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  1. I visited the local adult bookstore tonight. This handsome slender guy, probably in his mid-40s, kept walking nervously in and out of the booths, pausing in ones that did not have a gloryhole. After chasing him around for 20 minutes, he finally went into an adjoining booth that had a gloryhole. He teased me by sitting far from the gloryhole and jerking his cock. Then, suddenly, he stood up and aimed his dick at the gloryhole. His cock was so thick it barely squeezed through the hole. It must have been at least 8" long. I sucked his cock for 15 minutes, and he didn't seem any closer to coming. So I spit in my hand, lubed up his cock, and slid his thick raw cock up my ass. He thrust hard in and out for about a minute before he bred my ass. When he pulled out, he was still shooting cum, and it landed on my crack and legs. I felt my loaded hole and the massive amount that had coated my insides. This was the hottest fuck I can ever remember. The most cum I have ever received from one guy.
    3 points
  2. Was in las vegas recently and was super horny coming into town after the drive. Found a dirty little sex shop with booths in back with gloryholes. Went in back and stripped naked and got on my knees like a good cocksucker. Hot middle eastern daddy takes stall next to mine and before I know it im taking his rod in my mouth and tasting pre. I was worried when he pulled out before the finale, but he came around and entered my booth instead. He pushed me up against the wall and ficked me in the corner of that dingy little plywood vid booth.
    3 points
  3. So. This is another true story. A few weeks ago, my husband had just left for work and I was horny as hell. Note for those who didn't read my earlier post: I'm a 27 year old whore. 5'7" and about 150lbs. Hairy and love bottoming. My husband is a sweet adorable man who doesn't have much of a libido and I'm always horny as hell so I fuck around when he is away at work. Bored out of my mind, I decided to hit up some of my regulars to see if they were free. Nothing there. I hit up A4A and BBRT and small town that I am in, nothing. I finally resorted to Grindr. Posted a note saying I was horny and looking for now. A few minutes later I was hit up by a blank profile. No pleasantries. Just a simple "address?" Being a good slut I gave him my address. He asked, "std and HIV?" Me, "Clean. You?" Him, "Squeaky clean." That's all he said. I quickly showered and cleaned up and prepared the lube and condoms. Fifteen minutes later he sends me a message, "Here." Buzzer didnt work so I went downstairs to get him. At the door I literally stopped short. I saw a fucking hunk of a man. Handsome as fuck. White guy. Late twenties. Built like a football player (big and beefy). Black beard and the deepest blue eyes. The guy seemed too good to be true. I thought maybe he was there to meet someone else. I walked up and opened the door. He looked at me and said, "this is gonna be fun." I led him upstairs slowly. I was so in awe of him I couldn't walk any faster. I finally ushered him into my house and he asked where the bedroom was. I pointed it out weekly. He held me by the neck and led me into my own bedroom. I knew who was in charge. Once inside, he said, "Listen faggot. I'm straight so don't even think of trying to kiss me. Understood?" I weakly replied, "Yes Sir." I quickly got to my knees and untied his shoes. I took them off and took a big whiff of his sweaty smelly socks. I licked his smelly socks and rubbed my face all over and under his feet. My submission to his superior self got him hard. He motioned me up to his crotch and I obliged by quickly unbuckling his manly texas style belt and jeans. I pulled down his pants to his ankles and he stepped out of them. All the while my face was buried into his sexy grey boxer shorts as I was aiming for that hard on. He slapped me on my right cheek on the face and pulled off his shirt. For the first time I saw his sexy hairy chest. He had the perfect chest. Big and burly. His chest hair thicker and blacker than mine (which can be hard considering I'm brown). He had a sexy Tattoo on his left pec with his name on it. We will call him Brandon. He had another sexy complex mechanical tattoo on his left shoulder and upper arm. Basically with his shirt off, this Addonis went from a 9 to a 13 out of 10. I feel it is a bottom's duty to ensure that the bottom slut is undressed faster than its top. So I too quickly took off all my clothes down to my birthday suit left in just the work socks that my baby daddy had given me and told me to wear every time I got fucked by another man. Anyway, my sexy straight top then went to lie on the bed on his back. He made himself comfortable using my husband's pillows. And then ordered me with those Godly eyes onto his crotch. I politely obliged and took a big whiff of his sweaty crotch before begging him for permission to remove his boxers with my mouth. He permitted me. I did the finest and fastest job of doing so considering the practice I'd had. His cock was a beer can thick 9" member oozing precum. It was covered at the base by a thick growth of the densest public hair I had ever seen. This white man, whoever he was, was the finest specimen of a testosterone filled man I'd ever seen. I quickly started to lick his hairy balls and work my way up to his thick uncut cock. His crotch was pungent. And he was sweaty. Maybe he had worked earlier. It got me even more horned up. I took his cock in my mouth and tried to deep throat it. Gagged. He laughed and pushed me down on it. I choked and gagged for a few minutes before he let go. And then my throat became used to him and I wored his thick dick deep into my throat over and over. "I dont want to cum this way faggot," he said. I knew what he meant. I squirted some lube on my ass and positioned myself on my back. I grabbed a condom and started to open it. He laughed. "I'm gonna breed you raw faggot." With that he forced his thick cock onto my hole. It was too big. I screamed a "No. Condom please." He slapped me hard across the face. So hard it hurt. Angrily. He grabbed my face and chin with his hand and pushed his face into mine. "I will do as I want. And I will fuck your ass raw. Understood?" I started to cry. He spit on his thick cock and forced it in. I screamed in pain and he held his hand over my mouth and pushed my face down as he forced his way into my ass. He was pushing down on my face so much and so hard into the mattress, I could feel the box spring hitting the back of my head. My ass was higher than my face and completely at his disposal. He kept forcing his cock in till he was balls deep. And that's when the rough thrusting began. My screams were muffled by his sheer force and his loud animal grunts as he raped my ass raw. Twenty minutes later I had lost all strength to fight back and he was still strong and powerful destroying my sore ass. The pain was slowly starting to feel good as I knew I would probably never be raped like this by real man ever again. He moved his hand from my mouth to my neck and pulled me up to his hairy pit. I took a big whiff and as soon as I smelled his manliness, my limp dicklet sprung to life. This seemed to please my sexy bear rapist and his thrusts started to get deeper and faster. He kept hitting my prostate and after five more minutes, he had me cummings hands free. I shot all over my chest and face. He smiled and continued to grunt as my hole automatically became tighter after I had just come. It started to hurt more and more. I started to tear up again and whimpered. Finally he announced that he was getting close by grunting loudly and started to deposit volleys after volleys of his baby juice into my ass. I counted thirteen thrusts and volleys. I finally took a deep breath as he pulled out of me. My ass felt empty. He brought his dick close to my face to clean off. I could see pink splooge on it. I knew he had ripped me up good. I lapped up everything that was on his dick as he laughed for some reason. He looked at me handsome as ever and said, "You're such a faggot." As he wore his clothes and I lay there exhausted with my ass sore and bleeding, I said to him, "Thank you Sir."
    2 points
  4. Was wanking to some Xtube stuff this afternoon in my fav outfit: tanktop and tight stretchy gymshorts (which I actually don't wear at the gym because they are too revealing) when the doorbell rang. Postal Service delivery guy (cute younger guy) delivering a package. Well...he looked at my package (no way to hide that rockhard boner), grinned and told me to have a good time :-)
    2 points
  5. I have been following this story for months, just like many of you. I have read a LOT of dirty stories and this one is in the top percent for me. Anyone can throw some words together and call it a story, but it takes talent to leave you wanting more....this leaves me needing more, just like I bet Dalton is going to be needing more of what his neighbors are going to give him.
    2 points
  6. Excellent new chapter versbbguy. I like it how Cod and Dad are getting sluttier and sluttier independently of one another, and still neither of them know that the other is chasing poz. Cod jumping on BBRT was a hot move. And Dad connecting with not one, but two hotties from the clinic was superhot. I'm thinking Chris is gonna be a great contact for pulling in a bunch of HVL poz guys to get the job done. I envisage a whole bunch of raunchy possibilities: a). Dad is still neg, but Cod is poz. Cod hooks up with Sam and with the new guys in the story and the focus is on putting Dad in nasty poz gang-bang situations. Love the idea of Cod witnessing (and participating in) Dad's final descent. OR . Both Dad and Cod are still neg, and Sam sets up some gangbang situations for the two of them as a pair. The thought of them face to face on all fours making out and whispering dirty things to one another, while a train of poz guys fuck them is uber-hot. OR c). Maybe the ultimate gang-bang takes place after-hours at the clinic where Chris (who knows Sam) has set up a bunch of the clinic's best HVL clients to help out. OR d). Perhaps Chris and Sam advertise an HVL conversion gang-bang on BBRT for the neg father and son pair. The advertisement includes full photographs of the pair (including their cum-leaking holes), and attracts an amazing turnout. The advertisement attracts the attention of a BB porn company who gets in touch to film it, with before and after interviews (documentary reality TV style). Love the idea that when Dad and Cod finally poz up (which I hope is not for awhile), they become highly sought-after poz escorts and/or underground fetish porn stars and their adventures continue. The idea of Dad doing a nasty, explicit photoshoot advertising his hole (with Cod watching) is major turn-on. BTW, by now their holes must be getting very used, stretched and sloppy, (as good bb bottom slut holes do) Be great to document that. Whatever scenarios cum next, you're doing a great job versbbguy. I will be very sad if and when the tale ever ends. In the meantime, every new chapter is a filthy pleasure. THANKS for writing this story!
    2 points
  7. 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.
    2 points
  8. 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.
    2 points
  9. "Oh, man, please, keep going," I exclaimed when his cockhead breached my ass. "Don't worry, guy, you'll get it. I'm just easing it in," replied Colin as he slowly filled my ass. Eddie, meanwhile, had shifted position so the two of us were face to face. When he took me into his manly arms I thought I would melt with pleasure. "I'm gonna make sure your first time is special," Eddie whispered, just as Colin's cock was balls-deep in my hole. Easing his cock in and out, Colin repeated the movement with increasing vigor, a bit harder with each thrust. Eddie crawled out and was now in front of me. He grabbed my face, knelt down and kissed me, then went back up and pushed his dick into my mouth. He grabbed my head and started to fuck my throat. I didn't want Colin to think Eddie was being too rough for me, so I let out some moans. "Damn Colin, just started and I think he's decided," Eddie remarked. "Yeah, decided what?" Colin asked. "You know, which team he's catching for," Eddie replied, which earned a chuckle from Colin, as they exchanged a high-5 in self congratulation, I supposed. I let out some uncomfortable moans just to change pace, but they understood that I was enjoying it on some level. Colin was fucking me at a pretty steady rate, each thrust pushed into me. I couldn't even speak because Eddie wasn't giving my mouth a break. He must really like the straight boy thing. He released my head and told me we were switching positions. They moved me onto my back and Colin pushed his cock into me. Eddie tried to put his down my throat, but was having a hard time fitting it in. Since this wasn't my favorite position anyway, I went with the role play asking "Hey I don't really like this position. Mind if we swit...." Suddenly Eddie was able to figure out how to stop me from finishing that sentence when he slid his beautiful cock into my mouth. True, the position in which I found myself was clumsy, and in some degree it worked, but I reasoned the two guys were enjoying themselves and I was more than pleased they elected to play with me. It also occurred to me I knew how they would react to any resistance on my part, so I groaned a bit, whereupon to my surprise Colin withdrew, even if Eddie held my face for a few seconds longer, deep-throat fucking me before letting me up for air. Grabbing the back of my head Eddie commented "Listen, we've already seen you handle it. You can definitely handle it," adding "Let's keep this up Colin." He still had my head in his hands and held it in front of my face. I wouldn't open my mouth for him which earned the sharp question "Are you gonna make me ask?" 'Not yet', I thought. I looked up at him for a second, then opened my mouth to his cock. Eddie immediately slid his cock all the way down to the base, commenting "That's-mother-fucking-right. Come on Colin, let's show this bitch what he likes." Colin moved slowly, but he did press his cock back into my ass. Not so long after he grabbed my ankles and started to fuck me harder. Eddie released his hold and made me look up at Colin who exclaimed "Oh, fuck, I'm about to bust." Even at that moment I managed to blurt the question "Wait! Do you have a condom on?" "Yeah, of course," Colin replied, following with "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, I'm about...ughhhh...." Clearly pleased, Eddie smiled at both Colin and me, saying "There you go, shit," although the mood was a bit spoiled when he added "What's your name, kid?" Oh fuck, how dumb, I felt as I answered "Jacob." "Sexy. There you go Jacob. That's how to take a it. How'd it feel?" he asked. I contemplated what to say, and settled on "I-uh-I, that was incredible." Colin smiled broadly saying "Glad I could help kid, enjoy yourself," as he abruptly walked out the door, leaving just me and Eddie in the room. I looked at him with a question in my eyes. "Good, now that that fuck is gone, I can really have you," Eddie announced. _________________________________________________ Note from Mister23: Damn, sorry it took so long. Class and what not.
    2 points
  10. 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!
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  11. The first guy that ever fucked me was my best friends dad....I was 16 and sleeping over at their house, I sucked off my best friend and swallowed his load and about an hour later I went downstairs to get a drink of water and ran into his dad with a huge erection..he looked at me and then looked at his cock and I knew he wanted me....I pulled his boxers down to find a 9.5 inch cock and started sucking on it..he then told me to follow him to the den and he told me to get on all fours and started to rim me......he fucked me and it hurt like fucking hell until he expolded deep in me. I kissed him and he said he tasted cum and I told him it was his sons and I swallowed his load earlier......this made his dick hard again and he fucked me longer and harder and shot another load in me. Next morning my best friend had awaken and had his morning wood and was playing with my ass..he asked why I was lubed up and I told him that I wanted him to fuck me.....he slid in and started to fuck me until he shot his load in me to mix with his fathers 2 loads...he pulled out and I went down on him to clean his cock and taste the mixture of both their loads.....he asked me where I got the lube and I confessed to him that it was his dad's cum in me and he said that was cool. It was the start of a dad/son tag team for me that went on for 2 years and they enjoyed it as much as I did.
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  12. A few days earlier I turned 18, and this was the first night when I didn't have anything planned, so I did a quick Google search for porn and starting watching a few good videos online. I saw quite a variety: black on white, college dudes raw, older on younger, etc. Then an ad popped up claiming I could hook up with people in the area, so I clicked on it and read of a newly-opened bathhouse which was all of a twenty minute drive from my house. I debated with myself for a second before I gained the courage to stand up, thinking 'Fuck it', grabbed my keys and walked downstairs, only to cross paths with my Mom, who asked "Hey Jacob, where you going so late?" Of course I lied, explaining "Oh just. Nate said he needed someone to study with for his big exam tomorrow so I'm gonna go help him." "All right," Mom replied, adding "just be home before 1:00." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and sent me off. I couldn't believe I was actually gonna drive to a bathhouse and see if there was anyone there willing to fuck me. Of course I had been fucked by guys before, but mostly just guys in my high school who were around the same age as me, but now I was 18 was determined to check-out the bathhouse. Holy fuck I was excited. On the drive over I played some sex songs on my phone, and when I arrived at the place I parked, and sat for a minute in the parking lot, gathering my nerves. But after a minute or so I thought 'Well, it's now or never', and into the bathhouse I went. Walking through the door, I immediately confronted a cashier who took one look at me and said "All right. I need to see your ID, kid. There's no way you're older than 16." "Hey, I just turned 18," I retorted, handing him my driver's license. "Oh, so it seems," the cashier replied. "Okay, $20.00, please." "Wait, I didn't see on the site that there was a fee." "Well, there is, but I'll waive it just this time. Happy birthday bud," as he handed me a pouch containing condoms, lube and a key to a room and then buzzed me in. A smile crossed his face as he called-out after me, "Have fun kid." I waved at him and smiled awkwardly as I entered a dimly lit room and took a few laps in their maze. I walked by a few older men, some young ones and even a couple that had around the same build as me. Most of them looked my way, but I was fully dressed so they resumed their respective conversations. I walked until I found my room. I unlocked it and saw a nice big bed, with a locker close by and a TV on which some porn was playing. There was also a little bowl full of condoms and lube, which was nice. I undressed down to my briefs and wrapped a towel around my waist. I sat on the bed and watched some porn until I had a good bulge going. Rubbing my cock I started thinking about the night. I had a nice, average seven inch dick with neatly groomed pubic hair and what some have called a lean swimmer's build. I also looked pretty young since I am pretty young. I didn't think it was gonna be so hard to find some guys who would want to play. I knew I wanted to bottom for at least one guy, and if I felt adventurous, maybe try it with two. I also thought it might be fun to try role playing, and so I came up with a story that I thought would be hot to act out. When I leaked a little bit of precum I figured it was time to walk out. I figured since I didn't take off my briefs I didn't have to take the towel out so I through it on the bed and grabbed my keys. I walked out in the hall and started doing some laps around again. I turned a couple corners and saw at least nine guys in the hall. Most were somewhat older than my age, some out of shape, some in excellent shape. They turned my way and one even spanked my ass when I walked by them. I heard them talk about how my ass bounced off his hand when I turning the corner and how that would make for a sweet little fuck. I blushed but kept walking until I found a bench near a porn movie and took a seat. I was massaging my cock when a gentleman approached, his towel wrapped around his waist. Looking him over, my eyes were immediately drawn to his chest - his hard, furry pecs and his big arms. He was so masculine I could just melt. Then he spoke. Hunk: "Hey there bud, just starting your night?" Jacob (stammering): "Yeah I just got here a few minutes ago." Hunk (smiling): "Well hey, are you here for what I think you're here for?" Jacob: "Uh-I dunno." Hunk: "Well what are you here for?" Jacob: "I dunno, I was curious about experimenting but I was too scared to try anything with anyone at school so I came here." Hunk: "School? How old are you?" Jacob: "I just turned 18 a couple days ago." Hunk (smiling): "Really?" Jacob: "Yeah." Hunk: "And you want to experiment tonight?" Jacob: "Well, yeah." Eddie: "Well hey, I'm Eddie. Is there any way I can help you out?" He offered me his hand, which I took. He placed it on his cock, which grew out of his towel. I wrapped my hand around his girth and stared at it. He was probably around the same length as I was, but much fatter. Jacob: "Oh gosh, I don't know. I don't know what's too big and that looks too big." Eddie (laughing): "Well I think you just dropped a hint at which part of gay sex you're curious about. You want a cock in you tonight boy?" Jacob: "Oh wow, I didn't mean, I mean, I guess, that is kinda what I want." Eddie: "I see you have a room. You wanna head to it?" Jacob: "Yeah." As I rose to my feet he gave my ass a squeeze remarking "Damn that's a firm ass. You're a hot little fuck man." We walked to my dorm, but on the way another guy stopped us commenting "Hey you two look like you're about to have fun. Mind if a third tagged along?" Eddie looked to me and replied "It's this little guy's first time, I don't know if he'd be up to take two tonight." "Well, let's ask him then. What do you say little guy? Wanna take some more cock?" I looked down at his bulge, which generally looked bigger than Eddie's, even if it wasn't absolutely clear it was as thick. It was, however, clear it was longer. I shrugged. Eddie looked disappointed but the new guy was satisfied and he introduced himself as 'Colin' also asking "So what do you mean by first time?" The three of us walked together. I explained my lie to them; that I was a straight boy, but I stumbled on a gay porn a couple weeks ago and got interested in trying it out. "How do you know you wanna try bottoming?" Colin asked. My replied "I guess because I don't know if I could get it up for topping," appeared to satisfy him as he nodded, just as the three of us approached my room, which I promptly unlocked, ushering the two men into the tiny cubicle. We walked in and closed the door behind us. I could hear some grunting from the room next to us, which definitely fueled the lust inside ours. Eddie took his towel off and officially revealed his thick dick. Colin took his shirt and towel off too and I got a good look at his body for the first time. Another nice body, but not as hard as Eddie's was. They asked how I wanted to start and I just knelt down. I hovered over Eddie's cock for a second pretending I was still unsure I wanted to do this. I eventually wrapped my lips around his cock head, which caused a moan to come from him. I went down farther and pretended to choke before trying it again. I switched to Colin and did the same thing. He grabbed my head and helped me ease it on his cock; he didn't go too fast and he wasn't too rough, but he did make me go down farther. I kept switching from Colin to Eddie for a few more minutes. They moved me into a new position, where I was 69ing on top of Eddie and Colin was behind me spreading my cheeks to rim my hole. I was still pretending like this was my first time, but my moans were not fake. I loved every second that Colin was munching on my ass while Eddie and I were inhaling each other's cock. Colin asked "How does this feel?" "It's fuckin' amazing," I involuntarily exclaimed. "Mind if I try putting in a finger?" "Hell, no, yeah try it." Spitting on my hole a couple of times, Colin pressed one of his fingers inside my ass. Even with Eddie's cock in my mouth, I managed a low moan of approval, which prompted Colin's remark "Oh fuck, what a tight ass." Eddie reminded Colin "This is his first time, so take it gently." "And happily," Colin agreed as he spat a bit more onto my hole, now inserting two fingers, which naturally elicited some additional moans on my part, especially when he began cork-screwing his fingers inside my chute. "I know I know there's some pain, but we have to do this so it'll feel better," explained Colin for my benefit as he kissed my ass and bit my cheeks between his kisses, which sent tingles throughout my entire body. "Fuck, damn," Colin burst, "Damn, this is perfect. I think I'm ready to start if you are." Without fully understanding what he had in mind I replied without hesitation "Oh gosh yeah let's try it." Eddie took my dick out of his mouth while Colin re-positioned me so I was still on my knees, just up more so he could aim his dick at my ass. Eddie resumed with the 69ing as Colin inched his cock towards my hole, taking a few seconds to remark "There's no going back straight boy. Once this enters you, your world will change." I accepted his challenge replying "I still wanna try it. Just please." I heard some rustling and I looked back to see him pulling on a condom, followed by lubing my hole with some sort of gel, which was followed by his cock head. _________________________________________________________ Note from Mister23: This got longer than I expected and I'm really tired. It was supposed to be a one-shot but I'll finish it another time.
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  13. Most people thought of Drew as one of two things: shy or nerdy. With a slighter build, and eye glasses that were just a tad too thick for his face, he often went unnoticed to most people. Take off the glasses and the Walmart clothes, and a heart-stopping twink appears with big brown eyes. Underneath the shy exterior, there was a young man full of lust, curiosity and dark fantasies. He couldn't dare find a way to express his wants to guys he met in real life. The Internet sites he visited provided him with the right combination of opportunity and anonymity for him to be bolder .. and more daring. Last night, his online chatting brought out one of Drew's darkest fantasies. For reasons he could never understand, he always found himself drawn to the online stories of bug chasing and conversions. Nothing made his dick harder than the story of unexpected stealth breeding. He had all of the bareback story sites bookmarked and indulged them on a regular basis. He was well-versed in the "lingo" and felt it was time to put his working knowledge of this forbidden world into practice. Drew didn't really want to get pozzed, he decided. He loved the "fantasy" of the idea. So, when he got the nerve to engage in some sexy talk with a poz guy on Adam4Adam, he didn't fully expect where it would take him. drewtrek22: hey that's a hot screenname. top9inyou: yeah? you want it? drewtrek22: whoah! not so fast, man. Just like your pics. It says ur poz. And anything goes? Maybe that's not such a good idea? top9inyou: if it's not your thing, then peace out man. drewtrek22: just saying i wouldn't let a big poz dick up my ass. even though your're hott. topin9you: okay Drew waited. He needed to keep the conversation going. He was too curious and excited now. drewtrek22: i bet you want to poz my hole don't ya? shoot your charged load up my ass? admit it. top9inyou: only if you wanted that. drewtrek22: like i would want poz cum up my ass? no thanks! you're hot, but I'm not taking your poz babies. thanks. top9inyou: well if you change your mind, you found me first. so you know where to find me again. drewtrek22: i just don't want you to stealth fuck me and turn me into a little poz cumslut top9inyou: oh? well then, don't let poz guys up your ass. you never know what you'll get. drewtrek22: yeah, i bet you want to stealth breed me. your profile says "anything goes." i bet that means you like to seduce a guy and make him beg for your cum, right? top9innyou: i never had to make anyone beg for my cum. everyone that takes my cock wants my cum. it's cool if that's not your thing. drewtrek22: nobody ever said stop?! top9inyou: everybody always says "more." drewtrek22: not me. don't get any ideas with that big dick of yours. Drew's dick was so hard it strained the buttons fastening his jeans. The anticipation of that big hot dick entering a forbidden place - it was too enticing an idea to stop thinking about; so he pressed on with the conversation. drewtrek22: well, like i said, you're hott. and your dick looks amazing. but i wouldn't beg for poz cum. top9inyou: so you say now drewtrek22: i mean it. i might suck your big cock and let you rub my ass with your thick cock; but no pozzing my hole!!! top9inyou: if you don't want it, you won't get it. Another long pause. Drew had to continue. drewtrek22: i gotta say it's hot thinking about a hot guy with a big dick pushing my boundaries, though. top9inyou: what kind of boundaries? drewtrek22: ya know .. barebacking with a poz guy. top9inyou: oh that turns you on, huh? drewtrek22: yeah. kinda. i'm not saying you can fuck my ass with your hot poz cock though. Drew reflected on that last message he sent. That was when he tipped his hand, he realized. top9inyou: oh you think my poz cock is hot eh? drewtrek22: i'm just saying your hot, that's all. do u ever pull out? top9inyou: nope drewtrek22: think you can make an exception for me? top9inyou: if my dick goes inside you, it's not coming out until i unload inside you. It was that statement that Drew couldn't let escape his mind. So, it was no surprise that just a couple of hours after talking with Evan (aka "top9inyou"), Drew found himself in a "vulernable" position. Drew was laying on his side with Evan beside him as well. Evan was reaching around Drew and slowly pulling on Drew's small but rock-hard shaft. All the while, Evan slowly rocked his pelvis into Drew. Evan had boxers on and Drew was in his briefs. It took an hour of akward chit chat before Evan finally persuade Drew to "cuddle" in his bed. The large bulge being rubbed into Drew's bottom was driving him crazy. Evan knew he could take things at least a bit further; and pulled down his boxers and then pressed his large eager member into Drew's briefs, aiming for his hole. "Mmmm .." Drew leaked out. "I bet you want to put your big poz dick in my ass now, don't you?" Evan turned the question around, "are you wanting my big poz dock in you now?" Drew's only response was another "mmmmm ..." as he couldn't bring himself to say yes, despite wanting to feel the shaft nudging into his pleasure spot. Moments later, the line had been crossed. Drew was trying to catch his breath. His ass felt like it was on fire, being pinched, pulled and stretched in impossible ways while Evan slowly pressed his now spit-drenched thick dick into Drew's hot hole. "That's it .. take my dick," Evan said softly as he pressed in deeper, and kissed Drew softly on his neck. All Drew could think about at the moment was the pain his ass was feeling. He had forgotten that moments before he was anxious over the dick making its way toward's his hole. "You like that big poz cock in you now?" Evan poked Drew was now second guessing himself. The pain was so intense, "I don't know .. maybe we should stop. It hurts..." Evan did not let up, though. He continued to use the ass he was initially offered. He was feeling stupid now. Drew thought a dick like this big would feel great; and he's letting a poz guy up his ass. It doesn't feel good at all, and now he's gonna get hiv, Drew was realizing. "There's a poz dick in my ass, " Drew thought to himself, "he's trying to fuck hiv up my ass." And somehow logic escaped him. The thought of a big poz dick inside him triggered the release of that pent-up desire he had tried so hard to supress. A moment later, the punishment of Drew's ass was quickly turning into a rampage of pleasure. The painful jabs quickly turned into exciting thrusts of ecstacy. Drew never had such a full wonderful feeling deep inside him. His tiny hard dick sprung up involuntarily with each jab he welcomed. Drew's ambivalence quickly turned to demand. "Yes! Fuck me with your big poz cock!!!" Drew implored. The combination of a poz cock, coupled with the biggest dick he ever had inside him won him over. "I knew you'd want more," Evan reminded Drew. "Yes! More!" Drew vaguely remembered denying the notion before. "I'm gonna poz your little ass," Evan informed his new twink lover; and continued to hammer into Drew's now-stretched, full and wanting hole. "Oh fuck!" Drew said as he took short intense heaving breaths, "yeah, poz me up!" The only thing keeping Drew from cumming instantly was a small bit of doubt buried deep in the back of his head telling him that this might be a mistake. He ignored the thought as best he could; and somehow that thought reinforced the arousal he was feeling. Evan embraced Drew even more tightly, and then asked, "are you ready to take it all?" Drew couldn't imagine his ass any fuller or the cock even deeper. He was almost afraid to answer, but wanted to feel it all, "Yes give it to me!!!" With little effort, Evan rolled Drew onto his stomach, while keeping part of his large cock still inside him. Drew instinctively bucked back and felt Evan pry deeper. Drew's eyes widened. He felt a combination of pleasure and pain he never expected. "holy shit .. Yeah! DRILL ME!" Drew muttered. The only response from Evan was re-doubled effort of ass pounding. Drew coughed unexpectedly. Maybe it was pressure on his balls that forced the cough out. It didn't matter. A huge cock was pounding his hole about to unload poz cum inside him. "This is what you wanted all along, wasn't it?" Evan pryed. "FUCK YES!" FUCK YES!" Drew exclaimed even though half his face was buried into a pillow. A deep strange pain emerged with each thrust. Oddly, the strangeness of this unfelt sensation only turned Drew on even more, if that was even possible. Words failed Drew and primal howls were the only sounds piercing the air as Evan drove his cock relentlessly in and out of the tight hot hole beneath him. Drew was about to explode. The assault of pleasure and pain. The stretching of his ass; the big poz cock invading him. It was all too much to handle. Evan seemed to sense the orgasm building and coaxed his new lust, "Ready for my load?" It took a few moments for Evan to respond. He was lost in the moment of pure bliss as he tried to refrain from blowing his own load, "oh God yes!!! Cum in my ass! PLEASE!" and then Drew remembered it would be his first known poz load and he surrendered to the moment and remembered to add "give me your charged load! POZ MY ASS!!!" With those last words, Drew felt his ass lock around the big cock inside him. He felt a sudden surge of wetness deeper than he ever felt which triggered the release of his built up load as well. He could feel Evan's cock continue to pump what seemed an impossibly large load; and somehow Drew's orgasm seemed to last in duration. He never shot so much cum out of his own dick as he felt his hole now slick and wet as Evan unloaded. "Don't pull out," Drew pleaded. Despite his orgasm, he still felt an insatiable desire to have the big dick kept withim him. Evan obliged. It was the best fuck of his life, Drew decided. And even in the immediate moments to follow, he wanted more. The next afternoon, Drew logged on hoping to find Evan online. He was disappointed to not find a green dot next to the name in his inbox, but opened the new message. After reading the message, Drew found himself instantly hard again. It read simply "I knew you wanted my hot poz cock."
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  14. The following is complete fiction, it has no firm basis and is just an idea i had whilst thinking of times gone by and lost chances. I apologize if it is rather long. I'm not a word smith. I just write it as it comes out. August 2001. Here I was in Manchester. I had just left home and knew no one. Truth be told I had run away from home. Coming out to my parents had been a bad idea. Mum had taken it badly and I ended up bruised and battered, so one day I just packed my things and left. On arrival in Manchester I a place in a student house and enrolled myself at a local college to do some crappy catering course. I certainly had no real firm idea of what I was going to do with my life, but decided to give it a whirl. After a few days I plucked up enough courage to try out the gay scene. I had never been into a gay pub, and in fact didn't even know any other gay men. I was still a virgin, (if you don't count waking off to porn!). The first couple of bars I visited, Via Fossa, and a bit further down, Manto's, seemed okay. I had a drink in each and was somewhat enjoying my new-found freedom, so I decided to visit a few more bars. As I made the rounds I passed an alley in which I saw a bar called Company Bar. Now remember folks. At the time of this incident I was 18, and knew nothing about gay pubs, which I knew only through what I had seen on Queer As Folk. The name sounded friendly enough so I decided to give it a try. At this stage I was a bit tipsy as I had never really had much to drink before. There was no doorman, only a long flight of stairs down into the basement where, apparently, the bar was located. I gingerly made my way down the staircase, trying all the time not to trip. When I stepped through the door, I stopped dead. I couldn't believe my eyes. This bar was very unlike the other two bars I had visited. The crowd was so much older and more, well, manly looking. They were wearing strange clothing I hadn't seen before, clothing made from rubber and leather. I was particularly astonished by a patron who was wearing a pair of what appeared to be leather coverings on his jeans which left the back and front exposed. (Late I learned the leather garment he was wearing were called chaps). Not wanting to look a total fool, I decided to get a drink, consume it, and split, so I made my way to the rather small bar, squeezing in between two guys, one, an older man who was dressed in leather, and the other somewhat younger, (in the range of 30 - 35, or so), who sported a shaved head and bleacher jeans. "Beer please!" I nervously squeaked at the barman when he finally noticed me. "ID?" he rumbled back. I presented my drivers licence. Glancing at it, he handed it back and nodded at someone behind me. I paid for my drink and decided to stand on the far side away from the bar with my back to the wall. God, was I nervous! Up until this point I had always sorta fantasised about getting it on with slim, trim and cute guys who were my own age, but one guy was staring at me non-stop, and I found myself thinking he was oddly interesting. He was somewhere between 45 and 50 years old, had dark brown hair going grey at the sides, a full beard, was wearing a leather biker jacket, boots, and the aforementioned chaps. Even as he sipped his beer he never took his eyes off me. I could tell I was blushing as I was terribly nervous, but all the beers I had consumed got the better of me: I needed to piss, and quickly, so I located the toilets and made a quick dash inside. Standing at the trough I pulled-out my dick and let it flow, my eyes closed in the pleasure of a desperately needed piss. Damn, did it feel good. I was, however, so buzzed I didn't hear the door open, and not until I heard the sound of another stream of piss splashing into the trough did I realize someone had entered the restroom and was standing along side me. Upon taking a quick look I discovered the leather guy was also pissing, Naturally I couldn't help but sneak a peek at his dick; even soft he was showing a seven inch cock. Mine, in contrast, outwardly small, even though I knew that at full mast it was a respectable seven and a half inches. I also noticed his cock was considerably thicker than mine. Startled, I looked-up and realized he was smiling directly at me, almost wiling me to admire his cock. "Hey boy, like what you see?" His voice was just as you would expect: deep and rumbling. Something inside me lit up. I didn't know what was happening to me, but this guy really hit a button somewhere. "Yeah, I suppose," I stammered. My nervousness seemed to please him more. "My name's Mike. Can I buy you a drink?" he again rumbled. Slowly, somewhat distractedly, I nodded 'yes' as I stared into his deep eyes. I was hooked. With that he put his dick away and zipped up. I snapped out of my trance and did the same, following Mike out of the toilets and back into the bar. Soon we were sat together on high stools near the back chatting. Within five minutes he had managed to get out of me my life history. I didn't learn what he did, but he seemed to have me in the palm of his hand, an apt phrase as to what was about to follow. Once the beers had been drunk I offered to buy him another, but he declined as he said he had to be off home. He could probably see my disappointed expression a mile away. "Tell you what boy. Why don't you come with me so we can continue chatting," he asked. At this point I would likely have agreed to anything. Something that night had changed. I had never before seen a gay guy like Mike. So powerful, so manly. Still, I I did hesitate for a second or so, that was until he leaned quickly forward and kissed me hard, before whispering into my ear "I know you want this, boy. I saw you when you came in. It was as if you had walked into a toy shop at Christmas. I know you're nervous, baby, but we're gonna have fun." By now I was completely lost. He took me into his arms and guided me through the bar towards the door. I could smell his body odor: not deodorant or cologne. Just honest manly smells. My dick was rock hard in an instant, creating a substantial bulge in my crotch. Mike noticed the condition of my cock and gave it a quick squeeze. Shivers raced up and down my spine. "Okay," I replied, as, with he led me through the exit, his arm over my shoulder, and somehow we managed the staircase into the cold night air. Whereupon Mike hailed a passing black cab. Once we were en route to Mike's place, he put his arm around me, protectively, perhaps, and at no point did I feel threatened or unsafe. In fact I felt happier than I had in quite a while! Soon we were at Mike's place, which was a nice loft apartment. As he hung-up our coats, he offered me a drink from his fridge and told me to make myself at home. I sat on the sofa as Mike brought out the beers, which he placed on the coffee table. Then he took off his t-shirt, exposing his broad, very hairy chest. I had never before seen so much hair on a man's chest, and Mike registered my amazement, and apparently enjoyed my reaction, because he slowly he bent down, lifted me up off the sofa, pulled me in for a deep long kiss, his tongue assaulted my mouth. I was powerless to refuse him, and immediately found myself responding with enthusiasm, running my hands over his back and powerful arms. He also spent time exploring my body, pulling off my t-shirt and admiring my pale skinned hairless chest. The next thing I knew he was pulling my mouth down towards his chest saying "Suck on my nipples, boy." I could do little but comply. What I was doing seemed to be right as he began growling and moaning, soon he ordered me to chew them as well, and this was also apparently done to his satisfaction because he groaned even more loudly. After about five minutes of this he pulled my face up, placed a hand on each side of my head, and looking deep into my eyes asked "You're hot boy. In fact you're the hottest boy I've had in months. I want to make your first time special, so you'll never forget, but you gotta know once we're in the bedroom I'm in charge. You've gotta do as I say, right?" I was stunned by this, but managed to stammer out "Yes, sir." I couldn't think of a more complete reply. "I didn't quite hear that, BOY!" he said again, this time his face looked darker. "Yes sir," I replied more clearly. "That's better." And with that he turned me around and guided me to the bedroom. What the fuck was happening I asked myself. I had never even thought of this kind of shit before. Was it the beer? Was it my nerves? What? As soon as we got into the bedroom he turned me around and barked the order "Strip." I immediately removed my trainers, jeans, boxers and socks and stood before him, my dick once again rock hard. WTF? I stood there at the foot of his bed, awaiting his inspection and further inspections. Nodding his approval, he ordered me to turn around. Upon doing so, Mike inspected my back and commented "Nice boy, but I wanna see your hole. Pull your ass cheeks apart." I did as instructed, somewhat embarrassed, but also turned on by this big dominant man, a real man, who was inspecting me, checking me over, me, a thin pale twink fresh from the sticks. "Hmmm. I think we are gonna gonna have some fun, boy. Turn around." When I complied, I could see Mike was thinking about something, and sure enough, he slowly approached me and looked me straight in the eyes and said "Usually when I pick up boys like you, they appear to be up for some fun, at least when we're standing at the bar, only to develop cold feet when we get here. Which means I have to remind them of what we're here for, but you're different. Yeah, I can tell you're nervous, but you're not fighting back at all." He looked on at me with the gleam of lust in his gaze. I returned his look, even if the experience was new to me. Stepping back, he slowly undid his belt, pulled off his boots and dropped his chaps and jeans, his hardening cock coming into full view for the first time. My eyes were riveted: it looked wonderful. Involuntarily I licked my lips in anticipation. I had never sucked a cock in my life and most definitely wanted his. His voice brought me back to reality: "All in good time, boy." With that he moved quickly forward, pushed me back onto the bed and was on top of me in an instant, his hands exploring my body, his mouth on mine Then he moved down and started sucking my nipples, one after the other. It felt like electric bolts were shooting through my body. And, the pleasure shifted to my cock when, in a flash, he took my dick head in his mouth. I nearly jumped right out of the bed as he started to work my dick in his mouth. It was incredible. A tingle told me my cum wasn't far off. As an experienced cock sucker, Mike knew as much, and stopped blowing me, but rather pinched the base of my dick, commenting "Not yet, boy. You've had your fun. Now it's my turn." With this, he rolled off of me, and roughly forced me to suck on his nipples again, virtually chewing on them the way he liked. This time, however, he pushed my head lower towards his crotch. Unbidden I kissed and sucked my way down his broad hairy chest and torso until I was faced with his now hard dick. It must of been at least ten inches in length. "Cover your teeth with your lips, boy, and do what I did," Mike directed as he forced my head down onto his cock. I began slowly, and then began working away at the head. The noises Mike made told me he was enjoying my attention, but all too soon i felt his hands forcing my head lower, forcing me to take more and more of his cock into my mouth, so much, in fact, that I thought i would choke, but then, to my astonishment, I realized I had taken his entire length into my throat, and his cock head was lodged deep in my gullet. Somehow I had learned to breath, notwithstanding the tube of flesh that was obstructing my throat. "Good boy," he remarked, as Mike then proceeded to fuck my throat, quite roughly, truth be told, all the time telling me what a good boy I was, and that I was a natural cock sucker. His praise encouraged me even more, so I used my imagination to maximize his pleasure. And, as Mike wouldn't allow me to play with myself, my balls were definitely frantic, and my cock was drooling. After about ten minutes he pulled me off of his cock. Although I may very well have looked like a mess, Mike didn't hesitate to again kiss me long and deep. "I wanna fuck you, boy. I wanna shoot my cum in your ass." I had all the safe sex lectures at school, but at this point I didn't care. I wanted Mike and his cum. "Please, that's exactly what I was hoping for," I replied. Mike positioned me so I was now on my stomach, and he dove into my ass, rimming me without the slightest hesitation, pleasuring me for some fifteen minutes. Then he slowly worked one, then two, then three fingers into my hole, stretching my ass lips even as he continued tongue-fucking me. "I'd say you're ready now, boy. Lay on your back. Take a couple hits of these poppers," he directed, encouraging me to take more and more until my head was spinning and my heart beat raced. When I wondered where this was going, I then felt a sharp pain in my arse, pain that intensified as his cock head forced its way in. I screamed in agony but he pinned me down, held me there, with only his cock head in my hole, saying "You're gonna take it all boy. You're gonna take my dick all the way. You need this as much as I. My cock is gonna change your life forever." With that admonition he again ordered me to take additional hits of the poppers. Again my head spun and heart raced, but my ass muscles also seemed to loosen and his cock slid into me, slowly, steadily, inch by inch, working its way down until his balls were resting on my ass. I had never felt so full before, almost, but not quite as if I needed the loo! Then he started to work his cock in and out of my ass. The sensation at first was agony but soon changed to that of pleasure. His rhythm intensified until he was virtually slamming my butt. My dick was still rock hard but kept twitching every time he nudged my prostate. I knew I was not far from cumming. I told him as much, and he replied "I'm close too, boy," his pace now frantic, and as he pushed himself over the top, he shouted "TAKE MY POZ CUM. BOY!" He roared and convulsed as he came, his load blowing deep into my ass. The sensation and excitement pushed me over the top, and I also came, blowing my cum all over his torso. I was still high from the fuck and trying to take it all in, but I wasn't so out of it that I hadn't registered his exclamation. Looking at his eyes, which were dull with exhaustion, I managed to stutter "Y-y-y-your positive?" "Yes, boy I am. And my positive load is now swimming around in your gut. You should be proud. I've been saving that one for days!" As the high of his orgasm subsided, he saw my face and his expression softened. He slowly withdrew his cock from my ass as I lay in his bed, terrified, excited and gratified. Mike collapsed beside me and pulled me into his embrace, explaining "It's okay, boy. You're gonna be fine. You're not like those other trashy twinks I've fucked and kicked-out - just for the pleasure of taking them down a few notches. I fucked you to set you free. I want you here with me forever, boy." I slowly looked up at him, tears in my eyes. He'd just infected me with HIV, but then he'd been so tender afterwards. Looking into his eyes I saw only genuine affection. My last resolve gave way and I buried my face against his chest and said "I want you too, Daddy." That night he fucked two more loads into my ass. The next day we talked it all through. As soon as I got my diagnosis he'd make sure I got the best care. Then we went to my crummy student house, collected my things and moved them into his. We've been together now for 14 years, and Mike has introduced me to new sexual experiences, the like of which I never thought possible. And, as I've kept my looks, we now go out to work the bars together. You see, Mike likes nothing more than watching me breed some cute twink's ass on the webcam as I fuck him in our bed.
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  15. Several guys have asked me to repost the Dr. Mike - Biohazard or Healer - main story from 2012 along with the various related and side stories. As I just wrapped up the story My Name is Mikey, the story arc is complete and all the links are below. Enjoy! Dr. Mike – Biohazard and Healer https://breeding.zone/topic/10939-dr-mike-%E2%80%93-biohazard-and-healer-%E2%80%93-part-1-%E2%80%93-the-first-office-visit My Name is Mikey (Dr Mike’s back story) https://breeding.zone/topic/33452-my-name-is-mikey-20-%E2%80%93-happy-18th-you%E2%80%99re-a-man-now/ Charles – Horse Dick Leather Lord and Master and Dr Mike’s Lieutenant https://breeding.zone/topic/11410-charles-%E2%80%93-horse-dick-leather-lord-and-master-and-dr-mike%E2%80%99s-lieutenant-part-1/ The Soldiers – Supporting our Troops the Dr. Mike Way https://breeding.zone/topic/12476-the-soldiers-%E2%80%93supporting-our-troops-the-dr-mike-way Carl – the Homeless Dick Gangbang in the Library and Matt the War Hero https://breeding.zone/topic/11164-carl-%E2%80%93-the-homeless-dick-gangbang-in-the-library-and-matt-the-war-hero/ Joseph – Dr. Mike’s Patient I Stealth Pozzed and Earned my BIOHAZRD Status https://breeding.zone/topic/12248-joseph-%E2%80%93-dr-mike%E2%80%99s-patient-i-stealth-pozzed-and-earned-my-biohzard-status-and-tat The Homeless Guys from the Video Store – Fucked Up, Dicked Down, Pimped Out https://breeding.zone/topic/12893-the-homeless-guys-from-the-video-store-%E2%80%93fucked-up-dicked-down-pimped-out/ Franklin Square Park Crew – Warren the Drug Dealer Gets me High, Fucks me Higher https://breeding.zone/topic/13555-franklin-square-park-crew-part1-warren-the-drug-dealer-gets-me-high-fucks-me-higher/ Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles – the Final Chapters https://breeding.zone/topic/12719-dr-mike-–-the-sire-chronicles-the-final-chapters Uncle Jack Attacks: The Kidnap – A Sire Chronicles Story https://breeding.zone/topic/14279-uncle-jack-attacks-chapter-1-%E2%80%93-the-kidnap The Breeder’s Market – The Tours and Training Begin: A Sire Chronicles Story https://breeding.zone/topic/14592-the-breeders-market-%E2%80%93-the-tours-and-training-begin-a-sire-chronicles-story
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  16. 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.
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  17. I was on Atripla for 5 years. It worked well for awhile, but then I started having insomnia and irregular sleep. It also made anxiety and depression worse, and I began having palpitations on it. I realized this was due to the Sustiva component of it. When I started it in 2010 it was first-line treatment. Now, no longer. I weighed my options and decided to go with Stribild because it was the most similar to Atripla but without the Sustiva. I've been on Stribild for a week and hardly any side effects! Some nausea the first day or so, but sleeping okay with it, and anxiety is much better. I think Atripla can wreak havoc on the central nervous system and cause all sorts of nasty side effects over time, but they happened for me gradually. I'm glad I finally got off of it, anything that affects my mind I don't care for. I chose Stribild over Triumeq because I heard too many people say it gave them insomnia.
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  18. I'd definitely enjoy two to three guys taking turns on me, but my boyfriend is enough at times considering he'll cum in me a couple times a day.
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  19. It depends. But in my experience, Bbrts is hands down the best, and most reliable if you aren't too picky. There's usually at least one or two cumpigs on there who are willing, again if you aren't too picky. I've had decent luck with it. Adam4adam is all about where you are, but it's no-frills, no-hassle, and if you're clear about what you're looking for it usually works but might take a bit longer than bbrts to find someone willing to bb. I always state that I ONLY bb, and usually guys will be so cumhungry that they come around. On adam4adam, I list my status and just go online and wait for guys to contact me, that filters out many of the flakes. Whereas with bbrts I feel more comfortable about hitting up guys I'm interested in because everyone on there are cumpigs For me Manhunt is the worst, never got any action on there. And Squirt isn't much better. Never could get into Grindr
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  20. BBRT is good but full of so many guys who demand parTy with every hookup. So I find there's more drug-free bb sex on a4a, my personal favorite. Manhunt and Grindr are the absolute worst.
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  21. So this is a fantasy that's run through my mind so many times I thought I'd share it with you guys. Now I have a real big thing for American men, and I mean big. Nice big American raw cock is something I crave. The wind and the rain are whipping around the house, spring seems so far away. The tv is on but I'm not really paying attention, my eyes are pinned to my laptop, watching my chat buddy from Palm Springs slamming some guy, they're getting off knowing I'm watching and hell am I getting hard watching them. This isn't the first time I've watched Pete slip a needle into a guys vein, straining to watch that flash of blood then the slow push of the plunger, Tina slowly but firmly entering the guys blood, then the cough and the rush. I've seen several times how the bottoms always turn into hungry little whores for Petes cock. There it was, a really clear shot of the flash, wanking my cock hard, wishing it were my arm on the screen, watching as Pete slams me for the first time. From the angle of the shot I can see Petes cock is rock hard, long and straight, the cut head of his cock probably wet with precum. Next thing I know the tornequete is off the guys arm and he's jumping on his host. Pete moves him over to the bed and in one move has him on his back and he's slipping his cock between his lips. Pete likes to get sucked first to make his cock nice and wet, no need for lube when he takes the guys arse. I watch them suck and fuck for a while, think they've forgotten I'm watching, they're both flying. Eventually I can't hold back any longer I can feel the cum boiling deep inside and as I watch Petes raw cock sliding in and out of the bottom guy I let loose a loud groan and a huge load of spunk spurts all over my furry belly. Spent I shut down the laptop and drift off to sleep, dreaming that one day I will meet my american daddy and he will own not just my hole, but my entire body. We'd fuck for days in the California sunshine. A couple of days later my phone buzzes, it's a message from Pete. "So did you enjoy the show the other day". "Fuck yeah, did you have a good night?" "Shit, yeAh was ok, nothing too special, wasn't my hot little Brit boy worshipping my cock". How my hole twitches when he says things like that, and he knows it, he knows how to push my buttons. "Well mate I wish it were me, why are we so fucking far apart". My finger automatically reaches for my hole, teasing it gently. "You could be here, your arm strapped up, a full rig waiting to fill you with lust, you know I have several friends who would love to meet you. I've shown them all the pics of your furry body and hot ass, some are even impressed by your uncut cock but most just want your hole lol" I spit on my finger and shove it deep in my arse, the thought of those American guys wanting me gets me so wound up. Pete knows all my fantasies. "You know I'd be there if I could mate, and you know I'd do anything for you." "I know you would but I know it costs shit loads to get here from England. We'll have to work something out, I need to get you flying and make you the centre of attention for my buds" "Oh fuck I want that so much, you know I'd let anyone fuck me that you choose, would love you to get me real fucked up and whore me out, and I wanna feel your cut cock rubbing my insides as the Tina makes me beg for more" "Hey man, miss Tina is plentiful in this town, you'd make very good friends with her, I might even teach you to slam yourself. What would you say if I told you I could make it happen?" What did he mean? He knows I don't have the sort of cash to get me there. "Oh yeah how you gonna do that? Lol" "Well I haven't really told you all that much about my background. I've been quite lucky in my life and let's just say I'm a man of means" "What do you mean?" "I could fly you out here for a hot week, if I did tho I would own you for the whole week, you would be here to serve my needs, and those of my buddies, I'd treat you well but you would be here for my pleasure" "Yeah yeah, don't tease, you know how much I wanna get fucked up with you. Besides not sure I'd be comfortable with you paying like that anyway". The fantasy is hot but I know that's all it will ever be. Well long story short, two weeks later I'm landing at PSP and Petes mate Steve is waiting for me as arranged to drive me round for a while showing me the sights while Pete gets back from his business trip to San Diego. This guy is obviously lean and with lovely strong looking hairy arms. Pulling into a secluded little spot outside of town I suddenly notice the little bag full of T down by the gear lever. "Pete wants you nice and relaxed, and as I'm his friend you need to do as you're told. Drop ya shorts for me and spread those legs......" Wanna hear more ?
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  22. I totally get off on several guys using me for there pleasure & taking turns filling my ass up with cum
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  23. It really depends on where you are. Bbrt and squirt for most of the US and Australia, Grindr and Romeo for Europe I find. While they have a lot safe only, they have large user numbers so the chances are higher that you find what you are looking for
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  24. This is still one of the hottest and well-written stories on here. Wish we could get an update on Jason and Nathan.
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  25. Young newbie cum dump in sfv looking for a good breeding
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  26. Dams Slznboots and NastyPigDad.. I want you both ... in my ass !
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  27. Part 4 After only a few thrust Steven asked me to fuck him harder and I wasn't one to disappoint. I fucked his brains out and before the session was over he took three charged loads from my balls. Over his spring break I kept Steven high and taking my dick the days at a time letting him ready/sleep enough to keep him wanting Tina in his vein and my cock in his hole. I have him the weekend before he had to go back to school to recover hoping that the lack of sleep along with my fucking him and the drugs (mixed with some of my poz blood) would have him coming down with the fuck flu quickly. Monday after school Steven was asking for stone Tina which I denied him until he earned it when my DNA took hold inside him. He definitely got my dick thrusted drop inside his hole wheeled he got home, after dinner and before bed planting three toxic loads inside him. The next morning I have him a quick fuck I the shower before he heard off to school. Steven commented that he wasn't feeling all that great when I first joined him in the shower. I pushed him against the wall of the shower and rammed inside him ignoring what he said. I made him head off to school knowing that he'd be coming hole sicker then a dog. I was waiting when he walked through the door wanting nothing more then to climb bed. I told him to get naked an climb into my bed and that if get him 'something' that would make him feel better. I was in my bathroom as I watched Steven in the mirror strip down and get under the blanket on my bed. I came into my bedroom with what I needed to administer a small slam. Steven didn't have the strength to fight me as I quickly gave him the small slam (well, small compared to what I had been giving him during his spring break). After his small cough I stepped out of my basketball shorts and slipped in next to him in my bed. We comfortably snuggled up with each other as we began to kiss more like lovers the I was giving him during his during spring break. Soon enough Steven was getting my cock hard and wanting to be fucked. I made love to him know my DNA had taken a hold inside his blood. The cumming weekend we would find out for sure. Steven and I fucked every day he was home sick. He was able to return to school on Thursday. Friday after he got back to my place after school I told him to get out of his school clothes and put on some mesh basketball shorts and a t-shirt, no unaware, no socks instructing him to slip on an old pair if tennis shoes I had for him to use. I knew what Travis liked his boys to wear. The dive over to Travis' place was a quiet 5 minutes. When we arrived I saw a familiar face already waiting. A lab tech friend who Travis used to check when we had a convert. The lab tech administer a rapid HIV test and then drew sine blood for a confirmation test. After the tube was in hand he checked the rapid test. He didn't need to say a word, we could see the results in his eyes. Travis had us follow him into his bedroom. He had a loaded pipe and point waiting. Travis quickly dropped his basketball shorts, climbed onto his bed on his knees, then back on his heels. His hard 9" cock pointed out. Travis held the pipe out and asked Steven if he wanted a smoke. Steven shook his head yes to which Travis replied the if he wanted a smoke he needed to get his ass into his 9". Steven quickly kicked of his shoes, shucked off his shirt and stepped out of his basketball shorts and worked his ass onto Travis' cock. Once he was sliding down the shaft he was handed the pipe and the torch was lit allowing him to get a good long full of smoke. After he blew a big cloud he was inducted to take a second then a third. As Steven took his his from the pipe Travis prepped Steven for one of his 'special' slams. Travis was known for his double slam technique. He used two tourniquets, one high on the upper arm and a second one just below the elbow. He then would slip a point between the two tourniquets and the second one in the forearm. I got naked and climbed on the bed behind Steven knowing that after this he'd want to lay back and I knew Travis would want to make sure the my bro stayed firmly on his cock. Both tourniquets were in placed and I took the pipe from Steven. Travis slipped both points into Steven's veins easily and emptied the one in the forearm fist followed by the point in his arm between the two tourniquets. Travis pulled the tourniquet on the upper arm first followed by the one on his firearm. Steven began to cough with the removal of the fist tourniquet and coughed harder when the second tourniquet was removed. As predicted Steven fell back and I eased him down to the bed. I knew Travis was ready to blow his load after the way (I'm sure) Steven's ass spasmed with each cough. Steve eagerly began to suck my cock as Travis seeded his poz ass. I watched Travis use Steven as a cum dump as I smoked away on the pipe. As the sun was starting to peak through the blinds I knew Travis was just about done using Steven's hole and it was time for me to get style of his cock for myself. We helped Steven up from the bed and has him take a long, relaxing shower as I was prepped for a double slam. I laid on my back as I helped Travis apply the tourniquets and administer the slams. This was the most I had slammed in months. Travis still had some 'juice' left in him as he gave me a fucking I surely needed. When Steve came back to the bedroom after his shower I motioned him over Ryu me so I could suck his cock. By might fall Travis had given both Steven and I a good fucking.
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  28. is another part ever coming?
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  29. (PART 2) The cool air cut through my skin as I stepped outside. The moon’s white light splashed on everything. I began to walk towards the field quickly before the drill sarge catches me outside the barracks practically naked. I find my water bottle sitting next to a blue truck. When I approached it I felt a chill shoot across my spine. Goosebumps over my arms and shoulders appear. I bent down and reached for my canteen and quickly turned around to head back when I ran straight into what I thought was a wall. Shocked, I looked up to find out that it wasn’t a wall I hit, it was Vince! He effectively cornered me by the blue truck. I took a step back until I finally realized what I was doing. Refusing his body language, I stood my ground and gave him an angry stare. “Why are you sneaking up on me?” I asked firmly, but his response wasn’t one I expected. I watched his eyes run down my body. I was scared and my resistance dwindling I could only stare into his dark complexion and whisper, “What do you want…” My voice sounded so weak, the truck had an imprint of my body at this point from me being pressed so long against it trying desperately not to let him overwhelm me. Without a word he was on me instantly. His large arms reaching over my hips. I couldn’t fight back, the swiftness and suddenness of his moves had shocked me to the same stillness of a statue. I felt his dick poke against me through his boxers. He lifted his head up to stare at me briefly, before bending it back down to lean in and kiss me. He lifted me up with ease so that our hips would grind together, making me gasp at the incredible power and feel of his dick grinding against mines. I could feel his greedy hands slide under my jockstrap, his hungry fingers exploring my ass. He gripped one check so hard it made me wince in pain. My mind didn’t like it but my body responded with pure lust. I can feel my cock swell up from his immense power. “You like that, huh” he whispered in my ear. I melted at the feel of his mouth on my neck, his erection pressing against my stomach. I could feel my blood pumping through my veins in the freezing cold, flooding away logic and reasoning. With an impatient grunt he seized me, turned my body around, and aggressively held me down over the hood of the truck. He kneeled down and eagerly spread my ass cheeks apart exposing my bright pink tight hole. He looked at it as it flinched in the night air. “Fuck boy this ass needs a breeding, it’s too tight” he said as he proceeded to penetrate your hole with his tongue. I felt the warm wetness and it sends you into a frenzy. A soft moan escapes my mouth, and I could see that it had struck a cord in him. He spat into my hole and licked it up immediately while trying viciously to ram his tongue down my hole. I whimpered at the sensation of his hand running over my most sensitive spot. I feeling was so evocative that I moaned his name softly. That annoyed look returned to his face, those bushy eye brows and serious eyes gazed down at me before looking down to the position of his cockhead against my hole. Suddenly, my fear had gotten the best of me and I looked up at him “Please don’t it….” I pleaded with him softly but my words fell on deaf ears as I felt his cock press against the resistant entrance of my ass. “Shut the fuck up you’ll alert everyone!” he whispered at me with a furious voice that could move waters. His hand gripping the base of his erect cock guiding it into my tight pink hole that was wet with saliva. I squeezed my ass, and he could tell I was doing it. I felt a loud smack descend on my ass. “Loosen it up boy.” The pain from the smack made me release and I could feel his cockhead pop right into me. It was unbearable. Burning pain split into me and set every nerve on my body on fire. “Please no!” I pleaded, he wrapped his hand around my mouth muffling my sound. My squirming and discomfort left a smirk on his face. I soon began to realize that he was going to have his way regardless. His gaze revolving around from pained expression to his cock plowing into me over and over again. I could feel the tears welt up in my eyes, rolling down the sides of my face as he used me. I watched helplessly as he gratified himself. “Fuck yeah boy” he grunted. I glanced around to my side and watched as his hips thrust violently, crushing my cheeks turning them beet red. “It’s too deep!” my sound was muffled by his hand around my mouth. I can feel beads of sweat drop down on my back from his labored muscles, each stroke brought a wave of pain and pleasure through my body as he forced himself inside. Abruptly, he grabbed the back of my head and brought his mouth down to mine, kissing me passionately. I could feel his hands everywhere. “Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Vince said while savagely slamming into me. I whimpered, though I couldn’t deny that a piece of me wanted his load in me. From the look on his face, he knew it as well. “Fuck!” He said violently under his breath as you felt the first load shoot down your ass. I could feel his cock throbbing, pumping seed deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me. For a few minutes we laid there confused, sweaty, interlaced heaving as the last waves of pleasure subsided.
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  30. Very hot....I once experienced an orgy and in that group there were 2 brothers who liked to pnp, fuck and get fucked.
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  31. Actually the opposite. I had a guy using a prostate stimulator on me. I never leaked so much precum as then, but didn't cum. I was so ready to get fucked. My hole was screaming to get fucked but unfortunately the guy was more of a bottom himself. Left me me super horny with a leaking cock and a hole that was ready for a big one to pound me.
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  32. I found I liked getting fucked by men during my junior year of college. It all started innocently enough looking for men online who would fuck me (with a condom) until we were both pleased. Shortly after graduation I decided I needed to find a man that would take charge and use me like the pleasure toy he deserved to have. I found a prime candidate online who said he was a dom top looking for a hot boi to take pleasure in. After several days of chatting back and forth I decided I wanted him to have me. We agreed on a specific scene: I would be naked, blindfolded and pretending to be asleep in my room. The front door would be unlocked and he would just let himself in and begin. To this point we had not discussed limitations or the use of a condom, although based on my profile saying ‘safe sex only’ would be enough – as it turns out, I was in for a surprise. I heard him come in the door and into my room. The sound of a zipper being opened filled the room. He quickly put a hood over my head and secured it in place. Next I heard his clothes being taken off. Soon I had hands rubbing my ass and feeling me all over causing me to shiver. Soon I feel a sting on my right ass cheek as he is spanking me with a paddle. Now that was something we hadn’t discussed. I thought about telling him to stop but my cock was so hard from enjoying it that I let it continue. Soon he stopped the spanking and broke out a bottle of lube and slapped some on my ass. Now I was worried as we had not discussed protection and I couldn’t move my mouth enough to demand it. Before I knew it I felt his cock slamming deep into my ass. His mouth was next to my ear as he began to fuck. I heard him whisper, “You like that big, bare daddy cock boi?” That confirmed my suspicions – he was fucking me bare. I tried to push him out with my ass muscles but it wasn’t working. “You’re not getting me out until I load that fucking cunt up boi!” I moaned and thrashed in both pain and pleasure. Eventually it did start to feel good. This big, masculine man fucked me for over an hour. I finally felt his cock swell bigger than it had been before. He snapped at me and yelled, “Beg for my hot cum slut!” It was at this point my inhibitions began rolling back full force. To this point I had always been a safe-sex only bottom and now this man was trying to breed me. I started to beg for him to pull out but the cock in me felt so good the only thing that came out was “Please shoot that hot cum in me daddy! Mark me and breed me!” He threw his head back and moaned loud and I felt a hot flood rushing through my ass and filling me up. “Feel that spunk flooding that hole – you’re mine forever now boi!!” He laid there with his cock buried deep in me for a while. He removed the hood and pulled out of my sloppy hole. Then I got my first good look at him. He was a very hot man about 20 years older than me. I looked over his body and liked every inch of what I saw. As I scanned lower, I noticed a small tattoo on his right hip above his penis – a small red bio-hazard tattoo. I froze realizing what the tattoo meant. He speaks and says, “I see you noticed my mark – are you ok?” Up to this point I was a safe-sex bottom but in that moment I felt hotter than ever before. I pulled him down on the bed and kissed him full on the lips. His cock got hard all over again. I maneuvered it back into my hole and said, “How do you think I’m doing?” We’ve been together ever since as a hot couple having hot passionate sex every day for 8 years.
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  33. It's great to see extensive experience shared so generously. I look forward to further instalments. I guess you'll cover the following aspects: 1. Hole training It's important that your hole is trained to accommodate a range of fucking styles. Some tops will want your hole to be tight, while others will prefer it gaping and loose. The good news is that with practice and appropriate exercises the male hole be both.Ensure you have a range of plugs, and wear them when your hole is not in use. This has the dual effect of both tightening and loosening your hole at the same time. 2. Quality photographs It is critical that you have top quality photographs of your hole for advertising purposes. There are plenty of professional photographers or photography students who can help you with this for a modest fee or a gratis exchange. Shots must be well-lit, in high definition and show your hole from several angles and in varying states. For example pre-fuck and post fuck, long shots and close-ups. As a cum dump, obviously you'll need some cream pies. Facials are important too. Too often cum dumps forget to promote their face hole. Open mouth shots as cum receptacles are an obvious way to demonstrate oral capability. 3. Recycling There will be times when there just aren't any cocks available when you need them. In these cases consider recycling options. These can include collecting used condoms from bath houses or saunas (although condoms are becoming harder to find), or licking fresh loads that have been recently deposited on cubicle walls, urinals or mens room floors. A helpful tip is to form a good relationship with sauna attendants who can collect these for you as part of their regular clean-up (although good sauna clean-ups are becoming increasingly rare). The good things about used condoms is that the cum is conveniently packaged, and is easy to insert. Carrying them internally is great way of getting them home and into the freezer.
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  34. As an insecure, visible minority gay guy, I often relied on other people's approval or wild sexual satisfaction to define my self-worth. When the diagnosis hit me, I immediately had depressive symptoms. I also lost my mind a bit. I was convinced I would remain an outcast for the rest of life. My paranoia even got me banned from this place for a couple days. Things got 100% better when I started medication and became undetectable. Lots of therapy. Some support on this site as well. HIV doesn't have to be a lonely experience if you have the humble courage to seek help and connect with other poz guys.
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  35. Please, please, PLEASE give us the next chapter of this story.
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  36. Just a few random updates from a poz guy in MTL : I've now been on treatment for over 6 months, still undetectable, and t-cell count has steadily increased since then! The only thing I need to work on is my weight. I'm only 105 lbs, but that's better than the 90 lbs I used to weight after going through depression last summer. Also, I'm not sure about other meds, but because I'm on Tivicay/Kivexa (and soon Triumeq), the minimum at my clinic is changing from bi-annual to annual viral load checks! Assuming I don't change meds, I don't hook up left and right, and I don't have other medical conditions, I only need to worry about viral loads once a year. That said, I will probably head back at least twice a year. 12 months seems like a long time in between visits. As far as sex, it's a different story now. I'm starting to enjoy the perks, but I try to be careful. Dating in MTL still sucks.
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  37. Part 2 "Pete wants you nice and relaxed, and as I'm his friend you need to do as you're told. Drop ya shorts for me and spread those legs." I looked at Steve, his face covered with dark stubble, his neck thick and strong. He's playing with his cock through his shorts, I can see the bulge quite clearly, like me he's obviously not wearing underwear. My eyes catch his again and he just raises he's eyebrows and looks down to my shorts. Well I know Pete has paid a lot of money to get me here and this is obviously the start of me doing as I'm told. So I undo the tie holding my shorts up and push them down, I hadn't realised just how hard I'd gotten and my cock springs out, my PA just peeking out the end of my foreskin. I spread my legs as wide as I can, my shorts tight around my ankles. "Step out of one leg for me, shift your ass forward on the seat and spread those legs wide". I do as I'm told and now my hole is exposed right on the edge of the seat and I realise why the seat was pushed so far back when I got in the car, this was obviously planned. Steve slides his finger in his mouth and covers it with spit. Leaning over he reaches between my legs and finds my hole through the hair and rubs the spit around, I can feel my hole relax and then he just slides right in, his finger opening me up a little before he slides a second one in. Slowly he pulls his fingers out and grabs the bag of T, fuck I know what's coming. He opens the bag, spit on his fingers again and reaches in, he rummages around and next thing I know he's showing me two big shards on his index finger, he smiles and reaches down between my legs. "Spread your cheeks for me, don't wanna drop this shit". I do as I'm told and with both hands pull my cheeks apart. I can feel his middle finger finding my hole and then his other finger pushes the crystals inside me. As his finger swirls around inside me I suddenly start to feel the burn. His second finger joins the first and he's stirring around in my guts and I know the stuff is dissolving inside me, I can feel the warmth and then I feel it start to spread. I throw my head back against the seat and close my eyes, not sure how long I stayed like that but I'm enjoying a nice gentle rush sweeping over my entire body. Steve seemed to be enjoying my hole, another finger goes in and now he's really stretching me. I lift my legs up, one foot against the door the other on the centre console, Steve pulls out and gets another shard then brings his hand under my leg and quickly he's pushing back inside me, stirring the third shard around inside me. My groans fill the car and I want more now, I need more than just his fingers. Devastated he pulls out, leans back and looks over at me and smiles "Petes gonna love your hole" He's got his cock out now and he's holding it and beckoning me to it with his eyes. Leaning over I take hold of it and admire it for a while, cut as to be expected, and there's a single drop of precum which I quickly lick off with a swipe of my tongue, tastes sweet. I can't wait anymore and I open my lips slightly and try to take as much in my mouth as I can. By now the Tina is flowing through my body and I'm hungry for it, my whole body craves cock, I don't just want it, I need it. I begin to suck his cock with all the skills I can, using my tongue and the roof of my mouth to stimulate the head and Steve is moaning, I think I'm doing well. Letting his cock free I look up at him and ask him to fuck me, well not so much ask as beg. "With time boy but not now, Pete will be your first not me, so suck my cock". With that he pushes my head back down on his cock, well if he won't fuck me I'm sure as hell gonna get his load in my mouth. I didn't have to wait long, I can hear him moaning louder, his cock seems to get even harder so I pick up my pace desperate for that taste. With an animal like groan I feel his cock pulse as glob after glob of creamy cum fills my mouth, eagerly I swallow it all down savouring the taste. Steve pushes me away and tucks his cock back in his shorts. "Well done, get yaself sorted and let's go see Pete". Reluctantly I pull my shorts back up and shift myself back on the seat. My head swimming with thoughts of what just happened and that craving for cock. Steve starts the engine and without saying a word pulls back out onto the road and heads around the edge of town and we start to climb a little. This is obviously a good neighbourhood, houses stand way back from the road behind gates, giving a sense of mystery to who lives there. I'm assuming this is just part of my tour of the sites, so I just relax and gaze out the window at the passing houses. Steve suddenly slows the car and swings the car round and pulls up in front of a pair of big heavy wooden gates, he punches a number into a little keypad on a pole, and silently the gates swing open revealing a long driveway leading to single story house that looks like something out of a movie - surely this isn't Petes place ?
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  38. I noticed a 20 something bearded hipster eyeing me in the rest stop bathroom about 11pm, then he went into stall and didn't quite close the door. I of course walked over and opened it, and he's sitting there jerking off. I pull my cock out and feed it to him a while, before having him stand so I can lick his hole. It's hairy as fuck and drives my crazy. Before he knew it, I was standing up and pushing my cock in his ass. He started to yelp but caught himself, and I held his hips firmly in place as he tried to pull off. I knew he was in pain but I couldn't stop. I kept fucking into him and buried my load after about 15 thrusts. Fuck it was hot. I pulled him upright and reached around and grabbed his cock. He was hard as fuck and after I jerk it for about 10 seconds he shot his load all over the toilet in front of him. I sat him down on toilet and told him to lick my cock clean. He did a great job. Man I love fucking a virgin hole.
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  39. Were the sex and dance parties well attended during Folsom Europe 2014? The crowd seemed down in pix of the street party. There are many places to have good sex besides the lab.oratory. Ask around the bars, as not all parties are well-publicised. AND many, many men leave Berlin with an uninvited friend or STD. So stock up the fridge before leaving home. You may be unwell for a week or two on return - but still go and swap loads.
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  40. Hi, the ban was a huge wake up call for me. I had turned to this forum to connect with poz guys. Losing this connection for even a day made me realize a few things. Mainly, support is there around you if you look and accept it, and no amount of distress can excuse erratic behavior. So, after lots of crying, a night of sleep, and a coffee this morning (decaf for me), I will only say this for now: - rawTOP, thanks for reinstating my account. - I appreciate everyone's support, even though I didn't necessarily deserve it. - I've gone back to some of my posts, and I totally see how disruptive I was. I apologize for that. - I was indeed having panick attacks yesterday. I stopped listening (and reading), wasn't being rational anymore, didn't have a shoulder to cry on, and that made it worse. - I just needed to chill out. I'm ok now. Still worried of course, but most questions have been answered. - I followed some of your recommendations and got in touch with a social worker, also made an appointment for a psychologist. - Finally, I have a doctor appointment coming up next Wednesday to find out my viral load (they took blood samples 2 weeks ago). - seaguy: I can explain the 'month-old' FB account. I created it the same day I got my diagnosis, mainly because I'm not 100% out and thought it would be a discreet way to connect with other guys. - hungry_hole: I will reply to you privately; thanks for reaching out. - Poz1956: thanks for adding on Skype and giving me all the documentation and facts. - As rawTOP said, most answers are already out there. I was just too frazzled to pay attention (to my own detriment). - Everyone who sent me private messages since yesterday: thank you. Really, the biggest 'cold shower' moment - the comment that snapped me out of my fear - was a private message from fillmyholeftl. He said "You are letting HIV take control over you". It was also the last thing I saw before I got banned. That really knocked me in place. I won't lose control again. It wasn't worth it. Regards.
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  41. hot hole dude, if you decide to take poz dick lemme know, love to dump my dirty load in you...
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  42. 5. Nathan Even before Michael's hour was half over, I was already getting anxious. I had heard the short, painful-sounding grunts from the bedroom. I was wondering how Jason was doing and what he was thinking. I had been a little nervous about inviting Michael into the afternoon session. It was far too easy for him to be a sadistic asshole when he was in the mood and when I saw his "Rape is Fun" t-shirt, I knew he was in one of those moods. It wasn't until after five thirty that I heard the door open. Michael headed out. He walked right to the living room, and smiled. "Better check on your faggot. When I left, he was crying." Michael probably hadn't physically hurt Jason, but the mind-fucks he did were far more potent. Just to re-enforce his point, Michael snapped off the latex examination gloves he had been wearing. He stuffed them in his back pocket. I quickly led him to the front door. "Not a bad piece of ass either. You're a lucky man," he said, with an evil grin on his face. As he left, I went to the back bedroom, stopping to grab two tablets of X I had in the master bathroom. Jason was going to need the intimacy that the ecstasy would make easy to achieve. In the spare bedroom, the curtains had been drawn; it was dark and the room smelled of sweat, lube, and cum. After my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Jason curled up on the bed. He was tightly holding on to a pillow. There were quiet sobs as well. "Jason?" I asked quietly, as I sat down by him on the bed. "Are you ok?" He finally responded when I put my hand on his naked torso. He turned to me, his face red. "I'm sorry," he said. "I thought I could handle this. But I can't." Michael had certainly done his classic mindfuck on Jason. "It's ok," I said. "I'm here." He was slow in responding to me, but eventually pressed himself against me and buried his face on my chest. I pulled off my shirt; I wanted him to feel my skin against his. Contact with another man would be critical, and I hoped that contact with me would be exactly what he needed. "I'm sorry. Sometimes, Michael can be a total asshole." "I don't want you to see me like this," he said, although he pulled me closer to him as he spoke. "I wanted you to see the strong and invulnerable me." "Jason, no one can always be strong." I grabbed a glass of water. "Here," I said, handing him a tab of X. "Take this. It'll help." He looked at it warily. "What is it?" "Some X. It will help you relax. I'm here. Don't worry." He put it in his mouth and took a swig of water. "My turn," I said, making sure he knew we were going to be in the same space. I dry swallowed the tab and only then took a swig of the water. I held him, his head again pressed against my chest. I could feel his breathing become steady and rhythmic. Finally, quietly, he asked, "Is it too late for me?" "No, it's not," I said. "Is that what you want?" I wanted, more than anything, for that to not be what he wanted. "I don't know what I want," he said. "They weren't on drugs," he continued "I know. Not everyone is." "Does that mean I'll get it from Eli? Or Michael?" I felt his body shudder when he said the name. "You'll get it from who you deserve it from," I said. "I want it from you. I really want it from you," Jason said. "I know. And I want to give it to you." "I want to be with you right now. And I don't want to be afraid any more." "Let's go to our bedroom," I said. I wanted him out of this room, out of a room with so much immediate history and into one where he would feel safer. I didn't know if he noticed or cared that I had said "our" rather than "mine." It had just slipped out, but it was true. It was how I wanted him. Wanted us. And I hoped he wanted the same for me. "Just be with me," he said. I took his hand and stood up. He followed my lead and also got up from the bed. He was naked now and more vulnerable and fragile than I had seen him before. His cock was soft and limp, no doubt a side effect of the drugs he had shared with the other men, but it only re-enforced his vulnerable appearance. He seemed beaten down, defeated, with only a tenuous hold on his once impressive masculinity. My cock, on the other hand, had been raging for the past four hours. Selfishly, the most difficult task this evening would be hot to get my cock inside of Jason without further upsetting his already fragile mental state. It was obvious he was tweaked out, especially considering Sean's, Eli's and Michael's habits. So, wasn't hard to get him into my bedroom. He pulled me down on the bed with him and surprisingly, started to kiss me immediately. He pressed his body against me, and with his warmth against me, my cock responded as well. It stiffened uncontrollably and I felt like I was in middle school again. My erection was completely uncontrollable. It didn't take long for Jason to feel my dick as well. His hand went down to my groin and unzipped my pants. He pulled out my cock and stroked it slowly. "I want this," he said. "I need this." "Are you sure?" I asked. "We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to." He kissed me again. "No, really. Please. I need you. Put it in me. Nothing between us." With his clear approval, my hand slid down between his legs and explored his hole. Warm and wet, I slipped a finger inside of him with only the slightest resistance from his hole. "God. It feels so good to feel your skin inside of me," he said. I wondered what Michael had done with him; all he seemed to desire was contact from another man. I pressed in further, feeling all of the accumulated sperm squish around. At about the second knuckle, I hit a small, sharp object. Jason gasped for a second, whispering "Careful there." I did my best not to push it any deeper, but it was caught on my finger. "What is it?" I asked. But, once I got all of my finger into Jason, I realized that it was probably a shard of crystal, and I had just inadvertently given him another huge bump. "Did Michael give you a booty bump?" I asked. I needed to know for sure. "Yeah, right as he was leaving," Jason answered. "It's cool now." As it melted and absorbed into his system, he would want to play night. "Can you wait here for a minute or two? Alone?" I asked. I pulled my finger out of his hole. He was still tight enough clean all the sperm off. "I'll be back." "Promise?" he asked. "Don't leave me alone too long." The need in his voice was palpable. "Yes, I promise. I'll just go into the bathroom. It won't be more than just a moment." He reluctantly released his grip of my cock, and let me go. I got off the bed, and walked towards the bathroom. "I'll leave the door open." Before I got more than two paces, he quietly asked, "You're coming back, right?" He even knew that there was only one door; it would be impossible for me to not come back. I made sure to turn on the lights in the bathroom and of course leave the door open just for him. I looked back and saw that he was watching me carefully, like he was afraid he was going to lose me or that I would run at any moment. I opened the medicine cabinet, and grabbed a Viagra. The night was going to be long and intense, and I had to be up for whatever was needed. I also got out the small cloth bag from the bottom shelf of the cabinet. I headed back to the bed, turning off the bathroom lights and I sat down next to Jason. He curled up next to me, nestling his head next to my cock and slowly licking my balls. It felt good. They were filled with thick ropes of sperm destined for Jason's hole. I opened the bag and pulled out a glass pipe. I held it up to the lamp on the bed table, examining it carefully. It had some crystal still in it, from the last time I had partied. "Ok if I join you? Partying, I mean," I asked. "Yeah. Please," he answered. I lit up the torch, waited for the crystal to melt and then sucked down on the long glass stem. It had been several months since I had last partied. It wouldn't take much to get me in the right zone. But, Michael wouldn't have gone easy on Jason either, making it more difficult to match moods. I did a few long hits, feeling the tina take over my head and then diffuse through my body. "Very nice," I said, finally putting the pipe and torch on the beddable. "Now we're truly together." I stood up, pulled off my shorts and the got back on the bed, pressing my naked body against his. The crystal was coursing through my blood and going directly to my cock. "I want to be with you now, Jason. I want to be with you in every possible way." "Me too Nathan. For now, I just want you near me." His voice was wavering a bit, like he was uncertain about something. "Next to me. Touching me." He rolled over onto his stomach with his ass up in the air. "Inside me." Jason may have had his uncertainties, but I knew exactly what I wanted. The twin mounds of his ass were so inviting and so perfect. I pulled his cheeks apart and stared at the tight hole they had obscured. As I started to lean in to lick it, Jason stopped me, "No, don't, Nathan," he said. "Why," I asked, not sure what was wrong. "You deserve better," he said, "A real man's hole, not some dirty boy hole like mine." He was once more on the verge of crying. I wondered what Michael had said and done to turn this confident young man into a fragile porcelain doll of masculinity. I ran my finger over his crack, gently pressing it into his hole. He might have thought he was unclean, but all that came out was a few strands of sperm. I licked off my finger, tasting the sweet cum. It was a mixture from the four different guys who had used Jason that afternoon. My own cock twitched, eager to add its own load to Jason's collection. "You're fine," I said. "No," Jason replied. "I'm a dirty, useless slut. You deserve better." I knew that between the drugs and whatever Michael had told him, he wasn't thinking clearly. "You have such a beautiful hole," I said. I was now kneeling right between his legs and was spreading his cheeks apart. My face was right up against him and his well-used hole. "You should be proud of it." He was a rollercoaster of emotion. "You really think so?" he asked me, already noticeably happier. I had to pick my words carefully in order to not set him off on another round of self-doubt. "Yeah, I do. How many guys fucked you this afternoon? Four?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied. He arched his back, pressing his ass against my face. I licked it, tasting the accumulated sweat, lube, and cum. "And each of them loved your ass so much, they gave you a load, right?" I said. "They loved it enough to anoint you with their cum." "Yeah, I guess." I could tell he was starting to relax; he was now pressing his ass up against me. "Believe me," I said. "Your ass is beautiful. And seeing all their cum leak out makes it even more perfect." "You really think so?" "Yeah, I do," I said. "You should be so proud of that ass. And all I want is to be inside of it. Adding my load to you collection. My poz load. Isn't that what you want?" "Yeah," he answered. "I want you inside me." His voice was still wavering a bit. "Breeding me," he said finally. "But," he said, then paused. "I don't know." "Forget what Michael might have said. He's an angry man, and he takes it out on others. Men like you." I buried my face in his ass. The scent was like the strongest poppers I'd ever used. I licked his hole, just enough to open him up again. "I guess. I'll try. More than anything, I need you next to me and you inside of me. I need your cock inside me. Your cum. Your virus. It's all I can think about," Jason said. "You're sure?" I asked. I was afraid he might have second thoughts, but nevertheless, I flipped him onto his back, and aligned my cock with his hole. "I want to be in you so badly," I said. "I want to breed you." "I want you inside of me. Fucking me. Breeding me." He was silent for a moment. "Pozzing me." This time there was a quiet certainty in what he said. There were no qualifiers or second guesses. He wanted cum. "That's what I wanted to hear, Jason." Resting right by his hole, my cock was hard as a rock. With just a slight push, I could be inside him. But, in the end, I didn't have to do anything at all. Jason pushed back ever so slightly and my cockhead pressed inside him. After Jason started the process, I still did the rest of the work. Although I only had to relax my muscles and let my weight push my cock all the way into his hole. "So wet," I said. "Five cocks now. How many loads?" "Four and then some," he said. "And then some?" "Yeah, Michael stuck some frozen sperm up my hole." I should have guessed. Michael loved a devil's dick. Probably how he had done the booty bump as well. "He said it was from several different guys." "How do you feel about it?" "I'm still not sure. I love getting fucked, and having sperm in my hole is one of the best feelings in the world. But that was a bit strange. Impersonal." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "He said it would be a great booty bump as well." "You can relax now. Don't worry about it." I pulled him closer, feeling his body press against mine. We started to make out, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. His cock was pressed against my stomach. It was still soft and flaccid, no doubt from the combination of the drugs and what Jason had been through that afternoon with Michael. I didn't care; tonight needed to be about his perfect raw hole, about my hard poz cock, and the communion that we could share within them. Both of us would work together to get my sperm and my virus into his body. We were quiet there, with just the sounds of us kissing, and my cock sliding in and out of his sloppy hole providing the perfect soundtrack. Finally Jason spoke again. "Thank-you, Nathan." "For?" "This afternoon. It was intense. But good." "I'm glad you liked it." I was jealous of all the men who had been able to share the intimate moments of fucking Jason raw, not to mention the moment where Jason shared of himself with them. But I didn't say anything. Deep down, I needed this to be the fuck he had been wanting all afternoon. He had been reading my mind. He continued, "But this is the fuck I really wanted. Take your time. Work all of their toxic loads into me. And then, add yours. The one I've wanted. The one I've always needed" "I've got more than one load for you tonight." Actually, I had several loads in me. And all of them were going to go into Jason's perfect ass. I was in a good mood that night. I had an alphabet soup of drugs in me: X, V, T, and each of them had added depth to my happiness. My raw cock was buried deep in Jason's unprotected hole, each thrusts lubricated by the accumulated jizz of many men. The entire time I was making out with a beautiful boy, while he begged me for another injection of my toxic cum. "You're inside me," Jason moaned. I nodded in agreement as he continued. "I can't tell where you end and I begin. It's good to be this close to you." I kissed him again. "Yeah. You're feeling the X, aren't you?" This time, he nodded in response. "It's good for us to be sharing this." "Sharing your virus?" he asked me. "With me?" "That's just one part of it. I like being next to you. And I like being inside of you. Feeling you." I didn't want to have to ever pull out of Jason; this connection felt so good and so right. But his words and my feelings seemed very familiar. I realized that I had been saying the exact same things to Alan when he had been pozzing me. I now, finally, understood why Alan had been so eager to get inside of me. It was how my hole had made his cock feel and how important and necessary it had been for him to get inside of me as often as possible. How he had needed to breed me just as much as I had needed to get his semen and the virus it carried. "Please," Jason begged. "Breed me, Nathan. Make me your boy. Make me your poz boy." I remembered that night I had first said that to Alan. It had been the first weekend we had spent together. A weekend when his raw cock seemed to never leave my hole. I had told him what I needed, in explicit detail. In return, he had given me a kiss, a hard thrust, and a thick, toxic, poz load deep in my hole. Of course, that was years ago, before drugs, before it got so much safer to fuck raw. I wondered how long it would take Jason, if he would ever be able to get what we needed to share. I leaned in and kissed Jason. I forced my hard cock into his tender hole one more time. I stopped trying to hold back. I grunted, I moaned, and my cock exploded inside of him. I could feel each spurt of deadly semen jet into Jason. I wondered if he could feel my poz load entering him as well. "Fuck, that's a big load," Jason said, answering my question for me. "I'm sorry. I couldn't hold back. But there will be plenty more for you," I said. "I know. This is ok," Jason said. "This is exactly what I wanted from you. What I needed from you" Even after my balls were drained of their deadly contents, my cock couldn't go soft. The Viagra was working its magic on me, and for a change, the crystal and ecstasy were not hurting at all. But the biggest factor was just Jason. I wondered what was going to happen to him, to us once he became infected. Hopefully, it would not be a question of if, but it would be a question of when. Was he just using me for this disease I carried? The disease he wanted so badly now. Or was there something more between us? We stayed connected, with my still-hard cock inside his beautiful hole and our sweat-soaked bodies sticking together, kissing the entire time. All things had to come to and end and my cock was starting to soften. Finally, it slipped out. It had felt like hours, but a glance at the clock showed that it was only fifteen minutes. "You ok?" I asked him, as I tried to stand up, stretch, and see if my legs could support me. To answer me, Jason put his legs back up in the air, and pulled on an ass cheek, exposing his hole to me. I could see a small rivulet of dirty white sperm dripping out of his hole. He smiled at me. "I am now." One of his fingers disappeared into his hole, displacing a bit more sperm. "You absolutely sure?" I asked. On the bed table was a camera; I grabbed it, and kneeled down by the bed, right on level with his hole. It was a bit hard to focus in the dim light, but years of practice had taught me how. "Your hole is dripping," I said. "I know. I can feel all that cum up there, becoming a permanent part of me. Your cum. Your virus. You." He pulled his finger out and even more jizz dripped out of his hole. I took more close-ups of his wet, spermy hole, basking in the happy knowledge that I had given him much of that sperm. "I like having you inside me. I like having you near me. And I really like being high with you," he continued. I stood back up, admiring how Jason was slowly moving his body, like he was feeling himself for the first time. He was at peace with himself, even compared to just thirty minutes earlier. I took a few more pictures, as he continued to finger and touch himself. He was smiling, staring at me. "You're fucking beautiful," I said. "Even more beautiful knowing how much cum is in your hole." "You really think so?" he asked. His finger disappeared back into his hole, and all I could imagine that it was my cock back in his warm, welcoming depths. Before my eyes, right then, his body had aged and grown to complete perfection. He was a young, sexual man at his absolute prime. I feared that in my next breath, in the next click of my shutter, that perfect moment would pass, lost forever. But I didn't have to worry. It might have been the perfect moment, but it was clear it would be just one of many perfect moments we would share tonight. And hopefully for many more nights to come. "Yeah, I do," I said, letting the camera drop to my side. I wanted to just watch Jason without a camera and viewfinder between us. He sat up, sitting on the side of the bed. I leaned in to kiss him. "I could stare at you all day." "Thanks. You don't have to say that, to get into my hole, you know. You can fuck me any time you want." I lifted the camera back up, to try to get the perfect shot of his smile. "You mind if I hit the pipe again?" he asked, pointing at the glass pipe still on the bed table. "Not at all," I said, as he picked it up and the lighter. While Jason heated up the bowl, I started to put down the camera. "You don't have to put it away," he said, still focusing on the bowl as it slowly filled with the white clouds. "I trust you," he said. I pressed the shutter button. The torch illuminated his face. He put the pipe to his lips. "Go ahead," he said, before he started to inhale. "I want all of this recorded. I want to remember every part of this weekend." I knew what he wanted, and I took more pictures as he did his hit from the pipe. I was so turned on, watching him get high, and knowing how far gone he already was. He was doing this for me. He had opened himself up to me entirely, letting me see his darkest, most intimate desires. And, he was letting me record all of it. He exhaled, and a thick white cloud engulfed his head. I continued to take pictures, mostly because I did not know what else to do right then. Jason did two more hits off the pipe, each one producing a cloud bigger than the one that came before. Then he held the pipe out for me. "Swap," he said. "You hit the pipe, and I'll take the pictures."
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  43. 4. Jason I lay in waiting for the fourth and last guy, in the dim room. The other three had been almost back-to-back, coming in as soon as the earlier one had left. This pause was unexpected, but not unwelcome. I was lying on my stomach, trying my best to keep all of the sperm donations inside of me. In the dark and lonely room, each drop of spooge felt like a precious gift and I wanted all of them to stay inside me. The door cracked open slightly, and I thought it was the last man entering. But the door didn't open any further. "It's me," Nathan said, through the mostly closed door. "Are you ok in there?" Nathan asked me. "Yeah, I'm good. Very good," I said. I was warm and happy, the drugs had put me in a good mood, and the long, intimate fucks had put me in an even better mood. "Just need a cock in my hole again," I said. He laughed. "Well, if you need it, there should is a toy or two in the night stand. Michael is a bit late; I'll let you rest while we wait. Or you can play, if you want." He closed the door; I hadn't even gotten to see Nathan's face. I lay there, trying not to think about anything in particular. But Nathan had put the idea in my mind, and before long, all I could think about was having a toy up my ass. I scrambled to the side of the bed, staying on my stomach in order to not to lose any of the cum. I opened the drawer. Like Nathan had said, there were a few dildos and butt plugs in the drawer. I pulled out one of the smaller, thinner vibrators. Before I realized what I was doing, I had it on, and was reaching back to rub the tip along my well-used hole. It didn't take much effort for it to slide in. I was already well lubricated, and the vibration of the toy easily cut through any remaining resistance. Nor did it take long for me to find the perfect spot for it. That spot was deep enough to help massage the semen into my ass, but also positioned just right to target my prostate. Despite all of the drugs I had done, under the stimulation, my cock started to stir once more beneath me. I was enjoying the sensation of the jizz getting worked into me so much that I knew if I continued the play I'd be shooting my load far sooner than I had planned. But, after a few minutes of working that vibrator in and out of my hole, I was rescued by the sound of the doorbell. It would be the last man of the afternoon. I eased the toy out of my hole, clenching my ass around it so as not to loose a single drop of the many men's sperm donations. Just as I was getting the last bit out, there was a knock on the door. "Ready?" Nathan asked. "Of course," I said, rolling over onto my back. Before the door fully opened, I noticed a wet spot on the bed where my cock had been dripping pre-cum. But, before I could do anything about it, the last man of the day walked in. He was a little older than the other three guys, probably in his late forties. He was taller, about 6'2, and thin. He had short-cropped hair, with a goatee as well. Both of them were dark, flecked with grey. He had a white t-shirt on and jeans; his hairy arms showed a few tattoos. When he walked in, I quickly read his t-shirt. It said, "If it's not rape, it's not fun." On someone else, it might have been funny, but on him, it was menacing, almost scary. I knew instinctively that he believed it. My cock twitched in unknowing excitement and anticipation. "This the faggot?" he sneered. "Yeah. He's Jason," Nathan answered. "He's new at this. Go easy on him." "You know how I roll," he answered. "Yeah, I do," Nathan said. "That's why I'm telling you to go easy on him. And that's why I'm worried." He slowly shut the door and then it was just the two of us, alone. I said, "I'm Jason," as he walked to the bed. "Yeah, faggot, I heard." He dropped a small backpack next to the bed. "I'm Michael. But you can call me Sir." "Yes Sir," I answered. With him closer to me, I could smell the aggression and masculinity pouring off his body. It was just one more drug for me, and even against some instinct for self-preservation, I still couldn't get enough of it. "So, faggot. You want to die?" The bluntness of the question shocked me. Before I could figure out exactly what he really meant, I was terrified about what I had gotten myself into. Finally, I realized he meant the virus and getting infected. Or at least I hoped he did. "Yeah, I am." "Yeah, what, Faggot?" He was standing over the bed, staring down at me relentlessly with steel-grey eyes. "Yes, Sir," I said, learning how he wanted me to address him. "Good faggot. You learn quickly." I was already breathing hard, scared at what I was imagining this man could do to me. But, at the same time, my cock was twitching and trying to get hard from the excitement. "Get on your knees, faggot. Suck my cock." I got off the bed, onto the floor and onto my knees. I must have hesitated or been too slow, because Michael said, "Now, bitch. There's other boys literally dying for my sperm." As fast as I could, I got on my knees right in front of him. He undid his jeans and a thick, semi-hard cock flopped out. There was the glint of a heavy cockring wrapped around his balls. I looked up at him, his expressionless face staring down at me. "Please? Sir?" I asked, my mouth open and ready. "Do it, faggot," he said. I took his cockhead in my mouth and started to lick on his piss slit. As soon as my tongue touched his head, he dribbled a slow stream of pre-cum. I was surprised at how bitter it was, compared to the other men from the afternoon. Still, I knew that not swallowing it wasn't an option. "Swallow it all, queer," he said, letting me know my guess was right. He put one hand on the back of my head and forced me further down, swallowing more of his cock. He worked fast. When his cockhead hit the back of my throat, I needed a break or at least a pause in his relentless penetration. I pushed my head back, against his hand, but he wasn't having any of it. "If you have to, choke on it, bitch," he said, and continued to force his cock into my throat. I struggled to relax, but as his shaft pressed against my tonsils and cut off my air, I couldn't stop myself from gagging. At least Michael let go of my head for a moment and let me catch my breath. "Gonna have to do better next time, cocksucker." "Just let me catch my breath, Sir," I gasped. Even though his cock was a lot smaller than Eli's, I found it far harder to take in my mouth. It was the attitude. With Eli, we both wanted it to work, to get his cock in my throat. But with Michael, this wasn't oral sex; it was already a straight up face-fuck. Our entire encounter was going to be about power, Michael exerting his power over me and me giving any power I had left to him. "Fuck cocksucker, you're here for my pleasure. I'm getting a lot of pleasure out of seeing you choke on my tool," Michael said, re-enforcing what I had just realized. It didn't make me feel any better to have my instincts confirmed; I wondered what other instincts about Michael would be later confirmed. I opened my mouth to get some air but immediately, his cock found its way back in. "Just work on the head, bitch. Get it nice and wet and hard." As I sucked on the head, his cock hardened. He was about seven inches and a decent thickness. Nothing like Eli, but more than enough to make me uncomfortable. "Yeah, that's it bitch. Take more of it," he said, forcing more of his tool into my mouth. This time it was a little easier for me to accommodate. "You know you need it." Keeping his cock in my mouth, I looked up at him. He was staring down at me with an evil grin. I knew the face-fucking was only beginning of what he wanted to do to me. He pulled off his shirt, exposing a chest covered with thick, dark hair and two pierced nipples. His chest was untrimmed, except for a patch right above his pubes. The hair there was thin enough to expose a brilliant red biohazard tattoo. I was staring at it. "Like that, faggot?" he asked. It was right in front of me, reminding me exactly what I was getting myself into. "Yes, Sir," I managed to say even with my mouth still full of his cock. "Don't worry. You'll be ready to get one in no time. Marking you as biohazardous waste for the rest of your life." He pushed his cock further in and his cockhead was now nestled against the back of my throat. "Ready to choke, bitch?" he asked. It was a rhetorical question, but I still shook my head no, hoping for the best. I still needed to recover. "Too bad," he said, as his cockhead popped into my throat. He had gone too fast again, and almost immediately, I was back to gagging. "Fuck, cocksucker. Can't you get this right?" he said, pulling his cock all the way out. "How many guys have you sucked off today, faggot?" His cock stayed hard, glistening with my spit, taunting me with my inability to deep-throat it. I paused trying to remember again how many there had been. "If you have to stop and think, it's too many," Michael said laughing. "Total slut. Must be dripping with all sorts of bugs now. Gonna be a diseased leper if you keep the whoring up." He stepped back and kicked off his jeans. His legs were just as hairy as the rest of his body and there was a tattoo wrapped around his left leg. From what I could see it was a simple tribal pattern. "I think I need some protection against you and all those diseases you're picking up," he said. He reached into his bag, and pulled out a pair of latex gloves. He put them on, snapping them forcefully before returning his attention to me. "Much better. I gotta be careful handling medical-grade waste like you, faggot." With one hand, he opened my mouth, and used his other hand to guide his cock into it. The rubber taste was harsh and clinical in my mouth; I knew it would make my gagging even worse. This time, Michael didn't take his time or even give me any chance to adjust. His cock went straight to the back of my mouth. It pressed into my throat before I could even get comfortable. Michael grabbed the poppers off the bed table, and held them under my nose. I did a short hit. I nodded my head that I was good. "Come on, cocksucker. Let's do this right the first time. No gagging." he said. He kept the bottle in place under my nose, giving me no choice but to keep on breathing it in the vapors. As the drug diffused into my body, and relaxed me, I instinctively held my mouth open and let my throat slacken. My world had narrowed down to just his cock and I wanted it deep in me. I no longer cared how he was treating me, what he was thinking about me, or anything else. I just wanted to worship him and let him know his cock was my world. "Good faggot," he said. That was the highest praise I could ever expect from him. I let him slide his cock into my throat, feeling it choke me. I didn't care. I even started to enjoy the feeling of his cock cutting off my ability to breathe. I took a chance and looked up at him. He was finally smiling. "Right on, bitch. You know what a man needs." His cock was now balls-deep in my mouth and I could feel my throat straining to accommodate its width. He cleared his throat and I thought he was about to say something. I was staring up at him, amazed at how he had turned into my personal cock-god. I knew full well it was the poppers driving my worship of him, not any sort of reality. Suddenly, he spat right in my face, the miasma of snot, phlegm, and saliva landing across my cheeks and nose. "Faggot doesn't even mind when he's spit on," he said. He reached down, and with one of his gloved hands, rubbed the spit all over my face. Then he wiped off what had been left on his glove across my shoulder and chest. "You're getting the first bit of my DNA, cocksucker, and you have no reaction?" In the popper haze, I couldn't tell how to react. My depraved cum-hungry self loved the display of power and cockiness of his action. I wanted him to wash my face with his spit. On the other hand, the still coherent, not tweaked-out part of me knew it was degrading and not something I should take. But, drugs and poppers won, and as best I could, with his cock buried in my throat, I croaked out "More, Sir." "Right on, faggot!" he answered. "Cocksucker, you know you love this humiliation." He didn't do anything immediately but just continued to fuck my throat. I was still flying on the poppers and enjoyed every degrading moment of the throat-fuck. Being able to suck on a man's cock was simply my world; that he was forcing it into my throat was heaven. It was just the tina, assisted by the poppers, but I didn't care. Unfortunately, the poppers wore off, and I was back in the crystal-mediated sordid reality: I had a thick cock lodged in my throat, I was right on the edge of gagging, and my face was smeared with another man's spit. "Oh yeah, faggot," Michael said, "Can't stop now." He knew I was coming down from the popper high, but he didn't care. "Feels so good." He cleared his throat again, and spit. It landed right in my eyes, stinging. I started to wipe it off, but he batted back my hand. "Wear it with pride, bitch." He reached down with his gloved hand and once more rubbed his sputum all over my face. I did my best to take the degradation, but between the poppers wearing off, and the impersonal feel of the latex on my face, I started to gag again. I accidentally bit down slightly on his cock while I was trying to get some relief. He slapped my face hard, saying "No teeth, cocksucker," but he also pulled his cock out. "Lick my balls, faggot," he said. I welcomed the chance to no longer have his cock forced down my throat, to try to catch my breath and to focus on something other than his cock invading my body. His balls were hairy and they hung low, heavy with their deadly fluid. Sooner or later, that poz cum was going to be injected into me, and I would be begging for it. For now though, I focused on sucking first on one of those warm eggs and then the other one. As I calmed down from the agony of the throat fuck, one of my hands dropped down to my cock. I started to play with myself. However, the crystal was doing its work and despite being turned on by the scene, my cock was only barely erect. Michael noticed my move. "Playing with yourself, cocksucker?" he asked. I nodded and focused all of my attention on his balls. "You been partying, cocksucker?" "Yes, Sir," I said, taking a brief break from his nutsack. "Kinda guessed, by how hungry you were for a real man's cock." He grabbed the back of my head. His hands were still gloved. He held me in place, right against his balls. I opened wide and managed to get both of them in my mouth. "Damn, that feels good, faggot." He made no move to let me go, and I realized in my current position, I could barely breathe. Finally, as I was on the verge of passing out, he let me go. "Want some more tina bitch?" I was feeling satisfied and well-tweaked, but Michael decided he had a better answer to the question than me. "Of course you want more. Your mouth is just too full to answer politely, right?" He pushed his cockhead into my open mouth, shoving it against the back of my throat. Luckily, he didn't try to force it any deeper. I did what I had to do and started to suck on his shaft. "Right on, cocksucker. Show me how much you love my cock." After a bit of intense cockworship, he pulled me off his cock. "Stay there," he said. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pipe and a lighter. "Let's get me high and you tweaked the fuck out, faggot," he said, handing me the pipe. "Do the first hit, bitch." I didn't want to over-do it and I knew what I had already done with Sean and Eli. But there was no harm in just one more small hit from the pipe, so I took the stem of the pipe in my mouth. Michael lit the torch under the bowl. It didn't take long for the drug to melt and I inhaled deeply a few times, before I pulled the pipe away. "Hold it, tweaker," he said, and I did. The bowl was still smoking slightly when I exhaled the small cloud. "Fuck, cocksucker, that's not even a warm-up hit. Do it again, and do it properly," Michael said. I was a bit hesitant, but I convinced myself it would be just one more hit. I hoped that I could still control myself and keep my composure, even around someone as aggressive as Michael. "Do it, faggot," Michael said, reminding me of just how controlling he wanted to be. I put the pipe back in my mouth, and again Michael lit the torch. "Real hit this time, cocksucker." I did as I was told. In deep gasps, I inhaled as much of the drug as I could. I stared up at Michael's grey eyes, watching them carefully for a sign that I had done enough. Finally, he gave me the faintest hint of a nod, and I knew he was satisfied with my efforts. "Hold that," he said. He pulled the pipe from my mouth and put it in his mouth. He sucked down on it, taking a bigger hit than I did. He held it for what seemed like hours. "You can breath out now," he said, finally. I had nearly passed out trying to hold it. I exhaled quickly and gasped for air. The thick white cloud from the huge hit I had just done nearly enveloped my head. I wanted that to be enough to satisfy Michael, because I was already feeling a little light-headed and tweaked out from it. "Nice," he said, trying not to let any of his own hit escape. "Now, shotgun, faggot." He leaned over and forced his mouth against mine. I didn't have a chance to react, and before I knew it, I had inhaled most of his hit. "Right on," Michael said. "Got a good tweak starting here, faggot. Raping your bitch ass is gonna be fucking sweet." I held the hit as long as I could, before finally exhaling. "I think I'm good, Sir." I said. It would be a few more minutes before those hits of tina finally got to me in full. My mind was already only thinking about sex, raw, bareback, man-to-man sex. I had to pace myself. I wanted a cock in my mouth, a cock in my ass, and most of all, I wanted sperm deep in my hole. Any more crystal and I couldn't control my base urges. Michael sat down on the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide. "I'm not good yet, faggot," Michael said. "Which means you're certainly not good yet." He put the pipe back in his mouth, but before he started to smoke it, he paused. "Show my dick some mouth-love, cocksucker, while I do another hit." I was still kneeling down so I leaned into his groin and took his dickhead into my mouth. The torch flared and the crystal sizzled in the pipe while Michael did a hit. My role was clear. I licked off his accumulated pre-cum and worked my way down his shaft. Michael took a long hit and then he held it. His free hand dropped down to the back of my head and pressed me down on his cock. The gloves were still on, and the latex was an unfamiliar sensation against my scalp. I felt more like a sex toy than a sexual partner for Michael. But the meth was starting to power my actions, and I let his hard cock slip into my throat with hardly a protest. Surprisingly though, my throat readily opened up to let his shaft enter me. "Right on cocksucker, let me slide into that cocktube of yours," he said, as he exhaled his hit. "Feels fucking good. Let's get you another good hit, and see what you'll do after that takes effect." With his cock buried in my throat, I did my best to shake my head "no." I had done more than enough crystal for the afternoon, and was still waiting for the full effects of these most recent hits to kick in. "Come on faggot, that wasn't a question. It was an order." He pulled my head off of his cock and quickly stuck the pipe back in my mouth. I was almost at face level with him, staring into his cold, grey eyes. "No pussy hit like earlier. Got it cocksucker?" I nodded in stunned agreement as he lit the torch. It didn't take long for the still-warm bowl to fill with smoke and I sucked on it as he wanted. Michael kept the torch up close against the pipe, making sure that every puff I took was thick with the drug. After what seemed like at least ten minutes, he finally pulled the torch back. The bowl slowly cooled down, crackling the entire time. "Get back on my cock," he ordered me, as he took the pipe out of my mouth. I did as I was told. I knew not to even dare to exhale my latest hit. I was starting to shake from the crystal and this hit was going to push me further than I had ever gone before. But, already cautious of Michael's temper, I couldn't dare exhale. I wrapped my lips around his cock, and let it invade my body once more. When it hit the back of my throat, I didn't hesitate, and kept right on swallowing it. "Right on, faggot. Worship that cock like you were born to." Michael flicked the torch again and sucked on the pipe. I wondered how he responded to crystal and what he had in store for me. I focused on his cock, now a hard shaft deep in my throat and dominating my thoughts. He sucked down on the pipe seemingly forever, but was only an average-sized hit. As he finished his hit, I also reached the point where I needed to breathe, and couldn't hold my hit any longer. I exhaled, and hoped that the size of the cloud would satisfy Michael. I kept my eyes tightly shut. I was terrified of seeing another thin wisp of weak smoke, because Michael would make me do another hit. That would be one hit too many for me. As I exhaled Michael said, "Finally, a real hit." I relaxed, glad that he was finally satisfied. He grabbed my head, pulling me off his cock, and on level with his mouth. He motioned for me to shotgun his hit: my optimism that he was done with me getting high dashed. I had no choice, and let him force his hit into me. It was another thick cloud, bigger than mine. When he released his lip-lock on me, there was still enough smoke to engulf both of us. As the smoke cleared, I saw he was still staring at me, his grey eyes scanning my face. I was immediately self-conscious. I was smacking my lips involuntarily from the drug, and I knew my cock had shrunk under the crystal's influence. "Fuck faggot, you're tweaked up," Michael said. "Now, let's see if you can get hard for me." He pushed me back on my knees. I waited, not sure what he wanted me to do. "Go ahead, play with yourself," he said. I reached down to my cock. As I suspected, the crystal had hit me hard and my cock was a soft and unresponsive lump. It felt good to be playing with it, but it remained limp and soft. "What's the matter, faggot? Scared by me?" Michael laughed. He ran his hand over his cock, taunting me with how hard and erect he was. "Get on the bed. Time for you to get fucked," he said. "Don't worry, cocksucker, you can still play with that tiny boy-clit of yours." When I got on the bed, I looked down. Under the influence of the tina, my cock had shrunk down, and was now just a flaccid, short stub of a man's cock. Michael calling it a boy-clit wasn't far from the truth. But, Under the influence of the tina, I was only worried about my hole and getting another load up there. "On you back, bitch," Michael ordered. "Legs up in the air for me." I did as I was told, lifting my legs up in the air, and exposing my already well-used hole to Michael. "Spread your cheeks for me." I did as I was told and reached down to pull my ass cheeks apart. I was totally exposed to Michael. I had given up any pretense of modesty and masculinity. If Michael had any doubts about his superior role and dominance over me, they were erased by my abject submission in showing him my wet and cummy hole. "Please, Sir, use my hole," I begged. "Fuck it hard." "Your hole?" Michael said, laughing. "No, faggot, that's my personal cunt now." He stuck a finger into his new toy. It slid in easily. Earlier it had been lubricated by some lube, but now it was primarily slicked up by the thick loads left behind by Sean, Jake and Eli. "Fuck, that's a scum-filled hole. How many loads up there, homo?" "Three, sir." I was surprised I was able to remember the number so quickly. I could hardly focus on more than just holding my butt cheeks apart. My mind was racing; I wanted to ride a cock; I wanted to stroke my flaccid little dick; I wanted to be a purely sexual being; and I wanted to satisfy all of my desires. "Dirty slut," he said. He pulled his finger out of my hole, and gave me a hard slap. He kneelt down, looked in his bag, and rummaged around for something. Finally, he found what he had been searching for, and stood back up. He had a small square package. "Gonna need this, I think." He held it up and in the light I could see it was a condom. "You don't need to use that, Sir," I said. "I don't care if you bareback me. And you can definitely cum in me, if you want, Sir." I couldn't believe that he was going to wear a rubber. He would be denying me the pleasure of his raw cock, not to mention wasting his precious toxic seed. "I want you to fuck me raw." "Oh, don't worry, cumbucket. This is about protecting me from you, not you from me." He held the small packet in front of me. Up close, I could see that the wrapper was riddled with small holes. He had repeatedly stuck a thumbtack or something through it. "Keeps my cock safe from all your filthy assjuices, but don't worry. You'll still get every drop of my rare and toxic dicksnot." He opened up the packet and pulled out the rubber. I couldn't see the holes in the thin sheath, but they were there. When Michael shot his load, it would flow out of the condom and into my hole. I wondered if he knew something I didn't: Jake, Sean, Eli, and certainly Nathan had all seemed very clean and healthy. But maybe they had something else? I had come to peace with the virus, maybe even needed it now. However, I hadn't thought about all the other germs out there. I twisted my head just enough to see him unroll the useless protection over his erect shaft. "Ready, faggot?" he asked, as he poured a few drops of lube on his now rubberized cock and rubbed it over the full length of his shaft. "Do you have to, Sir?" I asked. "I mean, with the rubber?" I didn't want to deal with a rubber-covered cock in my hole now. I had gotten so used to the intimacy and masculinity of raw fucking that going back would be difficult and almost wrong. Also in my mind was that if Michael couldn't feel how warm, wet, and human my hole was, he would never be able to see me as more than just a hole to fuck. "You like my cock, cocksucker?" he asked, grabbing it and shaking it a bit. "Yes, Sir. I do. I want to feel it in me. I want to make you feel good and get you off. I want your cock. I want every raw inch of it, Sir. I really want to feel it in me, nothing between us." "Right on, homo. And I like my cock as well. It gets me what I want: a bunch of pussy bottoms begging me to fuck them. I'm not going to risk something happening to it. Especially when I am sticking it in a dirty, hole like yours." He knelt back on the bed and lined his cockhead up with my hole, ready to penetrate me. As the taut rubber touched me, I tried my best not to recoil. "No, no, bitch," he said, as he grabbed my waist and held me in place. "You're going to take my cock like Nathan promised me you would." I fumbled about the bed with one hand, and found the bottle of poppers. I held it under my nose and inhaled deeply. As the warm tingle saturated my body, I was able to relax, and let Michael do whatever he wanted. It was not my place to demand anything from him. Possibly, even to make a request of him. It was my place to do what he wanted, and if he wanted to protect himself from the dangers of my unsafe sex practices, it was his right. I would be happy to get a load from him however he wanted to give it to me. Realizing what I was here for and helped by the waves of tina and poppers, I stopped trying to fight it and relaxed. Michael felt the change, and took the opportunity to insert his rubber-covered cock into my hole. I was happy to have something, anything, back in my hole. Even though I wanted the closeness of a raw cock, the rubberized shaft still helped scratch my itch. Although, I was starting to wonder about Michael. Did I really want to be closer to him? He seemed conflicted and troubled, from his t-shirt that read, "If it's not rape, it's not fun," to his obvious fear of skin-to-skin contact and what that could mean. If he had been inside me raw, I'd find out things about his sexuality and how he expressed it that I would prefer not to know. "There you go, cocktube. You've got a real man's cock inside you now." His cock wasn't nearly as big as Eli's, so it was easy for me to take him sliding the entire thing into me. When he hit the base, he paused for a second. "Take another hit of those poppers," he said. I did so, even before the first hit had taken full effect. The two hits re-enforced each other and together with the crystal, I stopped even caring about the rubber. I had finally found a comfortable headspace where I was happy that a man was fucking my ass, that he would eventually get off on my hole, and I would get his cum. I no longer cared that he thought of me as a little more than a receptacle for his wastes or that he barely touched me with his own skin. He just preferred to keep me isolated by layers of rubber and protection, and that was ok for me. Now that his cock had gotten all the way in, Michael leaned into me and pressed the full weight of his body against mine. He was pumping my hole hard and with each stroke forced the accumulated spooge ever deeper into my body. "Not a half bad ass, faggot. You might just be able to get me off," he said. I was doing my best to let his cock sink into me, but my body was rebelling against it. Suddenly, I hated the feel of the rubber against my hole. I still wasn't even sure if I wanted Michael inside of me, but if he was going to be fucking me, I didn't want his cock swathed and covered. Unlike the other three men this afternoon, it was impossible to create a connection with Michael. To him, I was just a hole and not even a human. This was just about him and his cock. It was about what would get him off and an important part of him getting off was to make me feel as small as possible. "Play with your clit for me, homo. I want to hear you moan," he said. As he spoke, my cock shrank even more. "Please sir, don't call it a clit," I asked. "It's my cock, Sir." Of all the things he had done so far, that was the most demeaning to me. Michael stopped fucking suddenly. He roughly pulled his cock out of my hole. "This, faggot, is a cock," he said, wielding it like a sword, ready to do battle with my ass. "It's long, it's hard, and it's thick. It's dripping pre-cum, and it's going to knock you up good." With his gloved hand, he grabbed my small, soft shaft, and pulled on it uselessly. "This, well, this is a boy-clit. Tiny, pink, soft, and useless. Like a little girl's clitoris. You know how a girl masturbates, homo?" I shook my head no. I was sorry I had asked him; feeling the rubber glove on my cock had only made everything far worse. "They just put a vibrator against their clit. Let's see if that works for you, faggot." The dildo from earlier was still on the bed. Michael grabbed it and, turning it on, pressed it against my soft and flaccid shaft. Simultaneously, he sank his hard cock back into my used hole. The two sensations shot through my body and I moaned uncontrollably. "See? Just like a girl." He pressed the buzzing dildo hard against my cock and continued to pound my hole just as hard. "It's your boy-clit. Maybe one day you'll get a real cock like mine. That is, if you're not dead from some disease first." I gave up, defeated. I couldn't tell Michael but the dildo against my cock felt amazing. Despite my soft state I was going to start to drip pre-cum soon if he kept it up. "You do it faggot," he said, handing me the toy. "I'm here to get off and maybe get you knocked up, not to rub your clit." I took the toy, and pressed it against my cock. As I rubbed it against my shaft and my balls, I was leaking pre-cum. "Yeah, faggot. You're getting all wet, aren't you? I can feel your dirty little cunt getting all moist. You wanna get knocked up, don't you?" "Please, Sir, I want it. Please, seed my cunt, Sir." I was thinking exactly the way that Michael wanted me to think. I was playing with my boy-clit while he was deep-fucking my cunt. I knew it wasn't what I wanted but he had gotten me into the headspace. "Fucking nasty faggot. Begging me to kill him," Michael said. "Your little boyfriend tell you all about my toxic seed?" "No Sir, he didn't." Nathan had told me nothing about the men, other than all of them were poz and some of them would want to party. With my free hand, I grabbed the poppers and did another hit. Michael smiled and waited for the poppers to hit me. "Fucking full-blown AIDS, faggot. I'm fucking AIDS cum into your dirty little cunt." As he said it, he slammed his cock into me particularly hard. I yelped a bit, not expecting the sudden forcefulness. "Right on, homo. When you start to hurt, that's when I start to have fun." He slammed into me again, the rubber tearing against my tender skin. I winced and took another hit from the bottle. "Are you on meds, Sir?" I asked, as I put the bottle back down. "Hell no. I'm not going to kill my beautiful virus. I want to pass it on, to good little fags like you." "How did you get it, Sir?" I continued. I wasn't sure if it was an appropriate question for Michael. He was guarded about certain parts of his life, even if it was masked by his arrogance. Before I could think about it much more, he slapped my face hard. The gloved hand was harsh against my skin. "Uppity cunt," he said. "But, to answer your question, fucking too many filthy faggot holes. Holes just like yours, cesspools of disease and depravity." He slammed his cock in again, hard, and I let go another with yelp of pain. He rubbed a gloved hand against my face where he had just slapped me. "Too much, homo?" he asked me. I was surprised he'd even ask me. It was out of character for him to offer me this kind of attention. "A bit, yes Sir." "Ahh. That's too bad. At least for you. Because it's hardly enough for me. And I need to get off." He grabbed my legs, and even though I was impaled on his cock, he managed to flip me over onto my knees. "Much better. I don't have to look at your face anymore, cocksucker. And I can fuck you even harder." He grabbed my hips with both hands, and pulled me back onto his cock. I grunted, and pressed the vibrator harder against my cock. "You're gonna get my virus, faggot. And you're going to beg for it, like the cockholster you are." "Please, Sir. Give it to me." If I begged like he asked, maybe he'd cum faster. "Fuck yeah, fuckhole. That's all that you're good for. Pleasuring a real man's cock. Taking my dirty dicksnot. Only reason you're here, faggot, and nothing else." Michael took a hand off my waist and rested it on my shoulder. He pressed down, forcing my face into the bed. "Take it, fuckhole. Take my hard, infected cock deep in your filthy hole." I hated that he was treating me like this; I was just a receptacle for his cock and his sperm. Before I could dwell on it too much, he thrust hard into my hole again, and I had to do my best to stifle the grunt of pain. "Quiet, faggot," he said. "Good cum buckets take what they are given. And you're a good cum bucket, aren't you?" "Yes Sir," I said, forced to speak into the bed. "Right on, faggot," he said. "You want to be just another cum bucket, don't you? Just like all your faggot friends?" "Yes Sir," I said again. I wanted another load of sperm fucked into my hole. If it required being just a tube for Michael, well, I was trying to convince myself that I wanted what Michael was telling me I should want. "Please, make me your cum hole." "Right on, faggot. Took you a while, but you're finally learning what you are," he said. He gave me another hard thrust and again, I yelped in pain. I had never bottomed for a top with a condom. Until now, the few times I had been a bottom, it had been for raw tops. I hadn't realized how much a condom could hurt the bottom. No matter what happened next, I made a silent vow that I'd never make a bottom take a covered cock again. "You ready for my load, hole?" "Of course Sir, I am. It's what I am here for." My ass had been rubbed raw from his pounding. I was needy, already craving another round of lubrication, even from a man like Michael. "Of course you are. Come on hole. What's your name again?” "Jason, Sir." Was I so unimportant to him that he had already forgotten my name? "No, Hole, that's not your name. Tell me your name, Hole." He emphasized "hole," and I knew what was expected of me. "Hole, Sir. I'm just here for your pleasure, just a cum hole for your pleasure. Something for you to fuck your load into." "Fucking right, cum hole. Going to blast a load of full-blown AIDS cum into you, slap a hazardous waste sticker on your ass, and forget you ever existed. At least until I'm horny again and need another dirty cumhole to unload in." He was pounding my ass hard now. Even though he was the smallest cock I had taken that afternoon, the rubber made it the most intense and painful fuck. I must have been grunting in pain, because Michael picked up on my discomfort. "Hurts, doesn't it, hole? And the rubber isn't even protecting you one bit. At least it protects me from what ever else you've picked up. But you know the irony of all this, Hole?" "No Sir," I said. His cock was still pistoning in and out of me, the rubber still tearing at my guts. "No matter how much cum you take from me, you won't ever be more than just a faggot cum dump for us real men. Toss me the poppers, faggot." I handed him the small brown bottle. "Time to inject you with something real. Get you filled with AIDS, hole. You ready to die?" "Please, Sir, Fill your hole with your poz cum," I moaned. Michael pulled all the way out. "No hole, it's not poz cum you're gonna get. What is it?" Suddenly empty, I realized how much succor I had derived from his cock, even as painful and unpleasant as it had been. I needed it back in me. I didn't know what he wanted me to say, either, which meant I wasn't going to get his tool either. "What am I going to give you, hole?" "AIDS, Sir," I said. "Fill me up with your AIDS jizz." It was the right answer; he forced his cock back into my ass, the rubber tearing up my ass even more. It felt like I was bleeding, it hurt so badly. This would feel so much better, be so much easier to take if there was just some additional lubrication. If the only alternative for me was his toxic AIDS cum, well, the entire point of this evening was to get as many different guys' sperm into my body as I could. "Of course I am, hole. That's all you're here for. To take a true man's sperm up your faggot cunt." He slapped me hard on the ass and slammed his cock deep inside me. "Too bad the best holes become contaminated. They all seem to die so quickly." "You like my hole, Sir?" I asked. I barely thought before I said it and immediately regretted it. I had been fighting to keep my identity as a person, not just something little more than a hole for his pleasure. My short utterance made it that much harder for me to think of myself as human. "It's just ok. A bit loose and sloppy, but still fuckable." Michael paused for a moment and inhaled from the bottle of poppers. "It's not a bad hole. You'll probably get a few guys wanting to fuck you. I'd probably fuck you again" He exhaled the hit, and paused while it took effect. "Getting close, here, hole. Ready for the kill shot?" "Yes, Sir. I want your seed." He handed me the poppers. He didn't need to tell me to do a hit. I held the bottle under my nose and inhaled. As the warm feeling of the popper high suffused my body, I expected my mind to start flying, chasing fleeting thoughts in a confused jumble of sex. Instead, I was totally focused on the hard cock sliding in and out of my abused hole. It was getting hard and was ready to shoot. I wondered if Michael's load would feel different. He had said several times that he wasn't just HIV-positive, but had full-blown AIDS. Michael didn't look particularly sick, but I had never seen him in good light. As his deadly cock pressed into me, getting ever closer to injecting its toxic payload, I wondered again if getting infected was really what I wanted. "Fuck yeah, hole. Gonna breed that faggot hole good. Get my hole all knocked up, watch this cum dump get all sick," Michael was muttering. I got scared. Now, for the first time, I didn't want to go through with the inevitable breeding. With Nathan, the sex was great and sharing his sperm at the end was a way to say how much I cared for him, and how much he cared for me. But with Michael, breeding was a way for him to get out his last bits of anger and establish his dominance. I tried to convince myself that it was his fear that was destroying his body, not the virus, but it was a difficult truth to believe. Maybe, hopefully, it was not the disease that was causing his anger; it sometimes affected the brain. "You ready hole?" he said, his cock hard and thick, deep in my hole. "Ready for my AIDS juice?" "Please, Sir, I'm not sure anymore." He shoved his cock hard into my hole. Tears came to my eyes from the intensity of the pounding. Finally, everything was too much: the fucking was too hard, the scene was too dehumanizing, and I no longer knew what I wanted. I gave up, losing all control over my emotions, and started to cry. He showed no mercy at all, not even indicating that he noticing the tears streaming down my face or my sobs. He continued to fuck my hole without slowing down; he may have even sped up when the tears started. "Please, Sir?" "Too late for you, cumhole," he said through clenched teeth. His cock thrust into me again and again, and it pulsed deep inside my body. He was cumming. Each drop of his deadly cock fluid spurted from his dick, flowing through the broken rubber, and straight into my body. Nothing was protecting me from him. "You're getting totally fucked now." My choices were final and there was no turning back. I had no idea of any other way to cope, so I took another hit from the poppers. The vapors went straight to my head; I was grateful for that. It made it easier to withstand Michael's assault on my ass and his injection of his deadly cum. "Please, Sir. Please," I murmured, through my tears. I was no longer sure if I was begging him to stop, to put me out of my misery, or to fuck me harder like a true cumhole deserved. It didn't matter; I was too confused and too beaten down to know or even care. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and cry. I wanted to run far away from here, before Nathan could see me like this, just a little faggot boy, in over his head and having second thoughts far too late to make any difference at all. "Fuck, that was good, cumhole. I needed that. Get to flush out all the virus from my balls and shoot right into your warm, raw, filthy fuckhole." He gave a few more thrusts into my hole and made sure that every drop of his seed was deep in me. Then he pulled out, the condom rubbing once more painfully against my tender flesh. "One last thing to make it complete, fucktoy," he said, giving me another hard slap on the ass with his gloved hand. I was still silently sobbing into the bed. The fuck session wasn't over yet, but I no longer cared. Michael reached into his bag, and pulled something out. "This might be a be icy. But your hot little hole should melt it soon enough. One last gift for you: a devil's dick made from my AIDS spooge. And maybe a special little something hidden in the middle for you." He paused for a moment. "Or maybe a big something. Had forgotten about this one." I had never heard of a Devil's Dick before. Before I could ask, there was a cold pressure against my hole and then an ice cube pressed into me. I gasped, but didn't, or couldn't, protest. Michael pushed it deeper in my hole. He then ran his gloved finger around my ass, getting it to close up around the icy thing that was now slowly melting within me. "There you go, cum bucket. Most of that's my spooge. But I think I've mixed a contribution from a few random guys in there as well. Not to mention that big chunk of tina right in the middle." The violation of my body was now complete. He had put his cock in my mouth and in my ass, gotten me high off the glass pipe, and was now leaving my hole filled with strangers' sperm and some more tina. I choked a bit on my tears and said what I knew I had to say. "Thank you, Sir." "Right on, faggot. Stay healthy," he said, laughing. "Well, try to stay healthy." He pulled on his clothes quickly as I stayed on the bed. Before he left, he slapped my ass one last time and stuck a sticker on it. He slammed the door behind him, finally leaving me alone, a huge load of his sperm in my ass and another hunk of crystal slowly seeping into my body. Once I heard him walk out the door and down the hallway, I got up far enough to peel the sticker off of my butt. Even in the dim light, it was easy to read. In the center was a big biohazard symbol and around the outside, text that read "WARNING: Medical Waste. Handle with Care." I wadded it up and threw it into a corner. Back on the bed, I grabbed a pillow and curled up. I thought the pillow might comfort me, but it was only a piece of fabric. I lay there, my tears still flowing, the silence of the room only interrupted by my sobs.
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  44. I hit puberty right around the time chatrooms, PlanetOut, Gay.com were all the rage. I met my first boyfriends on there when I was 12-13 and they were also that age, and we would take the bus to meet each other, and pretend we were friends from school to our parents. That quickly escalated to fucking around with older dudes. I started regularly hooking up with dudes in their 20s, 30s, even 40s. We would arrange stuff online and then do stuff in their cars or I'd figure out a time to sneak them into the house late at night. I was fucking lots of older guys all through my high school and teenage years. For the record, I always told them I was 18, but there's no way I looked 18 so I think they just believed what they wanted to believe! lol I was pounding all their asses bare all through my teens, never bought condoms and they never brought any with or mentioned them. I only got fucked once and that was by a 30-something guy when I was almost 16.
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  45. 2. Jason For a few minutes, I lay there in the dim light. There were voices in the other room and then the front door opened and closed as Sean headed out. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. The second guy had arrived. A moment later, there was a knock on the door. "Ready?" Nathan asked me, from behind the closed door. "Yeah, I am," I answered. The door opened, and another guy walked in. Nathan stood behind the door, never even seeing me. "You!" he said, recognizing me. I smiled. It was a guy I knew, Jake. We had done a few scenes together for Thomas. The most recent one was a group with four other tops, him, and myself. I remembered when I was the last to fuck him, how wet his hole was with the accumulated sperm of the four other tops. "Yeah, it's me." "I thought it might be you," he continued, "but I thought you were just a top?" "I'm exploring," I replied. He had taken off his shoes and pulled off his tank top. I had pegged him at around 21 or so, with blond hair, a bit of a goatee, and a spray of light hair on his chest. When I had last fucked him, I remembered that he hadn't been able to get hard, but today, there was a definite bulge in his shorts. "And so far, it's been a hell of a lot of fun," I added. "Well, as long as you're at least staying versatile, I'm happy. Fucking love that cock of yours. Hate to see you turn all bottom." "Thanks, but today, it's going to be all about your cock," I replied. He took off his shorts, letting his cock spring free. His blond pubic hair set off his cock nicely. It was already getting hard. It was about seven, maybe eight inches. Although not as wide as Sean's, it was still going to feel great inside my hole. "And your sperm," I added, "Your poz sperm." "I know," he said. He got on the bed, and quickly was in between my legs and on top of me. His cock was already pressing up against my ass, hard and dripping. He leaned in and gave me a kiss. "How many loads up there already?" he asked. "Just one," I said, "So far." "Ready for more?" "Fuck yeah." "You been partying?" he asked. I must have had a particularly hungry look on my face. "Yeah, a bit," I answered. "That cool?" "Oh yeah. If I'm gonna top you, I can't, but I do it all the time. It definitely helps a bottom out." I had to agree on that. My butt was itching, and the only thing that would scratch it right now was a cock. Jake's cock. "You got that right. And it's making me hungry for cock. And your cock is right here." "You need some lube?" he asked. He was already pushing up against my hole, his cock just as eager to penetrate me as I was for it to punch into my guts. "Yeah, can't hurt." He grabbed the lube from the bed table and poured some on his cock. I grabbed the poppers and did a quick hit. "Give it to me, man. Give me that poz tool." "This is going to be damn fun," Jake said, lining-up his cock with my hole. "A chance to top the famous Derek James. Or should I say Jason Spencer." With a pop, his cock slid into my hole. I hardly gave him a chance to get used to being inside me before I slid down on it. I took him all the way in a single smooth stroke. "You are hungry," he said, surprised at my need, at my speed. "The Tina is definitely helping." "Fuck," I said, "I need it so badly now." I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. He responded by sticking his tongue in my mouth. We kissed as he started to pump my hole. "I can feel the load up there already," he said, adding "and damn, it was a big one." "Yeah. It took him a while to pump all that into me." "Must have been nice," Jake suggested. "How long has it been for you?" "Since I've fucked a guy?" he asked. "A few weeks." "Cool. But I meant, how long that you've been poz." "Oh, that," he kissed me quickly, "I forget you're still just starting out. I've been poz for about two years now." "How did it happen?" "You want the full story?" he asked, "or the short version?" "Full story, of course." I was enjoying the fuck, and hearing about his background seemed to make it even more intimate. "I want to know you. And all the dirty details." "Yeah, it's nice. Being inside you raw. Getting to talk to you. And not having Thomas tell us what to do." He pushed his cock into me, squishing Sean's load around a bit. "Well, I ran away from home when I was 16," he said. "Oh, I didn't know." "Yeah. I ended up living on the street for a bit. I was hustling a lot, just to get money to eat." "How old are you now?" I asked. I had always pegged him as mid-twenties, but I realized he could be younger. "Twenty," he answered. "Not even legal to drink yet," he said, laughing. "When you were on the street, were you safe? I mean, condoms?" "Mostly, yeah," he said. I must have looked surprised, because he continued, "It's been more recently that I've become the cum guzzler that I am now." He nibbled a bit on my ear. "Been a while since I've really fucked a guy. I forgot how good it can be." I nodded in agreement while he continued his fuck and his story. "Some guys would try to pay me extra if I'd go bareback. I didn't always take it; it really depended on the guy." "When did you start partying?" "My older brother was partying by the time I was fourteen. And he'd let me join him. I actually cut down a lot when I ran away. Money and all. But after a year or so, I started again, finding guys who'd PnP with me. And yeah, of course that was when I started to bareback a bit more." "I figured." "Partying and raw sex. Two great tastes that taste great together," he said, laughing. "And it didn't hurt that johns usually have favors to share." I was enjoying hearing about Jake's life, even as hard as it seemed. The street hustler who discovered partying and bareback sex was a turn-on, and my cock was starting to stir in my jockstrap. "How do you feel about it all now? Looking back?" "Really, no regrets. About anything. From running away, to starting to bareback, to getting into movies, to finding out I was poz. Honest. It's weird, but were all decision that, amazingly, turned out well." Apparently then he noticed my cock, and he chuckled "And you seem to be enjoying my story as well." "I am," I said. "It's a welcome change, you inside of me instead of me always on top, and for that matter, I like hearing about your life." Thanks, he replied, adding "You're making me want to ride your cock, though. It was fucking hot the other week, having you pound me after all those other guys had bred me." "Yeah, it was." I remembered how wet his hole was, and I wondered if my ass would be dripping with cum at the end of the day, as had his. "You give me your load and I'll see about fucking you a bit," I said. "Deal," Jake answered. He took my legs and had me rotate around the axis of his cock. I ended on my side. He leaned in while making sure his cock was still sliding in and out of my hole and nibbled on my ear. "So, how did you get infected?" "Thomas, actually," Jake said. "Well, he didn't do it, but he was the cause." "Really?" I asked. I had no idea if Thomas was poz, although I had always assumed he was. "How did that happen?" "Well, he had seen a few pictures of me online, and thought I was hot. I did a solo scene for him, for which he paid me five hundred bucks," pausing, thinking back to the occasion, and then adding "Back then, that was a lot of money for me." "It is for me too," I said. I usually got about a thousand per scene from Thomas, sometimes a little more, sometimes a little less. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the payments. I had to say, the money did come in handy: school, books, gym, even, sometimes, food. "And next? I mean, a solo scene can't get you to where you are now." He laughed, "Yeah, you're right about that. Thomas liked me, and I did a few more scenes for him, all of them safe." I knew that Thomas would occasionally do safer sex scenes. I had just never seen them actually happen. "Then he made me an offer." "What was it?" "I'd get fucked by five guys on camera. All raw. All poz. He said he'd give me five thousand for it." I must have gasped or something because he suddenly slowed down his regular stroking motion. "You okay?" he asked. "Yeah. I'm just surprised about that kind of offer." I realized that Thomas had been playing me a bit. He wasn't just "thinking" about his project. He had already done it at least once. I'd just be a repeat. "Yeah, I was too." "And you did it?" I guessed he had, since he was here, fucking me and trying to poz me up. "It took me a month to decide, but yeah, I did it. And it was seven guys, not five, over three days. Going into it, I was terrified. And more excited than I had ever been before." "But, in the end, how was it?" "Fucking amazing. One of the best sexual experiences in my life," he said. He had a far-away look on his face, and a smile. I could feel his cock stiffen inside of me as he was thinking about it. "There's something deeply intimate about swapping sperm. And the most intimate is getting to give poz sperm to a negative man. Or, as a neg guy, taking poz sperm." "I know," I said, adding "I can't seem to get enough of it." Jake gave me a kiss, making sure to get a lot of his spit in me. The thought of getting not just his spit, but also his pre-cum and soon his cum was keeping me hard, despite the Tina flowing in my veins. "Yeah. It's addictive," Jake said. "You know, when we last fucked?" "Yeah? God, that was fun," he said. "Yeah. You know how you were begging me to breed you? It was hot, and I got off on it. But I didn't understand it at all." "And now?" "Now, I understand the need. I feel the need. I want your poz sperm, Jake. I want you to breed me. I need you to breed me." "Fuck yeah man, you know it," Jake said. He was pounding my ass hard now, each stroke finding a new, unexplored area of my hole to rub down with Sean's sperm and his pre-cum. "I'll give you what you need." He reached down and grabbed my cock, now straining against the fabric. "But you're gonna have to beg for it, Jason. Beg for my virus." "Please man, give me your toxic seed. Give me your dirty jizz, Jake." I was feeling great: I had a hot poz man pounding my tender hole. Not only was he working a poz load from another guy into me, he was going to add his own deadly sperm to my growing collection of DNA. "I need it, man. I need you to infect me." "Oh fuck, don't stop. I'm getting close," Jake said. "Don't hold back. Shoot that pozcum deep. Make it take." Our bodies were slamming together in perfect rhythm, my hole opening up and his cock getting deeper with each stroke. "Fucking poz me up," I begged. "Make me sick." "Take it, Jason! Fucking take it!" Jake was pounding my hole hard, and he was clearly right on the edge of shooting his load. "Give it to me, Jake. Breed my hole with your dirty spunk." "Oh, fuck man. I'm cumming!" Jake pushed his cock deep into me and paused. His cock stiffened and pulsed, and there was a sudden warmth in my hole. Staring at him, I could see his eyes roll back and his mouth hang open in the sheer pleasure of cumming. "Shoot it in me. Give me every fucking toxic drop," I moaned. Jake started to pound my hole again. I could feel his cum lubricating his forceful strokes and his cock kept on twitching. Each twitch was another spurt of thick spooge into me. Each twitch was another chance to get infected. He started to kiss me, but held me tight and close. His firm grip was as if he was afraid I would try to evade his fucking. He kept me from squirming away from the certain destiny encoded in the virus he was injecting into me. In an automatic response, I grabbed on to his ass and pulled him deeper into me. I had to re-assure him that I would take every drop of his dirty load. Not until I felt his cock soften a bit, the last drop of poz sperm leaking into me did I dare to let go of him. "Thank-you," I said. There wasn't much else for us to say, as we caught our breath. "My pleasure," Jake said. We made out some more, still linked together by his raw cock buried in my body. Finally, he softened enough that it fell out. "Keep my spooge in you," he said. "Give it a warm place to grow." I just nodded my head. I reached down, and felt my hole. It was hot and wet, a tiny bit of the accumulated sperm now dripping out. I pushed it back in with my fingers. I didn't want to waste any of it. Jake also reached down, and grabbed my cock. Through the jockstrap, I was still hard as a rock. "Fuck man. I need this again," Jake said. "So fucking hard." I glanced quickly at the clock. We still had twenty-five minutes together. "I can't cum right now," I said. "But I'd love to fuck you a bit." "As long as your raw cock is inside me, I'll be happy," Jake replied. He pushed down my jock strap, letting my cock spring free. There was already a drop of pre-cum at the tip. Jake leaned over and licked it off, then proceeded to tug my jock strap the rest of the way off. Now that I was completely naked, his attention returned my dick. He took the head into his warm mouth. The load I had shot that morning seemed like a very long time ago. I had been so entranced over the past week by Nathan, by the two men he had found, by getting fucked deep and by getting bred I had forgotten the simple pleasure of a good blow job. Jake was good at it, taking the entire length of my shaft into his mouth and down his throat. "Damn, that feels good," I said, as Jake's tongue flicked over my cock head and collected a few more drops of my pre-cum. He went back down on my dick, going all the way down, his chin hitting my balls. He licked and teased me for a bit, keeping my cock hard and dripping the entire time. "When did you last cum?" he asked, taking a break from sucking me off. I had to think for a second. "This morning, actually," I said, again surprised at how long ago that felt. "I did a scene for Thomas." "Who was the lucky bottom?" Jake asked. He had found the bottle of lube, and poured some on my cock. "A new guy, at least for me," I remembered, "Cal was his name." "Oh, I know Cal. But I wish it had been me." "Well, I can't cum again today. Nathan's got two more guys planned for me, and if I shoot, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to get fucked. But I'll breed you again soon enough." "Promise?" Jake asked. He put a bit of the lube on his hole, and straddled me. My cock was pressing right against him. With the slightest move from either one of us, it would penetrate and slide into his ass. "Promise," I said. Then, I made the first move: I arched my back slightly. There was an audible pop as my dick slid into his tight hole. Jake followed my lead and relaxed enough to let the rest of my cock penetrate his hole. He clearly had far more experience getting fucked than I did, and he was soon riding the full length of my cock. Jake was bouncing up and down on my cock, fucking himself on my stiff shaft. His hole felt a lot smoother than I had expected given the tiny squeeze of lube he had used. "You already have been fucked today?" I asked, realizing the obvious explanation for the situation. "Yeah," he said sheepishly. "A client found me on Rentboy. He fucked me this morning." "Raw?" "Yeah. I had the itch. Badly. I gave him a fifty dollar discount each time he bred me." "Hot?" I asked. I had done porn for long enough to know that the real money was in escorting. But I hadn't yet taken the plunge; escorting still seemed like a step too far for me. "He was older, out of shape. But still had a big cock, and he worked my hole good." I was fucking Jake using this stranger's cum as lube. I wondered if the stranger was poz, or if he had even bothered to ask Jake about his status. Or was he so focused on his own cock, his own pleasure that he didn't care? As long as he was able to fuck a hot young man raw, shoot his load and mark the boy, was that all that he wanted? Jake seemed to read my mind. "I went over to his hotel," he said, explaining what had happened. "I stripped down totally naked, and showed off my ass while he got hard. Then he bent me over, put a bit of lotion on my hole and his cock, and rammed it in. He didn't last long before he shot." "And?" I was interested in the mechanics of it all. "Decent sized load, all of it landed inside of me. When he was done, he pulled out, pointed to some cash on the bed table, and told me to get dressed as he started the shower. Not sure if we spoke ten words the entire time." "Seems a bit impersonal," I said. "Yeah, it can be. Not like this," he commented as he started to kiss me again. I knew exactly what he meant. Sean, Jake and especially Nathan had been a very close and intimate experience. I had learned a lot about these men. I had learned it only by letting them fuck me, by letting them enter me raw, and most importantly, by taking their seed into my body. We had talked, but the act of exchanging fluids had cemented the connection and made it real. Now, I was inside of Jake, doing the same thing that these men had done to me. It wasn't the first time for me to be inside him, but it was definitely the most intimate time. I wished that Nathan had let me fuck him already. I hated thinking that I had to wait until the virus finally took root in my body before being inside of him. I craved the closeness that necessarily would have to come from me breeding his hole, and I wanted to share that closeness with him now, even this very evening. I wanted him to know how happy I was, how thankful I was that he had found these fine specimens of masculinity to seed my hole and how grateful I was that he was fucking me raw so often. Jake finally broke off the kiss. "You're sure you won't come inside me?" he asked. "I am so hungry." "I've got at least three more guys who want to breed me: two unknown guys, and then I'm sure Nathan will want to fuck me a few times after the afternoon is all over." If I shot another load now, I wasn't going to be up for being fucked for too long. I didn't want to interrupt the flow of the afternoon. "I totally understand," Jake said, "But that just means you'll owe me a load or three, with interest - once you get the bug." "Don't worry," I said, "You'll be one of the first men I tag." "Promise?" Jake asked. "Promise," I replied. "Good." We both looked at the clock, and realized we had only a few more minutes together before the next man was supposed to arrive. "I better get dressed. You've got another lucky guy coming to seed your hole." He slowly, reluctantly pulled off my cock. "Fucking bastard," he said, as he rolled onto the bed beside me. I wondered about the next man Nathan had picked out for me, smiling as I ran through numerous fantasies. Jake got dressed, while I stayed on the bed. I watched him, forcing his cock into his underwear, then covering his beautiful ass with his shorts, and finally pulling his t-shirt on. It was a shame for him to cover up that body, but there would be many other times with him. He leaned over me, and gave me a final kiss. "I'm going to hold you to your promise. You owe me a load. Many loads. Poz loads. Deep in my hole." "Of course," I replied, "as soon as my gun is cocked and fully loaded, you'll get it." "Excellent," Jake said as he walked out the door, shutting the door behind himself, leaving me alone again in the dimly lit room. I fished around in the tangle of sheets and found my jockstrap. I pulled it on, forcing my swollen cock into the constraining pouch. The crystal I had done with Sean was still powering me. It was making my ass itch for more cock and more cum. It wouldn't be long before the next guy came. I heard Jake and Nathan's muffled conversation, then the front door close. "You okay in there?" Nathan asked a few seconds later, from behind the bedroom door. "Very good," I said. "Good," he said. "Gonna be a few minutes before the next guy. Just relax, and think about your day so far." As best I could, with the meth I had done and the hunger for more sex, more cum, more breeding, I closed my eyes and relaxed.
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  46. It is great to talk a bottom to where you want him to be and the more you talk the louder they usually get. I love brainfucking and sharing the phantasies in my mind with my bottom. Through the yars I've found out what turns a bottom on and to tell them little sleazy stories, phantasies and situations make their pussy drool
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  47. my stepdad,3 brothers, the swim team in high school,older men and my neighbor
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  48. My family home was (very conveniently) about 2 minutes walk from a very busy park. I was about 14 and would tell my parents I was off for a jog, but that wasn't the reason I came home sweaty and breathless! Of course pretty much every guy I got off with was older than me. I can still remember one guy who used to fuck me in the back seat of his car. He was probably around 30 and used to tell me that when I was 18 he would take me to a brothel to fuck a chick. LOL I was much more interested in his big dick than any chick. Can also remember going home with a married guy (probably in his 40s) who had to smuggle me into his house before fucking me. I can remember him giving me some porn mag which had some black shemale in it. Getting porn was quite exciting at that age cos you were too young to be able to buy it yourself. Another guy I can remember meeting was a delivery driver (maybe 30) and had the biggest cock I think I've ever seen in my life. I got off with him a few times but he's probably the only guy I wasn't able to take. Tried a few times, but it was just too fucking big. Ahhh wish I was 14 again!
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  49. My cousin for a full year.... he then went straight. The a lot of rest area sex.
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  50. I grew up in a small town (a long time ago). I only knew of a few public restrooms to go to - one was the bus station, with a pay toilet. It had 3 stalls and only the middle stall had a door on it. The stalls faced two urinals. One day when I was 12, a 30 something guy was in one of the stalls without a door watching me piss and rubbing his dick some. He motioned me over and I put my dick in his mouth. From that moment on I was on a constant hunt to get my dicked sucked. I only knew how to find older guys - 30's, 40's, 50's. As I got a little older I would fuck some of them. I had no concept of age and what a young boy was doing to these guys and I looked much younger than I was. All I knew was that I got turned on by their moans as they took my cock in their mouths. I met a lot of handsome, masculine men yearning for boy dick.
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