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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.

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

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.

I thought some of y'all would like this one. Last Monday I was at an ABS, they have glory holes and it's usually pretty easy to get 3 or 4 loads from the afterwork crowd. I usually start by sucking when a guy slides his cock through the gh, but once it gets hard enough, I back my hole up and most like that (yay). Monday I was sucking and right before I was ready to switch from oral and give him my ass, he said through the wall "I take ass too." :-) After he left a guy took his place and he had a beautiful cock, perfect. It got firm, but not upright hard. I was afraid it might be too long, butt was able to take it and relax after a few (what was I thinking? no way I was going to pass it up). Besides, I had used a long snake before going out... it helps me open my second sphincter and ensure I am clean very deep. He fucked for a long time, never getting really hard, sometimes pausing deep, I thought he was cumming, but then he'd resume fucking. He fucked for so long, I was getting kind of tired... not from the fucking, but from the posture. I'm 6'5" and i was having to kinda squat to get my ass lined up with the hole... but I persevered ;-). After quite a bit of fucking he made the tell tale sounds of cumming and thrust deep again, then with drew. He thanked me a couple of times saying how hot it was, and I returned the compliment... it really was. He waved bye through the gh and left. I hung out for about another hour, sucked another cock, but the ABS emptied out, so I headed home (bout a 20 minute drive). When I was home for awhile, I felt the loads starting to push on me... kind of unusual, I'm used to holding loads in without much effort, kinda swallowing them internally. But these wanted out, so when I did there was this huge gush. At first it didn't register, but when I looked (and smelled) I realized it was piss. This was a huge surprise, because I honestly had no idea I had been pissed in... and it was quite a bit too lol. I pieced it together in my mind and realized it was the guy with the long cock. The only thing I can figure is he stealth piss fucked me and was able to get past my second sphincter, so I didn't know it till later. Damn, I hope i run into him again.

Any men planning on being pigs for MIR? The Hole / Steamworks?

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.

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.

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

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

Met an ok young guy like 21 off of grindr this morning. I was super horny. He said condom only and I was mad but I said ok. He got here and was sooooo horny I rubbed my cock all over his lubed hole hoping he would let me put it in my true to his work CONDOM... So I on and pulled it half off as I was fingering him doggie and bit off the tip. I shoved right in! Made him moan and he milked my cock thinking I was fully wrapped. Boy was he wrong. Bred his hole with my massive load and made him cum too. Then I pulled out and made sure to pull it off when he was still doggie style. Hope he gets tested soon...

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.

Last night I was feeling extra horny for cum in my ass. I came across an ad on craigslist of a young 22yo straight guy who was looking to get sucked, & fuck an ass. So I responded, after some exchanging of emails, & then texts, he comes over. He's about 5'10, stick thin, skater type, with about a dick of about 7-8inches & thick. Before he came over, I had a pricked condom prepared. I began sucking him, & lubed my self up with the saliva that accumulated in my mouth. I put the condom on him with it really tight on his head. He fucked me for about 20min, but during this time he got semi-soft a few times & I kept getting off & sucking him, with the condom on. He seemed to get the hardest when I sucked him. But the last time I turned around to suck him, he wasn't getting fully hard. So I took the condom off to suck him bare skin to bare mouth. He was standing at the edge of my bed the whole time. I had the condom in my hands, under my head while I was sucking his dick. Blocking his view of the condom in my hands. I felt around the tip of the condom for the pricks I had put it in. I pulled on the head & tore a big hole in the condom. By this time he was fully hard again. So I slipped the condom back on him, but left a little hang off the end of his dick so he wouldn't notice his head popping out of it. Then I turned back around & guided his dick back into my ass with my hand. I held his dick a little tight in order to keep the condom still while his dick slid all the way in, so his head would slide out the tip. And it did! He got to work fucking me, never pulling out all the way, then unloaded his cum in my ass. When he finished, he stood there for a minute, dick inside me, trying to catch his breath & pull him self together. So I reached my hand back & gripped onto his dick telling him to pull out. As he was pulling out I held onto the condom so it would slide off all at one time as he pulled out. I held the condom in my closed hand, & cleaned & sucks his dick some. Then he left. He seemed to still be a little young & naive, especially to gay sex. He never HAD any clue of what I did. We texted after & I asked him "Was there anything specific you liked about it?" Trying to see if he knew what I did. But all he replied with were things like he enjoyed my ass & my mouth. The second guy I met off Grindr. He was a 29yo bear type with a 7in dick. He was a VERY cute bear! He was visiting my area, & we had chatted for a couple days before we hooked up. He arrived at my place in a business suit, because he was visiting for work. The business man type was really hot for me. I prepared another pricked condom. And I sucked him for a while, used my saliva as lube, put the condom on him tight, then he slid in. This fuck was a little longer, & even involved kissing. He was a really good kisser. While he was fucking me on my stomach, I reached back to his dick & could feel the texture difference around his head. I could feel the condom just below his head, & I felt his bare skin of his head. And this happened rather quickly. I guess I had pricked that one a few more times than the other. He told me to flip over onto my back. I guess he was close to cumming because he pulled the condom off as I turned over. But then he stopped & looked at the condom. He went into the bathroom for some light, then he came back to me on the bed. He told me "The condom broke, & probably has been broken for a while." I was just like "Oh?" with a kind of concerned/scared look on my face. Which was hard to fake because I wanted his cum so bad. Since he now realized he had been fucking me with a broken condom, & I secretly already knew. He slid his dick back into me raw & asked me where I wanted him to cum. I just replied with "Inside." He began pounding his dick as hard & deep into me as he could. Soon he shot his load & It felt like I could feel it hitting the inside of my back, if that makes any sense. His cum shot so deep! Then he bent over so kiss me some more, pulled out, cleaned up, got dressed, & left. I did end up taking 2 more loads that night, but they were from fuck buds I already know. So I had a total of 4 loads in my ass by the end of the night. I wanted to keep them in me as long as possible. So I went to sleep & went to work today with them still in me. When I got home around 6pm, I went to use the restroom. No cum came out. I'm guessing & hoping my insides absorbed it. All these guys said they're clean, but we'll see

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.

Hehe thanks so much, when I cum its like a flood btw

I agree it is all in the training, a little bit here and there makes a big difference in the end, like nipples play with them , pump them , eventually they end up being teats and and I love mine.....lol

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

Part 1 After the third time I was caught giving blow job in the park my father threw me out of the house. I had not finish school and had no skills except one. So I used that skill to support my self. Taking adds out in Craigslist getting fuck by creepy guys being robbed and taking a beating every so often. I get this response one day of just going to a restaurant and talking and he will give me $1,000 I say WTF it's easy money to just sit and talk. He sent me his face picture so I would know him, I was there on time and so was he. We went into a back booth where we could talk in private. The first thing Lenny ask for was my ID as he said I don't look 18. I showed my real ID and his response was Happy Birthday as my 18 birth day was 2 weeks ago. He passed me the envelope with $1,000 like he said he would. Then he ask if I like being a working boy and being with creepy guys getting robbed. I said no and his respond by saying there is a better way that I'm perfect for. It for me to become part of his family. He said at the rate I was going I would be lucky to make another year but in his family things are a lot different. In Lenny and his brother Sam family we are all of the same blood ( at this time I had no idea what that meant). Lenny offer me $10,000 to go out to his family home and see what's it's about. I will also be check out to see how my health is to make sure in D&D free as I have dealt with some nuts. He gave me a number to call and to think it over and give him a call if I want to do this, I said ok and left. Back at the SRO that I'm staying in looking at the easiest money that I just made and I look at this run down room I'm in and I say to my self I think Lenny is right it's a very hard life I'm living. A week later I give Lenny a call and make arrangements to be pickup. It almost dark when we meet and I get into the car with everything I own, Lenny says that's all you own and I look down and say yes it is. By the time we arrived it was dark and I had no idea where we were. We turned into this very long wooded drive way and we came to this very large house. I enter this house and Lenny partner Sam is there to greet me. Lenny & Sam are both in there 40s both and in great shape with steel blue eyes. They take me to a room and we start to talk as they really like having boys like me around. They say here I will have new life in a loving family and if I want to be part of it. It does not take me long to say yes. Sam who is a real Doctor I found out later takes out a STD kit and starts. He takes blood and right after it is taken Joey walks in and takes it and told to get it tested. After a long talk and they know how I have been making a living we get something to eat. After diner they show my room where I will living. I can't believe how tired I am and go to bed. After a 12 hour sleep I wake up so horny I want to get fuck by anyone or thing. As I'm laying bed Joey walks in and says it's a nice day out side and do I want to go for a dip in the pool. We get to the pool and Joey hands me a thong just like his. Joey is a little older than me maybe 20 is 5ft 10 140lb. nipple ring on his right side with a nose ring and a steel ring around his neck.With a swimmer build. I'm 5ft 7 120lb. and skinny real fem body. Joey in his thong has the biggest bulge and it's ready to bust out. I'm bone white as have not been out much and Joey lays me down on my stomach by the pool and starts to rub sun screen over my body. I'm so fucking horny I feel like asking him to fuck me raw as his hands is working my ass cheeks and my ass crack with his finger so close to my hole.

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.

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...

Theaters and arcades are the best. It's amazing how many guys go there to get sucked. It was like I was the only orally active guy there. I didn't count but I must have chugged a liter of jizz.

5. Nathan It took me a little longer than Greg to get ready. I was pretty sure I was going to be kissing him sooner rather than later, so I made him brush his teeth as I brushed mine. But in less than ten minutes, we had gotten packed up, and were on the interstate. As I settled into the driving, Greg fished out a joint from his wallet, and found a lighter. He lit it up, then offered it to me. We passed it back and forth, doing two hits each before giving it to the other. As I predicted, it wasn't long before the smell of men, sweat, sperm, and weed, filled the truck. Despite already cumming four times in the past twelve hours, the weed and Greg's scent helped get my cock twitching again. "This stuff is strong," I said. Jason had started a new job as a harbor pilot, and the first few months of the job had uncountable random drug tests. Rather than risk failing a test, the two of us had stopped smoking weed all together. I was looking forward the end of his probationary period: not just for the pot but also other, more intense pleasures. "Yeah, it's fucking sweet," Greg answered. We both got quiet when we smoked. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, and we just enjoyed the sparse Texas landscape speeding by us. "I'm impressed, Uncle. You've not stopped to take a single photograph yet," Greg finally said, breaking the silence. In our family, I was well known for stopping every mile or so to take pictures. "I guess I've been too tired or too much in a hurry to think about it." I looked around. The pictures I wanted to take weren't landscapes. I wanted, somehow, to document Greg on this journey. And, by extension, document myself. But so far, everything had been too intimate, too raw for me to feel comfortable picking up a camera. "We're doing good time. You can stop if you want." Silence fell again. This time, it was my turn to break it. "I think you're the most interesting thing to photograph on this trip. But it feels almost too close, too intimate to photograph." "I hadn't thought about it. I'm not sure I want this journey out in public. But I want a record of us, of the trip. After all, even Ben got a souvenir videotape of his conversion." I had to laugh at that. Ben, Jason, myself had been porn. I wanted something emotional, even more explicit and raw. But I didn't know what shape that documentation would take. I grabbed my iPhone and pointed it at Greg. He smiled, and I took a picture. "There's a start," I said. "Just a start," Greg replied. He stretched, and pulled off his tank top. I took a few more, trying to divide my attention safely between the road and the shirtless boy sitting next to me. "But only a start." He was wiggling in his seat, and it didn't take long for him to loose his shorts as well. I remembered he hadn't bothered to put on any underwear. Not surprisingly, his cock was sticking straight up. I took more pictures as he started to stroke it. I wanted Greg horny and eager. "Don't cum, boy," I said. Knowing teenagers, I didn't think that would be hard to keep him on edge, but I didn't want to take any chances. "And don't put your shorts back on." I liked having him next to me, naked. I reached over and ran my hand down his smooth stomach, and up his hard cock. I wiped off a drop of pre-cum from the tip of Greg's dick, and I licked my fingers, savoring the salty sweetness. We were silent again, the miles slowly ticking by. Maybe ten miles later, maybe twenty, I saw a billboard for an adult bookstore at the next exit. I knew immediately I was going to stop. Greg had started with a real cock; now it was time for him to explore some toys for next day or two. I also knew I wasn't going to tell him my plans. I was getting worked up at the thought of him naked in the parking lot while I did the shopping. "Where are we going?" he asked, as I pulled off the highway. "You'll see," I said. I could see the bookstore from the interstate. It catered to horny truckers, looking for something, anything, to get off on. If they were lucky, there would be a desperate cocksucker in the back room. I expected the store would have the minimum of what I wanted, and nothing more. Greg reached for his shorts, but I grabbed his hand. "You're staying in here. You don't need those." I pulled into the parking lot. The bookstore was open twenty-four hours a day, but mid-morning on a weekday wasn't a very popular time. There were two other cars in the lot, one a beat-up old sedan, the other a flashy sports car with a college bumper sticker. I guessed the sedan was the attendent's, the sports car a horny frat boy's. "Wait here. I won't be long," I told Greg. The doors were painted over. I pushed them open, and was knocked back by the smell. It wasn't bad, but it was the stale scent of desparation and need, tinged with sweat, semen, and cheap plastic. The room was lit by flickering flourescent tubes, the cinder block walls almost soft with layers of paint that couldn't quite hide the years of grime that had accumulated. The counter was slightly elevated, giving the attendent a sweeping view of everything going on. Against one wall was a selection of toys, against the other, a large selection of DVDs. The middle had clothing and a smattering of magazines. The videos were about one quarter gay, the rest various flavors of straight and lesbian. The attendent wasn't behind the counter. It took me a moment to realize he was leaning up against the far wall, his pants down around his legs. He must have been about fifty; thining grey hair and a long mustache. The few strands of hair were matted together, like it had been a while since he had washed his hair. He had a bit of a pot belly, and his exposed pubes were grey. I knew that this was best job he had ever had. Certainly at that moment it was the best, because kneeling in front of him was the frat boy. He was in a polo shirt and khakis, his khakis unzipped and his cock out. His mouth was wrapped around the older man's thick cock, sucking on it like it was the last cock in the world. As he heard the door close behind me, he pulled off the guy's cock and looked around, trying to see who had walked in. The older guy grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him back to his shaft. "Don't stop now, cocksucker. I'm almost there." The frat boy obliged. He swallowed the guy's dick once more with contented gurgling noises. I didn't interrupt their blow job, and went to the wall of toys. They were cheap plastic things, rough and badly made. I didn't care. I easily found what I was looking for, a small buttplug and a dildo. However, it took a little longer to find ones that were not a garish shade of pink. As I was picking out the toys, the guy in the back was getting closer to orgasm. His breathing was getting shorter, and he was moaning. Likewise, the frat boy was stroking his cock harder. The older guy grabbed the frat boy's head, and forced it down. "Fuck yeah, cocksucker. Swallow it," he said, his hips bucking. The frat boy came right as the older guy shot his wad, thick strands of sperm coating the floor and wall. To the frat boy's credit, he swallowed every drop of the older man's spunk. Almost as soon as the frat boy finished cumming, he was up on his feet, wiping off his hand on a handkerchef. I could see that the older guy had an impressive sized cock, even under his paunch. The frat boy had found an impressive cock to satiated his desires with. The attendant causually pulled up his pants. "Gonna go visit your girlfriend next weekend as well?" he asked the frat boy. "Yeah," the boy mumbled. "I'm here on Monday and Tuesday. See you then cocksucker," he said, as the frat boy nearly ran out of the bookstore. "Faggot," he said, indicating the guy who had just left. "Wonder if his girlfriend has any clue. That it for you?" he asked me, seeing the two items I had put on the counter. "Yeah." I let the casual slurs slide. He was in just as much denial as the frat boy. He walked over to the register. "Total's $24.86." I handed him a twenty and a five. "Don't bother with the change," I said. He put them in a plain brown bag, and I headed back to the Land Rover. As I expected, the sports car was gone leaving just Greg's SUV and the sedan. "What did you get?" Greg asked as I got into the truck. "A few things," I said. He was still naked but his cock not quite as hard. "You'll see." "What was that guy doing? He shot out like a bat out of hell." "Sucking off the attendent. There was a short discussion about a girlfriend." We both laughed. I reached into the bag and pulled out the buttplug. "This is for you. I want to make sure my sperm doesn't leak out." "Put it in now?" Greg asked. His cock was hardening again. "Of course. Right here in the parking lot." I grabbed my cell phone again, and got the camera app running. Greg ripped open the packaging, and leaned his seat back, He leaned back and his legs touched the roof. His ass was out in the open, exposed and ready for penetration. I reached into the back seat and got the bottle of lube. "This should help a bit." He poured the lube over the buttplug. I continued to take pictures. "Just push it in?" he asked, lining up the plug's head with his hole. He looked at the size and I knew he was uncertain if he could take it all. "Yeah. You can do it." I leaned in for a better view, just in time to see the buttplug pop into him. He moaned, a combination of pleasure and discomfort. "Ok?" I asked. All that I could see was the black base, the stem vanished into his hole. "Yeah. Just a little sore," he said. "But it's good to have something inside of me again." I started the SUV, and pulled back onto the highway. "You've told me you've fucked around with guys. But, girls?" I asked him. He had fished out the joint, and was slowly smoking the remaining bit. He handed me the smoldering joint. "Two girls, each a few times. But a lot of girls tried to get me interetested in them. I didn't hate it, but it didn't do too much for me." I did a long hit. "And you, Uncle?" "Dated one in college for a year, but was always playing around in the locker room. Finally, I decided to not lie any more. Right after my 20th birthday." I handed the joint back to him. "This was the early ninties. 1992. The height of the AIDS crisis. It was a scary time to come out and be gay. I had safer sex drilled into me." "And yet..." he trailed off. "Now you..." He didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't have to. "Yeah. Ironic, isn't it?" "What happened?" "Jason," I said. "He convinced me that I was special. That it was special. That I should be sharing what Alan gave me, and what I had given him with the world." "I'm glad you are sharing it. Especially with me," Greg said. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his cock was rock hard again. "Fuck, I'm dripping pre-cum, thinking about it. You inside me. You breeding me." He reached over and grabbed my crotch. "And you're hard too." "Oh yeah. I know." I wanted to change the subject. If we kept this conversation up, I was going to have to pull over and fuck him on the side of the road. Not that I minded that, but I wanted to make it to Arizona this evening. We had been making great time, but now I had a reason, one that I hadn't told Greg, to get home as early as possible. I wanted to deliver Greg's ass to Jason. I wanted to watch my partner fuck my godson and breed my boy's innocent young hole Luckily, I was saved. "Look," I said. "New Mexico." We sped by the sign, the highway straight and empty. His hand didn't budge. "Don't change the subject." He unzipped my shorts and pulled out my cock. Of course, I was hard, and his touch only made it worse. "Sorry. Let's get to Albuquerque, then we can talk about finding a place to breed your hole." "Promise?" he asked, reluctantly letting go of my cock. "Promise." "But don't put away that beautiful cock of yours. Jason's a lucky guy, getting it every day." "Deal." I finally figured out something else to talk about. "Do you know anything about your roommate?" "Yeah. His name is Clint." "Details?" He had been talking to Clint over Facebook. He told me some of the details. Full name was Clinton Wilhelm Gunther Speer, his father was a German engineer and his mother was an American schoolteacher. They lived in Kuwait, and he was flying to school directly from there. His journey started late this evening, and he wouldn't get there until early Thursday morning, the day before we had planned to drop off Greg. "Picture?" I asked. He pulled up a picture. "Hands off him," Greg said. "At least for now." He was a very hot boy, edging into manhood. He had light brown hair, blue eyes, an engaging smile. He had the start of a chin strap beard, the kind a boy grows when he wants to be a man. The picture was shirtless, his arms behind in head. He was solid boy, and it was all muscle. His chest had just a dusting of the same light brown hair as on his head. There was a heavier, darker spray of hair coming up from the waistband to his belly button. I wanted to follow it down, see where it lead. "Nudes?" "You wish. And again, hands off," Greg repeated. "I'm the one who has to live with him for the next year. We haven't really talked about girls or anything like that. All he said was he looking forward to getting out of an Arab country." "Why is he there?" "His dad works in the oil fields." We talked a bit about school, what classes he was going to take, the social scene. The joint was starting to wear off, and we were more talkative. Before I knew it, we were in Albuquerque. "You want to drive Route 66 for a bit?" I asked Greg. "Isn't that from Cars or something?" he asked. "I thought it was made-up." That settled it. I found an exit from the interstate, and quickly we found ourself in the desert, travelling a nearly empty road. "This is where I'm going to stop every mile," I joked, staring out the window at the beauty passing us by. It was a beautiful, desolate landscape, punctuated by an occasional abandoned gas station or decepit hotel. Even Greg was silent, staring out the window. For a moment, we forgot about our exposed cocks and our mutual desires. Instead we just admired the view. "Uncle Nate?" Greg asked. "Yeah, Boy?" I noticed his hand was back on his cock, gently stroking it. "Abandoned gas station. You. Fucking. Me." He reached over and started to play with my cock. It didn't take much to get me hard again. "Raw. Hard. Deep." Just barely audible, he finished. "Deadly." "I like that idea," I said. Greg reclined the seat a bit, and put his legs on the dash. The hand not stroking with his dick went to the buttplug, playing with it. "Me too. I need your cock in me again. And I need your seed." I started to scan the horizon, looking for a suitable place to stop. I was happy the road was deserted; I wasn't against public sex, but I shyed away from explicitly public sex. Especially in rural New Mexico, with my barely-legal cousin, I thought discretion would be a wise choice. Greg found my phone, and took a video of himself playing with the buttplug. There was an occasional moan of pleasure from him as he adjusted it just right and it hit his prostate. I tired my best to keep concentrating on the road. It wasn't the easiest thing to do with a hot naked young man in the seat next to me, hard as a rock and playing with his tender asshole, "You see anything good yet, Uncle?" he asked me. "I like the buttplug in me, but it's not the same as your cock." "Not yet," I replied. I shifted, adjusting my shorts to accomodate my own growing cock. "I want to get back inside of you too." We drove ever onwards; I was slowly speeding up, wanting to find a good spot to pull over. I wasn't trying for perfect anymore, I just wanted a place, any place, where I could drain my balls into Greg's hole safely. Of course, that was safety with respect to getting caught; the fucking would be bareback and not at all safe for Greg. I reached over and grabbed Greg's cock. He was, of course, stiff and hard. I had already smelled the pre-cum that was flowing out of his shaft; there was almost enough for him to fuck someone with just the pre-cum as lube. But, as I licked my fingers clean, I could taste the purity and freshness that suggested my dirty seed had not yet found fertile soil. "Taste good?" Greg asked me. "Yeah, but I can tell you're still shooting blanks," I said. "Not for lack of trying," he smiled. "We need to try more to fix that. Want to do it now?" "Definitely. Just need to find the right place. Hell, any place." The landscape was almost lunar: flat and empty, with only small scrub, and an occasional hill. On the horizon there was what looked like a sign, indistinct now, but slowly growing. "Maybe there?" Greg asked. He had seen the sign as well, and we both hoped that it was abandoned. As it came closer, I could see a barely familiar dinosaur outlined on the sign. "Sinclair?" Greg asked. He was able to read the sign far sooner than I could. "Old gas station chain. I hope this is our place to fuck." I wanted it to be the place; I had a need to be inside Greg again. From less than a quarter of a mile away, it looked ideal. Clearly it had been abandoned for years. There was a thick layer of dust over everything. The windows at the front of the building were covered with paper and two old gas pumps stood in the island. I pulled in, stirring up a cloud of dust. "Looks empty," Greg said. He pulled the buttplug out of his hole with a wet pop. "Now I'm empty. You going to fill me up?" "Fuck yeah. I'm going to fill your tank up with a nice big poz load. Get out." Not even looking around or caring who saw, Greg opened the door and stepped out. He was wearing just a pair of flip-flops, and carried the bottle of lube with him. He walked to one of the gas pumps and leaned up against it. Through the windshield, I could see his perfect butt up-turned, begging me to fuck it hard. "Come on, Uncle Nate. I know you want this just as much as me," he called to me. "And you have no idea how badly I need your cock in me agin." I grabbed my phone, and stepped out. I took a few pictures of him as I unzipped my pants and let my cock spring free. Greg licked his lips, staring at my erection. "Give it to me, Uncle. Breed your boy," he begged. I took one last picture of him, he had one hand supporting himself on the pump, and the other one was pouring lube on his hole. I stood behind him and lined my cockhead up with his hole. "Ready, boy?" I asked. He just nodded and pressed his ass back slightly. His hungry hole was already slick and relaxed from the butt plug so my shaft just slid into it with just the slightest hint of resistance. We both moaned in pleasure. "Fuck, Uncle. I've been wanting this all day." "Me too, boy." I let him get used to my cock inside of him, pushing a little deeper, then slowly pulling out before starting to seriously pound his hole. "I know we both need this: my poz cock, your raw hole." We fell into a steady rhythm. "Damn Uncle. Feels bigger than before," he said as I thrust it in particularly deep. "And it was never small to begin with." I pushed it in hard, feeling his warm, wet hole wrap around the entire length of my manhood. "It's fucking hot, doing it out here in the open." It was a total turn on being out there in the open. Any car driving by would have seen us fucking and watched a young boy giving up his hole to an older man. I wondered if an observer would know what was really happening: how depraved and wrong this fuck really was. It wasn't just a young man being sexually corrupted by a supposedly respectable elder. No, it was worse: a young man getting fucked by his uncle. A young man being instructed in the ways of unsafe sex by his godfather. A young man getting fucked by an older poz man. A beautiful, vibrant young man being filled full of virus-laden jizz. Greg was thinking the same thing I was. "I wonder what someone driving by would think. Seeing a hot daddy fucking his boy. I wish they knew you were my uncle. I wish they knew you were breeding me. And I wish they knew you were getting your poz cum into my neg hole." He wriggled his ass, getting a spurt of pre-cum from me as a reward. "You know they would be jerking off later, thinking about us. Wishing they were in on the action." My balls were drawing up tight and I was getting close. I wanted to make the fuck last longer so I slowed down. "Everything good?" Greg asked, noticing the change in my pace. "Yeah, I just want to make this last." "Were you turned on this morning, watching the college guy suck off the guy?" "Yeah, it was hot." I wondered if that could be Greg in four years. So addicted to sperm he would do anything and anyone to get what he wanted and needed. I had heard hints of the desparation in his voice already. But I wasn't sure if it was a need for cum, for the virus, for the contact with another male, or maybe, just maybe, for me. "It was hot how needy he was, and seeing what he would do for sperm," I finished. "I can tell you like that," Greg said. "Your cock is hard and I can feel it dripping pre-cum all over my hole." I did like that, and I was dripping. "I want to have that kind of control over a guy. To have him need my sperm. To be able to make him do anything for me. To be able to infect him." "But first boy, you need to get infected." I slammed my cock into him. "You really want this toxic, dirty load?" "Damn Uncle, you know I do." He was bucking up against my cock, fucking himself on my shaft. "Fuck me harder, Nate. You know I can take it. And you know I want it. Make it count" I grabbed his hips, and pulled him down on my dick. I could see his asslips wrapped around me, stretched and raw, trying to milk out every drop. The public setting and the dirty talk had me fired up. I couldn't help myself any longer. "Yeah, you going to take my toxic waste, boy? Let it grow in you." "Please Uncle Nate. Fuck me hard. Fill me with your dick snot." My hips had gone on autopilot, forcing my penis into his hole. I knew his ass was getting dry, but I couldn't stop myself from keeping the fuck going. "Yeah, boy. My fucking gun is loaded, and I'm gonna fire it." Greg was gasping for breath, and moaning occasionally, a mix of pleasure and pain. I knew for his sake, I should slow down and get some more lube. But I didn't want to. He had given me his ass, totally willingly and I was going to take it the way I needed in that hot summer afternoon. "Please, Uncle Nate, cum in me." He was gasping. I could feel him trying to pull away from me. I knew taking the full length of my manhood must have hurt him. "Shoot in me. Now. Please." I was grabbing his hips hard, and had to hold him in place so I could get my cock all the way into his ass. His hole was now hot and rough, and the lubr was rapidly drying up in the heat. For his sake, I had to cum soon. "Please, Sir. Cum in me, Sir. Please. Sir. NOW. PLEASE?" The last words were tangled in a cry of pain. The "Sir" put me over the edge. I slammed into him, getting a yelp of pain, and just a hint of pleasure. My balls pulled up tight, and pushed out their load of cream. "As you wish, boy," I said. The jet of toxic liquid traveled the length of my shaft and landed deep into Greg's very raw and very tender hole. "Fucking take it," I screamed, and forced my cock a little deeper into him. I could feel him struggling, his ass wanting relief from my assault, but his brain wanting more of my precious sperm. I held him in place and slid my dick in and out. I was trying to spread deadly fluid all over his delicate ass. "Thank-you Uncle," he said. He repeated it. "Thank you Uncle Nate." It was like a mantra for him, letting him endure the last part of the fuck. "Thank you Uncle Nate, for your gift." "Another virus laden load for you boy," I grunted, the last drips of sperm leaking out of my cock. He was shaking underneath me, and I wasn't too steady on my feet either. I carefully pulled my cock out of his hole, and spun him around to face me. His eyes were red, like he had been crying. "Thank you, Uncle Nate," he repeated. I held him, and kissed him deeply. My fingers brushed up against a tear on his cheek. "You ok, boy?" I asked, between deep kisses. My arms were wrapped around him, and I held him close. Despite what had happened, pressed between us, his cock was still hard as a rock "Yeah. I wasn't sure how much longer I could have taken that," he said. "I was about to ask you to stop." I realized how inexperienced he really was at getting fucked. I had just thrown a hard fuck that an experienced bottom would have had trouble taking. Greg had been doing this less than a week. "You did good, boy. More than good. Excellent," I said. I reached down to his ass, and ran a finger around his tender asshole. He gasped, but made no move to stop. "I'm glad you didn't ask me to stop though." "Really?" he asked. He was starting to calm down. He was no longer shaking, and his heartbeat was slowing down. "Why?" "I'm not sure I could have stopped," I said. "I needed to get that load into you so badly." I didn't want to think about would have happened had had he asked me to stop. Would I had been able to stop? Or would I have ignored his pleas and raped my nephew, forcing my disease into him? The virus, my virus, sometimes drove me to do things that I wasn't proud of. I was glad that Greg hadn't been another victim of my loss of control. He smiled. "I'm glad it's in me now. It's where it needs to be."

I have fantasized about this on the other end of it. I always thought it'd be hot to roofie a bottom and then set up a camera and take advantage of him and breed his sweet hole, maybe even have a friend tag his ass with me. Then after he woke up, wondering where he was, i would show him the video of me and my buddy using his ass and dumping our loads down his ass. Of course, I would do this to someone who was WILLING to do it. I would never do it to a stranger.

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.

This morning my teen black FB, had me over to meet some of his black jock team mates, they had been working out at the gym and were real horny. He had told them about me, they were new to fucking a boy cunt and eager to learn. WOW I took their loads, one from each, in my hungry mouth. Real yummy fresh boy cream! and two loads each in my pussy. MAN did I get loaded and were they happy and hungry for more. I got a nice sore ass from their pounding. Feels just great now, with their loads inside me and still the taste of their cum in my mouth. I feel so dammed hot and slutty now. I think I'll go find my Latin construction worker fuck buddy. I hope he is around. He just loves it when I reek of cum and gets hot to breed my sloppy used boy cunt, and I love his loads.