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CHAPTER 8: Dad: It seemed as if every day for weeks continued like this. I would fuck my boy, then visit Sam, take his load, again and again. It might as well been a ritual. Many times after having visited with Sam I would find myself so horny that I would go home and have Cod drive Sam’s poz cum deeper into my ass. On other occasions I nearly raped Cod’s ass. My son Cod was my lover and I, his. I speculated on a few occasions if Cod was having sex with anyone other than me. I hoped not. The last time Sam fucked me he said he’d recently visited his immunologist and his viral load had spiked in the three months since his last visit. Sam had been blowing an enormous amount of his HIV+ cum inside my ass, and we were both determined to see me convert. I had to know if our sex had done the deed. I was determined to convert, and was equally determined to see my son also convert. I decided to get tested. Cod: Dad left for the afternoon to run errands, for all I knew Sam was fucking him right now, I wish Dad would talk about him. Two can play at this game, I thought, and I decided to get on BBRT which I haven’t used in a while; I created a new account. So many men are into bareback sex in Chicago, and so many it seems like are hiv+ undetectable. I remember how nervous Todd was when he told me he was positive and worried I’d never talk to him again; I think he was honestly surprised when we went back to him fucking me bareback. After searching a bit, I found one guy close by, twinkish, versatile, loved my profile; his status said “Ask me”. It took 2 emails to find out he’s hiv+ and undetectable and for us to exchange numbers and text each other, he was 19 years old. He never once made mention or asked me about my status (which reads negative in my profile). “I only bareback he said,”, “Same”, I responded. Amazing.. twenty or so minutes online and a guy was coming to my house to fuck me. Adam texted a few minutes later that he was close and he pulled up to my Dad’s house about 5 minutes later. “Nice place”, I let him in, “Thanks”. We looked at each other and immediately started to make out, it felt so good. “Where’s your bedroom?”, I let him down the hall to the bedroom I shared with my Dad, he saw photos, “You live with someone? Roommate?”, “My Dad.”, “Ohhh.. is he… “, “No he’s not here and won’t be for a while” and I grabbed him to make out. We started to undress and got on the bed naked, still making out, Adam was rubbing his cock against me. It was getting hard quickly, I didn’t realize for a short guy (he’s 5’ 7”) that his cock would be so big (it was easily 9”), I loved it. We were kissing and he was leaking precum and rubbing it onto me, “You want this?”, rubbing his cock on me, “Yes.”, I moaned into his mouth, we kept making out and somehow I reached over and grabbed the lube. I thought about the words Todd used to use, “I want you to fuck me and breed me deep.”, that really turned him on, as he elicited a “HOT!” while kissing me. Adam used the lube on both of us and then got between my legs which went over his shoulders very easily, I was horny, I wanted it and I didn’t give a fuck if he was hiv+ or not; besides I thought, Todd fucked me bareback all those times and I’m still negative. Adam eased slow into me and moaned, I know it had to feel good, I’ve got a great ass or so my Dad says. “Ohh fuck… your cock… feels so good”, “Yeah.. your ass feels great, too.”, and then he used his weight to slide that huge cock the rest of the way in, “I’m all the way in you… is that cum already in there?”, “Yeah…. “ (I grunted), “Fuck that’s hot”, his cock was big and I grunted, “You ok?”. I looked at his eyes, “Fuck me” and we kissed, he started slowly moving his cock inside of me. I didn’t bother to tell him it was my Dad’s cum he was driving deeper into my ass. “Fuck… I love your ass, I’m so glad like to fuck bareback,… you know I’m poz right”, and he pushed in as he said it to punctuate his tone. “I know”, and I squeezed down on his cock with my ass muscles, “Uhhhhhhh….. “, he groaned, “fuck, … that felt great”, “Fuck me Adam! Breed my ass like my Dad does." He looked at me a little strange but he didn’t stop fucking me. “Your Dad fu..fu.. fucks, you? That’s his cum?”, “Yeahh… he does”, I paused and gave it up, “And yeah… it is”, and I clamped down hard on his cock. “Much more of that and you’re gonna get a big load of poz cum in your ass.”, I did it again to make sure he knew I wanted his cum. “Fuck… oh fuck! Alright then… I’m close”, “Cum inside me!”, I practically demanded. “Oh fuck yeah… I love guys who bareback, “ he said between breathes, he was working up a sweat and I knew from enough sex with Dad that he was close to cumming. He leaned in and got my ass raised so that he was fucking me deep and his balls were slapping my ass, we were making out and my breathing was ragged, “I’m gonna cum… “, “Me too…”, I felt my nuts tighten and my load started to squirt, “Uhhhhhhhhh…. Uhhhhhhhhhhhh………. Cummmmmmmm… “, was all he managed to get out and I knew he was dumping his load inside me. My first poz sex and cum since Todd, Todd was on meds though and Adam said he was undetectable so I felt alright about it. Besides Adam was so hot I wanted his cum inside me bad and there we were. He removed his cock and we laid on the bed together, kissing, me with 2 big loads of cum in my ass, “That was great”, he said, “Me too… I mean yeah… yeah it was”. After a few minutes Adam got up and dressed, “Again sometime?”, “Love to”. He left. Wow that was intense my first real sex with another guy besides my Dad since college, it was fucking hot. Dad: I found myself sitting in the HIV testing center on Halsted. They use a numbering system to keep test results anonymous; Sam said that is how I should test. It was Tuesday afternoon and the place was practically empty except for the 2 guys working the desk, the one greeting people, Chris, was very good looking with a go-tee. He gave me a number; I sat down. A few minutes go by and a cute kid, looked 18ish, comes in, takes a number and sits down nonchalantly as if he’d done this many times before. I thought he really looked younger than Cod, but not “too much younger”. He had short brown hair, under a ball cap and the cutest blue eyes; I had to get to know him. “Hey… uhmm… Getting tested, too?”, “Yeh”, he replied and held up his number. “Me too”, holding up mine and smiling. He smiled back. “I’m Mark”, “Jake”, I swear my cock got a little hard as he said it. “This is my first time testing.”, “Really?”, he said, “..think this is my 5th or 6th time.”, “Oh yeah? You get tested often?”. “Eh.. I guess not .. good friend of mine, says I should get tested often because .. well, you know.”, “Because… you’re… “, I paused, “Gay.”, he said. “I’m gay too, its cool.”, I nearly blurted it out. Chris gave me a quick glance, we made eye contact, and he smiled. Wow he was so good looking, but I wanted to focus on Jake. “Glad to hear that.”, he said, “… glad we got that cleared up”, and be both had a quick laugh. “Your boyfriend couldn’t come, too”, I asked, “I’m not dating anyone right now… “, he paused, “You?”. “My boyfriend and I … we uhmmm… we’re… open”, I tried not to making sound so slutty, and I didn’t want to tell him my son was my boyfriend – at least not now; I also didn’t want to push him away. “That’s cool”, he moved over a seat to sit beside me, we made eye contact, “Hope this is cool.”, “Yeh… its cool Jake,.. you’re a good looking guy,”, “Thanks you too. My last boyfriend was 40.”, he offered, I obviously paused a little too long, “Not that you’re … “, “Its cool Jake, “ we laughed, “I’m 42 actually and my boyfriend is 22.. I love younger guys,”, “Cool. I like older guys”. “How old are you?”, I asked, “Eighteen…. That cool?”. I looked at him a second and smiled, “Very ok Jake… definitely ok. You nervous about getting tested?”, “Nahhh…. I get tested often”, and he lowered his voice a bit, “I really prefer to bareback and one of my friends… well, she worries I’ll get something.”, “Well its possible”, especially if I pump a load of hiv+ cum in your ass, I thought. “I decided to get tested, it just seemed like the right idea, even though I’ve been careful”, “Me too”. Chris called my number. “That’s me… ok, nice meeting you Jake, hope you’re here when I get back.”. Chris led me to one of the examination rooms and asked what seemed to be standard questions about safer sex practices, I said “no” when he asked if I had questions about using Condoms or the test itself. He said they test for hiv antibodies that can show up as early as about 90 days, sometimes sooner, sometimes later and that a negative result might not mean I’m not positive. I spoke cordially and told him what he needed to hear, its not like I was going to tell him I was bugchasing with a guy who went off meds to poz me. He asked me to swab the inside of my gums and he put it into a solution and closed it up, “Go back and sit in the lobby and I’ll call you when this is ready.”, “Ok, thanks Chris”, and I gave him a smile, he gave me one back. Jake was sitting there still, “They already test you, too?”, I said, “Not yet.”, and then Chris called Jake’s number. “Back in a minute.” And he disappeared into the same lab room I was in. It seemed like only a few minutes and Jake was back, “back”. We sat and talked about boyfriends and Starbucks and whatever to kill the time. Chris called my number again and we went into a different lab room; that got my attention. “ok.. I’ve got your test results, … any questions”, “Nope.”, I said. “Are you ready to learn if you’re hiv+ or not?”, “Yeah… I think so, I can handle it.”. He paused, “Your test was negative.”, I lied to him and said matter-of-factly, “That’s good.”. “We do ask for a $20 donation to keep the center open and offering free testing, if you can’t… “, I cut him off, “It’s cool. I got it.”, I gave him $40, “That second $20 is for whoever comes in next that doesn’t have it,”, “Nice. Thanks.”, he paused again thinking, “Can we uhmm.. “, he paused a bit, ”get toge….”, “You wanna get together sometime”, I blurted out. We both grinned, “yeah man…. Love to”. “Sorry we’re not actually supposed to do that… but I … I… you’re hot”, we made straight eye contact, “I think you’re hot, too.. is it forward to ask if you top or bottom?”. We both laughed, “Mostly bottom… “ and he paused again, “Bareback?”. My eye went up, I smiled, “Me too.” I gave him my number, “Just text me later when you’re off”, “Cool.”, that was weirdly intense and I was hard when I went back to the lobby. Just like before I got to the lobby and Jake’s number was almost immediately called, he looked at me, and he went to a lab room with Chris; I wondered what his results would be? I decided to wait. Jake returned some minutes later like I did, “That was weird he didn’t ask me to pay this time. I didn’t think you’d still be here”, “I thought I’d wait for you”, we were talked but decided to walk outside. “Wanna get together sometime?”, “Love to…. “, he leaned toward me looking down at my crotch, “Love for you to give me your bare cock”, I smiled, “I tested negative, we can do that”, “Cool. Same.”. My thoughts went a little wild thinking I went to get tested for hiv+ and met two cute really cute guys and both want to fuck bareback; crazy. I texted Sam, “I’m horny and I need to cum over right now.”, “Just got home… come on”. About thirty minutes or so later and I’m naked at Sam’s house, on all fours, and his bare poz cock is riding me like he has all these times before. “Fuck! Sam! I love your poz cock…. Still off meds?”, “Yeah babe… “, fucking me, groaning, “You know I’m not going back on ‘em ‘til you test poz… when you gonna get tested?”. It hadn’t been quite 3 months since Sam and I started down this path, him intent on being my poz gifter, and me intent on being the hiv+ bottom that he knocks up. “Got tested today”, I said as I pushed back on his cock, he groaned again trying to push in further, “ohh yeah….”, “yeah….”. I loved teasing him. He kept fucking me, the only noise was our groans punctuated by the slapping sounds of his crotch and my ass. “So……?”, after a few minutes go by, I waited… I knew it was making him crazy, “Still neg”, “FUCK!”, he said, “I know”. He started fucking me harder. “Bareback fucker… you want it don’t you, you and me, we’re gonna knock that ass up --- get a positive test result next time.”. “Oh fuck yeah… Sam! Do it... fucking breed me… I want it.”, I was squeezing down on his cock the way Cod would do to me sometimes. “I … fucking … want you … to fucking … POZ ME!”, I nearly shouted and Sam took that as a marching order, he was directly behind me but he was adjusting his cock left and right to try and push harder into me, he told me he liked being rough to try and make me bleed a bit; that’s how he went poz so quickly when he chased. “Yeah… Sam,.. do it, fuck me rough .. make me bleed, fill me with poz seed deep in my ass and infect me. I want poz”. “You are going to poz Cod aren’t you?”, “Already trying… I want that as much as I want you barebacking me and dumping unmedicated poz cum in my ass", “I’m close, neg boy”. “FUCK YES! GIVE IT TO ME…. POZ ME SAM!”, he was groaning hard I knew he was about to dump inside me again, “Fuck….. fuck… fuck… here it comes babe… you’re gonna…. ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”, he held still and I could feel his cock expand and his hips jerk a bit, he was filling me up. Sam was pumping hiv+ cum inside me. “Oh fu...... love it… love that….”, he was out of breathe again, like usual. He held still for a long time, longer than normal, heavy breathing between the both of us, both of us sweaty. I was gonna breed the fuck out of Cod when I got home.

Part I My parents had separated when I was young. My dad moved to Gainesville, Florida and took a job as a professor at the local university. I was left living with my mom, and my two younger brothers and two younger sisters. There was always commotion in the house and never a moment of privacy. When I got to my senior year of high school I received a scholarship for swimming to the university my dad worked at. When I told my dad he was extremely happy for me and told me if I didn’t want to live in the dorms I could live with him. I jumped at the chance to live with him and reconnect. I would also have much more privacy. I moved in with my dad that summer and found I was loving my freedom. Dad let me come and go as I please without having to answer to him. School started and I fell into a regular routine of classes, swim practice and swim meets. I knew from a young age that I was attracted to guys but had never acted on it. I loved seeing my teammates in their speedos and in the shower. I would fantasize at night about them and jack off to them. At my first swim meet I came in fourth in the butterfly stroke. I was not pleased with this and decided I needed to practice more. So on Sunday evening I went to the pool to practice more. The pool was open to all. Part of the pool had designated swimming lanes and the rest was for swimming as you pleased. There were several families there with their kids. The swimming lanes were empty. I swam a few laps and was feeling warmed up and ready to practice hard. As I swam to the end of my lane and began to execute my turn, I kid jumped into the pool and landed on my back. My back began to instantly hurt me. The kid apologized and the mother ran over to make sure I was ok. I told her I would be fine. I got out and headed to the hot tub to soak my aching back. When I got home I rubbed down with muscle relaxer and took some pain pills. The next morning my back was still killing me. I went to the coach and explained what had happened. The coach immediately sent me to one of the universities sports doctors. I arrived at the doctor’s office and they took me back to the examination room immediately. Dr. Kirst walked in and introduced himself with a firm handshake. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was young for a doctor I thought. I stood about six feet tall and looked about 180 or so. He had light brown hair neatly parted at the side and deep green eyes. He told me to disrobe and put on the gown. He left the room for a few minutes and returned. He told me to lay on my stomach so he could look at my back. He began to pressing on different areas and I yelled out in pain when he touched my lower back just about my ass crack. He then asked me to stand up and drop the robe. He began to feel my balls and asked me to cough. I tried not to get hard but my cock began to stiffen at his touch. He asked me to sit back down on the table. He explained that I just had a serious muscle pull in my back and needed to take some pain medication and begin physical therapy. He said I should be back to swimming in two weeks. He handed me the prescription for the pain medication and said he had one other medication that was experimental and wanted to try out. I said that was fine that I just wanted to heal as fast as possible. He reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a syringe with a clear liquid in it. He explained that it would be injected into a vein in my arm. He placed a tourniquet around my arm and found a vein. He inserted the needle and pulled back the plunger and blood appeared. He told me I would feel a warm sensation and that I would need to cough. With that, he pushed to liquid into my vein and took the tourniquet off. I began to cough very hard and felt very warm. I felt another sensation as well….I was very horny. The doctor excused himself a minute. When he left I couldn’t help but begin to touch my cock and rub my hands all over my body. I wanted sex and I wanted it now. I slid my finger in my ass and closed my eyes and began to moan quietly “Dr. Kirst please fuck me.” I was so into the sensation that I did not know that Dr. Kirst had reentered the room. Suddenly I heard a voice in my ear that said “I will gladly fuck you Adam.” I was startled at first. The doctor grabbed me and told me this was a normal reaction after taking the experimental drug. He began running his hands over my body and leaned in and kissed me. I had never been with a guy I confessed to him. He said he would teach me all about man on man sex. He told me he did not have much time now since he had other patients to see but he would give me and introductory lesson on man on man sex. He bent my over the table and began playing with my ass. I was extremely turned and began wiggling my ass and moaning softly. He undid his pants and dropped them to the ground. I looked and saw his erect penis. It was a monster. It had to be nine inches and thick. He rubbed it against my ass and said “This is want you want isn’t it Adam?” I mumbled “Yes but it is so big I don’t think I can take it.” Dr. Kirst replied, “Trust me Adam, you can. After all I am the doctor.” With that he reached over to the counter and took a tube of KY and spread it on my ass and on his huge throbbing cock. He slid a finger in and I moaned in ecstasy. He removed his finger and placed the tip of his cock on my warm hole. He leaned over and placed his hand on my mouth and said “here comes my cock stud.” He slid in with all his might. I screamed with pain and pleasure into his hand. “Relax you will love it.” He began sliding in and out of me with greater force and I actually relaxed and got into him fucking me. “Fuck doc, fuck me.” He picked up the pace and whispered in my ear “ready for my hot cum?” “Yes please give it to me!” With that had straighten up and began trusting harder and he pushed in as far as he could. I felt a warm sensation flood my ass and felt his cock pulsating as he shot load after load into my ass. The doctor pulled his pants up and took out his note pad and wrote something on it and handed it to me. He told me that this session was not over and that he still need to explain more about the experimental drug. He told me to get dressed. After I dressed he walked me out and told me to make sure I got my prescriptions filled. Once outside and opened the note. It simple read “8:00 pm 1212 Oakton street”. I was confused but intrigued and still horn as fuck. As I walked home I couldn’t help but get turned on by every hot guy I saw. I wanted them to fuck me too. What was going on?

I totally understand the thrill you speak of. I started out doing exactly the same thing. Then I learned that it is illegal after I started posting them. I only make and post videos with guys who are aware of and are into it. Lots of guys get off on doing it. Often they participate by taking out their cell phones and give me additional footage to edit in and gives a second camera. It also proves that they were aware if any regrets appear later when they realize 100,000 guys have seen it on xtube. Whenever a guy I've made a video freaks out about how popular they are I always take it down. I'm nice like that. I have way too much visibility now to post something like that. I can't take that risk. You say they are for your personal use only, but once you cross the line fo posting them, you will be hooked. Then you will get caught.

I took a nice thick creamy load yesterday at the abs, My ass pressed up against the glory hole while on the other side & gorgeous 8 incher was sliding in & out my ass, He left a very thick creamy load deep in my guts before he pulled out.

It depends on the length but also the kind of sex. One dump and go is not enough. But a fuck including foreplay lasting an hour is usually very satisfying.

6: CLARK POV Joey: "I have one." Clark -smiling-: "Oh yeah? What is it?" He stood up and did a body spin. Damn his body is sexy, and that ass. Clark: "I think I know what you're getting at." I stood up and I grabbed his arm. I kissed him hard on the lips, and he happily reciprocated. I pulled him away from our kiss and threw him to his knees on the couch. Clark: "Fuck yeah, this is what's next. This what you have in mind Joey?" I spit on my dick and pressed it against his ass, not hard enough to penetrate. He moaned for it. Joey: "Oh fuck." I pressed it against him again, and grinded against him. He just kept letting out moans. I spit on my fingers and fingered him for a second longer before I spit on my dick. All I did was insert the cock head and pull out and his moan hit a peak. Joey: "Oh Uncle Clark, just fuck me please." Clark: "Oh yeah boy? Is that what my little nephew wants?" Joey: "Oh god fuck me please!" I inserted my dick in just passed the head and pulled out again. Clark: "Some of that?" Joey: "Oh fuck! Yes! Please!" I slammed my entire penis in, held his hips tight against my pelvis while his cute little ass caught up with the change. He squealed a little bit, took his breaths, but it fit comfortably in almost no time. Clark: "Damn boy, already a natural." I took my dick out and slammed it in again. I got some more squeal moans and some grunts as I continued to do that. Clark: "Mmm you like your Uncle's cock son?" Joey: "Oh yes--uhh- I do." Clark: "Come on say it." Joey -grunting-: "Uhh- I like my Uncle's cock." Clark: "Mmm yeah. Damn I knew you were wasting time with that girl." Joey: "Fuck, uhhh." Clark: "Yeah, now you're getting fucked like the girl. Maybe you're my niece. I slammed into him again. Clark: "No I prefer you being my nephew. Much rather fuck a cute young boy." I smacked his ass, he responded with a surprised moan. Clark: "Damn that ass bounces so good." Joey: "Oh god, I want you to keep fucking me,.. uhh- just like that." I had to grab his shoulders to keep with that pace, but that made his back arch lower and his moans louder. Joey: "Oh no, I'm about to bust." Clark: "Oh fuck yeah, hands free baby boy!" When I felt his body start to tense up, I grabbed his neck and pulled him back towards me so that I could whisper into his ear. Clark: "You're my little whore now." He was pushed over the edge and started spasming. I held him in place as the buildup in me was coming to a climax. Clark: "Fuck- you--." I pressed myself hard against him as I came into his ass. I fucked him a few more times before I pulled out, a little droplet of cum following it. There was his cum on my couch but that'll be cleaned later. Clark: "Damn boy, that hols is so fucking perfect." Joey: "Mm as long as you're filling it. I already want another load." Clark -laughing-: "Give me a minute." __________________________ Note from Mister23: Lol I don't know what to say here, I just like leaving notes.

“I want you to seed my ass tonight.” I sent the message and followed it up with some pics of my body and my hole, hoping to entice the gorgeous dude who was apparently nearby, visiting from out of town. A brief conversation followed. Him: “Fuck yes. Time and place? My bf and I would love to sample some of the local hole.” Me: “Later tonight, we will work out the details. Just follow my lead.” Him: “K. U see I’m POZ?” Me: “Yes, yes, and hell yes. This conversation didn’t happen, OK? Just follow my lead and I promise it’ll be worth your while. Tell your bf the same.” Deleting the messages from my phone, I joined Jake, my boyfriend, who was seated in the living room. I showed him the photograph of the ‘gorgeous dude’ asking “Are you interested in playing with this guy and his boyfriend? Maybe the four of us could get together tonight and have some fun.” Jake glanced at gorgeous guy’s sculpted torso and grinned at me in approval. Immediately I shot gorgeous guy this message. “Hey sexy. My bf and I are close by. We’re wondering if you and your bf would like to meet for a drink?” A tense minute followed during which I hoped gorgeous guy would follow my lead. He seemed to understand my subterfuge as this dialogue suggests. Him: “Sure bro. Nice chest, would love to see more. I’m 6’2 200 8c, my bf is 5’9 170, ripped, 7uc.” <sent pic of fat 8” cock> Me: “Great dick dude. I’m 5’11 170 7c, bf is 6’ 170, skinny with a 8 cut dick” <sent pic of bubble ass> Him: “Sweet ass bro. Bf is vers, I’m top. Both poz. That cool?” Me: “Bf is vers too, I’m bottom. Poz cool - we are on PrEP, and use condoms too. There’s a bar on the corner of 8th and Main. Meet you there in 30?” Him: “See you there.” Now, I should give you a bit of background. Jake and I have been a couple for five years or so, and had recently decided to spice things up by playing with others. Always together, and the only way Jake would consider it was if we both went on PrEP and used condoms every time. In fact, he makes it a sort of ritual whenever we play with someone: we simultaneous took our pill, and he would then put the condom on the guy fucking me (and vice versa), always using our own rubbers, never theirs. What can I say? He has trust issues. We headed to the bar, and the moment we walked in, we spotted them immediately. In our relatively small city, hot new guys like this don’t go unnoticed. We headed over and made our introductions - Joey and Jake, meet Andre and Alex. Looking even better than in his pictures, Andre was a tall black slab of beef, solid and masculine, and Alex was a Latin muscle god. Both accustomed to turning heads, I could tell they were sizing us up and deciding if they’d made the right choice. I knew I might have to work to keep their interest, so I muscled my way in between them to order Jake and myself a drink, taking the opportunity to grind my ass into Andre’s crotch while I did so. Subtlety is not my strong suit, but it seemed to work. I felt his strong hand go to my hip and I felt him growing behind me, from what was already an impressive lump into something that felt a bit scary. Meanwhile, Alex cozied up with Jake, and we had a nice conversation over our drink. Formalities out of the way, I leaned in and whispered to Andre, “Let’s get out of here - it’s a little too crowded here. Why don’t we head up to our place and see what kind of trouble we can get into?” With that I winked and smiled at him, then grabbed Jake’s hand and led us out of the bar. They followed us around the corner to our building and up the three flights to our apartment. Stepping inside, Andre pinned me against the wall and put his mouth on mine, hungrily kissing me while Alex did the same with Jake. My hands explored Andre’s muscled chest, strong biceps, broad back, coming to rest on his impossibly taut booty. His hands made a bee line for my ass, kneading my bubble cheeks before undoing my jeans and sliding one hand inside, feeling my exposed crack where he expected fabric, I’m sure. I’d been sure to wear my sluttiest jock briefs, for easy access just in case. He let out a little growl as his finger slid into my crack and toyed with my hole. From the grunts and moans I heard across the hall, I’m imaging Jake was receiving the same treatment. The two visitors then led us into the living room, where they both promptly dropped their pants and underwear, sitting next to each other on the couch. Wordlessly, Andre spread his legs, pointing at his fully erect, rock hard cock. I dropped to my knees and admired his huge ball bag up close, sniffing and licking on it before running my tongue up the underside of his shaft. Jake joined me on the floor, and the two of us showed off our oral skills for our guests, occasionally looking over at each other with our mouths full of cock. It turned me on so much to see him sucking a big uncut Latin dick, and I know he enjoyed the sight of me with my cheek bulged out, lips open wide, servicing a huge black cock. My hole was twitching, it was so ready to take this monster I’d been servicing. I stood up and led Andre into the bedroom, and Jake and Alex soon followed. I finished stripping out of my clothes, but left my briefs on. As Jake went to his nightstand for supplies, I quietly opened mine and grabbed the small baggie and snuck it into my undies. Andre gave me a questioning look, but I just winked and smiled, shaking my head in my boyfriend’s direction. I then pulled Andre down on top of me, encouraging him to crawl between my spreading legs. Jake could see how horny I was, so he jumped right into our ritual. “Joey and I welcome you guys into our home and our bed, but the agreement we made with each other is that we be as safe as possible. I hope you’ll understand. But we try to make it fun too, so we have a little routine we do whenever we play.” He then popped open the bottle of Truvada and shook one out into each of our palms. Each of us extended his tongue, and the other placed the little blue pill onto the other’s tongue, which each of us immediately swallowed. Finishing up with a brief kiss. Jake then grabbed a condom and tore it open. He slid it down over Andre’s huge dong, not without some struggle. He then squirted some lube on it and greased him up good, before pointing him at my hole. My legs were spread wide, my briefs bulging with my hard on and my ass fully exposed and open. As soon as his head touched my hole, I twitched and gasped, and Andre pressed into me as Jake stroked his condom-covered shaft. He got about halfway into me before he paused to let me get used to the assault, at which point Jake went back to concentrating on Alex. When I saw Alex grab Jake’s head and pull him down to choke on his cock again, I knew this was my chance. I reached into my briefs and pulled out the baggie, which Andre could now see contained a clumped-together blue mass. I opened the bag, brought it up to my mouth, and dropped out the Truvada I’d hidden under my tongue, the spit-soaked pill joining all the others as I zipped it back up and tucked it in my briefs. I smiled at Andre and grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling him the rest of the way into my hole. I felt him throb and saw a little glimmer cross his eyes as we connected in that moment, him beginning to understand my earlier instructions to follow my lead. He was balls deep inside me, but the devilish grin on both our faces indicated we both wanted more. A low guttural moan broke our little moment, and we both looked over to see Alex straddling Jake and sinking down on to his eight incher. I was surprised until I remember Andre saying Alex was vers. I found myself understanding why he wanted Jake’s fat one in his hole – it is, after all, pretty fuckin’ spectacular, but it was nothing compared to Andre’s piece. And the fact that the cock currently invading my hole had a little something extra made me leak into my straining briefs. Just then, Andre decided to start to pull out and thrust back in. I let out a squeal as he began to fuck me and tried to regain my composure. I looked at Jake and saw him lost in ecstasy as Alex’s hole gripped him as he bounced on it. Alex then pulled himself off and got on all fours, facing away from us. I watched as Alex mounted him from behind, his cute ass almost smacking Andre as he started to thrust. It was then that I reached down and put my fingers around the base of Andre’s cock. As he continued to thrust in and out, my fingers kept up their pressure, catching on the last bit of rolled up condom. I would release as Andre sank into me, then squeeze as he pulled out, rolling the rubber up slightly. We repeated this for many strokes, locking eyes for the entire process. I saw a hunger in Andre and felt an animal desire start to take over as he did his part in assisting me in removing the protective sheath from his cock. When there was only one small bit remaining, Andre pulled out of me completely as I slipped the rubber off over his head and deftly placed it in my briefs next to the baggie. Grabbing his bare cock, I guided it back to my hole and pulled on his ass with my other hand. I saw his eyes roll back as his raw dick penetrated my hole. He had a delicious smile on his face as our deception played out, my boyfriend fucking his boyfriend right next to us. They were lost in their own private moment, completely oblivious to the secret connection between Andre and me. As he slid into me balls deep, I pulled Andre down for a deep kiss, our tongues intertwining. I could feel him throbbing inside me, and could swear I felt my ass get a little wetter, probably his precum lubing me from deep inside. By means of some serious twisting I was able to whisper in his ear “Man, I want your toxic cum inside me, bro. I want you to charge me up!” He picked up his rhythm then as we heard the sound of Jake’s body slapping against Alex’s as he pounded him hard. Andre grabbed my legs and spread them wide, taking an opportunity to look down at his huge bare dick sliding in and out of my hole. I patted the small bulge in my briefs, indicating the un-ingested PrEP pills and his rubber. I pulled my briefs to the side so my dick could escape, grabbed the condom and quickly rolled it onto my cock. I could tell by Jake’s breathing that he was getting close to cumming. I nodded to Andre in their direction, letting him know we had to make this happen. He responded by fucking me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before - a passion I’d never experienced erupted from his muscle body. He was deep dicking me, long strokes, his huge black ball sac slapping my ass on every insertion. Meanwhile I stroked my rubber-clad dick with vigor, only to hear Jake grunt “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Jake’s pace increased, and the grunts and groans that accompanied his orgasm pushed Andre over the edge. Staring directly into my eyes, he mouthed the words, “I’m gonna breed u” as he shoved in deep one last time. I felt an explosion inside me as his cock propelled jet after jet of diseased cum into my guts. The realization that I’d finally made it happen - I’d taken my first poz load - and that it was happening with my boyfriend right next to me, clueless, it made me shoot my three day load and fill the condom I’d slipped from Andre just moments earlier. Rope after rope invaded my hole from Andre as my own cum overflowed the rubber that was covering my cock. As I felt the bed shifting when Alex and Jake were turning to see how we were getting along, I swiftly pushed Andre’s now softening cock from my hole and pulled the rubber from mine in one motion. I held it down next to his monster and stroked his cock as I pretended to remove it from him. I held it up to Jake as he held his up, both of us tying off the cum-filled rubbers and letting them drop onto the floor, as the four of us collapsed in a heap on the bed. Jake kissed me deeply as we watched Alex and Andre make out a bit. I then pulled Andre down to me and as our breathing began to calm down, I spooned him and whispered into his ear, “I want you two to spend the night. I’m getting Alex’s load too before you guys head out of here.” A smile, a wink, and a sigh as he rolled over and pulled my arm around him. He had no plans to go anywhere any time soon.

A "slim chance" is still too much of a chance for me. That means it is still possible. And why waste a perfectly good fuck with concern that you may be discovered? Yeah... I tend to error on the side of caution in a lot of things, but I'm with the majority on here. It's illegal and others may not be so keen on having their bodies on cam. It all boils down to respect for others.

It's scarey and then finally the needle is in. http://www.positivelife.org.au/images/560x300/slamming.jpgThe plunger is pulled back to show a good draw of blood. Now that Tina and you have mixed, the plunger is pushed in and you feel the rush building in your vein. You pull the tourniquet and raise your arm: Warmth, Dreaminess, Amazement. Your erotic brain is on and free of needless constraint. You are fully alive and sensual. You are there to be held, to be touched, to be bitten, to be kissed, to be a fierce lover, to be electricity, to be totally on. I am finally alive. That self-critical part of me is finally set far back in the rear of the bleachers to watch but not interfere. I can give myself fully to the moment. When I top, I am both lover and rapist with my partners. I am free to give them all of me or to take everything they want to give me with Tina's permission. Together we fly and we soar. We are Gods of Sex! We are what we were meant to be. We celebrate who we always were and what we were meant to be. http://pnphiker.tumblr.com/post/132805619184

I feel both ways, had an instance where I apparently secretly recorded. It was a random hook up and he blocked my profile afterwards (grindr) so no way of me contacting him. On the other hand, beating off to pictures of you getting fucked by this hot stud must be fuckin amazing. If people know they are being filmed, they think about it and act accordingly so I understand why you don't want to open that. But here is the thing, if he guys above wrote, if for whatever reason the video gets out, you could destroy lives, careeers, relationships etc So, don't do it!

I've known this guy since my university days, more than 10 years ago but we never hooked up back then. A couple of years ago I ran into him again at a gay campground where I teased his bare hole and he blew me in the woods. Then last year I saw him again at the Eagle where he followed me into the back room and I seeded his raw hole up against the wall while we got watched by a crowd of other horny dudes. We had exchanged numbers, but our schedules had been out of sync until this week, when I got an unexpected midweek day off. He was up for it so I met him at his place and then rode his tight bare ass for about 45 minutes. It takes me too long to get off, but after fucking him hard I paused for a bit to jerk myself to the bursting point before pushing back into his hole to dump my load. He finished himself off with a big load on his belly. It was fun -- I hope our schedules sycc up again soon.

I am in San Juan on vacation aware from my be and I was bored on Grindr and invited this guy to my hotel. He came over and tied me with my legs in the air and blind fold on. He turned off all the lights and his phone chirped he said he had to check it. I heard the door open and he stepped outside. The door opened again and soon I felt his dick slide in me and soon he exploded inside me. Then I felt a larger dick slide in me, and do the same. I heard more than one voice. I took off the blind fold and there were five guys still waiting to use my ass.

Sucking married guys and swallowing their loads has got to be one of my favorite things in life. If I could have my way, I'd have an endless line of married men to suck loads out of. This is a pic of my regular married stud.

Is there a finer example of Masculinity than this? I was fortunate to experience such a Man on Thursday evening/Friday morning. I panicked a little when he initially said he was ready to unload - we hadn't been playing for long. But he told me not to worry. And he was right. 4 heavy thick loads were dumped during the course of our session. While I had been with a Man who twice came, this was new territory. And wow! I salute such Men.

I was walking down an alley shortcut after leaving the place to get some fresh air. It was stinking hot, steamy and the smoldering temperatures in my city made it tough to sleep that night, so I went wandering with my camera to look for some great lighting to shoot some images. I had smoked a big bowl of my personal tina, hash and weed mixture and it had got me high and feeling creatively sleazy. That or the full moon that was shining brightly in the cloudless sky. I was downtown on the West side, great locations for some good photos. I loved the hardcore look and the way the alleys were always funky cool. I turned a corner into an alley I had never walked through before. Industrial leftovers, piles of iron and steel along the walls, steam pipes breath from wall mounted exhausts made it super cool looking and when I found the old abandoned cars and machinery I was pumped as it was the perfect place to shoot. I pulled out my Nikon with a 35-55mm lens and began to work. As if someone was reading my mind, the exhausts began pumping out more steam draping everything in awesome moonlight. I was lost in this perfect place and had been shooting images for about 20 minutes when I was surprised by a deep voice coming from the shadows near a single metal door with a dim china hat light over it. Out from the shadows walked a huge man, big, black, mature, and about 55 I guess, leather chaps over Levi jeans, black biker boots and a sleeveless wife-beater shirt. Big guns with leather and metal armbands and I could see both his nipples were pierced as his nipple rings pushed through the sweat soaked shirt. He must have been 6'6" and around 260 with big beefy muscle. Gray hair and a small leather and ringlets collar around his throat. I couldn't help to notice the massive bulge in his crotch either and I think he may have noticed my focus as he was smiling when I looked up at him. "I've been sitting here watching you since you walked down here. You really were getting into it, man" he said as he walked over nearer to me and took a seat on a pile of pallets. He had a bottle of gold Tequila in one hand and he offered it to me. "Thanks, I love tequila but it makes me super horny, er I mean, ah shit!" He laughed at me and told me not to worry, it does the same to him. I took a big pull from the bottle and handed back to him. Smooth tasting, smokey smooth. He took a sip and then asked me if I smoked. "Not cigarettes" I replied. "Good because I have some smoke here that you just might enjoy... as a matter of fact" he said as he pulled out a small black leather bag and began to assemble the contents, adding "I'm certain you are going to love it." I could see glass pipes, some plastic wrapped tube things, rubber surgical tubing, a huge bag of tina, a chunk of black hash, a couple of big bottles of poppers. "Holy fuck man, you look like you are ready for some serious partying!" "Just wait, buddy, let's see what we can do with this stuff, cool?" he asked me while I watched him load a pipe with huge shards of tina. "Smoke?" he invited, remarking "This is killer glass from some biker bros of mine. Potent shit, man." "Sure, I'll have a little taste." He handed me the pipe and held the propane lighter under it, heating it up until he said "Suck it man, suck that glass pipe white boy." Wow, this shit was good and very fucking potent. One hit and I was wobbly and then the big black Daddy said "Go ahead and take another hit, I know you going to like it." I began to wonder what he meant. "Suck it white boy, suck that glass cock and take that smoke down your throat and then shotgun it to me." Fuck yes, I thought as I sucked a huge lungful of the potent smoke holding in for a long time until he brought his mouth to mine and I started a slow exhale as he took it all down his throat and held it there. He stared at me closely now his face a few inches from mine as he looked in my eyes and then took my head in both hands and forced his tongue into my mouth and exhaled the tina smoke. Holy fuck, I was getting so fucking high from this shit and now this hot blackman was doing things to my mouth with his tongue that was turning me on in a massive way. He held my head and literally began to tongue fuck my mouth and one of his hands found my nipples and he began to work them over rough and hard until he pulled his mouth from mine and I finally got to exhale the smoke. Motherfucker, the rush of a lung-full of that smoke! My legs were loose and wobbly and he grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall, against which I had to use both hands to steady myself. He reached into his bag and brought out a bottle of poppers. "Oh yeah, baby. Daddy's gonna get you high and fucked up just like you want it. Right boy?" he asked as he held the poppers under my nose. "Snort baby, snort those poppers 'cause Daddy's got something for you that you're gonna love." I snorted three big hits and then he capped the bottle and stepped back from me, the moonlight glimmering off the metal and leather he wore and the little beads of sweat that covered his bare skin. He began to slowly grind his body in front of me, grabbing his crotch and pulling on his nipple rings, his eyes growing bigger as his lust was being unleashed. The bulge in his pants was now huge. I had never seen anything like this and this gyrating hot Daddy was really turning me on. He strode in to feed me another round of popper hits and then back to his grinding, One hand pulling hard on his nipple while the other began to unzip his pants. I could see the cockring first, big and shining silver and then out came his cock. Motherfucker! It was still soft but it had to be eight inches long and fucking thick too. He walked slowly over to where he had left the pipe on the pallets and loaded the pipe again. Walking back to me one hand on his cock, the other with the pipe he placed it in my mouth and held it there as he took one of my hands and put it on his massive meat. I began to squeeze his cock and milk its thickness and feel it begin to harden, the heat of his cock was amazing. He held the lighter under the pipe and told me to suck it. "Suck it baby, suck that glass cock cause your black daddy is going to take you to places you've never been to before. You going to swallow this smoke and then you going to swallow my cock and I am going to feed you the biggest nut you have ever swallowed baby, then you going to keep sucking my cock so I can stretch that tight white ass open and fill you with more cum then you can imagine! You want it, baby. You want Daddy's cock fucking your holes and filling them with my cum. And baby, Daddy's balls are filled right up. Three weeks of hot cum and I going to pump it all inside you." His lust was massive, his eyes wide like an animal after catching his prey, now he was going to feast on it. We traded another shotgun of tina and his tongue begins to fuck my mouth hard and probing as one of his hands finds my crotch. He slowly unzips my pants dropping them to to my ankles. "No underwear boy? Hmmm, well lets see if you want it bad then." His massive paw wrapped itself around my cock and squeezed my big balls hard just the way I love it. He started to jerk me off with one hand, his tongue buried down my throat and his other hand working my nipples over, pulling them taunt, twisting them, grabbing my cheat and pulling handfuls of my pecs as he begins to groan like a lion. I was pinned to the wall, as the smoke worked me over and as the Daddy used me hard. "Keep jerking me off, boy. Milk that big black snake. Jerk it harder. You can't hurt black steel, baby." The pipe appeared again and he arched his back and started to fuck my hand with his cock. I wrapped both my hands around the shaft and jerked him off hard, working his huge balls in one hand and then rubbing the mushroom head of that magical cock until it was dripping precum like a water tap. He continued to smoke and it seemed like the smoke made his cock swell larger and thicker. I looked at him and his lust-crazed eyes were devouring me. He kept grinding his massive cock in my hands and then told me to open my mouth as he exhaled the potent cloud of tina feeding it too me then feeding me his tongue in an aggressive hot kiss. "Suck my tongue baby. Suck it into your mouth like you're going to to suck my cock. Show your Daddy how you going to suck his cock. Come on, baby, suck my tongue." Fuck yes, I thought as I wrapped my lips around his long tongue sucking it deep into my mouth and taking it like a cock, working his tongue over and then sliding my tongue in his mouth as I convinced myself that I was fuckin' hungry for some cock and cum. He pushed me away, holding me with both his paws hard against the brick wall. "It's time baby, time for you to taste some man meat. You ready to gag on some thick cock boy? 'Cause I ain't stopping sliding my cock down your throat until my balls are slapping on your chin!" The poppers appear under my nose and he stuffed his tongue in my ear and whispered, "Snort baby, snort it up cause you're about to get throat-fucked by my big black dick. Snort it, baby. Snort it up hard!" The poppers kicked-in big time and Daddy stepped back, grabbing both my nipples in his hands, pulling down roughly until I find he had put his big tool back in his pants. It's huge hard outline was in my face and he began to grind his crotch in my face. He grabbed a handful of my hair and leered down at me, kneeling in front of him, high as a fucking kite. His lust was becoming unleashed and, as he slowly unzipped his pants, he whispered "You ready boy? You ready to worship some serious black cock, boy?" I don't get to answer as he slid two, then three fingers into my mouth and as deep down my throat as he could reach. Three became four, and with that I gagged as my throat was filled with his fingers. With that he whispered "Fuck yes, lube for my cock boy. I love throat-cum when I fuck a white boy's throat. I love to make him gag. Now, suck my fucking cock boy. Suck it like you want it all down your throat.” I was on my knees, my mouth open - and then I saw his cock. It was massive. It was thick and rock hard. A cock massive in length, maybe 12.5 inches, a thick mushroom head that oozed precum. He had one of those big beer-can shaped cocks with a huge cock ring wrapped around low hanging bull balls. I looked up and saw him staring down at me with a real look of lust in his eyes as he began to slid he cock into my mouth, slowly an inch at a time and then pulling it out to slap it across my face, rub the tip over my lips and then back into my mouth again. "Yeah, baby, suck on Daddy's cock. You don't know it yet but you walked down an alley that leads to the backdoor of my party palace, my dungeon and playroom. Right now there is a full-on fuck fest going on behind that big steel door, and you're going to be the meat I throw to all the fuckin' hung tigers in there. You ever been a gang bang boy? No? Good, 'cause we're all gonna fuck your white pussy and turn you into a cum dump until all your holes are filled with cum." He was telling me this as he went deeper and deeper down my throat with that cock. He seemed to know exactly when to feed me more poppers and then more of his cock. "But before I take you in to the pit, I going to take a ride down your throat then impale you with this cock until you got my loads up your ass and filling your belly!" I cannot help but be overcome by wave after wave of sexual lust, lusting for more of his cock, lusting to taste his cum, to feel his cock shooting big blasts of hot cum up my ass. Fuck yes, I was into the cock-sucking zone and I took both his hands on put them on the back of my head. "Fuck yeah, boy, you want me to force this cock down your throat, don't you?" I could only gag in agreement as he started to slowly work that gigantic cock in my throat. I felt it when it started to open my throat up. He knew what he was doing. In between feeding me another inch of cock, he fed me poppers, and then, when his cock was fully lodged in my throat, he pulled my head to his crotch, slowly but forcefully. Holy fuck, it felt like his cock was all the way into my stomach. I couldn't breath and just let him slide his cock until I felt his balls on my chin. I forced my tongue between my stretched open lips and began tonguing his balls, he groaned and began to slid his cock from deep down my throat until just the thick head was in my mouth. "Look at me boy, I want to see your eyes while I go balls deep again. I wanna see you lusting for my cock boy. I wanna hear you begging for me to feed you my cum boy. Here it comes, boy. Oh fuck yeah. Fuckin' take my dick boy. Yeah, it's gonna go all the way down your throat. Come on suck it, slut. Suck my fuckin' cock you fucking cock pig!" I started to deep-throat every inch, taking it from the head all the way to the root, doing my best to tongue-lash his huge ball sac. Both his hands on my head he began to deep fuck my throat taking his cock all the way out until I was sucking on his hard mushroom head and then sliding it all the way deep into my throat. He stopped for a moment and began rubbing his cock all over my face and slapping my face with his monster cock. "want some precum" as he jerked his cock off in my face and told me to open my mouth while he squeezed enough precum into my mouth it was like he was cumming. then he fed me more poppers and started to really deep fuck my mouth until my throat slim dripped off my chin. But after a few more minutes of me working his beautiful cock with my mouth and throat, I felt him tugging at my waist. "If I let you do that much longer, I’ll be cumming down your throat and all over your face! Is that what you want? You want this huge load of cum all over your face and filling your mouth?" "Fuck yes, Daddy! Fuck my mouth deep. Feed me that hot load! I want to swallow all your jizz! Fuckin' feed it to me!" With that he ordered me me to suck him harder, and likewise ordered me to tug at his balls. Doing so, I could tell he was getting close, and for that matter I could feel his cock, fully-lodged in my throat, was getting harder and thicker. He groaned continuously, and then he yanked his cock from my throat, and he jerked himself, he ordered me to open my mouth. I complied just in time to swallow blast after blast of his hot, thick cum. It exploded from his cock and covered my face with the first few ropes, then he put the head in my mouth as he keep jerking the big black cock off until cum overflowed out of my mouth. Even as I swallowed his massive hot loads, his cock keep shooting until he pulled out and shot even more cum all over my face all the while slapping his cock on my tongue and lips. I swallowed it all and then he forced his cock back deep into my throat and finished cumming but told me to keep sucking him as he was still rock hard. "Fuck yes, you hot cock sucking cum slut. Just what I love. I'm gonna feed you so fuckin' much cum in all your holes. Your belly will be full and your ass dripping. Now get up here and let me get you high so I can really turn you into my cum dump slut."

Moving in with Dad Todd never knew his Father when he was growing up. His Dad, Jeff, had knocked-up Todd's Mom back when the two of them were in high school and since they lived in a small, ultra church-going town, she was not going to have an abortion. Todd's mother raised him on her own until she suddenly died midway through his senior year of high school. His maternal grand parents wanted to take him in, but state law gave Jeff primary responsibility for Todd's care, so once Jeff was apprised of the situation, he gladly took Todd in to live with him in a town in the adjoining county. The first few days for Todd in his Father's were, quite naturally, somewhat awkward, but the two found a comfortable routine. Todd was particularly pleased when he realized his Father was far less controlling than his Mother had been, so Todd found himself enjoying a sense of freedom which he never experienced with his Mother, especially when Jeff guided Todd through the process of getting a driver's license and in providing a car which Todd could use to drive to and from school, as well use as around town. Todd even felt the freedom to explore more of himself. From an early age Todd had sensed he was gay, but given the ultra-conservative character of his Mother's family and the town in which he and she had lived, he suppressed any exploration of his sexuality. Living with his Father, on the other hand, was a different story, and Todd quickly found a himself a friend at school, David, with whom he could let his guard down and be himself. Quickly David and Todd were spending a fair amount of time together, and, given Jeff was often out on weekend evenings, Todd was able to host. The first night they hung out Todd received and gave his first blow job, in the process swallowing David's load, which was Todd's first experience in tasting cum. The following week David got Todd to fuck him, and as David never used condoms, the fuck session was bareback. Naturally David bred Todd's hole, maintaining condoms ruined a good sexual experience for both the top and bottom. On Todd's 18th birthday came around, Jeff took him out for a nice dinner, and the following Friday night, when Jeff was on the road, David introduced Todd to a strange glass pipe, showing Todd how to take a hit off of it. Now, Todd had never explored any recreational substances, but having enjoyed everything David had suggested they explore up to date, it wasn't a stretch to get him to try smoking a bowl or two. That night, however, somewhat unexpected, Jeff came home early, entering the house quietly to avoid awakening his son. Moving soundlessly down the hallway, Jeff passed Todd's door, which was slightly ajar, the glow of a television providing the only light in the vicinity. However, before Jeff had completely passed the doorway, he registered a slight hint of movement which arrested Jeff, compelling him to pause to understand what he was seeing. Then, through the gap between the door and the door frame, Jeff registered Todd was 'entertaining' David, and that David on Todd's bed, on all fours, and that Todd was behind him and that both boys were naked. Standing discretely in the shadows, Jeff smiled and thought to himself, "Like father, like son," and, this same reaction extended to seeing Todd light up and heat the bowl. At this exact moment, David chanced to glance back at Todd, and in so doing, caught a glimpse of Jeff. The two briefly locked eyes, and then Jeff discretely and quietly moved down the hall, heading for his own bedroom. David, however, was not as sang froid as Jeff, and slid off of Todd's cock saying "Todd, your Dad just walked down the hallway and saw us!" "You sure?" Todd asked, even as David dressed. "Yeah, absolutely. Sorry, guy, but I'm out of here. We'll talk later." After David left Todd thew on some mesh basketball shorts and, taking a deep breath, walked down the hallway to see his father, whose bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a light was burning. Before Todd could knock his father called out in an even voice, "Come on in, Todd." Not knowing what to expect, Todd complied, finding his Father in the bathroom doing something with the water running. "Todd, make yourself comfortable, I'll be right out," Jeff called. A few seconds later Jeff walked into the bedroom, shocking Todd in the process: Jeff was butt ass naked. Todd was not so shocked, however, not to think 'Man, Dad has a great body, and I guess I have Dad's cock'. In fact, Todd couldn't help but stare at his Father. Although 35 Jeff's body was quite muscular, and his cock was a full eight inches, even soft. Moving his line of sight up to his Father's face, Todd relaxed somewhat. Clearly his Father wasn't outraged or distraught, in fact he looked quite cool. 'He's probably going to give me a safe sex talk', Todd thought. What he didn't expect was Jeff's opening question "So, how do you like fucking David?" Although a bit startled at the opening question, Todd had presence of mind to answer honestly "It's great, Dad, I love fucking David." "And what about the pipe?" Todd wasn't on uncertain ground how to best answer, but Jeff made it easy when he set the stage saying "I sure like smoking sand glass pipe. Don't you?" The Jeff really blew Todd away when he asked "Todd, would you like to get high with me? The stuff I have will blow you away." Todd didn't have to actually answer his Father. Rather Jeff approached with a rubber strap, a syringe loaded with some liquid, and an alcohol wipe. Jeff put the rubber strap on Todd's left bicep, and then used the alcohol wipe to wipe-down Todd's inner elbow, and then, still not having said a word, Jeff took the syringe in hand, pulling the cap off with his teeth, then sinking the needle in a fat vein in Todd's inner elbow, withdrew the plunger, drawing forth a drop of blood before emptying the content of the syringe into Todd. Just before Jeff removed the rubber strap was "Todd you'll probably feel a surge of warmth, followed by a chemical taste in the back of your throat and then you'll probably cough a couple times, then you'll feel your heart race and your breath will also increase. Just ride the rush, relax and enjoy the experience."

Picture says it all... one of my biggest turn-ons is having a totally submissive guy between my legs, worshipping my cock and balls while I feed him poppers at MY discretion. Let me turn you into a sex-hungry animal with my cock down your throat while I force you to hit that bottle until you lose all control. Whoring you out and having guys fuck you in the ass in a bathhouse or hotel room while I drill your throat is even more of a turn-on. Would love to find a guy and use him until he can't even perform sexually without poppers. Want to talk about it? Hit me up.

My name is Ryan. I am twenty years old, 5’10”, 145 pounds, brown hair and hazel eyes. I’ve been living on my own ever since I came out to my parents when I was 18. They abruptly threw me out. I was lucky to have an older bf, Mike, who was able to take me in to live with him. I never see my parents and rarely see my younger half brother Tyler (we have different mothers and the same father). My bf is twenty-three, 6” tall, 180 pounds of pure muscle, blond hair and blue eyes and poz. We’ve been living together for over two years now and since Mike was poz, I showed my love for him by getting pozzed. He took me to a pozzing party where I was put in a sling and fucked and impregnated by every guy there. I lost count, but my bf didn’t, he said I took thirty loads over two days. On this particular Friday night, my bf and I were invited to another pozzing party where some guy get pozzed, either knowingly on purpose, like I did, or unknowingly. The bottom is restrained in the sling for all to fuck him. Drugs are always involved, especially for the guy getting seeded, it’s somethimes the only way to get those “unwilling” boys to go along. These sessions can be real intense and a lot of fun. It’s also a chance to hang out and see our friends in the neighborhood. So I am sure you’d understand when I was a little shocked to discover that my younger brother was there sitting with our party host (and one of my closest friends), Eddie, and was surrounded by a group of guys I knew well enoug to know that my brother did not belong here with this crowd. Since my bf and brother had never met, I sent Mike over to find out what was going on and why my brother was there. Mike went over and Eddie introduced them. They all chatted and then Mike came back over to where I was on the other side of the room. Mike told me that our host introduced him as Randy and that he was our 'entertainment'. He went on to add that Randy was apparently a virgin and wants to experience all he can tonight, sexually and socially. I asked my bf to get our host, that I wanted to talk to him before any of the party events began. When Eddie came over I told him that Randy was actually my 18 year old half brother Tyler. I never knew he was gay and before anyone seeds his ass I wanted to talk to him in private. This was nothing new to have some guy coming to a party like this and not give his real name. I asked Eddie if he and Mike could get Randy down into the sling and let me talk to him one on one before the real party events begin. If Tyler really wanted to go through with this I wanted to be the one to give him his slam and the first to impregnate him. Eddie agreed it was only fair to find this all out since he was my brother. Eddie and Mike walked over and I saw the trio disappear down the stairs leading to the basement playroom our host has. I slowly made my way down the stairs as I heard my brother commenting on how cool the room was. Then they asked if he wanted to sit in the sling. My little brother said sure and hopped in the sling. He asked about the restraints and Eddie explained that when the guy in the sling is restrained he can be more at ease with his arms and legs out of the way. When I heard the click of the restraints I hit the bottom of the stairs. Tyler and I made eye contact and when my brother saw me he had an expression you only get when you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. He attempted to talk his way out, acting all macho and saying that he was there to support a friend who was gay. When I told him I saw him making out with another guy he knew he was busted. Eddie and Mike left us allone to talk as I asked him point blank, “What the fuck are you doing here? Are you gay or just curious? Why did you come to a party like this?” His only defence came when he admited to me that he thought about guys a lot. He told me that he tried to get with chicks before but never could get hard, but when he thought about guys he was hard as a rock, “Ryan, I have known I was gay ever since I was in junoir high. I have been scared to tell anyone ever since Dad threw you out. After what happened to you I couldn’t tell anyone, not even you.” He figured he was gay and thought this would be a good way to experience everything he could. “What do you mean by a party like this? What kind of a party do you mean?” “You do know that this is a barebacking sex party where there would be a good chance you might get pozzed.” Tyler simply shrugged his shoulders and said, “I didn’t know. Eddie never told me that, We just talked about a sex party.” Well I was going to prove to him that you can never be too careful when you end up at a party like this one. My brother looked at me and asked, “Ryan, are you poz?” “Yeah Ty, about two years now. Mike is also. I decided to demonstrate my love to him by letting him take me to a similar party held here shortly after Dad threw me out.” “You don’t look poz bro.” “Well I am Ty, and if you stick around here you will be too, is that what you want?” Tyler looked me dead in the eye and said one thing, “God no!" All of a sudden the thought of cheming up my little bro and pozzing him had me turned on. I don’t understand nor can I explain it, but I was hard and dripping. I went back up stairs and left Tyler down stairs. I shut the door so no one would go down there just yet. I spoke to Eddie and Mike and told them that I was going back down, to chem up Randy and impregnate him. I asked Mike to join me and asked Eddie to give us some time alone with him before the rest of the guests jon us. Eddie agreed to my proposal. I grabbed Mike and my goody bag and headed back down to the basement playroom. Once I was down there I began to cut Tyler’s clothes away as he began to protest “HEY! WHAT THE FUCK”. That’s when Mike slipped the ball gag in his mouth. I looked down on my little bro and told him, “You came here and now you’re going to get what more then you bargin for Ty!” Ty shook his head and pleaded with his eyes and the last of his clothes, his boxers, were cut off and removed. His hard cock was evident before I removed the boxers, now it was exposed for us to see. It was proof that Tyler was enjoying what was being done to him. Once I had Tyler naked, I pulled a few things from my goody bag that I always bring to these parties: Viagra, a rig, saline and Tina. I took a couple Viagra and gave Mike the same amount. I know how Tina can be at times. Then I prepared the point that I was planing to share with Mike and my brother. Tyler watched with fascination as I put the white powder in the syringe, added some starile saline then put tubing around my arm and Mike’s. I then swabbed both arms with alcohol (the reason some partiers get infections and track marks is that they aren’t careful when they slam). I told my brother “Watch me” as I stuck the needle in my arm, pulled back a bit then plunged a little less then half the slam into my arm, then I hit Mike’s arm, but beore I removed the needle I pulled some blood back into the syringe. Then it was back to my arm to get some of my blood. “Now it’s your turn little bro.” As my brother watched, I stuck the needle in his arm, drew back a little bit of blood to make sure I hit the vein and plunged it all in his arm. “It’s too late to change your mind little bro, our blood will be mixing in your veins, taking the bug with it.” The ball gag was removed and I leaned down to kiss my brother on the mouth as I pulled the tubbing off both our arms at the same time. I knew exactly when the slam hit Tyler, I could feel him loose his breath and felt the cough as he was getting the high I was forcing on him. Now my naked brother lay in the sling, breathing heavily with a glazed look in his eyes. I gave him a couple Viagra to help him keep the hard on he had through this process. Then I turned my attentions to Tylers hole. I nelt down and began to eat his cunt. Tyler immediately began to moan, and wiggle around. Mike stood next to Ty’s head and got him to suck his hard, dripping dick. I continued to lick and nibble at my brother’s hole, Then I began to finger him: one, then two, and soon enough four fingers slid easily in him. When I stuck my fourth finger in his cunt, I knew if I continued I could get a fist in him with some work. I pulled my fingers out and stood up, looked Tyler in the eyes and slowly slid my cock in balls deep. He threw his head back and moaned as I began to fuck him. He looked back up at me and I knew what he wanted. No words need be spoken, he was asking to be imprengated. I asked my brother if this was the first time he had ever been fucked. He replied with a simple yes. I was so turned on to know I was the one who took my brother’s virginity in so many ways. I began fucking him slowly, almost pulling my eight inch cut cock all the way out, before slowly sliding back in all the way. Before I knew it, I was pounding away at Tyler’s hole, long dicking him, pulling all the way out before I slammed back in. Tyler’s moan grew louder as his dick began to leak precum. With little warning Tyler’s cock erupted spewing his neg load all over his belly. The spasming of his hole around my dick sent me over the edge and I shot a weeks-worth of poz seed inside his hole. Now our DNA was bound in more ways then just being half-brothers. After I pulled out I stuck my fingers in his hole to massage my seed into the walls of his ass. My fingers were sliding in so easily I couldn’t help myself, and I began to work four fingers in him. Then I slid in my thumb and with a little bit of encouragement from Mike, I slid my fist inside his hole. My brother was in pig heaven. He truly found himself. After I worked my fist inside his hole for a few minutes I knew I had to make way for the next poz top to seed Tyler. Mike stepped up and slid his cock in my brother and as Mike pounded away with his nine inch, thick tool, I leaned into my brother and kissed him, deeply and passionately and told him, “Welcome to the club little brother.” Then I yelled up the stairs “The little bitch is ready.” Everyone came down and began to strip around us. Before too long Mike yelled out he was cumming and shot a weeks-worth of seed deep inside Tyler. After Mike, Eddie took his turn and the party was in full swing. I kept Tyler well supplied with Tina throughout the party and by the time Sunday afternoon came he was well seeded. He even took a double penetration from Mike and me. A few weeks later Ty called me when he got a bad case of the flu. A month later I took him to get his very first HIV test and when it came back poz we celebrateed by going to the baths. We found some unsuspecting newbie for Tyler to fuck. The kid admitted to being a virgin. Ty gave the kid a similar story and they went off to fuck. I found them later in our room where I slipped the kid a little bit of tina in a booty bump along side my little bro’s dick. After Ty seeded him, I took my turn. The kid had no clue what was going on, but before he knew it, he had take two charged loads.

Last month, during the month of October, I spent a few days in L.A. and I hosted several gangbangs where I was the only bottom, taking anonymous loads. The total load count was about 100, and the most I got in any given day was around 30 loads. I can't describe how amazing the experience was. Afterwards my hole oozed cum for two days. This was my first true experience as a cumdump for for so many guys! And, although I'm not an American, I hope to pick-up where I left off when I next travel to America. Sadly I don't have pictures or videos. A few guys took some but haven't sent them to me, so if you happen to be one of those guys to have pics or videos, please let me know. I'd love to have some to remember the experience. Who knows? Maybe next time I'll end-up with a video take that I can upload for everyone to enjoy. If you have any questions, feel free to ask By the way, my nickname on the Breeding.Zone is the same I use on BBRT.

Several weeks ago, I met an extremely hot black guy at work. I teach at a college, and we are in the same area. He is a Phd student, but the two of us are not academically associated. After we first met, I saw him on Grindr, and immediately got rock hard. His profile indicated that he is interested in "power bottoms." My lucky day! I hit him up and we started a normal conversation. After a short while, I threw caution to the wind and made a couple of suggestive comments, and he seemed interested. I explained to him that I was a bottom that enjoyed being used, and that I could take what ever he had to offer me. He said that he would be interested in testing that out sometime. We exchanged various pics and talked some more, but we both had to move on to other things, so we left things kind of up in the air. He did agree that I should call him "Sir" and he would refer to me as his "boy," but when working, it would be strictly professional. After that, I didn't come across him on Grindr that often - in fact he seemed to have always have been on many hours before I had. He's a busy Phd student, so I know he doesn't have much time for playing around. I always see him at our weekly meeting, but I keep my distance and remain professional. Even though he isn't my student, we are in the same department, and I don't want to make him uncomfortable, or alert my colleagues to any inappropriate behavior. But, he is extremely good looking... he's rather short, and has a very well-defined chest. Frankly, just looking at him he makes me rather hard. This past week-end, our department had a number of activities that kept us all extremely busy, and all of us in close proximity to one another, and close proximity to this hot young man got the best of me. In our first Grindr conversation, we exchanged email addresses, so as the weekend was coming to a close, I emailed him and asked him when he would be free to use my hungry hole for his pleasure. He said that he was free most weekday evenings. Well, I couldn't wait for that, so I asked him if he was free that very night, to which he said he was free after 11:00. My response was that I became instantly hard, and had to walk from my car to my office with an obvious hard-on. After all of the activities for the day had concluded, and no one else was around, I took time to go to the private restroom and clean my hole out as I wanted to be sure to be totally clean and ready for his hard cock. After I was cleaned out well enough, I put on my cock ring and a jock strap. Then I took a dry-erase marker and wrote "CUM DUMP" on my ass - which is quite a challenge when trying to write backwards in the mirror! When he finally emailed me to let me know he was on his way, I jarred the door to the office suite where my office is located, and also jarred the door to my office. I knew it would take him at least 10 minutes to get there, so imagine my surprise when I heard the outer office door creak as someone else opened it. I jumped up off the floor (I was in position on all fours facing away from the door), and made sure whomever it was coming didn't see me. I threw on my running short and threw the door open - it was the janitor! He was as surprised to see me as I was to see him. While I covered well, and had a short conversation with him, I could tell that he was curious as to what was going on. At the same time, I got an email from my hot Phd top saying he'd be another 20-30 minutes. I then thought that I should take advantage of the situation... The janitor is kind of hot, stocky ginger-headed guy who obviously played foot ball or wrestled in high school. He was obviously curious and wanted to see what was going on in my office. He also may well have seen my hard cock through my shorts and jock. In any event, he said he'd be right back, as he needed to grab something off of his cart out in the hallway. "Okay," I replied, adding "I'm just in here working. You should just come on in and help yourself." While he was out in the hallway, I left my office door open and got back into position, so when he came back in, he saw my ass in the air with 'CUM DUMP' on it. His reaction was an 'Oh Fuck'! He entered the office, closed the door and immediately started playing with my hungry hole, asking if I sucked cock. "Sure," I replied, "on two conditions: first, you must order me to do so, and second, you must agree to slide your fully erect cock in my hole and shoot your hot load inside my ass." He readily agreed to both! I sucked his cock (it was already ROCK HARD), and then after a while asked him to breed my slutty whore ass. He got behind me, I took a big hit of poppers, and then he lubed up his cock and my hole and slid right in. I knew that once he was balls deep in my ass that it wouldn't take him long before he was exploding in my hungry ass, and I was right. Within a minute or so he gave me a huge load, pulled out and started to try to wipe off his cock, I protested and insisted that he let me clean him off with my mouth. MMMM he was hot and had a great cock. After he get fully dressed, he thanked me and said he hoped that we could do it again sometime. I told him that I'd be working late two other nights this coming week, and I'd be sure to be on all fours, waiting for his load. In the meantime, my hot Phd top was on his way. With one load already in my hole, I was totally primed and ready to be used like the slutty cum whore that I am. He came in and found me in position, and immediately got down behind me and slid his tongue into my hole. He was totally surprised that I had cum in my hole, but was totally into it. I told him that I'd tell him about how that came to be after he was finished making me his whore. He ate my ass for quite some time, and then began to finger fuck me. Normally, I can't take a guy sliding his rough digits into my hole, but he was gentle and really knew how to work an ass. He was teasing me, and then finally decided to give me his thick, hard, black cock. He pounded my ass for at least 45 minutes, and twice came in my hole. For the second load, he flipped me over on my back and asked that I play with his nipples. With only took a few seconds of my playing with his nipples he shot a second huge load in my hungry hole. As we were cleaning up, we made small talk and then parted ways. He emailed me a short time afterward and said that he hoped I enjoyed it, and he would love to breed my ass again sometime. I informed him that I was at his disposal, ready and willing to serve him and his amazing big black cock whenever he needed me.

Working on being a better cumdump so I took three loads yesterday. The first was this cute Latino guy who happened to be around my age. Unlocked my private pics on Scruff and he was begging to load me up after his appointment in the city. He was too cute to say 'no' to so I waited at home with a dildo up my hole until he got to me. Almost immediately he started kissing me, which gets me going. I pull down his pants and he's got the most *glorious* cock I've ever seen (in the past 72 hours). I suck on it for a bit before he's asking to be inside me. Fast forward 2 hours of slow, sensual fucking and he blows a load in me. I'm thinking he's going to get dressed and leave but he pulls out and proceeds to eat his own load out of me, and then cuddles me. Was nice and hot but was hoping to keep that in for later. Later that night, after traveling a hour from Brooklyn to Queens I got fucked stupid by another Scruff guy I met that day that wants to be my Daddy. Which is great and all but I needed to see how he fucked first. I was not disappointed. He completely ravaged my hole many times over and I'm pretty sure my legs were shaking at one point. He talked A LOT through the whole thing which is kind of a turn off but he emptied two loads into me within two minutes of each other. I thanked him for the great night and ran home to make a video of me pushing the load out. With due time I guess I'll be able to hold more in me.

I totally agree with Tiger on this ask permission before, I've got some posted up on Xtube with a fuck mate too but he & i both knew what was happening & where it was going to get uploaded, No faces were shown.

I agree with Tiger and cumslut23, but I must admit I do like the secretly recorded stuff on Xtube (hotel hookups etc). As long as the recorded guy's face is not visible it's OK on Xtube. But then again I do like to see the fucker's and bottom's faces ;-) I was once in a threeway and spitroast. They said they would film and take pics. Only got the pics. Never knew if one of them also made a video. To my knowledge that was the only time pics were taken when I got fucked.

I was one of the under-18s seeking out older men though I'd already managed to find plenty at the local park.. Once I read a 'room available for rent' ad in the paper looking for a 'broadminded' person to share. I thought broad-minded must mean gay (as well as possible stoner lol) so at age 16 I headed to this address and knocked on the door, answered by a maybe 35yr old, solid-built guy. I said I was there responding to the ad and he said 'for the room?' and I said 'no for the fuck'. I told him I'd read a 'for a good time, come to *address*' graffiti on some toilet wall. He was confused but said I'd better come inside, maybe for a coffee, and came up with the idea that his ex-flatmate who'd left on bad terms must have written the graffiti. Anyway my scheme worked perfectly as it wasn't too much longer before I was on my back in his bedroom. He introduced me to poppers for the first time, which helped a lot since he was pretty thickly hung.

If your cunt is full and someone starts fucking you it comes out. As long as you are comfortable with leaking (which is a great turn on for me especially on the way home from a big party or waking up in the morning with your bed sheets ruined) there can never be enough cum.

In my opinion, only an a**hole would secretly videotape someone without their consent. Why not just ask them? They might say yes. If you are ever violated in any way - e.g. your identity is stolen, somebody spots the camera and beats the shit out of you - you won't deserve anybody's sympathy. Certainly not mine.

Last month, during October i spent a few days in L.A. and i hosted several gangbangs on me, where i was the only bottom, taking loads anonymously. The total loads count was about 100. The most i had for a day was around 30 loads. Can't say how amazing it was! my hole kept pulling cum out for 2 days after! Actually, it was my first time as a true cumdump for so many guys! and i hope to continue doing this in my next trips to the US (i am not from there unfortunately). Also, i don't have pictures or videos, a few guys took some but didn't send .. (so if you are one of them, let me know, i would love to keep some memories). Maybe next time i will video tape it so everyone will enjoy ! If you have any questions, feel free to ask Btw, my nickname here is the same as mine on BBRT

Got home from work and had a notification that I had a package (foreshadowing!). I took the elevator down and started walking to the lobby when a cute 30ish latino turned the corner. We locked eyes and kept staring until we passed. I turned to look at him and he had turned and was smiling back. We slowly stopped... then started walking towards each other. I asked if he lived here, and he said he was meting a friend and pointed to some take out he carrying. We stood there awkwardly for a few seconds and I tried to ask him some other questions but there was a bit of a language barrier. Finally I asked if he wanted to come to my place, and he nodded yes. I told him to come by my apartment, and he said he would in just a minute. I was curious how this was going to go down. I left my door unlocked, and five minutes later he let himself in and locked the door behind him. He was holding a beer and told me he told his friend he'd be right back. Trusting friend! We made small talk for about 2 minutes until there was more awkward silence... so I just reached forward and grabbed his bulge. He ginned, chugged his beer, and let me undo his pants. I was on my knees in a second sucking a surprisingly large uncut cock. He finished his beer and started stripping, and I directed him to the bedroom. I started to suck him again but I think he was going to cum too quick, so he pointed me to the bed, let me lube him up, and then started pushing and pounding at my hole. No foreplay for this guy. I tried to slow him down but he was in a rush to get back to his friend. Pounded me rough for about five minutes before cumming. He jumped in the shower, put on his clothes, gave me his number, and ran. Told me he'd see me next week.

This week I’ve been venting some of my emotional frustrations on really nasty, emotionally detached anon sex. The other night I went out with the intention of taking loads in my ass in various trashy ways. I cleaned out, went downtown and made my first stop at the blue store in Chelsea. I went into the booth area and picked out the booth where I always get fucked in. the last one on the far right, It’s not my favorite spatially, but its nestled in a corner and I think guys find it more private somehow, we’re in a cum stained back room of a video store but I kind of get it. I always slut-out in that one. I wore sweat pants for easy redressing and a white T, dark denim jacket— I look good in white T-shirts, I feel clean and comfortable. I took the whole outfit off once my first cock came into view. And it was a heavy fat one. White, cut 8inches thick, and veiny. His body wasn’t ripped but he had a flat tummy and low hanging balls shaved. I squatted to my knees and started sucking nasty. I wanted to taste every inch of this cock. I was ravenous. He loved it; making those really low grunting sounds. After I felt globs of spit hanging off his cock I knew he was lubed enough by my mouth to slide into my body raw. I wanted this raw cock to penetrate me. I wanted to fuck myself onto him, feel every thrust of his spit-lubed stranger dick. I don’t know this man at all and even if I saw him on the street I couldn’t recognize him. This is to me one of the sleaziest acts of sex one can ever commit. To take a strangers cock into your ass raw, one who’s face you’ve never seen or only bits and flashes of a chin, a smile, in the dark back room. A face only lit by porn playing in a video store booth. Completely anon and definitely the filthiest in terms of disease. We use each other as vessels for cum here. I hadn’t offered my hole up here for a while but had made plenty of deposits, but I was always a much better cumdump than top. I spit on my hand and opened my ass up. I took a huge hit of my poppers and let the waves take over me. When I felt the light throbbing of my ass heat against his wet stranger cock I slid my puckered ass lips around his head. I kept sliding and relaxing my asshole around his cock. I felt myself tense up and hit the poppers again medicating my hole to submission for the cock. I spread my cheeks open with my hands and pushed him into my body. The rush of being a sick faggot hits me right then and there as I feel my ass hit the booth partition wall. I pull myself up and slide him out slowly. I imagine my ass sucking his cock. I pull all the way off up until the very tip and slide down quickly onto him impaling myself. I kept doing this and felt for his responses. The subtle signs of gloryhole sex: You read your partners pleasure with slight motions. I pushed my ass against the partition and let him fuck me for a while. And he fucked me hard and rough. I liked to ram all the way in. I just held the wall in front of me watching myself in the faint reflection of the dark plastic booth. I looked like a whore, and I felt like one. I smiled. Then I felt hit the poppers again and started to meet his thrusts. As he backed off me I met him on his thrust into me. We synched up and I heard him hit his poppers—that’s my cue, and I hit my iron horse. Then he started to spasm and I felt it. The poppers were making my head spin and I could feel his sperts each hot rope of jizz blasting my on the inside. This random cock, this disgusting faggot shooting into another fag cumhole. It’s a dehumanizing experience that becomes addictive. He unloaded and started to soften. I clenched my ass around his dick and milked the rest out. When I pulled off he was still hard enough to suck so I did. I took his cock straight from my ass and into my mouth and cleaned him off like a good public gloryhole cumdump does. He pulled himself back in then seeing he was a little sensitive. And before I was able to get back up, he squatted down and looked me dead in the face. My light popped back on then letting me know my dollar was up. He could see me entirely just then. A young guy, white with freckles and blue eyes, gym body but small in stature crouched down on the floor with his stranger cum in his ass and cock/ass scum coating his mouth. He smiled at me. A white guy, late 40’s slightly potbellied light scruff, fairly hairless and really skinny legs and face. He kept smiling and then grabbed my head bringing his hands onto my side of the partition. He pulls me in and tells me to open my mouth. I do. He spits right into my mouth. I swallowed it. “Faggot slut” he said “keep those babies warm for me.” I took one more load from a small cocked man right after. The little ones hurt and this annoyed me, but I felt like he was roughing me up along my anus and I wanted him to fuck the first load deeper into my body. I knew from the way he looked and treated me like a piece of faggot ass that the sperm churning in my gut was poz. The little cock spewed his own load into my asshole and I could see them mixing. Sloshing around in the cavity of my ass just holding that cum cocktail inside me. I went to bed without showering. I had just gotten comfortable in my covers and then I involuntarily released an enormous amount of cum from my ass. I thought it had all absorbed in me by then but I had an extremely creamy slimy ass. I fingered myself some while jerking off and came so hard I thought I would pass out. I woke up in crusty sheets.

Oh Fuck! This bottom sounds just like me. He wanted that cock and load so bad you could feel it.

Yesterday morning. I woke up horny as hell and answered an ad on craigslist. Some guy wanting to fuck ass in his complex laundry room. It was in a sketchy part of town...but I needed to get fucked. I found his complex, parked and headed towards the building he described thinking how long will it take them to find my dead body. This place was scary. When I rounded the corner there was a young tatted and braided thug waiting. He asked if I was the faggot looking to get fucked and when I said yes, he pushed me towards the laundry room. It was as nasty as the outside. He pushed me against a washer and told be to drop my pants. As soon as I did he was fingering spit into my ass. Then on his cock before ramming it in me. Never saw his dick but knew he had a mushroom head the way it popped in my hole. The thug was brutal. No finesse just rough pounding my ass, calling me faggot as he rammed his dick in me. Must have kept up for 10 minutes or more before he came slamming is dick deep I me. Then he yanked his dick out and told me to clean it. I got down on my knees and started licking his dick. I was right about the mushroom head. And loved tasting his load and my ass juice on it. He grabbed my head and started face fucking me when the door opened and in walked a guy with a laundry basket. He saw what was going on and left. But a couple minutes later he was back and watched me gag on the rough face fucking I was getting from the thug. The thug liked being watched because he really started raping my throat and calling me names til he shot his load. It was a big one, so I knew my ass had a big load in it too if this was load two. He pulled out and left me there on my knees. The other guy walked up, dropped his sweat pants and fed me his cock. And I sucked him off in no time. Not as rough and a sweeter tasting load. I got up, got dressed and headed to the car. The thug was waiting for me. He said the next time he fucks my faggot ass its $20. I asked him to explain and he said he'd fuck me any time but it would cost me $20. I said OK and got out of there. His load dripped out of my sore ass all day...so it might be money well spent the next time I need to get fucked!

NEVER! Best is when I am still leaking days later. Guess my ass is just always hungry for dick and cum.

is another part ever coming?

Uncut tops tend to shoot their loads quicker than cut tops

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

Extended story from earier, I met an older guy off of craigslist, low 60s, said he wanted to breed me multiple time. I get to his house, and we quickly undressed. I sort of laying on the bed sucking his cock, about 7in with huge low hanging balls. I'm completely into sucking his dick, trying to do my best. He reaches down and grabs my rock hard cock and starts jacking of off while I'm blowing him. After awhile he moves to my ass and starts fingering my hole, then goes back to jacking me off. I shoot my load while hes jacking me off, my cock stays rock hard and I tell him I need him to fuck me now. He lines his cock up my my hole and slowly pushes in. Once I got used to his cock I tell he that I need to fucked hard. After about ten min I get my first load. After he finishes cumming he spins me around and I suck his cock. getting him ready for round two. Once he is hard again I turn around on my hands and knees and me starts plowing my ass. I love it and cum at least one more time. After he loads me up We decide that I sould say hello to his room mates. So I go up stairs buck naked, rock hard, with a cum filled ass to say hello. They were taken aback to say the least. Was hoping that one of them would fuck me that night but didn't happen. When back downstairs and got another load on my hands a knees, loving every second of it. That was all he could give me so after that I left and rode the subway back home while on bbrt, squirt, and craigslist, hoping to find another person to breed me. Didn't happen but am going back to my fb house today and one of his room mates is going to fuck me as well. Can't wait!

I am curious about your THOUGHTS as you started having symptoms. Was it a near instant understanding that you had converted? Did you not make a strong connection between breeding and the illness until you were well into it. Was it as emotional as seeing the actual results of the test? No doubt, the concept of chasing and gift giving is both physical and mental. The results of converting are well documented. The current health choices required after becoming poz are well defined as well. What I am really interested in is how guys mentally change in this process....from the decision to pursue this taboo, the feeling after taking/giving poz cock, the first feeling when you believe you are converting, the recognition that you have converted and even after a number of years, how you feel about your decisions. The human mind is a powerful thing....understanding how fetish/taboo subjects are thought about is a real turn on to me.

I just went to an ABS in Honolulu. It was about 11am. There were 3 booths occupied when I got there. I peeked through all the glory holes, till I saw the dick I wanted to suck. It was a Hawaiian kid in his mid 20's. Nice 6"', uncut dick. I motioned through the hole that I wanted to suck. He quickly pushed his half hard dick through the hole. I sucked for about 5 minutes, then he filled my mouth with his hot load. I then went out into the hall to take a breather. The two booths directly across from me were both occupied. The red light was on above both doors. But I tried the door handle on one of the doors, and it was unlocked. So I stepped into the booth to find a 6'4", tall, muscular, black guy with his face pressed against the wall. Obviously he had his dick in the glory hole and was getting sucked by someone on the other side. I expected him to tell me to leave, but he just looked back at me and continued to let the guy on the other side of the wall suck him. I stepped inside his booth, turned and locked the door. Then the black guy pulled back from the glory hole and turned to me. His cock had to be 8"s hard and thick. I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked on him for several minutes, then he whispered, "Do you fuck?" "Hell yeah!" I said. I stood up and dropped my pants to the floor. Then I turned around, bent over and grabbed onto the chair. The hot black guy moved behind me and spit on my asshole a few times. Then he spit on his cock and pushed it up into me. I had to hold onto the chair extra tight, because he really started to pound my ass hard and deep. After 5 or 6 minutes of fucking, he finally slammed deeply into me and groaned as he filled my ass with his load. As we pulled our pants up, I could see the guy in the next booth, pressing his face to the hole. He had watched the tall, good looking black guy fucking me.

Mine took about a month, from the time I started meds until I did a test 4 weeks later (which came back undetectable). However, everybody is different. Bottom line: there's absolutely no way to give you an answer unless the guy gets his VL checked up. Some people have a sharp drop in VL in the beginning, then level off in the 50-1000 level for months before getting undetectable. Some people take years, or simply don't respond well to certain medications. Others get to undetectable in a matter of weeks. No one will have the respond or timeline to a given antiretroviral med.

CHPT 15 - Thug Gangbang: The BBGB – the Booty-Bandit-Gang-Bangers had welcomed me to their Pleasure Palace for a night of sin. Well, it was really more of a crack shed, but as I laid in the sling in the middle of the old garage with my legs cuffed to chains and my hole opened wide, I had to laugh at the echoes of the thugs’ voices as they chanted, “Little pig, little pig, let us in.” Yeah they were knocking down my ass walls for sure and right now I was open and my hole dripping from all of their TLC - thick long cock. So quick recap so far (but note: as this was written after the fact, at the time I did not remember all this): - My name is Mikey and this guy named Pa and his son Brett kidnapped me from my church teen group at a camp ground, left me at an adult book store called ROXIES to be trained, drugged, used as a teen whore, and have my memories wiped. - I have been turned into “Sissy”, that’s what Pa call me, and a sissy – a cock hungry cunt to take as much raw dick as possible for cash. - Oh and drugs too – Tina mostly but Pa has also been giving me my ‘vitamin’ shots, which is what fucked with my memory. - I got used in a rest area, team fucked by JD and his guys at some redneck farm, have taken buckets of carney cum since we arrived at the Texas State Fair, and most recently was turned into a drug mule in a deal made by this thug named Teddy who picks up trash and Pa. - Carter runs the gangs and drugs in this part of Dallas and likes a ‘cummy hole’, so his gangbangers have been making my ass sloppy. But I got paid, have lots of drugs, and more black dick than I could have wished for. - Then there’s Jenkins – the horse dick mother-fucking janitor at the Cotton Bowl stadium who fucks me anonymously every time I drop the drugs off. Tonight, three of Carter’s men who tag team fucked me this morning had come to the RV, had a show down with Pa, and dragged me to their crack-house garage to make me the chew toy for their wolf pack. “Welcome to the Pleasure Palace,” Master said as he dropped the tarp back over the garage door opening, walked to the middle of the room and lovingly stroked the welded steel frame that was the centerpiece. He was the biggest thug of the three and said he ‘owned’ my pussy now and I wanted him to. The way he moved, talked, even smoked his crack pipe just exuded sex, power, and dirtiness and made my ass cream in anticipation. “Ever been fucked in a sling?” he asked. I swallowed hard, shook my head, and the other two thugs gave a little whimper and growl at the same time. Master looked at me, smiled, and said, “Oh damn. This is better than I fucking imagined and trust, I have imagined all God damned day. Aight boys, any bets on when that hole taps out?” I anxiously stripped and kicked my clothes to the side, dug out my baggy of Tina, and snorted hard and deep until I started to sway on my feet. While blinking the burn away I held my hand steady as Master licked a finger, dipped it into my baggy, coated it thick in white powder, and smiled as he rammed two fingers into my wet and waiting hole and twisted it around. “AH YES – PLEASE!” I begged as he forced a second finger into my puckering hole, scraping the sides of my ass, making the burn lance deeper. I reached out to steady myself on the body of the thug closest to me and he swatted at my hand as my fingernails dug a bit into the flesh of his arm, “AYE WHAT THE FUCK BITCH! Ease off there. Don’t be O.D.ing on us now. We ain’t even started yet.” Master laughed, held his fingers in my ass as deep as they would go and replied, “Oh he’s alright. That pussy’s just feelin the burn. Give him a sec.” He was right and suddenly my whole body and mind became consumed with the need for dick so I started fumbling for the zipper of the thug I had grabbed, the hiss of metal sounding louder than it should as it opened and his long black dick plopped out. “See, I told you,” Master said, “Now work that throat up while I finish priming this hole.” I started to gag and spit ran down my chin as the thug I was sucking started to bang my throat as he clamped his hands around the side of my head. My ass was both numb and on fire and Master continued to finger me and I pushed my hole back onto his hand as much as I could to let him know I wanted something bigger and harder. “OPEN THAT FUCKING PUSSY UP FOR THIS NICCA DICK – THAT’S IT – SPREAD THEM PRETTY PINK LIPS FRONT AND BACK – OH JESUS FUCK – LITTLE PIG LET ME IN THERE,” Master growled as he plunged his monster shaft up my ass. Oh damn that felt so fucking good. “WATCH THE FUCKING TEETH!” the thug snarled before slapping me hard upside the head and yanking his dick out of my mouth’s grasp. Master laughed, I looked up a little and said, “My bad,” and reached for his dick, but he stepped away mumbling, picked up his crack pipe and began hitting it as Master continued to hit my ass. I straightened up a little, reached back, and grabbed Master’s hips while I ground my ass around trying to corkscrew him deeper inside me. My mouth was not empty long as the other thug who had been watching quickly filled it with his own hard dick and once again I was spit roasted. “AIIGHT NOW, GET READY FOR THIS BLACK SEED, BEND THOSE FUCKING KNEES A LITTLE – THAT’S RIGHT – BEND THOSE KNEES – WORSHIP YOUR MASTER’S DICK WITH THAT HOLE – MILK IT – MILK IT – MILK IT - OH OH OH FUCK!” Master cried. I could not feel his cum shoot, but did feel his dick swell and twitch and I clamped my ass, hungry for every drop. As soon as Master eased his grip on my hips I immediately stopped sucking the thug, stepped forward and pulled myself off the black monster in my ass, and turned around and dropped my dripping hole on to the fresh dick as I had to have more cum! I gave Master an evil smile as he looked at me, shook his head, then stepped up and let me lick his dick clean. The juice on his skin tasted off – a mix of the Tina and ass juice I guess – but I didn’t care and once he was clean he let his fellow gangbanger continue on his own as the first guy I was sucking now stepped back and continued to smoke his crack pipe while I got his dick hard again – or at least tried. “HMM…THAT PUSSY CUNT IS WET” the thug fucking me said, “YOU LIKE THIS LONG DICK BABY? FEELING THAT LONG DICK? YOU DO? HMM… JUST STAY LIKE THAT, I WANT TO SEE THEM SWEET CHEEKS JIGGLING ON MY MEAT…HMM…JIGGLE IT BABY – JIGGLE IT FOR FOR YOUR MANDINGO – JIGGLE IT, OH HELL YEAH TAKE THIS LOAD, TAKE THIS MOTHA-FUCKIN LOAD – TAKE IT….AAAARRRGHHHH….” the thug fucking me ordered as he pulsed like a cannon and shot his load and kept long dicking me to make sure it stayed all in. I was relishing the warmth in my guts as I frantically sucked the other dick to no avail and when the thug in my ass finally pulled out, I stood up, slapped at the floppy meat hanging in front of me and asked, “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? Add some Ragu and call you an Italian?” Master and the gangbanger who had just nutted busted out laughing and the thug I insulted gritted his teeth, clenched his fist and was stopped as Master stepped between us and said, “I’ve warned you boy. You need to be able to handle your shit. Whatever the ‘shit’ may be. Don’t be embarrassing yourself – or me – by trying to bring something you just ain’t got right now. Best to walk away. You know rock makes you limp when you do too much. Hell, not every fucka can be hard like me all the time, you know no shit bothers me. Look right here, I’m all hard and ready to blow it out again AND hit the fucking pipe! Now pull your shit together, pop some pills, hit the needle, whatever you gots to do if you want to continue, but in the fucking meantime, I think my pussy here has shown he can handle all the fucking ghetto dick that’s gettin thrown, so go round up the boys as it’s time for a good old fashioned Texas gangbang-rape-fuck!” The thug that just got dissed zipped up his pants to hide his shame and muttered to himself as he left the garage. Master and the remaining thug both lit up their pipes and continued to fill the room with the acrid smoke from their crack and I took a minute to look around. The couple windows I saw were boarded over, there was an old couch, several ratty chairs, a tall fridge, boxes, and two doors that led to other rooms. As I walked past Master towards the fridge he grabbed my arm, his dark bloodshot eyes stared into mine as the other thug ran a hand up my wet thighs then brought it to my face. They both smiled as I eagerly licked and sucked the cum and ass juice off his hand, then let it drop as I continued on, opened the fridge, grabbed a beer, and using the bottle opener tied to a string on the front popped it opened and said, “May I?” before guzzling half of it down. Damn I was thirsty. Master looked at me and said, “A good bitch offers – don’t make me tell you.” I may have been drugged up but I knew he was thirsty too so brought him and his comrade a beer as well. The three of us then sat down on the couch, with me in the middle and I could not help but keep reaching out to touch their naked bodies, feel their stiff dicks, and shifting side to side aching to have them up my ass again. I was lost in my own thoughts and fantasies when Master slapped my face and said, “Hey, listen the fuck up. Go get your shit.” I got up, dug my baggy back out of my pile of clothes, came and started to sit back down as they both shifted their legs, blocking my way. “No,” Master said, “Turn around. Snort as much as you can then hand it to me.” As I started sucking the Tina up like a Hoover, Master and the other gangbanger both stroked my ass. He then stuck his hand forward, I gave him the baggy, then in a few seconds felt the hot burn of Tina being shoved up my ass by his thick fingers. Master turned his hand slightly so I could do little mini-fucks up and down on his fingers as he held his hand under my eager hole. A minute or two later I gasped a little as more fingers joined in, and I realized that the other thug had put his hand beside Master’s and they were both fingering my ass, working Tina shards and powder into my wet guts. “Don’t let that shit out now,” Master ordered, “Clam that hole up, let it stew a bit, I got to take care of something real quick.” He then got up, fished a set of keys out of his pants, unlocked one of the doors in back, went inside, and locked it from the other side. “Want to fuck me again?” I asked the thug I was left with as I reached down and stroked his dick, which was standing up at full attention. “You ready to be a hood ho?” he replied. I didn’t know what that meant but nodded, he smiled, scooted to the middle of the couch, set his ashtray, pipe, and supplies to the side on a blue plate, looked at me – then eyed his dick and lobbed a glop of spit right onto the head. He winked and said, “Come on slut, climb up on that shit.” I stepped up onto the couch and as I did my dick came near his face. I was startled to beat hell when he suddenly clamped his lips around it and grabbed my hips and started to suck me like a pro. I looked down, he looked up, let my dick pop out and said in a whisper, “Can you shoot quick?” I nodded, and with one hand on the back of the couch to brace myself, my dick in his warm mouth, reached back and began fingering my own hole fast and hard and within 30 seconds unloaded into his mouth. I gulped in some air and wanted to collapse as he licked his lips and said, “That shit’s between us only – understand?” He then pushed me to the side a little, leaned forward, spat a couple times on his dick, leaned back and I plopped down onto his dick. I folded my knees under me so he was balls deep in my ass, our torsos facing each other, and my now soft dick nestled against his belly button. He smiled, shifted his hips a couple times to get us comfortable, grabbed his glass pipe, tapped out some of the black crust, put in some fresh mesh, rock, then leaned back again as he set the flame to the glass and I watched in wonder as he sucked in a whirlpool of smoke. Every inch of his chest seemed to expand as he took in the smoke, which seemed to be met by his dick thickening, lengthening, and twitching. Where the other thug could not stay hard, he sure did not have that problem! I hung my arms to my side and gently moved my hips around so his black dick could explore the depths of my guts. I loved the feel of his raw shaft – skin to skin – and the Tina had elevated all my senses so the crack smoke smelled stronger, his dick felt bigger, my ass felt wetter. A few more hits on the pipe and he handed it to me. “I don’t know how,” I shamefully said. He exhaled his smoke in my face, set the pipe on the plate, then he grabbed my head and pulled me tight for a long, deep embrace and kiss. I was surprised – again – as this was intimate, sensual, and so unlike what I had experienced with him and his guys so far. “That is on the DL – understand? Now, when I hit the pipe again I will feed the smoke back to you, breathe it in as deep as you can.” When he did it burned my throat, but I loved the rush and a few more times he then handed me the pipe and I sucked the smoke in as he held the light under the bowl, gently turning the pipe as I held the stem between my fingers. He opened his mouth and I fed him the smoke the same way he did me. He smiled, set the pipe down then said, “BANG THAT BOOTIE ON THAT DICK – THIS THE HOOD BABY, SHOW ME YOU WANT THAT LONG DICK.” I happily obliged and started to bounce up and down on his thick meat, riding his dick like a bronco, feeling him expand inside me as I tried to get it to hurt – yes that’s what I wanted – I wanted that dick to hurt my ass, bust through the high and make me feel it. He laughed, “You’s a hungry hungry ho for sure, ease up now, take our time.” So I did, and while I continued to gently shift my hips side to side he began to talk. I learned that Master’s real name was Clyde and he was a cousin to Carter – the leader of the gangbangers in this part of town and the man I agreed to be a drug mule for. One of the other thugs who had fucked me on the corner was Clyde’s step-brother, another was a brother in law, hell, they were all related one way or another. The gangbanger went on to tell me that the “business” – drugs, gangbanging, running girls, guns, whatever - was family and family was the business. When Carter took over they agreed to new rules. No baby mama drama and any marriage or babies were done with the business in mind to strengthen the family with another crew, so in a sense everything now was an arranged marriage. While that had been great for business, it did not always work out on the home front, so he and the other guys quickly learned that some boy hole on the side was a great way to get their nutt without breaking the business rules or have any of the other drama and shit. While lots of chicks would take it in the ass, white boys like me, and old white guys with the dough, were always anxious to slob the black knob and give up the hole. I laughed and playfully slapped his face, “Don’t compare me to them, I’m grade ‘A’ pork!” He laughed, hugged me tight, and pumped my ass a few times in appreciation as I continued to listen in wonder at how well planned out they had everything from their personal life, to how they ran the business, and more. When I asked if they still fucked their wives too he chuckled and said, “Hell yes, they know the deal. Our desire to fuck and have kids is a biological imperative. It’s the reason we do all this shit for. They get what they wants – money, houses, cars, protection, and babies and power. We still need to raise up the next generation, but its done with planning and focus, not just dropping kids in any pussy that opens up for it.” I asked why he smoked crack and not pot or some other drug, and he said, “Fuck, the life we live, it’s a dangerous fucking long road and the rock – well helps make it feel like a short cut, but the rock dulls the day-to-day- shit. That’s why we getting up in here tonight and blowing your shit out! Freak nasty shit like this turns it up and for a few hours makes life blaze like the flame on my butane lighter - blue and red hot! THAT’S RIGHT - OPEN THAT HOLE!” He then got serious and briefly mentioned that when someone does not follow the rules it gets taken care of permanently, “That shit only had to happen once for rest of family to know Carter was serious, and so were the rest of us. For that, now, the family is stronger, better, safer, secure and richer. Now white mama, get them legs open and ride me!” I was leaning against his now sweaty body, trying to force his dick deeper when we heard the lock turn and Master came back into the main room. I had totally forgotten to ask the guy I was riding where Master had gone or why, but it did not seem to matter now especially as I looked at the two men with him. Both were well built, their skin dark, covered in a matte of sweat. They were wearing white briefs, but what made me really confused was what was on their face – it looked like they had on gas masks or something. They stood by the door as Master walked towards us and I felt flushed and dizzy as I watched him. Master was the roughest, and biggest dicked thug in Carter’s crew and as I turned my head to watch, he prowled back and forth in front of the sling, jangling the chains with each pass. He moved with the fluid grace of a predator stalking his prey. His muscles rippled as he walked, his hands flexed, and his eyes bore into me even through the crack smoke that filled the garage. Without a word of command or a sound, I lifted off the dick I had been riding, turned around, braced myself on the thug’s thighs and offered my hole up to Master. He clamped his hand down on my shoulder, squeezed hard making me wince and said, “Get on your fucking knees. Lick my balls.” I side stepped out from under his grasp, grabbed my baggy, hit the Tina, took a couple deep breaths, and sunk to my knees on the raggedy patch of carpet in front of the couch. Master drove his cock into my throat with full force, making me gag and my stomach wretch, but he did not care as I started to spit up gut juice around the edges of his dick as he forced himself as far as possible into my wind pipe. Balls deep he paused – I struggled, tried to push, shifted my legs back and forth furiously creating nasty rug burns on my knees and still he held me in place, choking me off on his dick. When he finally released me I fell onto all fours, gasping and heaving as he laughed and then he said “Stand the fuck up, no, get the fuck back down and lick my balls, suck on those eggs, tug on them with those lips, that’s it.” With a mouth full of black hairy balls Master patted my head as he said, “You know what a gangbang is right? Well the dick down earlier was just a sampling of what – what was it you called us – BBGB or Booty-Bandit-Gang-Bangers – yes the BBGB has to offer. Just like Baskin Robins, you got to sample and test the flavor of the day to see what you like – not that I really give a fuck what you like as you know. Then when you find that flavor that tickles your insides, you dig in with a nice cone. Well a gangbang is when you buy the whole fucking 5-gallon king-size tub and eat it in one setting and tonight you’re going to get all 31 flavors and a 5-gall tub for every motha fucking one! I want you to snort as much of that baggy right now as you can. I don’t care if you drop out, snort it up.” So I did, and while I coated my insides with white, Master walked over to one of the boxes, dug around, came back and in one hand held out a roll of duct tape and the other a pair of scissors. “Set your shit down and lift your hands up,” he said. The thug on the couch started to say something but Master hushed him with a quick glare. I held my arms up and watched as Master peeled off a strip of duct tape, sliced it, then held it out towards my body, nodded to himself, then cut several more strips of the same size and tacked them to frame of the sling. When he had several done, he waved me over, my arms still raised, he then pulled off one strip, tacked it to my skin just where the shadow of hair started above my dick, pressed it down and over my dick and under my balls. “Good thing you are already almost smooth,” he said as he peeled another piece off the metal frame of the sling, “Otherwise this shit would hurt like hell when it comes off. As it is it may take some skin, but will give you a bikini wax for fucking sure.” He then continued methodically placing one piece of duct tape after another, safely tucking and hiding my dick and balls out of sight. He then grabbed the roll and following the lines of my hips and ass cheeks, wound the tape around my body, securing his ‘dick patch’ in place with what looked like a duct tape jock strap. “You didn’t need that shit anyways did you now,” Master said with a sideways glance to thug on the couch who had swallowed my load and who held his face steady without a twitch to give away that he still probably had some of my nutt in his mouth. Once he was done, Master turned me round and round for inspection, slapped my ass a few times and said, “That’s done. Remember, you ain’t nothing but a pussy and cunt and that’s all the boys need to see or access tonight. Come on, get your ass up in the sling and let’s get this shit on the road.” I walked over to the end of the sling feeling a bit like Frankenstein as the tape pulled and tugged awkwardly. Both of the gangbangers helped me get situated in the sling, they secured my ankles in leather cuffs connected to the chains, and as I laid back with my pink hole exposed. Once they had me secure, Master walked to the other end, snipped a couple holes in a plastic bag, slid it over my face, and as he wound the duct tape around my neck to secure the bag said, “Trust me. This is for your protection. Some of our boys we cannot afford to have you know about and they get skiddish about potential witnesses – so, while they will be digging out that white pussy, and breeding it like the slut hole and sissy cunt you are, no way will you be able to point fingers for nothing.” I just shrugged and asked, “May I have some more crystal though?” Master laughed, “Fuck NO! I got something way better for what’s to come.” I started to shiver even though my mind felt calm. I guess my body knew enough to be afraid. Someone grabbed my left arm, pulled it out away from my body, tied something around tight, tapped my skin, then I flinched from a small pinch and waited – violently coughed once, twice, three times, then my world spun. I cried out as my head felt like it was squeezed in a vise grip as memories flooded through me and I had flashes of the rape fucks from the guys named Unc, Billy, the guy in the rest area and more. Master’s voice sounded so distant as he shook me and asked, “You OK?” I REMEMBERED - Billy’s number was in my secret box! I REMEMBERED - the gang fuck at ROXIES. I REMEMBERED – Harold, and Curtis, and more. Another needle, the spasming stopped and my mind was clear, all my memories had crashed back for a fleeting moment and I knew – my name was Mikey – but then just as quickly they all started to swirl away in a whirlpool of forgetting. I clung to the one thought that I had to remember to ask for that shot again – whatever it was – whatever to cost – I had to remember. The moment passed, the high slammed back into me and I was tripping to beat fuck and was back to being the unknowing sissy cunt for an eager group of monster black dicks and I’m loving it! “PLEASE FUCK ME SIR!” I cried out as loud as I could. I was floating, hands touched me, voices invaded, then something more, something long, thick, blunt, in my hole, “YES! PLEASE FUCK ME – FUCK ME – FUCK ME!!!” I felt full, I squirmed, I stopped, I got ripped open, then closed, then opened again, and so warm. Voices of a crowd of gangbanger thugs mixed in an orchestra of sexual domination, “LOOK AT THAT WHITE SISSY…CUM CRAVING CUNT…OH DAMN THAT HOLE IS WET…TAKE THAT LONG BLACK DICK…LET ME HEAR YOU CRY FOR IT, BEG FOR IT SISSY…YOU WANT IT HARDER? I’LL GIVE IT TO YOU HARDER….WIPE THAT HOLE DRY SO THE BITCH FEELS THAT SHIT…LOOK AT RJ, LAPPING UP THAT CREAMPIE LIKE A KITTEN AT A MILK BOWL…SHOOT THEM BABIES IN THAT CUNT, RAPE THAT SHIT OUT!...FUCK THEM SHARDS UP IN THAT ASS, KEEP THE SLUT FLYING…ALRIGHT TIME TO FLUSH THE PUSSY OUT WITH OUR CHEM PISS, LET’S SEE HOW BLOATED THOSE GUTS CAN GET…I DON’T CARE IF YOU THINK THE CUNT PASSED OUT, DON’T MATTER NONE, THIS AIN’T NO DATING GAME SO STICK THAT ANACONDA UP THERE…DAMN THAT HOLE JUST SUCKING UP THE BLACK DICK AND NUTT!! HA HA HA – LITTLE PIG LITTLE PIG LET US IN!” Some time later, when I guess they all had their fill for now, I felt a set of strong hands shake me to get me to focus, then I was being helped down out of the sling. My feet went out from under me a bit, I staggered, the plastic bag on my face was torn open a bit by my mouth and a cascade of Gatorade was spilled down my throat, although it seemed like more of it went down my chin, onto my chest, then puddled around my knees on the floor. “He needs a minute,” someone said. “No he don’t,” a voice I recognized responded as two hands gripped my head from the back as someone else set a hand on my forehead and with their other squeezed my face so my jaws opened like a baby bird waiting for dinner. “Before I fuck you slut I need to piss and you need to rehydrate so open up that fucking throat,” my tormentor said. As scalding hot chem piss filled my throat I choked, gagged, tried to swallow, and it kept coming, and coming, and then my stomach slammed shut and the rest of it came back up. I was good and wet now – sticky from the Gatorade and smelly from the piss. The plastic bag over my face was ripped open some more and as I blinked and focused on the set of muscular thighs in front of me I knew it was Carter, the leader of the gang and my boss for the drug mule work I was doing. The tell tale sign was the tattoo on his right thigh that was a headshot of Jesus with a crown of thorns, and on the left a series of roses and children’s faces. I looked up at his body, his rich caramel skin covered in dozens of tatts in shades of gray and black, a thick beefy chest, six pack abs, and that little V of taut muscles on his sides pointing to the motherload – his dick. And fuck what a dick! Like always, he was wearing Timberland boots with no socks. Carter slapped my face, “Tell me slut, you like that shit? You a fucking freak for sure being all nasty and using that booty as a juicer to work those cucumber dicks that nutted up in you. You feel their cum up in there? Did they fuck you good, huh? Now assume the fucking position as its time for me to get mines.” I was still out of it, dizzy, high, aching, and while my ass was throbbing at the sight of his monster dick I just stayed kneeling where I was, not able to make my body move. “God damn stupid cunt!” Carter snarled as he grabbed me by the back of the neck like the alpha wolf snagging a pup and dragged me to the closest metal support for the sling. He then bent down, attached a handcuff to one wrist, wrenched my arm around the metal support, attached the other, stood back up and clapped his hands together like he celebrating a good day’s work before he spit on his dick and started to slick it up with long, purposeful strokes. I turned my head to see him the best I could and said, “So, you’re the final fudge packer for the day? Should I call you Duncan Hines now?” I heard the sound of Master’s laugh coming from behind me as Carter made a low, menacing sound in his throat. He paused his stroke, said, “Clear the fucking room,” then knelt down beside me, grabbed my face tight and with clear focused eyes whispered, “You’re just a smart ass bitch ain’t you? Well you’d best remember to keep that shit to yourself when you are with me in front of my men. In private, I can appreciate a pushy whore, but not in front of my men. Understand?” I nodded, Carter stood up, stepped out of my sight line, rustled around, came back, and then I felt a tug and I screamed as Carter ripped off some of the duct tape that ran across my lower back and down around my right thigh. “THAT SHIT HURTS DON’T IT. WELL TIME TO MAKE THAT PRETTY WHITE ASS SHINE.” I screamed again as Carter ripped the tape off the other side as it felt like two or three layers of skin came with it. I know now it didn’t, but at the time – holy fuck! Carter just laughed, spanked and slapped the raw skin where the tape was several times, then leaned forward and said, “Do you want to snort your shit before I take care of what’s left?” I nodded vigorously and begged, “YES PLEASE, GIVE ME MORE DURGS, PLEASE, IT HURTS TOO FUCKING MUCH!” Carter laughed some more, spread my legs with his Timberland covered feet, pressed a hand on my back and with the other reached under and found an edge of the duct tape on my lower stomach that was covering my balls and dick and without further warning pulled as hard as he could down and back. I couldn’t breathe, the pain sharp and intense, my eyes teared up, I started to sweat, my body hunched up like a cat hissing at a dog and then spasmed three or four times. Carter slapped my ass a few more times and said, “There. That should serve as lesson that there is the easy way and there’s the hard way and when you forget your place and get mouthy, it will be the hard way every fucking time. Now poke that ass out as I plan to fucking jump deep in that sloppy pussy.” Carter squatted behind me, lined himself up with my waiting ass, and then plowed his throbbing raw dick balls deep and grunted, sighed, stirred the gangbanger cum that was in me around a bit, then said, “that’s good – right there – let me take care of that booty, do that slow bump in grind in the cum dump hole. You know that’s all you are right? A cump dump? Thank God for sluts like you – right there – YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT, HOW I LIKE MY SHIT, let me gape IT open, bruise those PUSSY lips up, POUND THAT SHIT OUT – HERE IT COMES – HERE COMES MY FUCKING NUTT TO TOP THAT SHIT OFF – OH HELL YEAH – HELL YEAH – OH...HELL...” Once every drop of fresh sperm was deposited in my bruised hole and mixed in good and well with the rest of the gangbanger cum, Carter yanked his dick out, let me lick him clean, then said to Master, “Hose him down, get him together, almost time to do the run and he best not be late,” and then he left. As Master knelt and unlocked the handcuffs on my hands I pleaded for more dick, for him to fuck me. I had taken so many dicks, so much cum, and been fucked non-stop for hours and part of me could not imagine I would want any more. But then when Carter pulled his dick out, my body reacted and my need to be bred took over and I begged for more. Master just shook his head, laughed, and said, “Jesus H. Christ – can’t believe you want more. I’m tapped. Already filled you up, but no worries. Now that we know there’s a gangbang slut handy, trust – we will damn well use that pussy up!” I couldn’t wait and my mind was obsessed with dick and wanting dick as Master led me out to the side of the garage and literally hosed me down with a garden hose to wash off the funk, then led me back in, had me eat some Chinese takeout even though I insisted I was not hungry. I drank some Gatorade, then he handed me my baggy – freshly filled – and said, “Snort your shit up. Your day is just starting. The fair starts in two days, and all you will be doing between now and then is running shit and finishing building up our drug stock at the stadium.” I started to interrupt to say that Pa may want me to fuck the carneys or something, but Master interrupted me with a dismissive wave of his hand and said, “Fuck ain’t nothing to worry about with that asshole. Don’t you worry. You just stick to what me and the boys and keep the boss happy and your ‘Pa’ will be dealt with. And – if you good – maybe we’ll bring you back to the Pleasure Palace again tonight.” My ass twitched, a little cum leaked out of my hole at the thought, and I smiled. The Tina burned worse then usual when I snorted it, but I did a bit extra and for good measure even worked some up my ass. Much better! I got dressed, pulled my clothes on, remembered Teddy’s advice and put the sunglasses on. Grabbed my backpack, which was now full of drugs, my Polar Pop cup from Circle K so the street thugs would know who I was although I did think – what other fucking white boy is walking down these streets with a load of drugs on their back? Just as we got ready to head out I turned to Master and asked, “Can you – I don’t know what it was – but you gave me a shot right? Drugs of some kind? Can you, do that again please? I need to remember….I thought…I…my name…anyways, is that ok?” Master looked at me quizzically, squeezed my shoulder as he asked, “You sure you alright? Um yeah, I’ll shoot you up again. How else you think you could take a gang rape so well and you know that’s what we did right? And what we’ll do again? Oh hell, look what you’ve gone and done, just talking about that shit has got my dick rock again. Fuck, no time to take care of it now, fuck, you owe me slut. Come on, start walking. You need to get your ass to the stadium for the drop. Just in case me and the boys will be trailing you in that car over there. You got used hard last night, can’t have you fucking dropping out in the middle of the hood.” The Texas air felt oppressing and hotter than it seemed the day before as I began my walk back to the stadium. The backpack felt heavier today too and I felt sure every car that passed or every house I walked in front of the people were watching me, talking, because they knew. Knew what I was doing, knew what I had done, knew I had a gut full of cum. I paused, anxiously looked around, stepped off the sidewalk and edged toward the side of an abandoned house so I could fish out my baggy and hit the Tina some more. Before I could get the straw to my nose an incessant car horn echoed through the neighborhood. I turned, saw Master waving at me to get moving, gave him the middle finger, turned back and hit my Tina. OK, better. A while later I entered the gates and paused - did the guard give me the up-down-up-down eye ball look? I was in no mood to see Pa or Brett so veered right to take the long way to avoid the RV. I suddenly felt better as I turned the last corner, and there leaning by the door as always was Teddy – no shirt, his cap on backwards (one of the new ones I got him) and he had on the new sneakers too. He fucking better, I paid for that shit with my ass. Teddy just nodded at me, turned, rapped on the door, the lock turned and the door slowly opened revealing the dark room where Jenkins was waiting for us. I stepped inside Cotton Bowl Stadium, followed by Teddy who took the backpack off me, tossed it to the side, then said to the dark, “Listen up Jenkins. The boss says we will be doing runs straight the next two days, can you manage?” There was no reply from the darkness so I assumed that meant yes. Teddy went on, “And we may need someplace to stash him in between you know. How about a little side deal man, I know you like digging out this white hole and can tell you for a fact you ain’t seen nothing yet. The youngins had him laid up in the garage last night and rape fucked the shit out of that pink pussy, you hear me? I says you and me set up our own shit, make a little something-something ourselves. Same set up as before? Can you line them up? I’ll throw off the scent, create some confusion, we got oh, four hours or so before the next run, is that enough time?” I had no idea what he was talking about now, but would soon find out that Teddy and Jenkins were nastier fuckers than I thought. But for now, Teddy said, “Get those fucking clothes off and tell Daddy you want that black dick. Tell Daddy you want that black dick in that pussy. Tell Daddy…” I heard Jenkins leave for the moment with the latest load of drugs as I bent over, grabbed my ankles and assumed the position Teddy liked and begged, “FUCK ME DADDY. GIVE ME THAT CUM. FUCK MY WHITE HOLE. FUCK IT!!” STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 16: The Fair Begins **My Name is Mikey contains 17 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

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

The more Steven smoke the mower he was working further down on my cock. I looked at him and asked how he like sucking my cock. As he took a moment to lick the shaft of my cock he answered that surprisingly he liked sucking my cock. That's when I told him how much I enjoyed it when I sucked my first cock. He went back to trying to get more of my 8"into his mouth but he couldn't figure out how to get it into his throat. I let him know I'd be glad to help him get it in deeper. I then placed my hand on the back of his head and as he went down I pushed his he'd further down until I felt my cock pop into his throat. The look on Steven's eyes was priceless as he leaned his ability to deep throat. After a couple times of my helping him, Steven was going down to the root on his own. He was concentrating and enjoying sucking my cock he never realized I had yet to suck his cock. I knew it wouldn't do any good since by now he was high enough that he wouldn't get hard. But I felt something for him and since it was part of my plan I looked at him and let him know that it was my turn to suck his cock. Steven stood up and sat I the couch as I moved between his legs. He was limp as a piece of spaghetti (and probably as small as a piece of macaroni). I took his little dick I my mouth and began to suck. He moaned in pleasure as I worked his tool but his dick didn't grow. I kept it up as he continued to hit the the pipe. I knew the drugs would have him losing track of time. After I had been sucking fir a good 10 to 15 minutes I looked up at Steven as I slowly stroked his limp dick telling him that I didn't think I was doing anything to help. Steven commented that even though he wasn't hard it was feeling really good. I knew I could take the next step in my plan, eating his virgin ass. I went back to licking his limp dick, down to his balls as I made my way to my target. I pushed his legs up so I had access to his hole while I quickly mentioned if he liked my mouth on his cock, he was going to love my tongue up his ass. I moved in swiftly and began tonguing his hole causing him to moan more than he did when I had his limp dick in my mouth. I kept up my assault on Steven's hole as he did everything he could to keep his composure. After enough time I knew he would be ready for more. l had been rimming his hole for a solid 20 minutes when I stopped. Steven looked down at me asking me to continue locking his ass. I knew what to say to him to get him primed to be fucked, but first he was going to have to take a needle to his arm. Unlike myself (a willing partier) Steven was going to have to be 'convinced' to be slammed. I told him my tongue was tired as I watched him suddenly stick his finger into his assault hole. At that point I knew that he was mine. I told Steven if he followed me into my bedroom he could get his hole filled again as I slowly made my way towards my bedroom door. Steven quickly stood up and followed me as I then told him to sit on my bed with his back against the headboard. Steven climbed on the bed naked and did as I directed. I pulled a could prepared points from my drawer, alcohol wipes, cotton balls and a tourniquet. A worried look was on Steven's face as I began to explain that what was I the syringe was the same that we had been smoking and if he liked the smoke he was going to love what he was about to experience. I then added, 'trust me bro'. That seemed to relax him as I tired the tourniquet on his arm, wiped a nice vein and explained what he was about to experience. I told him he'd feel the pinch of the needle, then I'd pull the plunger back getting a little bit of his blood to flash I the barrel making sure that I'm in the vein before I emptied it into his arm. When I pull the tourniquet off he'll feel something I'm the back of his throat and chest and then he'd cough out hard as his heart would begging to beat faster and he would feel the rush and euphoria of the drug. What I didn't tell him had I slipped the needle into his vein is that this needle had already been in my arm and since he didn't notice the slight pink tinge to the fluid he was about to get a hot needle (like all the points he was going to get over the next few days). After the point was emptied into his arm he had a look like he wanted to change his mind on doing this with his brother. After I pulled of the tourniquet Steven coughed out hard 3 times as his breathing increased. I revved his chest to comfort him and told him to just go with it and ride his rush. I then tired of my arm and administered my own slam. By the time I pulled the tourniquet off and coughed out I see that the look on Steven's eyes had changed from fear to one of lust. I climbed on the bed and on top of Steven without any trouble. Steven had become a very willing participant by this point. I leaned in kissing him forcing my tongue into his mouth. He didn't resist my kiss, he welcomed it and I could tell he was enjoying himself as I began to grind my hard cock into his soft dick. I didn't want to waste a lot of time and used a free hand to grab the lube on my night stand. I worked some into his hole and as I raised off of Steven I applied some lube to my cock. I resumed applying some lube to Steven's hole is I slipped a couple fingers inside his hole. That quickly increased to 3 fingers as I began to tease him with the penetration. When I pulled my fingers from Steven's hungry hole he looked up at me with pleading eyes. I asked him if his hole was feeling empty. He nodded 'yes' as I let him know that it would be filled again real soon as I hooked his legs under my arms and listed then to my shoulders. I then lined up my cock and slipped it inside is chemmed up hole. The look I Steven's eyes was better then what I had witnessed earlier. A slight moan escaped his mouth as my cock moved across his prostate and I bottomed out balls deep. I began to rock back and forth really easy as I new he'd be begging up have me pound him soon enough. And after he sero-converts he'll have some of my DNA in his blood and become my true blood brother.

I'm 19 years sober, but a part of me so wants to be tricked into one of these hot PNP scenes. I hope somebody sees me here or on BBRT and makes it happen to my pussy gay ass. A guy with a biohazzard tat doing it to my neg ass would make it even better.

Hi everyone. I'm looking to cum to MAL 2016 (it will be my first time in DC, visiting from Toronto, ON). Looking to breed as many bottoms as I can. I hope DC can take BBC I have a few questions though. If someone would be helpful in assisting me with some information, that would be great. 1. I'm coming from Toronto and I hear Thursday is the day to arrive for sex parties, and that the eager bottoms arrive on Thursday and things like that. Is that true? If so, then I'm coming on Thursday morning. 2. I'm looking to stay at a cheaper hotel in the area (the Hyatt is a bit too expensive for me). Will I still be able to attend events at the Hyatt? 3. What sex events usually happen there (in the day time, night time, free parties/clubs, or stick to bbrt/breeding zone ads, etc)? Is there more bottoms or more tops that attend MAL DC? I hear more bottoms (which is a plus!) I hop there are a lot of older (over 50) bottoms and chubs/superchubs that attend. 4. I've never been to a large leather event like this (this will be my first of many to come in the near future like IML Chicago 2016, Folsom etc and others in the future). 5. Finally, is DC super cold like Toronto/NYC in January? Please let me know so I know how to dress and pack. I can easily book my hotel and my travel now for MAL 2016, but just need to know a few things first. PS. I tried to post this comment and other comments under my new Breeding Zone account (username "bb10", but it's still awaiting validation)... just to let you guys know to avoid any confusion when my new account is up. Thanks!

I count myself as lucky every day! My older bro was the first one to fuck me raw at age 13, told me never let a rubber in my hole. He had his college buds fuck me and took me to my first bb orgy at age 14. I've ALWAYS enjoyed sex with my bro. Even though he lives far away now, whenever he visits, he still uses my hole as his cum dump!

This is fuckin Hot! Giving me a case of severe blue balls, and almost makes me wanna try to be a chemslut convert. Anyone willing to teach me?

Well, I finally bred a hole. Some background: I was a late bloomer - lost my virginity when I was 22 (I'm 26 now) and I've slowly been exploring my sexuality ever since. Started getting into gear and leather and toys after a while, and inevitably, wanted to play bareback. Two days ago I received a message from a 22 year old twink I regularly see asking that I fuck him. Knowing he really likes getting his ass stretched, I got my gear ready, put some BB porn on the TV, got into my leather jock and invited him over. When he arrived I made him strip down, pushed him onto the bed and started eating his ass. As I was eating him out, all my dominant sexual aggression and desire possessed me, and I threw caution to the wind and decided I would not only fuck him, I was going to get my raw cock inside this pussyboi. In between rimming him, I fingering his hole, getting him nice and wet. Then I moved up and put my raw cockhead onto his hole. Before I could enter his hole, however, he asked that I wear a condom (and, in all honesty, at this stage in the game I almost always have a condom on already), but I decided to carry on fingering him. Two fingers became three and eventually he was moaning for me to stretch his boihole even more, working my way to three fingers from each hand inside him. I was getting very aggressive and verbal, started calling him a pussyboi, told him his only purpose is for a top to enjoy. He was clearly excited my aggressive behavior, so I continued saying "You're nothing but a cumdump. You want to take load after load in your pussy and enjoy it." Although he is only four years younger, I told him to address me as 'Sir' and then I added "You're going to take my cock raw and beg me for cum inside your ass." The dirty talk did the trick, because he got on all fours and pushed his ass open for me. I put my now wet and throbbing cock on his hole. He said 'i've never done this before" which I took to allude to the fact that he had never before been fucked bareback. I just shoved my raw cock inside him. It was incredible (and truth be told, I'm hard even now thinking about how it felt). I made him my bitch and shot my sticky load deep inside him. I must have shot buckets 'cause after I pulled out, my load flowed out of his ass. He didn't stay long afterwards but simply said "I gotta go" and left. Today, however, I received a message from him saying "My boihole is hungry," so we're meeting up again so I can fuck him senseless.

What Have I Done My name is Christopher Allen. I am 18 years old, 5’9” tall, weigh about 135-140, with blond hair, steele blue eyes and an average size cut cock, about 7”. I am a senior at a Miami suburban high school and am looking forward to getting away from home next year for college. I have known I was gay since I was 13. I didn’t do anything sexually until I turned 18 when my parents gave me a car for my birthday. That car gave me the freedom to travel and hook up with other young studs. Up to now, my sexploits have been very tame. You might say boring. I had read many stories of guys who tried the kinkier side of sex. I would get on line and chat with guys across the country about sex and things I’d like to try. One of the subjects that would come up was barebacking. The thought of fucking or getting fucked without a rubber was exciting, but I was scared to death of catching something. Using a sling also hade me very turned on. I spent many a night chatting away with guys on line of all ages, although I prefer guys closer to my own age for sex. One night this kid not much older then I hit me up on line. We exchanged pleasantries, the usual stuff (age, height, weight, likes and dislikes) and traded pix. He was very good looking. He said his name was Reese, he was 25, 6’2” tall, 190 pounds, brown hair and eyes and had a gorgeous 9” thick cut cock. The pictures he sent me backed up everything he told me. He lived on the other side of the state on the gulf coast. I was totally turned on by our chats and his looks. Through our chats I shared with him my fantasies and he told me about his experiences, especially those with kink. I was so turned on by all he told me, but he told me one more thing that had me hooked, he had a sling. So when he invited me to visit, I couldn’t say no, especially since spring break was coming up. I had talked to my parents about going away for the week by myself, and when I talked to them about visiting a “friend” in Tampa, they said yes. When the school day ended on the Friday before our spring break, I wasted no time and hoped in my car. I made the 4 hour drive to Tampa in undeware 3 and pulled up to his place. I was starting to get nervous as I pulled in the drive. Reese had told me to pull up next to his car in the garage and honk when I got there. Reese opened the door to the garage as I was getting out of the car. DAMN! He looked better in person then he did in his pix. I was starting to get anxious about what we were going to do for the next 7 days. Reese showed me around his home. He had a modest house in the suburbs of Tampa. He told me he inherited it from his grandmother. He gave me a place to toss my bag and we sat down in the living room to relax and to get better acquainted. He asked if I’d like something to drink, all I asked for was a Coke. He asked if I wanted any Bacardi in my Coke. I nodded in agreement. He returned quickly with our drinks, sat down right next to me and we chatted away. It didn’t take long for me to down my drink and he offered me another. I said I’d wait a while before I had another. As we chatted I began to feel a little warm and light headed. Nothing to serious, but I had this urge to kiss Reese. He placed his hand on my thigh as he asked me about my experiences. I told him about the experience (or lack there of) I had had to that point in my life. He shared with me more of his experiences. I asked him how at 25 he had done so much. He told me he was like me at my age until an older guy, about his age showed him the “ropes” of wild, kinky sex. All this guy asked of him was to some day pass on what he had been taught. I was really starting to feel hot and horny. Reese seemed to sense this and leaned in to kiss me. I was very receptive to his advancements and soon enough we were frenching and he was laying on top of me as we were grinding our bodies into each other. He began to undress me as we continued to kiss. It wasn’t long until we were both down to our underwear, boxer briefs for me, jock strap for him. He told me he always wore a jock. All I could muster up was WOW! Reese stood up and led me to a back room I had not seen yet. In there was his sling and a number of items, dildo’s butt plugs, leather restraints, masks and the like. I was especially curious as to why there was a , a tub of Crisco sitting near the sling. It didn’t matter to me, I was so turned on. In the room Reese had a mini fridge loaded with water and Gatorade. He asked me which I’d prefer, I went for the Gatorade. He pulled out 2 bottles and then a couple blue pills. I asked what the pills were cause I didn’t use drugs. He told me that the pills were Viagra, it will keep us horny and allow us to have sex longer. I was very open to that idea and popped the 2 little blue pills he gave me as he popped 2 of his own. We continued to make out when he pushed me down on my knees. He grabbed my head and pulled it into his crotch as he ground his rock hard cock against me. As I was able to look on occasion I noticed something at the tip of his cock. I asked him what it was and he pulled down his jock exposing his 0 gauge PA. I was even more turned on as I began to feel the Viagra really kick in. I felt like my cock was going to explode when Reese told me to open up and suck his cock. I was so ready to taste this man’s tool. I took as much of it in my mouth as I could before I had to back off. I was still learning how to deep throat a cock and with the PA it would be a little harder. I was bobbing up and down, doing my best to please this man when he pulled me up and kissed me. He said, “Let’s get you in the sling and play some more,” as he guided me into the sling. Once I was in the sling he suggested that he restrain me. I was so into this stud I think I would do just about anything he asked. He grabbed some ankle and wrist restraints and had my arms and legs restrained in no time. I could tell he was experienced more then he may have led on. He then slid a leather hood over my head and fastened a gag in place over my mouth so I could not talk. I was getting hornier by the minute. I was laying there in the sling waiting for what he was going to do next when I got the shock of my young life. He pulled out a syringe filled with a white powder. I knew this couldn’t be good, but with the restraints and gag in my mouth I was in no position to protest. He place rubber tubing around his left arm and another piece around my left arm. He swabbed both arms over prominent veins. He then filled the syringe with water and mixed up I watched as the white powder dissolved in the clear fluid. I watched as he stuck the needle into his arm, drew back some blood then pushed down on the plunger shooting some of the blood tinged liquid into his arm. He drew back quite a bit of blood before pulling the needle from his arm and massaging the injection site. Then he looked down at me and told me that I better hold still if I didn’t want to get seriously hurt as he stuck the blood filled syringe into my arm. Inside I was freaking out as I watched him push down the plunger and it all disappeared into my arm. He looked down at me as he massaged the injection site on my arm and told me, “It’s too late now, you are about to learn what it means to be a wild, cum dumb, poz boy”. Then pulled the gag off and all I could do was shout out, “OH GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE? HELP ME LORD, HELP ME!” As I finished crying out, he counted down “3, 2, 1, blast off,” and he pulled off both his and my rubber tubing at the same time he said “blast off”. Reese leaned in and kisses me as I felt warmth rush through my body. I felt a growing difficulty to breathe, as I felt him cough then I coughed. I was zooming and my senses went into over load. I had never done any drugs in my life, not even pot. But what ever Reese gave me I wanted more. Reese broke the kiss and I had to ask him why? He told me that we had chatted so much about my fantasies and barebacking in particular and my fear and reluctance to try it. He just wanted to release me from those fears show me how wonderful sex can be when its skin on skin. Reese kissed his way down my body as I felt ever touch, and the feeling were incredible. Then he paused at my hard sick and sucked it down to the root. He bobbed up and down for a few moments then broke off. He flicked my hard on and commented, that he could see the Viagra was working well. He added that typically when some one slams Tina, especially the first time, he can’t get hard. Reese knelt between my legs and began to lick and nibble on my hole. I’ve been rimmed before, but this was incredible. I felt as if my hole was opening up and sucking in his tongue. Reese was DAMN good at rimming I was moaning uncontrollably. Soon enough Reese began to finger my hole using the Crisco near by. I have been fucked a few times and every time it takes me time before I can accommodate a couple of fingers. Reese started out with 2 fingers in my hole and quickly progressed to 3 then four before I knew what was going on. He pulled his fingers out and walked across the room and picked up a couple dildos. I am not sure the sizes he had, but I could definitely feel them as he opened up my hole. It all felt incredibly fantastic. I looked up at Reese and asked when he was going to fuck me. He looked down and told me, when he beg for me to breed your nag ass with my poz seed. Right then I knew what I needed to do and wasted no time begging for Reese to fuck me with his raw cock and fill me with his poz cum. Reese slapped me and asked, “What do you want bitch?” I replied, “I want you to fuck me with your raw, bare cock and fill me with your poz cum.” He asked me again, I was puzzled, then I figured out what I needed to say, “Master Reese, I need you to fuck me with your raw, bare cock and fill me with your poz cum, please Sir.” That was the magic phrase, Reese moved between my spread legs and shoved his thick, 9”, pierced cock into my ass in one shove. It felt amazing. I continued to beg “Master Reese, I need you to fuck me with your raw, bare cock and fill me with your poz cum, please Sir” as Reese began to fuck me, like I had never been fucked before. As time passed and Reese was fucking his PA into my guts, I was thinking about all the times I had been fucked. So far Reese had single handedly surpassed the time of my few fuck's put together. U never knew I could experience some much pleasure having sex. We looked into each other’s eyes as he leaned down and kissed me and once more asked me what I wanted. I replied only that I wanted his poz cum inside me. He then closed his eyes, only for a moment, then opened them again. As he stared directly into mine, it seemed as if he was staring directly into my soul, the new me, a poz barebacking boy, he began to pant, then grunted and I swore I could feel his cum erupt from his cock and splash me on the inside (it felt as if it burned a bit). At that moment my own cock erupted and splashed cum between us. Then he slowed and kissed me again before he continued to fuck me pushing his cum deeper into my hole. He deposited 2 more loads before we took a break. He released my legs, we drank a lot of Gatorade before he gave me some more Viagra and we each shared another slam.

my first gig "Hey man... so, I hear you are fucking toxic" Huh... I think, I text back and ask who this is. "Well, I know a buddy of yours, says you are toxic, that you are really fucking poz" I seethe with anger, who the fuck is going around telling people that I was poz. I had only been diagnosed for a week at this time, and I wasn't up on the entire chaser lingo yet. "I want to join the team" I am confused to all fuck, who the hell would want to be poz, and who gave this guy my number. "Okay, here's the deal, I want that poz load. My address is XXXX, come over in the next 15 minutes, the door will be unlocked, breed me and bail, and help yourself to the cash that's one the coffee table" Well, I could use the money I thought... alright, what the fuck... he wants to get fucked... okay. I went over to his place, the apartment door was unlocked, the place was dimly lit, and there in his bedroom, was a guy, pretty nice jock built body, in a bright red jockstrap, I walked over and felt his hole, it was prelubed. I shoved my cock in and started fucking. "Fuck yeah man, give me that dick... fuck yeah, give me that poz cum... want to be knocked up so fucking bad. Can't fucking wait" I grabbed his round ass and kept fucking him. "Hmmmm, that poz dick feels so good in my fuckhole. you like neg fuckhole stud? You like my neg fuckhole?" Damn, what was up with this guy, i wondered. I kept nailing his hole, his sweet bareback hole. "Oh man, I'm gonna get pozzed, that toxic seed is going to go up my ass, need this, want this so bad." Something in me clicked. I had the power to change this man, to infect him, leave my mark on him forever. "Yeah, you fucking slut!!!" I yelled. "Take my fucking poz load up your cunt, DO IT! BEG FOR IT!!!" He bounced his ass back, and I fucked him, and unloaded a huge wad of semen into his ass. "Oh fuck yeah, oh yeah" he whimpered. I walked out in a sexual haze, I passed the coffee table, and grabbed 250 dollars he left there... I would never be the same.

There are 2 parts to this story I really liked. 1) I liked the fact that Ryan had his partner Mike POZ him, that shows so much love and compassion. 2) I really liked the fact that Ryan POZZED his younger brother and explained it all to him like a big brother should. The story has been getting me off for years and one I have actually copied and printed out should the computer be down. I would really like to read more stories with a heart and should like this one and maybe one day will get to witness it myself. PLEASE BBbttmDOC write more stories along this type of theme. We need more stories like this to show that there is love and compassion in POZ stories of this high caliber. Your Admirer!