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CHAPTER 12: Cod: I knew Adam would be here fast, when he’s horny he never wastes time; he’s been more reliable than my Dad lately, as far as, loading up my ass goes. I was naked, lubed and incredibly horny for that big piece of meat between his legs. Poz or not -- I wanted an ass full of Adam’s cum. It was after 8, my Dad wasn’t here, and I was feeling very pervy and playful, I decided to leave Adam a note. I stuck it on the front door reading, “Strip – lube up – then come find me”. I heard a car pull, and did a quick look, Dad pulls in the garage, I knew it must be Adam. It was too dark for me to see him but I could tell someone was getting out of the car and walking to the door. I decide I’d better be ready, and put on the blind fold, and get in position (face down, ass up). I wait. Nothing. I can hear the alarm jingle when the front door opens; so far nothing. Then I hear the car door, the engine start up and the car pulls off. “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?!?”, I’m thinking. I go down stairs, the car is definitely gone. I started to wonder, “Maybe that wasn’t Adam?”.. holy crap, who could it have been, I wasn’t expecting anyone, not sure about Dad. This wasn’t like Adam, I sent him a text, “Were you just here? Coming?”. I waited around a few minutes – nothing. I’m pissed now, my ass needs attention bad, no Dad, no Sam, no FUCKING Adam, “FUCK!”. I decide to get on BBRT again and see who’s on, who checked me out and find some bare cock. A lot of guys check me out on this site, most of them, aren’t online though. I start typing out a Quick Connect ad, and the phone buzzes, “Yeh was me, had to get something, back in 10 minutes.. be ready”. I thought, “What in actual fuck did he need to go get? Seriously?” I couldn’t figure it out. I finish the Quick Connect ad, “Tight bottom looking for now for loads in well used ass”, posted it, and headed upstairs to wait for Adam. Mark (Cod’s Dad): Lying on the bed, waiting and looking very horny, is the hottest ass I’ve seen since my boy Cod -- my “Surprise” it seems. Sam never disappoints. His ass is round and looks tight, just how I like them, Cod might even get jealous if he sees how I’m practically drooling right now. Sam never lets up on the premise or purpose, he’s glaring at me, lightly touching my balls, my cock -- rock hard. We’re standing far enough from the bed, and speaking lightly enough, that I’m fairly certain the boy can’t hear us. Sam raises his eyebrows as if to say, “We’re gonna do this right?”, I smile and nod an affirmation. At that moment we both know this boy is going to get loaded, and I know, he’s getting at least one load of poz cum. I look at Sam, and then again at the ass on the bed. I start imagining all the times I’ve bred Cod’s tight ass and how great it feels; I miss him. Lusting over this boy though, Its not simple to explain the complex emotions I’m feeling, Sam is probably right, the entire last week I’ve had fuck flu or what I’ve heard referred to as ‘primary infection’, I sero-converted. I’m HIV+ now and I let Sam do this to me -- willingly. Sam can see my head swimming, “Hey… hey… don’t get too deep in thought on all this,” he smiles looking down at my hard cock, “Need you thinking with that head”. That is exactly what I need to hear, I nod, “I’m good Sam, we’re gonna fuck and breed him poz”. Even if I wasn’t poz yet I believed Sam. Sam just glared at me with one of his devious smiles. I hear the back door open and close, “Expecting someone?”, “Ummm… Yeah… be right back, get acquainted with our boy.” I walk over to the bed, this boy is lean and cute with his face down, and his ass up – ready and vulnerable. I think, “He wants to be knocked up! He deserves whatever he gets for letting this happen.” I’m in heaven, “This is a hell of a surprise Sam”, I mumble. Looking down at his ass my cock is so hard – “Gotta a big poz load built up for you boy”, he twitches a bit as I say it. Sliding my cock along the crack of his ass, he moans, I think, “Holy fuck… he’s already been fucked.” “Ahhh… ahhh… “, I hear a few more moans from him, “yeah… fuck me… please.. please breed me.”, so hot, he’s begging for it. “Not yet boy”, its thing I can think to say. I keep teasing his hole, sliding my cock in the cum thats leaking out. “…haven’t cum in 2 weeks boy… you’re getting it”, he keeps moaning, he wants it, “This boy is going to get an ass full of fucking poz cum from us”, is all I can think. I keep teasing his ass and it occurs to me, I hope he really does want to be HIV+, and I really hope he tests positive after we get done with him. “You want this boy?”, teasing him, “I’m poz. You sure you want this man’s hiv-positive cum?”, “Yeah.. ahhhhh… ahhhh… Yes, Sir.. breed me”, he begs, he’s moaning and ready, lightly pushing his ass back against my cock. I did my part I asked him what he wanted, if he’s HIV+ after we fuck, then, I reasoned, well he knew what he was getting. Sam returns with another guy and motions me over. “Don’t move boy” is all I say before leaving that beautiful hole. The boy raises his head up and turns toward me, “Yes sir”, he’s really cute, even blindfolded. I get a good look at him, and then it hits me, “Holy fuckkk… “, I mumble, its that cutie Jake from the testing center. “No wonder he’s testing so often”, I think, this puts a smile on my face. Sam looks at me, speaking very softly, “Mark… this is Sergei”. Sergei looks Russian, he’s about 35 or so and very good looking. Sergei and I check each other out, his cock looks huge, its uncut, and in an accent that is distinctly Russian sounding to me, “You are poz now?” I lean in to him a bit, “Actually .. I tested neg kinda recently, but been really sick this last week.. he thinks its fuck flu.”, I raise my eyebrows as if to say, “You?”. “Poz”, he grunts, “You’re welcome”, Sam chimes in grinning. I look at Sam’s cock and Sergei’s cock, both of them are leaking precum. I look at my cock and its leaking like a faucet, I’m thinking, “Here stand two HIV+ men because of Sam’s cock”; I wonder how many guys got the bug from him? I decide to play coy and keep the fact that I know Jake to myself, “You sure he’s neg?”, “Recently tested”, “No joke”, I thought. “We’ve done this few time, …find a guy who’s chasing, really try and give it to him; there’s five of us, six with you here, at these little parties when things line up.”, “That how you converted?”, I ask Sergei, Sam shakes his head putting his arm around Sergei, “No. He and I had lots and lots of hot private time – kinda like me and you”, smiling. Sam gets a bit of that evil look I’m used to, “Sergei isn’t taking his meds right now .. either.”, “Fuck!”, escapes my lips. “How many times?”, “Four guys so far, all bred, all tested HIV+… because of these little get togethers”. I can hear Sergei under his breathe, “Ohhh yeah…”, and I look down at his big poz prick again, I’m starting to envy Jake a bit. Jake is really cute, its hard to believe that he’s 19 and letting poz men try to knock him up. I knew I wanted to have sex with Jake when we met at the testing center and here he is, naked, horny, and the three of us are going to pump massive amounts of poz spunk deep inside that hot little bare ass. “How many loads in him?”, “Three so far. Little while before you got here.”, “Fuck yeah”, -- I feel Sam’s devious grin snaking its way across my face. We move towards the bed, and Sam reaches into the nightstand, he pulls out a toothbrush and holds it up, showing us, while putting a finger over his lips to indicate silence. “Ready for more boy?”, “Uhhhh huh…”, “What?”, and Sam rubs his cock against the boy’s wet hole again to tease him, “Yesss.. Sir”. “Got some friends to join us boy.. we got something special just for you”, Sam says, removing his cock and lightly rubbing the toothbrush against Jake’s hole. “Ohhhh… ohhhh… “, I see him squirm a little, I guess that feels different than the head of someone’s dick. Sam teases Jake’s ass lips with the brush, looks over at me and Sergei, then at our cocks. I look down and it’s obvious we’re all seriously wet and our precum is going everywhere. Sam grabs my cock and gently wipes as much of my precum onto the bristles as he can, then he repeats the process with Sergei’s and then his own cock. He mouths to us, “Watch this” as the business end of the brush slowly disappears into Jake’s bare ass. “Ohhhh… ohhhh… what the… “, “Relax boy… you’ll be ok. Relax”, Sam tells him; he pushes it in several more inches. Sam looks up at me with that smile, motions us to move closer, “Hold his ass open”, Sam moves out of the way and Sergei steps close enough to Jake using both hands to help keep his ass open. I look at Sam quizzically, he puts my hand on the brush and makes slow back and forth motions. I move the toothbrush back and forth, but apparently I’m not doing aggressive enough for Sam. Sam takes the brush from me, “like this”, he says, and he starts making a more aggressive in and out with a more agitated brushing motion, “uhhhhhh.. uhhhhh…”, I can hear Jake, he obviously feels that. I nod and take brushing duties back over. After a minute or two, “Swap places”, Sam tells us and Sergei and I do just that. I’m holding Jake’s hole open while Sergei takes over brushing duties. Sergei apparently knows how to do this, Jake is really groaning, Sergei is definitely being rougher with Jake. For the life of me, I can’t it figure out, “Why aren’t we already fucking Jake?”, I think. Sergei moves and Sam takes over the brush, makes a few rough brushing motions, and then slowly removes it from Jake’s ass. The bristles are dark red and the brush is wet with what must be quite a bit of his blood. I quickly realize Sam means business when it comes to Jake testing positive for HIV. “Foreplays over boy… time to seed that ass of yours, …you ready?”, a simple “Yeah… I mean, Yes… sir”, is all he says. “On your back boy”, Sam barks, I see Jake move and immediately turn over. “Good boy. Listen.. “, speaking to us more seriously, “When we do one of these, and they’re blindfolded and ready like this, we don’t use first names. Just tap or grab whoever’s attention you want and leave the names out of it. Got it?”, I nod, I’m fairly sure he is only saying that for my benefit. “Good.”, Sam taps Sergei, winks, and says, “Go use his mouth to get your cock wet.”, in a very thick accent, “Eeets alreadee wet”, we laugh. Sam taps my shoulder, “Wanna go first? I think both of you’ve earned it.”, I nod, “Sure”. Just like I’ve done with Cod, I push on Jake’s legs and he reaches down and pulls them up to expose his hole for me; I don’t need to be told how to breed ass. I put the head of my cock against his hole and tease him a little before pushing the head in. I look at Jake’s body, Sergei is rubbing his nut sac on the boy’s tongue. I push further inside him. I get about half way in and hear a, “ahhhh… ahhhh… “, from him, but I keep going until I bottom out. “Fuck yeah”, I hear Sam, but I’m lost to anything else that’s going on. All I want to do right now is dump a huge load of my, hopefully poz, cum in this ass; I really want Sam to be right. I start working back and forth on Jake’s ass, in a steady rhythmic motion, I can hear Jake gagging on Sergei’s huge cock; I can’t wait to watch that cock breed him. “Fuck yeah.. boy… fuck yeah.. so tight”, I’m not even sure what I’m saying, I’m just in the moment. I don’t even see Sam with the camera as he records me breeding Jake’s ass; I’m in heaven. This goes on for several minutes, “Swap places guys”, I look at Sergei and we both pull out. I can see what looks like pink cum on my cock. I decide to try something different and kneel over Jake’s chest, if only he could see the cock he’s about to suck on. I’m holding his head, rubbing his hair, “Close your mouth boy”, and Jake closes his mouth. I wipe the tip of my cock on his lips, then what I thought might happen does, Sergei plants his huge cock balls deep into that tight ass. “AHhhhhhHHHHHH…. AAHHHHHH…. “, Jake groans, taking deep breathes, I use that moment, and my hand, to shove his open head towards my cock. “That’s it boy… Take it”, I say, sounding a bit like Sam. “Fuck it… you guys are making me crazy”, says Sam, I guess he put the camera down. He’s at this end wiping his cock snot in Jake’s hair, and with a look, we start making out. Breaking it off, “Fuck! I need some of that.. my turn”, and Sergei swaps places with Sam. I look at Sergei and take that moment to make out with him too, I know I want to hook up with him again sometime. Jake is gagging on my cock, I pull out and lower his head a bit, my cock is clean. Sergei and I start smacking his face with our cocks, and the way his tongue is hanging out of his mouth trying to lick whatever he can; I know he likes it. Sam fucks Jake hard for a while then taps me on the shoulder, “Your turn again.. give it to him”, I nod and we all swap places. This time I’m not so gentle and go in hard -- balls deep. I’m thinking, “Jake’s ass is really loosened up”, likely from all that cum, blood and that monster dick on Sergei. I work him in a good rhythm when I notice Sam’s got the camera again, I decided to play it up, “You want this boy? Uhhhhh.. uhhhh… fuck.. I’m so close… fuck”, Jake doesn’t answer, his mouth full. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………….. fuuuuuuuuuuu… “ and I feel myself adding nearly 2 weeks’ worth of my spunk to Jake’s very receptive ass. “Fuckk.. fuck…. Fuck… “, I’m cumming so hard, “Fuck yeah….. breed him”, I hear Sergei and Sam both encouraging me to poison him. I pull out and Sergei doesn’t wait for direction taking my position, “Eat my ass” I hear Sam as Sergei moves to mounts Jake. Sam taps me on the shoulder and mouths, “Hold the camera”. I grab it and get Jake sucking cock then move to get Jake’s cock and Sergei’s going in and out of Jake. I can hear Jake breathing heavy and moaning, “yeah… yeah…” is about all he can say between breathes and his tongue going in Sam’s ass. Sergei is breathing hard and heavy, I look up, his face is red and his body covered in sweat, I know he’s close. He starts to speak, in what I’m assuming is Russian, his face violent, determined; I have no idea what he’s saying but its getting more intense. I know he’s about to cum so I move behind him and get a good shot of his cock going in and out of that ass, still more Russian, I can see his nuts tight against his body and then, “Yesss.. yeass… fuck…. “, I know that, and he starts to cum inside Jake. As Sergei finally climbs off of Jake, I keep the camera down, “Clean him boy”, I hear Sam, and I see Sergei move to Jake’s mouth to get sucked clean. “Time for another poz load boy”, I hear Sam, “Let’s do this a little different”. He taps Sergei, “Hold his legs more so his ass is higher.”, he looks at me, “Keep it on hole”, I assume he means the camera. Jake’s ass is turned up more, stretched, and there is some pink cum escaping from it. Sam climbs gets on the bed to mount Jake, “Ohhhhhhh… yeah… fuck… breed me, please… Sir”, I hear Jake. Sam starts slow and gets into a rhythm, building up speed, he’s jackhammer fucking Jake and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I think, “I’m going to fuck and breed Cod this way”. I’ve got the camera positioned perfectly so I can see and hear Sam’s poz cock piston fucking in and out of Jake, his balls making that noise men make when they breed. This goes on several minutes, then I hear it, “Not gonna last long boy… not gonna… “, “Breed me”, Jake is begging, “Seed my ass… give it to me”, Sam pulls out. “ahhh… ahhh… ohhhh yeah boy… pozzzz…. “, and he starts to cum. It pools right there on Jake’s hairless hole, then I see Sam push back in, pushing most of his load into Jake’s ass. Sam repeats this a few times to make sure he gets all of his load in Jake’s ass. I’m thinking how Jake was neg when we tested but after today he’s going to test positive; “Maybe he can breed Cod”, I think. Sam and Jake both fall on the bed, heavy breathing, coming down from Sam’s orgasm; I realize Jake hadn’t cum. I mouth to Sam, “He hasn’t cum?”, Sam looks at me as if “So”, then he looks at Jake, “Ok boy…. time for you to go, remember, no taking off the blindfold ‘til you’re outside.”, he points at a marker on the other night stand and Sergei hands it to him. “And if…. “, as he writes on the side of Jake’s stomach, “…err when you test poz, I wanna know about it”, “k”, is Jake’s only reply. Sam pops the cap back on, he wrote “#5”, I had to wonder if it was permanent marker. We help Jake dress -- I so want to fuck this boy again. “Be right back guys”, and Sam leads Jake out of the bedroom and to what I assume is the front door, I hear the door open and close and Sam returns, “That was so fucking hot”.

Author's Note: I've read this forum for a long time, but this is my first post. I have a plan for this story, but it isn't completed. This is a slightly fictionalized amalgamation of several different events that have happened to me over the past 2 or 3 years. I welcome any feedback that might improve my storytelling in the future. ___________________________________________ I had been taking a little pnp break to let my body rest from all the parTyinG. I was 2 months into a planned 3 month break, but decided there wasn’t anything wrong with a little bit of sober play time. I went to the bathhouse after work, figuring I’d hop into the sling and take a load or two and see what happened. After checking in and showering, I walked around naked–I prefer not to use a towel. I saw a 40-something, bald leather daddy type watching a movie in the porn room and rubbing a huge bulge that made my ass twitch. That’s usually not my type, but I was feeling slutty so I figured I’d see if he had a load for me. I sat down next to him made eye contact and smiled. He didn’t smile back, but just motioned for me to follow him, which I obediently did. Back in his room, he turned on the light and motioned for me to sit down. I misinterpreted his gesture, thinking he wanted me on my back, but he grabbed me and placed me in a seated position. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a prepared syringe. I protested, still wanting to stay sober a few more weeks. “Shut the fuck up,” he snapped. Those were the first words he’d spoken and they made me lust for him. I love a man who takes control. I knew that I wouldn’t have any choice in what happened until he was done with me. He wrapped a belt around my arm, and found a vein. I’ve never been able to slam myself, and never even brought myself to watch the needle go in when someone else did it for me. This time was different. I watched every step. He expertly found a vein and gently pushed the point through my skin and into my vein. I watched as he pulled back on the plunger and a bright red flash appeared in the chamber of the syringe. He loosened the belt and in one fluid motion pressed down on the plunger emptying the contents of the rig into my vein. I can still feel what happened next as if it was happening now. For the tiniest fraction of a second, it felt cool. The liquid was colder than my blood. I didn’t cough, but gasped for air as my heart sped up and my ears rang. Then a warmth began in the center of my chest and spread out through my entire body, rippling out in every direction, vibrating and pulsing through every square inch of my body. I realized that I was no longer in control. I was a slave to a man who had slammed me with an unknown amount of crystal meth. I knew that I would do whatever depraved thing he told me to do. His desires would become mine. As the waves of chem-induced pleasure turned into a flood of desire, I was aware of only one thing–my ass. It needed to be filled with cock and cum. I hoped it would be rough and I needed it to not stop for a very long time. Just then, my leather daddy reached back and slapped me across the face with his open hand, surprising me and leaving my cheek warm and tingly. “Come on faggot. You’ve got work to do.”

The Package Thief Delivers: Fuck I love the internet. These days you can get almost anything delivered right to your door, but lately my neighborhood – like many parts of DC – have seen a spike in packages being stolen. The folks stealing have no shame and will walk right up on a front porch in broad daylight, scope the package out, heft it, shake it, and then casually walk away with the package tucked under their arm. While the police catch the occasional perpetrator, not enough is being done so it is up to us – the consumer – to come up with a plan and I had a great one. I shop once or twice a week from one of the big, online vendors and made a point of getting to know and making friends with the guy who contracts for them to do the deliveries in my neighborhood. An extra $20 here and there to show my appreciation and he was willing to take the extra step to put my packages inside the entry way instead of leaving them on the porch so they were not visible from the street. I often work from home too so I could chat him up and soon with an offer of a drink, smoke, and a quick blowjob or some raw ass, he was more than happy to drop my packages off at the end of his route so he could spend a few minutes chilling and unwinding and releasing the day’s nutt inside me. Our little connections were always down and dirty and never moved beyond the front entry. I was happy to take it how he wanted - skip the chit-chat, have his drink and smokes ready on the side table and my ass ready to get plowed when he walked in the door. He never called first because he wanted no trace on his phone of anything, and if I was not there waiting when he arrived, I missed out on the dick and he would take his shit to go. Some days it was all of 5 minutes in and out, but he always left my ass throbbing, dripping, and my mind racing to think what I could order next to get him back through. I had seen the delivery guy just the day before, but they sent me the wrong item, so I boxed it back up, printed out the return label, and had set the box in the entryway for him to pick back up. It was getting close to the time of day when he usually shows up so I set his drink and smokes out, a couple hand towels and a wet wash cloth, the lube, and walked back to the bedroom to get the poppers and put on my slut shorts. I had just grabbed the poppers and heard a THUMP and figured he was early and had just come in, so I skipped putting on my shorts and ran back down the hall as quick as I could with just a t-shirt on. I came around the living room wall and stopped short as they man standing in entryway examining the box was not the delivery guy, but someone else. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!” I yelled as I lunged forward, dropping the bottle of poppers onto the wood floor and grabbed for the box. The thief was quicker. He swung the box to his side and as my hands hit nothing but air I fought to get my footing and tumbled to the floor. The thief laughed, set the box against the front door behind him, picked up the can of beer sitting on the side table, popped it open and took several swigs. I got to my knees, frantically looking around for something to use to protect myself, but before I had a chance to move the thief bent forward, grabbed a handful of my hair, yanked my head back a bit and said, “Ease up. Now where did those poppers go, oh right – hand those to me – wait open it first, OK – SNNIIFFF – FUCK I LOVE JUNGLE JUICE!” He handed the open bottle to me, let go of my hair and said, “Open your mouth. Suck my dick.” OK, this was like no robbery I had ever heard of and as soon as he said the words ‘suck my dick’ my own dick sprang to full attention. What the hell. I sniffed the poppers, set the bottle in his open and waiting hands, and as he stuck them under his nose I straightened up a little. His dick did not look all that impressive to start with, but he was uncut, and he had pulled his balls out through his fly too so they made his dick curve out a bit. Once my lips wrapped around his uncut meat the blood started pumping and his dick grew, and grew, and grew some more and was quickly straining his fly as well as my mouth. The thief hit the poppers again then said, “Yeah I’m a fucking grower not a shower. I’m that Magnum filler and headboard killer. Here, hold the bottle, I want to hit the back of your throat good, leave you fucking hoarse while you give me that neck.” I managed to pull my head away and turn to the side and hit the poppers before he clamped his hands on both sides of my head and guided me back onto his throbbing stick. The thief wasted no time now driving his dick balls deep down my throat, making me gag, gasp, and tears fill my eyes and I was fucking loving it! I was clinging to his pant legs like a baby Koala on his mother’s back when he let go of my head, stepped back, spit into his hand and said, “Stand up. Let me see your ass. Is it juicy?” I stood, bent forward leaning against the hall side table and glanced into the mirror as the thief spit on his meat and jacked it with his right hand while probing at my ass with his left. “OH FUCK YEAH, THAT ASS IS NICE AND JUICY, GOING TO KNOCK YOU UP WITH MY COCK SNOT,” and without even a “Do you want to get fucked?” or talk about safe sex, the thief pushed forward, forcing his thick dick into me raw. I flinched but tried to relax and push back while gripping the wood edges of the table. In the mirror, the thief’s eyes gleamed with mischief and evil intent as he raised his arms up over his head like he was fucking Rocky having won another match before plunging forward and making me gasp in shock and awe as his dick spread me open. I closed my eyes, breathed deep, and relaxed my hole some more to let him in. This was not my first time at the rodeo and if he wanted to fuck a juicy raw ass, I would give it to him. A few strokes later I started to bounce back, to ride his raw cock, to show him how good my ass could feel. “THAT’S IT!” he exclaimed, “RIDE THAT FUCKING DICK, OH SHIT NOT YET – COME ON NOW – EASE UP IT – EASE THE FUCK – JESUS GOD DAMN CHRIST I SAID EASE UP OH HELL – YOU WANT THAT NUTT HUH, FUCK YEAH – TAKE THIS NUTT UP THAT JUICY ASS, FUCKING JUICY ASS, SLOSH THAT SH…..OH….GRRR…UGHHH…GRRR….FUCKKKKKK!!!!” I smiled at myself in the mirror as I bounced back and then worked my hips side to side. Who was the fucking thief now? I just stole that nutt, pulled the shit right out of his balls. That would be a fuck he would remember. God damn what was I thinking? This dude broke into my fucking house!! As reality set back in and my mind took over thinking from my ass, I pulled away, scooted to the side, and suddenly felt disgusted and pissed. The thief shook his head to clear the cobwebs of a great orgasm, manhandled his still semi-hard dick back through his zipper into his pants, zipped up, then bent down and grabbed the package that started this whole escapade and said as he walked out the door, “Just what I fucking needed. File your claim on this. Lost in transit or some shit. I’ll be back next time you need a return handled – or maybe sooner.” Lost in thought it took me a moment to realize someone was coming back up the steps and as a shadow started to cover the window in the front door I had a mix of emotions of panic that the thief was coming back, yet hoping that he was as I wanted to get fucked again. I stood up straight and was prepared to tell him he had to work for my ass this time if he wanted it when the door opened and the delivery driver stepped into the foyer. He looked me up and down, my hard dick and ‘just-fucked-silly’ look on my face clear giveaways of what had just occurred. The driver chuckled, started to undo his pants as he walked towards me and said, “You’re always running your mouth about how you want more dick, for me to pimp you out, to gang fuck you and shit. Well guess you are a real slut after all and not just all talk.” As I turned around and backed up on his steel hard dick it started to dawn on me, did he fucking set me up? Did he know the package thief? Was I played? For the moment, that didn’t matter as my hole got spread ad filled by the delivery driver’s dick and soon I would get his load too.

I was over a friends house and we were pnp and I saw a guy who I met a few months ago at another friend place and I so wanted to do something with him but it wasn't the time or place and he was leaving town the next day. He was back in town and a fuck buddy of my friend, had no idea about that and I told my friend that I wanted to have his baby! My friend laughed. Next thing I know my friend breaks off from me and our other fuck buddy and I am suddenly held down, rope slipped onto my wrists and my leather hood and blindfolded. A couple pillows under my belly legs tied to the corners of the bed and my ass is up and exposed. My ass is being played with and rimmed and then I feel a dick head being rubbed between my ass cheeks and hole. I am into being dominated and used when restrained. Next thing I know I have a belt put around my upper left arm and a reassuring voice of my friend saying that he is going ....i feel a little prick in my arm and then he said enjoy your breeding and seeding session by the guy who I wanted so bad. The rush came on a couple coughs and a extremely warm feeling in my asshole and then I hear him cough and the next thing I know, my asshole and gut is full of a extremely hard dick and I am in total bliss! I really have no idea how long it was until he came, I really didn't care, I just wanted as much of his cum in me as possible. I know that he sure came a lot the first time and I felt his dick pulsing and shooting me full of his cum! . I was untied and he took off the hood and had me get on my back legs up spread out tied to my wrists and they were tied to the corners of the bed. My friend is recording this and has it all on cam 4 cam. He is playing with my dripping ass and then slides his dick in again and I can see him in the TV fucking me and my hole is sounding like an old butter churn, sloshing and him pushing his previous load deeper into my eagerly awaiting ass! He starts to kiss me and holding my head so we are looking at each other eye to eye and asked if I wanted another of his loads deep in my ass again? I begged for it and he thrusts deep and groans and pushed balls and more deep in my ass and then I felt that pulsing filling me full again. I came 2 times during this. My friend put in my locking anal intruder stainless steel expandable butt plug and locked it and gave him the key. I got bred at least 4 times by him. He is toxic poz!

Last night. Was all horned up but nowhere to go. Decided to log into PlanetRomeo (haven't been very active there lately). Got a hit by a younger guy (early 20s) saying he wanted to fuck a "daddy" (I guess I am but don't see myself as that) as he is into older guys. He was staying over with friends to go to a concert. I am not really into young guys but we chatted a bit and he sent some pics of his body. We chatted some more. Later he sent a few pics of his cock. OMFG! Big, thick with trimmed pubes and shaved balls. Told him to cum over after the concert. Showered and douched and waited. He shows up around 12am. Goodlooking too. Big bulge! He didn't disappoint. Rim, fuck, rim, fuck. The word condoms never came up. He just fucked and planted two loads in me. Afterwards he asked if he could add me to his contact list on PlanetRomeo so he could come over again when he was in town again. Could I say no? Sweet kid and a great fucker!

Friday PM I was really horny so I decided I was going bunk off work and go looking for some dick. I put adds on BBRT, Squirt, Grindr etc I got a couple of hits but they all wanted to meet later. The problem was I wanted it now. So I went to to PANTS at Central Station. When I arrived I stripped down to only my jock and with poppers in hand walked around looking for an eager cock. I didn't really care who was attached to it, I just needed cock and cum. Central station has a main room and two dark rooms off it. I went into the one with the sling but it was occupied so I walked back out to the main room and lent against the wall. I'd bought a beer so was happy spying all the lovely dicks going by. I felt a hand on my arse and then fingers probing. Yes this was good. So I bend forward and allow the hand better access. He took that as a positive sign because I then felt the head of his cock on my butt. Superb. No rubber. He pushed in and fucked me hard. It wasn't long before the tell tale signs of a hardening dick and heavy grunting and the guys cuming in me. Fucking A. When he withdraws I turn around to clean him off only to get grabbed by another set of hands. And before I know it I felt another dick pushing into me. I got fucked in that position by 5 guys with each of them unloading in me. I have no idea who they were or what they looked like but I felt used and dirty, fucking love that feeling.

Staying in a hotel with my extended family for thanksgiving, sharing a room with my sister and feeling extremely horned up, I couldn't resist the urge check out grindr. We were in the well to-do suburbs of a major city and there were quite a few guys on looking to escape from the doldrums of family. One in particular caught my attention. 6'3", 185, dark hair, beautiful smile and what looked to be a beautiful thick uncut cock. We sexted all afternoon teasing each other and he kept telling me how he could tell that I was a naughty boy who needed to be taught a lesson. Game on. Problem being, I wasn't comfortable having him come over to my room when any relative might randomly pop in, and he was staying on his brothers' couch. We talked about getting another room, hooking up in his truck, eventually deciding on the single stall bathroom/shower room off the pool in my hotel. He came about 11pm, and we jumped in the pool together. He was a lot of fun to hang with and his charm just made me want his cock even more. While he watched to make sure the coast was clear, I jerked him under the bubbles of the hot tub and he slid one then two fingers in my hole. Finally, he dragged me to the shower room and locked the door. He hoisted me up on the counter and lifted my legs to tongue my hole for a few minutes. It was a relatively out of the way spot and we hadn't seen anyone down there yet, but just to be sure he stuffed his board shorts in my mouth to shut me up. He teased my ass with his dripping cock (at this point full staff, at least 8 real inches, yay!) then pulled away and sat on the shower bench and motioned my over. I got on my knees and went to town, because while I had a packet of lube, I really wanted him to fuck me with just pre cum and spit. A few minutes in he picks me up (I'm short and skinny and therefore quite portable) and settles me on his lap. I kiss him while trying to guide his slick cock to my hole and I can feel him growl into the kiss. Gravity does its job and soon he's halfway in me and it hurts so, so good. We get into a slow rhythm. He's quickly covered in sweat and lifting me to fuck me mid air. We move to the counter with me on my back, then against the wall in the shower, slow and steady and driving me crazy. He knows he's keeping me right on the edge and I know my whimpering and moaning are pushing him closer. With me bent over the counter I n front of the mirror, making eye contact with my stud breeder, he quietly asks me where do I want his load. I can barely speak but I gasp "inside me!". He wants me to beg. I repeat it. He says are you sure? I say yes. He growls in my ear "good...cuz I'm gonna knock your ass up. Right. Fucking. Now!"

Brad is totally my type: tall, lean, and having a basketball player's build, has reddish-brown hair and the most sexy light brown eyes. He's 6' 6", 190 pounds and 26 years old. He is simply one of the sexiest guys I've ever known, he has a gorgeous eight inch cock and a great set of balls. I was very happy with him, and had been with him for six months when he found out that he was poz. I was negative, and during those six months when we had sex, Brad had never cum in me ... although I asked for him to. I thought it was quirky at first that he wouldn't shoot inside me, but just let it go, although I knew ex had done IV drugs and they had plenty of bareback sex.) When he told me he was poz, he said he would understand if I broke it off with him, feeling I deserved a less-challenging relationship. I wouldn't hear of it. Three months later we moved in together into a West Hollywood apartment and had sex all the time - always bareback. Brad's doctor suggested he attend a gay men's poz support group where he could talk about being poz with guys who could understand. That's where he met Justin, who was also in a poz-neg relationship. Justin and I are surprisingly similar in build, 6 foot tall, 185 pounds, 28 years old and light brown hair. They both had the same HIV doctor and had met once before in the doctor's office, although just in passing. Since the beach is a long drive, Brad and I regularly went to a bathhouse, North Hollywood Spa that has an outdoor sun deck. We'd lay out to get some sun and then go inside to have some fun, always together. It worked for us in our new relationship, so why not? Being around other hot naked guys just got us even more horny for each other. Shortly after Brad joined the poz support group, we ran into Justin on Santa Monica Blvd, and he told me he thought it was cool that I was OK with Brad being poz ... and that his neg partner wouldn't touch him at all because of it. I said "You're a hottie! I can't imagine any man not wanting to be naked with you!" OK, so sometimes my 'edit mode' doesn't work well, and I guess the cat was out of the bag. Justin was hot and now he and Brad knew I thought as much. Justin wanted to know how Brad fucked my neg ass without him pozzing me, so Brad explained he would pull out of my ass right when he was starting to cum and then shoot on my abs. That way we were able to avoid condoms and also avoid having me seroconvert. Then Brad apparently had a brain storm 'cause he said "Rob and I are going to lay out naked at the tubs on Saturday," adding "would you like to join us?" Justin was up for it as his boyfriend was out of town for work, so we arranged for Justin to meet at our place and then we'd head out together. Justin had never been to a bathhouse before, so we got him checked in and inside. I got a big room for us to throw our stuff into, with the thought we'd strip down and then head to the sun deck. That's when Brad and I first saw Justin's cock. Holy Fuck, it was huge and he was sporting a Prince Albert. His nipples were also pierced, which I also found hot. I definitely wanted his cock in a big way. While I knew the poz support group’s rules said Brad and Justin were not supposed to play around with each other, I had the distinct feeling that rule would be broken before we went home that day. Brad and I chose to lay naked, and Justin wore a Speedo as he wanted a tan line. Brad and Justin lay next to each other, and my lounge chair was in front of their's, which, as long as I was on my stomach, made it really convenient for me to stare at Justin's basket. The Speedo barely contained his pierced poz cock. I wanted it. So did Brad. I had a spritz bottle, so after a little bit, I misted water on me to cool off. I then to be a dickhead, adjusted the stream to a jet and squirted Brad directly in the balls. That got his attention! His cock started getting hard, so I continued doing it. Justin laughed at what I was doing, so I squirted his Speedo as well, then worked the stream up to his nips. My cock was hard. Brad's cock was hard, and Justin's cock was filling out his Speedo even more. "Let's take a break inside and cool off," I suggested, wanting to be naked with these two studs. The three of us showered off downstairs and then headed to the room, "Just for a couple minutes." But no sooner had the door behind us, than we lost our towels, and we were three guys in heat, making out and feeling each other up, our cocks drooling precum like crazy. We were horny and needed to get off. In no time, the three of us were on the bed and ravaging each other. I was on my back with Brad sucking my cock, while Justin sucked Brad's cock. It wasn't too long before it was time to switch-up. "I gotta get a taste of my first pierced cock," Brad said. I said "Don't get him off, because I want some too." Justin wasn't used to three-ways, and this was his first since he converted to being poz, and he certainly wasn't used to a neg guy being so hot for his poz cock. Brad switched places and laid on his back and Justin crawled up to straddle Brad and fed him his cock. This was a great opportunity for me to get Brad's cock up my hole and to feel up Justin while he got his cock sucked by Brad. Justin blocked Brad's view, so Brad was surprised when I lubed up his bare cock and lowered myself onto him. I moaned at how hot Brad's cock felt up my ass ... and what a hot view I had of Justin's butt and hot body. He turned around to see what I was up to behind him, and was surprised I was taking Brad's cock right there. It was erotic as hell to watch Brad suck on another poz cock, and I certainly enjoyed having his cock up my ass. Unfortunately, Brad's gag reflex had a problem with the ring in Justin's cock, so he had to back off it and just suck on the tip. Seeing what was going on, I said, "Let's switch positions ... I'll be able to take his big dick with no problem." Brad and Justin just looked at me and laughed as Brad remarked "My boyfriend the slut! Give the man what he wants." Justin took Brad's place on his back, I bent over to suck Justin's cock and Brad fucked me doggy style. Everyone was happy until Brad pulled out saying, "I'm getting too close. I don't want to cum yet." Justin said, "Yeah, I want to have a turn with Rob too." I moved off his cock and stood next to Justin who then reached over to my loose lubed butt and gave it a grab. I turned a little to give him easier access to my hole and he slid a finger up inside me. Brad and Justin got a little quiet and for a couple moments Brad and Justin looked at each other's eyes, and gave each other a slight nod. Brad said, "Yeah, Justin ... it's Rob's turn." Brad slid back on the bed to give us some space and watched while Justin worked my already-lubed hole with one finger, and then two fingers, and as he did so, Justin turned to Brad saying "Rob's ass feels amazing. No wonder you told me you love fucking him." Brad said, "Go ahead and give him a couple more fingers, he loosens right up." At that point I was bent over the bed just enjoying the amazing treatment Justin was giving my asshole. I was totally relaxed having him do what he wanted and Brad was playing with his cock watching Justin. Justin slid his four fingers out of my ass and slid his pierced poz cock inside me. Wow, he felt great. I love my boyfriend's eight inch cock but Justin's seven inch, fat cock was a whole different kind of great. "Yeah, fuck me," I urged Justin. Brad meanwhile was jacking his cock, taking in the scene, his cock rock hard. Clearly he was totally into watching me be get plowed by his poz friend. Justin bent over and whispered in my ear, "You get off on my hot poz cock, don't you?" Brad didn't notice Justin's question, but it had me rock hard. I didn't say anything at first, so Justin asked more loudly "You want that, huh?" Brad looked up at both of us and smiled when I answered "Yeah, fuck me ... give it to me! But first let me change positions!" We all started laughing and they both made room for me to get on my back with my legs in the air. Justin said, "Let me take a couple minutes ... Brad, you get back inside him." Justin pulled out of me and noticed a little redness on his cock. He realized his Prince Albert piercing was rubbing my asshole raw from the friction. We looked at each other and he was about to say something about it. I gazed into his eyes and slowly shook my head and whispered, "Don't say anything." Once his cock was inside me, Brad said, "Oh yeah, Rob has such a hot hole. God I love fucking his ass." "Yeah, I want this ... fuck me, Brad," I urged. As Brad fucked me, Justin kissed me, quietly saying "Rob, I'm going to help you get what you want." Brad looked at Justin saying "We're probably okay fucking him, since we're both undetectable." A strange look crossed Justin's face, which led Brad to ask "What's that look for?" In a slightly dull tone Justin answered "My doctor didn't like my blood panels, so he took me off my HIV meds two weeks ago. I thought I told you." Justin continued, "But don't worry about me. Fuck Rob's hot hole and shoot inside him!" There wasn't much room behind Brad and the wall, and Justin had a plan. He got off the bed and stood next to Brad, lightly tweaking his nipples. That drove Brad crazy and filled him with lust. Justin then moved behind Brad as he was fucking me and tweaked his nipples. Brad muttered "Oh, fuck, I'm getting close!" I grabbed Brad’s hips to pull his cock into my ass, and Justin lodged himself against the wall so that Brad couldn’t back away as Brad yelled, "Shit! I'm cumming ... fuck, I'm shooting." I was also shooting, but unlike Brad's load, my cum load blew all over my chest. It was likely the biggest load I've ever had. Fuck that was hot. After all this time with Brad, I finally got him to cum inside me - and I wanted it really bad. Poz cum just made it hotter. Brad's cum had nowhere to go, but inside my ravaged hole. And he was freaking out softly saying, almost to himself, "Oh my god, I came in you! Fuck! I don't want to poz you." "Hang on, honey, it'll be okay. A lot of guys don't get pozzed the first time they're bred! Come here...." Brad's cock was still in my hole and I pulled him towards me and kissed him many times, murmuring "Don't worry." He moved off me and laid down on the bed and Justin was there with a slight smirk. We both knew what he did for me, and I was grateful. "Can I get a hand here?" Justin asked. In the excitement, Brad and I hadn't helped Justin get off, and his cock needed to blow a load. "Yeah, I think I can help you out," I replied, turning to Brad and asking "Okay with you? I think it's Justin's turn." Brad looked at both of us and slowly nodded yes. I pulled Justin down to make out with him, and I could feel his poz cock grazing my thighs and balls. I reached down and aimed his cock inside my hole, easing his pierced poz cock inside me, my boyfriend's poz load the only lube. I announced with genuine excitement "Fuck, this is amazingly hot." Justin grinned as he slid in and out of my wrecked hole and asked "You really like this. Fuck, man, I never thought I'd ever get inside your hole." "Hell, yeah, man, this is amazing." In a slightly louder tone Justin asked "You want me to cum in you?" Mischievously I replied "Ask Brad if you can." Justin replied in a voice loud enough for the guys in the adjoining rooms could hear "It's not Brad's hole I'm breeding. Do you want my poz cum?" There was only one possible reply for me: "Fuck yeah, dude. Shoot your hot poz load into my ass!” Just then every muscle in Justin's body tensed up as a prelude to his hot load. He pounded my hole even harder, as if to force his virus into my body. Justin yelled, "You're such a cum slut, take my poz load." I could feel his cock unloading in my guts. The spasms triggered another orgasm for me. I was in heaven, as was Justin who collapsed on top of me, with his cock still lodged inside my hole. We hugged and kissed. Brad looked a little shell-shocked at what just took place. We all stretched out on the bed and wrapped our arms around each other just to hold on. I wasn't sure what was going through Brad's head, so when everyone caught their breath, I said, "That was amazing. I've wanted that for a long time. Thank you." Brad looked at me with a puzzled look. He said, "I had no idea ... you never talked to me about it or asked me for it." I asked, "Would you have bred me if I asked you to?" Just then, I felt Brad's cock start to get hard against my thigh. Brad said, "Justin and I hoped you would be okay with us just fucking you, but now, you'll have a lot more of our cum from now on." The three of us smiled, relieved about how the afternoon turned out. Brad got off the bed, his big poz hard on, pointing in my direction. I got up on all fours, and pointed my ass in his direction and my mouth on Justin's cock. Justin's cock was slightly funky, but I didn't care. It was my turn, and I got what I wanted.

This is being posted in the 'Fiction' section as it is fiction. More of my fantasy, really. Well one of my many, being the greedy cumslut that I am. Here goes . . . The party had been a total bust. My friend had promised me that I'd meet someone. Had to with so many guys there. But tonight just wasn't my night. I decided to walk home, horny and a little pissed off, and only slightly drunk but not wasted. The fresh air might better my mood. There was a lot of commotion up ahead -looks like a fender bender- so I thought it might be quicker to cut through a few alleys. I always know where I'm going when I walk, but for some reason I felt a little lost and many of the lights in the alley were out. Burned out? Or broken so that shadows could conceal some kind of nefarious activity? I was just getting past one of the blacked-out sections of the alley when two huge, frighteningly strong hands grabbed my shoulders and literally heaved be back into the darkness, face first against a brick wall. Fuck, I'm getting mugged, I thought. It only took seconds to figure out that it wasn't my wallet he was after. The big man -he had to be 6'4" or taller, and beefy, solid muscle- pressed his entire front to my back, and I felt the enormous bulge from his denim covered crotch pressing into my ass. I know I was horny, but this was just downright scary. I tried to push myself back from the wall, hoping I could wiggle free and make a run for it. He was just too big and strong, I literally could not budge. He ground his big bulge in me, and I heard him sniffing around my neck, and then growled really low like some kind of predatory animal before it strikes it's prey. The party I had been to was just a house party, nothing fancy at all, so I had only worn a pair of nylon trackies and a tee. The big man reached down and yanked my pants down and chuckled when he saw that I was only wearing a jock strap underneath. "Fucking pig," he hissed in my ear. I heard him fumbling with the buttons on his jeans, and I felt his gigantic club of a dick flop out of them and slap into my back. Hell, this guy is hung like an elephant trunk, I thought. I'm in serious trouble. I wanted to get fucked tonight, but not like this. Not here. Somewhere with at least lube! He pinned me against the wall by holding firmly to the back of my neck, and eased himself away so that he could grab his cock with his free hand. I heard him spit, the splat must have hit is cock, then I heard the wet sticky sound as he jacked it and spread his saliva over it. He spit again and it landed directly between my butt cheeks. With his huge cock head, he smeared the spit on my hole, and began to push. I moaned -and not in a good way- and tried to tell him there was no way he was going to fit inside me. He made some kind of sound, mostly to say that he'd heard me and didn't care what I thought. He wanted in and he wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. I guess by some miracle I could feel his excited cock throbbing at my hole, and apparently this monster leaks impressive amounts of precum. My hole was feeling really slick now. But that didn't change the fact that he was hung like a beast, not a man. Suddenly and quickly he removed his hand from the back of my neck and clamped it tightly over my mouth, pulling me hard back against him. With that he slammed me hard into the brick wall again, this time driving a good 4 or 5 of his thick hard inches into my ass. My hole was on fire, and my eyes stung from the tears that filled them. He was holding me so tight there was absolutely no escape. I didn't know what to focus on. The fear that he might kill me when he was done raping me? Or the rape alone might be enough to kill me with a tool like that. Do I focus on the immense, mind-searing pain radiating from my tortured butt and concentrate of blocking it out? It took two more very hard ruts of his mighty hips to feel his pubes scratching my ass and his monster balls slapping up against me. He was now fully in, and I've never even dreamed of feeling so full in my entire life. It was like being fisted -if I'd ever been fisted- and taking the whole goddamned arm! He leaned his forehead on the back of my head and laughed softly to himself. Then he leaned in closer and blew on my ear, momentarily distracting me from the pain that was overwhelming my ass. Then he licked the outside of my ear, and growled, "You're gonna love this you little fucking faggot,". I'd been given a minute to adjust to his enormous size in me -not that it was nearly enough. He suddenly pulled his hips back, his cock temporarily vacating my devastated hole, and then slammed back in. Hard. Really hard. And that's how it went for what felt like forever, but what was probably about 15 minutes. He pulled nearly all the way out of me, then slammed back in, full length, balls deep, over and over again. He gave panting, grunting sounds of encouragement while I, at first, whimpered and groaned in pain, but by some other miracle managed to start to feel good down there. "You fucking whore," he growled. "I told you that you'd enjoy my big cock, fucking faggot,". Although I knew that my ass would feel completely destroyed for weeks after this encounter, he was right. His monster cock felt amazing as it pumped me. He filled me fuller than I ever could have imagined. It was as if something had been missing inside me, and every time his huge meat filled me, I was complete. And my hungry pig hole felt very empty when he wasn't slamming into me. So after about 15 or so minutes of him raping my hole, he clenched his teeth and growled, "Take my fucking cum, take it pig, you want my cum you fucking whore!". And wow did I feel it when he unloaded in me. There was so much cum blasting my insides that I thought for a second that he was taking a piss in me, not cumming. But the throbs of his mighty cock told me that it was certainly grade A stud juice, pumping deep into my body. It went on for a couple of minutes, I couldn't believe it. But I guess with big balls like his, he would blow an extra big load. Plus everything was huge about this guy, so why wouldn't his orgasm be, too? As soon as his dick stopped throbbing, he leaned in and blew on the outside of my ear again, and then whispered, "Welcome to the club, you fucking pig,". And then he yanked his hard cock out of me so abruptly that I doubled over. I didn't hurt so much as it took the wind out of me. I took a second to catch my breath, then stood and turned around to face him. No one there. He had just disappeared. I leaned back against the cool brick, panting and my mind spinning. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had been scared as hell, and then more turned on than I can ever remember my whole life. But what did he mean by that -Welcome to the club? Suddenly I felt this rush inside me, this wave of excitement. And I don't know why I was excited -I had never wanted to be infected. So why did the thought turn me on so much -I was still standing there with my pants around my ankles, my hard dick bobbing in the wind, and this strangers toxic load seeping out of my trashed hole. I put my fingers to my gaping hole, and smeared some of the cum around it, then lifted them to my lips. The smell alone of this stud's cum was enough to make me want more! I licked my fingers clean and my dick was throbbing. I mean really throbbing -one taste of cum always gets me crazy horny! But this was poz cum. Toxic seed. Viral baby juice. I quickly pulled my pants up, stuffing my hard dick in as best I could, and decided I needed to race home to stick a plug up my ass to keep his load in me while I jacked of the biggest load of my life. I ran down the alley, made a couple more turns, and ran face first into one of the toughest and meanest looking men I've ever laid eyes on. He didn't budge, but I literally bounced off of his big frame and landed in a pile of black trash bags. His eyes burned into mine as he stared down at me. He was seriously pissed off that I bumped into him. "You'd better watch where you're going . . . faggot," he hissed. If you enjoyed it, let me know and I'll post Part 2.

I was cruising CL not too long ago when I came across an interesting post. "Blindfolded bottom wanted" was the subject, and it had me intrigued immediately. The poster was a top who provided no other personal information about himself. Here was a guy who was looking to walk into someone's house, find him blindfolded and ass up, prelubed and ready to be fucked. No talking, no foreplay, just hot fucking. Those of you who read my story from back in January will already know that this is my kind of scene. I sent him a note with a pic of my eager hole (gaped wide by the guy who was kind enough to stop fucking me long enough to take it!) and waited. In less than 5 minutes, it was on. We went back and forth for a while with directions and instructions (he wanted me in my foyer, on the floor, blindfolded with a scarf and with my lube next to me on the floor). My hole twitched at the thought of being used by another random, unseen stranger. Then came the disappointment - he only played "safe." He told me he would bring the condom. As with my Philly dark room stranger, I was disappointed, but didn't let on. I needed a cock in my ass. He must have asked me three times if I was thinking about backing out. Clearly he's had guys flake or cancel on him plenty of times before. It is CL after all, and this isn't a scene for just anyone. But as we've seen before it's definitely mine! At the appointed time, I turned out all the lights in my house, and just left the porch light on. That was how he would be able to see me in the darkened house when he arrived. I tied a winter scarf around my eyes and got down on all 4's, completely naked, with my ass pointed toward the door. My brown bottle didn't stray far from my nose as I waited in silence for his footsteps to approach. I didn't have to wait long. The door opened and I heard the rustle of fabric as he shed his clothes. Then I felt his fingers on my ass, caressing one cheek, then the other, then slipping into my crack to find my hole. With an approving grunt, he knelt down behind me and pushed my knees apart to position me in line with his cock. I felt just the tip nudge against my hole, and realized that he had never stopped to wrap his cock. Was I going to be made to take this complete stranger's load? YES! He slid about half of his shaft inside me, pausing with a sigh to relish the velvety smoothness of my hole. Neither of us said anything, but I gave an enthusiastic grunt to let him know that he felt as good to me as I did to him. That was all he needed. As he slid in and out of my hole - pulling out entirely from time to time to tease me with the head before plunging back in - the brown bottle made regular trips to my nose and I was in heaven! His balls slapped against mine and he repeatedly slapped my ass as his thrusts quickened, and I could feel his shaft getting even harder inside my hole as the sperm began flowing out of his balls. With a gasp, he lurched and gripped my hips extra-tight, and I could feel his cock jerking and spasming deep inside me as he blew his load. With one last slap of my ass he pulled out, and I felt his cum running down my balls to drip on the floor beneath me. He dressed, the last sound I heard being his zipper before the door opened and my stranger disappeared into the night.

Couple days after I loaded the hot bear bottom with my sperm, I was horny and really needed hole before Thanksgiving. Didn't look too promising but I hit the jackpot some hungry cumdump college boy hit me up and begged me for my dick and loads. He sent me some pics of his hole and man it was fine. Tight, covered in fur, nice pink pussy. How could I refuse? College boys are so cum hungry I love it! He told me where he was, & I drove to campus which was pretty empty thank goodness many must have already left for the holiday. Parked and could hardly contain my excitement walking to his dorm. He met me in the lobby in a tee and shorts he had to check me in. We didn't say a word much on the way up. We got naked & I ate his hot juicy hole and plowed him deep. He kept begging for more cock & my loads. I think people in the hall heard us but I didn't care. He had one of the hottest juciest holes I've had. I dumped 3 loads in him over about 2 hours and he came all over himself. Was very hot! I hope he'll be a repeat. Great hole & super nice guy. I can't get enough of breeding these hot furry cumdumps!

Hey guys, I just had an unexpected and random encounter I thought I'd share with you. I had dinner with two girlfriends at a place called the Turkish Grill on Queens Blvd and 42nd in Queens, New York. The food was amazing, but more interesting was the waiter, a young Turkish-American guy, maybe 25 years old, lean and muscular with spiky black punk hair, dark middle-eastern facial scruff, tight black pants that showed a nice crotch and perky soccer ass, and a sly smile. All through dinner, he kept shooting me glances, but each time I looked back at him he gave me a kind of contemptuous stare, as if he knew I was a fag and he hated me. At the end of the meal, he brought us Turkish coffee, which is very thick and has a lot of 'mud' at the bottom. I commented on it, and he offered to show me how they make it. I demurred, not being sure what I was getting myself into, and thinking I didn't want to make a scene in case I came onto him and he decided to yell at me or something. After we paid and were getting ready to leave the restaurant, I headed to the bathroom. In front of the bathroom door are stairs going down to the basement, and I saw the sexy Turkish waiter standing a few steps down, looking at me. He raised a finger and gestured for me to come toward him, then pointed down the stairs. He took a few steps down and turned back to see if I was following. Again he gestured for me to follow him, so I did. As soon as we were in the basement, which was mostly dark, dirty, and smelled of rotting vegetables, he put one hand on his crotch and, with the other, pointed at it, as if telling me that's where my attention belonged. I took a step closer to him, and leaned in close to his face, intending to kiss him. But as I moved in, I felt a hand on my shoulder pushing me down with enough force that I didn't try to fight back. I sunk to my knees on the filthy cement floor as his other hand unzipped his fly and yanked on the belt to open it. Within a few seconds, a very hot and veiny cut cock came into view, dark-skinned and surrounded by black wiry hairs, with the glisten of precum at the tip. I knew we had to be fast as my friends were waiting, and he probably had other tables to attend to. I thought I could blow him quickly, get my reward, and be out of there within three minutes. But as soon as my lips encircled the head of his cock, I felt both of his hands take me by the ears, and his cock started piledriving my throat. I was only about 8 inches, and not the thickest I'd taken, but the way he was digging it deep into my throat made me start to gag. And each time he felt my throat spasm around his cock, he stuck it in deeper, digging and burrowing into the soft folds of tissue inside of me. After gagging maybe a dozen time, my eyes tearing and my nose running freely with clear snot, I finally did the worst and threw up a little into my throat. He looked down and me and ordered, "Swallow it!" I did, his cock still in my mouth, and as he felt me swallow, he slammed back into me. Wth a few seconds I had gagged again, and vomited more this time, my whole mouth filling with it. Again he ordered, "Swallow it, faggot!" And I did, the head of his cock still between my lips. Disgusting, I know, but that's what happend. Then he commanded, "Drop your pants." So I spit out his cock, covered in my slime and snot and tears, and opened my belt, pulling out my hard dick and balls. "Don't show me your dick bitch. Bend the fuck over!" So I did. For a second he put both hands into my crack, feeling the hole. I heard a sniff, as if he was checking his fingers to find out if I was clean. Of course I usually douche when I'm going out, just in case of a situation like this, and I was not only clean but also fairly well lubed. He reached his hand around to my face and, after wiping at the snot pouring out of my nose from the brutal facefucking, put his hand in front of my mouth and ordered, "Spit." He used my own snot and spit to lube his cock, and without any warning at all, slammed into my ass as brutally as he'd fucked my throat. I gasped instinctive, and loudly I guess, and instantly felt his fist crack into the back of my head. "Shut the fuck up! If you make a single sound I will kick the shit out of you!" he hissed at me in a very loud whisper. For about two minutes he slammed into me without mercy, each thrust resulting in the slapping sound of flesh on flesh, as I held onto the side of a shelving unit for support, the boxes and cans rattling and shifting as the wire shelves and I were rocked by his brutal fucking. And then I heard his gasp -- a massive intake of breath as both his hands grasped my hips and he drove so deep into me I could feel the heat of his swelling cockhead in my guts. In complete silence, he jerked and spasmed maybe six times, holding me completely still with total force as his hot seed rushed into my ass. As I felt his cock start to withdraw from me, I straightened up, using the shelves to come up from my bent-over position. By the time I had turned around, he had his back to me, and was reaching down to pull up bis briefs and pants, which were down around his shoes after the violent fuck. I was surprised to see, in black ink on his right butt cheek, a tattoo I've seen many times, and fantasized about getting for myself. I have jerked off many times daydreaming about taking the cum of a dude with a biohazard tattoo, and now I could see I'd just been fucked savagely and bred by one. Before I could say anything, he grabbed his pants, yanked them up, and ran up the stairs two at a time while tucking his shirt into his waistband and cinching his belt. Within a minute, I made my way upstairs and into the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. Then, with some trepidation, out into the restaurant to look for my friends. The waiter had his back to me as I came out, and it was clear he was avoiding me. So I left. I found my friends outside, both talking on their cell phones, and we ambled off to the subway station, them to their boyfriends, and me to my apartment alone to finger myself and eat the waiter's cum from my hole while I jerked off remembering every detail of our encounter.

Well, as many of you know, I am an avid weed (420) smoker. Basically, after a hard day and nights work, I like to get high, post an ad on CL/A4A/BBRTS etc. and look for fun. I love to get high, poppered up and service big black cock - or host a slim emo, fem, jock type bottom. So yesterday, I placed an ad for some fun. Here's the ad: http://inlandempire.craigslist.org/m4m/4251415412.html After not hearing anything from my ad, I went to work. Around 10:30 last night, I get an email. This young hung black guy says he has some bomb 420 for sale. An eighth for $50.00 and he will deliver. Perfect! So, I give him my address and he calls to confirm. He says he will be at my place within 20 minutes. He also stated he was looking for just a sale... nothing more. About 15 minutes later, as promised he calls and says, "I'm here." I told him to hold on as I looked out the window. While looking out the window, I notice he is not alone. In fact, I notice a woman in the car. Odd. Oh well. So, I open the door to find this very attractive thin and tall young black man. I escort him in and we talk weed. He says, “You got cash, right?" Yep... Then out of the blue, he says, "I know you saw my girl in the car. Just so you know, I am married and I do not mess with guys but you seem cool. You disease free?" I nodded and showed him my current papers. I always have them on hand. Since I was in a bath robe and freshly showered, he says "turn around and let me see that ass." So, I complied. Before I knew it, his tongue was buried deep in my manhole. Then he grabbed condom I had on the bed stand (I keep them there as a courtesy and prop). He then grabbed the poppers and sniffed them then put them under my nose. Again, before I knew it, he was trying to bury his very impressive 10" into me. He finally got in and after about 5 minutes of adjusting, he pulled out and I heard the rubber snap off. I thought he was going to bust but no. Then without warning, he said, "You have papers, you're clean...why not?" Then he slid right in bare! OMG! What an amazing cock! "You have a fucking tight pussy. Want me to supply you on a regular basis?” Hell yes I moaned. He then ramped up and was pummeling my hole relentlessly for almost 20 minutes before he pulled out and coated my stretched out hole with one of the largest loads I have ever felt or seen. I could feel that baby batter sliding in to my hole and the warmth…It wasn’t just warm, it was hot. It felt amazing. He then used the head of his cock to push his load into me. Then he drove it home one more time. He slammed into me. The force of him slammed me onto my belly – slowly grinding away until he flipped me over and coated my face. He then cleaned himself up and thanked me. He told me that he will leave his wife at home next time so we can smoke and he can fuck me. He then asked if I would allow a friend of his. I told him, “If he’s clean like you say you are, then bring him on… I love to get tag teamed.” He said, “he is… he’s my next door neighbor and he has a bigger dick than mine.” I guess my eyes lit up and I replied, “Bring him on… I love to get tag teamed.” He smiled, thanked me for a great transaction then left. I went to the bed room and got high while I played with my cummed up hole. Fast forward to this morning, I opened my email to find my new weed dealers latest test results in PDF format. Negative on all fronts. Again, perfect. His wife will never know. My new weed dealers fuck stick is attached The pic doesn’t do his “str8” man meat/fuck stick justice. Lucky me. Craigslist has once again made another night to remember.

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Part 2 Luckily my fall was broken by a bunch of black trash bags, but as I struggled to get to my feet (and make a run for it before this guy who looked like an escaped con, ex-con, or would-be con, kills me) I could feel the nylon track pants sticking to my cummy ass. There must be a big wet spot there by now. And Mr.Mean noticed. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” he said, sounding both playful and malicious at the same time. Fuck, I’m going to get bashed! Well, not if I can help it. I scrambled and made a dash back in the direction I’d come from. I could hear his large frame making tracks behind me, and his long strides gave him a distinct advantage. I was just about to turn a corner when he grabbed me and slammed me against the wall. “Try running again and you’ll regret it,” he hissed, really close to my face. His breath smelled like whiskey and cigarettes. He grabbed me by the upper arm and started dragging me back to where I’d run into him. “Where are you taking me?” I asked, struggled against his firm grip. He kind of snickered, and then said, “You just assaulted me. I think that it’s time to return the favour. You see, I know a thing or two about assault.” This creep is going to use me for a punching bag! He knows a thing or two about assault -that’s probably what got him sent to the clink! We stopped basically back where we had started. I glanced up at the building. The sign said ‘Wholesale Produce’. Evidently he works there. He kicked the door open and dragged me inside. I kind of hoped there was a night staff on and they might call 9-1-1 and save me, but the place appeared deserted. He locked me in a dark little closet while I heard him moving around outside, rummaging, shuffling. I’m not sure what he had planned. After an eternity, the door flew open and he dragged me out and over to an alcove area. All of the movement I had heard was him constructing a sort of makeshift bed, several thick blankets topped with a thick clear plastic sheet. He threw me down in the middle of it. “Take off your fucking clothes,” he ordered. I didn’t know if he was going to pull a gun on me or what, so I did as I was told. Sitting there naked, I could feel my butt hole quiver -was this fright, or just a natural reaction to my wet ass feeling all slippery on the plastic? He knelt down on the edge of the plastic and sneered at me. “Now I want you to push out all of that cum from you ass, you filthy pig. Make a nice big puddle there on the plastic.” Okay, now I was confused and really had no clue what was going on. But again I just did what I was told. I flexed my ass muscles and squirted every drop of that other stud’s load. Seeing it pool underneath me was insane. I couldn’t believe that so much cum came out of one man. And I also noticed several streaks of blood in there which wasn't really a surprise given what he'd done to my ass with that big club of his. Looking at it also made my dick stand up rock hard. It was involuntary, but I could smell the cum, too. What pig worth his salt wouldn’t have the same reaction? Mr. Mean chuckled, but it didn’t sound like a friendly chuckle. “Look at that little dick of yours bobbing around there. What a fucking little pig.” He reached out and slapped my left cheek. Surely not as hard as it could have been, but hard enough to sting. I hoped he was just trying to get my attention -which he had. “Now I want you to get on your fucking knees like a pig and lick all of that cum up,” he ordered. Suddenly I wasn’t scared anymore. Just incredibly aroused. I got on all 4’s and started licking. And slurping. “Slow down, you greedy fucking pig. Take your time or else,” he warned. I slowed down and focused on the texture and taste of the massive cum load. If this was to be my last meal, then I’d be very happy with that. As I licked, I stole glances at him. He’d gotten to his feet and began taking his clothes off. He was probably as tall as the man earlier, but not as bulky. Built very solid, but leaner. And apparently he was enjoying watching me eat the cum because when he removed his jeans a big dick swung out and waved around in front of him like a divining rod. Evidently it wasn’t water it was seeking out. He walked around me on the plastic sheet and I could feel him kneel down behind me. “Now that all of that cum is out of your hole, I can fuck you really good. I don’t want you too slick in there. I want you to feel everything I've got.” The cum would have been very welcome given that his dick was quite big, though not as large as the last man’s was. But a good 10 inches and thick. He wedged the head in my hole, then popped it out. He did that a few times, enjoying the initial penetration of the head as much as I was enjoying it. Over and over, and I began to moan and really get into it. I finished up the last of the cum. He pulled his dick out once again, and then jammed the entire thing full length into me. At least he wasn’t clamping his hand over my mouth like the last guy, and I let out a scream. Despite my butt being busted earlier, I was still sore from the intense pounding. That cum really would have come in handy. It didn’t take as long for me to get used to this big dick, though, and I was soon enjoying every long stroke of this big shaft, balls deep into my ass every time. And I was slamming my ass back to meet him, which he seemed to like. His hands on my hips pulled me down hard onto him, he growled and I could feel him blast my ass full of his hot sticky cum. He held me there while his balls emptied their entire load into me. When he was done, I let his dick slip out of me and he sat back onto his heels. I looked back over my shoulder, not ever sure if he would allow me to move. He was grinning which made him much more attractive, or maybe it was just because he’d just fucked me. “Well, that was a real breeding, and now you’re a real pig,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind poz cum, because I haven’t been on any meds in years,” he added, wearing a big smile. He seemed awfully proud of himself. Fuck, what are the odds of two poz guys breeding me in one night? My heart was pounding and I was filled with those mixed emotions again. On the one hand my whole body was tingling, and I loved feeling like a true fuck pig. On the other . . . more toxic cum in me? Seriously? I did not go looking for it, but it seems to keep finding me. I let out an involuntary laugh and he gave me a questioning look. “What the fuck is so funny about that?” I crawled around and sat back onto my heels facing him. “When I ran into you, a guy had just raped my ass and told me ‘Welcome to the club’. “ “So, what, you thought you’d run home and douche his poz cum out of you and it would all be fine?” he snickered. “It doesn’t work that way.” “No, I was running home to stick a butt plug up my ass and jack off,” I told him. I started to get up, figuring he’d gotten off, and we’re done. But he pounced on me, straddling my waist to pin me down to the plastic mattress. He leaned over me, stretching above my head to reach for his jeans. He pulled his cell phone out and hit a couple of buttons. Looking down at me with a shit-eating grin on his face, he said, “You’re gonna fucking love this.” Part 3 if you want it.

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FRANKLIN SQUARE PARK CREW: Part1 – Warren the Drug Dealer Gets me high, fuck me higher *There are multiple parts to this story and all will be posted in this thread* Part 1 – Warren the Drug Dealer Gets me high, fuck me higher I first met Warren in the story - The Homeless Guys From the Video Store –Fucked up, Dicked down, Pimped out – Part 2 THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN. Dwayne and Malcolm and had pimped me out and invited Warren over who got me high, then fucked the shit out of me. Warren was black, about 25 or so, taller than me but skinny, with his hair braided in long neat rows, baseball cap tilted to the side, close cropped beard, no shirt on and white t-shirt stuffed in his back pocket when I met him. He had lots of tattoos and showed up with some white kid that he told me he had infected and was killing with his cum as he loaded me up with his toxic load in my ass. It had been over a week since my weekend with those boys and a lot had happened as Dr Mike had me quit my job, given me a contract to work for him, and set me out to find more of the nastiest infected dick and cum that the city had to offer as I had to elevate my treatment program. I had told Dr Mike about Warren and he said I needed to take a trip to Franklin Square and make sure my biohazard ass got used well and good by his crew– no limits beyond no fisting. I went to Franklin Square a couple times, walked around, and finally after asking several guys, was directed to an alley behind a high class office building that housed one of the largest political lobbying firms in the city. I could see Warren had a couple guys working for him dealing drugs who were posted at ends of the alley by the big yellow, metal bollards that protected the edges of the buildings from any trucks that might accidently hit them. The guys took care of most of business at the ends of the alley, sending a runner back to the loading dock where I was told Warren camped out to get what was needed. Folks in the park sad there was always a couple other guys hanging around with Warren who were there to protect the stash and that they were all bad motherfuckers and no one to trifle with. Unlike most alleys, this one was a dead end as it opened into a small “L” shaped lot behind the building, big enough for delivery trucks to drive in and back up to the dock and just a couple cars to park, so no one went back there who wasn’t meant to be there. The only other way out was a gated walkway between two buildings on the other side that was also covered by some of Warren’s boys. I decided to try the alley, approached one of the guys, and told him I was there to see Warren. He said, “I don’t know no one named Warren, now you here to do some business or if not, step the fuck off.” I shook my head and said, “Look man, Warren invited me personally for his own business, so unless you want me out here hollering his name to get his attention, maybe you could send your friend here back to tell him I am here?” The guy nodded to the runner kid, who took off, came back within a minute, nodded, and the guy let me pass. Even though it was about 3:30 p.m., the alley was fairly dark due to the tall buildings and I could see that Warren was waiting for me in the middle of the alley, with a couple other guys, all young, as I approached. He laughed and shook his head and said as he took the cigarette out of his mouth, “Well well well, if it ain’t my little white slut. Look boys, this here’s the cunt I was telling you about, what brings you down to Franklin Square?” Even though there were no windows in the backs of the buildings, I was nervous and did not really feel like talking in the middle of the alley, so asked if we could speak someplace more private. Warren looked around, smiled, nodded towards the loading dock and I followed him up the stairs. There were a couple folding chairs, a small box between them with an ashtray and a couple black dinner plates full of cigarette butts, a small college dorm sized-fridge full of beer and liquor with a big orange extension cord running to a side wall, and a small radio with a wad of aluminum foil on the end of the antenna playing mostly static with the occasional clip of music. Warren sat, pulled out a baggy, dumped some cigarette butts off a plate, poured out some lines and offered them to me along with a well used rolled up dollar bill. I sniffed the lines, felt the burn kick in and the rush and sat back and let out a big breath. Damn!! That shit made me horny just like that! Warren took a hit and I asked him, “Isn’t it kind of risky being back here? What if someone comes out of the building? What about the guards?” He snorted, wiped his nose and said, “Some of my best customers work in this building, and more close by, so prime real estate and they get all their deliveries early in the morning. The guards – shit – they just boys from the hood that they pay minimum wage to sit on their ass and walk the halls once every 2 hours. A little green, a little weed, some pussy of any flava on the side and these boys are no worry. Frankly they look out for us, part of the protection crew.” The plate was offered to me again, and I realized I wanted to be all in and not beat around the bush, so did another line as Warren asked me again, “So, why you down my way?” I looked Warren square in the eye and said, “Just trying to be a white slut for your cum, and you promised you could get me as much of it as I wanted, so how bout it BOY – you think you can get your shit up?” Warren laughed, set the plate down and walked over by a stack of wooden pallets that had been covered with old, blue moving blankets. I followed and looked behind the pallets at the pretty good-sized area that was partially enclosed by the pallets and a cinder block wall that jutted out. The area was about 15x10 feet and the concrete floor was covered by a bunch of flattened cardboard boxes with a couple more moving blankets strewn about. There were some old condoms scattered around, cigarette butts, used needles, and a bottle of rum, so this place clearly saw regular use for all kinds of shit. While I was taking this in, Warren unbuckled his jeans and as his 11-inch dick plopped out said, “Get your ass over here! I’ll show you what I got up!” I stepped closer, gave Warren a cocky smile, spit twice on his dick, and said, “Yeah yeah, all I am hearing is talk man, just talk.” Warren snarled at me while I unbuttoned my pants, dropped them around my ankles, and braced my hands on my knees. He shook his head and said, “Get those damn things off, I want you naked like a good slut should be,” Warren spat out. He then tried spitting on my hole, but hit my back. He spit in his hand instead and shoved a wet finger up my ass. “Oh yeah, feel that nice pink hole grab my finger – damn! You know what I like, now push that shit out so I can see what I get to run up in,” Warren said. He then stepped away from me and hollered, “Yo Tommy, bring my plate over to me,” and stepped back and spit and gave me two fingers. He was fingering my ass when I heard someone walk up. The other guy did not say a word, but Warren snorted, snorted again, rolled his wet fingers on the plate and coated them in white. As Warren then shoved his coated fingers in my pink hole giving me a Franklin Square Special, Tommy walked over in front of me. I glanced side ways at him as he came around and he was tall, skinny, had on jeans, Timberland boots, black t-shirt, and braids with a long, scraggly beard and a nice smile as he held out the plate for me with his right hand. I took the dollar bill, which now had a pretty wet end from going in Warren’s nose. I sniffed to lines, set the bill back and braced myself as the shit in my nose and up my hit and I was feeling good and fucked up. “Come on man, what are you doing back there? Trying to knit or what?” I said as I laughed. Warren’s other hand flashed out and SLAM, slapped my ass. “Shut the fuck up!” Warren growled. “Tommy, let me see that plate, going to get this fucker flying so you and me can get buck wild up on that hole, you hear me? He likes it shoved up his little pink hole, damn look at that!!! That pink hole gets nice and red and puckers right up tight!!! Jesus fuck! Wanna see me fuck him Tommy? Wanna see me tear up that hole? Huh Tommy? Wanna?” As Warren continued babbling to I began to wonder if this guy named Tommy was his friend that he said was locked up in the Prince George’s County jail. My ass was burning red hot now and I started to move away from Warren a little when – SLAM – he slapped ass again and said, “Damn it! Just stay the fuck where you at. I am going to so fucking beat that ass red later, but right now got a hot load of jizz to shove up your shitter. Give me that hole!” With that Warren slammed his dick into my resisting hole. His 11-inch black raw dick tore my skin as he forced through my ass ring. My ass burned more intently as his dick worked the white powder into my open hole. “Give me that black snake, come on now, just fuck it, fuck it! Make that snake spit, make it spit,” I said as I urged Warren on. “Yeah? You want that gutta snake spitting up in that ass pussy? Bruise that hole good for you? Gonna fuck rough you bitch, get you ready to make me some money, right? That what you want? I’m gonna run a train of nasty dick up deep into that ass” Warren asked. “Wanna make this money man some cash with a torn up pink pussy? Oh yeah, that’s it, push back on it, show me you want it, push back, open that hole, open that hole, TAKE MY FUCKING CUM, TAKE MY FUCKING AIDS CUM YOU FILTHY SLUT!!!! Warren bred me dirty, raw, and nasty and filled me with a hot thick load of his infected cum. He pulled out of my ass and I turned around to lick him clean, but before I could Tommy got on one knee, leaned in, and sucked Warren to the hilt without blinking. No gag reflex in that throat at all – fuck! He must have learned that happy little trick in prison. Warren saw me looking at Tommy in awe, laughed, and said, “Don’t get it twisted, Tommy here is all man and will fuck you till Sunday with a big black dick just a large as mine, but back here, he’s my bitch and I need to remind him now and again of his place.” Tommy finished cleaning Warren’s dick of my ass juice, Warren zipped up and said, “You two hang and enjoy yourselves a bit. I got some business to take care of and will send the boys out to pass the word that we looking for nasty, raw, and get-up-in-that-hole dick, so come place your order.” Warren chuckled as he said the last part and then headed down the concrete steps to meet up with the other boys. STAY TUNED FOR PART 2- Tommy the Freak and the Train Begins

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?

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

It looked like it was going to be another one of those Christmases. Family too far away to travel to with my busy schedule and even having to work on Christmas Eve. They did send me several packages though and I had sent theirs out also. Work was slow all day too as very few other places were actually doing much so my load was pretty small but had to be done. I was on several hookup sites, so at breaks, I was checking to see if there was any possibility of some play at all. I noticed 3 or 4 is all that looked promising. Checked them closer and found one that really seemed like what I wanted. He was listed as 28, 5'9" and about 165 pounds. Pics showed a decent looking guy and his cock listed at 7" cut looked really nice with a much larger head than shaft which was a turn on for me too. I sent off a message to see if he was actually available. He soon sent me back a message saying he lived out of town but was on the way here and was getting a motel room. I quickly sent him back a message telling him that if he wanted to, he could stay at my place and save the money. He went back saying it sounded good to him. We agreed to meet at a place we both knew of. After work I headed there fast. I wanted him for sure as it had been, because of work, quite some time since I had been fucked and wanted it badly. The place we met at was a little bar. I got there first and ordered a drink. Wasn't long till he showed up and we both had a drink before heading to my place. Once in the door we were all over each other. Kissing and making out and soon taking off clothes. As we disrobed, we kind of just left clothes where they fell as we stumbled down the hall to the bedroom. We tumbled onto the bed and were really all over each other then. Groping and rubbing and both moaning in the pleasure we were bringing each other. As I moved my kisses down his body, he spun around and as my mouth reached his cock, his mouth was finding mine as we were 69ing. I found that he had a lot of precum but loved the taste of it and slurped it down like I had found nectar. We kept sucking each other for what seemed like hours but was really about 10 minutes. Then he let go of my cock with his mouth and gently pulled his cock from my mouth and spinning me around on my back, threw my legs in the air and dropped his mouth onto my hole. His tongue was soon trying to pry my hole open and with a little bit more of his spit and tongue driving at me was soon getting my hole opened and his tongue into me. He kept that up for a while and then I could feel his hand there and soon a finger entering me. He pushed it in and out and all around and soon he had two and then three fingers in me as he opened my hole up good and was driving me wild. After several minutes of this, he pulled his fingers out of me and I felt the head of his cock against my hole and before I knew it the knob of his cock was in me. I loved a big mushroom head and as he sunk his cock into me I could feel the head hitting my prostate and my own cock throbbed even more than it had been doing. His entire cock was in me deep in no time it seemed and I was really enjoying the feeling. He just kind of ground his cock in me for a while and then started to pull out slowly and back in and did it just slow and easy and about drove me wild as the head of his cock was so much larger that is rubbed my prostate with every movement. I was arching my back and thrusting my ass at him on every stroke. He then started to get faster and faster and very quickly he was pounding my ass like a jackhammer. I was in ecstasy for sure. He kept fucking me hard and fast and deep and every stroke was a pure delight. It went on and on and on. My own cock could not take the sensations and after about 15 minutes of his pounding it erupted on its own without being touched. He felt it and slowed down for just a few stroked to look between us at my load which was all over both of our stomachs and smiled and told me he loved to see that happen when he fucked someone. He then picked back up the pace. He kept up a mad pace till I thought I could take it no more and my ass was drying up a little even. It still felt pretty good but the friction could not be doing the inside of my ass much good. He kept at it for another 20 minutes after I had cum before he told me to get ready and he drove into me a few more strokes like a mad man and then ground his cock in as deep as he could get and I felt it throb and could feel the heat and wetness deep in my hole as he was cumming. Fuck, I had not had that good of a fuck in a long time and told him so and he told me there was more where that came from. We rested then for a while and then he was in me again and pounding, it seemed, like even harder than before and again it went on for quite a while. He told me again, here it comes and again I could feel his cock erupt. He ended up fucking me three more times even that night before we dozed off. When I finally woke up, quite late, the next morning he was already gone. I could not believe I had slept when he got up to leave either, but then he had about fucked me silly most of the night. As I stretched and started to get up, I noticed my bed had a wet spot. Looking down I could see that a lot of cum had leaked out of me as I slept. It even had tint of pink to it. I thought, wow, he really fucked me if there is a little blood in that, which is what it looked like. I got up and headed to the bathroom with a feeling of having to sit down and did on the stool. As I sat my ass seemed to open up and I could tell something that felt like liquid running out and as I looked down to see what it was I could tell it was some of his cum and it definitely had a pink tint to it. I cleaned up and didn't think any more of it then. I went out to the living room to open my gifts as it was a fine Christmas morning and after being fucked royally all night is seemed to be a very good start to the day. I opened my presents and enjoyed every minute of it as I thought about my family and hoped they were enjoying my presents to them as well. I then headed to the kitchen to make some coffee and also decided to have a couple of pieces of toast. I got them ready and headed back to the other room to sit and relax and just enjoy looking at the tree and thinking about friends and family. I had just finished my toast and was drinking the last drops of coffee from my mug when as I was tilting my head back I noticed a piece of paper in the tree. I got up to see what the heck that was. It was folded and on the outside was the name of the guy I had spent the night with. I opened it up. He had left the note to tell me how much he had enjoyed the night before and thanked me for having him over. Then I was floored as he had written that he had just been diagnosed HIV positive about a week before and had a very high viral load. He wished me a very Merry Christmas and hoped I liked his gift to me.

OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER, YOUNG ENOUGH TO DO IT ANYWAY PART I: INVINCIBLE BEGINNING At some point all teenage boys reach a moment in which they are transformed from a normal kid into a super powered, unstoppable force…or at least something deludes them into believe that about themselves. Once it has occurred, these kids will take on daring, and even foolish risks, with no fear that they might face consequences for their actions. Most boys probably couldn’t tell you when that moment was, but Chris could pinpoint exactly when and where and what he was doing (and who) when he lost his sense of self preservation and became a daredevil willing to try anything and always looking for the next adventure to prove he was all he believed himself to be. The night in question was during his sophomore year, only hours after he’d been told he’d be starting pitcher for his varsity baseball team the next season. So excited he could barely see straight, he texted some buds and made plans to meet them behind the diamond that night to celebrate. After three or so beers that had been purchased by someone’s older sister, Chris found himself doing handstands on the top row of the bleachers. This brave and idiotic act of show-off-ery was made possible by his alcohol intake and the appearance of some girls from his English class, but soon he’d feel strong enough to do such things without anything clouding his judgement. As it turned out, the handstand were sufficiently impressive to get one of the girls to come over to him and ask what else he could do. Not even an hour passed before they’d both gotten drunk enough to climb in the back of his dad’s truck and start fucking while all their friends were only a few feet away. Drunk and loud, their moans gave away what they were up to, and drew the other girl and the boys to come over and watch. Pretty soon a chant started encouraging Chris to go faster and harder. Now Chris would remember that this went on for at least a half hour and his girl orgasmed 3 times before he finally whipped his dick out and shot copious streams of jizz across her pussy, stomach and tits. The truth was more like five minutes, one (possibly fake) orgasm, and his cock slipping out at the last second, missing her tits or cunt, and instead coating the insides of her thighs and calves. While she retrieved her panties from his radio antenna, one of his buddies secretly took a photo of the cum covering her legs and showed it to Chris. It was right then that he became a myth to his buddies and any shred of self-preservation was gone. He was convinced he could do anything, having seduced the hottie with his athletic prowess, fucked her royally with an audience cheering him on, and a photo to prove it was all as awesome as he thought it was. That night when he got home and went into his bathroom to shower off the sweat, cum and pussy juice, he stripped nude and admired himself in the mirror. For months he’d been working his ass off to get his biceps bigger, his abs tighter and his legs stronger to help his game. Smirking, he suddenly saw the resulting body in a new light, as if it was imbued with mystical properties. Another foolish teen was born that night, and no one would be able to break him of his delusions of grandeur for quite some time. Over the next year he was cock of the walk, ruling the school as only buff, tall, handsome teen varsity jocks can. He even managed to make honor role first semester, which got him an offer to join an Honors track in the spring. With nothing to fear, he accepted without a second thought, and continued to spend his time perfecting his physique and juggling three girls. Once baseball season started in February, Chris was starting to realize that his honors classes might not have been the best idea. Midterms would be right around the same time as the first game, and so far Chris was barely finding the time to study enough for a ‘C’ average between practice and his workouts. Still he figured it would all work out just fine even when his teachers began pointing out that he was getting dangerously close to dropping below a ‘C’ which would keep him off the list for academic eligibility. Finally his coach pulled him aside after practice one night and mentioned some rumors that Chris might be off the team if he didn’t get his grades back up, and some fear kicked in. The next weekend, Chris cancelled his dates and spent the whole weekend studying and writing papers. During the week he began doing homework at lunch and between classes, and even used study hall for its intended purpose. His grades began to pick up, but now the coach was riding him for not playing as well. Friday’s practice was worst of the week, and Chris found himself barely able to focus with all the stuff he was freaking out about. Too wired to go home, he decided to drive over to his family’s athletic club and get in some time on his arms and try to figure out what he was doing wrong. An hour passed while Chris worked different weight machines to pump up his arms, but he was still distracted by all the work he had to do. So much so he accidentally loaded 20 lbs more than his top weight, and almost killed himself on the first press. Out of nowhere appeared a tall toned white guy covered in tattoos who jumped in to spot him and helped get the weight readjusted. Chris sat up to thank the guy, and found out he was one of the personal trainers at the club, Freddy. They chatted as the lifted and walked into the locker room together as Chris explained that with all he had to get done, there just wasn’t enough time during the week to do it and be well rested and ready for practice. “What if I could make the weekend longer?” Freddy asked, lowering his voice and leaning in closer. Chris asked what he meant and found out that Freddy had some stuff at his house that would allow Chris to stay up all night Friday and Saturday, get his work done for the week, and not make him groggy afterwards. Chris agreed without asking anything about what the stuff was or what it did. He was so excited about the idea of being able to get everything done that he didn’t notice Freddy checking him out as they showered. Inside Freddy’s apartment, Chris was offered a drink, but declined in favor of getting the stuff he needed to help study. He figured on the short drive over that it was probably caffine pills like truckers use, but he wasn’t sure if he could take those since technically the school could check for drugs at any point, even though they always did it Friday after school. He tried to hide his shock when Freddy returned to the living room in nothing but a pair of baggy bball shorts and a cap, with a small glass piper and lighter in one hand and a tiny bag of something resembling the rocks Chris grew in chemistry class the year before. Chris watched as Freddy explained that the stuff in the bag was called ‘Tina’ and was used to fight fatigue, as well as a few other things. Chris inquired as to why he needed the pipe and when Freddy started to show him, Chris objected quickly. “I don’t do drugs man, can’t risk it.” He said, losing some of his posture unconsciously from the disappointment of realizing there was no miracle way to stay up without chancing an ‘f’ on a piss test. “If any of this shit is detectable on a UA, then I would be fucked if it was still in my piss by Friday.” “No sweat man,” Freddy responded while loading some of the rocks into the glass bowl. “This stuff burns clean and is out of your system in 2, 3 days tops. Plus it won’t show on any UA for sports enhancing drugs or opiates.” Assuming that meant that the ‘tina’ wasn’t a drug, Chris spirits rose, but he remained wary, asking if there were any side effects or if it was addictive. “It can be addictive if you aren’t able to handle it properly,” Freddy said as he measured some of his baggie into an even smaller bag. “but you’re a big dude and you don’t look like one of those pussy bitches who can’t drink or smoke without ending up strung out on the side of the road somewhere. As for side effects, it just hypes you up and gets you running on overdrive, which can sometimes make you really thirsty or horny, kinda like a really good work out but with no fatigue after.” Chris’ sense of invulnerability over-rode all the ‘don’t do drugs’ lectures he’d heard over and over again in school and scouts, convincing him he could handle it in small doses. After all, no one was ever hooked after just one hit right? Wrong. Freddy asked him if he wanted to try it out, but Chris hesitated for one more second as he tried to decide if he was really willing to do this to get his stuff done. “Up to you man,” Freddy shrugged and pocketed the baggie and went to take a hit off the pipe himself. “I just need to know if you want this or if I should save it for the college chic I got on her way here. She loves smoking this and riding any cock in the room, so maybe I should save it for her anyway.” The idea that some girl could handle it and he was hesitating made Chris realize that it was time to man up. There was also the image of some co-ed tits bouncing as a girl rode his dick that had him wondering if he could use this as an excuse to hang around take a turn. He stopped Freddy and said he was ready to try it. Since he’d never seen a pipe like this before, Freddy offered to help him by lighting it for his first few hits. Instructing him to wait to inhale until Freddy gave him the signal, Chris sat as close to Freddy as he could. The tattoo’d taller, older guy held the pipe to Chris’ lips and flicked the lighter until it lit under the clear glass bowl. Crackling could be heard as Chris noticed the crystals melting and smoke beginning to billow in the round enclosure. From the weed pipes he’d smoked, Chris assumed the hole on top was a carb, but didn’t say anything since Freddy left it uncovered. Once some whisps of clean white smoke began to seep from the hole, Freddy said “now.” Inhaling deep into his lungs, Chris was surprised that he wasn’t tasting the smoke like he had when he’d smoked pot before. ‘must be due this being a cleaner burning substance or something,’ he thought, until he began to exhale and coughed really hard. Freddy laughed and asked if he was okay and Chris nodded. Taking another hit, Freddy handed Chris the bowl and told him to try it that time while Freddy retrieved water for the two of them. Chris had an easier time on that hit and wondered how long it would take to kick in. Just as Freddy came back with the waters, Chris got his answer in the form of a huge head rush and a wave of heat flowing over him. Now he understood why Freddy had stripped to his shorts. They continued passing back and forth the pipe while Freddy listened to him drone on and on about how amazing he felt. Once the bowl was finished, Freddy told Chris to strip down to his boxers if he was too warm, which Chris went ahead and did, with all the confidence of a boy his age. He didn’t even worry about getting hard when the extremely sexy 22 yr old girl showed up and smoked with them. By the time they’d smoked another bowl, Chris was concerned that he wasn’t getting hard, but kept his mouth shut since he was enjoying the 22yr old fingering her pussy and Sucking Freddy’s large dick. Within minutes of starting, her cunt got slippery, then sloppy and finally she creamed all over the couch cushion when Chris worked up the courage to reach over and stroke her pussy lips. Still, Chris couldn’t get any response from his dick. When the girl left, he asked Freddy, and he explained that it was a common side effect and if he decided to come back for more “study helpers” the next night, that Freddy would toss in a Viagra just in case. Confused, but wired, Chris left the apartment and went home, where he spent the next 6 hours pounding out a term paper, two research papers, and a set of flash cards for his midterms that week. Around 7 am, he was fading and went into his pocket for some more tina. Immediately he realized he had no pipe and no lighter. Whipping out his phone, he texted Freddy and prayed he was awake. By 8, Chris was back at Freddy’s door, and was greeted by the tattoo’d dealer’s naked body, semi-hard cock, and a nasty gangbang video playing on the tv. He was so distracted by his need for a pipe that it took him a minute to realize there was another guy there, around Freddy’s age, but shorter, around Chris’ height, and very muscly. He stammered and tried not to stare as the two men absent mindedly jerked their rods while he told them what he needed. The buff shorter guy laughed and told him to go buy one at the Mexican market on the corner, but Freddy stopped him and said he would give him one as part what he owed for the tina. Chris asked what he meant, and Freddy explained that tina was not free, and told him the bag he’d left with earlier was worth $30, and he’d toss in the Viagra he’d promised, a pipe and a lighter for another $10. All the money from Chris’ wallet added up to $38, and the change from his car got him another $1.57 closer, which Freddy graciously accepted on the condition that “next time you bring the cash before I give you the goods.” All Saturday, through the afternoon and evening, Chris was working at full speed, sneaking into the bathroom and locking the door periodically, in order to be sure he could take a few puffs without his parents catching him. As promised, the tina was life-changing, allowing Chris to stay focus and on task all day so he was done with all his work by midnight. With that, he booted up his laptop and hunted through some porn online so he could celebrate. Try as he might, even his favorite videos did nothing to help him become erect. Frustrated, he fished the little blue pill out of his pocket and gulped it down. He wondered if Freddy and the other guy had taken one, since they seemed to have no issues getting hard when he was there. Suddenly he realized he had no idea why the two of them were stroking together with no sign of a female anywhere and no mention of any coming over. A brief thought that they were fags crossed his mind, but he dismissed it as quickly as it arrived, reminding himself that Freddy fed his dick to the college girl right in front of him the night they met. Perhaps they were jerk off buddies like he and his friend Nick had been in middle school. It seemed weird that they’d continued as adults, but he forgot all about it when he looked down and found his own dick was now fully hard. Assuming it was from the slutty blonde getting a facial on the computer screen, he began to stroke and think of all the girls he’d been blowing off the last few weeks. One hand on his cock, he reached with his other hand for his phone and texted the girl who lived closest and asked if she wanted to come over. Imagining her taking a hit from his pipe before letting him use her slit, he felt his balls tightening already. Pausing to take another hit off his new pipe, he prayed for a pussy. Mere moments passed before the girl he’d texted sent a response saying: just got home from party. Come over and letz fuck. The sex was better than he ever could have imagined, even with a half-asleep drunk girl who didn’t want to do anything other than missionary. When he pulled out and shot his load on her pussy lips, she smiled and rolled over. She was out before his breathing returned to normal, and he was already figuring out how he was going to make $30 bucks that week to get more tina. PART II: UNSTOPPABLE ADDICTION Nine weeks had come and gone since that first night partying, and Chris had spent every weekend high as a kite. His grades were safely in the ‘B’ range and his performance on the team had never been better. He’d even managed to lose the baby fat around his waist with the help of the drugs, giving him an even more enviable form. In that time, he’d run through all his birthday money, he allowance, his gas money, and had even taken to selling some of his comic books from when he was younger, all to support his new habit. What began as a $30 bag and the occasional puff through the day was now $100 a weekend and a constant intake of meth. Days he spent at home locked in his room behind a combo lock he installed himself, nights he snuck over to Freddy’s apartment and smoked and jerked and hung out naked, occasionally enjoying a left over girl from Freddy’s customers. Recently Freddy was kicking him out more and more often, which required Chris to schedule hook ups with girls and friends at bizarre hours. He was loving every drugged minute of it, and had become totally okay with spending hours in the buff with Freddy and random friends and customers he had over now and then. Finals came just in time for the money to run out, and Chris was panicked when he asked Freddy what to do. “You remember the guy you met the first weekend we hung out?” Chris nodded. “Well he has mentioned you a few times since then and I bet he’d be down to spot you some cash if you’d be down to let him suck you off.” “Seriously? He’s a fag? Seemed so…normal. I dunno man. I’m not into gay shit. I just really need this for one more week.” Chris was already aching for a puff when Freddy explained that he could pretend it was a girl and keep his eyes closed the whole time. Glancing over to the coffee table, Chris saw Freddy’s pipe laying out and his eyes glazed at the thought of being high again. He nodded okay. No sooner had Freddy gotten off the phone with the guy and told Chris to use his shower really quickly. Chris was now including some extra cleansing of his balls, ass and hole when he showered, since the tina had a tendency to make him empty his bowels. He’d just finished verifying there was nothing left inside him and getting washed when Freddy knocked and told him the guy was there, stripping nude and eagerly dropping to his knees in front of the chair where Freddy directed Chris to sit. The dude wasted no time and immediately began to suck as best he could, but it was no use since Chris was only thinking about getting high. Freddy suggested they smoke a bowl and gave Chris a Viagra to help him out. Once the smoke hit his lungs, Chris felt the high he needed and was able to turn his attention to the tv screen where an asain girl was taking two black dicks in either end. It turned out that the man was an excellent cock sucker, so good that Chris forgot who was doing it and grabbed his hair and started pounding his dick down the man’s throat and saying things like “take my fucking cock” and “I’m gonna feed you my cum bitch!” Sure enough, the next stroke was all it took for Chris to shoot load after load down the throat of a man he barely knew. As the euphoria wore off, he looked down and was disgusted to see the masculine face as it licked his shaft and balls. He pushed the man off and hurriedly got dressed, only pausing before leaving to get the tina he needed. PART III: INESCAPABLE OUTCOME Finals and the end of the baseball season went off with no problems, and Chris decided he was going to stop smoking now that he no longer needed to do it for his grades. Friday came and he was doing okay until he received a video message on his phone from Freddy. The clip was the college girl he’d met at Freddy’s apartment, and she was taking a hit from Freddy’s pipe totally nude. Never in his life had he wanted something so badly, and he couldn’t figure out if he wanted the pipe or the girl more. Since classes ended with finals, Chris rushed the last half of the last essay on his lit final, before tossing it on the teacher’s desk on his way out the door. On the way to Freddy’s apartment, he called the dealer and explained that he was still broke, but Freddy told him not to worry about it, because he had a friend coming over that was willing to share. When the other guy finally arrived, Chris had the co-ed on her back on the couch, with her legs over his shoulders and his cock ramming her pussy as hard as he could. He told Freddy how impressed he was by his own staying power since he’d been inside her for at least 20 minutes by then with no sign of cumming, and Freddy just laughed. “That’s because the pepsi I gave you to wash down the Viagra had some g in it,” Freddy mentioned like it was nothing. Chris looked concerned. “Don’t sweat it bro. G is ghb, all of us have some in our drinks. It is just like taking a couple shots.” Once the other guy started stripping, the girl declared that she needed a break and they all sat around and smoked a large bowl. Chris was so hard he was practically humming when his female fuck-partner got a text and apologized, explaining that her roommate was locked out and she needed to go give her the keys to their room. Promising to be back soon as she got dressed, she stopped only to stroke Chris’ cock a few times, before slipping on her shoes on her way out the door. “FUCK!” Chris shouted when she left. “I really need to fuck her! I am so fucking horny man!” “Chill Chris,” Freddy advised him, handing him a freshly loaded bowl. “Why don’t we each do another shot of G so we can calm down a little and by the time the bitch gets back, you’ll be ready for round two.” They all agreed and Freddy dashed into the kitchen to get the g. “I’m Steve, by the way,” the other man spoke up, sitting across the sofa from Chris, in only a jockstrap and his sneakers. “Guess I forgot to introduce myself before sucking you off last week.” “No worries,” Chris responded, awkwardly. “I’m Chris.” Freddy returned with three small shot glasses each filled about half full. Chris said they were wimps if that’s all it took, but both guys chuckled and told him to wait and see how he felt once he drank it. Sliding it back, he gagged at the god-awful flavor and almost threw up, eliciting more laughs from the other guys. Assuming they didn’t choke because they were used to it, it didn’t occur to him that it was actually because their glasses had water in them instead. Within minutes Chris’ vision was getting blurry and he felt himself start to fade into a state of semi-awareness. He remembered thinking he should be worried when Freddy moved to Steve’s side and the two of them started whispering back and forth, but he couldn’t seem to find the energy or will power to question them. As the tv became too difficult to make out, Steve got up and went out on the balcony to make a phone call. “How about we move into the guest bedroom so we can watch porn on the big screen?” Freddy suggested once Steve was out of ear shot. The high school boy agreed amicably and stood up too quickly, falling right back on his butt. Luckily the high from the pipe and the g was making him easy going, so he just laughed and let Freddy help him up. Inside the bedroom, he tried to object as Freddy stripped them both naked and placed Chris next to him in bed, but every time he opened his mouth, Freddy would stick the pipe in front of him and feed him another hit off of it. He soon forgot to protest when the tv began playing a very hot porn featuring a girl who looked a lot like the college girl from earlier, getting plowed in her ass by a tall tattoo covered tan guy who Chris swore looked almost identical to Freddy. Reaching for his cock, Chris discovered Freddy was already playing with it. “I’m nat a fig brew.” Chris slurred. “What?” Freddy asked, sliding his other hand between Chris’ legs to stroke and tickle the balls and asshole. “I’m…not a fag. Bro.” Chris struggled to focus, making his word come slower and more clearly. “Who said you were Chris?” Freddy replied before bending down and engulfing his buddies cock with his mouth. Chris moaned and tried to push Freddy away, but once he felt the dealer’s lips against his pelvis, he moaned and relaxed enough that moments later, he was passed out. Looking up at the nude, ripped teen boy in the bed, Freddy let the stiff post-pubescent cock fall from his mouth, which curled into a smile. Hopping up, he leaned out the door and motioned to Steve, who ended his call, came back inside and climbed onto the bed next to Chris’ head. Together they readjusted Chris until his ass was at the foot of the bed and Steve was kneeling over his head, pinning the boy’s arms beneath his muscular thighs. Freddy chuckled quietly as he applied some lube to his fingers and work one, then two and finally a third one into the teen’s tight virgin ass. As the third one slipped in, Chris began to stir and Steve tensed his legs to keep the boy’s arms still. Withdrawing from the boyhole, Freddy was pleasantly surprised to find Chris’ ass as clean inside as it was outside. Showing Steve, the two of them made some quiet jokes about what a good little slut they’d found, doucheing before they used ‘her.’ “Time for a little wake up call,” Freddy whispered, pulling out a syringe with no needle, a small cup of water and some of his tina. He put a large crystal of the drug into the syringe then reinserted the plunger and used it to suck up some water. Not enough to make a mess, but enough to dissolve the rock with a little shaking and swirling. Once neither one could see the crystal, Freddy lubed the syringe and slowly slid it in the ass where he had just had his fingers. As soon as it was in as far as it could go, freddy pushed down on the plunger and emptied the liquid into Chris’ ass. “Baby’s first booty bump,” Steve said, laughing. The two men watched as the drugs took effect, reviving the boy slowly. Five minutes passed before they figured it was in his blood stream, then Freddy pulled out the syringe and leaned down over the teen’s body. Lifting the boy’s legs over his forearms, he moved his erect cock in until the lubed head was pressed against the virgin cunt. “Open your eyes ball boy,” the dealer said softly but in a commanding tone. Chris was dreaming that his math teacher was on her knees sucking his balls while his French teacher ate his ass with her bright red lips, and he wasn’t happy to respond to the male voice demanding he awaken, but he did anyway. Fluttering eyelids gave way to one and then two pupils, followed by some blinking before Chris finally became fully awake and looked up puzzled. For a few seconds, it didn’t register what was happening to him, until he managed to look a little further down his chest and caught sight of a tattooed torso between his thighs. Dawning on the fact that it was a set of male abs and pecs bent over him, his eyes shot wide open and he began to struggle. Steve and Freddy laughed at the feeble attempt to escape, since the boy was still on enough g that all he could really do was shake his head back and forth and wiggle his hips. “Get off of me mother fucker!” Spat the teen trying to gather enough strength to get an arm free. “what the fuck are you doing?” “Nothing much,” Freddy said, beginning to add pressure to the hole with his large, leaking cock. “I just want you to be awake when I make you a man.” “Fuck you queer!” Came the reply from the baseball boy, which did nothing but anger his rapists. Freddy dropped a thigh and smacked the teen’s face. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but with enough to force to shut the boy up and make him tremble slightly. “The only queer here,” The dealer said, sneering at his victim and lifting the leg back over his arm. “Is you bitch. I knew from the moment you smoked the very first bowl with me that you were a no-good faggot cock-sucking whore, and now I’m gonna prove it. Hold onto your panties.” Suddenly Freddy reared back and slammed his hips and cock forward, pushing half his engorged dick past the boy’s tight outer sphincter. Chris screamed like an 11yo falling off his bike, and slammed his eyes shut. Freddy motioned to Steve, who reached back on the bed and picked up Freddy’s discarded jockstrap, shoving it in the boy’s mouth. Freddy reared back again, withdrawing until only the head was still in the boy’s butt, and slammed forward a second time, until ¾ of his cock was inside. Another scream, muffled by the jock, came shooting out of the teen’s throat, as well as some sobs and tears. Pulling out again, the third slam saw the huge tattooed man’s meat make it all the way in, pushing past a second sphincter and causing one pitiful cry from the boy before he passed out. Minutes later the boy returned to consciousness, but somehow he was no longer in pain from the dick in his ass. Instead the sharp knife stabbing his insides had transformed into a warm ache and something else, something suspiciously like…pleasure. He heard moaning and grunting as he opened his eyes again and found Freddy ramming his ass full speed. With each driving thrust, the dealer added another guttural sound of pleasure, explaining the grunts he heard, but Steve was no longer kneeling over him, so where were the moans coming from? Shame filled the boy’s head when it dawned on him that he was the one moaning, from the pleasure of having his ass reamed. With no Steve above him, his arms were free to fight. Raising them, Chris expected them to push against his rapist, but as the cock inside him slid in and out of his no-longer virginal asshole, it rubbed something that caused tiny orgasms to shoot through the teen’s body, and made his arms reach out and pull the dealer’s hips against him harder. “Look who’s up,” Freddy said, bending down and kissing the teen. “And it looks like he’s enjoying himself.” Chris kept his mouth shut at first, which frustrated his fucker. Freddy slammed the boy especially hard, making Chris’ mouth pop open in a yelp, allowing the taller man’s tongue to slip inside the boy’s mouth and rape that as well. Once their tongues began wrestling, every last ounce of resistance faded from the youngster, and he became a willing participant as Freddy proceeded to fuck him on his belly, on his side, doggy style and finally on his back again when he was getting close to finishing. “You want me to cum in you bitch?” Freddy asked, his forehead resting against the boy’s. “Please don’t” Chris whimpered, part of him wanting the man to go ahead anyway. “Then I’ll stop fucking you.” Freddy threatened, pulling almost the whole way out of the boy. Chris cried out, hating the empty feeling and throwing his hands out to pull the man back into his ass. “That’s what I thought,” the tattooed top said laughing, resuming his full force fuck into the teen. “So I’ll ask you again. You want me to cum in you bitch? Want me to cum in you now and again tomorrow and again every day from now on until you’re nothing but a used up cunt full of sperm and shame? Tell me what you want!!” “I want…” Chris stopped himself, but Freddy slammed as hard and deep into him as he could, forcing the boy to continue. “I want you to cum in me.” “Good cause here…I…CUM!” Chris felt the cock inside him swell as his rapist slammed a dozen more times harder and deeper than he had yet and suddenly he could just tell that the man was cumming. The tight tattooed abs rubbing his own teen cock and the stiff giant cock in his hole, stimulating him in places he’d never felt before, joined together to make the teen shoot 1, 2, 3,…a dozen shots of thick, ropy boyjizz against the two male chests. Both men breathed hard and fast as they emptied their balls together, until both were finished and Freddy collapsed onto Chris, making out with the teen as their sweat and cum rolled off of them onto the bedspread. “hot damn.” Steve said, stepping out of the shadows with a camera in his hand. Chris’ gut dropped as he realized the two men had just taped, possibly even broadcasted his rape. “This oughta be enough to make sure you come back for more.” Chris felt the shame stream back into his mind as he stood in the shower, washing himself with boiling hot water. Tears fell from his eyes as he realized Steve was right. He had no choice now. If he didn’t want the men to release the tape or show his parents or get him kicked out of school, he’d have to do what they said, when they said. His feeling of being invincible was over, replaced by a mix of fear, resignation and excitement. Drying off, he walked back into the guest room and laid down without a fight. Steve started moving between the boy’s legs and lubed up his own cock for round two, and Chris knew there was nothing he could do but take the man’s cock, and any other cock they wanted him to take. He was theirs now.

Booty Bump at 30,000 Feet from the Air Marshals– “Do you feel OK? You don’t look so good,” asked the stewardess - damn, fucking, perky stewardess in her little blue uniform and perfectly coiffed hair. Fucking Dutch, and at this hour of night! How can they all be so pretty and so nice? I was on board a KLM 747 flight at 30,000 feet somewhere over the Atlantic for an overnight flight. The plane was practically empty and I was able to get three seats to myself near the back where I could suffer in peace, but I had a Tina hangover to beat hell and had gotten up and stepped into the back to ask the stewardess for more water. Just six hours earlier I had been at the apartment of a local dealer with his big black 10-inch dick buried in my ass filling me with cum. Raw, rough, and nasty was his motto and he made me pay for the Tina with my ass and the Benjamins. I had not eaten in over two days, had been flying high, drinking, and had taken several raw dicks up my ass, three of which were anonymously at the dealer’s place. As we wrapped up, the dealer came in me and passed out. I pissed in his Tina-crusted toilet and stumbled home only to find a message on my phone from my boss saying I had to leave immediately to cover an important business trip to Asia for a colleague who’s wife decided to have her baby early. SHIT! I was so fucking high, had been partying non-stop, and was in no condition to do anything, but I needed my job, so quickly packed my bag, did several lines to get me going, and headed to the airport, my ass dripping with cum and my hole twitching for dick, secretly hoping TSA would want to frisk me down in a private room. “I’m fine,” I answered grumpily, “I just had a long week,” as I shakily took the water the stewardess offered and leaned against the bulkhead trying to steady my wobbly legs. What I really needed was more crystal and some beer, and more dick. I slowly paced back and forth at the back of the plane, sipping my water as the stewardesses did a final walk through picking up trash from the last beverage service. The cabin lights were down, most folks were asleep, but I was wired and horned. I had been at the back for about twenty minutes when a tall, handsome man walked into the area and instead of heading right into the bathroom, leaned against the bulkhead opposite of me, crossed his arms, and calmly said in a voice that seemed too loud, “So what are you on?” Fuck – how did he know? “Umm….nothing man, don’t know…what you are talking about,” I managed as I took another sip of water. He then took two steps, got right in front of me, casually looked around and said, “I expect an honest answer BOY. I asked you what you were on, and don’t try to lie to me again.” He then slowly pulled a black wallet out of his back pocket, flipped it open, showed me his big, gold US Federal Air Marshal badge, closed it, slid it back in his pocket, cocked his head, and waited for me to reply. Holy fuck! An Air Marshal! I instinctively tried to take a step back but was already pressed against the bulk head. I nervously looked around trying to find an escape route, then realized I was on a god damn plane, where the fuck was I going to go. I hung my head a little, looked up giving him my best puppy-dog eyes look and said, “Come on man, I’m not doing anything wrong, I just don’t feel good okay.” He reached out, patted my shoulder with big powerful hands and said, “Okay, so lets chat a bit. These long flights get pretty boring and I could use a good distraction.” I got increasingly fidgety as the Air Marshal stood way too close to me for my tastes and began to talk about jack shit. The weather, the Nationals baseball team, I don’t know. I barely focused on what he said as I was becoming so nervous and every time another passenger came back to use a bathroom or a stewardess was around I just knew – just knew they could all tell I was fucked up. “Right?” the Air Marshal asked. Fuck, what was he talking about? I just nodded and decided it was time to make my escape and tried to push my way past him. His left had shot out, grabbed my right arm, he stepped as close as possible and said, “I think I can help you out,” as he pressed his right hand against my chest. I looked down, he slowly tilted his palm to the side to show a small baggy full of white powder. My eyes got wide, I licked my lips and instinctively wiped my nose. The Marshal smiled, stepped back, opened one of the metal drawers along the back wall, pulled out a juice box, tore off the plastic encased straw, and handed it to me along with the baggy. He nodded towards the bathroom at the rear, I was shaking as I took the baggy, the straw, and looked at him warily as I entered the bathroom and closed the door. This bathroom was a little bigger than the others and while I had to piss, was too nervous. I shakily opened the baggy, took the straw, and snorted the powder up my nose. FUCK THAT BURNED! It felt like Tina, but more intense, or maybe I was just so tired, I don’t know, but a few more snorts and I was feeling much better. I stepped out of the bathroom and found the Air Marshal speaking with a stewardess in a low voice. She nodded, stepped back into the cabin, closing the curtain behind her. “I’m sorry to tell you I think you are getting sick and need to be quarantined,” he said with a smile and evil glint in his eyes. “Please step back into the bathroom.” I paused, what the hell was this? Was he busting me now? I backed into the airplane bathroom, the Air Marshal right behind me. He closed and slid the lock on the door, held out his hand, and I placed the baggy in it along with the straw. The Air Marshal opened the baggy, held it up, I tentatively took the straw and snorted a couple more times, then looked in the mirror to wipe off any white on my nostril. He then licked his finger, stuck it in the baggy, then said, “Drop your pants and bend over.” I started to protest, he glowered and said, “I only ask once.” I undid my denim shorts, dropped them to the floor, bent over the toilet and waited, my legs shaking from nervousness and the rush of powder. The Air Marshal took his left hand and pulled my cheek aside, then roughly shoved his coated finger into my hole. I pulled away as it hurt and burned, but he drove his finger as deep as he could and then worked it around, pulled it out, and repeated the process. When he pulled his finger out the second time I heard him suck it clean and as I tried to stand up he said, “Did I say to move?” I stayed bent over, the Air Marshal dropped his pants, his belt buckle banging against the plastic wall as it fell to the floor. I took a deep breath and waited and soon felt his raw dick pushing against my coated hole. The Air Marshal roughly grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back sharply as he thrust his dick into my ass. “OUCH!” I cried out as his big dick ripped into my ass. His other hand then covered my mouth as he began to pump my ass raw and saying, “I knew you were a little drug fag the moment I saw you. This is what you want isn’t it BOY? Huh? You better shut the fuck up and take this dick!” I just grunted as the Air Marshal’s raw dick opened my hole up and after a few minutes the mix of drugs and being fucked took over. I bent forward, pushed my ass back and up, and through my grunts begged him to fuck me deep. “Here it comes BOY, want this load? Want this load? UGH,” the Air Marshal grunted as he bred my ass, filling my Tina coated hole with his hot cum. He was so fucking deep up my ass that when he yanked it out my guts went with him. My muffled cry of OUCH was lost in his hand as he turned me around, I sat down on the airplane toilet seat, took his wet and slimy dick in my mouth, and licked him clean, tasting the tang of Tina and more. The Air Marshal strained to get his still semi-hard dick into his pants, buttoned up, pointed a finger at me with the instruction, “YOU – stay right there and leave this door unlocked,” before he backed out of the bathroom door. The cold plastic of the toilet seat eased the hot burning in my hole and about thirty-seconds later there was a knock at the door. Before I could grab the handle it was opened and another man stepped in. He was much older than the first and did not seemed at all surprised to find me sitting there and did not back out once he did. He calmly slid the lock on the door and said, “My colleague says you are not feeling so well and asked me to give you some of this.” In his hand was the baggy of white powder and the straw, so I shrugged, grabbed them and greedily snorted as much as I could. GOD DAMN THAT BURNED MY NOSE!!! The new guy chuckled, unbuckled his dress pants, and out slid a nice, LONG dick. He took the baggy back, pinched some powder between his fingers, sprinkled it on his dick and said, “I think you missed some.” I quickly started to lick and slurp on that big meat, loving the taste of the Tina and of his uncut dick. I don’t think he had washed in days as he had a ring of slime and crust around under his foreskin around the head that was foul, pungent, and delicious nectar for a cum pig like me! As soon as he was hard I stood up, turned around, bent over, and showed him my freshly fucked hole. He wasted no time and was rougher than the first guy as he shoved his long dick in as deep and as hard as he could. As soon as his raw dick was balls deep, I moved my feet together, squeezed my hole, and pushed my ass back and said, “FUCK ME.” He didn’t say a word as he grabbed my ass and started to long dick my cum filled hole. It took him a while to shoot, but when he did, cum started to drip out of my hole onto the bathroom floor. Once his dick started to go soft, he slid it out, stuffed it into his shorts, not letting me lick him clean as I wanted much to my frustration. He buckled up his pants and said, “Come on.” I pulled my pants up and followed him out of the bathroom, wondering what would happen if anyone saw us. No one was there though, except the Air Marshal who had fucked me. He and the new guy exchanged a few words, then the new guy said, “Come on,” as he pulled the curtain to the cabin back and started walking down the aisle. I walked past the Air Marshal who grabbed my arm and said, “Grab your bag and shit, take it with you.” So I stopped at my seat, got my stuff from the overhead bin, and walked fast down the aisle to catch up with the older guy. We headed to the front of the plane and I was surprised again at how few people there seemed to be on this flight as we headed up the stairs to the top deck of the 747. Once upstairs, the old guy pointed to a seat near the back and said, “Sit.” He then walked forward and I saw him speaking to the steward, who looked back at me, then nodded, and was soon rousing the two passengers at the front of the cabin. I heard him use the words ‘medical situation’ and before I knew it, they were standing up, grabbing their stuff, and heading down the stairs with the steward in tow. As I watched them leave, I turned and the older guy was now standing over me with badge in hand, “Like you’ve been told, you are sick and need to be quarantined, so now we have some privacy. My partner and I have a pretty good idea of how to make you feel better, but you need to do exactly as we say?” I just nodded as the Air Marshal unzipped his pants, stepped in my row in front of my seat, his hands on the back of my seat, facing the stairway as his long dick was now inches from my face. I immediately put his dick in my mouth and started to suck him, then with his right hand he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it onto his dick making me gag. My eyes teared up while I tried to deep throat him, my gut gurgling and throat making small choking noises. I opened my eyes and noticed someone was standing beside us and sputtered and spit as I pulled off his dick. The Air Marshal laughed, “Don’t worry about Clinton, he’s just waiting his turn.” Clinton turned out to be the steward who escorted the passengers downstairs and he was standing there rubbing his dick through his pants like he was trying to start a fire. He was not my type at all – skinny and nelly looking, but hell, any dick was good dick. The Air Marshal scooted to the side, flipped up the arm between the seats, told me to drop my shorts, and as I did he positioned himself with his back to the airplane window, his dick pointing to the aisle. Once I had my shorts down he pushed me forward I had one knee on the seat, my face towards the aisle and Clinton, and the Air Marshal between me and the window with him angling his dick into my wet hole. I arched my back as his dick popped into my hole. The angle was awful, but then he put one knee up on the seat behind me and it was a fairly good position. Clinton now had his dick out, so I started to suck on him while the Air Marshal rough fucked my hole and bred me with another load. As soon as he was done he pulled out, scooted out into the aisle and started pulling up his pants. Clinton was standing there with a still hard dick looking like he did not know what to do. “I got the watch, use the bathroom,” the Air Marshal said so I pulled up my shorts and followed Clinton to the bathroom. His dick was not as big and he shot in my ass pretty quick, but four loads – from raw dick up my ass – was not bad. I made it back to my new seat, Clinton and the Air Marshal exchanged a few words, the Marshal came over, held out his hand with the baggy and said, “Snort up. We plan to enjoy this flight so this if for you. And for me, well these little blue pills work fucking wonders.” I spent the rest of the flight to Amsterdam getting fucked by the two Air Marshals and once more by Clinton, the steward. When we arrived in Amsterdam the Marshals escorted me off the plane first, keeping up the ‘quarantine’ rouse, and took me right on through customs and out of the airport. I ended up missing my connecting flight and the rest of my trip as the Marshals had seven days of vacation planned in Amsterdam and had booked a room at the Black Tulip Hotel. I had never heard of the place but agreed to go with them for 'only one night’. It was not until we were in the room and I saw the sling and leather bed spread that I realized what they truly might have in store for me.

It was Friday night the day before Halloween I was cruising the personal ads on Craigslist I had not been with a guy in almost a year I been in a long term relationship with a girl since right before Christmas last year so I was trying to be the good boyfriend and be faithful to her that all went out the window a few days ago when I found out she had been cheating on me for the past 2 months so I was looking for someone to have some fun with hadn't been looking long when I saw ad "Looking for a third for a hot fun Threesome m4m." I clicked the ad it described a mid fortys guy who is white guy 6 foot 2 bald head and a blonde goatee thick 8 inch uncut cock. And other guy was 33 black guy who was versatile 6 foot 1 175 lbs with a 9 inch cut cock. After reading I was definitely interested so I fired off a email telling my stats which were "5'9 155 lbs bottom with Brown hair blue eyes 6 1/2 inch cut cock." A few min later I got a reply it was a picture of them standing side by side both cocks hanging soft but they were both fucking hung underneath the picture it had a phone number saying text us a pic so I text a body pic and a cock pic and a picture of my backside in mirror showing my ass to them. We text back and forth for a little while I told them I loved sucking and deepthroating they asked how I felt about black guys and I told them interracial was one of my turnons. In reality all I had been able to think about for past few days was a black guy. The guy my girl had been cheating on me with was a black dude I had only seen a couple times in my life he had sold me and her weed a couple times the thought of him plowing her pussy wouldn't leave my brain. I told them the truth i had never been with black guy I had only been with 2 guys ever and both were mid age white guys with very average dicks. "Do you want to party with us? " (I had No idea there definition of party.) I replied sure have you got a place I don't like drinking and driving.They replied with a hotel address and room number I looked it up they were nearly an hour from my place. I said cool I will get showered and be there around 8 so I showered shaved all my pubes and my nuts and shaved my asshole and butt cheeks smooth done 2 water enemas and then sprayed the two melon douches (my girl had left under the sink) up into my hole and let them drain out not seeing anything but clear I knew I was completely clean I put on jeans and button up long sleeve and headed there way stopped at pharmacy and grabbed a box of trojans variety pack drove all way there excited and nervous as hell I get there knocked on door.I saw white guy first standing completely naked in front of me and black guy was sitting nude on 1 of the 2 queen sized beds with a laptop in front of him playing porn. I felt my shirt unbuttoned as the white guy started stripping me he said take off your pants my face turned red as I unzipped them and they fell to the floor I hadn't wore my boxers but instead wore a tiny pink and blue thong that was hers they both looked and black guy said he wants fucked bad as the guy in front me said are you gonna be our slut for the night I said in a quite voice "yes" he said good pouring me a double shot of wild turkey turk 101 I downed it gagging a little as I swallowed it and he poured me another and said can you handle another I took a breath and down it went he started running his hand over his cock it was first good look I got of it he had so much girth he was about as big around as my wrist and he kept pushing the head out of his foreskin it was big as hell I dropped to my knees and started licking his shaft and feeling his cock get firm in my mouth I could only suck about half cause my mouth wouldn't open wide enough to take it all he said you going to let us both fuck your cute little hole I shook head yes with a cock muffled uh huh his dick was so fucking big I knew it was going to hurt like hell I stopped sucking and grabbed the wild turkey bottle taking as much as I could without puking and stood up making my way to the empty bed as the black guy moved over beside me and I felt him pushing my head down to his dick he was already hard and Damn he had a fucking long skinny Cock I put my mouth on it as he rammed it to the back of my throat holding me down on it as I fought for air and choked feeling the head of his dick pushing into my throat I finally got a breath then dove my head back on him feeling how hot he was throat fucking me I felt the thong I was wearing slide off my butt and off me completely the white guy said Damn his ass is smooth as baby butt I felt him pull apart my cheeks and he put his tounge to my hole and then inside as I squirmed around trying to get a breath."God Damn he's tight" he said as he put his finger in my ass and pulled it out asking if I liked that I was to busy bobbing my head up and down on his black cock to answer him my head was spinning from the booze he said "do you " I pulled mouth off saying"yes" loudly then he got off bed and I kept sucking his hot black dick he pulled my head off putting me on my hands and knees as the white guy took his spot he said I wanna see his little hole I felt the white uncut cock hit my face and I started giving him head he was hard as a rock I thought in my head I really hope that he don't try to fuck me first with this thick ass cock so I pulled my mouth off looking back at black guy who was getting something from his drawer and said I got condoms beside my pants he said oh okay grabbing the box and opening them I kept sucking the entire room felt spinny I was buzzing good and I was ready to get fucked I felt him spread my legs and get between them his finger pushed into my asshole as he said "Damn really fucking tight" he squeezed some lube at top my hole I felt it running over my hole I pushed my butt a little higher in air when I felt him put his cock head barely in me my hole cramped and I pulled away as the white guy held my arms down to the bed the black guy said I'm going to use the rest of this bag of tina we have another sack he said that's about half a gram in that one as he said that I felt him pushing his finger deep as it would go inside my ass then pulled out and quickly shoving it back in it was burning like nothing I've ever felt I was trying to squirm free but wasn't able to I felt his cock head on my hole as he pushed his black dick into me he fucked my hole in and out really fast for first several minutes then pushed as deep as he could and held it there the burning finally stopped as I lifted my head and started licking the white guys balls feeling him smack my face with his hard cock then all at once he pulled his cock from my hole I moaned uncontrollably and tried to back my ass up on his dick he said Hell yea he wants more cock already I looked back seeing him with a kids medicine syringe completely full of liquid he put the syringe deep into my hole and pushed all the liquid way inside my stomach it burned as bad as first but the pain went away much quicker he got back on the bed behind me and said "you want this black cock "? Yes please fuck me! !" He got beside white guy and put his cock to my mouth I started deepthroating him I could taste the bitter tina on his cock the white guy reached into the drawer stepped off the bed to my backside and I didn't see him for several minutes I was reaching my arm around to my asshole ramming 3 fingers in and out finger fucking myself then all at once he grabbed my arm I was holding myself up with and I fell chest first on the bed he was sitting on my left arm with his back turned towards me so I couldn't see anything then he said be really still and I felt a pinch in the bend of my arm and he said "I got it in " then he got off my arm and stood up and Whoosh I coughed three or four hard times and felt my heart pounding in my chest then my balls felt like they were on fire for several seconds and that's when it hit my booty hole it felt like it got fire hot and then was soaking wet I opened my eyes and I couldn't focus them they were bouncing side to side so fucking fast the white guy got behind me and saw me fingering myself and I felt his cock hit my hand he said is that what you want still with cock in my mouth I shook head moaning yes he said I'm want to fuck your hot man pussy! I replied please take me it's all yours daddy fuck me HARD he flipped me over on my back and kept my ass hanging off the bed my entire body was sweating and quivering I could feel my hole pouring it was unbearable not to have anything fucking me I looked up at him and couldn't focus my eyes at all I tried to see his face and couldn't but I said please please fuck my hole he pushed my legs over my head and his uncut cock was rock hard he held my ankles and shoved his cock into my hole smacking his low hanging balls against my ass I screamed out in pain and exctacy as he pounded over and over fucking me with all 8 in of his uncut thick man meat he kept punishing my hole I was trying to get my dick to get hard but it was almost non existent. that's when the black guy started throat fucking me I was choking and still getting my asshole destroyed he ask white guy how much Tina did you slam him with he said we booty bumped him .7 and I slammed him with a .6 well the D boys are going to be here in about an hour with more he said there is still about 3 grams in the drawer the black guy said something to white guy I couldn't hear and he pulled his cock out of me and said you liked that slam didn't you I said yes I've never felt anything that intense he said when the D boys get here we will fix you another good one if you will let the 3 of them gangbang you and we still going to fuck you till they get here I was still high as fuck and wanting more cock I said if they want I will give it a try we stopped fucking for few min to get drinks etc I checked my phone and my ex girl had text me asking what I was getting into?

i usually go commando - in tight jeans, leather or rubber... i also like wearing a jockstrap, cum- or piss-stained is the best...

Cum.

There was a sense of surrender and contentment when I turned over my fuck hole to my boyfriends. Letting them both finger my hole to open it up is a duty I have to them. Feeling their hands on my ass and their fingers probing my hole just deepened my love for them. Brad is behind me to my left and Justin is to my right. How do I know? I feel the cold metal of Justin's Prince Albert ring against my hip. Justin asked me, "Are you sure you want more poz cum? It might make it harder to keep you neg in case that's what we decide." Brad added. "We'll love you no matter what the final decision is made ... we just have to make it before tomorrow if he's going to remain neg." I thought about it and said, "Right now, I want you inside me more than I want to be neg. Please, just breed me with your loads. We'll talk later." "Yeah, spread his hole, give him a couple more fingers! I'll get the lube" Justin said. "Between my three and your three fingers, we'll having him gaping soon." Brad said." All I could say was, "Fuck yeah, this feels amazing! Wreck my hole." After a couple minutes, I know both Brad and Justin each got four fingers up my ass. Justin said, "There's a little pink in the lube. Looks like last night did a little damage." Brad said, "Just makes it easier for our poz swimmers to get into his body and do their work. You ready for more infected cum?" There was only one right answer at the moment. I need the feeling of connectedness by having their toxic cocks inside me. All I could say is, "Fuck me." Brad said, "Justin, you breed him first with that pierced cock. Blow your toxic DNA in him, and I'll work it deeper inside his hole." Justin flipped me over onto my back and hiked my legs on his shoulders. Brad moved around so I could nurse his poz precum from his oozing cock. Being able to watch the satisfaction of these two studs while they're enjoying my body was intoxicating. After having them work my hole open with their fingers, Justin was able to slide his pierced cock inside me easily. Brad grabbed his cellphone and started taking a video capturing our play. He pointed the camera at Justin and said, "Hey West Hollywood! This is Justin, (turns the camera) I'm Brad, (turns the camera to me) and this is Rik. We're boyfriends and this is Rik's poz infection video!" He continued, "You're about to get two poz load up your neg hole. Tell our viewers what you need right now." Brad did a close-up of his cock in my mouth, then pulled out. I looked in the camera and said, "I need toxic poz cum to convert me." "Oh fuck, stud." Justin said, "Your neg hole feels amazing. I hope it's my DNA that converts you!" Brad replaced cock in my mouth and leaned over to make out with Justin as he was making love to my hole. Brad handed the camera to Justin and the video continued. Brad softly growled "You gonna fuck up our boyfriend?" Justin focused on his bare cock plowing my hole, then up to me. He asked, "You're a bugchaser wanting to get knocked up, huh?" I pulled off Brad's cock, looked at the camera and said, "Yeah, do it. Poz me up." Justin looked down and we locked eyes. I nodded my head yes, as acceptance and encouragement. He handed the camera back to Brad. He closed his eyes and gave yelled, "Oh fuck ... oh fuck .. here it comes, stud ... You're getting my infected cum!" I wanted to grab my cock and cum, but I can do that once Brad is in my hole. Brad said, "God that's hot watching you breed our boyfriend. He is a total cumslut ... just like I wrote on him at the baths." I could tell Justin was getting close. His arms, chest and abs tightened up in anticipation of his orgasm. His face became flush and you could tell he was past the point of no return. Justin said, "Fuck! I'm shooting my poz load inside you." I could feel Justin's cock pulsing in my ass. I shifted to give him total access to my neg hole, so I could get every inch of his big cock inside me. I wanted this. His infected poz cock was exploding in my hole, shooting his DNA in my guts. Knowing his unmedicated poz cum was finally inside me was a little scary, but is something I asked for. I have no regrets. Brad ended the video and put the phone down. Brad said, "That's amazingly hot. We might have captured the pozzing of our boyfriend on video." Brad moved towards my ass and Justin moved up towards my head. Justin had some pink cum on his cock that moments ago bred my hole and again, gazed in my eyes. "You know what to do." I could only say, "Feed me." His cock was funky from my ass juices, but it was an honor to clean off his cock and drain the remaining poz cum that didn't get shot up my hole. Brad took all this in and just said, "Fuck, what a pig we have here. My turn to breed him." Brad easily slid up my hole and it felt fantastic. His 8" cock was wide in the middle so it worked like a butt plug, smoothly pulling my ass ring open with each stroke. I looked up at him and said, "Please breed me. I want your poz cum up my hole." While fucking me, he bent over to give me a kiss and said, "I love you so much. I want my DNA to bond us together forever." It didn't take too much after that before his eyes rolled back and he said, "I'm shooting my cum inside you." I pulled his ass closer to me with my legs and said, Fuck me up, stud." Brad then looked down into my eyes and said, "I love breeding your hole. Fuck you're hot." Keeping his cock in my hole as long as possible, the three of us made out together. Justin reached down to my throbbing hard-on and said, "We have one cock to take care of and two willing holes to put it in. Whose hole do you want to breed? When you have two sexy men willing to take your load, there is no wrong answer. I turned and gave a kiss to each of them and then put a pillow over my face to block my view. "Surprise me!" “Let me get something … hold on!” said Brad. I felt him get on the bed again and he moved my legs up to expose my fuckhole. I felt something against my hole, and he lightly pushed it. “We don’t want you to lose any of that cum that’s poisoning your hole. Here’s a buttplug to keep it all in there.” My hole slowly gaped open to take the plug in and felt my ass ring close over the biggest part of it to secure it inside me. I felt my two boyfriends shift positions again and immediately felt their hands enjoying my body. Someone was sucking my cock and pinching my nipples. Someone else pushed my legs up and was licking my balls down to my wrecked asshole. All I could do was moan and writhe on the bed. This was total sensory overload. The guys moved away and I then felt one of them lower his hole, straddling my cock. Oh my god, it felt amazing. I had no idea who I was breeding, and didn't care. After a couple strokes, the guy pulled almost all the way off my cock, and I felt the other guy's tongue moving up and down my cock. Then the top took a couple more strokes, pulled off, and I felt the other guy totally sucking my cock. My cock was being moved from one guy's mouth to the other guy's asshole. I had no control over it like I was just a dildo for their pleasure. The sensations were unreal and I knew I wasn't going to last long. "Fuck, I'm really close!" I said. I heard Brad say, "Let's milk out his last neg load of cum!" I felt my cock move from the guy's hole to someone's mouth, and that was the point of no return for me. I was squirming on the bed, overloaded with sexual energy ... feeling these two hot poz studs servicing my cock. I yelled "Fuck!!! Take my cum!" I pumped his mouth with a huge load of my neg cum. My whole core was tensed up, feeling my abs contract and my pecs firm. This was a full-body orgasm. Justin moved the pillow and gave me a kiss. I felt Brad pull of my cock and he slid up the bed. Justin said, "Feed us." Brad moved his mouth over mine and gave me back some of my cum. All I could do is moan. Justin said, "Yeah, share that fucking hot load. Give me some." Brad moved over to Justin and spit out the rest of my cum into his mouth. Three men in love, kissing each other, feeling each others lips and enjoying each other's taste. We laid back on the bed to enjoy the afterglow. Me in the middle and a boyfriend on each side. We held on to each other, sharing light delicate kisses until we all passed out. (To be continued.)

Attorneys run medical practices here in USA not office managers and/or physicians. Lawsuits have resulted in more openness between a patient and a medical practitioner which is good. Physicians no longer are taught in medical schools to be aloof, to be condescending, and to hold back all medical information except a small bit. For the most part, patients can deal with their conditions if given medical data. Part of all this is that not only are paper lab copies provided but also paper copies showing a summary of each visit/encounter that a patient has with his practitioner. In most states, a patient is entitled to one free copy of every page of his/her medical record including all test results and notes made by a practitioner. This free copy includes any hospital visit and any tests performed there. A well informed patient is a patient more inclined to follow medical advice and to believe in the practitioner. So, when I say attorneys run medical practices here in USA, it is with high regard and credit in how those attorneys have changed medical practice for what I see as for the better.

Really hot. Loving this story.

My journey to barebacking was a bit more gradual and I'm too health conscious/ don't "do" permanent decisions to be totally reckless... but then Truvada entered my life and here we are. If a top wants to use one on mine, cool, but I can't remember the last time I topped with one. Wanted to be, sure. Thought I'd be, at least to this degree, no.

Never. I was staunch about protection until I was 20 and my longterm boyfriend got me addicted to taking his load. We ended a couple months later, but the raw fucking never did, oops.

me me me My turn now. LOL Damn this is hot.

I am a total strict 100% Top. I have NEVER bottomed in my entire life. I have been aggressively barebacking for over the past 12 years. I fuck raw 99% of the time. I fuck raw indiscriminately at bathhouses and saunas, and at raw sex parties all over NYC. The number of guys I have fucked raw are just too many to even start counting. I always test negative for HIV. Today I am HIV negative. Honestly, that's the truth about my sex life. Having said that, I recently heard a statistic from a healthcare professional in Atlanta. He said the odds of catching HIV if you are a barebacking bottom are approximately 1:30. And the odds of catching HIV if you are a barebacking top are approximately 1:300. I really have no way of verifying those statistics. But those statistics sound kind of plausible to me. What do you guys think? In any event, throughout the years I have always been told by multiple healthcare professionals that in general it is not easy for anybody to become HIV positive.

I understand not wanting your ass called a pussy, because that is more of a female thing. But there is something dirty in an escapist sense with the word "cunt". Outside of sex, most guys don't get referred to as a cunt. So being fucked and having your "cunt" fucked kind of adds to the fantasy. That's for the random kind of hook up. If it's a guy you're in a relationship with, cunt should be used sparingly, if at all.

CHAPTER 11: Dad: The next day I wake up with a headache and a cough. Cod is lying naked beside me and I want him so bad, I begin kissing his neck and rubbing my cock in the crack of his ass. “Don’t start something you aren’t going to finish”, he said. He turned over and looked at me, hungry, we were both still groggy but we were making out the way lovers do. We backed away from each other lips slightly, eyes locked on one another, and then it happened… I coughed and hacked all over Cod. Yuck. “Sorry about that baby boy, I think your Dad caught a cold”, I said as I sniffled. I remember Sam saying something about I might get the flu, or something something, but at this moment no part of me thought this was more than just a pesky cold. I coughed again, a little harder. “Dad that sounds kinda bad, maybe you should stay home from work and rest”, “Yeah… I think so, too”, I said. I called into work, often I worked from home anyways but sometimes I went to the office, I told them I had the flu so they wouldn’t bother me. Sam texted an hour later, “Ready for tonight?”, “I think I’ve got a cold or something… not sure, let you know a little later”, I replied. I got up after a while and had some juice, my throat seemed sore and I was warm, I decided to lay down – if this was a cold or the Flu I didn’t want to give it to Cod. I went back to bed, woozy, and slept. I woke up a few hours later and texted Sam, “Can’t do tonight.. ugh, feeling bad”. “k.. too bad, I’ll post-pone your surprise… rest”. Before I can get back to sleep my phone is buzzing again -- I thought, “Why won’t Sam let me sleep?”, I had texts from Jake and Chris both. It was fairly normal stuff both asking what’s up and wanting to know when I wanted to get together. I didn’t want to tell either of them I felt bad, I lied, I said the weekend was busy with work and stuff around the house that had to be done and maybe we can do something the coming week. Jake replied that tonight was bad anyways since he was visiting friends and Chris just said “ok”, I hope neither one was disappointed, I really wanted to see each one of them again and get naked. I laid back down; the phone buzzed again. It was Jake. “Friend can’t do tonight, something came up, wish we could get together”, “Me too”, I said, “I’ll text as soon as I’m free”. I fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling worse, dehydrated, hot, I got up and got some water and went back to bed. The rest of the weekend I felt worse than I have in a while, I had a headache, a fever and my throat was sore – this had to be Flu. Cod: Things around the house sucked, Dad’s sick, and I need cock; I almost felt guilty thinking it. I knew it had only been days, but it seemed like forever since he fucked me, I wasn’t happy. Dad’s sleeping all day for the most part every day. I texted Sam, and Adam, I didn’t want to seem desperate but I wanted cum in my ass; I was horny and I wanted it now. Sam is so hot, “Come over”, is all his text says, “k.. 15 minutes”, I check on Dad, asleep, so I dress and head out to Sam’s house. Just like last time he left the back door unlocked, even though he didn’t say it, I let myself in, got naked and was waiting for him on all fours. “Damn, Cody, you know how I like it. MMMM its great to see that hot ass again.”, “You too”, I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and then that warm, wet sensation, his tongue on my hole. “mmmmmm… “ is all I can manage. “Your ass is so hot Cody”, as his tongue is going up and down my crack, he slowed the licking, and I feel his tongue pressing at my back door... pressure and Sam’s tongue is inside me. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh… fuckkk… fuck… Sam… oh godddddd…. So good”, it felt incredible. Sam didn’t stop to reply, as I kept groaning and begging, he just keeps forcing that hot tongue of his into me. Sam’s tongue in my ass has me hornier than normal, “Ohhhhh godddd… Sam, please … ohh fuck… fuck me Sam… please, please… please breed me”, his tongue pops out of my ass for the first time, in what is likely just a few minutes, but seems a lot longer, “Ohhh yeah… boy…., you ready for this poz cock?”. He goes back to eating my hole, “Yes”, is all I can manage, “Yes, what”. “I want your cock… I want your poz cock Sam”, his tongue making me crazy and begging. “Turn over”, he says, his voice commanding but not rude. I obey. I roll over and my legs, as if connected to an automatic switch, immediately raise up exposing my wet hole to him. I feel vulnerable, horny, sex starved and I need his cock bad. Sam looks down at me, that devilish grin again. He doesn’t say a word, he just keeps his eyes locked on mine. He places his hands on the back of my legs to raise them more and they go right in their intended place, on his shoulders, I feel Sam’s cock. Sam is rubbing my hole, it’s already wet, and he’s rubbing his cock head against me. I thought, “I didn’t seem him use lube”, and then I realize, the head of his bare cock is pressing against me – he’s using his precum and spit as lube. He leans over me, his cock head pressing against my tight hole, he has a determined look, and puts his hand over my mouth. “That’s it boy. You’re taking that raw cock… Nice and slowww… “, his cock is sliding into me, “oohhhhh... ohhhhh.. “, it hurts a little but not bad. He looks at me as if to say, “Stop?”, I need this, I can’t say anything with his hand over my mouth, I shake my head. “You need this.. don’t you boy”, as he keeps pushing into me, I can only nod. “A little more… that’s it.. ohhhhh fuck, such a nice tight hole you got Cody”, he moves his hand, “uhhhhhhh… oh fuckkk… oh fuck that’s good”, it hurts but I need cock inside me. “Feel that … feel that.. that’s my nuts against your ass --- you got an hiv+ man’s entire bare dick inside”, he leans forward a little more, putting his weight on me. We started making out, fuck I really want my Dad’s cock to breed me, but right now Sam’s big cock is doing a great job standing in for him and FUCK he’s bigger than my Dad. We’re making out as Sam fucks me, back and forth, long strokes, then quick jabs… our breathing getting intense. “Ohhh fuckk Cody.. fuck.. feels so good… ohhhh yeah”, “Yeahh… I need it”, is all I could say. Finding my depravity, “FUCK.. FUCK.. I want Sam.. I want it.. breed me Sam… “, the harder he fucks me the more nasty I get, “BREED MY ASS! FUCK YEAH! SEED ME DEEP SAM!”. Sam grins down at me again, his eyes squinting, he’s really passionate and he’s really into breeding my butt. I love his intensity, how into he gets, this is only the second time but it feels so right with him. I started to think, I wonder if he fucks my Dad with this kind of urgency? “ohhhhhh fuck.. ohhhhh fuck… Breed my hole”, “Yeahh.. yeah…. boy “, his breathing is heavy and he can barely speak, I can feel and smell his sweat, “You’re getting’ it boy… gonna give it to you”, there it was again, that pause when he says “IT”; I guess that’s where my Dad got that up. I don’t know… but I’m feeling so good, I repeat it back, “Yeah… Sam. Give. IT. To. Me.”. Big smile from him that time, his eyes are closed and he’s rocking back and forth in a steady fucking motion as he uses my ass. I know he’s about to unload in my ass, and I know he’s poz, and I’m still going to let him like Todd and Adam did. The rational part of me isn’t even thinking if its risky, it knows it is, but right now all I want is this man’s seed in me. “You ready Cody? You want another load of poz cum.. you want me to dump this in you? You better tell me.”, I nod, I’m groaning, “Yeah Sam… yeah… I want it. Breed me”. “Yeah.. its cummming… oh fuck… fuck… CUMMMing”, and Sam holds still as his cock squirts deep in my ass. “Uhhh.. uhhh….. oh yeah, you’re getting it boy.. you’re getting all of my poz cum”, “Oh fuck yeah.. fuck ye…”. At this point it doesn’t matter if Sam is poz, the deed is done, all I wanted is his cum in my ass and Sam just gave it to me. As the week progressed, I hit Sam up two more times, in the afternoons. I went by Adam’s place almost every night, except Wednesday when I snuck him over and we fucked on the couch in the living room. I didn’t mention that my Dad’s sick in the other room with the Flu. My Dad might not be fucking me right now but my ass is getting used and loaded with enough cum to keep me from thinking about it too much. Dad: I missed almost an entire week of work. I felt rough. Cod stayed around the house, keeping an eye on me, bringing me fluids, taking my temperature, but sleeping in the other bedroom. Almost 7 days into this mess and I feel a little better. I had lost track of work, Cod, Sam, my friends and I realized I hadn’t texted Jake, Chris or anyone. I wasn’t 100% but I had to get moving and going again. I texted Sam. Thursday afternoon, “Hey sexy.. sorry haven’t been in touch, flu sucks, feeling better, get together soon”, his only reply, “Did you cum?”. Weird. “Uhmmm.. no, I’ve felt like hell”, “Give me a few minutes”, is his only reply, “Ok”. What is he doing I wondered? I decided I’d text Jake and Chris too and fess up about the flu, hopefully one or both of them will forgive me for not staying in touch since that first meeting. Jake replied, “Sorry to hear that, glad you’re better, can do something this weekend?”, “Yeah sure”, then another text from Jake, “Friend texted literally just now, I got plans tomm. night, maybe Sat.”, Chris’ reply to my text is more to the point, “Wanna fuck?”, I get hard, “Yes.. but only bb, you?”. “Hot”, his only reply. Almost immediately, Sam texts again, “We’re g2g, don’t jo, be over my house tomm. night about 8”, “Yes Sir ”, I reply; there goes my time with Cod I think. It seemed like things were getting back to normal, I had to check in on Cod, make sure we’re good. I find Cod watching TV, “Feeling better?”, he grabs me in a hug, “No kissing yet.. I might still be contagious”, he seems alright but says, “Cool. As soon as you’re over this… I need…..”, his voice trailing off with him rubbing my cock through my shorts. I might not be completely over this crap but I always get hard as a rock thinking about fucking my boy. Cod grins at me .. in some ways he really reminds me of Sam, after Sam’s surprise, my first goal is to fuck and breed my son. Cod: I wake up the next morning in the other bedroom again, Dad is still too worried he’s contagious, my cock is hard as rock; “FUCK! I need attention”, I think. I text Sam, “Breed me?”, instead of his usual “Come over”, I get, “I wish.. busy today, maybe tomm.?”, “Cool”, I reply, that sucks. I text Adam. “Yeah later”, and fuck, I’m 0 for 2. My two favorite fuck buds and neither one can help a boy out. I decide to get up and clean around the house, maybe I can find some fun on BBRT later. I stay around the house cleaning and planning dinner, I never got back to BBRT and my balls know it – they are aching for release. As it gets close to 8pm, I decide, “Fuck it… I’m rape my Dad’s ass”, before I can move he’s headed towards me dressed, “Gotta go out for a bit, back later”, he isn’t usually so vague, “ok.’, is all I say. He left. “FUCK”, I think, “Now what?”. I text Adam, again, “Come over?”, “Yeah.. I can”, “Good. Want you to fuck me until you dump a huge load of your POZ cum in my ass.”, I’m so horny. “OH yeah? You’re dirty.. you know you might end up poz if we keep having sex”, “Don’t care.. I need cock”, “Cool.. gimme 10 minutes”. I can’t wait, Dad might be out having fun, but I’m definitely going to have mine, too. Dad: I get to Sam’s house and let myself in as usual… weird it’s darker than normal, most of the lights are off. I decide to get naked in the living room before heading to his bedroom, what surprise did he have in mind? Did he buy a sling? Get some new lube? A toy? Shoes off. Shirt off. Pants off. I’m almost naked when Sam creeps up on me… “…was hoping that you”, he grins. We kiss, “So what’s this surprise?”, “Put your phone on silent and leave everything in here”, seemed kinda weird even for Sam, but I do as he asks. “Tell me”, “Shhhhhh… “, is all he says, “Follow me”, and he grabs my hand leading me down the hall towards his bedroom. All the lights are off, I can hardly see except for a small lamp with one of those mult-color bulbs on a dimmer. When we get to Sam’s bedroom, Sam had a devious grin on his face, on the bed is a younger guy completely naked, ass up, face down; Sam has a camera setup behind the boy. Sam bends down, licking the boy’s ass, the boy moans, “You like that boy?”, “Yes…. sir.” is all he says, I feel like I know the voice but he’s speaking into the duvet so I’m not completely sure. Sam moves up and looks at me, speaking quietly, “He wants it bad”, then to the boy, “You want this boy?”, again, “yes… sir”. Sam more demanding, “Tell us what you want boy… tell my friend exactly what you want!”, “Poz cock.. sir!”, he blurts out, this time he moves his head so we it can be heard clearly, “I want your poz cock and cum inside me!”. I know the voice, I just can’t place it. Sam looks at me with his patented devious grin and his eyebrows raised, “He wants it bad Mark… he’s chasing, and wants to go poz”. I look back at his ass, I’m rock hard, where do I know his voice? “What do you say we help him out?”, Sam asks, I groan a bit, “I don’t know if I’m poz yet”, trying not let the boy hear me. Sam leans over to my ear, quietly, “It’s cool Mark, he doesn’t know that… besides, I think someone just had fuck flu.”, he raises his eyebrow at me again. I thought about it. Holy shit! Sam was right I thought, “This really might be fuck flu I’ve been suffering with all week”, he can see me thinking, he smiles “You’re probably your most toxic right now babe”. A devilish grin comes over my face as I look at Sam. “Let’s poz him then…”.

WEST PALM BEACH - He's 18, tall, slim, and has beautiful dark skin and he found me on Jack'd. We chatted for a week and finally the day came where I drove the 30 minutes to go breed him. He couldn't host today so he told me to meet him at his storage unit. This would be a first for me. He told me the unit number and I drove around the storage facility until I found it. There he was, with the garage door up on his unit, pretending to be sorting thru stuff. I walked in, we shut the door and I turned on my phone's flashlight and layed it on the ground so we could see a bit. He started by sucking my cock, which he was fair at. Then he stood and dropped his shorts and underwear, revealing his gorgeous ass. Being 5'8" and him several inches taller I was hoping we could make this work, and it did. He took my dick better than most guys and rode it for a good 10 minutes before I shot my load up in him. He is neg and the poz thing really turns him on. I was happy to give him my babies. Hopefully we can meet up again as he told me next time he wants to do it in a bedroom so we can do several positions!

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.

Just got back from a breakfast meeting. I excused myself during to use the restroom. Inside, one of the kitchen staff taking a piss. Hot, bearded, tatted little otter shaking off a massive piece. I winked when I stepped up to the urinal beside him. He started stroking himself stiff. I reached over, fingered a drop of piss off his head and licked my finger clean. He grabbed my neck and pushed me down on him. I wetted him up and he pushed me towards a cleaning closet. He found his keys unlocked it. With me straddling the mop bucket, he spat on my hole and forced himself in. He fucked the hell out of me, noisey, rough and brutal, just like I love a quick load catch. One of my co-workers walked into the bathroom right when he was about to cum. My top otter bit my back as he loaded me. I heard the door close as I felt his cock pulsing jets in me. We zipped up. He went to the kitchen and I back to my table. Less than 10 minutes and I was happier and dripping a thick load.

CHAPTER 7: Cod: I couldn't tell you what time it was or how long I had been asleep, but I woke as soon as I felt his cock probing my ass cheeks. As I was coming too, I realized that this morning it was my Dad who woke up horny and felt his body spooning mine, his hard cock desperately trying to enter his son’s warm, tight hole. I knew one of us would probably wake up horny, my ass still full of his cum, I lifted my leg slightly and permitted my Father to easily slip his hard fat cock into me. He pushed and the large mushroom head made a little pop and entered my hole. Once again my father’s bare cock penetrated my fuck hole. We both murmured lightly as his cock became completely emerged in my ass; slowly he began the motions of fucking me. As his hips moved back and forth against me, his cock slipped gently in and out of my ass. I reached back and pulled his ass tight to my body, wanting to feel every bit of his cock deep inside me. Dad wasn’t small by any means, and when we fucked, it made me feel so tight and full; it reminded me of Todd. Soon his rhythm began to hasten as we both became lost in our lust. My own cock was tight with blood as my right hand stroked beneath the sheets. I remember all those times Todd fucked me and I needed more, so I pushed firmly back on his cock sending it deep into my ass which made us both grunt with pleasure. And then it happened, my Father became like an animal, as he began to fuck with intent, like he was on a mission, Todd was like that too after he found out he was positive. He began pushing me so hard that I almost fell off the bed, but he grabbed me with his strong hands around the waist and pulled me into him sending his cock even further into my ass. "OH shit Dad, fuck me .... ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck ...... that feels fucking great. Yea fuck me fuck me come on shove that cock inside me harder,.... harder,...... HARDER......" I was lost in our sex as my Dad continued the assault on my ass. “Yeah baby boy… you’re gonna get it alright, I’m gonna breed you deep and give IT to you, uhhhh”, he groaned, stressing the word “IT” again. He pulled me up on all fours to fuck me like a dog, Dad seemed intent on giving me the fucking ride of my life. He was really fucking me wildly now, shoving his cock so deep inside my ass each time and pulling it out all the way. Then with perfect aim, ramming it back into my hole and then fucking me deep, his own body inhibiting him from going further. "Fuck me, fuck me ......Yea shove your bare cock inside me Dad, please..." I was not a quiet fuck by any means. Having Dad’s hard cock up my ass caused me to want his cum even more than normal. I still remember after Todd told me he was hiv+, he was so worried, he couldn’t believe I still wanted his cum. I didn’t care if he was positive, I loved his cock and his cum, he got over it quickly once he realized I was ok with him. My father's cock was expanding quickly in my ass and his rhythm quickly increased, I knew his cum was going to fill me again soon; he reached under my heaving body and grab a hold of my hard cock. It was wet with pre-cum that had been leaking out of me like a faucet. My body was being gratified in so many ways I knew my cock would go off at any second if he didn't stop soon. "Dad,… uhhhh… oh fuuck… oh that feels great, but I am going to cum if you don't stop that RIGHT NOW! He removed his hand, now covered in pre-cum and brought it to my lips. I licked my own wet secretion he offered with gusto, hungry for sex of any kind, and the fluids from a man. He kissed my neck and then moved back so he could focus on breeding me. My own father, fucking me, again he accelerated his pumping of my ass with his hips slamming into me. Then it happened, his groaning, I felt his cock surge with blood and cum as it quickly expanded in my ass. I knew he was filling me with another load of his cum, I couldn’t get enough. Dad: Once again, hot morning sex with my boy taking my bare cock and soon another big load of my spunk; I loved him so much. All I could think about though is how much I needed to breed him and how much I wanted to convert him. I wanted a positive result when we get tested tomorrow, and I want him to know how he got it. I was relaying all the details, of sex with son, to Sam as his bare poz cock was slowly going in and out of my hole. “That’s. So. Fucking. Hot. Mark,”, punctuating every word, “…it sounds like you’re really into it now, “Yeah, I am”, “Good. It’s very likely you’re hiv+ considering how much poz cum you’ve been taking”. Sam was right for the last 2 weeks he had fucked me nearly every day and once in a while I’d get two loads from him. He had been off meds for over a month, nearly two I thought, and we both knew the chances of me being infected with his strain was very likely. I love bare cock, I love cum, and the idea of risky bareback sex with an unmedicated hiv+ man makes me leak like a faucet. If being a cum slut means being hiv+ then I was going to face it head on, and Sam was my willing enabler. When Sam fucked me we were ironclad focused on him filling me up with his cum. The only time I was more focused and horny was when I was fucking and breeding my own flesh and blood; I was resolved, Cod, was going to be hiv+ and I was going to be the man who infects him. “Uhhhhhh … uhhhhh… fuck, gonna fucking load you up again Mark”, I could feel every vein, every inch of Sam’s cock and he was fucking in a nice, smooth rhythm, not the usual rough breeding he gives me, much like the one I gave Cod this morning, this was sex and not just a fuck. Sam wanted me poz but we cared about each other, too. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhh…. CUMMMMMMING, take my load Maa…. “ and he started to dump another poz load into me. It must have been a huge load, he leaned over onto my back, covered in sweat, and kept his cock inside me as he tried to catch his breathe. I don’t know what it was but when Sam breeds me, it so intense. “Fuck Sam, that was so hot… “, “..it always is”, he said between gasps. I was so fucking turned on, I might have to fuck Cod again as soon as I get home, but I really wanted his cock in me, hopefully Cod would help Sam’s cum do the trick if it hasn’t already. Cod: Dad had gone out for a bit and got back just as I had fixed dinner, he seemed different, it was obvious he was in a good mood (more so than normal), he grabbed me and kissed me deeply as he entered the house. “I made dinner, hope you’re hungry,”, “I am”, and he grabbed me and we starting making out. Before I could think Dad was stripping my clothes off, and I was his, we both naked quickly and he dropped to his knees and starting suck my cock. “uhhhhh…. Dad … oh yes,… suck me”, I loved being sucked, Todd used to suck me off sometimes when he wasn’t breeding me and I always loved it. “Dad you’re … ohhhh fuck that feels so good, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop doing that,”, Dad quickly stood up, kissed me again, and led me to our bedroom. Dad laid on the bed on his stomach, ass exposed, “You want you cock… ehhh Dad”, “Yes baby boy, I need another load of my son’s cum in me. He got on all fours like I was earlier and I grabbed at his ass, “Hang on let me get lube…”, “… you don’t need any,… get over here and fuck me!”, he barked. I had never heard this kind of urgency from my own father, my cock jumped a bit, “ok”, I thought and climbed on the bed. “So Daddy needs his boy’s cum does he?”, I said in a deeper tone trying to imitate him a bit, I was so horny right now I’d gladly give it to him. My cock slid in much easier than you might expect, he was right I didn’t need lube, he was already slick inside, “Did you plan this and pre-lube your ass?”, “You’re feeling Sam’s cum, babe”, “Huh?” Then I remembered Dad telling me about Sam, his running partner,… so now Sam was breeding my Dad huh? It was actually fucking hot as I thought about it, knowing I was sliding my cock in and feeling another guy’s warm sperm, it happened like that only once or twice in college; it felt pervy and hot all at the same time. I was very turned on and Dad’s cum filled ass was just egging me, I picked up the pace. “That’s right baby boy, breed your old man.. really fucking give it to me, push Sam’s cum deeper into me.”, “uhhhhh uhhhh… “ I groaned and really got into it, I could feel my balls smacking against my Dad’s ass as I imagined him on his back, legs up taking Sam’s bare cock and what seemed like a huge amount of his cum. I looked down and could see some of the cum on my cock and slammed back into my Dad harder, each time trying to do what he asked and force the cum deeper into his tight but well used ass. “Give it to me … add your cum to his, fuck me, breed me”, he really wanted it bad, I was so close. “Yes, Dad… gonna breed….” I could feel my nuts tightening up and I knew my Dad was about to get another very big load of sperm. My rhythm quickened and I pumped harder, using his ass, to get off. I felt my load rising up through my cock, I knew I was about to nut and, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk, Daddddd!” and my load came shooting out inside him.

You should have messaged him back and met again and let him bust another nut in your hole.

The first time I got fucked when I was a kid was bareback. I loved it. Not just the feel of the skin of his hard warm cock pumping in my ass, but the sound of him grunting as he came in me and the wet sound as he continued to fuck after he loaded my ass. I remember the feel of his cum dripping out of my hole and on my balls. Thats how I learned what it means to get fucked. When guys have tried to fuck me wearing a condom on their cock it has been awful. Its nothing like I expected or wanted. A cock with a condom on it is nothing more than a plastic dildo.

I get slammed and full-blown AIDS fukkers starts a ritual AIDS rape. I fly high and after a full night of ritual breeding and orgy fucking , make me to a AIDS whore.and brother..

I really get off on being watched while I'm getting fucked and sucking cock. It started when I was young and just able to go into bars. I went into a leather bar on a very hot night, so I went in shirtless and sat at the bar. It wasn't long before a beer appeared before me. I looked across the bar and two rough looking guys in chaps and harnesses nodded at me and raised their beers. I smiled back at them and drank the beer they had sent over. I had gone in there with every intention of getting my ass fucked so I was happy when these guys came over and sat on each side of me. After I said hi and thanked them for the beer,we talked and before I knew it they had another two beers down me. I was feeling pretty good and both had their hands all over me. One slid his hand down my back, under my jeans and was feeling my ass crack eventually working his way to my hungry hole, I didn't resist and worked my ass back on the stool so he could finger my hole, which he quickly did. He looked at me and said "we were hoping you were a bottom" which I confirmed. I expected them to ask me to go home with them, but instead they asked me to come with them. I went with them downstairs where there was another dimly lit bar area. There were lots of guys down there, some were naked, I saw some guys were getting sucked, which got me excited. The two guys that took me down there smiled at me and one started kissing me while the other was taking off my shoes and my jeans so i was completely naked. I didn't resist and my cock got immediately erect. The guys both took out their cocks and I got on my knees and sucked on both of them. They got real hard, lifted me up, bent me over and took turns fucking my ass raw in front of everyone. Because I was new, it attracted a bunch of the guys down there to come over and watch. I thought it would be awkward, but instead it really turned me on and I loved having all those guys watch me taking both of their loads. I ended up sucking a lot more cocks down there that night and took a few more loads in my ass before the place close. Ever since that night I have been a real exhibitionist bare backer.

The best Xmas present ever. A gift you can "re-gift" to a host of others and still always keep for yourself.

after a forced slam a perved weekend with fullblown AIDS fukker. he makes me under chems to a cum dump and AIDS whore. high infected loads make me to the next AIDSpig.

My ideal relationship would be with a slutty bottom. i'm away a lot with work, so he'd be going out and constantly cheating getting cock or having random guys come round our house and loading him up. I pay the bills, he's just a slutty housewife. i'll only fuck him if he's dipping with cum. i'll ban him from using condoms but he'll not mind that anyway. When I come home from being away for 3 months with work, there'll be some guy climbing off him for me to get straight on!

FRANKLIN SQUARE PARK CREW: PART 3- The Crew Take Their Turn, Tommy’s Colors Show I had barely got the feeling back in my legs when two of Warren’s crew came back. They looked young – very young – so could not have been much older than 18 if that. One of them had the plate and set it down beside me. I rolled onto my side, propping myself up on my arm, and took a few lines. The one closest to me was just sort of watching me, so I did some more, noticed his buddy behind him was rubbing the front of his pants, so asked the kid, “Did Warren send you back for anything in particular?” The kid in back stepped around his friend and said, “YEAH! We’re gonna fuck you, fuck you good.” His buddy slapped him on the chest and said, “Damn man, make us sound like we ain’t done this before. We do it all the time, alright? All the time. So yeah, Warren said we could. He said we didn’t have to use no rubber or nothing.” I shook my head in agreement. I wanted to bet this was their first time fucking a guy. The kid continued, “And he said to make sure to tell you we both got nasty infected dicks just like you need.” Oh yeah, this would be good! The kids still look scared, so I reached over, grabbed my t-shirt, and said, “Hey, how’s this, I’ll get on my hands and knees. You like doggy style? OK, good. I’ll get like that and will put my t-shirt over my head. We’ll pretend like you broke into a house and you found this white chick all alone, so you two decide to rape her ass so she can’t see you.” As I was talking their eyes got bigger as did their dicks that they both were now rubbing. I nodded towards the parking area and said, “But the neighbors are close by, so you can’t be too loud, you have to learn to take what you want, even if she is crying and whimpering, but you have to keep her quiet and then leave her scared knowing you may have just gave her your babies.” Their eyes got really big on that, so I got on my hands and knees, put my t-shirt over my head, and waited. I could hear them getting undressed and one of them jumped on my ass and slammed his dick in my wet and open hole. He was not as big as Warren, but close, so I yelped a little. My t-shirt was then pulled off my head, and I saw the other kid twirling it into a roll just before he tied it around my eyes. I only caught a glimpse of his dick, but he looked like he was just as big as his friend. The kid fucking me had no skill, but his huge raw dick made up for that. The kid in front of my kept his hands on the t-shirt tied over my eyes, like he was afraid it was going to fall off. I started feeling around in the air, made contact with his leg, which made him jump. I found his dick and pulled it towards my open mouth. He got the hint, and let me start opening my throat to swallow his young black dick. He tasted so good! Very sweaty. “This bitch can suck dick!” he said. His buddy fucking me slapped him and said in a whisper, “Shut up man, the neighbors, remember,” as he was digging out my hole. The kid I was sucking said, “OOOHHHH, yeah, ooh, umm. Shhhh now, bitch, suck it good now, suck it, we’re going to rape you good aren’t we Kyle?” The guy fucking me stopped, and said in an angry whisper, “What the fuck man? You say my name? We’re raping the bitch you dumb ass fucker, now come one.” I started to laugh, which is hard to do with 10+ inches of raw black dick down your throat. These kids were cute, and have to give them points for trying. Kyle – who I now knew was fucking me – pushed himself up and off me a little with his hands to leverage his dick deeper in my hole. He was doing big long strokes now while his buddy in my mouth slowed to watch and as Kyle was unloading inside me started asking, “Was it good man? What did it feel like? Did you like it? Does his ass really feel better than pussy.” Kyle’s orgasm stopped, he kneeled behind me, reached back out and slapped the guy I was sucking and said, “Shut UP!” Kyle then pulled out of my ass and started to get dressed. The kid I was sucking wasted no time, squatted behind me and slammed balls deep. FUCK YEAH! He was just as big as his buddy and had a little natural skill. He started to scrape my guts good and as he seemed open to the scenario, I figured I would see what he wanted to learn. I pitched my voice a little to sound more feminine and said in a soft whisper, “OH NO, please don’t rape me, please stop, please don’t rape my white hole, I don’t want your babies, no please don’t fuck me.” The kid said “AAHHH yes, I’m gonna rape you bitch, aaahhh yes, it does feel better than pussy, AAHH yes, yes…..AAAHHHH…” The kid fucked hard, fast, and furious and had great stamina and I was soon having a hard time keeping up as my arms were tired. “Where do you want my cum bitch?” the kid asked, “Where do you want me to shoot?” I gently reminded him, “Fuck my pussy, shoot in my pussy, rape it, rape my pussy.” That set him off and he let out a long, loud, moan as he shot jet after jet of young cum into my sloppy hole. Before leaving the kid knelt down by my head and said, “I want to do that again. Will you let me? What else can we do? Can I rob you, yeah that would be hot, wait what about a car jack, do you have a car?” I chuckled again and said, “Hey man, would love to play again, just leave me your number and remember, what we do is between us, don’t tell Warren.” He had barely gone when Tommy was there saying, “You are one fucked up white slut. Teaching those boys shit like that,” as he handed me a plate filled anew with lines. I was snorting hard when Tommy said, “You want it like that? You want some big black dick raping you? I got a buddy from jail that has helped me take a couple white chicks down and teach them a thing or two. How about that? I think you need to be taught a thing or two and given a street fuck. No drugs to help you out, we get rough and serious, give me your keys.” I went over to where my pants were piled up, took out my keys and handed them to Tommy. He took them waved them in front of my face and said, “I’m sending one of the boys out have a set made. Here, write down your address. My friend and I are going pay you a visit sometime, maybe we will be there when you get home, maybe we will come in the middle of the night, maybe I will sell these to someone else to come rape you. You won’t know until it happens. Does that make that hole wet? I see it makes your little white dick hard?” Tommy now stepped behind me, I heard my keys drop into his pocket and his pants unzip and Tommy pushed me face down onto the blankets with his left arm around my neck as his right hand guided his hard dick back up my ass. “Yeah your hole is nice and wet thinking about black dick raping you. Oh baby girl, I’m going to tear that pussy up so good!” I started to say something and Tommy squeezed my neck harder and said, “Shut the fuck up! Oh we are going to use you so good! Teach you to obey a black man like he should be obeyed, Warren may think he own’s you now, but you and I know what you really want – who you really want – what you ARE GOING TO GET!!!!” Tommy unloaded into me as he squeezed my neck tight, giving me a preview of what the future held. I lay on my stomach for a minute after Tommy yanked his dick out. He was still standing there, pants down, a snarl on his face. I crawled over, took his dick, which was covered in ass juice, some blood, and several guys cum all mixed together. I opened my mouth and sucked him in, and licked him cleaned. I looked up and said, “I’ll be waiting.” Tommy took the empty plate, walked out onto the dock and I laid back down on the blankets that were now stained with my ass juice and more. He wasn’t serious was he? I mean, guys talk shit like that all the time. It’s just sex and games, right? The evening picked up and several more guys came through pretty quickly, all of whom just wanted to fuck and unload up my ass. Warren came to check on me and I told him I was doing pretty good. I was so fucked up, and was full of cum and needed to let some out. He had me follow him into the bathroom, locked the door then said, “Bend over the sink, I’m on garbage duty, so you just push your hole out like you gotta shit so I can eat all that cum and juice up.” I did as Warren asked and loved the feel of him eating my ass. I started begging, “Fuck me man, come on, use what’s left to get up in my ass. I NEED that big black dick.” Warren finished, stood up, wiped his mouth and said, “I know you do – good slut – but not yet, I still got business to handle and next time I fuck you it’s going to blow your fucking mind. You ass was full of the nastiest shit you know? Those Latin guys, all untreated syphilis. The white guy in the BMW? Same. My crew? Well the boys got AIDs, crabs, gonno, and more. And Tommy? Well good old Tommy has got a raging case of HEP B and HEP C from all the dirty needles he uses. And me – well I cannot keep track of everything can I.” Warren unlocked the door, I went back to my post, and Tommy came by with a new plate full of white powder, all lined up like little soldiers in line for a parade. The parade was cut short as I snorted them up. Tommy leaned in and said, “No mercy bitch.” I smiled and nodded as he walked away. Stay tuned for PART 4- Two Wild Fucks and Off to the Circus

FRANKLIN SQUARE CREW: PART 2- Tommy the Freak and the Train Begins As part 1 ended, Tommy finished cleaning Warren’s dick of my ass juice, Warren zipped up and said, “You two hang and enjoy yourselves a bit. I got some business to take care of and will send the boys out to pass the word that we looking for nasty, raw, and get-up-in-that-hole dick, so come place your order.” Warren chuckled as he said the last part and then headed down the concrete steps to meet up with the other boys. Tommy got off his knees, licked his lips, clearing savoring the taste, and said, “Come on, you and me going to get freaky, I swear no lie, I can fuck you down, so come on.” I cautiously peered around the corner of the pallets making sure no one could see me and scuffled after Tommy as I was still naked and now cum dripping out of my ass. Tommy walked across the loading dock to a door near the back corner. He opened the army-green metal door, turned on the light, and motioned me in as I joined him in a fairly good size bathroom. The size was the only good thing about it as the cinder-block walls were painted bright lime green half way up, then a dull gray. The concrete floor was wet, smelled of piss, the toilet seat was broken and stained, and the sink had cigarette butts in it so was clearly not used for washing up. Tommy sat down, reached behind the toilet and felt around, and brought out a small plastic bag. He took out a couple of syringes that had orange tips on them, smiled as he took one of the caps off with his teeth and spit it into the corner, patted a vein in his left arm in the crook of his arm and said, “Warren don’t like me hitting this shit, so just between us OK?” I said OK, as I had no idea what he was doing anyways, but watched in fascination as a long stream of blood poked through the hole in his arm. “Lick it clean,” Tommy said as he leaned back, closed his eyes, smiled and breathed deep and I bent over and licked the trail off his arm. He tossed the now empty syringe into the sink and said, “Time to fuck!” I placed my hands on the edge of the sink inhaling the mix of cigarette butts and filth as Tommy stood up and unbuckled his pants. He bent down, dug around in his pant’s pocket and pulled out a pair of red lace panties. Tommy held them up to his nose, inhaled deeply and said, “These are my girls. She got a SWEET pussy!!! Here, put these on and wiggle that ass for me, let me see whatcha working with.” I took the panties he offered, slid them up, and as I did kept glancing at the big black cock he was wielding. DAMN! That looked nice and I wanted it now. So I bent forward again with my face closer to the sink filth and wiggled my ass. Tommy crooked a finger in the waistband of the panties and ran it back and forth along the small of my back then pulled them down my ass part way, rubbed each cheek, then pulled them completely off of me and shoved them into my mouth. As he lined his drooling raw dick up with my moist hole, Tommy slurred, “Oh baby, let me in there, oh girl, yeah feel that? Huh? Good baby, take your boy. AAAHHHH yeah baby girl, let me get up in there, feels so good I ain’t lying.” Tommy fucked me steady and hard for a while, all the while tell me what a good baby I was for him. A little while later Warren pounded on the door and hollared, “Come on Tommy, wrap it up, we got business waiting.” Tommy swore, shifted from cruise control to full on fuck, and started plowing me. “Want my cum baby? Huh? Want that pussy all wet and juicy with my nutt? Good baby, take me deep, take it deep, yeah baby girl, I got you, I got you, OH CHRIST I GOT YOU – HERE IT COMES BABY, HERE IT COMES – OH—OH--OH!!” Tommy shook and trembled like he was having a fit as he shot his cum in my ass and mixed it in with Warren’s. Damn he was a good fuck. Tommy was still embedded in my warm wet ass when Warren pounded on the door again and started yanking on the door handle. “GOD DAMN IT TOMMY, GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE!!” Tommy shook the fog from his head, yanked his wet dick out of my raw ass, pulled the red panties out of my mouth and said, “Later baby,” and unlocked and opened the bathroom door. Warren was waiting with the plate, which was now restocked with white powder. He stepped in as Tommy left, still buckling up his pants. Warren said, “Here, take what hits you need and I’ll put some more up your ass. I know you ain’t used to all this shit, so have some beer and liquor out there to edge you off. Don’t get me wrong, I want you fucked up as nothing sells better then a fucked up slut, so Tommy will bring you back here in between tricks to snort up what you need.” I must have looked confused as Warren said, “What? Did you just think me and my boys would fuck you? Oh they all well, trust – probably a couple times each – but tonight you’re being whored out and will turn tricks for me slut. In return, I will keep all your holes coated in powder and you will get as much cum as you can take. Did Tommy do you right? Told you my boy could fuck. Let me feel that cum, coat my finger up so I can powder your hole.” Warren continued as I snorted the plate clean, “I know you an AIDs slut, willing to take that nasty infected dick, so I sent a couple of my boys out to the Park to put out the word to every infected dude who’s wife or girl won’t let him in cause he got the drip or shit to come on down as I got me a good white slut lined up. You make sure to do whatever they want. A slut does not object. Be their woman, be their pussy, be their fucking Aunt Martha if that’s what they want, or their daddy, I don’t care, just get their nutt and I get my green. I’m a money man, it’s all about the Benjamins, hear me?” I nodded, Warren smiled, and he wrapped up coating the insides of my cummy ass with more powder by saying, “You better not fucking let me down!! This is business and I expect you to be a nasty freak who will do ANYTHING and I mean ANYTHING because if you do me right, I have one fucked up surprise for you later.” Warren led the way back out onto the dock and as he went down the stairs I scampered back behind the stack of pallets. Tommy looked over from his post by the table and fridge, and blew me a kiss and winked, and went back to smoking his cigarette. The office work day had wound down and occasionally a car would drive into the lot, the headlights alerting everyone to the incoming and his crew would take their positions as Warren would step out and deal with them directly. I waited on the dirty moving blankets behind the pallets and Tommy came to check on me a couple of times. I so wanted more of his cum and kept trying to het him to fuck me, but he just shook his head an walked off. I got bored and so I sat where I could watch what was happening out in the alley area and tried to cover myself with one of the blankets, but stopped when I noticed they were crawling with bugs, so just pulled my knees up in front of my chest and waited. The first guy Warren sent up to me had driven up in a white BMW. He was your average suit and tie man, totally clean cut. When he parked and got out of the guy all nervous like, he talked to Warren, parked and he looked at his car nervously. I heard Warren laugh, saw Warren slap his back and say, “Don’t worry Pops, we don’t jack cars, not our shit. You know what our business is so you partaking or not?” The guy nodded, climbed the concrete steps. Tommy tilted his head and said, “Ah right, time to give it up.” I scooted back behind the pallets, stood up, my skin getting goose bumps from being nervous and fucked up. The guy stared at me as he walked around the pallets, seeing I was totally naked. I asked him what he wanted to do and he said he didn’t know. So I asked if he wanted to get sucked. He said yeah. I sucked his 6-inch dick for a while and asked if he wanted to fuck. The poor guy hemmed and hawed until Tommy stepped over gave him a snort and said, “This will help you fucking decide man, time is money you know?” The BMW guy got a glazed look in his eyes so I took the initiative, unbuckled his pants, let them drop, and then backed up on his hard dick and started riding him. Frankly his dick was not doing a thing for me, but he seemed to like it as he grabbed my hips and started doing baby steps forward trying to get deeper up into my ass. I had to control my laughter as I was bent over and the site of his feet and dress pants trying to move forward just struck me as funny as hell. BMW guy did not last long at all and soon made a hell of a racket and got wicked loud as he shot his load up my ass. Once he cummed he quickly realized again where he was, yanked his pants up and half ran back to his car and left. I did not have to wait as Warren had my next dicks lined up and waiting. Three Latino guys came behind the pallets, all carrying construction hats, and set their bags and hats down. One guy asked in broken English, “You suck cock?” I nodded and said, “I love to get fucked too,” as I turned around and bent over and let them see my wet hole. The Spanish flew fast and furious and in seconds all three of them were getting buck ass naked! That surprised me and I was staring as Tommy came to the edge of the pallets with the plate and motioned me over. Tommy laughed, pointed at the plate and said, “Looks like you sold them on your hole for sure. Here, hit this, they paid for two rounds each, but the way they be bouncing around and stroking and looking at you I bet they will shoot quicker then a 14 year old.” I turned back around, all three Latin guys were now naked, stroking, so I did a quick roll of the dice in my head to pick who would go first. I knelt down in front of the guy in the middle to try to suck him, but he pulled away and went right behind me, spat on his dick and then grabbed my shoulders as he pushed his fat 8-inch dick up my ass. I pushed my ass back and out and he must have liked that because he started saying something to his friends who stroked their dicks harder. The one to my left decided to give my mouth a try and I was soon skewered with nice uncut dicks on both ends. I had only sucked him a minute when he pulled away to calm down, I had him so close and his dick twitched and arched trying to unload without success. His buddy took advantage and stuffed my mouth. He was the biggest of the three, over 9-inches, and much thicker, and hard, not soft and squishy at all. I was choking big time when the guy in my ass unloaded. As soon as he pulled out of my ass the guy I had sucked first pushed right up my ass and did not last even 30 seconds before he shot. The big guy I was sucking pulled out of my mouth, pushed his friend off my back, flipped me over, raised my legs and entered me hard and rough. He leaned in, squeezed my right chest hard and pinched my nipple. I yelped a little and he adjusted himself so he could keep fucking while he leaned down now to start chewing on my nipples. That set me off and I started moaning loudly like the whore they were using me for. The two other guys kneeled on each side of my head and I would suck one, then turn my head and suck on the other. The guy fucking me picked up his pace and I started flexing my hole muscles to milk his cum. He moaned, tensed, and bred me and bit my nipple hard as he did. I grabbed the back of his head but he just started biting and chewing hard as he kept fucking me and gave me his second load. His two friends then took his place once he pulled out and I got two more hot Latin loads up my ass. Six loads within about 20 minutes, all raw, I had no idea who these guys were, and I was just there to serve them. As each one finished, they got up and got dressed and sat on the side watching and then chatting until their buddy finished. I wanted to ask them if they had toxic cum, but figured given the language barrier may not work, so just lay on the buggy blanket and rested when they left. I cleaned the plate Tommy brought over, old him how much I wanted him to work their cum up my ass, but he denied me again, so I sat back, let the shit take its course, and felt the high rush in as I waited for the next raw dick. Stay tuned for PART 3- The Crew Take Their Turn, Tommy’s Colors Show.

PART 3 –UNCLE JACK’S HOUSE/CRACK DEN – PIMPED OUT After Warren and his white boy left, Dwayne and Malcolm wanted to fuck some more. I told them I could not take it. I had lost count how many loads I had taken up my ass and it felt like my hole was gaping and would not close up as it seemed like I just kept leaking cum. They both laughed, reminded me I was their bitch, so they would keep fucking me whether I cooperated or not, so I hit the pipe and took whatever they gave me. I guess it was about 1:30 a.m. when Malcolm said we needed to settle up some as they had to restock supplies, but not to worry as they were not done fucking me and planned leaving my slut hole stretched and sloppy loose and full of their cum. Dwayne asked for their clothes, which I got out of the dryer, and as they started to get dressed he said I had to come with them too and don’t ask questions, just get dressed and come along. So I got dressed, let as much juice and cum out of my ass in the bathroom as I could first, but before we left Dwayne told me to lube up my ass as they may want to fuck again before we get back. When we got outside they started walking east towards the Shaw neighborhood. In DC, you have some neighborhoods that on one block they look OK, are pretty safe, but then the next it is all torn up, rundown, and you would not walk there alone even during the day. This was one of those areas and only within about 6 blocks of my apartment. We walked up to a row house in the middle of the block that looked abandoned too, but I could see slivers of light coming out between the boards of a couple of the windows and I noticed two big dudes sitting out front on the porch, smoking. Almost all the houses around this one were boarded up too and looked abandoned, there was only the occasional car driving down the street or dog barking to indicate any life at all. Dwayne walked up the steps as Malcolm and I waited by the broken down gate and chain-linked fence. He then waved for us and we followed him into the house, which had a front room with a couple ratty chairs, a hallway towards the back where we could see a couple guys standing. The place was dimly lit, so I could not see who they were as there was a lit room behind them that encased them in shadows, but no light in the hall. Once we were inside one of the guys from the porch closed the wood door, and stood inside. Dwayne walked back, said something to one of the guys in the shadows and then came back and said to me, “We’ll be waiting out here for a minute, you go back and say hi to my man there.” I looked at him not sure what he meant as he pushed me a little down the hall towards the shadowy figures at the back. As I was walking the few feet down the hall the two guys made some motions and movement and as I got closer saw they had pulled up bandanas over their faces. They both had on sunglasses – in a pretty dark house, not sure what that was about – and so between that and the bandanas I could not see their faces. I was not sure what I was supposed to do and now was a bit freaked, but the guy closest to me said, “Come here,” so I followed him past the other guy and into the kitchen, which was lit with one bare bulb hanging precariously from the ceiling, wallpaper peeling off the wall, and the vinyl floor was torn and mostly gone, showing the bare wood below. There were a couple metal chairs, an old metal table with a formica top, a bunch of dirty dishes on the counters, a stove and a fridge and a door that led to the backyard I assumed. The window in the door and the window over the sink were boarded over, and there appeared to be another door, to what I assumed was the basement. The guy I followed stepped to the side out of sight line of the hallway and dropped his pants. He had a nice fat dick, maybe 8 or 9 inches, uncut with a long foreskin. I assumed I was supposed to suck him, so got on my knees, peeled the ripe foreskin back, and started sucking him. He got hard really quick, pushed my head away and said, “Stand up.” So I did, he then yanked at my pants, pulling them off me in one tug, pushed me against the door to the basement, and he shoved his raw dick into my ass. The door was making little banging noises as he fucked with me pressed against it, and the banging got louder and faster as he got close. “OH FUCKER!” he said as he shot, pulled out, and said, “Stay like that.” The other guy from the hall now came around the corner, bandana still covering his face, he dropped his pants and his dick was instantly hard. I reached out to stroke it as it was a good 10 inches and thick. He slapped my hand away, pushed me back flat against the basement door, and I had to get on my tip toes for the right angle as he went into my ass. This one slam fucked and I was afraid the hinges would pop on the door as it was rattling something fierce as he powered into my hole. I started to ask him to fuck me harder and he slapped my head and said, “Shut the FUCK UP!” So I did, let him do his business and got his load too. He pulled out, pulled his pants up, and walked back into the hall. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do so just stood there and in a minute Dwayne came back. “Come on man,” he said. I hiked up my pants, followed Dwayne back down the hall and this time noticed a door in the middle of the hall on the left to another room with light coming out under the door. I only saw one of the guys who just fucked me, and the big guy from the porch was still standing by the front door. Malcolm was now sitting on the floor to the guy’s right smoking his pipe. Just before the doorway, we stopped by the stairs to the right, and Dwayne motioned me to follow the guy who fucked me last up the stairs, which creaked with every step. The paint and wood were both worn. When we got to the top of the stairs at the front of the house, there was a door to the left that was open, and I could see two guys tag team fucking some white chick with long hair. The next room’s door was open too and there were three or four people sitting around on boxes and chairs all smoking, there was a TV on, and they paid us no mind as we walked by. The door to the next room was closed, and the guy I followed took me to the last door that was in the wall that went across the back of the house. The guy knocked, stepped in and closed the door, so I stood waiting. I could hear the guys fucking the girl and the TV playing, and was tempted to reach into my pants and try to taste the cum the guys had just given me. The door handle turned, the door opened, and the guy with the bandana up over his face motioned me into the room. The door closed, and sounded like it locked, which surprised me, and as I heard someone laugh I looked around the room and on the far side in the shadows a large man stood up and said, “We can’t have you running now can we. My men will ensure that you stay here until I say you are allowed to go, now please, come, sit, join me here so we may both be comfortable.” As I got closer, I could see the guy was about 6”4, like 220 pounds football player build, with teeth missing, a beard, hairy chest, hard to tell his age, but as he was standing there and the fan was blowing across him, I could clearly see he had a monster dick swinging in his shorts. He did not have on a shirt, just blue gym shorts with a white a stripe down each side. I then felt how hot and stuffy the room was and realized why he had the fan on as it appeared the windows in this room were boarded over too. He towered over me, and I did feel a bit scared then as it seemed I was locked in, did not know who this was, and assumed I was being pimped out. From the look of his bulge though, any fear was quickly replaced by my ass talking and saying it wanted some beef! He stepped towards me, extended his hand, “Welcome, I am Uncle Jack,” he said with what appeared to be a French accent, with a Caribbean Island lilt. The floors creaked under his weight and the little fan did not do much to stench the smell and heat. Uncle Jack sat back down, lit a pipe, took several long hits, handed it to me and said, “Here, please, enjoy. My boys, they tell me you are good No? And say your friend’s think you are worth some of my best rock. What do you say?” I hit the pipe, totally different high from the snow Warren gave me. The new hit crashed against the wall of high from earlier. I shuddered, and the new hit slammed through and encased my body in heat. My head spun, I gasped and, placed my hand against a wall to steady myself and Uncle Jack laughed. DAMN! That was some strong shit. When I could sort of focus again, Uncle Jack said again, “So, tell me, now that you have had a taste, are you worth my best rock?” “I can’t say Sir,” I replied, and as I did and took another hit, then a longer one, and was totally fucked up. I handed the pipe back to Uncle Jack and saw his dick tenting his shorts and could not help but stare. Uncle Jack motioned me over, shoved my head into his crotch and said, “I want you to suck my cock yes?” I kneeled on the wood floor in front of his chair and started licking at his gym shorts and was amazed at his size. Holy fucking shit he was huge! Horse dick, donkey dick, big-ass-mother-fukka all applied. I could not wait to feel him inside me, so I stood up, pulled my pants down, took my shirt off, and got totally naked. The crack I had just smoked had set my horny level to 100+, and all the dick I had taken earlier was nothing compared to what I knew Uncle Jack could give me. Uncle Jack chuckled, “Yes, they said you were a hungry, hmm what is the word, slut, yes slut, Hungry slut. I see, I see that this I true no? So are you a white one who can take it hard? Take it like Uncle Jack wants? I see they have marked your ass already this night. Who does that? Tell me who?” I told him it was a guy named Warren and Uncle Jack laughed, “Yes yes, Warren, he knows what is best and he knows what Uncle Jack likes. I know it is he who sent you and your friends to me tonight, but never you mind as you and I would have met soon one way or the other. You do not know. Well of course not no. You see, your friend, no no not your friend, your – well I cannot say – but Dr Mike – yes Dr Mike, he and I are the same you see? No? We – we both serve HIM – we both serve the Deacon in our own ways and you must be ready as soon it will be your time to serve him if we train you well.” Deacon? HIM? What was this guy talking about? Who are they? Uncle Jack continued, “Dr Mike deals with the pretty side of this city. It is Uncle Jack’s job to deal with the dirty side, to make sure that the whores, addicts, thugs, thiefs, and ghetto dogs get infected. It is Uncle Jack’s job to make sure that as many asses and dicks as possible get the AIDs and more, and when they have a taste of my rock, the last thing they care about is using a condom. Dr Mike has trained you well, very well yes, but he is – how you say – Dr Mike is soft, he does not hurt you like you need. That is why he has Charles. But even Charles cannot prepare you, but Uncle Jack can, yes Uncle Jack will make sure you know how you will be used.” I still had no idea what the fuck he was talking about and was so high and horny and focused on his dick, did not really care, but in the weeks to come, it would begin to make sense. “Anyways, shall we begin?” With that Uncle Jack stood up, set the pipe down, pulled his shorts down and his monster dick fell out. He was a good 12.5 inches, longer than Warren’s for sure and it looked twice as thick. There was no fucking way I could take that!!!! Uncle Jack smiled at me, “Oh yes, you will see, you will feel so good. It is so – how you say – difficile – difficult for me to find someone who can take me, so tonight when your friends come and say you are here and that they have prepared you well, well VOILA!” I was a self-admitted cum slut and dick hound, but holy CHRIST HIS DICK WAS BIG!!! It was long and thick and I could barely fit my mouth around the end of it. As I tried to suck Uncle Jack he used the spit running out of mouth and down his big black dick to jerk with. So while I barely managed the head, he jerked his dick with my spit and my dick was streaming precum from fear and from wanting to feel him thrust inside of me. After a few minutes Uncle Jack stopped and said, “It is time now. Here, smoke some more, please.” So I took the pipe, had several big hits and as I handed it back to him could not believe that he was about to try to fuck me. There was no way. He stood up and I got on the bed doggy style as he shoved three fingers in my ass, scraping me with his long nails. I screamed as my ass seemed suddenly as dry as a desert. He spit on my hole and told me to lay flat. His weight crushed me as he got on my back, trying to position his dick to fuck me. My hole was so open from all the dick I had taken that his head found my gaping hole easily. But, he was so big, and the angle a bit off, that when he tried to push it in he just hit the side of my ass ring and I screamed again. Uncle Jack laughed and said, “Oh yes, Deacon will be pleased. HE likes a slut who cries out in pain, as do I. You will bleed for me so I can infect you good.” I screamed louder as he pushed his dick head through my hole. My ass ripped, white pain engulfed my body and smothered the high from the pipe. I was gasping for air from his weight and the pain and trying my best to run from the assault. In that moment of clarity the pain gave me I realized he was truly going to rape me and was afraid. “Please yes, make noise, I, like HE who I serve, enjoy knowing you are with pain, so yes please white slut, cry for me.” At that point I was shaking and screaming and was done and tried pushing him off of me, which was like a duckling trying to move a Volvo, fucker was dead weight on me! Uncle Jack kept working his mammoth dick around and found my second hole, then moved on to the third. Every inch of his dick shredded my insides, and created more pain than I had ever experienced. “You like that bitch?” Uncle Jack asked. “Good white bitch – like that – make that pussy bleed – what you want – huh?” I could barely breathe with him still on top of me, and my jaw was clenched from the pain. He continued to fuck me, and now began pulling his dick almost all the way out, then working it back in, inch by painful inch. Uncle Jack then slowly pulled his huge black dick all the way out of my ass, which made a big plopping sound as it came out of my hole and was followed by a small river of ass juice, blood, and shit. ‘Come, put your ass over the side of the bed,” Uncle Jack said as he got up, and then squatted behind me as I leaned over the side of the bed. “I want to see you bleed for me slut,” he said as he punched his dick head into my hole and pulled it back out. I screamed louder, he laughed, and repeated to rip me open again and again, each punch fuck tearing my hole a little more. “Oh yes!” Uncle Jack said. “You are doing well slut, very well, now tell me what you want!” “I want you to get off me!” I cried out. Uncle Jack growled, dug his hands into my arms and I screamed, Uncle Jack now started rough fucking. He was so deep and it felt like I had to shit, but he would not stop as my insides cramped, convulsed, and then opened up for him. He then began to slap me as he fucked, he ran his long fingernails up and down my back, leaving red bloody lines, he choked me, spit on me, and used me in every way possible for his pleasure. My mind and body were at war as my body began to enjoy what Uncle Jack was doing, but my mind was still wanting him to stop. Uncle Jack pulled out, went to his chair, picked up his pipe, and took a few hits. “Come,” he said, “Take some hits, you are being a good slut, but we are far from done. It takes me a VERY LONG time to cum, very long, and I want to enjoy abusing you slut. Now tell Uncle Jack, do you like?” As I stood up on shaky legs and looked at him, seeing his wet, huge dick and feeling how empty my ass now felt, I realized I wanted more, much more. I walked over, took several long hits of his best rock, and let the high wash over me. I gave him the pipe back, reached out and stroked his dick, let it go and licked my hand clean, then looked up at him and said, “Please don’t stop. Make me please you. I want your AIDS PLEASE!” Uncle Jack smiled, “Want my AIDs? That’s what you said? You will get my AIDs, and more as Dr Mike and I have plans for you.” He then spun me around and slammed his infected dick balls deep up my ass as I screamed again. Uncle Jack continued to rape my ass in various positions, anything to make it hurt and bleed for him. We stopped a few more times to hit the pipe and he was right, it took him a long time to cum. I did not want more dick! But he kept fucking and fucking and shit he sweated liked a damn beast and I was drenched in his sweat and stink and my own juices. I was now on my back, legs up, my head rolling side to side as Uncle Jack fucked me into total ecstasy. “Good slut, I am going to infect you now, oh yes….so good….let me use you…oh yes…let me use you….. open up for Uncle Jack, open up, YES, YES, TAKE MY AIDS, TAKE MY CUM, TAKE MY AIDS INSIDE YOU!!” Wave after wave after cum shot out of his dick as he shot into my bruised hole. He shook, and spit dribbled from his mouth as his orgasm went on and on. Finally spent, Uncle Jack collapsed on top of me, his dick still buried up my ass. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I kept whispering in his ear. Uncle Jack finally rolled off me stood up. I scooted to the edge of the bed, grabbed his dick, and licked him clean. His entire shaft was coated now in cum and more, and I savored every little bit. He sighed, patted my head, and went and sat in his chair and hit his pipe. I walked over, he handed it to me, smiling, and I took a few hits and handed it back. “Will you fuck me again?” I asked. Uncle Jack laughed and said, “Oh yes slut, I will fuck you again as you need to be ready.” He scooted a little forward in the chair, pulled me closer, reached between my legs and shoved most of his right hand up my ass like I was a puppet. “I have only begun using you,” Uncle Jack snarled, “and next time I want that ass fresh and tight and unfucked as I will give you so much pain you will pass out when I fuck you.” He pulled his hand out, rapped on the wall twice, the door unlocked, the masked guy stood in the doorway as I got dressed. I stumbled into the hall. The masked guy locked the door and led me down the hall. The people were still watching the TV, but the room where the guys were fucking the white chock earlier was empty. The masked guy stopped me, pushed me into the room, pulled my pants down and slam fucked another quick load into me, making sure Uncle Jack’s cum was worked in good. He then took me downstairs where I found Dwayne and Malcolm sitting in the front room smoking pipes. At least they had the courtesy to look up at me sheepishly as I walked in the room. They each offered me their pipes, and I took a few hits, which helped ease the intense pain in my ass from Uncle Jack’s fuck. I walked tenderly down the street with Dwayne and Malcolm who kept saying I must have done real good for Uncle Jack as his boys set them up with a ton of rock and some other good shit they could not wait to try. They were fucking happy as clams, but I was sore as fuck and done. We got to my place as the sun was starting to come up. I immediately got naked and Dwayne wanted to look at my hole and said, “Uncle Jack sure knows how to rape a hole. God damn! You a slut for sure now with that big gaping hole, all bloody and open. DAMN! I need to get back up in there!” I took a couple hits off Malcolm’s pipe, stood in front of him and Dwayne, bent over, spread my cheeks and said, “Well, let’s see if you two can give Uncle Jack a run for his money as my ass is feeling empty, so can some Big Black Dick help me out?” Me and the boys partied and fucked for the next two days. In between them fucking me and loading me with their AIDs cum, piss, and spit, a few quick naps while one hit the streets to find some more anonymous dick for me, and the guys they brought back, I set a new record for Dr Mike in how much cum was injected into my bloody, used, and hungry ass. DR MIKE WAS VERY PLEASED, AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERED. I COULD NOT WAIT TO SEE UNCLE JACK AGAIN AND MAYBE WOULD LEARN MORE ABOUT THE ONE THEY CALLED DEACON.

PART 2 – THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN We had just about finished another round of hits on the pipes when the phone rang and the guy who was downstairs said he was looking for Dwayne. Shit, totally forgot about the other guys Dwayne and Malcolm said they would try to get to come over that they knew from Franklin Square Park. So I buzzed them up, threw some pants on and went to answer the door. Dwayne and Malcolm stayed as they were on the couch, naked, hard dicks standing straight up, and hitting the pipe. I watched through the peephole and when I saw someone come off the elevator, opened the door and in walked the two new guys. The first guy was black, about 25 or so, taller then me but skinny, with his hair braided in long neat rows, baseball cap tilted to the side, close cropped beard, no shirt on and white t-shirt stuffed in his back pocket. His arms, torso, neck, and part of his back was covered in tattoos. The other guy – to my surprise – was a white kid, younger than the black guy, long denim shorts on, grey tank top, black and red sneakers, unshaven, but not really a beard, and he was about my height, but really really skinny – sickly thin. They just stood in the hall as I closed the door, I locked up, got in front of them, held out my hand to shake the black guys hand and introduced myself. He looked at me, sneered and said, “What the fuck I care about that for?” I shrugged and led them into the living room where Dwayne and Malcolm both said “Yo man,” and then Dwayne looked at the white kid, at the new guy, and said, “Yo Warren, what happened to your boy? You know man, the one we all ganged that bitch with. What’s his name from Baltimore, Tommy, Tom, or something. Warren said, “He got into some shit, he’s locked up now in PG County Jail,” as he sat down in one of the dining room chairs I had brought in by the couch. “What do you have to drink,” he said. I told him, he asked for some rum, and the kid who was sitting in another chair said nothing and looked totally strung out. Dwayne and Malcolm hit their pipes while Warren pulled out a huge bag of white powder, poured some in a clean ash tray, then took a rolled up dollar bill out of his pocket and sniffed a few lines. “So,” Warren said as he looked at us, “You being a slut today for these niggas? Hmmm, let’s see what you working with, get those pants off, let me see your hole.” So I took off my pants as Dwayne and Malcolm watched me and the white kid just stared off into space. I turned around in front of Warren who said, “Hmmm, ass still all white, you niggas took it easy on him I see, what you been doing? Playing cards or fucking? An ass needs to be marked up!” And with that Warren slapped my right cheek hard, leaving a big pink mark where he contacted. I yelled, jumped forward, he stood up, grabbed my left arm, pulled me back, “Don’t be running,” he said. “I ain’t done with you.” He then gave me a couple more hard smacks, told me to bend way over as he opened my hole and started working two fingers inside my ass. “Oh yeah, see where someone’s been digging at you – all raw and shit back here. Hmmm…Now reach back and hold your cheeks apart, yeah that’s right, gonna set up you up with a Franklin Park Special right here,” Warren laughed as I looked at Dwayne and Malcolm who were hitting their pipes again and just nodding. “You know what that is slut? No? Don’t matter none, now just keep those cheeks apart. Yo – my man – come here – hold him, make sure he don’t run from me.” Now I was nervous as the white kid came out of his stupor, walked over, stood in front of me so my shoulder was against his hip and his hands were on my back. I kept my cheeks open and felt Warren begin to force two fingers in my hole. HOLY FUCK THAT BURNED! What was he doing? Oh, I bet he was giving me a booty bump, which I confirmed as I turned my head and looked back and he was smiling as he licked his fingers clean, dipped them in his bag of white powder, then worked them back up my hole. “Now slut,” Warren said half laughing, “You are going to be begging for this here dick in no time, ain’t that right boy,” as he slapped the white kid. The white kid grunted and Warren kept working his fingers around my hole. The burning sensation had lessoned up some and now I could my head starting to buzz and a new high mixing in with the crack. WOW! I let out a big breath, and Warren said, “Now boy, we want to watch you use this hole, so come on now. The white kid dropped his pants and a nice thick 9-inch dick popped out, curved up, uncut, very white with a pale pink head. Just gorgeous shape and perfect size and I let out a little moan. Warren slapped my ass hard, shifted his chair closer to the couch as the kid got behind me and tried forcing his dick in my hole. Whatever Warren had put up my ass had made my hole tighten up like a Netherlands dam during a spring flood, so he was trying to work in with no luck. Warren laughed and said, “Boy, use your tongue damn it, lick some of that snow out of that valley now, taste it, wet it up, that’s get you more fucked up too.” The kid obeyed and started lapping at my hole. I was moaning, and flying good, but legs were tired, so I reached to my right, pulled one of the chairs in front of me, and leaned on it for support. Warren and the other guys were now egging him on saying shit like, “Come on, let’s see some white dick in action. Don’t think the slut likes white dick does he? Think this slut into dark meat, but show him what you got. Go on now, fuck it, fuck it.” Then Dwayne spoke up and said, “He’s an AIDs slut. He likes that infected dick, and loves lapping on old Mr Willie here, slurping up my green slime.” Warren said, “O yeah? Hmmm…. Well boy, you heard that, he’s an AIDs slut, ain’t you got something to give him too then?” The kid did not say anything, just stopped lapping at my ass, stood up, and pushed his dick in, tearing my powdered insides up as he did. I started swearing and saying it hurts, which made the guys laugh and Warren said, “Damn, you ain’t no slut, wait till I get you, you ain’t felt nothing yet.” The kid kept fucking and once the pain in my ass settled, the high took over and a radiant heat started emanating from my ass as the kid gave me his white raw dick. I don’t know how long he fucked, was sort of out of it, but next thing I realized he pulled out and I could feel cum and hot juice running down the back of my legs. I stood up, stretched, and Warren got up, grabbed his supplies, and said, “Fellas, me and this ass is gonna have a little alone time. You watch over my boy but DON’T fuck with him. He’s mine, hear me? Where’s your bedroom at?” I stumbled down the hall, with Warren pushing me along. We got into the bedroom, closed the door, he turned the light on, cleared a space on the dresser and set his stuff out, snorted a few lines, waved me over, I snorted two and mead started buzzing as the powder hit. Wow that was good! Warren laughed and said, “Come here. I don’t need those niggas up in my business you hear me. They tell you got some good ass and I like pink hole, watching my black dick go in and out. I ain’t into kissing and all that shit, but I’m a freak and love watching my black dick go in and outta pink hole. So bend over and push that shit out, I want to lick up my boys load and that slushy snow.” I leaned over the bed and Warren kneeled behind me, and started nipping and licking at my hole. Saying ‘hmmmmmmm’ as he lapped up his boy’s load mixed with the powered and ass juice up my hole. I kept pushing like I had to shit to feed him the other guy’s loads too if he wanted it. “Oh yeah slut, that some nasty good shit,” Warren said as he got up, wiping his mouth and going back to the dresser. He brought the ashtray full of powder over, set it on the bed, had me lick his fingers nice and wet, and then as he coated them said, “I got me a true HUGE MOTHERFUCKIN GUTTA SNAKE for you, you down for a beast fuck and getting that ass turned into pussy? Can you take it rough white bitch – huh? I fucks rough – want to bruise that hole. Now, time for another special, so answer me, you want this gutta snake?” As Warren worked his powder coated fingers into my ass, which hardly burned at all at first this time, but then he started clawing at my hole, increasing the damage Dwayne did earlier, and that shit BURNED! I cried out a bit and he said, “So you want it or not?” “Yes please, PLEASE MAKE ME YOUR SLUT!” I said, “I’ll do anything you want, just please fuck me now!” Warren laughed, pulled his fingers out, worked them around inside my mouth making me taste the pungent powder and my ass. “You gonna get it for sure.” I sat on the bed as Warren stood up, undid his pants, took of his shirt, then his shorts. HOLY FUCK HIS DICK WAS MASSIVE! I reached out, stroked it as he put his hand on my head and I leaned in and licked on it. He was over 11 inches for sure and thick and meaty, I could not wait for him to be inside my ass and immediately got on the bed doggy style, as I was flying high and needed to be bred raw, dirty, and nasty. Warren got behind me, put his hands up on my neck so that his thumbs met in the middle of the back of my neck and his hands and fingers gripped my head like a vise and he started to push his dick into my hole. As before, the powder had made my hole clench up, put Warren just continued pushing and forcing his dick forward, while squeezing my neck/head to ensure I would not move or run from the onslaught. I was begging for him to fuck me in one breath and to stop in the next. “You like that bitch?’ Warren said as he continue to tear my ass open as he worked his massive dick inside me. “You want to get infected by my dick? I got AIDs in prison and need another good bitch to take my cum. I ain’t doing meds and that shit, I am going to fuck and party and breed as many white sluts like you as I can to make sure it gets passes a long. As you can tell from my boy out there, my AIDs is some tough potent shit and he’ll be dead soon, so now your turn slut, so who’s your MASTER?” Damn! Hearing Warren tell me how infected he was made me jack my dick harder as he finished working his dick inside me and started doing long, deep strokes, ripping my guts open wider and wider each time he pulled out. “I’m the master,” I replied, as I wanted him to get worked up a bit and earn my ass for real. “What the fuck slut? You think you the master? Just cause you white? Well slut,” Warren said as his hands squeezed tighter around my neck, “I’m gonna make you a nigga bitch through all this cum I’m going to give you slut. The I’m the master again, cause it’s my dick up inside you and what I say goes, now take it slut! Beg for it! Tell your master how much you want his AIDs cum!” So I did, I begged, pleaded, said every dirty thing I could think of to get him to fuck me deeper, harder, and breed me with his infected load. “You want my cum? You want my death cum? My gutta snake spit? OH YEAH – MAKE MY SNAKE SPIT – TAKE IT SLUT – TAKE MY …” Warren hollered as he unloaded in my ass. His pace slowed as he worked it in and I kept begging for more, pleading for him not to stop. Warren pulled out, wiped off his dick with the edge of the bed cover and then walked over to the bedroom closet. He turned the light on and I didn’t pay attention to what he was doing as I was still pretty high and so missing his dick. WHACK! Fucking Christ, I started to turn around and move and Warren said, “Don’t run bitch, I want to make that ass red – WHACK! – yeah bitch – look at those red stripes on that pretty white ass, you need to remember I’m THE MASTER. Now get up.” I had tears in my eyes as he had whipped me pretty good. Warren put my hands behind my back and with the belt looped around them, tied them together with a length of the belt left for him to hang onto. “Bend back over!” Warren said, so I did, and as he half hauled me up off the bed he shoved his dick back in my ass. “Fucking slut, I got what you need, now open that hole, that’s it, open wide, I think the guys need to take you to see Uncle Jack, that fucked up nigga will shred your pussy. Oh fuck, got another nutt for you – damn fuck can’t hold off so good – TAKE MY AIDS, BE ANOTHER WHITE SLUT I KILL WITH MY CUM!!!! “Clean me off,” Warren growled as he pulled me back off the bed, straining my shoulder and arms that were still tied together with the belt. I knelt, licked his dick clean, tasted the tang of blood and thanked him for breeding my raw hole. He didn’t say anything, just hauled me up, he got dressed, then he pulled me backwards down the hallways to the living room. “What the fuck man? What did you do?” Dwayne asked. Warren said, “Just a little training as this white slut needs to learn who the true masters are, right? Got a good whore here who needs some more nasty dick – you ready?” “Fuck yo, I’m always ready and since you would not us let us get a taste of your boy over there, we be ready to get it in now!” Dwayne said as he got up off the couch, took the belt from Warren, and dragged me back to the bedroom. First Dwayne, then Malcolm, used the belt, fucked me wild, and gave me some more cum in my now totally bruised and sore hole. Malcolm then handed me back off to Warren who pushed me face down on the bed, laid on me as he sunk his dick into my used ass, and said, “I like you slut. I like that you are a true white slut who can’t get enough black dick. Anytime you want some more of this prison dick you know where I’m at. Come get me at Franklin. I could have fun getting a train of horned up brothas running on your ass. Got me a security guard at one of the buildings off the park who lets me take care of business in the loading dock area for a little something in exchange. Your ass would be his payment for sure, then I would run dudes up on you all night and I would make sure they all fucked you raw so either they giving you nasty shit or you give it to them. What the fuck do I care. You like that? I knew you would. I’d fuck you up – and we’d party. Maybe give you some hardcore shit as I know a few who would pay a premium to see you take on my man’s rottweilers – ever been knotted by a 4 legged dog? My man loves using a throat while his boys knot a hole – hmm – fuck that’s got me hot, oh damn slut, here’s SOME MORE CUM!” Warren untied me, let me do a couple lines as thanks, got dressed, then walked me back out to where the guys were. The white kid was still sitting off to the side and Malcolm and Dwayne were on the couch, dicks hard, smoking their pipes. “Show my boy where the bathroom is, then I gotta go,” Warren said and as the kid started to follow me I heard Warren say something to the guys and caught the words, ‘Go see Uncle Jack.’ Stay tuned for - PART 3 –UNCLE JACK’S HOUSE/CRAK DEN – PIMPED OUT