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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."

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

To expand on the title; is it a turn-off for a bottom to take dick without much fuss? Conversely, is a bottom who struggles to take your dick a turn-on? Personally I have an example in mind where a guy I slept with seemed to be really into the idea that he was huge. To be fair he was large, but it takes a certain type of guy to describe their cock as "an absolute monster". We did tons of foreplay and I was very ready, but he kept on going on with stuff like "don't be afraid, we can take it really slow, you can make as much noise as you want". In the end I got impatient and just squatted down onto him. He said "oh...", and seemed kinda emasculated. Up until that point he had been a dominant top, slightly scary even. Then suddenly he was a lot more casual. Was that rude? Should I have acted like it was a struggle for the sake of submissiveness? I appreciate an empathetic top, but on the other hand I hate having to top from the bottom. Opinions?

Got loaded up today by a new guy, and I think it may be the start of something wonderful... He came over and right away he went for my hole... opened me up with his tongue, then pounded his DNA down deep!

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

Last night at Sawmill Campground in the "Garage" took a total anon load in the dark room. I never saw the guy just felt his dick. Some other guy was egging him on to the breed me. When he stopped at first I was disappointed as he had made no noise at all and his rhythm fucking me had not changed, but then I realized that there was a load leaking out my ass. So fucking hot.

Nope. You did what you had to do and sounds like he needed to be knocked down a little. "Too easy" like hotdog in a hallway and no friction, that does nothing for me, but the bottom knows what he wants and has some experience and gets in without too much of a fuss- that's perfect. I hate a bottom that can't take it and needs endless breaks and more lubes and "omg it just won't and let try this and that."

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.

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

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

I've only recently started posting after lurking for a few months. I identify as straight and was turned on to gay forums by a gay friend of mine after being concerned that the STD/HIV information that I was being given was outdated. I had heard the basic "line" from the time I was 15 until I was 27 or so. I just couldn't accept that there had been no progression. He explained that the gay community is very up to date on the most progressive approaches to STD/HIV. After lurking for a while I can agree. While I identify as straight I do have enough self awareness to recognize that I am here and I also prefer BB. I also have a seldom desire for very passable TS's of which I prefer to top and bottom with bareback. Most of those occurrences have been protected even though the TS's were ok with BB. I chose to not use a condom because I was not happy with the answers I received when asking of status. In a lot situations I frequently get responses like "i"m clean" and "I'm healthy" which are very ambiguous to me. I think "clean" generally expresses that the person at least believes they are neg, but "I'm clean and tested neg as of a date is much more trustworthy. To me the response of "I'm healthy" sounds like someone who is poz. UD and relatively healthy. That may not be a concern but It is still a lie though. In my area TS's have been known to run Scams/Setups leading to violent robberies. Being understandable of this I am always aware that someone may be working a scam. SO regardless of how you want to conduct your sex life there is some hesitation when meeting with TS'. When I point out the dodgy nature of their responses to the statues question, most stop talking to me. More concerning is that some of these potential partners, who agree to BB very seldom ask for status even though I have asked theirs. With that in mind I altered my approach a bit if BB sex is being discussed with a potential partner . I always state the truth that I am neg and tested often. I even supplement with OraQuick tests All very true. I also explain i that I am straight, much lower risk than a lot people. and rarely do the TS thing. I've also pointed out that I have a solid understanding of disease transmission and could be ok with a poz person if they were UD and very up front an honest about it. Even with this expressed most people have been very dodgy. I understand that coming out as poz to someone is a big risk socially but lying and infecting someone could have more life altering legal impact. To put it in perspective I took the same approach with someone who only agreed to oral. This person was also dodgy on the status question but eventually owned up to being poz and UD, and that that it was likely for or her to transmit. I'll be honest that while I did have a good grasp of what UD meant I was still not ready to BB with someone who was poz. We did meet for drink and had a great time discussing politics, but nothing sexual. A few month later she asked how I was doing and we met up again. This time we fooled around 2very safely. The one and only TS I did bb with was because she was very up front and answered the status questions very honestly. "I am neg as of (date) but have bb'd with 2 others since the test" She explained that were both married guys and that they all took oraquick tests prior to any actions, She took a test one with each guy and was neg each time. We continued to talk and eventually discussed our reasoning for wanting to bareback. She explained that she did escort sometimes to pay the bills. I am not naive and understand that TS's have limited opportunities. She explained that clients were always protected but that she also desired real and raw sex with people she desired, It ultimately gave her balance. We were/are also both very hung and have issues with condoms from time time. She also agreed to bring an OraQuick test for us both when we met. They turned out ok and we had a great time. Sorry for the length my but dealings and my preference for bareback make me consider prep.

So this Poz guy did all the leg work for you. Remember this the next time someone makes nasty comments about Pozzies trying to infect Neggies. Here is the full package of documents from Gilead. If you walk in to your doctor with these, he/she really can't say "I don't know enough about it." https://start.truvada.com/content/pdf/Training_Guide_for_Healthcare_Providers.pdf (Training Guide for Healthcare Providers) https://start.truvada.com/content/pdf/Checklist_for_Prescribers.pdf (Checklist for Prescribers) https://start.truvada.com/content/pdf/Important_Safety_Information_for_Healthcare_Providers.pdf (Important Safety Information for Healthcare Providers) https://start.truvada.com/content/pdf/Safety_Information_Fact_Sheet.pdf (Safety Information Fact Sheet) https://start.truvada.com/content/pdf/Agreement_Form.pdf (Agreement Form) https://start.truvada.com/content/pdf/Important_Safety_Information_for_Uninfected_Individuals.pdf (Important Safety Information for Uninfected Individuals) https://start.truvada.com/content/pdf/Prescriber_Educational_Slide_Deck.pdf (Power Point Slide from PrEP Training Presentations) http://www.gilead.com/pdf/truvada_pi.pdf (Full Prescribing Information) This document is probably overkill, but pages 5 through 11 contain useful information I'm not in a medial prefession, but the documents seem to suggest these are the appropriate blood tests to order: HIV test Hepatitis B (While not required I'd recommend a Hep C test) If you haven't already received a Hepatitis A & B vaccination, request it. (Only Hep B vaccinations are noted in the documents. Rimming poses a risk of catching Hep A, so the AB combination vaccine is recommended for all gay men) Creatinine Clearance Serum Phosphorus Urine Glucose Urine Protein Gilead's Copay Assistance Program covers up to $200 per month http://www.gileadcopay.com/ And here is application for the Medication Assistance Program form (If you're uninsured or have a low income) https://start.truvada.com/Content/pdf/Medication_Assistance_Program.pdf Did you guys already on PrEP have to sign the agreement form? I do get a laugh out of some of the warnings in the Gilad documents. Don't take Truvada for PrEP if your taking drugs you would only be prescribed if you already had HIV. Probably cut and paste from their warning when taking Truvada as part of HAART (Highly Active Antiretroviral Therapy). It just seems so out of place in the information about Pre Exposure to HIV.

Why did it have to be Charlie Sheen?

Good looking latino hit me up on grindr, after seeing his dick and body pics I had to have his cum. He had a nice fit body, just a little bigger and wider than mine, really turned me on. Told him i'd let him go bare, he seemed a bit hesitant at first but went through with it. My tight ass had a hard time taking his cock but I layed on my stomach and eventually he got balls deep and started pounding away. Felt the warmth of his cum deep inside my gut as he exploded, he pushed his dick so deep into me, it was great! Didnt even leak out till many hours after! Heaven.

I'm with BadInBrooklyn on this one -- I want to fuck a man who wants to be fucked -- gets off on feeling my dick in his arse and is an active participant. If he acts like he's hurting or it's too much fuss it turns me off...not the reverse.

I want a bottom who genuinely loves to get fucked. I want the bottom to be having as much fun as I am. One thing I've gotten a lot of lately is bottoms who act like they need to be treated gently, but as soon as I start easing it in they change their story and want to get pounded hard!

Top breeder man here in Eastern LA. Eagle Rock Silverlake area. I get most of my ass off a4a.

His ego was probably bigger than his dick!

Mungo's vids are always good! Sexy guy!

Trust me I'm going to be there...

How long it last and how good the top/dick was. The fact that I rarely cum when I bottom doesn't help.

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Guy on Growlr invited me to come over and fuck his boyfriend. When I got there, there were three guys; older with dude, younger Pakistani dude, and a hairy balding cub. The cub sucked me hard and then I fucked the Paki while the older dude watched.

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.

It's not my cup of tea, but I do know of lots of guys around my age who really appreciate a younger guy. I'm sure if you put yourself out there you can find someone. Depending on the kind of guy you want, you might consider trying craigslist too. More likely to find closeted/bi/married guys that way, which most likely translates into a purely sexual/hook-up type thing, but that may be what you're looking for.

Unfortunately, gonorrhea, chlamydia and syphilis are easy to catch these days, compared to HIV. As a top, the most common infections are gono/chlam (infected through urethra), followed by throat gono if you perform oral. If you actively seek and enjoy bare sex like the rest of us, the truth is "you risk contracting the same or a new STI every time you have unprotected sex and/or have sex with someone who has that STI" (this is a quote straight from the CDC). Risk reduction methods for gay men like us mostly amount to the following : - choose your partner(s) more thoughtfully (hard to do if you attend sex parties and bathhouses) - openly discuss STI prevention with your partner(s) - get tested often, detect early, and treat immediately I think it's just something you need to get used to. It's the trade-off for having really hot/sleazy sex. Whether the trade-off is worth it, or needs adjustment, is up to each person.

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

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

Dams Slznboots and NastyPigDad.. I want you both ... in my ass !

CHPT 16 - The Fair Begins: “FUCK ME DADDY. GIVE ME THAT CUM. FUCK MY WHITE HOLE. FUCK IT!!” I begged Teddy as I felt his hard dick push into my ass. “Yeah slut,” Teddy snarled, “Tell Daddy you want that black dick in dat pussy. Tell Daddy how the youngins gang raped that hole. Did they nutt in you? Fuck shore nuff, that pussy is dripping wet, sloppy and God damn it’s open! WHAT THE FUCK, WHY YOU RUNNING?” Even through my drug haze the skin around my hips, ass, stomach, and dick was real tender from where Carter – the gangbanger drug lord – had ripped the duct tape off me after his boys had spent the night gang raping me in their garage – the Pleasure Palace. Teddy grumbled, slid his dick out of my ass with a loud WHOOSH PLOP, edged me towards the door where he opened it just enough to let a blazing shaft of light in and let out a long whistle as he turned me so the light shown on my ass. “God damn. What did they do to you? You look like a fucking zebra. Hmmm… no…more like a bitch that probably got mouthy and paid for it huh?” I didn’t say a word as Teddy let the door slam shut, scooted me forward and as he slammed his dick back inside my ass said, “Well, don’t matter none now, cause Daddy’s turn to rape that shit.” My ass was making wet slurping sounds as I bent over as far as possible, trying to get Teddy’s dick deeper and deeper. Teddy paused, pulled me back with him a few steps, kicked a box forward, and I leaned a bit to the left and put my right foot up on the box giving Teddy a new angle to break my walls down as he slam fucked me. “PUSH THAT FUCKNG NUTT OUT, CREAM ON MY DICK, COME ON, CREAM ON THAT SHIT, GOD DAMN FUCK, FEEL YOUR PUSSY DRIPPING AND SQUIRTING. LIKE IT WHEN I BANG THOSE WALLS LIKE THAT? MAKING THAT PUSSY ORGASM DON’T IT? HERE COMES DADDY’S NUTT – OH SHIT – OH SHIT BITCH – FUCK – YEAH…OHHHH YEAH…..” I dropped my leg and my thighs cramped and shook as Teddy’s dick slid out of my torn up hole. He was breathing hard but when I asked the second time he said, “What? What do you….oh you’re a nasty slut. Yeah you can taste it, let me get a few fingers up in there and spread you open. Oh Jesus that hole is gaping. Here open your mouth, slurp this ass oyster up!” The smell of man musk, seed, dick, piss, and my own ass juice was overwhelming and the taste of the feeding so intense, but I licked Teddy’s hand clean and my ass twitched and I tried to back up on his dick. “No, get the fuck off now,” Teddy said. “I need to go take care of something. I’ll get back up in there but don’t you worry. Old Jenkins will take care of you and if you can still walk later well I’m out a dub or two and fuck not like I got the $20 to spare.” As if on cue, the door at the back opened, Teddy stepped away, mumbled voices rose and fell, then Teddy came back, slapped my ass and said, “Later,” and left. The light from outside hurt my eyes and while I rubbed them to get accustomed to the dark again I felt someone step up behind me, grab my hips, then sighed as his monster horse dick POPPED through my ass ring and slid inside my wet, sloppy hole. “PLEASE PULL IT OUT AND STICK IT BACK IN,” I begged, needing to feel that thrill of the sharp pain as my hole got wrecked. “PLEASE FUCK IT, THAT’S IT, PULL IT OUT – SLAM BACK IN – HOLY FUCK YES!!! GIVE ME YOUR CUM, GIVE ME YOUR PISS – PLEASE I NEED IT, I WANT IT!!” I cried out. Jenkins covered my mouth with his meaty paw and long dicked me stroke after stroke, deep and true to the hilt every time so that his balls slapped against my stretched skin. I was convinced his dick was longer and bigger than the gang bangers who had fucked me the night before, or they had just opened me up so much that I could offer no resistance at all. Jenkins had me bent forward, one hand clenched tight now around my face, covering my mouth and part of my nose. The other was digging into my right side as his left arm was wrapped around my lower torso and the fingers of his left hand dug into my flesh as he held me in a vise grip of fucking – his breath hot and steamy as he sounded like a big, black locomotive barreling down the tracks. I pushed back against his body as he pounded my ass, letting him know with my flesh I wanted it harder, rougher, deeper. Suddenly Jenkins released his grip, I staggered a step and got my balance, he gripped my hips and slammed me full force and I thought for sure he was spearing my intestines like a Medieval sword and I would surely not survive. Yet I did and with every thrust Jenkins stretched my guts, speared me deeper and then bellowed in lust as he pulled out and slammed back in for the final time, breeding me with a gallon of black cum. It was Jenkins’ turn to whimper and moan as his body shook and I kept moving my hips, tried to squeeze my ass, and pushed back to get more dick and more cum. Finally spent, he released his grip, his breath now harsh and ragged, and his dick slowly slid out of my ass. I was breathing hard too – fuck being a bottom is hard work! I turned to touch him, to thank him, but Jenkins had stepped back into the deep darkness and I only knew he was still in the room from the sound of him off to the side. How the fuck can he see so well? I couldn’t see shit. I jumped and yelped a little as Jenkins’ big hands found my naked body. He ran his hands and up down from my shoulders to my ass several times before pulling me against him. His body was thick, solid, and radiated heat like the Texas summer sun and in that moment of calmness I could smell his musk, his scent, and underneath cigarettes, liquor, and piss. I tried to turn around as I wanted to suck his dick so bad right then but before I could he wrapped my t-shirt in a band over my eyes, tied it tight behind my head, and began to push me to the side and forward. I started to ask what was gong but he clamped a hand over my mouth and softly whispered in my ear, “Shhhh.” A door opened, closed, and the cold tile of the hallway provided a touchstone as my head spun and I tried to focus on the echoes of our walk. This was the farthest I had been inside Cotton Bowl Stadium, only ever having made it as far as the maintenance room where I dropped the drugs and Jenkins fucked me, yet I still could not see a thing and had no idea where we were going or what we were doing. I then recalled Teddy making a deal with Jenkins and saying they had four hours, so thought maybe Jenkins was taking me to his room or something. Did he live here I wondered? No that was silly. What then? I turned my head tempted to ask, but thought better of it. I then suddenly was overwhelmed with anxiety and fear, not of what he might do or where he was taking but that I was walking around the Stadium buck ass naked, cum running down my thighs with each step – oh Jesus! Jenkins felt the goose bumps on my flesh and squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. We went through a couple more doors, Jenkins stepped away, I heard the sounds of metal, other unknown noises, then Jenkins opened my hands and placed my baggy of Tina in the left and my straw in the right. OK, he wants me fucked up, no problem. I snorted, snorted some more, snorted again, and then some more. I didn’t care, I couldn’t get enough of anything right then and knew the next two days would be busy so I had to be awake. One more snort and Jenkins roughly grabbed the baggy and straw and made a guttural sound in his throat. Displeasure or horniness? It didn’t matter because I was sure he was going to fuck me either way. This was affirmed as Jenkins corkscrewed a couple thick fingers in my hole and then the burn of a booty bump spread up to meet the high coming down. Now that’s what I was talking about! My body began to shake and quiver as the drugs coursed through my body and from the anticipation of what was to come. Jenkins pushed me back, laid me down on some sort of padded bench, leaned over my shivering body to grab my right arm and quickly wound two loops of thick metal chain around my wrist, grabbed my left arm and quickly wrapped two loops of chain around that wrist as well. A quick yank, the chain pulled tight, pinched my flesh as my wrists crossed and Jenkins walked behind my head, yanking my arms back and up. I yelped a little in surprise and Jenkins just chuckled as the sound of metal on metal and a loud SNAP echoed off the concrete block walls. Jenkins then grabbed one ankle, then the next, wrapping the cold chain around one then the other then pulled my legs back trussing me up like a Christmas ham. He must not have liked exactly how I was positioned as he easily lifted me off the bench a little, kicked it back, and plopped me back down so my ass was up and exposed and hanging off the end of the bench just a bit. As if to test out this arrangement I heard a zipper, then Jenkins sighed as he slide his dick in my ass, scraping my walls on the way. One thrust, two, he then reluctantly pulled out and walked away. The chains were biting into my flesh like a school of piranhas. I tried to twist my wrists, my ankles, but there was very little give. My efforts to get comfortable were interrupted by the sound of voices – several voices. Oh shit, who was that? I couldn’t be found like this. Jenkins would get in trouble, I could get arrested, I… “You sure he’s not jail bait?” someone asked. Huh? Jenkins just snorted and grunted, in reply. Someone else said, “God damn Jenkins. You was right. Bitch hole is ready and just glistening! You sure that ass can take us?” Someone else snickered and said, “Looks like the bitch don’t have a choice now does it so if you not up for this step out now, but otherwise I say we take bets on which homie makes that pussy get its period first!” Hoots, hollers, more laughing and dares filled the room and I could only lie there, silently begging for them to fill my ass up. At that point I wanted anything shoved up my hole they could find. A fist, a bat, fuck I was even thinking how great a four-legged horse dick would feel. I was mumbling, begging to be fucked when someone shoved a dirty rag in my mouth and said, “Pussy don’t speak, pussy just CLAPS.” I had no need to keep begging as a big dick slammed into my ass with the words, “FUCK THAT’S SMOOTH PUSSY! Gonna shoot my man milk up in there!” I mumbled into the rag, tasting dirt or something and did not care. The guy fucking me was not quite as big as Jenkins but fucking close and it felt amazing as every stroke angled into my gut walls before blasting through my second hole! “RAPE THAT SHIT – WHITE BITCH JUST BEGGING FOR IT – LOOK AT THAT HOLE WINKING – GOD DAMN SLOPPY PUSSY – WHO GOT THAT NASTY DICK – JIZZ IT UP - HOLY FUCK THAT PINK HOLE JUST SLURPING MY JOINT UP – SEE THAT BLACK SHIT DISAPPEAR UP IN THERE DEEP – THAT’S RIGH MAN FUCK THAT SHIT!!” My world was perfect right then. Nothing could ever be better. My ass was being offered up, sacrificed, used by superior black men – true alpha fuckers fucking my sissy ass! I wanted more, MORE, MORE!! “Come on Jenkins, can you get that shit up old man?” someone challenged. Jenkins’ long, thick fingers probed at my opened hole and for the guys watching, it must have just looked like he was teasing my ass while he jacked his dick hard, but I could feel what he doing. Jenkins used the nails on two of his fingers to scratch my gut walls. It didn’t hurt, my ass was sort of numb from the drugs and fucking, but the pressure was odd and like quick, sharp pinches. He then massaged my stomach, spooge and gas spilled out, he wiped my hole dry. “Yo man, that’s cheating,” someone said, they all laughed, then Jenkins slammed into me dry, my body jerked, arced, my muscles taut as his hands dug into the flesh of my thighs and pulled me into his thrusts. My body could not handle all of the sensations that cascaded through the tips of every nerve – the pain of the chains, the pain of Jenkins raping my ass dry, the ecstasy, the mind-fuck of having these men use me, fill me up, breed me raw. I was lost and tumbled over the edge of awareness and drifted off into someplace new. Sometime later I was able to focus my mind again and realized I was no longer chained, but was now laying on my stomach on the bench, my ass still being pummeled by a dick, mumbled voices, and hot liquid running down my leg. My assailant got off, I took a deep breath and then yelped into the dirty rag still in my mouth as someone took a belt to my ass and began spanking to the beat of raucous laughter. I was too tired, too high, and too fucked to run or move and just took it. The belt stopped and someone else fucked me. After a while the voices died down and I knew the man now on me and slowly filling me up again was Jenkins as he licked my ear and whispered, “Love me.” My guts stretched and gurgled as Jenkins now loaded me up with a fire hose of hot piss and with his black cork of a dick keeping it all in, began to push it deeper and fuck me once again, taking his time until his body shivered and quaked and he was once again spent inside of me. Jenkins helped me off the bench and my legs buckled, but he held me up, withdrew the dirty rag from my mouth and I gulped and heaved and tried to work my tongue and jaws. He led me a little bit then eased me down against a wall. I still had the t-shirt tied tight around my eyes and had no desire to take it off even when the cool water began to cascade down my shoulders. Jenkins lifted me back up, turned me round and round, his hands running up and down my body cleaning me off before he thrust four fingers pinched together inside my bruised and swollen sissy hole. I gasped and water filled my mouth making me choke a little and then I tried to squat onto his hand, forcing it deeper. Jenkins just moaned a little but did not proceed – not then anyways. I was quickly dried off and my still damp feet made little pitter patter sounds as Jenkins walked me back down a hallway and once inside the storeroom where I always bring the drug shipments he untied my blindfold and then disappeared back into the dark. I was startled by a small flash of light as Teddy lit a cigarette, exhaled sharply, then said, “Get your shit on and pull yourself together. Carter’s boys are scouring the fucking grounds for you. Asshole is one impatient fucka – damn! We gots to get you back on the road and hauling. You good? Yeah? Come on then. Here, drink this.” I was in a complete haze as Teddy turned on the light, helped me get dressed but not before admiring the welts on my ass and doing a quick inspection of my well-fucked ass. “You ever seen a pussy after its just had a baby? Probably not huh, well that’s what your ass looks like – like that pussy’s been stretched, snapped, sliced, diced, and its puffy and bruised as shit! God damn those fuckers worked it. Hell now look what you done. Feel my shit, see how you got my hard? Well no time to take care of that now but later Daddy’s going to climb deep up in there.” Even with my sunglasses on, my cap pulled down, and Teddy helping me, every step hurt and I felt wiped. Teddy kept forcing me to drink as I walked and each sip seemed to help a little and by the time we got to his trash shed I was feeling down right perky and ready for more. As I started to fidget and bounce on my feet Teddy laughed, stamped out his cigarette, lit another, shook his head and said, “Fucking slut. Well you can thank me later, had to get you right and the little ‘pick-me-up’ I slipped in your bottle there seems to have done the trick.” I eyed the bottle suspiciously, shrugged, and finished it off just as one of the fair works came around the corner, told Teddy his boss needed him real quick, and so I walked over to the picnic table by the Port-A-Potties and figured I could get some dick while I was waiting. I had barely sat down when two shadows loomed over me – Pa and Brett – and before I could say a word Pa was yelling, Brett was cursing, and between them I was being dragged back to the RV. “HOLD HIM DOWN!!” Pa screamed at Brett as I twisted and fought trying to get off the bed at the back of the camper. Pa was trying to jam one of the ‘vitamin’ shots into my arm and I knew I couldn’t let him, I wanted to remember! The RV was shaking, I was swearing at him with every cuss word I knew, but Pa and Brett together were too strong for me so I finally just went limp, felt the needle plunge into my veins, and then the world shifted to black. “Jesus fuck, what happened to you?” Pa asked as he slapped my face to get me to focus while holding my wrist up into the light, seeing the bruises and cut marks from the chains. I was too out of it right then to answer and could only grunt as he and Brett flipped me over, inspected my ass and started to argue about who was going to fuck me first – THEN ALL HELL BROKE LOSE! The RV started rocking like a cyclone had hit, there was a crowd of voices, someone fell over my outstretched legs, something hit the wall behind my head, more yelling, then everything became muffled. Big hands grabbed my shoulders, twisted my body, and flipped me over. My eyes rolled back, “What the hell, OH SHIT!” someone snarled. A couple fingers then started probing my mouth, forcing their way into the back of my throat making me gag as I was pulled up into a sitting position. “WHAT DID THOSE FUCKING REDNECKS GIVE YOU? WHAT DID YOU SWALLOW?” I was asked. I became more alert and started to fight to get his hand out of my mouth and with spit running down my face squinted at my Florence Nightingale – it was Master – the thug gangbanger who led last night’s debauchery. I coughed, squeaked out the word, “Water,” and as the other thug who was with him got me some, Master held my face between his hands and started opening one of my eyes wide, then the other, then shaking me a little until I focused and managed a faint smile. The water helped and I was able to say, “They, uh Pa and Brett, they…my shot,” and pointed to the leather case partially sticking out of a drawer. Master opened it, looked at the vial, sniffed one of the used needles, mumbled, dropped the vial on the floor and crushed it under his boot. “Is there more of whatever this is?” he asked. I shrugged, he dug around in his pocket, pulled out a baggy and had me do several big snorts. “This will help until I get you back to the house. Is that why you asked me to shoot you up again? Because of this shit?” Master asked. I nodded, he shook his head, said something low and menacing to the other thug who quickly walked out and slammed the door. Master knelt down in front of me, smiled, “Yeah you alright. Look better already. How you feelin?” My body was flush, everything was sharp and in focus and I said only one word, “Horny.” He laughed, stood up, unzipped his pants and set his big black dick free, grabbed the back of my head and said, “Good bitch.” Once his dick was spit up, Master had me stand up, finish stripping, then bent over the bed a little to the left so he could get a could stance. He dug his nails into my hips like an Eagle gripping a salmon, and ordered, “I wanna hear you yell bitch. Scream the fuck loud as you can so folks know how much you want this black dick.” I was not sure about that, I figured Pa and Brett must be close and God knows who else was in the parking lot and as I hesitated Master released his right hand, slapped my head hard and yelled, “FUCKING WHITE PUSSY – LET ME HEAR YOU BEG FOR THIS THUG DICK.” I wanted him so bad now I started to scream like he ordered and with my first words he spit onto my hole and then raped the shit out of me, “FUCK IT MASTER – GIVE ME THAT BLACK DICK – FUCK MY WHITE PUSSY – I WANT THOSE BLACK BABIES – NOBODY FUCKS BETTER THAN BLACK DICK – I WANT THAT MONSTER DICK – MAKE IT HURT MASTER – MAKE MY SISSY PUSSY HURT MASTER!!” A thick, creamy load of thug cum flooded my guts, Master let me lick him clean, told me to get dressed and get my shit, but he waited until we stepped out of the RV before he decided to fully tuck his dick back in his pants and zip up his fly. Pa and Brett were sitting in the lawn chairs beside the RV being watched over by three of the drug crew and none of them looked too happy. Master took his time when he zipped up and made sure everyone saw his dick. Pa’s eyes narrowed like a rattler before it strikes, but did not say a word. The tension was thick but I knew Pa and Brett would not fight, not with the two guns casually pointed at them, which two of thugs tucked into the waist of the pants and then under their shirts. Master put his arm around my shoulder and guided me towards the fair gate without a glance back. We go to their car, Master grabbed my shoulders, looked at me, and asked, “You good?” I replied, “Yes, thanks.” He shook his head, spat on the ground, “Those two better watch themselves, you understand? I’ll be having a chat with them once you head out, so don’t you worry. They won’t be interfering in our business anymore and they’re fucking lucky we don’t take care of them for good right here, right now. Them snagging you up like that lost us some precious time, so we got to make that up. Want another snort – yeah here you go. This run is to the main house, remember where Carter was? Right. Then same plan. Stay on the route, make the drop back here, then I’ll hook you up with some more powder and we’ll keep running all night. Once the last delivery is made, well, lets just say you won’t be sleeping again tonight either, or well I don’t give a fuck if you do but we won’t.” Master and all three thugs laughed at that and each of them were grabbing at their dicks, which made my ass leak a little and twitch. Damn! The day was hot and I was glad for the cap, and the Gatorade Master had given me. I also realized as I walked along that they thought Pa and Brett had held me up since that morning. They didn’t know about Teddy and his little side deal with Jenkins and the gang fuck I had in the stadium. Hmmm…that was interesting and could be useful. Jenkins and his crew got my ass for free this morning and that didn’t seem right so I needed to come up with a way to use that to my advantage. Well it seemed like I was going to have plenty of time walking back and forth on the dirty, hot, streets of Dallas today to think about it. Who said being a drug mule was glamorous? Yeah not so much, but BEING A DRUG MULE WHO WAS ALSO A SISSY THAT WAS BEING BANGED THE FUCK OUT BY THE BIGGEST, BLACKEST, DICK – NOW THAT IS A FUCKING BLAST! Master was right. I didn’t sleep at all that night or the next and frankly could not remember when I had slept last. I was too drugged up and fucking wired for sound and it felt like every cell in my body was vibrating and at any second I would take off like a super hero! OK, a sissy super hero for sure and that made me laugh and made Master look at me and ask, “What the FUCK are you babbling about?” Shit. He and the rest of the drug crew were as wired as I was though and had been up almost as long. The final two days before the fair was a constant shuffle of drugs, tons of fucking, more drugs, and more fucking. One of the thugs was actually running his hand down the crack of my ass wiping a stream of stale cum around before sliding his dick inside my gaping hole and pumping away. Master smiled, patted my cheek, chuckled and said, “I guess if that cunt ain’t broke by now, it ain’t going to be huh? Now open your mouth while my boy here finishes up and finish me off, I got to piss like a demon and while you swallow that chem stew up, listen up.” I was gulping and gagging and slurping up Master’s piss chem as he said, “OK, here’s the plan. The Texas State Fair starts today. We’re pretty set on supplies and me and the boys will be working the crowds and moving the shit out. While we do, we’ll be keeping an eye on you. Me and Carter and a couple of the boys paid another visit to your - well whatever the fuck he is cause he ain’t your Pa and you WILL tell me what the fuck is going on – but anyways, the deal is you will take care of business for him at the RV unless we need you. When we do, you’ll do a run or whatever the fuck else we say and he won’t stop you or say shit. I ain’t listening to his mouth, neither will you, understand?” I was licking my lips and wiping my hand across my chin to get the dribbles of chem piss and nodded my head yes, gently took Master’s dick and flicked my tongue out to get the fresh drops trying to get out, then nestled his dick back in my mouth as his thug boy bred me with a grunt. We got dressed, I grabbed my backpack, which seemed heavier than normal with drugs, my Polar Pop cup, and headed down the street with a car of gangbangers tailing me about a block back. By now I recognized all the guys on the corners and while I would have called out or waved hi, I had been ordered not to draw attention to them or myself, but that did not stop some of them from calling out to me. The traffic on the streets was nutts as I got closer to the Fair grounds. Wow! I went through the gate for employees, said, “Hi,” to one of the guards working who I thought looked like one of the thugs who had gang fucked me the night before, but maybe not, but he did smile awful big when he saw me. Either way I decided to be a prick tease and dropped my Polar Pop cup, swore loudly, and bent over and shifted my hips a little giving him a grand view of my ass and the wet spot by my hole made by sweat and cum. “Damn sissy,” the guard said half under his breath and I looked back to see him quickly adjust himself and turn away. Oh yeah, he was there, and I laughed and continued on. The day before I had been paranoid as fuck, but today even with the park jam full of people I didn’t care and purposefully strode towards the stadium, waited as the door opened, and stepped inside with Teddy. Teddy didn’t have time to fuck and Jenkins did not materialize from the dark, so, with great disappointment and a lot of apprehension I made my way to the RV. I had not been back to the RV or seen Pa and Brett since the last fight they had with the thugs a couple days before. There were a couple guys sitting in the lawn chairs acting all nervous, I just nodded, went inside, and was shocked when Brett grabbed me, gave a big hug and said, “You OK sissy? Fuck I was worried, so’s Pa you know. He didn’t mean, well you know that, we just, aw fuck come on. We’ll chat later. But you’re OK right? Guess you saw we got folks waiting? They both want to see you so go one back, I set out some good Tina for you and will send them back. The RV felt cramped and stuffy compared to the big old garage where Master and his gangbangers partied and fucked me – their Pleasure Palace. I got undressed, went into the bathroom real quick and sprayed some deodorant, grabbed the plate and snorted up a few lines, and noticed the lube and towels were out and ready. The two guys each barely lasted a few minutes before they cummed in me and quickly cleared out. As soon as they did Brett’s dick was up my ass pumping away. “Oh fuck sissy, you’re hole is so open. Jesus Christ. You’ve been fucked a lot huh? I told Pa that was a good thing. He could get more straight guys who just want pussy and this sure feels like it, but you know Pa. He likes it when you’re tight and he can stretch it open himself, plus I think it intimidates him you know, he’s fucking big but not as big as some black guys for sure.” I didn’t reply and just pushed my ass back and reached back with my right hand to try to pull Brett deeper. It felt OK, but nothing like being fucked by Master and the thugs and especially nothing like Jenkins and his horse dicked crew. Brett cummed, I snorted more Tina, sat down on the bed and remembered my box. I went into the bathroom, quietly found the cavity in the ceiling with my box, and breathed a sigh of relief when I confirmed my $1,000 from Carter, the extra cash I had squirreled, and the phone numbers I had was all still there. There was a quick rap on the door, Brett was now speaking with someone, I slid back out and onto the bed and three super drunk who guys wedged themselves in by the bed all wearing bright blue t-shirts with white letters that said BOYD FAMILY REUNION. I thought it was early to be drunk, but hey, I was high so whatever. Only one of them fucked me, the other two just jacked off. What a waste of time. The next few hours were a bust and I needed dick and to get the fuck out of that RV. Brett started to say something to stop me but I just sneered at him, slammed the door on my way out and stomped towards the trash shed and Port-A-Potties. As soon as I turned the corner around the back of the RV I noticed one of the Carter’s thugs casually leaning against a tree by the fence, smoking an unfiltered Capone, with a menacing look that made everyone give him a wide berth. I knew at least he had a big dick – they all fucking did – and I needed my hole stretched and filled so even though I was supposed to be all discrete I walked right up to him and asked, “Can I get something dark, and chocolate, with a creamy filling?” The dude cracked up and said, “You know you’re a crazy fucka?” I laughed, and said, “Follow me, it’s not far.” I didn’t bother turning around to check if he was following me or not. I knew he was. I knew he was a horn dog and would follow my ass trail. I made a beeline for the Port-A-Potties and as these were set off the beaten path behind some of the pavilions, the crowd immediately thinned out and I saw only one carney worker. I looked back to make sure the thug saw where I was, quickly sat at the picnic table, pulled out my baggy of Tina, turned to the side, snorted a few lines, stuffed it back just as the thug arrived, stood up and went to the Pottie on the end and held the door open. It was tight fit as he was a big boy, not fat, but big like a football player. I quickly dropped my shorts, bent forward, and said, “It’s already wet, give it to me man.” The thug laughed and said, “Oh you know I got that long and deep dick for you – UGH!” I egged him on and begged for that shaft and he happily gave it to me along with a load nice and deep. I sat on the toilet cover, licked his dick clean and hopingly asked, “Got some piss too?” He shook his head, but smiled and said, “Hmm… well give me a couple hours and some beer and I will fill you up. You’ll know where I’ll be.” Then he left. I hung out by the Port-A-Potties for a few hoping to find someone else, but with the Fair on now everybody was working. I even tried Teddy’s trash shed, the door to the stadium where I dropped the drugs and in a last, desperate attempt swung by the barn where the Hispanic guys who fucked me hung out and worked. Nothing. God damn. I was mumbling and swearing to myself the whole way back to the RV in frustration, causing some people to stop and stare at me but I didn’t give a shit. Back at the RV Brett was sitting at the table watching his shitty little TV when I came in, so I leaned over the table and said, “Come on man, fuck me, it’s good and cummy.” Brett just looked at me and said, “Too late. You weren’t here to take care of business and so I made a deal with the guy to swallow my nutt instead so my bone is dry.” UGHHH! I slunk back to the bed, plopped down, sat back up, did some more drugs and waited, and waited, and waited some fucking more. Damn I needed dick! I went back out to see if Brett was ready, but he had left. When did he go? I checked outside and there was not anyone waiting. I checked my watch, had it been a couple of hours yet? Close enough. I quick stepped across the hot tar of the parking lot and the thug who had fucked me in the Port-A-Pottie was at his post, under the tree and what little shade it now provided. There was a paper bag at his feet and a beer in hand and I waved trying to get his attention. Instead of running back in to put shoes on I yelled as loud as I could “YO! YO!” and jumped up and down waving. He lowered his beer, his eyebrows went up, he smiled, shook his head, grabbed the paper bag and as he walked over to me I could hear the jangle of the empty bottles inside. I stepped into the RV, dropped to my knees and the thug warily stepped inside the door and looked around. “Don’t worry. No one else is here,” I said. I reached out and fumbled with his fly as he turned to close the RV door but I grabbed his pants pocket and said, “No, wait. Leave it open.” He shrugged, said, “Aiight,” set the bag down, slapped my hand away, opened his fly and let his dick out. I quickly started sucking on it but he slapped my face and said, “STOP THAT. JUST OPEN THAT MOUTH AND SWALLOW THIS PISS.” He massaged the underside of his dick once or twice as I inhaled the rank funk odor of sweat, my ass, and just dirty unwashed skin and then I gulped as the first of the hot stream hit the back of my throat. This thug was not a drizzler, but a fucking fire hydrant and I slurped and swallowed and slurped as fast as I could to keep up with the flow. Jesus he could piss! He laughed at hearing me struggle and said, “Told you I would fill you up.” I felt like it was coming back up on me and tried to pull away a little, but he grabbed my head hard, dug his fingers into my scalp and held me in place so I puffed my cheek, some snot came out of my nose, but then my throat relaxed and I got it all. “OH HELL YEAH I NEEDED THAT,” the thug sighed and instantly his dick began to swell in my mouth. I almost purred as I felt it get thicker and longer and soon was slicking it up nice and good with my spit. “YOU WANT SOME MORE NUTT BITCH? WHERE YOU WANT IT? IN THAT ASS – BEND THE FUCK OVER!” the thug growled. I quickly glanced around his legs at the open door and saw the shadow of someone walking by but didn’t care. I stood up, dropped my shorts, and bent over the little table, pushing Brett’s TV and the other stuff to the back and side, causing most of it to fall on the bench seat and then the floor. The thug had dropped his pants, shuffled behind me, pushed my hips down lower just a bit and then worked his dick into my hole. My hole was dry yet still pretty open and with a few grunts, some power thrusts and me swearing, “FUCK THAT HURTS!” he got inside me and started to stroke my ass. “GOT ME SOME PAWG PUSSY RIDING MY MEAT, MILKING THOSE HOMIE BABIES OUT, PUSH THAT SHIT BACK, OPEN IT UP, I WANT TO SEE THAT CREAM, SHOW ME MY THUG NUTT, THAT’S IT – I CAN FEEL THAT PUSSY PUSHING BACK ON ME – FUCKING CUNT TAKE THIS DICK, TAKE THIS DICK, TAKE THIS MOTHA FUCKING DICK!” The edge of the table cut into my hips as he slammed me as hard as he could and unloaded another load into my ass. As soon as he backed out of my bruised hole I whirled around, dropped back to my knees and licked him clean. I would have started sucking him again but he kept backing away and I was afraid he would fall out the door. The thug reached down, pulled up his pants, shook his head a few times and I took a finger to wipe off the drops of sweat that hit my face and eagerly licked it, tasting his saltiness. I stood up, he looked at me, smiled, reached around and squeezed my ass, bent down and grabbed his bag and said, “Thanks little sissy. I’ll see you tonight and this shit’s between us aiight?” I nodded, and as he stepped out I was surprised to see Brett standing there, looking in the doorway, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape, and one hand absently stroking his hard dick that was tenting his shorts. Brett watched the thug walk away who had not even glanced at him and had dismissed him like a roach. Brett turned, climbed into the RV and frantically pulled his shorts off, pushed me back against the table, flipped me up as I banged my head, got my legs over his arms and rammed his dick into my freshly fucked hole. My ass was right at dick level so it slid right in and Brett made a low, guttural sound, threw his head back and fucked me as hard and rough as he could. I held onto the sides of the table and smiled up at him enjoying the power that I realized I had over him – who said tops where in charge? Brett was piston fucking my hole, sweating like a demon, and growling like a wild boar. As his body tensed getting close to his climax the door to the RV opened, a dark shadow rose up behind Brett like a thunder cloud, and Brett yelped a little but did not miss a fuck beat as Pa drove his dick inside Brett’s ass and looked over his shoulder at me with an evil smirk on his face that told me I was next and I would pay. Brett barely lasted a couple more strokes before he cried out, “I’M CUMMING…I’M CUMMING...I’M CUMMING…” Brett was twitching and grimacing and still in mid-orgasm when Pa ripped his dick out of Brett’s ass, roughly pushed him to the side, making my body twist and both of us yell as Brett vacated my hole. Quicker than I thought possible, Pa lifted my legs, pulled me towards the end of the table, lifted my hips up and back then let my hole drop down onto his dick, which was slimed with Brett’s ass. Pa curled my body up like a caterpillar in a cocoon as he plunged his dick in as deep as it would go. He pinned my legs back as far as he could and I thought for sure my hips would break. Pa’s eyes were blood shot, his breath reeked of liquor, pot, and cigarettes, and his body dripped sweat like a horse that had just run the Derby. The evil smirk had not left his face and he bared his teeth with a little growl before shifting a little to beginning chewing my left nipple. I cried out as it hurt like shit, but Pa didn’t care and chewed harder and made a large circle of raw teeth marks around my nipple, each glistening in red droplets. He then shifted to the right nipple and I cried louder and this just made Pa fuck harder. Pa’s lips were smeared with red once he finished marking me, then leaned so close to my face all I could see was the dilated pupils of his eyes as he said, “YOU’RE MY SISSY – MINE! NOT THOSE N…. NOT THEIRS – NO NOT THEIRS…MINE YOU HEAR ME.” Pa continued to mumble that as a chant as he roughly fucked my ass and as his pace picked up he shifted his weight again and clamped his mouth down tight on my neck, encircling my jugular like a newborn vampire thirsting for his first drink. I grabbed the sides of Pa’s head and tried to tear out his hair, but he just bit me harder, making my arms go limp and I could only whimper as he chewed on my neck and I thought for sure he was killing me until he finally relaxed his jaw grip, leaned back and bellowed as he bred me deep, marking me on the insides as well. After a few moments, I could feel Pa’s dick begin to soften but he did not pull out. He turned to Brett, nodded, Brett went in the back and came out with a syringe and a vial of liquid that was darker and more sinister looking that what Pa has used on me before. “Do it now!” Pa ordered as he held me in place. Brett nervously filled the syringe, grabbed my right arm, and as I began to struggle Pa latched onto my shoulder with his teeth like an alpha wolf immediately making me go limp. The small prick of the needle was nothing but as I slid into darkness, Pa lifted off me and said once more, “YOU’RE MY SISSY,” before he left the RV. I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came awake with a start there was Master looming over me, his black face scrunched in concern? Worry? He slapped my left cheek again, smiled “Ahh there you are! Fuckin-A bitch! What the fuck? Did they shoot you up with that shit again? And what the fuck are all these marks?” I could only mumble, my throat dry and raspy so he handed me a beer, waited while I sipped it, then started to snarl as I told him what Pa had done. He shook his head, draped a sheet over my naked body, lifted me up in his arms, and as I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders and laid my head against his strong body, I felt safe, and horny! Master laughed as his thug dick twitched in response and without a glance to anyone around he calmly carried me out to the car parked at the end of RV. The gangbanger in back scooted over, Master laid me in the seat between them with my head in his lap, and I opened my mouth as he shoved two thick fingers into it, shoving a couple pills into my mouth then poured some water after them while stroking my throat. “There you go pussy. That shit will knock you out. You need to crash. You been up far too long and I need to figure out what to do about those red neck fuckers. In the meantime, rest – well you won’t really rest as I plan to fuck you and so will the boys while you’re out, but trust me – you WILL enjoy the shit.” As I swallowed and tried to speak, my world started to go dark, and I was not even able to mouth my last words, which rang in my head like the bells of Notre Dame, “PLEASE FUCK ME!” STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 17: The Great Escape and a New World Order (*Alternate Ending) **My Name is Mikey contains 17 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Some ten years ago I met Jon through a m4m sex website. At that time he was in his mid 40's, rather short (at about 5'5"), perhaps 160 pounds, handsome, masculine, lean, muscular and, over much of his body, quite hairy. Even though he is now in his mid 50's, he is still an avid runner, swimmer, hiker and mountain bicyclist. Naturally his level of physical activity keeps him in terrific physical condition, so he still has a rock hard body. He's been totally straight his entire life, but his sexless marriage was taking a toll on him. His wife had never really enjoyed sex, and had finally cut him off, which, of course, drove him insane as he had always had a very high sex drive, and needed sex if not every day, at least three or four times a week. What he loved best was to be sucked off. Shortly before I met Jon, he had discovered how easy it was to find gay guys online to suck him off. It was quick and easy, with no strings attached. He was finding out that to find women to blow him on a regular basis was very difficult. Though he still considered himself to be totally straight, he, like many straight men, had turned to other men to get off. So the long and short of it was that Jon became a 'regular suck buddy' of mine. He's an emergency room nurse at a hospital not far from my home, and for several years has routinely called me at least once a week, sometimes more, asking if he could come over for a bj on his way home from work. Naturally, if I was available, I was more than happy to oblige, especially since I've always taken a perverse pleasure in servicing straight men, even more so when the men are has hot as Jon. Our routine has always been pretty consistent. Jon comes over when he gets off his shift. He takes off his clothing, climbs onto my bed, I climb between his legs and suck until he fills my mouth with his load. I always have some straight porn on the TV for him to watch. He normally had his face glued to the TV, only occasionally looking down to watch me sucking him. He'd never touch me back. And as soon as he'd cum, he'd be up and dressed and out my door in under a minute. But, over the 10 years I've been servicing him, I've seen him loosen up and explore more man on man activities. It's been a long, slow process. But Jon's uncut cock is so beautiful, he always feeds me a huge, sweet load and he's so much fun to make cum, that I've enjoyed being patient and letting him loosen up at his own slow speed. I've asked Jon on many occasions if he'd fuck me, but, he usually declined, saying he just wanted a quick and easy blow job, so he could head home to the wife. But, on rare occasions he has fucked me, and seemed to have enjoyed tapping my ass, but, all-in-all he seems to really prefer just to get blown. Sadly, on the few occasions he has fucked me, he has insisted on using a condom. About the second year that I was sucking off Jon on a regular basis, he informed me that his youngest child had just gotten married, and that he had decided to leave his wife. As I said, his marriage had been sexless for many years. And he wanted the freedom to find a woman who shared his high sex drive. Although over the next couple of years he had several girl friends, apparently none of them measured-up to his sex drive, because he still kept coming to me to drain his balls. In addition he routinely complained how demanding and emotionally draining the women could be - which was music to my ears since it meant I would still get to blow him, his girlfriends notwithstanding. Eventually he commented he decided he just didn't want to complicate his life with anymore bitches as they were almost always more trouble than they were worth for what little fucking they were giving him. As I said, as the years have gone by, Jon has loosened up a great deal. He was fucking me more often. But, most of the time he still just wanted a blow job. And unfortunately, always using a condom, when he did fuck me. One night I got a text from Jon in which he explained he was working late, and asking if he could come over to my place at 11:00 PM for a blow job. He also mentioned he had a straight buddy, who like Jon, was also in a sexless marriage, and when Jon described the blow jobs I provided, his buddy said he was curious to try it out. With this introduction Jon asked if it would be okay if his buddy accompanied Jon? I replied by text saying I was cool with the suggestion, asking only that Jon call me when he gets off shift. Sure enough, at 11:00 PM Jon telephoned, saying he and his buddy were on the way over. I put some straight porn in the DVD, dimmed the lights in the bedroom, and placed my poppers on the night stand. I also put some lube and condoms on the night stand - just in case. But, like I said, most of the time, Jon just wanted oral. Soon Jon and his buddy Bill were at my door, and when they stepped inside and the door was closed, I had the chance to give Bill a 'once-over'. He was close to 50 years old, nice looking, but with a little belly on him. We shook hands, and as I sensed Bill was quite uncomfortable, I tried to break the ice saying "I'm glad you're joining us." He replied "I'm probably just going to watch. I'm not sure I'll be able to even get hard," adding "I'm not gay or bi. Just curious, I guess." "No problem", I responded, "Just do whatever you're comfortable with. I don't want to push you." I offered both a drink, hoping that would help Bill to relax a bit. Jon likes scotch on the rocks, so I poured one for him, and as Bill said he'd have the same, I made a double for each of us, suggesting "Let's step into the bedroom." Jon led the way into my bedroom. I have a large master suite that has a small sitting area where there is a small sofa and a matching, if oversized ottoman. The straight porn was already playing, so I gestured to the sofa and I took a seat on the ottoman - so I was directly in front of them. While we sipped our drinks we chatted casually, mostly about football, since I knew that football was one of Jon's obsessions. During the conversation I could see Bill was fixated on the porn on the TV, which struck me as a step in the right direction. Finally, when Jon had finished his drink placed the glass down, stood up and unzipped his pants. I leaned forward, and helped him to pull his cock from inside his boxers. He was partially hard, and I immediately took his cock into my mouth, although I did my best to observe Bill, who sure enough, was watching acutely as I sucked Jon's cock. Soon Jon was fully hard and removing his shirt, kicking off his shoes as I pulled his pants down to the floor. He stepped out of his pants as I continued to suck. Jon was now fully naked and I was on my knees sucking his cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bill occasionally rubbing his cock through his pants. His eyes kept going back and forth between the TV porn and watching me suck his buddy. "Bill, you need to see how good Dave sucks dick. Give him your cock. He'll suck you." "No," Bill replied, "I'm just enjoying watching." While I was slightly disappointed Bill wasn't ready for me to suck him, I thought 'all in good time'. After all, Bill was a good looking guy, and was definitely worth waiting for. Besides, while I really was looking forward to going down on him, both Jon and I knew better than to pressure Bill. I had been on my knees, sucking Jon's cock and licking his balls for about ten minutes when when I noticed Bill had unzipped his pants, had taken his hard cock into his hands, and was slowly stroking his cock as he watched me service Jon, who, upon noticing as much, asked, "Bill, seriously, are you sure you don't want to try Dave's mouth?" "Okay," I heard him reply, even if somewhat hesitantly. I raised up off of Jon's cock and turned towards Bill, scooted over the foot or so to Bill and leaned down to take his cock in my mouth. Bill had about seven inches of cut cock. He was rock hard and I could taste the drops of pre-cum that were already on the tip of his cock. I sucked him for just a minute, when he pushed me away and said, "Stop! I don't want to cum yet". He was obviously turned on and was close to cumming. I came up off his dick and thought I'd give him a break to calm down a bit. I stood and removed my clothes and told Bill to take off his clothes. I grabbed my bottle of poppers from the night stand and took a deep hit. Then I went to the ottoman that had been pushed away from the sofa and knelt on it. The ottoman is extra large, so I could quite comfortably kneel lengthwise. Once in position, Jon stepped to my face and I resumed sucking him again. Bill remained on the sofa a scant couple of feet from us, gently stroking his dick. "Come on, Bill. Try this mouth again," Jon suggested, withdrawing from my mouth. Bill stood, took Jon's position, and presented himself. Naturally I went all the way down on him. Then I felt Jon's fingers tentatively exploring my ass. As I've already remarked, he has rarely wanted to fuck me, but if this was to be one such occasion I was certainly game. Jon retrieved the lube I had placed on the nightstand, massaged some cold lube into my ass and pushed his finger into my hole. Then I felt another squirt of lube and his second finger slipped into me. I groaned in pleasure as I continued to suck Bill. Finally I felt Jon press his hard cock head against my hole. I knew he hadn't put a condom on which was even better than I had ever hoped to enjoy as I really had been hoping to take him raw. Sure enough, in one quick thrust, Jon had pushed his bare cock deep into my hole. It hurt quite a bit, so I came off of Bill's cock long enough to sniff some more poppers, and my ass relaxed sufficiently to accept Jon's cock. And with that Jon began to fuck me. After a couple of minutes, I heard Bill softly say, almost under his breath, "Holy shit," just as not only did Bill let out a low groan, his cock swelling even harder, as he thrust harder and deeper, muttering "Oh, FUCK ...!" as his throbbing cock filled my gut with its ball juices. Jack pot. My ass milked Jon's cock for every drop I could get as my mouth did the same for Bill. Each man's body shook in orgasm as he shot load after load into me. Finally Jon pulled out of me and collapsed onto the sofa. I could see cum still dripping from his cockhead. I climbed off the ottoman and back on my knees, on the floor, in front of him. I both wanted to taste every last drop of his load, and also didn't want a cum stain on the fabric of my sofa. When I finished cleaning off Jon's cock with my mouth. I got up and looked at Bill. Bill was already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed watching us. "Are you okay, Bill?" I asked. He gave a unsettled laugh and replied "Yeah. I'm good. That was weird. But also kind of hot." All three of us burst into gales of laughter. "Well, you know where I live. Jon has my cell number. Let me know if you ever want to come over. With or without Jon." "Thanks," Bill answered, adding "I'm not sure I'll do this again. But, thanks. It was definitely interesting." Jon and I of course have continued to hook up. I occasionally ask about Bill. and Jon has explained he has given Bill my cell number, but he didn't have any sense of whether or not Bill will ever call. A few months went by when one evening I finally received a phone call from Bill who asked "Do you remember me? I'm Jon's buddy from the hospital." "Yes, of course I remember you. What's up?" I asked. "Well, if you're available, I'd like to come over." I sucked off Bill that evening. I even rimmed his ass. He said that was the first time he'd ever had his ass licked, and loved it. Bill has become at least a 'semi-regular' suck bud of mine. Bill's also on that slow road from totally straight to exploring more and more man to man sexual possibilities. I think I'm going to get him to fuck me soon. But, I'm being patient. He's loosening up nicely. He'll get there. I'll have him in my ass in no time.

See, this is just me, but I find this kind of an attitude to be a real turn-off. Top, bottom or both, I really love my men to be MEN. Not women (bitches, cunts, pussies), not boys (or bois). I'm also not a fan of demeaning guys by calling them a faggot or whatever. After all, I'm a faggot too, so why are you going to make me play into some self-hating role playing? Even if you don't respect yourself (and that's a big turn off in and of itself), I still do respect myself, and it's disrespectful towards MY sexuality to imply that any of the sex acts we enjoy make us less than "real" men. Personally, nothing turns me on more than a big hairy muscled up deep voiced manly man who fucking loves my cock (or my ass or both). And I would never in a million years fail to acknowledge and respect his masculinity. I find as I get older, I get bothered more and more by men who don't seem to love and respect themselves the way they should. It's internalized homophobia and it's not cool.

Hey, guys, I have three or four stories that aren't over yet, Just hitting a very bad case of 'writers block' right now and not sure what to do with my stories yet. Have my ideas I want to do with them but just have not been able to put them into words for a bit. I am sure it will come back and probably with a vengeance. LOL

Thank you.

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

wont show in 3 days at least a week..... hiv could take up to a few months....

I think you'd be better off waiting at least a week before getting tested.

Very hot little story, sounds like you had your dessert before you dinner, have always enjoyed that..........lol

Please tell me that any bottom who would want to be tag team also wants ATM. Please. Otherwise what's the point???

I love getting my holes tag-teamed!

My STD doctor describes PReP as the gay mans equivalent of the female pill. If you are or want to have raw sex with a ts you should be on it. A fuck that claims to be "clean" after a test and then bb's may or maybe not infected with hiv.

It seemed strange to me how a few words changed how I felt about the cock that was in my ass using me for his pleasure. I was already enjoying his sexual prowess, his relentless thrusting and strangely different manner of rhythm, but once I knew he was black, it was something different and I didn't know why. I just wanted that cum that much more. At some odd point, while my present top was stroking my ass, I started noticing that the noise level had begun changing. I was used to hearing various grunts, physical sounds of sex and occasional comments during these breeding parties. However, I was suddenly hearing something different. I suddenly knew why us bottoms were gagged this time. Our host hadn't warned us before we were committed and able to refuse to participate. For some inexplicable reason I was buying into the fantasy. I found myself starting to compare his sexual technique to how I had been being fucked before and didn't feel anything noticeably different. He seemed horny enough to fuck me and was using my slut ass as I was wanting to be used and was waiting for his cum to be pumped into it. I did notice a change in the noise level at the host's announcement. I made out that two of the bottoms were far more vocal or trying to be through the gags. Due to a couple of the breeding parties, I was somewhat familiar to how a bottom sounds during a breeding session while gagged, but this was completely different. The muffled moans and sounds suggested to me that they were suddenly not happy at the revelation. Where I had previously heard moans and sounds I associated with consensual and enjoyed sex, it suddenly sounded different. Strangely, the idea of my being fucked by a black man didn't change my enjoyment and perhaps, enhanced it. It sort of charged the moment for me to hear one or more of the other bottoms struggling as though they had a problem with being a cum dump for black men. If anything, with the third guy, the only difference I might have noticed was his taking longer to breed me. And breed me he did. At his point, he grabbed my hips, held them hard and thrust his cock almost viciously into me while grunting. I had no question once his pelvis met my ass that I had been bred. He had delivered his cum and I was happy to have it. I suppose it might have been my buying into the stereotype of black studs, but it seemed that, for the rest of the evening, I was not only enjoying the sex but, also, thinking that I was noticing them taking longer to cum than I was used to. I know for a fact that I took at least six loads, perhaps more since I had noticed a couple of the tops clinching my ass then slowly resuming their stroking and fucking. The excitement came later in the bottom room. Once the tops were gone, we were left secured and alone for a bit. I made out the sound of a door opening and very quiet footsteps. "I would say I'm sorry to have kept the secret of the top's race secret," he started, "But I'm not. Since you bottoms have been submitting to anonymous breeding, none of you have seen or known anything about who was fucking you. Tonight I was fascinated to see the results of your reactions to a few words from me." I suddenly wondered if I had fallen for it too. "I told you that they were all black. Your reactions were interesting to me. Don't ask, I'm not going to tell any of you." He actually admitted to me later that it was indeed an all black breeding party. Then he mentioned that he had been including black tops since none of us could see who was breeding us anyway. I smiled and felt quite happy about it. My only concern was my buying into the stereotype of a black top.

Doxyclycline has long been used as a preexposure prophylaxis. Its used as a an antimalarial, and as a maintenance antibiotic for treatment of acne, so daily long term usage is nothing new for this drug. I myself was on it as a teenager for two years to treat acne. Also I disgree with the resistance argument. Resistance comes with incomplete treatment, not steady usage. The main danger here is the same as PrEP. People forgetting to take it like they should. That will lead to resistance. Do I think this is something that should be implimented on a large scale? no. PrEP for HIV is much different because its not curable. With that said I could see it being useful for a few weeks at a time when people may be exposed to lots of different pathogens.

i am uncut and love my sensitivity and the fact that my cock is like a leaky faucet when im turned on and drools precum... it definitely feels different having one or the other fucking my bare hole. the uncut tops seem to make more precum and i can actually feel them precumming in me as they are fucking me providing a little extra lube. uncut guys are a little more vocal about how good my usually tight fitting hole is because of their sensitivity, but cut guys also give my hole a lot of praise too... haha. i have no preference when it comes to being cut or uncut, my only preference is that it be thick, hard, bare, and inside me with me on all 4's or ass up, knees nice and wide apart, back arched, and face resting on the matress.

Another spin on PrEP, at least in my mind, is that now I get to have no limits sex with guys that are poz, regardless of their VL. The guys most likely to be more adventurous. I absolutely love poz talk during sex. Not going to get that with many neg guys. Vanilla, just doesn't come close to doing it for me, unless I have a real intellectual connection with a person, which for me isn't likely. I have my own business. A one man show, so I can't afford to be sick. If it wasn't for PrEP, I just wouldn't be having sex. HIV has robbed me of most of my penetrative sex life. I have never had sex with condoms, as a top, and only a few times as a bottom. I just hate it.

Yup, I've been on PrEP for the past 11 months and am horny as fuck! A hot Top can raw fuck me deep and hard for hours and I'm still horny. PrEP has certainly loosened my inhibitions. A perpetual cat in heat!!

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

Darkrooms. Then I don't know if they're ugly, and can imagine the guys are all hot. Plus I don't know who I fuck or get fucked by.

I waited at the end of the street to be picked up by Hugo.. I thought about it when the text came.. And continued thinking about it the whole day. My body was crying out for me to go back to him. The cocks? The cum? The drugs? I don't know. I just knew i HAD to give into my cravings and do it. The car pulled up and i jumped in. Without saying a word, Hugo sped us off into the darkness. I was too afraid to speak. What would i say? I was immediately regretting this. I shouldn't have came. Too late now. We drove to a house in the mountains and Hugo told me to get out. I contemplated making a dash for it but in a strange country, at night, high into a mountainess forrest i knew i couldn't. Inside the first room had sofas in the middle & not much else. Hugo told me to sit & wait and he would get us a drink. He came back with a drink already poured. I didn't ask what it was, he still didn't seem in a talky mood. I drank it nervously looking around. When i had finished Hugo stood up in front of me. He pulled me up off the sofa with one hard yank of my arm and ushered me into another room. My eyes tried to see through the darkness. There was a bed in the middle of the floor and from what i could tell not much else. He pushed me onto the bed and started ripping at my clothes. I was instantly turned on. He tied my arms above my head and my legs stretched out to each corner of the bed. Naked & spreadeagled in the dark room i was there for him to do whatever he wanted. The lights flicked on & my eyes blinked in the brightness. The room was covered in mirrors. Even the ceiling. I looked at myself spread out and hard on the bed. Then i saw a table beside me. It was covered in an array of dildos and buttplugs of all shapes and sizes. There was metal contraptions and things id never seen before. I watched Hugo as he came back into the room. His back turned to me, i could see him in the mirrors. He was fiddling with syringes. My eyes scanned over his tattooed body. Mostly black outlines i could not fully make out but on his back there was a large biohazzard sign in red. My cock twitched looking at it. I knew it was wrong but i loved it. He came over and the familiar feeling of my arm being tied tightly came. I watched as he plunged a needle into me. Cloudy then red then into my arm the liquid went. My cock was rock hard now. I lay for a while watching Hugo eye up the instruments on the table. He reached for something metal and came towards me. He pushed into my mouth and fiddled around. My mouth was now stretched open. Wide. As wide as my mouth would allow. It was painful and i had to get my breathing back to normal as my mouth wasnt much use anymore. Hugo stipped off his boxers and got on top of me; his pierced cock right in front of my face. He wasn't hard but already his cock was fatter and longer than mine was when fully erect. The thick silver metal ring pierced through the end of it clinked against the metal surrounding my mouth as he set the head of his cock on my tongue. My instinct to suck it was kicking in but the metal made sure that wasn't possible. By now i was getting really fucking horny. I knew the needles contents had kicked in. Rushing around the blood in my body. "Thirsty?" laughed Hugo. He started pissing into my open mouth. I could feel it splashing heavily on the back of my throat, filling my mouth up fast. I choked, struggling to breathe. The salty taste making me gag. I had to swallow it to try and breathe properly as Hugo continued hosing warm, salty piss down my throat. I felt it gurgling down the back of my throat. A never ending stream. Finally i could feel him easing off. He laughed again and got off the bed, releasing my mouth from the metal. The hardness of my cock was long gone now and as horned as i was i was remaining small & soft as Hugo started lubing up my hole.

A few times i felt as though i was being wakened from a deep sleep by a cock thrusting into me. I couldn't have been sleeping though. Surely not with all this going on. Time went on. Minutes? Hours? Days? I didn't know. Everything seemed lighter though. Morning? Or were my eyes becoming accustomed to the dark? Slowly i was regaining my own mind. Realising were i was, what was happening. Before this i was a virgin afraid to let a guy cum in my mouth now here i was letting random strangers fuck load after load into my hole. I guess the guy over me sensed this. Maybe from my tensed up body or the look of shock & fear in my eyes. Before i could even open my mouth to protest he clasped his hand over it & leant down to beside my head. "Don't to worry boy. You a good boy. You love it. And we only starting. Anyway no one can hear you here". He laughed as i tried to struggle and shout. As he stood up he gestured for the other guys to hold me down. I was surrounded by guys holding me tightly. The more i cried & shouted & pleaded the more they laughed & cheered. The first guy came back and tied my arm. Tighter & tighter until it felt as though it would cut my arm off. Then i caught glimpse of a syringe. Filled with a cloudly liquid. I tried struggling. I tried screaming but the needle was plunged in. A cheer from the guys and they all let go. The tie was released and i lay there free. A strange feeling washed over me. Sonething ive never felt before. A warmth. A feeling of being in another world. Then i coughed. Coughed. & coughed. After i stopped protesting. I stopped struggling and inside it was like a switch had been flicked back to whore mode. I wanted cock in me again. All the cocks. Again. Now.