and poked his hole for several minutes with my tongue. Then he stood, told me to get on the bed, as he stripped completely. He took the bottle of lube I had on the night stand and squeezed some onto his cock. His 8 or more inches were rock hard and very thick. Even though my ass was well lubed with the 5 loads I already had in me, I asked him to lube me up. I was going to need all the lube I could get to accommodate his bbc. As he lubed me, I took another hit of poppers. He climbed up behind me on the bed, and pushed his bbc deep inside me in one quick motion. It was so large, I let out a gasp in pain. "Am I hurting you, you little whore?" he said as he continued to slam into me. I didn't reply, but just took another hit of poppers. This big, muscular black stud was really getting into my ass. He was making a very loud smacking sound as his cock slammed repeatedly into me. His thrusts were so hard, that I was grunting as the breath escaped me with his pounding. "Fuckin' whore", "Fuckin' pig", he'd grunt as he pounded my ass. Finally, after about 10 minutes of steady assault, he slammed deep inside and growled as he unloaded in me. I could feel his bbc throbbing as he emptied his balls into my ass. He pulled out of me with almost the sound of a plunger being pulled from a drain. "Nice piece of ass, queer boy. Good job", he said as he started to dress. I just laid there, collapsed on the bed, trying to catch my breath from that last anal assault. Perhaps 20 minutes went by, and I was thinking that perhaps that was going to be it for the evening. I'd taken 6 loads and really was feeling exhausted from that last hard fuck from the black guy. Just as I was thinking I should lock the door and go to bed, the door opened again. And this time two young guys entered. Both in their early 20's. Two good looking, buff and obviously a little drunk college age kids. I looked at the clock. It was a little after midnight. "You still up for dick? Ready to get two str8 guys?" one of the guys said. "He better be" the other guy said. "I didn't walk all the way here from Luxor, not to get my rocks off". "Hell, yeah. I'll do you", I replied, as they both took off their pants. One of the guys pulled his cell phone from his pants pockets and dialed, as the first guy started to rub my ass. "Get over here. Room 645. This guy's still taking loads. Bring Rick if he's with you". "Who were you talking to" I asked? "A couple of our buddies. You can service a few more str8 drunks, can't you?" he chuckled. "Fuck, yeah", I replied. The first guy slipped his cock up into me. As the 2nd guy moved his cock to my face. Once again, I had a cock in both ends. They took turns fucking my hole and mouth for about 15 mins. Then the door opened again, and their two buddies entered the room. I could hear some muffled laughter and whispering as the two new guys undressed. I was nervous with 4 young, slightly drunk, straight, strangers in my room. What if they decided to beat up this fag that was servicing them? But, I needn't have worried. They were just 4 horny, str8 college kids, out for a night on the town in Vegas and needing a hot hole to get them off. For the next hour the 4 kids took turns in my ass and mouth. 3 of them left their loads in my ass. And one of them came while I was sucking them. By the time they left, I had 9 loads in my ass. And one that had been fed to me, down my cock hungry throat. I was exhausted and thought I was ready to call it a night, when once again the door opened. In walked a young black kid in his mid 20's. "Hey, Daddy, I just walked over from the MGM. It's still hot outside. Mind if I take a quick shower before I fuck you" he asked? "Sure, I replied. He took off his clothes and stepped into the bathroom to shower. Once again the door opened. This time a kind of scruffy looking guy in his late 50's walks in. "You still fucking", he asked? "Yup", I replied. "Cool. I've been horny all day. Just drove my rig from San Diego. Could use a warm hole to unload in", he said as he undressed. I got onto my knees in front of him and took a whiff of his crotch. He was kink of funky smelling from his 7 hours on the road. But his manscent was like a sniff of poppers to me. Made me even hornier to bury my face in his hairy, sweaty crotch. I slipped this truckers 6", flaccid, uncut cock into my mouth and sucked on the foreskin. The taste of some day old precum was filling the folds of his foreskin. It tasted both sweet and funky at the same time. As I began to suck this trucker, his cock was hardening in my mouth. I heard the shower turn off, and the young black kid came back into the bedroom area. He had heard action in the bedroom and hadn't even bothered to towel dry. He was dripping wet as he stepped up next to the trucker. I could see his 8", rockhard, bbc standing straight up, just inches from my face. I moved my mouth to his young cock and sucked on it. Then I got up on the bed. Kneeling on the edge of it. My ass in the air. The young black kid bend down and licked my hole. "Damn!", he said. You've got a tasty, cum filled ass, Daddy"! As he slipped his tongue up inside me. He licked my hole for a few minutes, then stood up and slid his cock into me. The trucker knelt in front of me, then backed his ass up to my mouth. He spread his ass cheeks and told me to eat his hole. I licked his hole as he squirmed his ass on my face. The sight of this must have really turned the black kid on. He only fucked me for a few minutes before he slammed up into me and let out a groan. I could feel him convulse as he emptied his load into me. As he pulled out and dressed, the trucker moved behind me and slid himself into me. Likewise, it didn't take him long to fill my ass with another load. By the time these two guys left my room, I knew I couldn't take any more. My legs were shaking, and cum was dripping from my ass. I removed the duct tape from the door. Shut and locked it and laid down on the bed. I heard the door handle jiggle as I pulled the covers over myself. Then a knock on the door. I have no idea who was wanting to come in? But I just didn't have the energy for one more load. The clock on the bed stand said 2:30am. I woke up again at 3:15am to the sound of more knocking on my door. But, I rolled over and fell back to sleep. I'd reached my limit for the night. I didn't have the energy to take one more load. I woke up the next morning to find my mattress soaked with the cum of 11 loads of cum, that had leaked from my ass as I slept. As always, it can be hit or miss when I set up these cumwhore, hotel adventures. But this was one of the better ones. I was a little sore the next day. But well worth it. God, I love living in Las Vegas..!!!!

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

Part I. We met Sam at a fancy cocktail bar. My boy and I were on vacation, and Sam was our cocktail waiter. We both noticed how cute he was when he came over to take our order, remarking on his cute round ass, shown off to great effect by his tight slacks. We also liked the tangled mass of blond curly chest hair peeking out of his slim unbuttoned white shirt. Sam had a sexy undercut with a flop of long bangs perpetually in his face. He couldn’t have been more than mid-20s and had a tight body, not too short, and not too tall. He was wearing an apron, so there wasn’t a way to check out his package… Sam swished over to us with our cocktails, and perched on the edge of a stool at our table, leaning forward to make sure we both got a chance to ever-so-slightly brush against his arms as he handed us our drinks. He winked as my boy stroked the back of his hand. As Sam minced away from us, I saw him look over his shoulder to be certain that we were interested in him. My boy and I were both pretty sure we could show him a good time. When he came back over to check on us we chatted him up a bit. I managed to rub my thigh against his, and he shuddered. My boy managed to slip a hand under his apron and brush his crotch. He moaned a little before realizing he was still at work. He was sort of flustered, and shuffled away. My boy confirmed that he had a nice handful of cock under his apron. Sam came back a few minutes later, no less composed that he had been when he last stopped by our table. He came by to deliver a complimentary set of cocktails for us, tenting out his apron. He perched next to me and I asked what we could do to thank him. He grabbed my hand and eased it under his apron. That little stud had unzipped his pants and his hard cock was there for the grabbing! I arched my eyebrows at my boy, and we both wrapped our hands around his cock, which was, happily, long enough for both of our hands to fit! My boy leaned forward asking, ‘What are your plans for when you get off?’ Sam smiled at his pun, and told us that he was off in a little over an hour and we could make plans then. We agreed to meet him, but not before he gave us his cell number. Here are the texts we sent back and forth as we came up with a plan for the evening: My boy: What are you up for tonight? Sam: Whatever you guys are up for. I’d love for you both to share me. My boy: You get fucked? Sam: Not yet… You want to break me in? Heh… My boy: Absolutely. Sam: Unless… My boy: Unless what? Sam: I have a fantasy. My boy: Go on… Sam: You guys like to cum on other guys? My boy: On… or in… Sam: Heh… I’d kind of like to have you both cum on my chest. My boy: Sure. If that’s where you want our loads… At least our first loads… Sam: HOT. My boy: We’re staying at a hotel. Want to meet us there? Sam: I have an idea… Meet me here… Sam included geo coordinates. We loaded the map, and it was a bathhouse. My boy and I had actually talked about going there before entertaining Sam became the plan for the evening. Sam: You guys in? My boy: Fuck yeah. We’ll meet you there in an hour. We met Sam outside of the bathhouse. He was shivering a bit, and still in his work uniform shirt and slacks. My boy grabbed his ass with both hands and kissed him hard. We paid our admissions, and got a room. We followed Sam through that maze-like arrangement of hallways and doors. Sam practically pulled me inside and started kissing me. He’d stick his tongue in my mouth for a few moments, then switch to my boy. As he kissed us, he shucked off his pants and shirt, dropping them to the floor. He laid down on the bed and asked us to undress each other. I stripped my boy naked and he did the same for me. We had left the door to the room open, and a guy or two poked his head in. I asked him, ‘You want to show off a little, Sammy?’ He nodded, gulping for air, so excited to be naked around other men. Sam just nodded, so we kept the door open, knowing what that might lead to. He was rock hard, and I couldn’t help but swallow his cock to the root. My boy worked his balls in and out of his mouth before we both worked our mouths up and down his shaft, teasing his dick as our tongues met. We couldn’t stop him from cumming quickly. My boy wrapped his lips over Sam’s cockhead, but he pushed him off and he blasted a load all over himself. My boy and I started to lap up his cum, but he stopped us, shouting, ‘I want to be covered in cum!’ My boy and I knelt on either side of Sam, making out and stroking each others’ cock. Sam egged us on. ‘Yeah, man. Hot. Give me your cum! Cover me with your cum!’ My boy pulled away from me and scooped up some of Sam’s seed. He hopped off the narrow bed. Sam looked scared. My boy leaned over him, whispering loudly, "Pull your legs up and show me that pretty ass." Sam followed instructions as my boy smeared some of Sam’s cum on his hole. Sam moaned as his pucker squeezed tightly shut, muttering "I just want you to cum on me. I don’t think I’m ready to get fucked." "Then SUCK MY COCK!" Sam shook his head no as my boy climbed on top of him and shook his dick in Sam’s face. I’d rarely seen my boy get so aggressive. He seemed like he was really going to force Sam to suck his dick. Sam balled up and started shivering. I calmed my boy down and told him to go take a walk and cool off a bit. He stormed away muttering "Goddammed cocktease. Who the hell comes to a bathhouse to just get cum on?" My boy left the room and Sam looked up at me gratefully explaining "I just want cum. I’ve never done this before." With this I suspected Sam had never done ANYTHING with a guy. I stroked his shoulders, which seemed to calm him down a bit. I told him we’d only go as far as he wanted to. Sam told me that he wanted to try sucking my dick, so I sat on the edge of the narrow mattress and he knelt before me. He licked my head, and gazed up at me. I offered encouragement, telling him to taste me, and wrap his lips around the head of my cock. He did, and was getting the hang of things. He managed to swallow a few inches, slurping loudly, then licking my balls. He popped one, then both, into his mouth. He was a natural. He spit out my balls and smiled up at me, "Hey man. I didn’t catch your name." I replied I hadn’t offered it, then smiled suggesting "You might catch it if you do a good job tonight." Sam just smiled in return, clearly not understanding my message. He licked lower and lower, as I leaned back and pulled my knees up to my chest. He started lapping at my hole, moaning as he got his first taste of ass. I was glad I had washed out and lubed up just in case. I opened up for him, and he actually inserted his tongue into me. I was oozing precum and moaning loudly. He stood up and bent over, shoving his ass at me demanding "Eat me. Eat my hole, man. I want to feel good," and then adding "Maybe you can try fucking me too?" I smiled, happy to oblige. I lapped at Sam’s ass, savoring the cum my boy had wiped there earlier. Sam opened right up for me as he moaned and whimpered. I pulled off to catch my breath. "You still just want my cum on your chest?" "I’ve always heard it’s dangerous to have sex without a condom, especially when you don’t know the guy." I laughed "How innocent!" I knew he’d be taking my load later, but I wanted him to beg for it. He laid back down on the mattress and pulled me to him. He blew me for a few minutes, and actually had me ready to cum. "Where do you want me to cum, Sam? This is all about what YOU want." "My chest. Please cum on my chest!" I grunted as I jerked my spasming cock over Sam’s tight little muscular body. I shot a few spurts on his chest and the rest onto his abs. Glistening with sweat and our loads, my cum looked so sexy as it found its way to his natural creases; rivulets of cum poured down his abs and into pools between his nipples and his navel. All this time, the door was open to our room, and guys kept walking by and peering in, but no one stuck around for long. When I caught my breath, my boy was standing in the open doorway, and I saw the shadows of a few other guys behind him. He clapped for me and Sam and came in the room, with three strangers. "This boy wants cum, guys. Give him what he came here for." To be continued…

Nothing beats a really good slow penetration, getting it all wet and loose. Once that's done you can take it out and ram it back in, but I love a good stretch to start with.

Met up with an older guy off craigslist today. Got three loaded in my ass and I came two or three times myself, cock staying rock hard throughout.

Dude...for the sake of all us bottom guys...just do it. It will be just as you dreamed - only better. My tight hole would love to give you the "Pleasure". Would you like the idea of me sucking your cock clean afterwards? Bet you'd be one HOT fucker. Let some lucky bottom guy find out. Just beware, once you did it, I think you'll want to do it again, and again...and I hope you do.

It's been a while,. Work's been busy. So was I. I checked Grindr last night, and after scrolling down a few times, got a message from a 26 year old guy who looked cute. He said he was a bottom, visiting my city. and couldn't host. I replied I was a top, had been holding cum for almost a week and that he could come over. He agreed. About half an hour later, he showed up. He was shorter than I thought, but he was heavy, kinda buff. Nice curly hair, bluish eyes, dark skin. He was Venezuelan. As soon as he stepped in, I put him against the wall, kissed him and grabbed his cock. No time for foreplay. Went into my room, undressed each other and he started to blow me. Fuck, that was delicious. All warm and wet. He got me rock hard in milliseconds. No condom was produced of course, so he spitted on his hand and rubbed his hole with saliva. He kissed me and sat down on my cock. He was in pain for a minute or so and then he rode it like a slut. I fucked him for a while like that and then he was facing the pillow and I was on top. He said with a sexy accent "Please, I want it all in," and I delivered. Full cock was in, throbbing, thrusting, wet and red hot. Very slimy. We swapped position and I banged him missionary style. He asked repeatedly to cum inside, he wanted to feel my cum, and fuck I did. I saw him cumming all over his abs and I shot six times in his pussy hole. I could feel it oozing out as I kept fucking. He asked if he could have a shower, and off to the bathroom he left. Last thing I saw was my cum dripping on the floor on his way to the shower. Fucking sexy.

Yesterday, I was horny all day long. I hit up Grindr for several hours with no luck whatsoever, so I cleaned out, showered, and headed to Steamworks, hoping I'd finally be able to find some dick. Once there, I went in, paid for my locker, and got undressed. It was a Saturday night so the place was packed. With all the hot guys around me I instantly felt thoroughly aroused, so I decided to start by making the rounds, first the steam room, then the hot tub, trying to relax before starting the search for the dick that would be fucking me. I made a few laps, trying to take it all in. On my third lap I bumped into an incredibly sexy Spanish pup. We had instant chemistry so I dropped to my knees in the hallway and begun blowing him. He had a beautiful seven inch cut cock that filled my throat just perfectly. I saw him playing with his nipples so I started punching them while blowing him. This really got him turned on. After about ten minutes of blowing him, we both decided to take a break. He didn't want to cum yet and the night was still young for me. After an hour of fooling around with a couple of guys in the glory hole area, I ran back into my Spanish stud from earlier. We chatted a bit and then he pushed me against the wall and started making out with me. I was instantly aroused as I love it when the guy I'm with takes the dominant role. As we made out for the next twenty minutes or so, I again resumed working his nips, alternating between sucking his dick, chewing on/playing with his nipples, and kissing him. He was clearly very, very turned-on and when he asked me if I wanted to go back to his room I gave him an enthusiastic "Fuck yeah." Once inside his room, we were all over each other. I have to say, he was one of the best kissers I've ever met. After working each other up into a frenzy for several minutes, I asked "You wanna fuck me?" A sexy, sly smile appeared across his face, and he asked, "You're a bottom?" "I'll be whatever you want," I replied. He chuckled and responded "I"d love to fuck you." After we each disclosed we were neg and on PrEP, I told him he was welcome to bareback me. I could see his dick twitch when I made the offer, especially when he replied "Good. Because this load was either going down your throat or up your ass." He began fingering me and discovered I was already pre-lubed. He stood up and bent over me to kiss me. I felt his hard cock poking at my hole. I moaned as he kept teasing it with his erection while making out with me. Just when I thought I couldn't much more, I felt him start to slide that beautiful dick inside my hole. I let out a low, guttural moan. He asked, "Do you like my raw cock in you, baby?" "Yes!" I screamed in ecstasy. He took this as his cue to let loose and let me have it. He began fucking hard and deep, hitting all the right spots. After 15 minutes, he flipped me on all fours, never letting his dick leave my ass. He really started pounding me good. He pulled my head back by my hair, turned my head towards him to kiss me. After another ten minutes or so of deep thrusting into me, he pulled out and said "Flip over on your back again, I wanna to see your face when I cum inside your ass." He thrust back inside me and his pace continued to get quicker as he ferociously made out with me After a minute or so he asked "I'm about to cum. Do you still want my load?" Without a pause I replied "Fuck yeah. Fill me up, baby." He kissed me again and I could distinctly feel his cock throb as his load flooded my ass. He was one of the best fucks I've ever had. My only regret is I didn't get his name or number for a repeat performance. Damn.

2. Jeff I waited for the very last drop of my cum to drip out of my dick before I pulled out. I needed Tim to get every precious drop of my spooge and with it, as much of my virus as he could. I had been waiting for the chance to fuck Tim for far too long and I didn't want this opportunity to go to waste. It had only been a few months ago that I had found out he barebacked. That he had done it once was all I needed to know: it wasn't a matter of if he would take my poz cock, it was just a careful negotiation of when he would. And now, only six months later, I had just unloaded deep into his unprotected guts. "Thank you," Tim grunted, as my cockhead slipped out of his hole with a barely audible pop. It was slick and shiny. Tim had gotten a dildo Diablo right before I fucked him; the frozen sperm had melted and coated his guts and then my shaft. From the gyrations of his ass and his moans, it was also clear that the tina had also taken effect. Most ceremonies began with the sacrifice getting the dildo Diablo or the Devil's Cock; a frozen rod of semen collected the men of our congregation. Of course, we made it even better by sprinkling it with a generous amount of crystal methamphetamine. By the time it melted, the sacrifice would be so hungry and needy he would rarely worry about the long-term consequences of his action. This ceremony was no different. It had been easy to tell when the crystal had hit Tim. It had been in the middle of me fucking him, and the high had continued to build for him. Now, he was completely tweaked out and definitely ready for the rest of the solstice celebration. The hot poz men, dirty satanic talk, and unprotected bareback sex would be just what he needed. "My turn," a man said. I turned. Standing next to me was one of my brothers in the Dark Lord. With the black leather mask and the flickering candles, it was hard to tell who it was. But names did not matter. We were all just foot soldiers in the army of the Dark Lord, doing his vital work. I stepped aside, giving the next man access to Tim's raw hole. The stranger quickly lined up his cock, and then sunk it into the sacrifice. Tim grunted in response, a deep masculine sound of pleasure. He looked up, but before he had a chance to turn his head, I stepped in front of him and guided his head down to my cock. "Lick it clean for me," I said. He opened his mouth, and let me push the head of my cock into his warm mouth. "All the way," I said. Telling him to take it all the way was redundant. Tim was still strapped down to the fuck bench, so it was impossible for him to move. But he sucked on my shaft so hard that I was nearly dragged forward. I took a slight step towards him. He had no choice but to swallow me balls-deep, which he did. "Yeah," I moaned, as his warm mouth enveloped my shaft and his tongue lapped up all the juices that had accumulated. "Taste all those loads. All of them infected." "Mmmmmph," Tim said, his mouth full of my cock, and his ass now full of the stranger. Neither of us were using a condom, and both of us were infected by HIV. If Tim was thinking about that, he made no sign of it, arching his back to meet the other guy's shaft, and massaging my dickhead with his throat. Finally, my dick was clean, and my cock was starting to grow soft, exhausted from the first orgasm but not quite ready for the second one yet. "Please?" he said as I pulled my shaft out of his mouth. "Don't worry," I said. "You're going to get plenty more before the night is done." "Good," he said. "How are you feeling?" I asked. The executioner had retreated to his throne, and out of the corner of my eyes, I could see one of the altar boys going down on him. The executioner didn't like us getting too familiar with the victim, but he knew I had recruited Tim. I knelt down so that my face level was with his. Up close, I could see just how tweaked he was. "I don't know. Wonderful. Amazing. But also, I dunno," he said, tailing off. His eyes closed and a look of utter bliss was on his face. His back arched, all the better to accept the stranger's raw cock. He had never even seen this man, and yet, he was letting him fuck him. It was his long-repressed, perverted desires being unleashed by the crystal. "What?" I asked. Seeing him so utterly defenseless against his needs was getting me hard again. He didn't care who was fucking him. No, it was more that he couldn't care who was fucking him. All that was important was that he was getting fucked. "I'm scared. This isn't like me." "But do you want it to be like you?" "Yeah," he said. He opened his eyes again. They were unfocused and distant. He had entered his own world, and given himself over to pleasure. He had given himself to the Dark Lord. "I want to be free. To enjoy everything." "Good. You are giving yourself over to pleasure." "To pleasure," he repeated, dreamily. He closed his eyes again and arched his back. The man behind him obliged, and pounded his ass a bit harder. "It's just, this isn't, this isn't me." He suddenly focused and realized where he was. He pulled off the stranger's cock, but found himself held in place by the thick leather straps. "Relax," I said. I ran my hand over his face, feeling the stubble on his cheek, and my touch had an immediate response. His body slouched and relaxed, but he still allowed the stranger to continue fucking him. "We dosed you with a drug. It's going to be ok. It's going to help you do this." "A drug?" he asked. A smile emerged, as the idea of getting drugged up finally hit him. "Fucking hot," he said. Tim, or rather, the sacrifice, was a lot kinkier than I had thought. This was suddenly starting to get very interesting for me, and my cock was getting hard again. "You," Micah said. Tonight, playing the role of the executioner, Micah had final say on everything. I hoped he had not noticed how hard my cock had gotten. I wanted to get back inside of Tim so badly, and I didn't want Micah interfering, even if it was for the sake of the ceremony. "Is something wrong with the sacrifice?" he asked, loudly. "No, Sir," I said, turning my head to face the executioner. "He is a bit afraid, but nothing he can't handle." "The sacrifice should be afraid. Our Dark Lord takes pleasure from many things and fear is just one of them." I watched Tim's eyes widen; it was hard to tell if it was from fear of the illness or anticipation of the pleasures. "But then, above all, Lucifer is about pleasure." He turned to look directly at Tim, his eyes nearly hidden by the black leather hood he was wearing. "The Dark Lord has so many pleasures. What is your pleasure, sacrifice?" "Cum," Tim said, hardly missing a beat. It was an interesting choice: not cock, the object, or fucking, the action, but cum, the result. "Poz cum." And didn't even pause before getting to the ultimate point: the virus that all of us would share with Tim tonight. "He chooses well," Micah said. He stood up, his massive cock hanging stiffly in front of him. "Congregant, will you satisfy the sacrifice's needs? Make him die so much faster? And, altar boy," he continued, turning to a young man hidden in the crowd. "You may take care of my son's needs." A young man darted out and knelt down in front of me. He carried a silver tray, upon which lay a glass pipe and a torch. Micah was an evil bastard. He knew that the higher all of his flock got, the more loads they would pump into Tim. I looked over Tim's body and into the face of the anonymous man fucking him. He was only the second one. It would be an endless night for Tim. There was a long line of men who would fill Tim up with load after load of infected jizz. "Give the sacrifice a hit as well, my son," Micah said. I nodded in agreement. Micah's tone of voice reminded me of when he had participated in my pozzing. He had been younger, but then, we all had been younger. I don't remember which one of the many men who fucked me Micah was. There were so many, and like Tim, I had been drugged as well. There had been another executioner that night. He was no longer with us. Of course, many of the men from my ceremony were no longer with us. So many had been cut low by the Dark Lord's demon virus and were now celebrating the solstice in his chamber of pleasures. I picked up the glass pipe from the tray and then the torch. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but prior experience suggested that the pipe was loaded with crystal, and it would take a moment or two for it to melt and smoke. I held the torch under the bowl as the light illuminated a small part of the pentagram. Tim looked around, but it was impossible to read his expression. With each thrust from the stranger, his face relaxed, revealing the bliss that he felt. "This is going to be good," I said, as I put the glass cock to my lips and inhaled deeply. As expected, the pipe was loaded and the drugs were pure and strong. I inhaled deeply, feeling the spirit of the Dark Lord fill my lungs and begin to suffuse through my body. I did not partake of the Dark Lord's drugs as often as some did, and it would require only a few hits for me to be under his spell. "Very good," I said, exhaling a small, yet thick cloud. "What?" Tim asked, his eyes glazed over in pleasure from the on-going fuck. "Just enjoy it," I said. I exhaled my hit. My head was momentarily enveloped in the white cloud, but it soon dissipated. As my vision returned, I first saw Tim staring at me, mesmerized by what had just happened. I turned my head to Micah. He was still sitting in the executioner's chair, but he nodded at me and pushed the altar boy off his erection. Micah stood up. The altar boy shuffled backwards as quickly as he could to avoid toppling over backwards. "Let us all partake in the Dark Lord's addictions," he announced. There was a sudden flurry of activity in the crowd of men, as the altar boys rushed to supply all of the men with the glass pipes and torches. Micah's boy got up quickly, and quickly returned with the necessary goods. The silver platter matched the chrome bars on the boy's chastity cage. It was good that the altar boys dosed up before the ceremony began; with all of the horny men, their cocks would be soon straining against the restraints. It was one of the few times that crystal dick was an advantage. Micah took the pipe and torch, and began his hit. I turned back to Tim, and began another hit for myself. This one was quicker; the pipe was still warm and it was easier to get a lungful of the potent drug. This time, when I exhaled, I blew it out right into Tim's face. He tried to inhale some of it, but it was too weak for him to get any effect. "Patience, sacrifice," I said. "You'll get a hit soon enough." Around me, the men were all hitting their pipes and shotgunning it to each other. As they did so, I could feel the dark sexual energy rise and saw the room grow cloudy from the large hits they were all doing. "It's going to be a good night," I said to Tim, exhaling my own hit right in his face. "You want some?" I asked. He nodded. "Please," he murmured. His body was still being pummeled by the anonymous man fucking him, and his breaths were all too often interrupted by a gasp of pleasure as the man found a tender, sensitive spot. I looked over Tim's shoulder at the stranger fucking him. He was smiling, and gave me a thumbs up. "The man has a gift for you first," I said. "Please," Tim murmured again. The thrusts from the stranger grew even more strong and intense, as he neared orgasm. "I want it." Tim gasped. "Fuck yeah," the stranger grunted, slamming his cock into Tim and holding it there. "Fucking take my load." He moaned as his body shook with the intensity of his orgasm. "Fucking take my toxic cum." Tim moaned in reply, his face blissed-out and joyous with the pleasure of taking another load. "That's load number two for you," I said. "But I know there are plenty more for you." "I hope so," Tim said. The unknown man's body jerked and spasmed a few more times as his balls squeezed out some more cum. He took a moment to catch his breath, and then pulled out. "Fuck," Tim said; I couldn't tell if it was from the stranger's quick movements or the sudden shock of no longer having a cock in his ass. If it was the latter, Tim did not have to wait long. Almost as soon as the stranger stepped away, another one took his place. Again, the dim light and a tight-fitting hood made it hard to recognize him. But once he moved, I recognized the tattoo on his chest, a pistol pointed at his heart. I knew him; we had played around. But as was the custom in our church, I would not acknowledge him as anything other than a brother in Lucifer during the Solstice execution. "Another one for you," I said. Pistol grabbed his stiff cock and aligned it with Tim's ass. "Please," Tim grunted. Pistol slid into him, not pausing for Tim to even get used to his thick shaft. Tim looked at me, and then his eyes darted to the glass pipe I was holding. "Please?" he asked again. The crystal was hitting him hard, and he was turning into a needy bottom. I lit the torch and held it under the bowl. He was going to get even more tweaked out and his needs would only grow. "Of course," I said. "It's your last meal, as it were. You can have anything you want." A bit of smoke was starting to curl out of the bowl of the pipe. I stuck the pipe into Tim's mouth. "Inhale, sacrifice. Slowly and deeply." Watching Tim hit the pipe, I wondered if he had ever smoked tina before. He worked the pipe like an expert, draining the bowl and letting it refill. His lung capacity was impressive; each time I thought he had hit his limit, he just paused and then continued. Finally he nodded, and I pulled the pipe out. It was still hot and smoking, so I did a quick hit myself. Not until I exhaled did he dare exhale his hit. Once more, we were engulfed in the thick cloud, momentarily lost in Lucifer's mysterious kingdom. But the clouds drifted to the ground, and we were back in the physical world. Pistol was now pounding Tim's ass hard, the sweat glistening on his chest. It would not be long before his pistol went off, shooting its deadly bullets into Tim's body. "Another one," I said. Pistol slowed down his attack on Tim's ass as I put the pipe back in the sacrifice's mouth. Even if Tim wanted to protest, he was far too tweaked to string the necessary words together. But, it was clear from his face he was now in the Dark Lord's playground and he never wanted to leave. I held the torch under the bowl. It quickly started to crackle. "Do it," I said. Tim inhaled. I waited for him, until he could no longer inhale any longer, and then took the pipe away from him. I looked up at the executioner. Micah slowly nodded his head back and forth. I was disappointed; I wanted another hit from the pipe. I wanted to be closer to Lucifer and his world of pleasure. But, as the sacrifice's attendant, I had other duties tonight. At midnight, I would be released and able to join in the pleasures. No longer needing to be concerned about the glass pipe, Pistol picked up the pace again. His hips hit the sacrifice's ass, as his cock forced its way into Tim's body. "Oh fuck," he grunted, and his rhythm sped up further. "Oh fuck," he grunted again, and slammed his cock into Tim. This time, he held his cock in place and grunted one more time. This was the sound of an animal, deep, visceral, and almost scary. It was the sound of a man reaching orgasm and filling another man with his sperm. "Please," Tim whispered, only audible to the two of us. Pistol pulled out, then shoved it back in as his hard cock shot spurted more cum into Tim's tender hole. "Another bullet in our sacrifice," Micah said. The executioner had returned to the throne and the altar boy was once more between his legs. "And there are so many more to come." Pistol grunted a few more times, then pulled his cock out of Tim. Tim's face screwed up in a combination of agony and despair. He clearly wanted to be fucked more and to feel more men cum in him, but was also aware of how sore his ass already was, even as the ceremony was just starting. But he didn't have long to wonder. From the crowd, another man stepped forward to take his place between Tim's legs. I recognized Nash immediately. His skin was ebony black and almost absorbed what little light was falling on him. His black skin reminded me of the Dark Lord's own complexion; perhaps more so than any other member of the congregation, he was Lucifer's perfect ambassador to the earthly plane. He was tall and muscular, with a long, thick cock. There was some resistance when he first asked to join our congregation, but his generous endowment and relentless approach to fucking more than overcame any protests. As he stepped up to Tim, I could see his fat shaft sticking out straight. It was big enough that even fully erect, it still hung down slightly. As Nash lined up his dick with Tim's hole, he licked his lips, anticipating the warm wetness that would soon surround his manhood. Nash reached down and pulled Tim's ass cheeks apart just to make room for his thickness. Tim reacted to the touch with a moan of pleasure. I wondered if Tim would have reacted the same way if he had seen just how big Nash's cock was. The first time Nash had fucked me, I was amazed there was enough space in my guts for him to enter, and Tim was a bit smaller than I was. It was a good thing that Tim was still restrained. It would make the inevitable assault more surprising, but not being able to see Nash's endowment would reduce Tim's anxiety. But, after all of the crystal Tim had done, it wasn't clear if Tim was capable of being scared of anything. "Another one for you," I said. Nash's cockhead was pressed up against Tim's hole. Although Tim had opened up a lot from the three of us who had already fucked him, it would still be a tight fit for Nash. "Please," Tim grunted. "More." I didn't know if Nash heard Tim. Around me, men were sucking down on the glass pipe. I could see the torches flicker on and off as the men did their hits. As the crystal hit them, they started to suck on each other's cocks; in addition to the sounds of the glass pipes, I heard the soft moans and gentle licking of the men pleasuring each other. Nash had been doing the same, hitting the pipe, and getting his cock nursed to hardness. Now, he was ready to fuck. Tim's request was unimportant to Nash. He just pushed his thick head against Tim's hole, and forced his way into the man. "Oh fuck," Tim said, as he realized just how thick Nash was. I smiled. This was what Tim had signed up for: getting fucked by some of the biggest cocks and the meanest men. Pistol didn't stop, Nash would not stop, nor would any of the other men stop. Tim whimpered a bit and his body tensed up as Nash pushed further into his hole. But Nash didn't stop. He was slowly thrusting in and out, each stroke pushing him deeper into Tim. "Dear God," Tim said. "God abandoned you the moment you climbed on to the altar," I said. "Or maybe you abandoned him. The Dark Lord is your salvation now." "It's so fucking big," he said. I guessed that Nash had barely gotten half into Tim. "So fucking big." I grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under his nose. He inhaled deeply, like it was the only thing that could save him. I let take as much as he needed, holding the bottle under his nose even after he nodded that he was good. Nash had only begun the process of fucking. "Can I..." Tim started, and then trailed off. He closed his eyes and concentrated. "Of course," I said. Nash was exploring new territory in Tim's guts and the only lube was what little pre-cum Nash was dripping into the man. Tim didn't need any more crystal; most of what he was feeling was from the booty bump and the last few hits had barely taken full effect. But, the rite of sucking on the glass cock would calm and center him and help him accept Nash's long shaft. I, on the other hand, had only just begun. "Let me get it started for you," I said. I stuck the pipe in my mouth and lit the torch. The pale blue flame barely added any light to the room, but it was just enough to see Tim's suffering in perfect detail. Nash was almost all the way in him, and was starting to seriously fuck the man. The fat black cockhead was rubbing all of the accumulated cum into Tim's body. My cum. Pistol's cum. The Dark Lord's virus was in Tim's blood now, and it would soon take root and grow in him. The fuck flu would be an unpleasant time for Tim, but we would be there for him, holding him closely and reminding him that his ordeal was only temporary before he was released into the pleasure of the Dark Lord. Thinking about Tim getting infected and getting sick made my cock stir again. I wanted to get back inside of the sacrifice and give him more of my deadly seed. I wanted him to feel the death that surged through my veins and was eating up my body. I took a long hit from the pipe and let the drugs fill my lungs. I could feel the presence of the Dark Lord in me, releasing me from the proprieties of the culture I grew up and into black and evil society of pleasure. I was Lucifer's foot soldier, and tonight, it was my job to bring him another offering. "Here," I said, taking the pipe from my mouth and sticking it into Tim's. Nash slammed his cock into the sacrifice's body hard enough to move the altar to sex a bit. "You're going to need this tonight."

Yeah, it's been years since I had an HIV test, so I'm not up on how well they work now. Things have improved considerably since I tested positive Incidentally, I found the thread where I geeked out on all the probabilities. It's here. Note that when I wrote that, we still weren't sure how well PrEP would work. Turns out it works a lot better than I thought at the time. Also note that a guy taking absolutely no precautions whatsoever and getting fucked and bred 45 times by total strangers still is more likely than not going to be HIV- still. So topping seven guys raw means your risk is really very low (but again, not zero...get tested!)

I hate to straight up contradict you, but you're very wrong. At one point or another, I actually crunched through the probabilities based on the best data I was able to find regarding HIV transmission rates for both bottoms and tops (incidentally, the risk to a BB top is about an order of magnitude lower than for the bottom because the bottom gets the load), and the prevalence of HIV in the gay community. Neglecting the effects of HIV meds (which greatly lower the risk of transmission), the odds of getting infected are, IIRC, very low. As in less than 1% for the top. Why is it so many gay men have HIV then if it's so hard to transmit the virus? Easy: the virus only has to be transmitted once. Every time you have unprotected sex, you raise your cumulative risk of infection. The more promiscuous you are, the greater your chances. Even so, my admittedly back-of-the-envelope calculations showed that a bottom who wasn't serosorting and always barebacked would have to get fucked hundreds of times to have a 50/50 chance of getting HIV. Of course, as this site shows, there are quite a few of us who are that promiscuous, especially looking at our sexual activity over a lifetime. Reading through your post, it sounds like you fucked bareback seven times. It sounds like you didn't know the status of any of the men you fucked (it's entirely possible that all, some or none of them were positive...you don't know). To me, it sounds as if your risk of infection right now is very low. Not zero, but unlikely. That doesn't mean you shouldn't take action now. Cumulative risk, remember? Each time you have sex, it increases your overall odds of infection. So here's what I suggest: Go get an HIV test now. Wait until three months after your last time fucking someone bareback, then go get tested again (this is because there is a time gap between when you are first infected and when your body starts producing antibodies that the HIV tests detect. During that time it is possible to be infected and yet still test negative. That window closes after three months). If that test is also negative then you're home free. Now you have a choice. Either resume your previous life and only use condoms when you have sex. OR (and this is my suggestion), go to your doctor, tell him or her you are sexually active with other men and want to get on PrEP. You'll get a prescription for an HIV med. Start taking it as directed. Then go out and breed all the ass you want.

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

Part 6 I lay on the cot in our room, my mind spinning, my asshole both hurting and still wanting more. Master sat in a chair, smoking a tobacco pipe and just looked at his new property. Master. I didn't even know his name. This man now owned me, fucked me up, and whored my ass out, and I had no idea who he was. All I knew was I was his property now. Just a little over 24 hours ago, I was the supreme being. Now here I was a chemed up fuckslut. A God like jock brought down to sub human levels. I was just a cumdump toilet, and I was loving it. Master took another little baggie out, and layed out 2 fat lines on the dirty floor. Handing me a straw, I snorted them both, causing a burning in my throat. But this was something different. Quickly a new sensation took over me. I just layed on the dirty floor and stared into space, unable to move. I was aware of my surroundings, yet felt like I was out of my body. "You're in a K hole boy. Just ride it out, it won't last long." What else could I do? I couldn't move. I just floated into outer space. After a while, I have no idea how long, I drifted back into my body, but still felt like a puddle. I felt Master doing something around my cock, then the prick of a needle. Soon I could feel my cock trying to get hard in the spiked cage. The spikes digging painfully into my flesh. But oddly, the pain just further excited me. Master then wrapped a band around my arm and soon I felt that prick again, followed by the most intense rush I've had yet, and a coughing fit. "That was a .5 slam bitch. Now you should be more than ready for the rest of the night. I told you, you're the main attraction tonight!" With that he grabbed my leash and led me down the hallway to a large room. A large crowd of men had assembled, waiting for me to arrive. I was made to stand up, and my wrists were placed in cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Ankle cuffs were also attached. Then the chain's attached were pulled apart, stretching my body out spread eagle, so I was hanging with only my toes touching the ground. WHACK!!! I screamed out in pain and shock at the sudden contact of a whip against my bare back. Quickly more and more were administered to my vulnerable body, back, shoulders, thighs, calves and ass. I wailed and spasmed in pain, jerking around as I hung there, unable to protect my naked body. For the first time, tears started flowing from my eyes. Over and over the whip attacked my body, till I burned from head to toe. Then the attacks started on my chest. The entire front of my body was whipped like my back had been. Up and down it hit me, leaving burning welts all over. My nipples were attacked extra hard as I threw my head back and howled. Finally, my balls were savagely attacked, causing such pain I thought I would pass out. But the drugs kept me concious. And my cock strained within it spiked prison. Finally, my body burning, covered in sweat, I was released from the chain's, and placed in a sling. I was quickly tied down and immobilized. Then Master approached me, lubing up his hand. With no effort, he rammed 4 fingers right in my sloppy cunt. I moaned as he pushed them around, in and out, stretching me further. Soon he added his thumb, pushing more and more against my sphincter. Someone tied a popper soaked rag around my nose, and I inhaled deeply. Then it happened. Masters fist popped through my assring, right into my guts. I saw stars and the neurons in my brain exploded like the fucking 4th of July! I twisted and jerked, crying in extasy as Master made me a puppet on his arm. He pushed deeper in me, past my inner ring, opening me deep. Soon half of his hairy arm was buried deep in my pussy. Someone unlocked my cock cage, releasing my big cock, allowing it to throb freely. Then Master pulled his arm out, leaving his fist in my cunt. Next he lined up his cock next to his wrist, and pushed it inside. Grabbing my hard cock with his free hand, he jerked me hard and fast while he jerked his own cock inside my ass. Soon we were both blowing our loads in the most intense orgasm I had ever known. A huge built up load sprayed all over my chest and stomach while Master jerked his load off into my ass. The crowd just watched in amazement. He pulled out of my ass, and left me there in the sling. The rest of my night was spent getting fucked and fisted by anyone who wanted to help permanently pulverize my teen jock cunt. My cunt would never be the same after that night.

Not sure if I can even come close to the YTD load totals of my fellow bottom pigs here online. At least give me some encouragement to keep going and accumulating loads!So far this year: Total anal loads = 33 Total oral loads = 8 Happy report that I have deposited my own load in about 9 holes.

Sounds like aa BBC (maybe two) is going to plow some blonde boy's ass!

I was travelling for work and was in a fairly small city. I was horny and had a few hours to kill before I had to go to dinner with a client. I got on a4a and was looking around for a top willing to come to my hotel and fuck me. I started chatting with this guy who was a few miles away. His profile said he was 5'9", 165 lbs, blue eyes, brown hair, a 7"cut cock and an average body. Convo: Me: Nice cock. Him: Thanks. You're hot. Me: Thanks. Unlock? u a top/btm? (I unlocked my naked pics) Him: Unlocked. Top. U? Me: Usually bottom. Neg and ddf here, u? Him: Same here. When are you looking? Me: Now. At xxx hotel and can't travel. Him: I'll come fuck you. Me: Text me xxx-xxx-xxxx. We switch to texting. Text: Him: On my way. Should be there soon. Me: Getting in the shower. u fuck bb or safe? Him: Safe. U? Me: Done both. Him: I only fuck safe with guys I meet online. That cool? Me: Sure. I have condoms in my bag. Him: Cool. He arrived in about 10 minutes. I'd just gotten out of the shower and was in my towel and I let him in. He was stockier than his pics and profile said and I was put off at first. I was nervous and so was he. So we chatted for awhile. Since it seemed like we were just going to chat, I decided to move things along. I got up and walked over to my bag and got out some boxer briefs and dropped my towel. I bent over to put on my underwear when he came up behind me and rubbed my ass. I grabbed for his cock and rubbed it through his jeans. It was hard. I dropped to my knees and opened his pants and started to suck his cock. His cock was fat just like his picture. I sat him on the bed and sucked his cock. He said I gave good head. He pulled me onto the bed and sucked my cock. I was on my back and he was a great cocksucker. I was really turned on and he spread my legs and started rubbing my hole. He asked where the lube and condoms were and I pointed to my bag. He grabbed them and opened the lube and put some on my hole. He started fingering me and had 2 fingers in me really quickly. He sucked my cock and I was getting so turned on. He asked if I wanted to get fucked. I said yes. he told me how hot I was and had me bend over the bed. He fingered me some more and rubbed his cock on my ass. He said, "You are so hot. I want to fuck your ass so bad." I said, "Do it. Fuck me." He grabbed the condom and i opened the lube to put some on my cock and handed him the lube. He fingered some more lube into me. He was rock hard as he had 3 fingers in my ass. I was moaning. He said, "Do you really let guys bareback your hot ass?" I said, "Sometimes. If they want to." At this point I noticed that he still hadn't put on the condom. I said, "Are you going to fuck me?" He said, "Yes, I'm going to fuck your hungry ass." He rubbed his cock in my crack and leaned over me and said, "I'm going to fuck you good." I said, "Do you want to bareback me?" He said, "I just met you. Are you sure?" I said, "You can if you want. Either way is fine as long as your cock is in me soon." He kept rubbing the head of his bare cock on my hole and along my crack. He said, "How do you want it? What do you like better?" I said, "Bareback." He dropped the unopened condom on the bed next to me and pushed his bare cock into my ass. I winced in pain and he stopped for and let me adjust. Then he started sawing in and out of my ass slowly. His bare cock was inside me and I was moaning. He kept saying how hot I was and how good my ass felt. He bottomed out inside me and then started fucking me hard. I was pushed down on the bed and we were both moaning and grunting. I realized that I was fully naked taking his bare cock and he was still wearing all his clothes and just had his pants open and his boxers down. I told him how good his cock felt. He said, "I'm not going to last long fucking you bareback." I didn't say anything. He kept fucking and like a minute later he said, "Are you close?" I said yes and he said, "I'm going to cum." I realized he was probably going to pull out. I said, "Don't stop. Keep fucking me." He said, "If I don't pull out then I'm going to cum in your ass." I said, "Don't stop. Keep fucking me." He said, "But I'll cum in you." I said, "Do it. Cum in my ass." He grunted really loudly and jammed his cock inside me and shot his cum in my ass. I jerked off quickly to the feeling of his cock and load inside me and I came on the bed. He pulled out and said, "That was hot." I turned over and said, "Yeah it was. I'm glad you decided to bareback me. It made it hotter." He said, "Me too." He pulled his boxers and jeans up and left. I showered and went to meet the client and my boss for dinner full of safe sex boy's cum.

Does anybody have anyidea about Cole Tucker? One of the hottest versatile pigs out there.

I never used to swallow cum, let alone let a guy blow his load in my mouth. That is until I hooked up with a black friend of mine ... and I'm hooked on the feel and taste of jizz! So one day he stopped by my place and sat down in my living room chair. By the time I walked over to him, his dick was in his hand hard as a rock. I got on my knees and deep throated him. Once I sensed he was about to cum, I started to lift my head off of his dick. Up until this day he was okay with it, but on that day he grabbed my head with both hands and pushed it down until I had all of his dick in my throat. He proceeded to skull fuck me for 5 minutes before pulling out just enough so his head was in my mouth, and blew. Then he slammed his entire dick back in my mouth. He didn't let me off his dick at all until he felt me swallow. I wound up sucking and swallowing another two loads lol. And then I kept sucking his soft, 7" dick for about 10-minutes thereafter.

I prefer anon places such as saunas and sexclubs. No time wasted chatting etc, just me and cocks...

Joel was as inexperienced at sucking cock as he was at fucking, so his attempts were crude, although he did show promise. He might well, I thought, have a natural talent. He began by trying to go down on all eight inches, and naturally he choked and gagged several couple times, but with each plunge he seemed to be getting my cock deeper into his throat - with less effort and less gagging. And then suddenly he went all the way down and held it there massaging my head with his throat muscles. Except that he occasionally scraped my dick with his teeth, I would have shot my load down his throat. Moreover, as his technique improved I began feeling that pressure build up to a breaking point. He began playing with the plug in my ass, tapping on it and twisting and pulling on it to stimulate my sphincter, that and his improving ministrations on my cock head and shaft soon had me filling his throat and mouth with my three day load of toxic seed. Joel held the last couple of shots and the subsequent dribbles in his mouth savoring my seed on his tongue, as he moved himself up to share his bounty with me in a deep wet kiss, our kiss broke my reservations but not my concerns “You know this could be dangerous for you, your parent won’t be happy if you get my bug” “Then let’s not tell them, I know you have HIV, I saw the meds in your cabinet, found them a couple years back when I was snooping around in your medicine cabinet looking for prescription drugs to take, but I don’t think they know, I researched the names on the internet and realized that’s what they were for” “You are,… were a bad boy, so you still want to continue knowing what you know” “I’ve researched the risks of someone on meds, and read up on recent articles, I would like to take my chances, and if being fuck is half as hot as fucking, I want you to be my first” I couldn’t argue with his reasoning as I embraced him again my cock stiffening as it rubbed against his rippled abs, we lay there on the bed intertwined, wrestling and making out for about a half hour before I worked my way back down to his teenage cock and began sucking on his drooling tool, I removed the plug from my hole and using his spunk and my ass juices to start working it into his hole, I could see his discomfort as it began to penetrate his once, one way chute, working his own spooge into his hole, my ass juices laced with small traces of blood would soon join his as I not so gently pushed it in ripping him a bit until it was lodged in his hole, I licked around the plug teasing his stretched hole before pulling it out and shoving it back in several times. He moaned and wiggled on the bed as I alternately played with his ass and sucked on everything between his cock and his now puckering ass hole, I finally pulled the plug from his hole and tossed it aside, and began eating his virgin teen hole slobbering as much spit on his hole as I could, he was moaning louder now as I lifted my head from between his crotch to see the look of ecstasy on his face. His legs were already locked with his arms behind his knees holding them back for maximum exposure of his sweet ass and genitals, I pulled his cock back and gave it a couple licks and sucks as I lined my rock hard cock up with his hole, I pushed forward and just the tip entered his intersanctum, his eyes shoot open “You ok, Joel” “That’s incredible Ned, feels great” With that I sank a little more into the boy, I could see him grimacing a bit as I worked my tool into his hole, finally my whole shaft was buried in his no longer virgin ass, I leaned down and kissed him as I began to gyrate inside him, riding his hole moving in and out and across his prostate with the head of my cock. “Oh fuck yeah, fuck my hole, make me your boy” “Fuck yeah, you got a nice hole boy, going to wreck this hole, make it mine” Since had already released the three day load from me my urgency to cum was gone so I managed to be able to fuck his hole in various position and speeds. After about thirty minutes of pounding the boys hole and leaking my potentially toxic pre-cum on his intestinal walls the pressure began building and I started pumping in and out of him faster and harder our sex banter getting louder and nastier as we went “Where you want this cum boy, I’ll pull out now if you want me too” “Oh Ned fuck your toxic load into me, give me your Poz baby batter” “You want my Poz load in you boy?” “Oh yeah knock me up with your dirty seed” “Oh yeah boy here it cums” With that I pushed in as far as I could, his eyes opening wider as I breached his inner ring and flooded his guts with my poisoned seed, I orgasmed harder then I had in several months, I fell onto Joel my cock still buried in his hole and kissed my protégé hard on the lips and began gyrating inside him again, working the seed into his walls, I was still hard as I worked my cock into him some more. I flipped him over and began a new assault doggie style until a shot another load deep in his boy cunt. I pulled out as my cock began to soften and reached over on the floor and grabbed the butt plug and slid it up his battered hole

6. Greg I was thankful that Nate still had an arms around me. I might have stopped shaking, but I was still feeling a bit weak. I was starting to worry that I had bit off more than I could chew: each time Uncle Nate had fucked me, it had been rougher and more intense than the time before. This time around, I was on the edge of tears; his cock was so hard, so deep, and so rough inside of me. And then he said that he wasn't sure if he could have stopped if I had asked. I never had any doubt that Nate would protect and take care of me, but when he was fucking me, I had glimpses of something else inside of him, something animal and uncontrollable. It wasn't my Uncle Nathan. It was something much darker and evil. I worried what would happen if that beast was ever completely unchained. He was nibbling gently on my ear, his rough goatee against my cheek. "You doing ok, boy?" he asked gently. "Yeah, I am" I replied. I gave him a hug, and felt calm for the first time in a while. "Wait here," he said. He went back to the truck, and grabbed something from the seat. When he came back, I saw it was the buttplug. "You going to be able to take it, boy?" he asked me. I still wanted to impress my Uncle Nate. I wanted him to like and respect me as an adult and no longer see me as just a child. He had given me a challenge. There was no way I was going to back down. "Of course, Uncle. I'll take it." "I know you can," he said. He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some on the buttplug. I leaned back against the gas pump, and he dribbled a bit of lube along my ass crack. The cold liquid felt good against my tired and sore hole. "Deep breath," Nate said, pressing the tip of the buttplug against my hole. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the penetration. "Breath out, boy." I exhaled slowly, and as I did, Nate pressed the plug into me. As the fattest part stretched my hole open, I gasped, but then he slid it all the way in. It felt right to have my ass filled again. Nate rubbed his finger around my hole where the stem came out, relaxing me. "Good work, boy," he said. I heard a few clicks of the phone's camera. "I knew you could do it." Once in place, the buttplug didn't feel that bad. I definitely knew it was inside me, a constant heavy sensation, but without the constant in and out movement of being fucked, I was able to get used to it, accommodate it, and almost enjoy it. I worried about the evening. I knew Nathan was going to want to fuck me again, and I hoped I wasn't too sore for him. My ass may have been raw and tender, but it also had another warm load of deadly jizz marinating in it. "You're still hard, boy," Nate said. "I know. It's the feeling of your load in my hole." I started to play with my cock. I hadn't gotten off in nearly a day but had been fucked several times. I was starting to crawl up the walls, needing some relief, needing to drain my balls. "Not yet, Greg," Uncle Nate said. "It's not your turn." In the distance, we could hear a tractor trailer coming closer. "You want to get in the SUV?" he asked me. I was still mostly naked; the plug was a heavy presence in my body, but it didn't provide any coverage of my body. I went to the SUV, and started to get in. "You can put on your shorts, if you want," Nate said. "I've gotten my pleasure." He laughed at how selfish he sounded. I decided to take him up on his offer, especially as I saw the truck round the bend with several cars following it. I pulled on my shorts and got into the Range Rover. "Ready, Uncle," I said. Nathan stayed in the parking lot, looking around on the ground for a minute or two. I wondered if he lost something, but before I could ask, he bent over, picked up a tan rock, and got into the driver's seat. "What's that for?" I asked as he started the engine. "You'll see. Something I try to do whenever I'm traveling." I found the remaining joint and lit it up. "Want some?" I asked. "Definitely," Nate said. I took a long drag as Nate peeled out of the gas station and onto the lonely road. I handed him the joint. He took a few puffs, then handed it back to me. "Very nice," he said. "How are you feeling?" he asked me. "I'm good. It's starting to hit me." I took another drag from the joint. "The weed?" "Yeah." "I meant after the last few fucks. They were pretty intense." "Oh, that." I handed the joint back. "Yeah. It's like every time you fuck me, your cock gets a little thicker, a little longer. And it can get just a bit deeper into me." "Thanks. But it's always the same size. Maybe it's you. You're getting used to me, opening up to me, and letting me in to your body." "But," I paused; I was glad the weed was starting to kick in. I didn't know how to say this without him maybe getting angry with me. But the weed made it easier. "I think I know you pretty well. The first time we fucked, you were definitely fucking me." I paused again, trying to find the right words. "Yes?" Nate gently prompted me as he handed back the joint. "But the last two times..." I did another puff from the joint. "Especially at the end, it was like someone else was fucking me. It wasn't you, Uncle Nate. It was someone harder. Someone harder. Someone who didn't care as much." "Yeah, I'm sorry." Nathan was quiet for a moment. "I can't always control it." He motioned for the joint. "What do you mean?" He took a puff, and held it. He was thinking. He exhaled, then continued to speak. "The virus. It gets into your brain. It can change you." "Really?" I was starting to get nervous. I was still learning about the path I had started down, still learning about what I wanted to become. "What does it do to you?" "The virus only cares to survive: to infect someone else. It's like it knows it's going to eventually kill me. And to live, it needs to find a new victim. Many victims." He did another puff, then handed it back to you. "I've been trying to control it, but when I'm erect, dripping pre-cum, lost in the pleasure of a warm, raw hole, the virus comes out. The monster takes over. It needs to breed you." He paused. "I can't always control it. I'm sorry." I did one last puff from the spent joint. "Don't be sorry. This is what I wanted, and I'm happy to give my hole to your virus, my body to your virus, and now my brain to your virus. To Alan's virus. And to all the men before you and him. To let it live on in me." As I said that, my cock started to throb. "Fuck, Greg, that's twisted," Nathan said. "But hot." I looked over at him, and one hand was on his crotch, rubbing his cock through his shorts. "And you're going to share it with all the boys at college, as well?" "Damn right, Uncle. You said it needs to live. And maybe I'll share it with some of the girls too." He was quiet for a moment, but he didn't stop rubbing his cock. "It's not going to be easy after you convert, you know. There's a lot more to worry about." "How does it feel? What do you worry about?" A week ago, it would have been awkward to ask the question. But there was a new intimacy between us, a combination of the shared time together, the weed, and, of course, that I was incubating his sperm in my ass. And we both knew it was only going to be a matter of time before I'd know first hand. "In general? When I'm sick? When I'm fucking Jason raw? When some boy on the internet asks me to breed him?" "All of it, I guess." "Most of the time, I don't notice it. Or even think about it. It's not something that I worry about a lot. Daily basis, the only time I really think about it is each night when I take my meds - or when I'm fucking a guy." "And when you're fucking a guy?" "It's a feeling of power, of control, of sheer masculinity." He paused, staring out at the road. "I'm gay. I know that. I've always known that. I'm not the kind of guy who will adopt children. But I can still get a guy pregnant with my sperm." He ran his finger over his tattoo, just barely sticking out from under his shorts. "I love knowing that my cock can change a man's life forever. And that he will jerk off thinking about it for the rest of his life." "That's what I want, Uncle Nate." He stared at me, looking me up and down. I knew he noticed how my cock was straining against my shorts, how hard it was. "I hope you're really sure. This is forever, you know. It's not something you start when you're horny, and then think better of once you've shot. It never goes away." "I've been thinking about this for months, Uncle Nate. Imagining it, jerking off to it, dreaming about it even after I shot my load." I remember the first time I saw "Infectious Fun." I had seen the description of it even before I downloaded it, and my cock had immediately gotten hard. Hot men. Unsafe sex. Breeding. Then I watched it. I lost my first load the moment I saw Jason's cock sliding into Ben's hole. I had barely touched myself. Even as the cum was dribbling down my chest, I knew I wanted it. I knew I wanted to get pozzed. "I decided right after shooting a load. I was watching 'Infectious Fun'. Jason had just slid his cock into Ben, and I lost it." "I believe you. I just want to make sure. You're one of the few men that I have loved that have wanted it." "Other men?" I asked. "The big one. Jason. I knew what he meant to me by the first weekend we were together. He said that he loved me in the middle of fucking, and I shot right then." He turned to me, and continued "You know that Ben didn't know he was getting pozzed, didn't you?" "He didn't? He kept on saying he wanted it. How could he not know what he was getting into?" "I'm still not sure. He was pretty naive - and he was partying as well. There's some footage where he finally realizes what's happened to him." "Fuck, there is?" I asked. "What's it like?" "It's intense and weird. He's crying, talking about how his life is over...but he's hard as a rock and jerking off at the same time. At the end, he's got tears running down his face as he shoots a huge load all over his chest. I can send it to you, if you want." "Please. Why didn't you put it in the movie?" "There's some things we just can't put in a commercial movie. Some things that are too intense, too personal. That was one of them." As he was saying that, Nathan's phone rang. He looked at it, and turned to me. "It's Jason. D o you want me to tell him?" Telling Nathan's husband was another bridge I had to cross. I been with Nathan for so many days and gotten so comfortable that I had nearly forgotten that there was an outside world. We had stopped for food, for gas, to piss, but those were outside of our world of sex, sweat, sperm, and viruses. I knew that one day soon, I'd meet Jason, that I would beg to take his cock up my ass, and get his toxic load. Now, all of a sudden, that day was tomorrow. Not some distant ideal, but tomorrow. It would be easier for Nathan to explain, but I knew I had to do it. I had to ask Jason personally to breed me, just as I asked Nathan. "I need to do it myself. In person," I said. "Good," Nathan said, "That's the right thing." He answered the phone "Hey boo-boo. How's it going?" I couldn't hear Jason's side of the conversation but it was pretty straight forward, discussing when we would be getting in and how the trip was going. Nathan didn't say anything about what we had started and what I needed so badly. He deflected Jason's question with humor. "Yeah, we're having a good time. Getting drunk, banging chicks, smoking weed, holding up convenience stores. The normal road trip stuff." I laughed. "Love you too. Miss you," Nathan said, as he hung up the phone. Turning to me, "I'm glad you want to tell him in person. And by the way, that was an incredibly brave thing you did with me, telling me. I'm proud of you for it." "Thanks," I said, "That means a lot for me." "Sure." Nathan looked in the back of the Range Rover, stuffed full of my things. He changed the topic, our sudden intimacy awkward. "You think you have everything you need?" I followed his lead. It had veered into difficult territory. Nathan was somewhere between my father and a boyfriend, and I was glad to be talking about school and what classes I was going to take. Not just the raw emotion, but my cock had been throbbing, and any more discussion of sex, HIV, or us would mean I'd have to jerk off. Soon, we were in Arizona. "Want to stop for the night?" Nathan asked. "We'll have only a few hours to drive tomorrow, and and maybe miss the worst of the traffic before getting home tomorrow night." "Sure," I said. The sun was starting to go down, and I could see some lights ahead of us. "Maybe there?" "Sounds good." Nathan pulled into a non-descript motel, and got a room. We carried our travel bags into the room, and started to settle. "Now," Nathan asked, "Can I finally get a shower?" I took off my tank-top. I knew I was just as sweaty and grimy as Nathan. "Not quite yet. You still need to do one more thing." "What's that?" Nathan asked me. I stepped out of my shorts and stood naked in front of Nathan. "Fuckin' breed another load of your charged-up HIV-sperm into my hole." "Damn boy, what's this? Fifth load in twenty four hours? You're a hungry young man." "You know it," I said, "I'm in heat now." He threw his shirt into one of the chairs. "Well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Bend over the bed there, boy." He took off his shorts. He might have been protesting, but his cock was already hard. I bent over the edge of the bed, my ass up in the air. Nathan grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and found the lube and poppers. He gave me the poppers. "Do a hit boy. I need to get this buttplug out of you first." I huffed from the brown bottle. Nathan's breath was hot on my ass, as he slowly twisted the buttplug around in my hole and started to pull it out of me. Even with the poppers, I gasped a bit as the fat plug stretched my hole open. "You ok boy?" he asked me. "Yeah, just a bit sore," I said. Nathan poured more lube on my hole. "Take another huff boy" he said. I did so, and right as the poppers hit, he pulled out the buttplug. It hurt a bit, but as my ass relaxed a bit. I found the pleasure in the pain. "Ready for the real thing?" "Oh yeah. I've been ready for hours. Give it to me." Nathan's cockhead was already pressed up against my hole, ready to penetrate me. He poured even more lube on my hole, then pressed in. As Nathan entered me, I realized just how raw and sore my hole had gotten. I was getting fucked for the fifth time in less than a day; before this trip, I had been fucked maybe five times. Now, I could feel each millimeter of his cockhead as it opened me up and penetrated my hole. I must have gasped as his head popped into me. "You ok boy?" he asked me, once more. "Yeah," I said, clenching my teeth. "I can do this." His cock slid a little deeper into me. I was glad that Nathan couldn't see me, because I knew I was wincing in pain. I was more than just a bit sore, but I didn't want to disappoint Uncle Nate. "Oh fuck, give me a second?" I asked Nathan. "Too sore, boy?" "No, I can do it" I lied. "Don't push yourself," he said, pulling his cock out of me. "You're still a novice at this. And tomorrow, you'll be taking Jason's cock as well." He rubbed his hard cock against my crack. Even that was a little painful. "But God, I want your jizz inside of me, Uncle," I said. It was hard to tell which sounded worse: having Nathan fuck me or not getting Nathan's load. "I didn't say you weren't getting my load tonight. Just not the way you expected." He wandered to the bathroom. "You can stand up, if you want," he said. In the bathroom, I heard him going through one of his bags. "Got the tools here," he said, and walked back to the bed. He was carrying two things, a shot glass, and what looked like a syringe, only without the needle. "What is that? What are you going to do to me?" I asked. "You'll see soon enough." He pushed me down to the bed. "Now, tell me one of your fantasies about breeding a guy at school." He was standing in front of me, his cock sticking out straight, glistening from the lube, pre-cum, and my ass juices. "Huh?" I wasn't sure what was going on. "Just start telling me one of your fantasies. Don't worry about it." "I guess I'd be going to a professor's office. It would be almost at the end of his office hours. He'd look up at me, and say, 'Ahh. Greg. So glad you came. I've been wanting to talk to you about something.'" Nathan knelt down in front of me, right between my legs. "Go on, boy," he told me. "I ask him what it is, and he goes to his computer, typing some stuff. Then he turns the screen to me." Nathan grabbed my cock, and started to stroke it a bit. "'This you?'" he asks me. I t's me, my profile from an online site. The headline reads 'I'm looking to give hot daddies what they need.'" "What do you tell him?" Nathan asked me. "I tell him it's me. 'So, Greg, we need to talk about what you need, not me' the professor replies. 'You're not doing very well, and you need at least 15 points of extra credit just to get a B," he tells me." Nathan leaned in, and took my cockhead in his warm mouth. "Fuck, Uncle, that feels good," I said. He stopped sucking me just long enough to reply. "You going to give me your load tonight, boy?" He was working his way down my shaft, taking my hard cock into his mouth. "If you keep that up, Uncle Nate, I will." I couldn't believe that Nathan was going down on me again. This time, he even begged to swallow my jizz. "It's so fucking hot, you sucking me off." He went all the way down my shaft, his nose deep in my pubic hair. I couldn't tell what felt better: his cock buried in my ass, or my cock deep in his throat. The only thing that made the decision easier was knowing that I'd get a load of his poz cum when he was fucking me. Once we had converted me, it would be a hard decision which one I'd like better. Of course, then there would be option to fuck him, but, for now, there was Uncle Nate sucking me off. Nathan grabbed the bottle of poppers from the bed. He pulled off my shaft just long enough to do a hit, then handed me the bottle. "Do a huff. It's how cocksucking was meant to be experienced," he said. While he swallowed my cock again, I held the brown bottle under my nose and did a long hit. I put the cap back on, waiting for the poppers to take effect. I knew they had already gotten to Nathan. He had grabbed my ass, and was slowly pulling me closer, getting me into his throat. Right as my cockhead slid into his throat, the poppers hit me with warm waves of animal sexuality washing over my body. I turned into the master, the king, the cock-wielding god, and Nathan was my personal cocksucking slave. All he was here for was to worship my cock and make me cum. I grabbed the back of his head, and held him in place. I wanted to feel his throat on my dickhead and wanted him know that I was in control here. With the poppers running through our bodies we both knew our roles. I stood up, getting off the bed, still holding onto Nathan's head. Even as we changed positions he kept my manhood in his mouth, where it belonged. He was now and always my personal cocksucker. I held his head, thrusting my cock in and out of his mouth. He didn't protest or try to avoid my shaft; he knew his happiness came from my cock, and that happiness was dependent on him swallowing as much of it as he could. Nathan was stroking his own cock, and I could see that he was dripping pre-cum. He was just as turned on as I was. "Fuck yeah, Uncle, stroke that cock," I grunted out. He grabbed the poppers, and did another hit, then offered the bottle to me. I took it, but waited a moment before doing a hit. I could feel the change in Nathan's pace; he was slowing down again, each stroke longer and deeper. He was learning his way around my cock, and memorizing each vein and ridge. Soon he would know exactly how to pleasure me completely. "Suck me off," I said, grabbing his hand that he was jerking off with. "Me," I repeated, as I placed his hand on my waist. I knew I was being selfish, but I didn't care. He had gotten enough of my ass. Now it was my turn for pleasure. "Yes, boy," he choked out, both hands now on my ass, pulling me into his mouth. "Please. Feed me," he continued, begging me to fuck his face and fill his mouth with my boy cum. Finally, it was time for me to take another hit from the bottle, feeling the warmth engulf my body again. As I was huffing, Nathan swallowed my entire cock. It was an amazing sight seeing him impaled on my cock. Here was a muscular, hairy daddy stud on his knees. He was not just letting me fill his throat with my throbbing young cock, he was begging me to do it. After I did my hit, I held the bottle of poppers under his nose and made him inhale a long hit. I wanted both of us deep in the same drug induced haze of pleasure. As he was inhaling, the poppers hit me. I wanted nothing more than to face-fuck him mercilessly, but I knew I had to restrain myself. Almost an eternity later, Nathan nodded, that he had enough of the poppers. "Take my cock, Uncle. Choke on it," I grunted, grabbing the back of his head and thrusting my cock in and out. Nathan was gasping, for the oxygen his body needed so badly, and for the cock his mind wanted even worse. All I could focus on was the warm wetness of his mouth and the dark depths of his throat. I knew I wasn't going to be able to last much longer. "I'm gonna cum, Uncle. I'm gonna fucking shoot my sperm in your mouth." My balls were pulling up tight against my body, getting ready to spew their thick accumulated load. Right as my cock pulled out of his mouth, Nathan said "Give it to me, boy." I shoved it back into his mouth, my cockhead pressing against the back of his throat. I stopped trying to hold off, and let the inevitable happen. My shaft throbbed, and a jet of sperm shot out, landing at the back of his throat. In the heat of the orgasm, I couldn't control my motions, and my hips bucked wildly, forcing my cock in and out of Nate's mouth. The next spurt came right as my dick was sliding out of his mouth, and it landed all over his goatee. The white spooge accented the bits of grey in his dark brown goatee. It looked so hot, I wanted to coat his face with my jizz. Nathan, on the other hand, was hungry for my sperm. He swallowed my cock again, getting the next spurt right down his throat again. "Come on, Uncle, let me cum on your face," I begged him, pulling my cock out again. "Let me cover it." The third spurt landed on his cheek, and started to run down his face. Nathan caught the fourth spurt in his mouth, and for the fifth one, we managed to land it on his tongue. I was getting close to the last one, and pulled it out just soon enough to land the last shot on his goatee again. "Fuck, boy, that was hot," Nathan said. He was still kneeling in front of me, his cock vibrating in arousal. He reached behind me and grabbed the shot glass with one hand, and started to jerk his cock with the other. "I'm gonna shoot soon." He was licking my load off of his goatee, savoring the taste of my sperm. With the hand that wasn't stroking his cock, he put the shot glass right in front of his cock. "Oh fuck," he grunted. "I'm going to cum." He was staring at me, his eyes roaming all over my body. I was examining him just as intently, watching his body shake and spasm as he neared his climax. There was one last spasm, and a jet of cum shot out, which he cleanly caught in the glass. "Ohhh," he moaned, and another spurt landed in the glass. Our eyes were locked on each other. Even though we weren't even touching now, we had a shared understanding and connection. I knew what he was feeling, how he wanted to be inside me, breeding my hole. I wanted his sperm inside of me, and I wished I had been able to to take it, to be there for him. There were another few spurts, and then the shot glass was full of cum. "Not bad, for the third load today," he said, examining the shot glass. Where my sperm on his face had been a brilliant, pure white, this was a creamy yellow. It was far from innocent; even just sitting in the shot glass, it had a malignant, polluted feeling to it. Finally seeing Nathan's cum up close and personal made my ass tingle. Even though I knew it was dirty and dangerous, I still wanted it inside me. "Now, boy, up on the bed. Get on all fours," he told me, smiling. "What?" I asked. We had both cum, and I was eager to shower and find some food. "You heard me. Get on the bed, ass up. I've got no plans to waste this hot poz sperm." I had no idea what Nathan was planning. I was still in the happy afterglow of sex, and was willing to indulge him anything for having gotten me off. As instructed, I got onto the bed and put my butt up in the air. Nathan stood behind me and spread my cheeks apart. As the cool air hit my hole, I felt exposed and vulnerable. He ran a finger around my hole. There was just enough lube still there to let his finger glide smoothly. A tingle of excitement ran up my body from his touch, but it was hard not to be a bit nervous at the same time. I couldn't stop thinking about the glass filled with his dirty cum. I knew it was going to go in me, and I was powerless to stop it. Even worse, I didn't want to stop the deadly fluid from entering me. "Relax boy, I know what I'm doing," Nathan said, reading my emotions. I didn't say anything. Nathan picked up the syringe that was lying next to me. He worked behind me, where I couldn't see what he was doing. From the sounds, I guessed he was filling it with the sperm he had collected in the shot glass. "As I said, I don't want my poisonous cum to go to waste," he said. "This is just like artificial insemination. We're still trying get you knocked up, only with HIV. I'm going put the syringe into your ass, then inject my cum into you. Got it? "Yeah, I do," I said. I was suddenly trying to understand my desire to get infected. I was in the middle of fluid exchange distilled down to its barest essence: a plastic tube, and Nathan's rapidly cooling jizz. Was I wanting to get infected? Or was the infection just a by-product of my need for the connection that could only come from unprotected sex between two men? Even knowing it was Uncle Nate's sperm, even knowing he had gotten off worshiping my cock, it was scary. It was more an impersonal medical procedure, clinical, heartless and cold. "I'm going to insert the syringe into you now. I want you to hold it in place. You think you can do this for me, boy?" I nodded my agreement, still struggling with my decisions. I knew letting Nathan fuck me raw was dangerous, and up until now, I had been able to convince myself that it was a need to be infected, but now, I was questioning that. I didn't want the narrow, cold plastic tube inside of me; I wanted Nathan's warm, hard, loving cock filling me up. Amazingly, Nathan seemed to understand my struggle. He knelt beside me on the bed, pressing his body against mine. "This is a lot harder than just having sex, isn't it?" he asked. As I nodded, he pressed the tip of the syringe against my hole. "I know. There's no connection. But you're going to feel better once my semen is inside you." He pressed the tube into me. It was small enough that I barely felt it slide in, a marked contrast to Nathan's thick tube. "It's all the way in," he said, "and I'm pressing the plunger now." Unlike an orgasm, I couldn't feel the liquid being pumped into me, but yet, I still knew that it had been injected into my body. My anxiety was suddenly reduced and I felt calmer, more at peace. "Good?" Nathan asked. "Yeah. I am," I said. It was a much more mechanical way of getting the virus-laden fluid inside of my body, but the end validated the means. With it inside me, I started to get up, wanting to be closer to Nathan. "Don't get up quite yet, Greg," Nathan said, pushing me back down. "You got just five millimeters there, and I think there's still more for you." He pulled the syringe out of me, and put it back into the shot glass. I heard the sucking sound as he got every last drop of his cum out of the glass. "Nine milliliters total. You're a lucky boy tonight," he said. He slid the syringe back into my hole. This time, its path had been lubricated by the jizz already inside of me, and the insertion was easier. Nathan pressed down on the plunger, and injected the last of his load into me. "You going to hold it in there for me boy? Let it take root?" "Yes, Uncle Nate" I said. Nathan pulled the syringe out, and rubbed his finger around my hole. "Just getting your ass to close up some. I don't want you to loose a drop." He grabbed me and pulled me down onto the bed. He still had my sperm on his face and goatee, but he didn't seem to care about it. It looked fucking amazing on him. "Getting a load injected like that can be strange, especially the first time" he said, between short kisses. "It was so impersonal, compared to having your cock inside me." I reached down and grabbed his cock. He was still slightly erect, a little drop of cum right at the tip. I rubbed my finger in it, then brought it to my mouth to savor. My own cock was still semi-hard as well, but I had no immediate need to get off. I was content: I had shot my load, my studly uncle had my cum all over his face, and he was proud to wear it, proud to be marked. Not to mention I had my hot poz uncle's toxic cum in my hole, slowly seeping into my body. "Joint?" I asked him. "Sure. Then shower and food?" he replied. "Sounds good." I rolled off the bed long enough to find the last joint and a lighter. I lit it up, and did a long hit. Nathan relaxed on the bed, adjusting first the pillow, then his cock. We were silent, staring at each other, before I got back onto the bed. I lay down next to him, and passed him the joint. "How much longer are we going to have to do this?" I asked as he slowly took a drag off the joint. He paused a moment, then exhaled. "Why? Are you getting bored of me, bored of fucking already?" Nathan replied. "God no," I said. "I'm not sure I want to give you up at all." As I said that, he pulled me closer, his hairy chest warm against my smooth chest, passed me the joint, and I did a long draw. I motioned for him to shotgun the hit; we locked lips as I forced the smoke into his lungs. "What about Jason? Is he going to like me?" I asked, breaking off the kiss. Nathan exhaled, then spoke. "I know he likes you. When we were planning this trip, he was the one who really wanted us to come home a day early so we could all hang out. He had planned at least three days of activities, but I'm sure he'll just want to do one thing now. Especially after you show him that beautiful hole of yours." I did another hit, then passed the joint back to Nathan. Nathan took another draw from the joint, then turned to face me. "But why did you ask how much longer?" "I meant, how much longer before I get sick?" The weed was starting to hit me. My inhibitions were melting away and I was being more honest, both to myself and to Nathan, about what I wanted. "I don't know," Nathan replied. "It could be days, but it might take longer. Maybe much longer. One boy took a few months." "But, I'm going to be at school in three days." I left it unspoken that I wanted to share this amazing gift he was giving me. "And you want to share your gift?" Nathan said what I had left out. He did another hit from the joint, then handed it back to me. "I'm good for now," he said, indicating the joint. "Yeah, I do. The past few days have been amazing, and I want to be able to share it."

I had some bareback experiences earlier in life, but by the time I reached my twenties the AIDS crisis was in full swing. As a cautious boy from a conservative background, I used condoms religiously for the next nineteen years. Several things began to undermine my resolve. The expansion of the internet meant the appearance of blogs such as rawTOP's and the availability of new BB porn vids ( Treasure Island Media, Hot Desert Knights ) made me realize what I'd been missing for years. I've always loved the taste of spunk and my most intense sexual experience has always been a man cumming in my arse. His orgasm is more important than mine. Getting his spunk gives me a sense of achievement. I love the feel of his cum in my arse I used to have guys pull out of my mouth before cumming, but I gradually started to swallow again. I ALWAYS swallow now. I put profiles on various gay dating sites. Where a safe sex option was given, I put "ALWAYS". There were some HOT local guys on sites who under safe sex put "needs discussion" or left it blank. I avoided those guys. There was one local profile in particular - a hot skinhead Top - shaved head, big thick cock, massive balls, big boots and bleached jeans. He had put "needs discussion". I wanked over his pics for months but was too frightened to approach him. One night while I was browsing the profiles, he messaged me "What are you into?" I'd had some booze and my resistance was low. I replied "sucking, fucking, rimming, kissing, porn - the usual stuff." He asked what sort of of porn I'd been waching. I said "Treasure Island Media and Hot Desert Knights mostly." He asked me which dvds I had. I listed a few titles. He said "Cool I'm into bareback. There are some of those I haven't seen. Why don't you bring them over and we can watch them together?" I told him I was turned on by the idea but that I always use condoms. He said "That's fine I have condoms here." That was all it took to get me to his place. He looked even better than his pics when he opened the door. Stocky, muscular, shaved head, bulging crotch in his bleached jeans and he'd agreed to wear his big boots for me We had a few drinks and chatted while watching some of my BB dvds. After an hour or so, he leaned over and started to rub my crotch through my jeans. I reached across and started to rub his crotch bulge too. We undid each other's flies and I wasn't disappointed. His thick cock was tight in his jockstrap and his balls were massive! More like something you would find hanging from a ram than a man. We got into some mutual cock sucking and poppers and before long we were rolling around naked on the floor. The porn was still playing in the background. I was lying on my back and he raised my legs up to rim me. He rimmed me deeply, wetly, for about five minutes. I was getting hornier all the time. Then without any discussion or warning, he brought his hard cock level with my hole and stuck the head in. By this point, the booze, poppers and sheer lust had demolished my defences. I didn't protest. He proceeded to shove the whole cock balls deep. From that point on condoms were forgotten. We moved from there to his bedroom. He fucked me HARD bareback twice that night and shot both loads up my hole Feeling his cock pulse and pump his spunk into me was the most intense sexual experience I'd had in years! The sheer volume of cum in the first load made me want to shit. It was like a cum enema. Eventually for reasons of comfort, I did shit the first one out, but I slept with the second one in all night. A bridge was crossed that night. He has fucked me several times since. Condoms have never been suggested or discussed.