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Part 7 Spent, Luke looked up at the ceiling and contemplated how much he had changed in the span of 72 hours. He turned to the camera that Steve held and whimpered with a grin “I’m YOUR whore now.” Weeks and months passed. Symptoms – some annoying, some painful, some just gross – came and went as Steve and Billy’s toxicity -- among others after that weekend -- took hold of Luke’s body. Two constants remained resolute: Luke’s ever-present lust for and obedience to Steve, and the fact that he’d been forever marked by Steve - physically and emotionally. ********************************************************************* The camera panned up Luke’s body: his tan feet, protruding calves, bulging quads, and large flaccid dick, where the shot lingered for a bit for admiration. The camera then made it to Luke’s relatively new scorpion tattoo above his pubic line, then to his taught abdominal muscles, his pecs, and finally his face. “This is Luke,” the cameraman could be heard saying. Luke smiled and responded with a casual, yet friendly “Hey.” He was now used to being objectified for the benefit of Steve. The camera then panned to the guy standing next to Luke. He was around 20 years old with freckles and shaved red hair. “What’s your name?” the cameraman asked. “I’m Josh.” The video frame then started its way down Josh’s pale body. He was less muscular and skinnier than Luke, but was in good, athletic shape. The happy trail of red hair above his waistline lead to a large uncut semi-hard dick, and then the camera then continued to his bare feet. “Okay, fellas, what are we here for today?” “Well,” Luke responded, “I’m gonna fuck Josh!” giving the camera a wide smile. “Josh, how do you feel about this?” “It’s hot. I’ve wanted this for a long time.” Steve interjected “Cut, cut, cut. This is coming off like pretty boy porn. It’s not a fucking love story here. We need to rethink how we set this shit up, otherwise it’s not gonna sell. I mean, we’re about to film an actual pozzing! Josh -- you’re about to get fucked by my unmedicated whore, and you aren’t on anything that’ll save your ass from getting the bug. He’s gonna give you every god damn disease you’ve ever heard of and we’re gonna advertise this to the world. You’re gonna be huge porn stars for this, and I’m gonna make a ton of money off of you sluts. I need to hear and see fear and desire here. All right, go on. Action.” “I’m gonna fuck him raw.” Luke said into the camera, then he turned to Josh. “I’m gonna knock him up with my HIV baby. I’m gonna convert this little faggot like I was converted and then we’re gonna seed other faggots out there together.” Steve was pleased with the results of his directorial aside as he knew, having shared the fuck photos and video of Billy and Luke with his friends, that this could be a lucrative way to exploit his lover. Finding Josh – a cute, willing, neg, exhibitionist chaser – was a hard feat, but the internet finally produced gold with this ginger. Josh broke character and said frankly “I can’t stop shaking I’m so nervous. I want this – I really want this – but it’s just.. I’m just.. it’s overwhelming.” “Relax.” Luke said, putting his arm around Josh’s waist. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” “I want to do this. It’s just so real now – it was one thing before today chatting online or camming, but now, I mean, it’s not fantasy anymore. This is taking the fucking plunge.” Josh said, and the camera continued to film. Steve might not have wanted love or emotion, but such were unavoidable. “You’re hard, Josh.” Steve said off camera. “Luke isn’t yet. Maybe if you suck his dick you’ll get over these jitters.” “OK” Josh said with some stress in his voice. Josh kissed Luke before sinking to his knees, but just before Josh took Luke's cock into his mouth, Luke and Steve locked eyes, sharing the moment and smiled. Once Luke’s dick was hard in Josh’s mouth, Luke grabbed hold of the back of the ginger’s head and started to skull fuck him. Josh gagged on Luke’s cock and fought for breath. Luke enjoyed looking down at Josh servicing him, who occasionally looked up and made eye contact. Luke could sense that Josh’s trepidation was subsiding. Josh was enjoying sucking on Luke's magnificent prick. After about five minutes, Luke pulled his dick out of Josh’s mouth and asked “You ready to take my raw diseased dick in your ass, bud? “I think so,” Josh replied. Steve interjected again “Josh I don’t give a fuck what you’re thinking, once he’s in you, you gotta want it. You gotta beg for it. Do you want to share in our cum or not?” “I do, sir. I want it. I want to be knocked up. I’m ready. I promise.” Josh answered with confidence. Luke and Josh walked a few steps to the bed, where Luke positioned Josh on his back and then his legs onto Luke's shoulders so he could dive face first into the pale lad’s round ass. Luke spit on Josh’s tight hole and showed it to the camera as he inserted one finger, then two. 'Josh’s asshole is fuckin' perfect', Luke thought, as he maneuvered his tongue in and out, digging deeper and deeper. Josh moaned and yelped as Luke’s whiskered face brushed against his inner thighs. Luke's tongue lashed inside his fuck chute, eating out Josh's ass for several minutes until he could no longer hold off fucking. He got to his feet, standing between Josh’s legs and asked simply “You ready? And ready, he apparently was, as without hesitation Josh answered with a firm "Fuck yes. You’re a fucking god, and I need you inside me. Make me yours.” Luke’s dick was throbbing and dripping pre-cum. He reached for the bottle of lube on the bedside table and squirted some onto his shaft and on a finger, which he then inserted into Josh’s hole. He then inserted a second finger, and then a third, as he did so remarking “I’m about to stick my dick in you. You ever taken a poz dick before?” “No, never.” “Are you negative?” “Yeah.” “You know, I’m not on meds and my viral load is high. You’re probably gonna get the bug, HIV, from me. You know that, right?” “Yeah, I know all that. I want your bug.” “Fuck yeah, Josh. That’s so hot. And you know I carry a bunch of other things too – you’re gonna be a filthy whore like me if I shoot my load in you. You want that?” “Yes. I want to become just like you. I want you to seed me and for your seed -- all your seeds -- to grow inside me.” Luke pulled his fingers out and positioned his dick against Josh’s pucker. With a slow push forward with his hips, Luke’s dick head entered Josh’s ass. Josh winced, and Luke continued pressing ever deeper. Josh grunted “Oh my god, I’m taking your bare dick. This is my dream. I’m so hard,” his eyes closed and smiling, clearly savoring every moment of a long-anticipated experience. “Your hole feels so good around my dick. You’re so tight. I’m invading your ass – you’re like a fucking virgin right now and I’m taking that away from you with my poison cock.” Jush pushed into Luke’s dick, helping it move deeper inside him. Luke was about three quarters inside. “I’m gonna get herpes too, right?” Josh asked. “I’ve got 'em. You probably will too.” Josh pulled Luke tight into him with his legs, which were wrapped around Luke now. “Fuck me. Give me everything you have. You’re a god and I want you.” With that Luke made a final thrust to bottom out inside his conquest. “I’m all the way in you.” The camera man zoomed to Josh’s hole, below which Luke’s balls rested. Steve was rock hard and, off camera, precumming under his jeans, and couldn't stop himself from loudly exclaiming “Now destroy that neg pussy. Shoot your load in this fucking ginger and convert him!” Obediently, Luke withdrew almost completely and then slammed back into Josh’s ass and repeated with wild abandon. He quickly pumped in and out of Josh, his big dick head getting raw from rubbing against the lining of Josh’s ass. Josh screamed in pleasure. Precum was pooling on his white abs as his ass was getting a merciless pounding from Luke. “Oh yeah, bitch. Are you ready for your fucking conversion? Do you want my big fucking toxic load inside you?” Josh moaned "Oh, yeah, please daddy, give me your load!” “What do you want, whore?” Luke asked. “I want everything you have, every drop of cum that’s ever infected you, I want. Make me your cumdump. Make me toxic. Make me yours.” Luke’s pace picked up even further for a few beats, and then he yelled “I’M CUMMING!!! I’M SHOOTING MY RADIOACTIVE JIZZ IN YOUR NEG FUCKNG PUSSY! TAKE MY LOAD YOU CUNT!!!” His fuck pace came to a halt and he relished the release as his spent cock rested inside Josh. With three strokes, Josh’s dick erupted and he shot himself in the face. “FUCK, your load is in me, you converted me. Oh shit, oh yeah.” Luke collapsed onto Josh, and they kissed. “We’re gonna be rich, fuckers,” Steve announced, a wet spot and a hard cock visible through his jeans. “That’s a wrap."

Part 6 Luke moaned a little as Steve extracted his fat, spent cock from his ass. When Steve’s thick mushroom head plopped out, a glob of toxic cum came with it, running down Luke’s tan, muscular hamstring. “Fuck, your hole is amazing.” Steve proclaimed, backing away from the bent over jock and collecting his post-coital self. Billy pulled his curved dick from Luke’s mouth and said, “get on your back. “ Luke complied, and his rock hard dick lay flat on his chest pointing toward his face. Luke's cock was dripping precum; it would take only a few strokes to achieve orgasm. Billy positioned himself between Luke’s spread legs, dragged his cock head through Steve’s escaped dirty cum, and then positioned his dick against Luke’s pucker. “You ready for my raw dick, bitch?” “Yeah,” Luke said, looking into Billy’s eyes. Billy was already on the edge, having been blown by Luke for the past several minutes. It wouldn’t take him long to shoot his load into Luke’s fuck hole. Billy’s bent dick began its descent into Luke’s guts. Although Steve’s jism lubed the way, he took his time entering Luke. Luke felt the curve of Billy’s dick veering against his ass lining, and he moaned in pleasure. Billy's long dick bottomed out in Luke, balls against Luke’s ass, and leaned onto Luke, resting on him, sweaty-chest-to-sweaty-chest. “I’m all the way in you.” He whispered into Luke’s ear. “Your dick feels amazing, Billy.” “Oh yeah? You like my bare dick in you?” “Fuck yeah I do.” “I’m throbbing in you. You feel so good.” Billy began mini-thrusts against Luke’s prostate, and Luke smiled. Steve appeared at the edge of the bed, phone in hand, clicking photos of the scene. “Here’s something else you should know, bitch: I’ve been a bad boy. I’ve probably taken a hundred anonymous loads this month. No condoms, no names, no questions. I'm chasing everything. I’m not just toxic, I’m fucking radioactive. And now, so are you. You’re my fellow, filthy cumdump. This is your destiny.” Billy kissed Luke, and Luke’s heart raced. What the fuck did Billy just say? This was more than Luke had in mind when he knowingly touched Steve's poz dick a few hours earlier. This sexual romp had gone way too far. Luke didn't actively want STDs. He didn't want to be a filthy cumdump. And yet, Luke didn't put up resistance; he just kissed Billy back. Billy’s mini-thrusts became more methodic, quicker, and deeper. Luke was pinned body to body with Billy, and the two were becoming one. Moments into their deep tongued kiss, Billy screamed “I’m cumming!! OH FUCK, I’m cumming!!!! I’m fucking shooting my load in you, bitch!!” and he kept thrusting his nuclear seed deep in Luke’s guts. After his orgasm subsided, Billy rose from Luke’s sweaty chest. With his bent, uncut cock still in the boy, he looked down at his conquest with a grin. Steve’s camera phone clicked some more. Steve switched it to video, and Steve said “nice, Billy. Fuck that hot load into him some more. Luke, you just took another filthy load. Look at those letters above his dick. Mmmmm. That’s you now too, whore. His dick looks so hot in your used hole.” Billy took hold of Luke’s rock hard dick and jerked it. With just a few strokes, a huge spray of cum shot onto Luke’s rippling six pack. Billy pulled his dick from Luke’s ass, with a whimper from Luke, and then lapped up the cum from Luke’s stomach. “Probably his last clean load ever. Savor it.” Steve said, still videoing the scene. He panned to Luke’s face and captured a concerned but satiated look.

Part 4 Later that night back at his apartment, laying alone in bed, Luke thought about Steve as he stroked himself, pleasuring his dick, abdomen, and speculating about getting a tattoo that matched Steve's unseen tattoo, taking pleasure in the thought that Steve’s most recent load still lingered in his ass. He stroked his cock harder and faster, pushing first one, then two, an finally three fingers into his stretched hole. In his mind flickered images from the shower – his face pressed against the cold marble wall, looking down to see Steve’s massive, tan legs outside of his as Steve pivoted and piston-fucked him from behind. Images from the night before, when he went to pull up his briefs and jeans and saw Steve's cum running down his inner thigh from his hole. Images of Steve’s dark pubic hair brushing against his face while he deep throated Steve’s massive tool earlier that afternoon. And then he thought of the cum again, that he’d let that glorious god of a man fuck him raw and blow his loads up in Luke’s gut. Finger banging himself, he knew his hole was still slick with Steve’s DNA from a few hours earlier. It was hardly surprising with all of this running through his mind, Luke blew a big milky load onto his stomach. ********************************************************************* The next morning while out jogging with his friend, Luke regretted sharing a little too much detail about his encounter with Steve when his buddy asked “You let him fuck you without a condom?!” “Relax. There is no way he has anything,” Luke replied, although as the words came out, he realized he wasn’t so sure. “That’s so fucking stupid in this day and age. You should go to the clinic and check into that morning after pill just in case. And you should definitely at least be on PrEP if you’re gonna make this a habit.” “I know, I know. Just chill and keep this between us. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Luke then changed the subject and moved on. *********************************************************************** Luke texted Steve that afternoon. “I’m horny. Can I come over?” Steve responded “Sure. But my friend Billy’s coming over soon too. You up for 2 cocks, slut?” This was more uncharted territory for Luke, and yet replied “Maybe…. Be there in 30.” ************************************************************************ Billy wasn’t there yet, so instead of the usual get-right-down-to-business nature of their prior encounters, Luke had an opportunity to talk, and he commented “So listen, I’ve never really let anyone fuck me raw before without knowing more about them." “And?” Steve responded. “It’s just that this weekend has been mind blowing and amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such... lust? desire? intrigue? for anyone like I feel for you.” Steve grinned broadly, pulled Luke close, and slid his tongue down Luke’s throat as he also ground his crotch into Luke, his hands, meanwhile, trailing down to fondle Luke’s ass. Still Luke managed to finish his thought saying “I guess, I don’t know how to say this. A friend of mine told me I’m being stupid and careless fucking you without protection or anything.” “What’s careless about what we’re doing?” “I don’t know… Do you have an STD or anything?” Luke got to the point. “Does it matter to you now?” “I, uhh” and Luke realized while perhaps it should matter, it didn’t. “I don’t know, really.” “I’ve fucked you twice now. Raw. Implanted my seed in you twice. You’ve swallowed my cum and piss, and your ass is lined with my DNA. If you want to be mine, you have to be mine fully.” Luke felt a warm rush over his body. The unknown was becoming known. He was nervous and turned on. What was Steve saying? “Touch my poz cock again, Luke” Steve said. Steve's command hit Luke hard, yet he instantly complied, maneuvering his hands down Steve's jeans, his head rushed with sexual energy and understanding. He now knew Steve was poz. HIV Positive. And he’d fucked Luke twice now. Luke had taken poz loads from a poz guy. Luke also was very much aware his own dick was hardening quickly. He felt it sticking to his briefs with a layer of precum. “Get on your knees and put my poz dick in your mouth. Accept your fate. Get me hard so that I can fuck you again. You’re my slut. Worship what’s flowing in me – and you – now.” Luke sank to his knees and undid the buttons on Steve's jeans. Steve's massive, semi-hard cock was free. Luke opened his mouth wide and guided the monster deep down his throat.

Part 3 Luke continued to question what he was doing at Steve’s. While rational thought told him his time with Steve was one bad decision after another, he also found Steve so fucking hot and irresistible – his huge arms, his massive legs, his dark tan skin, so Luke quite willingly followed Steve through the apartment to the bedroom and then into the bathroom. Steve pointed to the big gang-like shower and instructed Luke to get in. As steam began to fill the room, his daddy-god Steve entered the shower too. It was the first time Luke saw Steve without any clothing on, and Luke was instantly obsessed with all he saw. As he took it in, Luke asked “What’s with the bandage?" pointing below Steve’s belly button to the dressing protecting his new ink. “New tattoo. You’ll see it soon enough, and will probably want one of your own.” Steve said as he pulled Luke close for a kiss – their first. They stood in the hot shower spray, Steve’s dick getting hard again as it brushed against Luke’s throbbing cock. Even not knowing what was under the bandage, Luke knew Steve was right, that he’d want that same tattoo as well some day. He wanted to be marked as Steve’s. They kissed sensually in the shower for a while, their bare cocks bobbing erectly below. Turning to the cold marble tile wall, Luke leaned into the stone and spread his legs wide, presenting his ass to Steve to fuck. Steve approached, planting his feet just outside of Luke's, and lined his massive dick head up with Luke's hole. Steve’s prick entered Luke’s cunt with less agony this time: the water and Steve’s pre-cum reduced friction, and Luke's hole was still wrecked from their last fuck session. Steve worked his dick all the way into Luke’s velvety sex chute and knew this boy was becoming his in so many ways. As the shower fuck continued, precum dripped down the cold wall against which Luke’s erection pressed. “I love knowing your inside me” Luke said. He meant it – he loved being a bottom and all that such meant. “I like being in you. Raw. Knowing you’re taking all of me. My dick. My load. My DNA. Everything I am is in you.” This embodied what sex meant to Luke. Perhaps not really grasping all of the consequences of what this meant in this moment, Luke’s boner sprung with excitement and a glob of precum –- to the point of Luke wondering if in fact he came a little -- smeared on the wall against his dick’s head. “Fuuck yes. Make me yours. My ass is yours. My body is yours.” Steve pulled completely out, and then pushed his dick balls deep into Luke. Luke whimpered. Then Steve picked up the pace in pumping his dick in and out of Luke’s hole. Steve’s dick was throbbing and rock hard inside his new fuck toy, and indeed, after a couple of minutes of pounding, Steve announced “I’m gonna cum.” His thrusts became more intense. He pushed all the way into Luke again and screamed “I’m fucking cumming in you, slut.” Another of Steve’s toxic loads shot deep into Luke’s wrecked ass. Luke tensed his ass around the massive dick inside him and also shot a huge load against the wall of the shower, exclaiming “Fuck, that was amazing,” as he twisted around to kiss his inseminator. As their spent dicks again brushed against one another, Luke felt fulfilled and transformed – feelings that were, perhaps unbeknownst to him, both figurative and literal.

The lights came on at 3:00 A.M., just as the security started ushering the masses out of the club. Once out on the street, Luke looked for familiar faces of his friends and saw no one he knew. He was drunk and shirtless and sweaty. He checked his phone and saw the text message string saying all had left, some heading to after parties, some heading home. “Shit” he said to himself, not wanting to pay for a cab all by himself. When looked up from his phone, he noticed a man eye-fucking him from just a few feet away. He looked back down at his phone, suddenly feeling shy and drunk and happy, and when he looked up again, he briefly studied the stranger. The man was least 15 years older, maybe more, all muscles, tattoos, and piercings. He’d apparently just exited the leather bar next door and not the night club from which Luke emerged. The leather man was totally not Luke’s type, but Luke was drunk and horny, and needed a ride home, preferably without his gossipy gaggle of friends to judge any decision he made at this particular point. Pulling on his shirt, Luke glanced back down at his phone, trying to focus sufficiently to pull up the text messages from his friends, but as he did so, he noticed in his peripheral vision a pair black boots approaching. Looking up, Luke found the leather man was his side. “Hey. I’m Steve.” “Luke,” he replied as he automatically stuck out his hand. “Wanna come back to my place?” It was the most direct pickup line Luke had ever heard. “Yes," Luke replied, even before he could consider the alternatives. Twenty minutes and a cab ride later, Luke found himself walking through Steve’s massive loft wondering what he was getting himself into. From behind, Steve approached him and began caressing the 25 year old prize with his strong, knowing hands. Luke, it should be said, had a boy-next-door aura to him, and at 5’11, 170 pounds, he was muscular and lean. Inhibitions were flaring up as the alcohol buzz wore off a bit, and Luke wasn’t sure he was game for this tryst with an older guy. But that didn’t matter, as Steve was decidedly in control. Coming up behind Luke, Steve reached around Luke, unbuckled the younger man's trousers, pushed them to the floor, tweaked Luke's nipples and simultaneously grinding his his crotch against Luke’s supple ass. “I probably shouldn’t…” Luke whispered with a little resistance, until he felt the whiskered jawline making its way between his butt cheeks. He moaned in delight. “Fuuccckk” he said as Steve’s tongue penetrated his hole. Steve enjoyed making Luke melt, and as hot as the foreplay was, he knew it was only going to get better. Soon, he'd be leaving an indelible mark in Luke's cunt, marking it forever that he had been there. And indeed, Luke's cock was rock hard. If he had been asked, and had he been able to answer coherently, Luke would probably have asserted he had ever been so aroused as he was under Steve's expert attention. Luke was, in fact, dripping copious quantities of pre-cum, and that was before either Luke or Steve even touched Luke's cock. After a few minutes, holding Luke's body against his, Steve stood up and undid his belt and pants. They fell to the floor. Now, both men were half-dressed, with their shirts on and their pants/underwear on the floor below. Luke felt a massive dick pressed downward in his crack and felt Steve’s hairy legs against his. Luke was questioning the trajectory of the night. This was not a romantic encounter – this was him in a stranger's house with his pants on the floor about to get fucked. He’d never really had such a tryst, and it felt cheap and raunchy (albeit exhilarating and hot). Was he going to let it go forward? Did he even have a choice? Luke tried to turn around, figuring his exit plan would be a blow job and a kiss goodbye, but Steve knew his seed needed to be implanted in this twenty-something-god. He knew it from the moment he saw Luke. And Steve wasn’t going to let the power shift in this encounter, even if such would involve Luke’s perfect lips on his cock. So he just held Luke tighter with one arm and grabbed his cock. He glided the tip of his dick up and down Luke’s crack, lingering at his moist hole. “Fuck” Luke said, as the feeling of the Steve's dick against him was utterly overwhelming. Naturally his brain flirted through an array of concerns, but he finally settled on letting this happen. “Slut it up tonight” he said to himself, kind of proud at his decision. Steve positioned his dick against Luke’s hole and began to press forward. In response, Luke tensed-up in pain as the monstrous tool invaded his ass. Steve, however, knew how to get his way, and calmed Luke urging him “Relax, boy. Let go and take it.” Steve's deep, resonate voice did the trick, and Luke responded by doing his best to open up as Steve’s huge and veiny dick made its way deeper inside him. “Fuuuck” Luke moaned. He’d never taken such a big dick before, and his body was tearing to accept it. Ever patient, Steve slowly sunk in, pushing in a little and withdrawing a little, gradually getting deeper and deeper. He finally bottomed out, balls-deep in Luke's ass. As Steve reached full depth, he kissed Luke’s neck and announced “I’m all the way in." Luke smiled in satisfaction. “Hot. So fucking hot.” Luke was elated that the most painful part of the encounter was likely over and was ready for the pain to become lustful ecstasy. And the slut inside him was kind of proud for him taking a stranger's raw dick. Steve withdrew a little, and then pressed back into Luke’s ass. And again. And then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into him. Finally, Luke was there: Steve's monster dick had invaded his ass completely and was now thrusting in and out with less resistance and more pleasure. Steve meanwhile, had found his fuck rhythm, and was pounding Luke’s ass with tempo and determination. Both men were sweating through their shirts, and beads of sweat ran down their legs. Steve’s balls were smacking against Luke’s. A few more minutes of Steve ravaging Luke’s cunt passed, before Steve grunted into Luke’s ear “I’m close.” Luke whimpered. “Fuck yeah” and let out a few moans. “I’m gonna breed you," Steve announced. Luke loved this kind of dirty talk, so responded “Fucking breed me. Shoot your load in me,” flexing his ass muscles to work and milk Steve’s huge cock. Steve rammed his dick deep inside Luke and a spasm of pure physical pleasure erupted as Steve’s toxic load spurted into Luke’s torn interior, coating the young man's fuck chute, and exposing Luke to the wrath of Steve's prior exploits. With Steve’s raw dick still in him, fucking the big, virus-laden load ever deeper into his ass, Luke feverishly jerked his cock until he shot his thick load onto the carpeting. Afterwards each man pulled-up his pants, and exchanged numbers with the other. Luke also had to borrow cab money, and with that he headed home. **************************************************************** To be continued.

I never thought that I would. One night I went to go hook up with a couple and one of them tried to enter raw while I was sucking off the other, and I stormed out of the place pissed off. A few weeks later I found myself looking at nothing but bareback porn wondering, "What if?". I wound up finding another couple that wanted to fuck, we had spoken about playing safe, which they agreed to, but after I got one of their cocks nice and wet, I backed up to it and he slid in happily, I took several loads that night and haven't looked back.

Part 5 Steve had sent the following text to Billy: “The boy just told me he’s horny and wants to come over. I told him you and I were both going to fuck him tonight. See you in a few. Oh, and you’re welcome.” Billy grinned upon receipt. Dinner plans with his fuckbud Steve had apparently evolved. A little while later, Billy let himself into Steve’s apartment. Walking back into the den, he encountered Luke on his knees, his head bobbing back and forth on Steve’s long, thick dick. Steve saw Billy and grinned. Luke then noticed the stranger out of the corner of his eye, removed himself from Steve’s throbbing dick, and quickly made it to his feet. “Luke, this is Billy. Billy, Luke,” Steve announced. Feeling self-conscious, Luke extended his hand and avoided eye contact with Billy. “Nice to meet you, Luke.” Billy grabbed Luke’s hand, and then put his other hand on Luke’s shoulder, “Relax, buddy, I don’t bite.” Luke eased up a bit and smiled as Billy added “Looks like I’m a little late to the party,” sizing-up Steve's erect dick which protruded from his jeans, awaiting someone - anyone to resume ministrations. Billy leaned in, kissed Steve, and stroking Steve’s dick as part of his greeting. Luke took the opportunity to assess Billy. Probably in his mid-thirties, Billy was about 6’2, 175 pounds. Skinnier than he or Steve, Billy had a boy-ish look, with a mop of shaggy brown hair and a scruffy, handsome face. He had sleeves of tattoos on both arms and an earing in his right ear. Luke found that he had sex appeal, but different from that of Steve: Billy seemed mischievous and fun, another man unlike any Luke had been with before. “Luke here was just worshipping my POZ dick. He’s taken my loads all weekend. My poison is brewing inside him. He’s becoming my toxic slut.” Steve broke the kiss to say. “Hot,” Billy remarked as he removed his shirt, revealing a torso full of tattoos, including a scorpion to the left of his belly button, similar to the one he did for Steve the day before, and a biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. “Billy’s been taking my loads for years. He is your destiny, Luke. Forget the bullshit life you’ve lead before now 'cause now you’re a fucking slut. My slut. Our slut. Your hole and your dick are fucking poison to everyone but us.” The words were sinking into Luke’s brain as Billy sank to his knees, pulled down Luke’s shorts, and began sucking Luke’s increasingly hard cock. Luke and Steve began to kiss. Once Luke’s dick was hard, Billy alternated between Steve’s and Luke’s cock, licking, sucking, jacking, tonguing them both while the two men kissed above. Steve was precumming a lot when he pulled Billy back up to his feet and ordered “Bedroom.” Each man pulled off his clothing as they stumbled down the hallway, Steve pulling-up the rear to herd his flock. Steve pushed Luke onto all fours, spit on his hole, and lined his prick up with it. Luke braced himself as he felt the pressure of Steve’s massive dick head against his hole. Steve pressed, and Luke’s back arched in response to the pain. Positioning himself in front of Luke, Billy presented Luke with his dick to be pleasured orally. Luke assessed this asset for the first time. Billy’s dick was uncut, about nine inches long, somewhat thick, and curved to the right. His body was clean-shaven. Right above his shaft appeared a tattoo of the letters 'HIV' in red outlined in black. As Billy guided his dick towards Luke’s beautiful lips, Luke had another moment of self-realization. His ass was on fire with Steve’s bare, POZ dick inching itself deeper into his guts, and he was literally about to be face to face with three letters he’d always feared. He thought about his friend’s words of caution during their run earlier, and all of the caution, fear, planning, and pretenses that had guided him through life so far. But he realized there was no turning back now: Steve was right, he was now a fucking slut. He was, in fact, Steve’s fucking slut, so Luke was more than ready to open mouth wide as possible, determined to give Billy’s cock what it deserved. Even so, Luke found Billy’s dick to be fun to suck. With ample foreskin and and interesting bend, Luke's tongue had plenty to explore, even if Luke somehow didn’t quite decipher the tiny blisters Billy was sporting at the time, (more toxicity to the brew inside Luke's body). Luke deep throated him as best he could, licked his balls, stuck his tongue in the slit to extract as much precum as possible. Occasionally Billy pulled his dick away from Luke’s mouth and would slap him in the face with it, grunting endearments like “Swallow my whole cock, you faggot,” or “Yeah, suck on my diseased dick you slut.” Luke's dick responded to each utterance with a twitch of excitement. Occasionally Luke would cry out in pain from Steve’s huge, just-spit-and-precum-lubed cock. Steve wasn’t being gentle in pounding Luke’s hole, which was, in fact, all but wrecked. So after about ten minutes during which Steve and Billy skewered Luke from both ends, Steve made the announcement for which Luke had been looking "I'm close, buddy!" Luke responded by pulsing his ass muscles and pressing back on Steve’s dick as Billy held his dick deep in Luke’s throat and ground his crotch against the boy’s face as Steve muttered "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," pushing deep into Luke’s ass, and then adding with a shout “I’m cumming, I’m blowing my load in you, slut!" A toxic wave of cum crashed in Luke’s ass, which again unhesitatingly accepted Steve's poison, which flowed from Steve’s massive dick in several pulsating volleys of jizz into Luke’s ass. Luke’s sex chute was lubed up with Steve’s cum. With Billy’s cock deep in his throat, Luke looked upward. The letters HIV immediately in his gaze, then a scorpion, then an array of tattoos before his eyes met Billy’s. “Now it’s my turn,” Billy announced with a grin.

Part 2 “So you just let him fuck you, right there in his kitchen?” Luke’s friend asked over brunch several hours later. “Yeah. It was so fucking hot.” Luke had determined that the experience was one to be bragged about, a badge on his sexual resume. “Animalistic, really. He just ripped my pants down, ate my ass, and fucked me. No questions, no small talk, just hot fucking sex with the biggest dick I’ve ever known.” He failed to mention it had been a bareback fuck. “Think you’ll see him again?” “Maybe. I’d like to. I think I’m realizing that I’m into older guys like him. And god he’s ripped.” Luke didn’t provide a full detailed description of Steve – no mention of the tattoos or the piercings or the general leather daddy/kick-someone’s-ass vibe of him. But really, whether Luke was to see Steve again was not a question for Luke to have the answer – the ball was always in Steve’s court. Across town, Steve was getting some more ink: this time, a scorpion tattoo above his pubic line. “We knew as soon as you made eye contact you’d be shooting a load in that guy later.” Billy said responsive to Steve’s tale of fucking Luke a few hours before. Billy had been with Steve at the leather bar the night before and outside afterward when Steve saw his latest conquest. “Damn he had the best, fuzzy bubble butt I’ve seen. I coulda eaten it for days.” “He mention condoms or anything?” Billy asked, knowing Steve only fucked raw. “Nope. Kinda surprised me that he didn’t, seeming so clean cut preppy and all.” “Think you knocked him up?” Steve grinned. “If not last night, I will soon for sure.” Walking home with his new ink covered, Steve texted Luke: “I need your ass again. Today. When can you be at my place?” Luke responded “Great to hear from you. Can’t stop thinking about last night. I can be there in an hour.” And so he was, showing up at Steve’s door wearing a tank top, mesh shorts, a jock strap, and sneakers. Steve let him in, and not five feet inside the door had pushed him down to his knees and inserted his huge flaccid dick into Luke’s beautiful mouth. Steve’s dick grew hard in Luke’s mouth as Luke demonstrated what a good cocksucker he was. He worked Steve’s entire thick, long, veiny shaft. Whenever he got to Steve’s dick’s head, he’d tongue the pre-cum. He was already addicted to its salty, manly goodness. He sucked Steve’s big, hairy balls. He deep throated his dick to the point of gagging on it. He was in heaven devouring the monster dick that had destroyed his ass just 12 hours earlier. Did he taste his own ass on it? Maybe. Finally, Luke noticed Steve’s balls and legs tense, and a torrent of cum spurt into his mouth. Steve held Luke’s head in position, his dick deep in his conquest’s throat. Luke swallowed round after round of the ropey jism that sprayed into his mouth, looking up dutifully in the eyes of his testosterone-filled host. He loved tasting the heavenly load of his dominator. As the waves of cum subsided, Luke began to pull away from the monster cock. Steve held Luke’s head in place and said “You’re not done yet. Keep swallowing. Everything.” And with that, Steve began pissing in the mouth of the unsuspecting jock. Luke was horrified and disgusted initially, trying in vain momentarily to pull away. But when retreat was clearly no option with Steve’s strong hands holding him in place, Luke kept his lips tight around the shaft, swallowed a big gulp, and looked up at his beast-of-a-man host. Luke saw the pleasured look on Steve’s face, and began to understand his role of submission. His anguish subsided and he found himself dutifully, if not happily, swallowing what seemed like gallons of man piss. He loved it. Finally, when Steve had finished using Luke as a urinal, he pulled his conquest off his cock and to his feet, smacking him on the ass. “That was intense. And, I gotta say, really hot, dude," Luke commented, his dick fully erect, and pressing against the fabric of his jock strap and shorts, which were now wet with pre-cum. “Fun’s just getting started, you slut. Take off everything off and follow me,” Steve ordered.

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.

Part 4 -The Final Scene (or just the beginning) I sucked in a gasp of air when I looked up and saw the most perfect man I’d ever laid eyes on. I believe the expression is ’built like a brick shithouse’. Short dark hair, olive skin, bearded, dark eyes deep enough to drown in. He wasn’t a wall of muscles, though I’m sure most of his bulk was muscle, but he didn’t look all bulging and ripply. Well, some parts were bulging. He just looked impressively big. And sexy as fuck! My hole began to quiver in anticipation. It was already trashed beyond recognition, but I still had the inexplicable urge to get fucked again by this hunk of a man. A kind of crooked grin spread on the big man’s face, and he slowly walked over, looking down at me. He crouched down and looked me in the eyes, hard and deep, then said, “You might have let all of my friends use that pig hole of yours, but I used it first. You belong to me,” in a voice so deep and husky I almost didn’t pay attention to the actual words he’d said. Holy fuck! This is the first guy who raped me tonight! He’s the one who got this all started. I don’t know if I should hate him for doing it, or love him for getting the ball rolling. I guess the look of shock and arousal showed on my face and he grinned down at me. “Good, I knew you’d want more.” He stood and turned around to Mr. Mean and Average Guy and said, “You guys are done with him tonight. He’s mine. I fucked him first -that ass belongs to me.” Apparently he was the big man on campus, because they both just nodded. “You still have my DNA in you from earlier?” Mr. Perfect asked me. I shook my head nervously, sure that he wouldn’t be happy to hear that. “What the fuck did you do with it? You didn’t douche it out, I hope. That was prime viral cum I gave you -you don’t waste that shit.” “I made him push it out and lick it up,” Mr. Mean told him. He looked back at me and smiled. “Well, at least it’s in your belly. Let’s get some more baby makers in you,” he said, stripping quickly and getting on his knees behind me. At this point my ass was so stretched that I didn’t feel any pain when he entered me. The large dick head popped into my cum-sloppy hole and he let out a sigh. “Well you guys loosened him up nicely. He damn near strangled my dick earlier,” he said to his friends, now feeding my ass the entire shaft until he was balls deep in me. He held my hips, pulled back and then slammed full-length into me. He did this several times, slow and methodical. He was owning my ass, and making sure that my ass knew who it belonged to now. He sped up and pumped my hole hard and steady for a couple of minutes and then held deep. I could feel his giant cock swelling as it spewed toxic seed deep into me. “There, you got a quick load from me. Now let’s put that DNA to good use,” he told me. He didn’t get soft even for a moment, and then just went on fucking and pounding me, roughing my ass up even more -if it’s possible at this point. He was bound and determined to make sure that his viral cum got into my bloodstream and got me pregnant. And as that thought swirled around in my mind, I became so horny I began to thrust back onto his huge meat, my wet ass making loud smacking sounds every time his hips slammed into me. That seemed to really get him turned on, and he motioned his two friends to come over and have me suck them while he fucked me. I’ve never been so full in my life. His cock was like having 2 in my ass, and at some points I had both cocks in my mouth at the same time. Double stuffed! I was in pig heaven! Exhausted, and sure to be sore for days, but this feeling was better than anything I’ve ever known. And every time I reminded myself that I got toxic seed from all of these guys blasted deep inside me, it only seemed to urge me on. Now I craved it and wanted more! I kept shoving my ass back onto that monster cock, impaling myself, and enjoying every filling second of it. The guys I was sucking decided that I should swallow their loads at the same time, so they jacked their dicks right to the point of blowing, then jammed them into my waiting mouth. Even after having already blown loads, they shot a very impressive amount of cum in my mouth. I struggled to keep it all in my mouth, but I didn’t want to lose a drop. I didn’t swallow it, though. They pulled their sensitive cocks from my mouth, and I clamped my lips shut to avoid any spillage, and then I savoured their HIV cum as it rolled around, slithering over my tongue and pooling underneath it. The guys knew what I was doing and seemed to get off on it. “He didn’t swallow our loads yet, he’s enjoying it in his mouth first,” Mr. Mean told the big guy behind me. That seemed to spur Mr. Perfect on, and he really let me have it, holding nothing back now, using my hole to get himself off again. “You’re such a good fucking cumdump,” he growled, grabbing my hips harder as he slammed into me more relentlessly. “Don’t’ swallow those fucking loads until I’m cumming again, got it?” he asked. I just nodded, and continued to ram my ass back to meet his hard thrusts. We were fucking like two wild animals, both of us grunting, him growling, and drenched in sweat. The entire area stunk of cum and sweat -I wish I could bottle that smell and wear it every day. Finally I could tell he was about to cum, and then he gritted his teeth, growled like a bear, pumped my hole hard and fast and then froze and held deep. “That’s it, take my toxic DNA inside you,” he told me. “Now swallow those loads, you little cumpig.” I let them slither down my throat, slowly, enjoying every drop of it. The taste of those loads combined with his huge rod jammed deep in my hole finally pushed my body over the edge and without touching my dick, I blew. Shot after shot of my own cum splattered the plastic sheet beneath me. “Fuck, man, the pig just shot off without touching his dick. What a whore!” Mr. Mean howled. Then Mr. Perfect leaned down and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight to his chest, and whispered in my ear. “That ass belongs to me now. If it didn’t happen yet, I’m going to get you pregnant with my charged load. You’re going to get HIV and be my poz pig. Got it?” He might as well have been reciting romantic poetry in my ear because all I could feel at that moment was excitement. And horny. He pulled me back a foot or so from where we knelt, and then shoved my face down to the plastic to lick up my load. When I had gotten it all, he pulled me back to him, turned my head and, for the first time, kissed me. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth, massaging my tongue, and trying to taste as much of my load as he could. “Mmm, you’ve got some tasty cum, there, whore,” he said to me. He gently eased his semi-hard cock out of my trashed hole. “Get your clothes on. You’re coming home with me,” he added, giving my ass a quick slap. “My little poz pig.”

Fucking hot! Had an experience with a poz guy who was insisting he wouldn't cum in me because he didn't want to poz me! I said he could deposit it where he liked, but he was very insistent. When it came to it, once things had got going I wrapped my legs round him and did what I could until he blew his load in me! When he tried to pull out I just gripped tighter and told him to cream my hole! Afterward, I used my fingers to clean anything leaking from my hole and noticed it was a mixture of blood and cum!

"He looks like Harry Potter," he told me over the phone. There I was listening to my ex-husband tell me about his latest conquest. His comments were little more than babble about a 20 year old kid with whom he had hooked up with the night before. Of course, it started out with his usual, "I met him online and he just came over for coffee." There were several reasons my ex was, just that, my ex, including his voracious appetite for hooking up without disclosing as much to me. I suppose now that he and I had officially broken-up, he was trying to turn over a new leaf to win me back. I had called to let him know I would not be home for a couple more days due to work and Pride festivities. And another reason was, to be honest I was having fun! While my ex and I continued to live in the same house, purely for financial reasons, it had was at least a civil break up, and left me free to do what I wanted without any sense of guilt. My mind was wandering as he was talking, I only heard the important stuff, namely the kid's stats and the word 'bare'. I was well aware my ex was still trying to find ways to win me back, and he had caught my attention with that one word - BARE! I had found out only four months previous I was poz. I had been to my doctor's office for a routine exam. He felt it would be good for me to have a blood test. I was not surprised when his office called to have me come back in. I almost always play bareback... in fact I often turned guys down how insisted on only playing covered. I would go to bath house and get bred in dark corners, gloryholes, steam rooms, and group scenes. I was a cum slut who offered my bare hole up too any cock willing to pump cum inside me. My record night in one bath house had ended with me losing track after 16 loads. My hole was slick and dripping cum down my thighs making it sticky as I walked to the shower. Here is my ex telling me how "Harry" only gets fucked bare. "Fuck that is hot" I responded. "Does he let ANYONE fuck him bare?" By now, my heart is pounding, the wheels are turning in my head, and my cock is getting HARD in my underwear. "Well, he says he does and he let me fill him last night." - my ex boasted. "When you come home, we could have a threesome and take turns fucking him." "Is he poz or neg?" - I asked. Being newly poz, I was asking everyone. "He is clean and neg" comes his response. I responded with "oh...Does he know I am poz?" "No, I did not tell him - says my Ex. My mind was already cooling me down. I was already thinking I was ruled out. There was no way a neg 20 yo was going to let me fuck him bare. My Ex must have sensed my disappointment cuz he quickly added - "I will tell him and mention you would be interested in a 3some." "Cool, well, I will be home in a couple more days. I guess you have time to find out." I spent the next two days wondering if my ex had told him I was poz. Even as I crawled in bed for the last night away, I wondered if this kid got scared off by my status or did he agree? I would have to find out in the morning I thought to myself. At 3 AM, I am startled awake by my cell phone. "Hello" - I said in my groggy haze. Instead of someone talking on the other end, I could hear people fucking. The sound of sex was unmistakeable - moaning, bed moving, and balls slapping against an ass. I looked at the caller id to see my home phone. Immediately, I recognized some of the moans and groans as my ex. The other set of moans and groans came from an unknown voice, but I quickly assumed it had to be "Harry". Without thinking, my hand was under the sheets stroking my pierced cock. Yup, horny sex pig I am had gotten myself a Prince Albert a few years before. I listened to the sounds of them fuck for 20-30 minutes. I could tell from the sounds my ex was getting close to blowing his load. My ex's voice breaks the moans - "Will your ass be ready for a 3-some with my ex and I tomorrow?" "U huh!" - moans Harry. "Yeah? You will ride his poz cock?" "U huh, but he has to pull out..." groaned Harry, as the sound of fucking sped up. My ex was really slamming this boy good. "We can tell him to pull out ...but I am going to pump mine in you like this!" My ex lets out a loud moan and drives his load in the hole he had been abusing. This was all the encouragement I needed. Harry was going to ride my poz cock bare after my ex loaded him up! My cock started to erupt thick strands of poz cream onto my chest and stomach!! The phone had hung up as soon as my ex finishing pumping cum in Harry. Boy, He was still pushing my buttons!! During my drive home the next day, my mind was racing. Did Harry know I was listening in? Did he know I was so turned on I blasted a load all over myself? I assumed my ex had done it as bait for me, but Harry would not know anything. I arrived home with several friends who I had gone to pride with. They all wanted to come up and say hi. No one had any idea about Harry or the phone call or even the fact the three of us would all be fucking that night!! When we walked in the apartment, my ex greeted all our friends while I placed my suitcase and laptop in my room. I came back to the living room to see everyone but Harry. I was waiting to meet Harry. "So where is your "coffee date" - coyly, I said to my ex. "Oh, he is on the balcony having a smoke." I did not want to seem to anxious so I acted unimpressed. Within a few minutes, the sliding door opens. There in the doorway is a very young looking Harry. My ex introduces him to all our friends but saves my introduction for last. When it is my turn, I smile and put out my hand. There he is a cute smile, shy look, and the prettiest baby blue eyes looking back at me through round little glasses. He does look like Harry I think to myself. I can feel lust inside me as I say - "Hi." We go back to the conversations with our friends. After about an hour, everyone leaves for their home. Harry excuses himself too saying he needed to do a couple things back at his place before joining us for dinner and drinks. As promised, Harry returns in time for dinner. The night was great. Harry had a great personality and the more wine he drank he seemed to loosen up around me. Before long it was 2 AM, all we had done was talk and have a great evening. I was getting tired so I told them I was going to bed. It was a long day plus I had the early morning phone call that had me up. After getting ready, I got naked and slip into bed. Shortly, after shutting my light off, Harry opens the door and wanders into my room. We had been drinking wine for hours so to say we were both tipsy was an understatement. Wine in hand, he starts telling me how he knows we were going to have a 3some. As I go to sit up, I bump his wine glass spilling some on my comforter. He apologizes, leaves my room, and comes back with paper towel. As I start dabbing up the red wine, he leans in closer to me. I cannot resist kissing him. Quickly, we are feeling each other up. We start undressing each other as my ex enters the room. He had orchestrated the whole thing - the dinner, the wine, and now the threesome. We all continued to undress. Harry dropped to his knees and started to blow me., but not before I got a look at his naked form. He had a hairy chest, huge set of balls that hung half way down his inner thigh, and a 7.5" uncut cock which was pointing straight up toward the ceiling. I was soon lost in the blow job. He was very good at what he did. I was ROCK hard in no time. As he sucked my knob, my ex had positioned himself behind him with his thick cut cock pushing against Harry's eager hole. Roughly, my ex shoves his entire thick cock in to the base in one move. Harry winces in pain but keeps sucking on my cock. In no time, the images from the night before are being recreated in front of me. Harry is taking it like a champ. He is enjoying being spit roasted. It seemed quick but 20 minutes later my ex lets out a GIANT groan as he is unloading in Harry's cute bubble butt. After my ex pulls out, I took my cue to move behind Harry. I finally get a look at his pale white bubble butt. It looked so edible I had to bury my tongue in his open, cum filled hole. the taste of his hot ass filled with cum only fuels my desire to finally mount him. As I do, Harry says - "fuck me bare, but remember no cumming in me. I am not poz and trying to stay that way." I am so turned on I agree and fully intend to honour his wishes. I am beginning to think there could be more for us, so I do not want to just use Harry as a fuck. He was also the first neg bottom I had played with since finding out I was poz. I did not need much lube for my Prince Albert to slide in the opening my ex had left for me. Harry moaned as I slowly pushed into him. The load of cum my ex left was lubing the sides of my cock. Harry may have been fucked by my ex but I am 7" long and quite a bit thicker than him so he moaned as I stretched him open. Since I mostly bottom myself and he was the tightest hole I ever pumped into, I realized it would not be long for me to toss a load. I took a deep breath and slowly pumped back and forth. I leaned forward and starting licking and kissing Harry's lips and tongue. He was responding to my tongue's advances with the same hunger I had for him. I kept thinking about how hot he felt on my cock. Harry was pushing back into me HARD. HE was grinding my pole deeper into him. I started pounding HARDER. This hot boy was rubbing my sides and butt with his hands as I pummelled his sweet ass. I could feel my cum load welling up in my balls. By now, my balls needed to explode. I was literally a second from exploding. I had to pull out right now, but at the same moment I was pulling out Harry's legs and hands had wrapped around me too tight for me to get out in time. My entire body and cock convulsed in unison as my poz load rocketed into his ass. It was not only exciting and relieving to pump my load out, but also I was panicking about pozzing this boys ass. At the same moment I was cumming, Harry`s hole tightened. I could feel his whole body shake as he shot his load onto the sheets beneath us. As our orgasms were waning as he released his grip on me. I slowly started to draw my cock from his ass. When my pa popped out I saw a dark drop hit the white comforter. We were SO spent from the amazing sex, the copious amounts of wine, and the late night that we fell asleep cuddling with one another. When we finally woke late the next morning , we smile and kissed each other. I asked him - ``why did you hold onto me so I could not pull out as I unloaded my poz cum. He explained - ``It was not planned. As I was about to get off I had hung onto you so I could get off. I did not realize until you were cumming it was going into me.`` He looked at me with a sparkle in his bright blue eyes. I smiled back and suggested we shower together. As I got up to leave, I looked down at the comforter to see a mix of blood and wine. Again, I wondered what had I done. I was newly poz and he was neg. I joined him in the shower. I told him how I wondered if it was ok what we had just done. There was a good chance he could now be poz. He smiled with his blue eyes and kissed me again. After seeing his eyes, I never worried or asked again. I was right. He ended up being more than just a fuck. We have been together for seven years now. We never talked about pulling out again and yes my new bf found out 4 months later he was poz too.

the more i read these kind of stories, the more i want to take poz cock

I lost my virginity at the age of 15, and had girlfriends off and on, so off and on I got a blow job, or occasionally got to fuck a girl, but looking back it seemed as if sex wasn't satisfying - sort of as if I was always, in some unknown way, holding back. In addition, as generally girls didn't want to swallow my load, I found blow jobs less than truly satisfying. Anyway, I was 19 or 20 - legal but not old enough to go to bars. But I was curious about gay bars and once I tried them, I found that the doormen weren't as strict as they were at college bars. It wasn't hard to get picked up and get blow jobs, but I didn't think of any of it as more than blowing a load in a willing mouth. That changed one night when I went to a biker bar and a guy named Jay started chatting me up. He seemed much older at the time (probably 40) and as we talked he cupped my cock through my jeans and massaged it. He was a big, good-looking guy, complete Marlboro man type. Keys on the left, which even then I knew meant he was a top. After a while he asked me over to his apartment, which was nearby. I told him I had no interest in bottoming or fucking of any kind and just wanted a blow job, and he said that was what he had in mind. Jay gave me the first real blow job I ever had. He could take it all the way down his throat in one swallow... it was like he had muscles in his throat that could actually milk the head. Drove me crazy. He edged me for a while and then told me that when I was going to blow I should tell him. Shit, I thought, he's going to pull off and jerk me off. No way. When I said "Shit, I'm gonna come," he grabbed my ass with both hands and sucked me even deeper in his throat. I blew the biggest load of my life straight down his throat -- it was like he didn't even swallow. That was what I always wanted from sex and never found. It was fucking incredible, a complete head rush. We took a break and I had a smoke while he drank a beer and put on some porn. It was hardcore fucking like I hadn't seen before -- a rough top really ripping a guy's ass. Before long I was hard as a rock again and stroking myself. Jay said, "Hey, let's try something different." He laid down on his back with his head hanging off the bed and said "I want you to fuck my throat like that guy" (the guy in the movie). "Don't worry. You can't hurt me. Make me gag on it. Make me take it." He got a bottle of poppers out of a drawer and took four hard hits on it, finishing with putting the bottle in his mouth and taking a mouth hit. By the time he was done he was grabbing for my cock and shoving it in his mouth, groaning. I grabbed his head and started fucking his mouth like I was fucking an ass (or a pussy). He just moaned and took it. It started to feel good, so I did it harder. Then it started to feel really good. I went harder. After a few minutes, he coughed and started to choke, and I automatically started to pull out, but he groaned and grabbed my ass, holding my cock in his throat. When he was sure I wasn't going to stop he got out the poppers again and took a couple more hits, then took me down his throat again until he choked. This time I didn't hesitate and pounded his throat. The more he coughed and gasped, the more I fucked his throat. He never touched his cock but it was completely hard. For the first time in my life I felt like this was the way I wanted to fuck -- just using a mouth like a hole. This time when I came I held his head and forced my cock and cum as far down his throat as I could, yelling. When I let go he just curled up on the bed and tried to get his breath. After a while he said, "That's how you fuck a throat, man. That's how you fuck, period." Jay gave me his number and I called him a few days later. Over the next few months he taught me a lot more, including how to use poppers and how to get in the head space where the bottom is absolutely nothing but a hole. There are more stories, but that's enough for now.

OK, I finally got time to answer your questions... I went over to Jay's every week or two for about four months. Like I said, he was a top but still versatile enough to want to show me how to do it right. He would lay with his head hanging over the bed and I would stand over him and fuck his throat, usually after he took a big hit of poppers. I tried poppers and thought they were OK, but I was 20 or 21 and didn't really need them, if you know what I mean (and I didn't like the headache afterward). Jay had a three-bedroom apartment and had regular sex parties. I never went, but he showed me some photos -- sucking, fucking, some on a rim seat and a few with a guy getting pissed on in a bathtub. Jay's face was never in them, but he was always topping. Anyway, we had one really hot throat-fucking session one day. I had taken a huge hit of poppers and found myself really just raping his throat (he was poppered up and willing, of course). The gagging and coughing really turned me on and I shot hard. Later when we were cleaning up he invited me to come to a party that Saturday night -- "no pressure," just a chance to hang out and see what was up. It was a pretty horny scene in some ways -- and in others, not so much to me. There were some guys in full leather, which didn't interest me. One bedroom had an anything goes scene with guys sucking and fucking. In the living room there was a lot of beer and a couple of pigs going around sucking any cock they could find. Since I was new and younger, both were on me pretty quickly -- one was OK and the other was pretty good, but what felt great was when they sucked my dick at the same time (one on the shaft, one on the head). After some of this I shot a load and they both were on me trying to eat every drop. After that I had another beer and a couple of smokes, deciding whether I wanted to stay or not. I was horny again pretty quick but to be honest the scene wasn't as hot as I wanted. I went to the back to see if I could find Jay. The door to the back bedroom was only about half-open. There was no light. I went in and found a guy just a few years older than me sprawled on the bed on his stomach, really out of it. One of the leather guys was fucking him, and another guy was holding down the guy's arms, which was barely necessary since the guy getting fucked was just moaning softly. Two more guys were watching and jerking it -- one of them was Jay. The leather guy started making noises like he was going to come, and the guy holding down the bottom's arms started saying, "Do it. Shoot that load. Shoot that load in his ass. Get it in there. Get it deep." The leather guy suddenly shuddered, pushed as far as he could into the young guy's ass, and obviously dropped a huge load inside. Suddenly Jay's arm was around me. "You want that?" he said. I shook my head no and realized I'd been jerking my cock. "Come on, man," Jay said. "Just put the tip in. See how it feels." The guy on the bed was sort of groping behind himself blindly, feeling around for a cock. So I did. Grabbed his ass and just put the tip of my cock in. It was warm and very slick with cum. The guy tried to back up on my dick. I didn't want to do it, but suddenly I was really hard and thought maybe I would jerk off on the guy's asshole. I felt Jay's arm around me. With his left hand he put a bottle of poppers under my nostril and closed the other nostril. With his other hand he guided my dick deeper into the guy's ass. These poppers were a LOT better than the ones he'd used before and suddenly all I wanted to do was fuck this kid's ass. Hard. And I did it. He started to moan and yell and the guy holding his arms locked his arms to the bed and locked eyes with me while I fucked what turned out to be his boyfriend, who was being whored out for the night. "Fucking load his ass!" the guy commanded, and I shot REALLY quick, quicker than I thought possible. Without even thinking about or being aware it was happening I was cumming up his ass and it felt great. To this day I still like a lot of things I really discovered that day -- anon sex, hard sex, being serviced by guys who were being whored out by their boyfriends. Still love fucking a throat while a guy's getting fucked at the other end, preferably by his partner or master who is getting off by watching his sub used. Anyone into that, hit me up.

So within the last week I've taken my first two known Poz loads. One at the beginning of the week and one last night, and I'm going back for more tonight. Two different guys though. First guy said he was Poz but "healthy" whatever that means and the second guy was poz-und. Absolutely CUTE AS FUCK! With a very hot biohazard tatt right above his dick! I could have kissed and worshipped just his tatt all night! I feel much more confident now that I've had "known" poz loads. Up to this point it's just been either "neg" guys or no discussion at all...

I can't comment on what it feels like for tops as I am a bottom. But I like wearing one as well. It makes my cock rock hard when getting fucked (which I like) and pushes out my balls. Bigger chance of a top with low hangers hitting my balls with his :-)

I was the only one in the dorm in a midwestern university over the Thanksgiving break. I went to the truckstop to cruise. There I found a guy whose car had broken down. No mechanics on the Thanksgiving holiday. He was on his way home for his Thanksgiving--another 8 hours. He was really dejected, sad, and lonely. He had called his dad as he had no money for a motel. Dad tried wiring money, didn't work. We ate at the truckstop and I took him to the dorm with me. It was cold and snowing. He was 22, 6'2", very dark hair, heavy 5 o'clock shadow, dark eyes. I offered him my bed and would sleep in my mate's. He said why mess up two. He fucked me with his big uncut cock for hours, giving me load after load. We spent most of Thursday in bed. Friday the money had come and he had the car fixed. He stayed Friday night and returned to Michigan on Saturday. We kept in touch and met several times a year. What a bod! I haven't seen him in over 5 years but still dream of that Thanksgiving.

Wow! Some of you guys have twisted fantasies! Haha. Mine is plain vanilla butt's get fucked by my boyfriend's dad. And have bf walk in on us.

This made me spunk so hard man, two guys cumming together raw is fucking hot as anything!

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

(This is a 100% true story). I was at an fb's house one morning getting poppered up and fucked every which way. This good looking guy in his mid 30s loved to popper me up, use my hole and unload his cum deep inside me...especially when I already had a load (or 12--but that is a different story) in me. After his first quick cum we took a break and checked bbrt. An amazingly good looking African American man in his early 20s messaged me asking to hook up. I asked my fb if he could come over, and he eagerly agreed. 15 minutes later Brian showed up and stripped down. In addition to good looks and a great physique, his cock was amazing. 9 inches long, 7 inches thick. It is the one penetrating me in my profile photo. I quickly bent over and presented my cum lubed hole for him. Cum is my favorite lube by far! The great thing about young cock is hardness. It felt like an iron rod slamming into me, and stretching my hole. The bad thing is how fast they often cum. Turns out Brian was a fast cummer, but no worries because he came in me twice without pulling out. My fb was very turned on while this was going on, feeding me poppers in my nose and his cock in my mouth the whole time. When Brian pulled out, my fb immediately mounted me and after a few thrusts coated my hole with another load of cum. He then announced that we needed to leave because he needed to go to work. As we walked out the door I turned to Brian and asked if he wanted to play some more. He said yes, and off we went to the bathhouse. I got a room, got on my hands and knees, and Brian fucked me for another two hours, unloading 4 more loads of young cum in me. It was still morning, so not too many people there, but still managed to take a few other cocks and loads in between my loads from Brian. Brian's cock was so long and his cum shots so deep that it wasn't until we got up to leave the bathhouse that his six loads plus the two from my fb and the couple other ones started oozing out of my very satisfied hole....

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!

I think porn is largely to blame here. They show tops just going in all the way. No foreplay just ram it in and fuck away. For most bottoms that does not work. Go slow at first and yes rimming first helps, but take your cues from your bottom. He really wants you to fuck him or you wouldn't be there. Just take it slow.

yup. even if it's not huge, a top needs to know how to start. I was with a guy recently. Cock was big but not enormous. He kept trying to jam it in. He was clueless and got pissed when it didn't work out. I tried to tell him but he refused to listen.

By: spreaDNAround http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=Wntk9-G108- Hotel Orgy Gangbang: 5 loads in one cumdump ass Bottom buddy was in the mood for loads....so I invited a few top buds on over to the hotel. What started out as a three way turned into a five way with a dedicated bottom. With each load the bottom took, another buddy kept feltching the bottom's ass clean. I gave the first load and it was all down hill from there. Plenty off ass to mouth, feltching, tag teaming, breeding, cumming in this video.

I didn't think I would be either, I started off not using condoms because it was with my first boyfriend, but once I started hooking up I became a condom nazi. But then one night I got drunk and got bred and loved it, and just kept doing it.

I have been taking loads raw for the last 44 of my 59 years- got a partner in 1984 and we fucked raw until I tested poz in Jan of 1987- then the few rare fucks he threw after that were always wrapped, and not very good for either of us. I was still staying slightly satisfied with some porn store sex and park play. Moved out in 2000 and have been a certifiable slut since,and while a few rubbered up cock have hit the hole ( hey, some is better than none) better than 99.89% of my lifelong cock were raw, and I just keep working that percentage closer to 100%

Two stories for you this time; This past Monday I had off so I was hitting up any and every app/hookup site I could think of. Eventually got a hit from a 22 year old that lives maybe 30 minutes away from me. Told him I didn't have much time (I had an errand to run that day), but if he wanted to come over real quick and chill for a bit I would be down. Fast forward I'm undressing him. Taller and rocking the dad bod a bit with a cock as big as a soda can. I'm not joking. It took me many tries but eventually I took it all the way down to the hilt, thanks to inhaling poppers. Not the best fuck but he pinned me down and dropped a good sized load in me. I definitely want to see him again but I'm going to have to open my hole a bit before he shows up. Second story; I recently downloaded Growlr and have been having some great success with it. I didn't really think anyone would be into the twink type but I'm not complaining. I got a hit one day while uptown from a Latino top all the way in Brooklyn. Usually I try to get the guy to dirty talk me a bit but he wasn't having it. I was horny, had poppers on me already (I'm working on being a great cumdump), and thought why not. Took me a hour and a half to get to him but it was totally worth it. Hot chub who actually bred me not once, but two times! We were planning on a third but I had to leave. I was home for all of 5 minutes before I had to squirt everything out and he definitely filled me up. A river of cum shot out from my ass and got all over the bathroom floor. DEFINITELY seeing him again. Got a bud for tonight so I'll try to remember to post about it within the next day or so.

Snaketat, you are starting a new journey many of us are going through. Some challenges ahead but almost all can be resolved and not all that scary. My hiv doctor always tell me I won't die of aids, but whatever I would have died from before hiv. My advice: 1. Get a good doctor who spends time with you and whom you like. 2. Know your numbers with regular tests. All sound a bit new but they are part of you. 3. Do not be afraid to start the new medications we now have. Be aware of long term side-effects and not be afraid of them. We live in a dangerous world after all. There are toxins every where. I started Atripla when my CD4 dropped to 350. The first 2 weeks I had the most amazing vivid dreams - all good and some were unexpectedly sexy! Won't mind having them again... 4. Continue to be responsible. There are other infections beside hiv e.g. Hep C. 5. Good time to review your lifestyle and stay healthy. 6. Get on with your life as before hiv became a part of it. Good luck!

Incredible story. The relationship between each character is so important and so hot.

I don't know about other bottoms but I tend to want more and more fucking once I start having sex. When I party, I love dominant pig tops only. Lately I have been meeting many black tops and some latino tops. Many of them have hugh cocks and know how to use them well. But when it comes to party pig tops, none comes near my three black top fuck buddies. Omar, Mike and Dante. Omar is really tall and muscular and has a 13 inches of man cock that stays hard for days when we party. I am sure he takes Viagra or something. I first met Omar and he enjoyed our fucking enough that we became regular fuck buds. Then I met Omar's neighbor, Mike during one night at the staircase of his building. Omar made me get on my knees and suck his cock in the middle of staircase during one of our late night partying sessions. Then Mike walked in on us with a girl who he was fucking behind his wife's back. Mike was going to fuck the girl in the staircase so Omar and I went back to Omar's apartment. After that night, everytime I saw Mike he would smile at me til one day he wanted to try Tina with us and ended up getting into fucking my throat and ass for days with Omar. Dante was another kid in their building who I seduced in the elevator. At first he just wanted to get sucked and fuck me but Omar introduced him to Tina and slowly he started to become a piggier and piggier top. Now when we party, he's the one who gets into the dominating me the most. He's been pushing me more and more into being punished and tortured. He loves to tie me down and fuck me while another top fucks my face. We don't always play all together but when we do, I know I will be happy for days. Then one day, Omar started to piss deep in my throat while holding my head down to force me drink his Tina piss. I tried to pull away but couldn't, so I started to swallow. It tasted so horrible so after few minutes, I started to puke. He then bent me over the tub and started to piss-fuck me while I was puking in his tub. Mike and Dante thought it was hot so they took turns piss-fucking me as well. All three of them have been partying for couple of days so their piss contained a lot of chemicals, so I got so fucked up from them. They fucked me for few more hours after that but we had to end the three day long party session. While I was in the shower, I was still too high from theirTina piss. When I got of shower, Omar's delivery boy was sitting on the couch. He asked them about me and when he found out I was a sub bottom and was still high from their piss, he wanted me to leave with him. Omar made a deal and got some supplies for him and I left Omar's Apartment with a total stranger. We first went into his car and sat on his backseat. There was a cute Latino boy in the driver's seat. As we got on the road, the dealer pushed me down to his cock so I started to suck him deep and wet. We made few stops that night and sometimes he would take me in with him and play with other people or sometimes he left me in the car with the Latino boy. When the sun began to rise, we drove up to his place in the Bronx. We went into a big dark house with no furniture and the dealer pulled my clothes down and started fucking me. I was opened from three days of partying but still at first it hurt a bit. He fucked me hard standing up and when I fell over, he leaned on my body as he continued to fuck deep and hard. When he came, his load splashed all over my ass as well as inside as he continued his pounding. When he pulled out his cock, he shoved it in front of me and told me to clean it. After I cleaned him, he walked away. After few minutes, I went to use the bathroom. I turned the shower on and turned around when the Latino driver opened the bathroom door. He was naked with a hard on. He pushed me down to my knees and started to piss into my mouth then down my body and started piss fucking my hole again. He kept on saying something in Spanish which I didn't understand so he just slapped my face around till I got to the positions he wanted. His slapping was making my skin burn and eyes tear up with pain. But as he fucked me really hard, the Tina from his piss started to run through my veins and I began to enjoy getting slapped around. Everytime he slapped me hard, my cock would jump with excitement. He kept on moving me around the bathroom and shifting position as he fucked and slapped me around to control. After he shot two loads in me, he pulled out and left the bathroom. I took a shower and my skin started to burn. When I got out of shower, he had an aloe lotion in his hand and he applied them all over my body. I got dressed and left their house but didn't know where to go. I saw a Cadillac driving by that looked like a car service so I stopped it and got on it. I told the driver to drive me to Manhattan. As we were driving, he kept on asking me many questions about myself and what I was doing in Bronx. Initially I avoided giving him honest answers to his questions, but eventually I told him I had come up to the Bronx to have sex with my fuck buddy. He then told me he could also use a fuck buddy like me, and that he had a huge cock, but since his shifts are long, he doesn't get to fuck much. I was still high from Tina so a bit horny but the driver was too old, too fat unattractive black man that I didn't want to have sex with him. Then as we were stopped for a light, he told me to "look" so I looked where he pointed and it was his massive hard biggest thickest black cock I ever seen. My mind was still saying no but my ass started to twitch with hunger for this cock. Finally I told him okay. He drove me to an apt. building in Harlem. When we got in the door, he got naked and told me to get naked. As I stripped, he didn't wait but started to push himself into my hole. Even with all the loads, my hole was too tight for him. He started to spit into my hole and his cock and shoved into me again and again. I had to bite down hand to stop myself for screaming. Finally his cock won and popped into my ass then slowly made its way into my body. I tried to slow him down or ask him to stop, saying it hurt too much, but he disregarded my pleas and kept on doing what he was doing. He then started to fuck me really hard and deep. He kept on lifting me off and dropping me onto his cock as we switched position and location around the apartment. His cock felt amazingly long and wide. I kept on sensing he was getting deeper and deeper into me when all of sudden I felt another popping opening in my guts. He then planted his cock all the way in to my body and started to shoot his load into me. Few minutes later he pulled his cock out and told me to get dressed and he drove me to a subway stop in Harlem. I was in love with his cock, how he had fucked my hole so well. I felt utterly empty without him. I asked him if he would like to fuck me again and he said yes, so I gave him my phone number. As I headed home, I had to fight my urge to get down on my knees and suck someone on the subway. =)

See, this is the kind of bisexual guy that really turns me on. He's into fucking both, but appreciates the differences between the two. He's not looking for an ersatz female to fuck until the real thing comes along. He gets off on knowing his cock is sliding into a man's ass and knowing he's gonna breed that man with his load. That's the kinda guy who's cock and load I'd gladly take.

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.

For a very long time I resisted the urges that I felt. I finally started to let those feeling in a few years back but did nothing to act on them. And the more time that passes by, the feelings and fantasies grow. And sometimes you just find yourself too fucking horny to care anymore. That's how it was that night earlier this year. It was late, probably around 2am. I'd been up edging, watching porn, and chatting with other horny guys for hours. I got a chat message from a bi-married guy who said he was really close to me and needed to fuck off a load before bed. I had been playing solo in gear and was worried that he might think it was strange. But I told him anyway, figuring that if he wanted to fuck me for real, he could just come over and give us both what we need. He thought it was hot, so I gave him the address and he arrived five minutes later. Not the best looking guy, though not unattractive. And for me a fuck is a fuck, so I don't care what a guy looks like as long as he can get and stay hard. I've never been the most enthusiastic dick sucker as my mind tends to wander, so I had already told him when we chatted that I really just wanted a fuck. But he sat down on the couch and opened his pants . . . I have to admit that his dick was beautiful. Big, but not monster-long, and nice and thick just the way I like them. I had to at least suck him for a few minutes. So I was on my knees, still in my pvc suit, and got him good and hard and wet. And ready for more. He finally told me he wanted to fuck me, so I just crawled around where I was on the floor and presented him with my plastic covered ass. He pulled the back of the pants down, saw that I was already very well lubed and stuffed with a nice fat butt plug. He growled. Apparently he liked what he saw. And he knew a hungry hole when he saw one. When we chatted earlier he had told me that he always played safe and I'd said that was fine. I had been wanting to get barebacked for a while now but still hadn't worked up the nerve, so it was not a big deal. When he slipped the fat plug out of my ass with a very loud wet sucking sound, I watched him put it on the nearby end table, and realized that I had left a bottle of lube there for him, but no condoms. He never asked for one. Instead, I just felt that huge dick head pushing at my back entrance. Despite my big toys, my ass did resist a little. But he just kept up a steady push and I felt his huge meat sliding further and further into my hungry hole. Once I felt his abdomen pressed up against my wet butt cheeks, I felt full. He gave a couple of ruts with his hips, and then began to pump in and out. He grabbed hold of my hips and pulled my ass back onto his giant cock with every thrust, balls deep each time, with his hips smacking into my wet ass every stroke. Over and over, and I could feel his dick churning up my insides. I'd never felt like this inside from getting fucked. It felt like with each pull out he was sucking my insides out, and then cramming them back in again. It didn't last all that long, unfortunately. Maybe 10 minutes. He pulled out, huffing and puffing for breath, and told me he was close. He asked me if I wanted him to finish. Looking back on it now, he probably would have been okay to take a break and keep up the fucking for a while. But at the time, I was lost in it. I just grunted, "Yes", to his question. So he shoved his raw dick back into me and blasted my insides with his hot creamy load. He emptied his balls completely, then pulled out, grabbed a nearby towel to wipe his dick off, then pulled his pants up and left. Suddenly I was totally stunned. I didn't even know this guy's name, and I'd just taken his huge cum load in my ass. Finally I wasn't a bareback virgin. I fought with a few moments of panic at what I'd done, but then the slut in me took over . . . and I only wanted more. Ever since, bareback fucks are the only thing for my hungry ass.

Tina kicked my ass. We became a scary couple as we twisted up together. I loved Tina, my best friend and soul mate. She was a fine companion and an even better teacher: She taught me I could have Awesome Sex; Freedom from Depression; and Handle Any Danger or Fear. Tina told me I was so Cool; I was in control of everything and I had complete acceptance of being me. However, Tina brought me to meet scary and dangerous people who were not recreational users: People who no longer cared about themselves and would do anything for Tina; People with guns who would shoot you for looking at them funny; People who were into Torture; People who were Never Responsible; and who were Emotional Vampires. The scariest revelation was I could be any or all of the scary people if I continued to use. She told me I could no longer be happy unless I gave Tina more and more of myself to her. She told me it would be horrible to lose her. I stopped giving myself to her because with her I started to I feel terrible fear and distrust of every good thing in life. So I took gave more of myself to Tina and I started hearing cell phones ring when they were not and I saw shadows leaning in to get me. I ws running in a circle of despair and I had to break free. I started getting call and Instant messages from friends. They told me I would be fine and they would show me the way. Tina knew about my friends and told she would ruin me: You will wallow in misery without me; you will know depression so intimately you will pray to die; and you will do anything to let me take over your life. I made a break for my friends. Tina had tried to tie me in knots but I ran to people who gave up drugs and alcohol completely. They knew the bitch all to well and said I could do it. I just had to keep wanting to be away from Tina completely. I am now 4 days sober. I had my first sleep on Tuesday night after being up for 3 days. Now, I sleep and it is the best sleep ever. Before I got some sleep I was fearful, crying, anxious, and told friends I was scared to go to AA or Crystal Meth Anonymous Meetings. CMA. I can think again and I have to avoid fantasizing about slams. I will start feeling the meth in me and want to raise my arms up as if I had done a slam and I am waiting for the cough. I actually pray to be protected from my thoughts. and meth in general. If I don't pray, the meth fantasies feel like they are happening right now if I don't ask to be released from these. I run to rational and spiritual thoughts for protection. I know now I cannot go back to Tina. 90% of users are addicts and I have become one. I can never go back and use without consequence.

I just got pushed back onto Miss T's wagon last night. I was sober for 10 months. Visting friend from CA wasn't having that. So pushed a .5 into my arm. Now I want to be her slave again

His day to day life was pretty normal. At least everyone thought. He had a man who he shared his life with for a few years now and they were a happy couple talking about marriage and maybe even a family. Their friends and family always said that they were the model couple for both str8 and gay people. He had a very bad habit of fucking around on the side. There was some sort of need built into his genes that made him want to coax a married str8 guy to take his raw cock. The thrill of seducing an otherwise faithful guy into a steamy sex scene with no protection was a thrill he could barely contain his bone while thinking of it. He loved to deep seed those guys too. He prided himself on being just that sort of gay man who could interests guys regardless of their preferred sexual orientation. It wasn't just those stupid str8 guys that made him bone up. He loved to meet with the twinks with the new relationships. The ones who thought they met the boy of their dreams. Some sort of Disney princess fantasy boy who could never cheat on his usually twink boyfriend. Those boys made him growl with lust. Those twink boys who still used condoms with their new boyfriends and never actually felt a raw cock or cum in their tender cunts. Those were a true delicacy for his lusty appetite. His escapades never went home with him and home life continued to be the perfect picture it always was. One night after notching another "married" guy on his belt he ran into a dude who knew what his fetish was. The dude was something like a porn star with a perfect muscled body and a bit more ink than most guys have. His confidence and shared interest in cheating was a big thrill for our hero to learn about. What he didn't expect to find out from this dude was that he would be bottoming for him on a regular basis for the next few weeks. It was an experience that was new for him. It wasn't like he hadn't bottomed before but he rarely bottomed lately and almost never raw. The dude fucked him that first time and his cock was so fucking huge and perfectly shaped. This guy knew exactly how to move and pound that meat into a raw cunt to make it sing. He found himself craving another fucking from his newly found top. After a few months of daily fucks after work, his boyfriend began to notice that his cunt was a bit more stretched out than usual. He asked about it but it was not discussed or even acknowledged. It was easy for him to divert his boyfriend from his cheating ways by hammering the boy's cunt for an hour or so just to be sure that he was too worn out to question anything any further. He realized that he had become the guy he used to prey on.. He was seduced into being a cheater for his porn star dude. He was hungry for the cum that this man was saving for him each day. He was feeling a little bit ashamed of himself for being the faggot that he turned others into but it felt good being treated this way by his stud. After 4 months, the stud never showed again. Our hero was now empty and a little hungry for a good fucking. After being seen in dark rooms and bookstores, a lot of other guys knew that he took raw cock pretty well. So he sampled the cock around for a few days just to find that right feeling. He finally gave up and went home. He figured he'd take a few weeks to get himself together and then get out there and find a new crop of men to disrupt. His boyfriend was at home with a piece of mail from the doctor. He was poz. He was sad and told our hero that he was probably infected from an afternoon indiscretion he had a few months ago with a stranger. He was so ashamed of himself and told our hero that he would be so guilty if he pozzed him. Of course our hero was more than thrilled to find out that he was poz. Not so much because of his ability to lay a lot of guilt on his boyfriend's affair. but imagining all of those str8 men going home to their wives and girlfriends... maybe those guys who fucked their own kids in private and all of that mess that would be revealed because he stealthed them totally by accident. He had a huge dripping boner thinking about his poz daddy stud man while they finished the bio-hazard ink on top of his shaved cock. He never bothered to ask or even think about why the stud had it and now he wanted to be just like him. He wondered how he could fuck his own younger brother......

Part 4 After only a few thrust Steven asked me to fuck him harder and I wasn't one to disappoint. I fucked his brains out and before the session was over he took three charged loads from my balls. Over his spring break I kept Steven high and taking my dick the days at a time letting him ready/sleep enough to keep him wanting Tina in his vein and my cock in his hole. I have him the weekend before he had to go back to school to recover hoping that the lack of sleep along with my fucking him and the drugs (mixed with some of my poz blood) would have him coming down with the fuck flu quickly. Monday after school Steven was asking for stone Tina which I denied him until he earned it when my DNA took hold inside him. He definitely got my dick thrusted drop inside his hole wheeled he got home, after dinner and before bed planting three toxic loads inside him. The next morning I have him a quick fuck I the shower before he heard off to school. Steven commented that he wasn't feeling all that great when I first joined him in the shower. I pushed him against the wall of the shower and rammed inside him ignoring what he said. I made him head off to school knowing that he'd be coming hole sicker then a dog. I was waiting when he walked through the door wanting nothing more then to climb bed. I told him to get naked an climb into my bed and that if get him 'something' that would make him feel better. I was in my bathroom as I watched Steven in the mirror strip down and get under the blanket on my bed. I came into my bedroom with what I needed to administer a small slam. Steven didn't have the strength to fight me as I quickly gave him the small slam (well, small compared to what I had been giving him during his spring break). After his small cough I stepped out of my basketball shorts and slipped in next to him in my bed. We comfortably snuggled up with each other as we began to kiss more like lovers the I was giving him during his during spring break. Soon enough Steven was getting my cock hard and wanting to be fucked. I made love to him know my DNA had taken a hold inside his blood. The cumming weekend we would find out for sure. Steven and I fucked every day he was home sick. He was able to return to school on Thursday. Friday after he got back to my place after school I told him to get out of his school clothes and put on some mesh basketball shorts and a t-shirt, no unaware, no socks instructing him to slip on an old pair if tennis shoes I had for him to use. I knew what Travis liked his boys to wear. The dive over to Travis' place was a quiet 5 minutes. When we arrived I saw a familiar face already waiting. A lab tech friend who Travis used to check when we had a convert. The lab tech administer a rapid HIV test and then drew sine blood for a confirmation test. After the tube was in hand he checked the rapid test. He didn't need to say a word, we could see the results in his eyes. Travis had us follow him into his bedroom. He had a loaded pipe and point waiting. Travis quickly dropped his basketball shorts, climbed onto his bed on his knees, then back on his heels. His hard 9" cock pointed out. Travis held the pipe out and asked Steven if he wanted a smoke. Steven shook his head yes to which Travis replied the if he wanted a smoke he needed to get his ass into his 9". Steven quickly kicked of his shoes, shucked off his shirt and stepped out of his basketball shorts and worked his ass onto Travis' cock. Once he was sliding down the shaft he was handed the pipe and the torch was lit allowing him to get a good long full of smoke. After he blew a big cloud he was inducted to take a second then a third. As Steven took his his from the pipe Travis prepped Steven for one of his 'special' slams. Travis was known for his double slam technique. He used two tourniquets, one high on the upper arm and a second one just below the elbow. He then would slip a point between the two tourniquets and the second one in the forearm. I got naked and climbed on the bed behind Steven knowing that after this he'd want to lay back and I knew Travis would want to make sure the my bro stayed firmly on his cock. Both tourniquets were in placed and I took the pipe from Steven. Travis slipped both points into Steven's veins easily and emptied the one in the forearm fist followed by the point in his arm between the two tourniquets. Travis pulled the tourniquet on the upper arm first followed by the one on his firearm. Steven began to cough with the removal of the fist tourniquet and coughed harder when the second tourniquet was removed. As predicted Steven fell back and I eased him down to the bed. I knew Travis was ready to blow his load after the way (I'm sure) Steven's ass spasmed with each cough. Steve eagerly began to suck my cock as Travis seeded his poz ass. I watched Travis use Steven as a cum dump as I smoked away on the pipe. As the sun was starting to peak through the blinds I knew Travis was just about done using Steven's hole and it was time for me to get style of his cock for myself. We helped Steven up from the bed and has him take a long, relaxing shower as I was prepped for a double slam. I laid on my back as I helped Travis apply the tourniquets and administer the slams. This was the most I had slammed in months. Travis still had some 'juice' left in him as he gave me a fucking I surely needed. When Steve came back to the bedroom after his shower I motioned him over Ryu me so I could suck his cock. By might fall Travis had given both Steven and I a good fucking.

Part 3 I left the boys for a moment while I was texting and getting "fresh" sodas. The responses started coming quickly, 18 year old twins are a rate find, and soon I had 12 of my buddies coming over in a little bit. Handing them their new drinks, I also popped a little blue pill in their mouths. A freshly loaded pipe was passed around, and my boys were loaded and hard. I grabbed Brodi and pulled him onto me, sitting him on my cock as I layed on the carpet. Like a good slut he moaned as he slid down my veiny cock, setteling his pink pussy into my pubes. Then I grabbed Benji and pulled his ass to my face. He sat down on my tongue and I licked and sucked the cum out I had deposited in him. Both boys moaned as their cunts were being put to use. I pushed Benji forward into his brother, and the twins started kissing each other deeply. I didn't want to miss seeing that hot show, so I pushed the boys off of me. Benji fell back onto the carpet and I guided Brodi between his legs. "Fuck your brother." I whispered in his ear. Brodi spread his twins legs and lined his hard cock to the waiting hole. Benji let out a deep, guttural moan as his brother slid his cock into him. He wrapped his arms and legs around Brodi, pulling his cock in deep and locking his mouth onto his brother. Brodi went into overdrive, pounding his brother frantically as they made out. Fuck it was so hot watching the incest taking place right in front of me. I couldn't help but think they had been wanting this for a long time, and I had finally freed them up to fufill their desires. Brodi just pounded the shit out of Benji for at least 15 minutes before he pulled his mouth away. "I'm gonna cum bro! Fuck yea! Take my cum!" He shook and twitched as he pumped his load into his brother. Benji just begged him for it. "Oh god Brodi! Do it! Fuckin cum in me bro!" He pulled Brodi as deep into him as he could while he took his brothers load. When Brodi had finished, I pulled him up and laid his chest on the couch. He was still breathing hard from his orgasm. I just grabbed Benji and pushed him up to Brodi's waiting ass. "Fuck your brother man!" I ordered him. "Fuck him like he fucked you!" Dazed in drugs and lust, Benji rammed full force into Brodi, grabbing his hips and riding him hard. "Take my cock bitch!" He yelled at his brother. I was surprised at the dominance coming from him. "Take it bro! TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD YOU BITCH!" He pumped his brother full and collapsed on his back, licking Brodi's ear as he drained his load. Pulling out, he turned Brodi over and the boys started kissing furiously. I just smiled as I watched, knowing what I had awakened in them. As they made out, I pushed a plug into each of them to hold in the cum. The plugs popped in easily. "All right boys, the night has just begun." I told them. "The real party is going to start real soon!"

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

that is so fucking hot!!! can definitely relate to that after taking 2 loads already.

I never thought I'd be the guy who takes random guys' bare cocks and their cum. I thought I'd be a safe sex, monogamous bottom forever. Not so much. LOL. I met Justin on a4a. I was actually looking for guys to go on dates with and he was a negative top who didn't have anything picked when it came to safe sex/anything goes. He was sexy, 5'10", brown, brown, and had a slim body. He also had a 7.5" fat cock. We chatted on a4a and he seemed pretty cool and smart. We set up a date and met up for dinner and drinks. We really hit it off and we went for another drink after dinner. I was feeling the booze and didn't eat much at dinner, so when we got to talking about sex I told him he could fuck me bareback if he wanted. He said fuck yeah he wanted to fuck me bareback. We left the bar, went to my place and he fucked me bareback and came in my ass. Justin and I didn't work out as boyfriends because he drank and partied too much for me, but we did fuck a lot. He became my first real fuck buddy. He'd come over and I'd ride his cock, he'd fuck me on my back, doggie, bent over a table, every way possible. I liked being on my back the most with Justin because when he fucked me you could see his flat stomach flex it's abs. It was so hot to watch him fuck me. We stopped seeing each other as fuck buddies once he got a boyfriend, but we remained friends. I dated and fucked around, still looking for that elusive hot top boyfriend, and Justin always asked about my sex life when we'd hang out together. He loved hearing about me taking loads from guys I met at bars and online. I told him everything. Justin and his boyfriend lasted about a year. As soon as they broke up, he was over at my place riding my ass and breeding me. We were in bed after a hot fuck and he asked if I had any fantasies. I told him that I wanted to get fucked bareback in public and have the guys around know I was getting fucked bareback. He said "That's hot, especially since you are so preppy and clean cut that most guys would probably be shocked to know what a cum dump you are." We got so turned on that he turned me face down and slid his hard cock inside me again and fucked me. A few weeks later, I ran into Justin at a bar in his neighborhood while I was out with a few guys I knew (but not well). These guys and I had all just been at a mutual friend's party and had some drinks, so we were feeling good. Justin was drunk, but not sloppy yet. As we all hung out and drank the guys were all hitting on me and Justin and buying us drinks. We were having a good time and when the bar closed we decided to go to another, sleazier bar up the street. Justin loves this place. It's pretty big upstairs, three bars and there is a sex room downstairs. I'd only been down there once and only to see what it was like. It's the kind of sex room where you have to take your shirt off to get inside but it's clean and just feels like a sterile bathroom when you are in it. By this time, it's pretty late and since this bar is one of the only ones still open it is getting a decent crowd. Justin and I are making out by this point and his hands are all over my ass and down the back of my pants. The other guys we are with can see all of this and one of them, Rob, said, "I knew you were a bottom. You're so hot. I really want to get my cock in you." "Maybe another time," I replied, explaining "I'm going home with Justin tonight." We all danced and drank a round or two of shots. Justin said, "Let's go downstairs. You rubbing your ass on my cock has me really horny." I hesitated. Justin said, "Come on. We can play out your fantasy." I immediately got hard. I asked if he was sure and he just took my hand and down the stairs we went. I took off my polo and Justin took off his tee shirt at the door to the room. As soon as we got in the room, I opened his jeans and took out his hot cock(no underwear and he was wearing a cock ring). He pushed me against the wall and we made out and I stroked his cock. He pushed me to my knees and I sucked his cock. He loves blowing loads in my mouth, but tonight he was going to fuck me and I needed to get him pretty wet. I was sucking him and we started to get a small group of guys watching us. Some older, some chubbier, some hot; but all watching me suck Justin's hot cock. Justin pulled me up and turned me around. I undid my jeans and slid them off my ass showing off my jock strap. (There are condoms and lube packets all over this bar). Justin opened a lube packet and lubed his cock and my asshole. I heard one of the guys say, "I think they are going to fuck bareback." Justin said, "If he wants to, we can." I reached back and slipped his cock in my ass. I winced and had to get used to it, but I was ready for his fuck pretty quickly. Justin asked if I liked his cock. I moaned that I did. He said, "You like getting fucked bareback don't you?" "Yeah," I replied. Justin repeated his question to me several times, insisting I repeat myself, and expressly say much I liked getting bare cock in my ass. The guys watching us were getting really turned on. I couldn't see them all, but I could see that a few were stoking their cocks and others were starting to make out. Justin fucked me against the wall like that for a while. He stopped and told me to take off my jeans so he could spread my legs more. I was nervous about this but I did it. I was now in my jockstrap and Converse shoes. I leaned back against the wall and spread my legs. Justin slid his cock back in my ass and started pounding my ass. He made me say again that I loved getting fucked bareback. Then Justin said, "I'm going to cum in you bitch." I said, "Please cum in my ass. Don't pull out." He rammed his cock home inside me and groaned filling me up with his cum. I hadn't cum yet and was really horny. Rob, one of the guys we'd been hanging out with all night, came up and said "That was fucking hot. Can I fuck him too?" Justin said, "Sure. I don't own him." Justin slipped his cock out of me, made sure I was cool with it, and stood next to me and kissed me. I made out with Justin as Rob ran his cock over my ass crack. He opened a lube packet and spread the lube on his cock. He said, "Since I know how much you like getting fucked bareback I guess I don't need a condom." "No, you don't," I replied as his cock slipped in my ass. Now, his cock wasn't as thick or long as Justin's but still it felt good, especially as while Rob was fucking me, Justin and another bystander began making out, which made the experience all the more of a turn-on. Rob pushed me over some and pulled my ass out more and started pulling his cock all the way out and slamming it back in. I was loving it and moaning. Rob started speeding up and he said, "You want my cum, don't you?" "Yes," I replied, but like Justin, Rob insisted I repeat my 'yes' several times, so I did, over and over, louder each time, and by the Rob shot his load in my ass I was all but shouting. Then he unceremoniously withdrew. I still hadn't cum, but I was loved getting fucked. I looked around hoping to see Justin but instead saw another guy, probably in his late 40s. He had stepped behind me, and had positioned his cock at my hole. I didn't know him, but that didn't matter. Rather I compulsively I pushed back on his cock and the head popped in. I knew he was in me bareback. He just started fucking me, grunting as he did "You're one fuckin' hot slut - my cock loves your hole." Then he leaned forward, pulled my face to the side, and kissed me, sliding his tongue as deep into my mouth as we could manage. I sucked on his tongue, thinking of it as a very muscular cock as he kept fucking my ass. I found myself moaning into his mouth as he paused and muttered "I'm going to cum." "Blow inside my ass," I replied. Slapping my ass cheeks, he did just that, giving me every drop of his load. A bystander asked if we knew each other, and the top replied as he withdrew from my ass "No, but thanks, slut. That was good." Another guy stepped up and his bare cock slipped inside my ass. He came in me too. Then another cock and another cock. Then I heard a familiar voice. I looked back and it was one of the summer interns from the firm. He said, "Fucking hot ass man. I wanted to fuck you all last summer. Now you're going to take my poz cock." I don't even remember this intern's name, but he slipped his bare poz cock in my cum filled ass and fucked me silly. This guy was really hot and he really knew how to fuck. He must've fucked me for 20 minutes. It was starting to hurt a bit and he reached around and started jerking my cock. He said, "For such a slutty bottom you have a great fat cock." He jerked me and fucked me. Just as he was cumming in my ass, Justin showed up and asked if I was okay. As the intern semi-collapsed on my back, his sweaty chest leaving me soaked, I replied "Yeah, I'm absolutely fine." Justin got on his knees and started giving me head. I blew my load with the intern's cock still inside me. He said, "Holy crap you just totally worked my cock when you came." He asked if I wanted another load from him. I said sure and he fucked me pretty fast and gave me another load. Justin then pulled me off his cock, turned me around and kissed me. "Did you get what you wanted? Was the experience as hot as your fantasy?" Justin asked. "If possible, it was even more so," I replied. Then Justin and I dressed and left, taking the intern in tow, the three of us going back to my place. The three of us fucked all night and most of the next day, eventually passing out in my bed. It was a really hot night. I really am a cumdump now. I love it. The end.

Mnversguy81 on barebackrt, need to either bus to your place or get picked up. Rode down with friends, staying right off of Hwy 169 and Cedar Park Rd. Lkg for a host to put my ass to use at his place or at the Warehouse party, or a twisted perv to go online and pimp me out to anon men that pick me up on the street or in the parking lot, and take me wherever... use me along the way then drop me at another's... Lkg to have vid taken of my tight neg hole getting torn up by a spit-lubed raw poz cock, while restrained... being told what a sick horny fag I am, and since I was such a dumbfucking slut for cum, that he's going to give my hole what it's asking for and convert it with hot toxic loads to turn me into a dirty poz cumslut to be used anytime anywhere, and eager to please dirty diseased cocks and keep my hole getting bugged up more and more... One on one is fine, or a neg guy that is just turned on by the fantasy is more than welcome to set something pervy up, for that he can watch me peform his dark desires... Up for meeting up in a public area, rest room or parking garage, or stairway for a risky anon raw pump and dump. Let me know.

Absolutely. I love to show off---and encourage other men to use the hole I'm fucking--for my felching pleasure....

PART 4 “Wait a second,” Jason said, growing suddenly serious. “Before we get this kid slammed up and pozzed deep, there are a few things we need to address.” “Yeah, bud? What’s that?” He looked down at my gym shorts. “First of all, dude, I really need you to unleash that cock. You’re about to tear through the fabric. And let’s see that hairy chest, too—get fuckin’ naked for me.” I looked down to see the outline of my dick hanging down my left thigh, straining against the shorts and leaving a visible wet spot as it drooled toxic precum. I gave Jason a cocky little smirk, then peeled off my tank top, running my hand down my stomach to pull the elastic of my shorts down past my cock and onto the floor. “Now what?” Jason wasn’t looking at my face anymore. He was transfixed by the sight of my dick, still slick with infected seed. “Well, second of all,” he said—and here I caught a demonic glint in his pitch-black pupils—“before we go to the sling room, I need to take a giant leak. Could you direct me to the nearest urinal?” Without another word, I took Conrad by the arm and laid the kid on his back. “Spread your hole, faggot,” I said, taking a moment to look into his eyes with deep affection and brotherly pride. Conrad gave me a blissed-out, boyish grin. Then he reached down to his little jockbutt, pulling it back to reveal the hole I’d seduced with Tina, penetrated raw, and pounded full of poz cum. “That’s good, bro. Fuckin’ beautiful. A little wider, please.” He dug his fingers in deeper and pulled his little cumhole wide enough that a small cascade of my poz offspring dripped onto the bedsheet. “So listen now,” I continued, “Jason and I are gonna show you something new, OK?” Conrad nodded, so incredibly eager to please—no questions asked. A true chemwhore. His eyes locked on mine again, and I gave him an almost imperceptible nod, as if to say: You’re doing great, kid. Jason rested the head of his raw cock against Conrad’s smooth, dripping boyhole. “OK, buddy,” he said to Conrad. “You ready? Here we fuckin' go.” My lil’ bro grunted approval. And then with a slow, single thrust, Jason sank his bare cockhead and veiny shaft into my boy, not stopping until his balls came to rest against the cum-trail dripping steadily from Conrad’s cunt. Jason leaned forward, pressing his dick even deeper as my lil’ bro breathed out a single word: “Yes.” Then Jason closed his eyes and concentrated on the task at hand. “Just stay perfectly still,” he said to Conrad. “Relax your hole for me, boy. There you go. Just like that. Keep it relaxed. Stay right where you are. I’m just about to—“ Before he could even finish his sentence, it happened: he let out a long, guttural moan as his mouth opened wide and his head kicked back. Then he slowly thrust his raw cock even deeper, emptying a bladder full of partypiss into my beautiful fucked-up boy. I don’t know how long it took for him to release everything he’d stored up, but one thing was clear: my lil’ bro’s guts were getting flooded. “How does that feel, Conrad?” I asked him. He shook his head slowly as if to say: No words. My dick bounced in appreciation as I watched my boy’s pupils dilate a little more with every wave of piss invading his hole. “Warm,” he finally whispered, his voice lower now, his face less boyish, like he was transforming into a man while I watched. “So fuckin’ warm.” Finally, Jason’s steady moan drifted into silence. He opened his eyes and glanced over at me. We both laughed. “I’ve been saving up that slampiss for awhile,” he said. Then his eyes closed again and he let out another primal moan. “Fuuuuuuuck—there’s a little more. A little more piss for you, kid. Jesus. Goddamn—I’m so fuckin’ glad my chems found a home. A perfect home. Right here, deep inside this eager fuckin' faggot.” Conrad just kept smiling. “I was born to be a faggot for men like you," he said with a little nod. My cock swelling with pride, I leaned over to give my boy a kiss. Then Jason let out a giant sigh. “OK, boy,” he said. “I’m gonna start pulling out, OK? Now, here’s what I want you to do: I want you to start squeezing that sweet little fuckhole for me. There you go. Squeeze it—just like that. Nice! Such a good boy. Now listen: after I pull out, I want you to keep it nice and tight, OK? We’re gonna give you a few minutes to soak up my Tina-piss.” As Jason’s cock slipped out of Conrad’s hole, I saw a single dark-gold droplet of piss escape—but that was all. Obedient as ever, my boy turned all his attention to keeping those recycled chems deep in his fuckhole, right where they belonged. “Thank you, fucker,” I said to Jason, grabbing him by the back of the head as we matched breaths in a hungry kiss. I pressed my cock against his tight stomach, then reached around to his furry hole. My fingers slipped easily inside him, enveloped in a familiar warmth and wetness. “Goddamn,” I whispered in his ear. “How many loads have you taken tonight?” “Just five,” he said with a cocky grin. “My poz Daddy has a rule: I can take as much cum as I want, but only if I share my unmedicated load with at least one boy. Preferably a negboy.” I growled. "OK, I gotta meet this poz Daddy of yours. So here's what we're gonna do: I’m gonna help this boy release the piss from his hole. Then we’re gonna meet up with you guys in the sling room. Got it?” “Got it, dude,” Jason said as he opened the door, his towel slung over his shoulder. “And hurry. I tell ya, my Daddy’s gonna fuckin’ love this kid.” “We won’t be long,” I assured him. With that, I grabbed Conrad by the arm and led him down the hall, showing him to the group shower directly across from the giant hot tub. I turned on the water, spun him around, and wrapped my arms around his torso. As we stood there under the water, I thought to myself: You think you’re high now, kid? Releasing this piss will take you to whole new level. And that’s nothing compared with what’s still to come. “OK, lil’ bro,” I said with my mouth resting against his ear, my hands brushing up and down the length of his tight little six-pack. “I’m gonna rest my cock against your hole, alright? As I start to press into you, just relax. Got it?” He nodded, and I reached down to position the head of my dick against that hungry little cunt. As I started to apply pressure, I felt his ass relax—and suddenly my cock was surrounded by a rush of warm slampiss rushing out of his hole. I thrust a little deeper, feeling a gutful of chems splashing down my legs. And then I couldn’t hold back. I began to fuck him, but only for a minute or so—just to feel his hungry hole pulse and twitch hungrily around my raw dick. As I kept fucking, the stream of slampiss slowed to a trickle. He moaned. And for the first time, with every thrust of my poz dick into my 18-year-old boy’s eager fuckhole, he began actively milking my cock. “Very good, boy,” I whispered. “You’re fuckin’ made for this. Aren’t you, lil’ bro?” “Fuck yeah, big bro,” he mumbled. This kid was totally in heat—the slampiss rushing out of his hole had taken him into the goddamn stratosphere. “I’m made for this. And I need it so bad. Your raw cock. Your amazing fat dick, deep inside my boyhole. Bareback me. Please bareback me. Please. You. Fucking. Stud.” “Listen, lil’ bro,” I said, easing off on my thrusts before resting my cock deep inside him. I looked up to see that a sizable crowd had formed around us, so I leaned in a little closer and lowered my voice. “As much as I want to breed you right now, we shouldn’t make that poz Daddy wait any longer. So get your towel, boy. It’s time for you to get slammed up.” We walked back to the room, my arm draped over his shoulder, my hand occasionally mussing his hair like an affectionate big bro. I stopped by our room for just a moment to grab my playkit—and then proceeded to the sling room. When we reached the door, I turned to Conrad, placing my hands on his cute little butt as I drew his body close to mine. “You sure you’re ready for this, lil’ bro?” “I’m ready for anything, big bro.” “Good boy. Then knock.” He looked at the door, hesitating for just a moment, then glanced back at me. I gave him a proud little nod. He grinned that boyish grin, then gave the door a solid knock. Footsteps approached. The door opened. Standing before us, naked and hard, was a man like almost no man I’d seen. He was a silver Daddy type, mid-40s maybe, with a lean and muscled chest covered with salt-and-pepper hair, a tight stomach, and a truly massive pierced cock. Best of all: right above his navel, in jet-black ink, he had a biohazard tattoo that expanded and contracted with every breath, as if pulsing with hunger. “Welcome, you fuckin’ pigs,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I’m Grant. And you better get in here, ‘cuz we’ve got some fuckin’ work to do.” MORE SOON…

The Stallion Carousel - Southeast DC Breeders Market - My ass was leaking cum like a river and I was higher than I thought possible. My eyes slowly opened, the spinning in my head eased, yet something was still not right – oh yeah – I was being fucked by someone. I didn’t know who, the blindfold prevented that, and this was pretty much how the last 7 days had been at the Breeder’s Market in Southeast DC. What the fuck was that last shit Lionel had made me smoke? My find focused a little more as the chain attached to the leather collar I was wearing was jerked and Lionel’s menacing voice said, “You back with me? Fucking white cum whore. Giving you all the dick you can handle, didn’t I promise you that? Say yes DADDY! Say yes SOULJA LOVER! You’re still mine for the rest of the day and I am going to make damn sure you don’t forget this black snake spitting up in that hole.” This was not how I had expected the day to go, nor had Lionel. So much for going cold turkey. The day before I had been used over and over by Gabe and his brother Remy in the private glory hole booths. Gabe was our newest STALLION whose job was to breed and seed our bottom clientele. But even more than that, Lionel had used me to test them because he said, “I need to know I got a Stallion on deck that ain’t afraid to rape those bottoms that change their minds about the infected breeding they came here for.” Gabe had shown that he was and when teamed up with his brother Remy who also had a dick in the double-digits, I knew no hole in DC was going to be safe from infection by our STALLIONS. During one of the breaks when Lionel had come back in to restock my drugs and work his own load up my ass I had told him I was not sure I was comfortable with him having those two raping bottoms at the Breeders Market. Lionel reminded me, “You are the one who set the rules of our mission and that infecting as many men as possible with your toxic virus strain comes above all else. Anyways, no need to worry, between your cop Pooh and all the blues we bribe, ain’t shit going to happen. Plus we can always drug them up so much they won’t remember the last three days. But you know how cum slut bottoms are, the say no, but they mean yes. Think of it as a service to the community. Not only are we passing along your AIDs infection, but I’m am keeping two bad boys off the streets and letting em do what they do, in a controlled environment. Between the drugs and Dr Mike’s magic ass salve, the bottoms they rape will never know a thing except they had a good time – that is until the fuck flu kicks in.” Lionel was right of course. Saturday morning I woke up alone in Lionel’s bed and immediately started craving dick and some drugs. Lionel said that since I had to go back home tomorrow this would be a cold turkey day, so no more drugs, but I would get plenty of his dick, liquor, and poppers to help me through the transition. Even though it was a cold January day outside, I was warm so I kicked off the sheets and was playing with my foreskin piercing (the gift from the Richmond leather guys) when Lionel walked in carrying a tray. I had taken gallons of Lionel’s cum and seen him naked so many times now, but the man still took my breath away and I had to have him back inside me. Lionel set the tray on the nightstand, I rolled over and saw he had brought me breakfast including eggs, bacon, toast, and juice. He sat on the side of the bed, placed his big hand behind my head and leaned down and gently kissed me. My need to have his dick in my ass overcame my need for food and I pulled Lionel down to me. We ground our bodies together for several minutes as we kissed and caressed each other, his big black dick leaving trails of precum all over me while he licked at the patches of dried cum and ass juice still left on me from yesterday’s fucks. I had to have him inside me now! I wriggled free, flopped back on the edge of the bed with my legs up, turned my head towards Lionel and begged, “Please fuck me Daddy. Please give me that raw dick. Fuck it dry. Want it to hurt good for you.” Lionel did not need to be asked twice as he soon loomed over me as he pushed my ankles back, lined his dick up with my waiting ass and started to force himself in. Dr Mike’s ass salve had healed any damage to my hole from the day before so it took Lionel a couple minutes to get in, but once he did he pounded me hard and deep. Lionel was getting close, the sweat dripping off his forehead, his muscles taught as his body prepared to seed me and as he got ready to cum he said, “Every load I have given you this week has only strengthened our bond. Every ounce of my cum and every inch of my dick has melded us body and soul. Like I’ve said before, Deacon may own you, but I will always be your Soulja Lover. You ready for Daddy’s nutt? You want me to nutt up in you? Oh here it comes, fuck yeah, coating you nice and deep – oh yeah baby, good slut for Daddy.” Lionel pushed me back further onto the bed and scooted up on the bed too, his dick still buried deep, hard, and twitching in my cum filled ass as he whispered in my ear how much he loved using my hole. I was rubbing Lionel’s body, gently rocking my hips, hoping he would keep fucking when suddenly it felt like I had been hit in the head with a 2x4, everything went white and a loud voice boomed, “I’M COMING. BE READY. I NEED YOU. THE AIDS LORDS NEED YOU. I’M COMING. BE READY. I NEED YOU. THE AIDS LORDS NEED YOU. I’M COMING. BE READY. I NEED YOU. I NEED YOU.” I gasped from the pain and cried out as I grabbed the sides of my head and could hear Lionel’s voice, which now sounded so distant saying my name. “What the fuck was that? What just happened?” Lionel asked with panic in his voice as he shook me. I slowly opened my eyes, everything spun for a moment, I wanted to puke and it took me a moment of focusing on Lionel’s worried face before I could say one word, “Deacon.” Lionel sat back on his haunches on the bed and shook and his head. “Holy fuck. You scared the shit out of me. Your eyes totally rolled back in your head and those fucking tats on your arms glowed like some exorcist shit. You ok? What do you mean Deacon?” Lionel knew I had a special connection with Deacon and had just seen one of the ways in which it manifested itself. I also told him the message I had heard, Deacon was coming. I didn’t know anything more. He was supposed to stay in Chicago until I got back so something must have happened. Lionel shook his head and said, “Well, the fucker ain’t here yet and you’re still mine. Change of plans, come on.” I grabbed the cold plate of food and stumbled after Lionel out to the bar as he got on the phone and began giving a series of orders to his lieutenants to double up on all security just in case and to get his next surprise ready. Lionel took the food away shaking his head and in its place gave me a plate full of white lines. I thought I was going cold turkey, but did not argue and snorted to my heart’s desire over the course of the next hour. Lionel finished up his arrangements and as I threw on a t-shirt and jeans he grabbed the blinged out collar and chain from the side of the bed and came and locked it around my neck and tugged hard. “Well,” he started, “If Deacon is coming, we need to get you ready. I know he is not like any normal man and pretty much tears you apart when he fucks your right? Yeah, yeah, you can’t fucking talk about it, well, as long as you’re under my roof I’m going to get than man cunt prepped and ready. You ready for some more dick? Going to make Daddy proud?” I smiled, nodded, and said, “Whatever you say Daddy. You’re in charge.” Then partially under my breath said, “Well you think you are – ha ha.” Lionel yanked the chain, pulled me tight to him, laughed and said, “I heard that slut. But you’re right. Come on. I got something new for you.” I followed Lionel and his guards through COVENANT to another section of the warehouse complex I had not been in yet. The large steel doors rolled back and I was hit by a wave of heat, music, and drug smoke. It was dim, and the only light was coming from several large video screens all playing different types of porn. We walked down a large concrete ramp on the right side of the room and I saw a duplicate ramp on the other side on which a few men were sitting, smoking, drinking, hanging out. The two ramps made a sort of pit in the middle. The air was thick with the smell of drugs, and I had an urge for some more crystal. At the bottom of the ramp Lionel sat me in one of two large leather chairs that was facing the pit area but I could not see much else as several other men were clustered around in front of us including my two rapists from the day before, Remy and Gabe. It appeared the brothers were getting along, or at least speaking, as they both turned and smiled at me and gave me a nod. I turned as Lionel now handed me a blunt and I inhaled it deep and held it and continued to look around through the blunt’s smoke trail. Some of the men I recognized, others I didn’t, and I was not sure what was planned. Lionel sat down, took a hit from the blunt and then said, “This is the Stallion Carousel,” he said as he motioned to the men standing in front of us. “A little something of my own design for those bottoms who want an extreme breeding experience. STEP THE FUCK BACK A MINUTE!” The men in front of us stepped to the sides and I could make out what at first looked like a large padded mini-fuck bench. Lionel then took a control box sitting on the table and with the whir of hydraulics, the fuck bench lifted, moved, turned, and it now looked more like a doctor’s gynecological table where the legs separated and head titled back some as the entire thing spun slowly on a large metal pole like a car up that was up to be repaired in a garage. Lionel smiled as he made the table contort into several other variations as he explained, “You see, this will allow our Stallions to plow a bottom in every position imaginable – ass and throat – at the same time and the restraints ensure they must take it how we decide to give it.” Lionel chewed on his lip as bit as continued to press some buttons and as he did the Carousel seemed to fold down in on itself and from the ceiling descended a contraption of leather and chains. “And this,” Lionel said pointing, “Is the second half of the Carousel. A bottom is suspended in the body harness section almost like a sling either face up or face down, but his arms and legs are all chained up separately and can be raised or lowered to various angles as we want, just like the floor section and he has no where to run and he becomes a total fuck marionette. The main variance is where the bottom section turns and rotates on its own, the H-bar holding the chains and harness can be manually turned by Stallions so the bottom is passed from dick to dick to dick anywhere inside the pit. So what do you think?” As I hit the blunt again Lionel yanked the chain and said, “Well it doesn’t really matter what you think. This is where you will be spending today getting raped and used by every Stallion in the house and I have given the boys a challenge. The one that makes you tap out gets a $1,000 bonus, so don’t expect it to be easy. They need a cock slut and whore who knows how to take dick and who better than you. So finish that blunt up and hop up on the Carousel, time for a ride!” While Lionel reset the Carousel Remy and Gabe walked over. Gabe blew a thick cloud of smoke my way, “Looks like our white pussy can’t get enough of this hood dick huh? I took it easy on you yesterday, yes I did, but I plan to get me that $1,000 so prepare to get raped good and right and tap out bitch!” Remy and Gabe stood on each side of me, lifted my t-shirt, and started licking and nibbling at my nipples. Each would take a break, hit their blunt, blow their smoke out around my nipples and then chew on them harder making me moan and squirm. After a couple minutes of that Remy stood back, stripped naked, and showed me his fresh Stallion brand. He smiled, then bent back over to chew on my right nipple as I laid my head back and reached out with my right hand to stroke his growing black dick. Lionel interrupted our foreplay, handed me a fresh blunt and said, “The Carousel is ready and it looks like our Stallions are too. Every one of the Stallions is carrying your AIDs virus and we will make sure your ass stays bloody so you can get anything else they have too. I’ll check on you from time to time to make sure you’re high as you can be, but otherwise, you are theirs to use. Smoke that up while I provide a few last minute instructions.” Lionel gathered all the Stallions around him by the Carousel as I continued to smoke. This blunt was much more powerful than the last and I was soon dizzy, high, and everything seemed like it was in slow motion. When Lionel came back he tied a leather blindfold tight around my eyes, guided me over to the Carousel and once I was strapped in I could feel the mini-bench gently vibrate as the height, arms, and legs, and other sections were adjusted. The music and voices sounded so far away now as I laid back and waited, waited for the first Stallion horse dick to fuck my guts and flood me with his biohazard cum. I didn’t have to wait long as a nice thick dick was suddenly knocking at my ass door. I still had Lionel’s load inside me so with a few violent thrusts it POPPED through and began to fuck me. YES – fuck I loved the feeling of raw dick in my ass with nothing but cum for lube! My head was tilted back and my throat stuffed with another dick, while a dick was placed in each hand for me to jerk and fluff to full proportions. My nipples were tweaked, pinched, and chewed on and over the next while my body was covered in Stallion spit, piss, hands, and cum as I was used for their pleasure. Dick after dick seeded my ass as the Carousel was adjusted for maximum access to my hole. The voices all blended together but I remembered once when a huge dick was brutally slam fucking me I cried out for him to fuck me harder and his voice roared back like a lion chasing down a kill, “SHUT THE FUCK UP MAN BITCH! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THAT DICK IN THAT WHITE HOLE – FUCKING SLOPPY WET PUSSY – THAT’S ALL YOU IS – SLOPPY PUSSY – GONNA RAPE IT LIKE I WANT!” Sounded like Remy or Gabe, not sure which but had to disappoint them as I was NOT tapping out and they had to do better than that to get that $1,000 bonus. I barely registered when Lionel had me unstrapped for a short break. Someone had covered my face at one point with a cloth covered in something that made my head really spin, I had poppers held up for me to use, a blunt to hit while I was being fucked, and more. Some water, more blunt, and Lionel had me chained into the hanging harness part of the Carousel and the second part of the ride began. I think I liked this better as the tops could get more motion with their fucks, twist me, push me away and slam back onto their dicks. I begged and pleaded to be fucked deeper, harder, and to be filled with cum and our Stallions gave me inch after inch of big raw dick. At one point I was afraid someone was fisting me and tried to object and cried out for Lionel, but he assured me it was just a big dicked country boy from West Virginia who had the thickest white dick he had ever seen. A few hits of the blunt and I could not get enough of the country dick stretching me open. The strangest thing then happened while I was being fucked in the harness. I had just hit a new blunt from Lionel or someone and it felt like someone had taken a hammer to my head, hit me, shards of glass fell away, and then everything was calm and crystal clear. I knew I was still in the Carousel being fucked and used and could hear the Stallions egg each other on, talking shit to me and about me, but at the same time I was thinking about my super-toxic AIDs virus. My goal with the Breeder’s Market was to ensure my super-charged bug was passed along to as many people as possible – and in DC my Mares and Stallions would create an explosion of infection that would radiate up and down the East Coast. I knew not everyone could handle it and some wasted away to nothing so quickly while others thrived on the virus. I also knew that steps would be taken by some to try to stop this new bug, which is why as the Zero carrier – the original source so to speak – I wanted to continue to take infected cum over and over, even slightly mutated strains of my own bug. I could almost see my cells plucking out any new bits of virus and absorbing them, any new infection and STD my body welcomed, used what it could and burned the rest away. I was not done yet, every toxic load spewed into my ass was one more piece I could use to constantly ensure I was even more toxic today than I was yesterday. My mind began to formulate the plans I would implement with the AIDs Lords now that I knew the Breeders Market formula worked and all the ways we would hook men and women into our plan through sex, drugs, and more. Lionel’s menacing voice was loud in my ear this time as he said again, “You back with me? Fucking white cum whore. Giving you all the dick you can handle, didn’t I promise you that? Say yes MASTER! Say yes SOULJA LOVER! Watching all these men climb up inside you, depositing their seed – DAMN! Feel me fucking your sloppy hole? Feel all that cum bloating you up? You just wait. This ain’t nothing baby, Daddy’s just getting you opened up so I can pick the two biggest nicca dicks here to double stuff you and make you beg for mercy as they prepare you for my fist so I can make sure you’re ready for you know who. Say yes to your SOULJA LOVER! Say yes to your Daddy! TAKE MY CHARGED CUM, TAKE IT BABY!” The leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles were cutting into me bad, but the Stallions wouldn’t stop. The clarity I had vanished and my mind returned to the ecstasy and fog created by all the drugs Lionel continued to give me and the raw dick tearing my ass open. I don’t know what time it was when I was finally unchained from the Carousel for the day but I could barely stand. My whole body felt bruised, not just my ass, which was gaping and wet. I fumbled for a towel to instinctively wipe my ass off but Lionel kneeled behind me and lapped at my hole, licking me clean before he started biting my ass. I tried to pull away but just collapsed on the floor with Lionel eating my swollen ass like it was the first meal he had received in days. He bit me again hard, then climbed on my back, slammed his dick in with no resistance at all, and growled and grunted as he told me what a good slut I was for him. I knew when he was close as Lionel bit down hard on that spot where my neck meets my shoulder that he loves and warm blood tricked where his teeth sunk in as he snarled and flooded my ass with one more load. Lionel’s guards cleared the way as he led us back to his apartment, Remy holding me up on one side, Gabe on the other, both of them telling me they were not done with me yet. Back in the apartment I saw myself in the mirror and was shocked at how I looked, but the guys just laughed and said I looked like a gangbang slut should. I managed to piss a little and when I came out Gabe handed me a glass and said, “Drink.” So I did. He then guided me to the bed, laid on his back, had me straddle his dick, wrapped his arms around me and squeezed my body tight to his as he yelled, “Come on Rem, I want to see the look in his eyes as you get up in there before the G kicks in.” As Remy climbed onto the bed too I looked to the side and saw Lionel sitting in a chair, stroking his hard dick, chewing his lip like he did when he was horned and watching me get used. Gabe shifted me and his body a bit, I felt Remy’s hands on my back, pressure at my hole and then realized what they were trying to do. I started to struggle as best I could and begged for mercy as Remy’s monster black dick tore my ass open so he could join his brother inside my hole. My screams faded away as the G kicked in, the two monster black dicks raped my ass, and the last thing I saw was Lionel’s smiling face letting me know I was making my Soulja Lover proud.

Breeders Market - Day 6: Double brother dick down - the STALLION TWINS – As his unbelievable, 14-inch black dick slid into my ass I remembered a line I read someplace that said, “Having a thirst so mighty it cast a shadow.” That was me, a thirsty, shadow covered, bareback cum slut who had taken so much raw dick and cum since I had been visiting my BREEDERS MARKET in Southeast Washington, DC. My drug and dick induced haze was pierced by the voice of the man now getting ready to use me, “You ready to get that hole ground up like hamburger?” My breath caught in my throat, my guts cramped, I let out a long sigh as the sweat trickled into my eyes and dripped onto the leather covered fuck bench I was laying on knowing I was going to take the biggest dick I had ever seen. Friday had started out with Lionel fucking me, and the more he was inside me the more I knew I cared about him, wanted him, needed him, not just now but forever – and his tat said it all - SOULJA LOVER. But all of those feelings were soon pushed to the back as he had taken me to be gang fucked in the Ring-of-Death and the last man to bareback me and nutt in me using all that infected cum for lube was a tall basketball player type guy with a 12-inch dick who had written the word ‘Mine’ on my back before he left. Lionel had then led me back to his apartment, pulling me close to him with his blinged out collar around my neck, and the chain around his fist. The two, armed guards who escorted us through the secret passages in COVENANT kept talking about what a slut I had been and how good my cummy ass had felt. Lionel agreed, and as we waited for the elevator he pressed me against the wall, his breathe rich and foul from his smoke while his mouth covered mine and he kissed me long and hard and said, “You my slut, remember that, and you did Daddy so proud. Time to get ready for another round, and I have something new to show you that will be unveiled when we open for business tonight.” Back in Lionel’s apartment he had me hit a blunt, my high kicked back up and it made my ass feel so hot. I knew the only thing to put out that fire was raw dick. Lionel refused all attempts to let me at his dick, or to shower, and after a quick inspection of my ass to make sure I was not dirty – just nasty from cum – he let me toss on a t-shirt, jeans, snapped the collar back on me and led me to a section of COVENANT’s warehouse complex I had not been in before. “The STOCKYARD and our private rooms where the Mares get fucked and used are basically for those tops who wants some raw ass. While we get some secondary infections of the tops here, it does not provide any options for those bottoms looking for raw dick and a deep dick breeding,” Lionel was explaining as we walked. “DC is fucking full of bottoms, many of them with cash to spend, so tonight we premiere a new service, the STALLION RANCH. Think of the RANCH as a high-end gloryhole/bookstore. The bottoms pay to enter, they are greeted by our concierge staff who will explain the rules to them and then they are escorted to our lounge where they can drink, select from the party favor tray, or get right down to business by selecting the STALLION they want.” Wow, I always loved taking anonymous dick at the bookstore, but part of the appeal for me was how seedy it was and Lionel seemed to read my mind as he said, “The RANCH has several options, including a maze area that is rough, dirty, dark, and perfect for those bottoms looking for something just a little nasty. If they see a STALLION dick they like sticking through a hole, they can suck it or ride it, whatever they want and move on. But for those who prefer something a little more special, I have designed a series of high-end gloryhole rooms for them, and that is what I want to show you now.” We passed through a large metal door that had the outline of the head of a horse on it, painted in white with bright red eyes that if one looked closer enough you could see were really biohazard symbols. Once on the other side we were greeted by the concierge staff who were shirtless, dressed in white pants like the Stable Masters, but were of varying heights and sizes. Lionel then showed me the lounge, and sitting around a couple of tables were several naked men drinking and smoking, some of whom I recognized from my gang-fuck earlier. Lionel motioned to them, and they all stood up for inspection as he said, “These are some of our STALLIONS. They have all been charged, infected, and converted with shots of your blood, and I have pulled the biggest dicked, nastiest mother-fuckas that the DC/Baltimore area has to offer, and even a few from New York City to Atlanta. You got a little taste of what some of them have and as you will notice, like our MARES, the STALLIONS are all branded with the biohazard brand and an additional mark noting whose stable they belong too. But instead of just one brand, they have two, one between their belly button and their dick and another on their right bicep. More importantly, none of them have less than 9-inches, most are bigger, and all have been trained in how to prep a bottom’s ass to get it ripe for their infected cum, ripe and bloody I should say.” At that a few of them began rubbing their dicks. “We do have a couple smaller dicked guys on hand if needed, but our goal is make those bottoms hungry for bigger dick that will really rough them up. Come on, let me show you the gloryhole rooms I mentioned.” I smiled at the STALLIONS as we passed by and made a mental note I wanted to feel a couple of them again for sure. We passed through a leather covered swinging door and into a dimly lit hall with a series of doors on either side, and a concierge staffer indicated the second door on our right, which was open. I noticed each door had a single light above it, most were green, one was red, so I asked what that meant and Lionel said, “If the light is green the room is unoccupied, and also note all of these rooms are sound proofed so no one can hear any of the fun going on once the door is closed.” Made sense. We entered a small foyer. Right in front of us was another open door and on the wall at both ends of the foyer was a video screen playing porn and between the second door and the end walls there were gloryhole openings. We entered the inner room, which contained one of the fuck benches on the left in front of one gloryhole, a bar set up with various liquor and drugs, a large video screen playing more porn, and two large leather chairs. “This,” Lionel said, “Is for those bottoms who want a little more privacy and gives them all the options they could want. Once they pick their STALLION – or they can have our staff just choose one and it can be anonymous – the bottom can come in here, get fucked through that gloryhole while he is on the bench, or he can kneel at that one and suck dick or bend over and get fucked. Or he can invite the STALLION in the room to use him and take advantage of any of the toys, chains, collars, and other items we have. And for those couples where the partner wants to watch his bottom get used, we have some relaxing chairs for him to sit and watch the show. So what do you think?” I sat in one of the leather chairs, looking around, letting my mind imagine all of the fun one could have in that room as Lionel set out a series of his blunts, lit one, and said, “Hit this slut. I want to put you through your paces, you ready to please your Daddy dick again?” I anxiously inhaled the harsh smoke and got slammed as a thousand little needles pierced my brain and the world spun a bit. Lionel laughed, “Yeah, I should have warned you, this is a new and improved mix because I have a special gift for you tonight. Now smoke up and come suck on this dick.” Lionel unlatched the chain from my collar, I quickly stripped, sat down on the warm leather chair, grabbed the blunt, and hit it again. “Bend over slut, I want that booty fucked right, so let me rub some of this good Richmond crystal up in there.” Lionel dipped his finger in the powder covering a glass tray and roughly forced two fingers up my hole and coated my guts with crystal. The mix of the crystal and the smoke was intense and I felt like I could barely stand and suddenly Lionel’s voice seemed 100 miles away. Lionel then pointed to the gloryhole on the left where there was a nice thick, white dick sticking through. “Swallow that dick for Daddy, show me you can suck a good juicy one.” There was a padded leather pillow, which I slid against the wall and knelt in front of the gloryhole and started to suck the dick sticking through. The hole was elongated and seemed designed to accommodate someone real tall, or shorter, and was wide enough so that when the top pressed against the wall, I could suck him almost to the base without hitting the wall. The edges of the hole had a soft, rubber gasket around it, so no risk of splinters or anything else and I soon became lost in trying to choke down the dick that was offered and was rewarded with a mouth full of hot, steamy cum. I licked my lips, stood up, and saw Lionel was in one of the chairs, naked, stroking his dick and biting his lip like he always did when he was watching me get used. I went back over to Lionel, took the blunt he handed me and hit it twice, the smoke stinging my eyes, my lungs tightening, the spinning in my head speeding up like a bullet train. I opened my eyes to see Lionel with a big shit eating grin on his face as he said, “Look who has come back for another round, our buddy Gabe.” I turned and almost dropped the blunt as I recognized the 12-inch dicked top who was the last one to rape fuck me earlier. Gabe was standing there with no shirt on, long basketball shorts, smoking a joint, smiling, and rubbing the huge bulge now tenting his shorts. Lionel said, “Show him,” so Gabe put the joint between his lips as the smoke curled round his face making him squint a little as with both hands he slid his shorts down, freeing his giant horse dick. My eyes immediately focused on something else, the red, raw, and pulsing biohazard brand just below his belly button. Lionel laughed, “Our boy here wanted to be a STALLION, but I had to be sure he had what it took, so earlier was his – let’s say – his tryout and since he passed with flying colors, I immediately had my guys mark him. I set the blunt down, stumbled over, knelt in front of his swaying black dick and reached out to rub my fingers across his fresh brand. ‘WHAT THE FUCK!” Gabe yelled as he slapped me across the face, “That shit hurts.” I started to apologize as he grabbed my arm, yanked me up, tossed me over the fuck bench and tried pushing his big dick back up into my ass. My hole was dry and clenched from the crystal so Lionel suggested, “Lick that hole, use your spit man, then I want to see you rape it again if you still got it in you.” Gabe pushed me back down on the bench, roughly spread my cheeks, and started spitting into my hole like a man on a mission. I tried to rise up to ask for the blunt, but Gabe dropped his weight on me to hold me down, put his head down by my left ear, and whispered so only I could hear, “MINE.” As I remembered he had written that on my back, Gabe’ dick pierced my hole, I struggled and tried to get up, but he grabbed both wrists, held my arms out forward and pushed his dick further in. I screamed, “UUUGHHHH NOOOOO,” as Gabe started giving me long, deep strokes of raw dick, tearing my ass that was still pretty dry, and continuing to push in a little further with every motion of his hips. Lionel was yelling now, “That’s it slut, fight him, try to get him off, I need to know I got a Stallion on deck that ain’t afraid to rape those bottoms that change their minds about the infected breeding they came here for. Gabe says he’s my man for that, but I’m not sure I believe him. Are you that man Gabe? You the man to make those bottom sluts bleed for that dick you swinging? You the man to put the beat down on them? Drug them if need be? Bruise them up if need be? Do ANYTHING to infect their pink holes? I’m not convinced Gabe, not convinced at all, you got to show me something better.” Gabe was grunting and groaning and moaning in agreement until Lionel said that, he then stopped, yanked his dick out of my ass making me scream, and as I slid off the fuck bench I was overcome with the realization my high was wearing down and this boy may be more than I wanted. CLINK – the sound of the chain snapping into my collar made me look up at Gabe, who was standing over me, staring with eyes so fucking intense as his upper lip curled slightly in a sadistic smile. He then yanked on the chain, pulling me off the floor as I begged to be able to hit the blunt, but all I got in reply was Lionel telling Gabe to show him he was the rapist he needed. Gabe dragged me to the end of the fuck bench, pushed me up on it so my face was inches from the other gloryhole and I heard a CLINK as Gabe attached the chain for my collar to an eyehook set in the wall. Gabe then stepped away, came back, I felt him wrap leather cuffs around my right hand, he then twisted my arm behind my back, cuffed my left hand, and CLINK, connected them together with an metal eye hook. I laid my head to the side to try to see him as he bent down, cuffed and anchored my left ankle to the fuck bench, then went to the other side and cuffed and anchored my right. Gabe then used the controls on the fuck bench to adjust the height a little bit before taking both hands and driving his nails deep into the flesh of my hips before pulling me back towards the end of the bench, the chain at my neck twanging as it snapped taught. I was totally trussed up, tied down, and my ass was all his. Gabe gently ran his big hands up and down my spine making me shiver. He then traced a path down each leg, up my sides, around my arms, and then leaned back over me and whispered again, “MINE.” Lionel was frantic now with sexual need, “OH MY FUCKING GOD NICCA – that’s the shit I’m talking about. Now what are you going to do? Huh? Come on man, show me how you are going to breed those pink holes.” Gabe stepped up to the taunts, nestled his big dick head at my hole, dug his nails into me even deeper and SLAMMED HIS DICK UP MY ASS! My screams seemed so soft, I was not sure I had even made a noise, or maybe it was the white hot pain, the soundproofing, or the drugs, or fuck who knew. My neck snapped back and forth, but the collar and chain to the wall held me tight. Gabe’ nails dug deeper into the flesh of my hips as his 12-inch dick raped me raw, intent on breeding me, fucking me harder, deeper, and deeper, and then it clicked. My whole body seemed to give up, my ass opened and relaxed, and I was overcome with the most intense need and desire and I murmured, “Fuck me, please fuck me, push all the infected cum deeper in me, please fuck me, give me that stallion dick!” Gabe and Lionel were talking shit now in stereo, but it was Gabe I heard mostly, “Fuck yeah! That’s right! Breeding that pink hole, getting paid to rape this shit like I want, fuck yeah! You lucky your man here or I would beat the shit out of you too for fighting me, but that’s alright, next time, but right now, fuck yeah! You like that man dick? You like what I got for you? You like it hard like that? Yeah you do, fuck yeah! Let me pull it out and slam it back in – HOLY SHIT! Feel that? Feel me pull it out and slam it back in? Feel that? Got sent to the pen for raping pussy, but here – fuck – you’all some freaks – paying me to rape pink hole! I can’t find no one who can take me like I want, but you can can’t you slut? You can take me? MAKE YOU TAKE ME! UGHH…UGHHH… no I got a long way to go yet now snap that neck back around and pay attention, you got a big dick to suck on now too, so open that fucking slut mouth and suck it!” Gabe was right, there was another dick now pushing its way through the gloryhole, and it kept coming, and coming, and coming – God damn! That black snake was long as shit, and I opened my mouth and twisted my head around until I was able to work the head into my mouth, which is hard to do with no hands I found, all the while Gabe was bang fucking me. The new dick throbbed, pulsed, and twitched in my mouth and tasted like shit – literally – and the guy on the other side of the wall was insistent as he kept trying to push his dick down my throat, but it was too fucking big and with my neck chained like it was I just could not swallow it. He let me suck for a little bit, then the new dick retreated. Gabe was still talking shit and rough fucking when the door opened and I turned my neck to see a tall, super skinny guy standing there watching Gabe fuck my ass. The new guy stood in the doorway a second, and I noticed he was not branded, then I noticed he had a tattoo of a chain that started on his right thigh and the links wound their way up, around his waist, bunched up, then travelled up across his chest and over his shoulder and then back around his neck. He closed the door and then left my line of vision and I focused back on Gabe who was now close. “TAKE THIS DICK YOU SLUT, GETTING THAT HOLE RAPED REAL GOOD, TAKE IT NOW, TAKE IT, YOU CONNA MAKE ME NUTT….OH FUCK YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT…MAKE ME NUTT….OF FUCK….. UGGGHHHH…” Gabe was so deep and I could feel spurt after spurt of his cum explode inside me as he collapsed on top of me. Cum and ass juice were streaming down the fuck bench as Gabe pulled out, sighing, then I heard him say, “SHIT – my brand split open from banging so hard. Guess what slut, now you got my blood and brand puss all over that ass too, as well as my nutt.” Gabe then leaned down and whispered, “Thanks slut, I have not been able to fuck a hole like I wanted in a long time and this time was even better than earlier. I will see you again.” As soon as Gabe stepped out the door Lionel’s dick was in my ass, “FUCK you make Daddy proud. Love feeling that hole when its been used and tore up, so swollen and puffy, and nasty, shit watching him do you like that, awwww baby here I cum, take it, feel Daddy nutt in that bruised hole.” Lionel yanked his dripping dick out of my shredded ass, unchained me from the fuck bench, rubbed my neck, wrists, and ankles for me to help the circulation flowing before introducing me to our new guest. “This is Remy. You’ve been knotted, gang fucked, and more, but he…Remy here brings a little something extra. See Gabe and Remy are brothers, their mother was Catholic and named them after two of the archangels, Gabriel and Remiel, oh if she could see her boys now! Anyways, I could charge premo rates for a true brother tag-team Stallion fuck, but Remy says he’s straight, and he’s got this wicked heroin habit to feed. See all those track marks on his arms? He’s also negative, with the papers to prove it believe it or not, but I’m offering Remy more money than he has ever dreamed up, so this is his test to see if he can get it up and provide the kind of service I want from him and if you can do what you do. Remy has done time for rape too, just like his brother, must be a fucking genetic thing or just a curse for those freaks with monster dicks, I don’t know, so I am offering him protection and a place to get out those urges. I have agreed to leave you two alone to have some fun, you both know what I expect out of each of you.” The door closed, Remy was sitting in one of the chairs, his dick only half hard now as I walked to the other chair, sat down, cringing as pain shot from my ass, grabbed a blunt and lit it up. The pain quickly subsided as the drugs kicked in and for extra benefit I coated a finger and stood up and worked it up my loose hole as Remy watched in silence. He then reached down and took a black leather bag off the floor, set out his supplies. “Turn the fuck away,” he snarled. I shifted in my chair, hit the blunt, as I assumed he was hitting his heroin. The crackling and popping of my blunt was the only sound in the room for a few moments, and the orange and yellow glow seemed to echo off the walls as the smoke escaping my lips rose in the air like smoke signals of Native Americans- the story now was “Breed and Infect”. I turned and tipped the ash off the blunt, as I saw Remy take the needle he had just shot up with and poke his dick up and down the shaft. Little rivulets of blood seeped out, joined together, formed tiny little streams which he used as his right hand slid up and down his shaft, jacking – pumping more blood into his engorged veins, increasing the little streams to rivers- then he was ready, his dick coated in warm blood and still seeping. Remy sat up bolt right and said, “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but no matter what, I am going to fuck you.” I laughed, shaking my head and thinking, man, you have no idea, as I stood up, hit the blunt some more, blew the smoke his way as I walked to the fuck bench. I laid on my back, lifted my legs up exposing my hole and said, “Come on man, your bother lubed it up, let’s see if you can fuck as good as he can and make me tap out.” Remy told me to spread my hole, and I felt a sharp pang as he started poking my ass with his bloody needle, in and out - in and out, just enough to make me bleed and to ensure my virus was free to pillage and plunder and seep into his shaft’s open wounds. Remy then turned the video screen off, walked over and hit the light switch, and then was soon touching my body to get his bearings. He pulled me forward on the bench until my ass was hanging a bit in the air, he leaned down over me as his hands wrapped themselves around my collar and my hands felt the sinewy tendons and collapsed veins in his arms. Remy’s dick was dripping as it nudged towards my hole, getting its bearings in the dark, and seemed to know when he had arrived. The pressure on my neck increased and Remy said, “You ready to get that hole ground up like hamburger?” Stay tuned for Day 7 – Going Cold Turkey

Chapter 4 – My Bug Chasing Life – No it’s not a Pixar Movie The evening had been warm as usual, but the night had been more than I could have imagined as Santos had me fucked by a couple of really infected dudes, including The Goat, and then Oscar, the guy with the bull tattoo. I also took several loads from his enforcers before we came back to our rooms, they left, and I found out that a riot had broken out and Santos had been hurt. I cautiously walked back up the stairs and sat down on the steps leading to the third floor. Then I saw him, Santos was coming up the stairs to the second floor, his face cut and bloody. Shit, the look of pain in his eyes, it killed me. I knew right then I loved him. I put my arm around him and helped him upstairs and to the table outside of El Capo’s room. Santos grunted in pain as he sat in the chair and I swore, wondering where the fuck Miguel was. “You could have left,” Santos said. I did not really hear him as I tried to dab the blood away from the gash in his forehead. “Why didn’t you leave, why Little Papi?” Santos asked, grabbing my wrist and making me face him, his piercing eyes now flooded with pain, yet still, there was something more there and in his voice. What do I say? “I..I.. just…I thought you might need me, I thought…” I stammered and sputtered as my emotions overwhelmed me. Santos pulled me closer to him with his right arm and kissed me. My insides turned upside down and I was lost in him again. FUCK! I didn’t understand this. How could I feel something for this guy. He had bought me like a fucking farm animal, kept me captive, yet…yet I wanted to be with him, to belong to him, to love him. Miguel finally arrived with a small, tattered cardboard box containing a few basic medical supplies and a bottle of brandy. He set it on the table then squatted by the window and watched as I bandaged Santos up the best I could. Some of Santos’ enforcers came upstairs as well, and I bandaged them up too, but had to send Miguel out to find some clean t-shirts to tear up to use as we quickly ran out of bandages. As I worked on his enforcers, Santos sat in a chair by the window in his usual stance with one hand on his thigh, the other holding his cigarette, alternately staring out into the now, quiet night, and watching me. The next several days were chaotic as the prison was still tense and there were small fights breaking out that Santos and his men had to keep putting down. I spent my days worrying about him, but I was still El Capo’s wifey, so while everyone else was out dealing with the troubles, El Capo – the Boss in name only it seemed - spent more of his time naked with his dick buried up my ass. El Capo’s new, favorite position was to have me lay on my back on his bed, pull my legs back so he could spit on my hole and hear me cry out as he drove his huge dick in me. “Good fucking wifey,” the Boss said, “Nice bitch, love being up that hole, fits just right around my big old polla, fuck yeah, keep my balls drained like a good wife, good good wife.” While I enjoyed the raw fuck and taking his cum, I could not help but wish for more, more of the bug, more infected dick, more of Santos. The riots and their aftermath had created a shift in power, and while I did not know all that was happening, it was clear everyone was paying less and less attention to El Capo, and the less he had to do, the more El Capo drank. He was a sloppy drunk and soon was passing out long before he could get hard and fuck. That was fine by me for as things quieted down, Santos began coming to see me each night before he went to bed. He would sit in the chair by my bed, smoking his cigarette, the light from the outer room highlighting the muscles in his torso. We would talk for a while about things, his childhood, my childhood, and more, and then when he was ready, he would fuck me and send me to sleep with my ass full of his cum, setting his AIDs virus free to do its work and mark me as his Little Papi. A couple weeks after the riot, everything seemed back to normal except for El Capo who was more and more drunk all the time. He had also began to have a frequent visitor, a man Miguel called the Burro. The Burro dressed in white slacks, white shirt, and white brimmed hat. He apparently owned a number of the businesses in the Mercado, sold drugs, and was an all around prick. When he came to see El Capo he was rude, demanding, and acted like he owned the fucking prison. I didn’t like him and still did not know enough Spanish to understand all that he said to El Capo, but I did know the Boss was always angrier and more agitated when The Burro left and would start yammering about how MS-13 would bow to him, we would see. They always made sure to meet alone, but Miguel would often hang around and sneak back into the kitchen or bathroom if he could to listen. The Burro had never shown any interest in me until one afternoon when I was in the kitchen fixing some food for him and El Capo and when I turned around The Burro was blocking my way. He did not speak any English and I had no idea what he said to me, so I tried to step around him and when I did he knocked the plates of food I was carrying out of my hands and onto the floor. “HEY! What the fuck man!” I hollered. The Burro just sneered at me, opened the zipper on his white pants and pulled out his dick. He was uncut, and it looked like it could be a nice size, but just something about the man did not set right with me. I saw Miguel run past as I went to step around The Burro and when I did, he grabbed my arm, spun me around and pushed me against the wall. “Get the fuck off me asshole!” I screamed and started to try to fight him and get away. I knew I would get into trouble for this, but there was no way I was letting this guy get on me. We struggled for a bit and luckily I was about the same size as he was. The Burro just kept trying to get my pants down and as I went to push at him again suddenly he was off me and crashing into the shelves of canned food on the back wall. I turned, and there was Santos, angrier then I had ever seen him and Miguel standing behind him, looking at me and pointing at Santos. I guess Miguel had realized I was in trouble and had gotten Santos. Santos’ voice was calm, yet had a sharp edge as he said, “Leave,” so Miguel and I rushed out into the main room only to find El Capo passed out, face down on the table. There was a muffled discussion in the kitchen and then we heard The Burro screaming as he came running out holding his nose, his white shirt and pants now covered in blood, and he kept screaming and swearing all the way down the stairs. As Santos stepped into the room casually wiping his hand off on a towel, two of his enforcers stepped into the room. They exchanged words in a whisper with Santos, then left after The Burro. “You two, downstairs, now,” Santos said. I looked at El Capo who was still face down on the table and Santos said, “Don’t worry about him. My boys will put him to bed.” Miguel and I went down the stairs and by this time there was quite a crowd all wondering what was going on, from those there on business to Santos’ enforcers. Santos told Miguel to take me back to Santos’ room and as Miguel led me to the rooms off to the side I realized many of the men in the room looked at Santos the way I felt – with awe, wonder, loyalty, and maybe even a type of love, and I felt a little jealous. Miguel left me in Santos’ room, which was fairly large, bright with two windows, cool from the AC and very clean and neat. Not what I expected I guess. I felt a little uncomfortable as I had never seen his room before and felt like I was invading his privacy. At the same time, I was excited and curious, but I sat in the wooden chair by the window and waited. It was dusk when Santos walked in. He looked tired, but I could see that horny glint in his eye and the bulge growing in his pants. As he walked towards me, Santos placed the every present cigarette between his lips and with both hands, reached down, undid his belt buckle and slid the long, leather belt out of his pants. “Open your mouth,” Santos said. I did, Santos stepped closer, looped the belt around my neck and cinched it tight so that it dug a little into my skin. Holding the belt with his right hand, Santos unbuttoned his pants, let them drop, and guided his bulging donkey dick toward my waiting mouth. I was drooling from hunger and lapped at his AIDs filled precum the moment my tongue was able to reach his piss slit. I wet his dick head and nibbled at the underside, making Santos squirm and moan. As his dick slicked up, Santos pushed it further into my throat, tightening the belt at the same time. I had never experienced that sensation and it was not rough or even choking me, just a guided pressure and tightness that seemed to enhance the sensation of his dick pushing my gag reflex out of the way. Santos did not last long, “Good Little Papi, taking my AIDs dick like I want, want me cum Papi? Want me to coat your throat and guts? Hmmm? Want some more gangbanger cum in you? I got you the biggest infected dick you will have ever seen, oh Little Papi cannot wait to see him make your ass wet!! OH PAPI HERE IT COMES!!!” My mouth and throat were soon filled and coated with his virus filled load, his sperm now swimming down my guts to join the breeders I hoped he would soon give me. “Oh Little Papi,” Santos sighed as he loosened the belt, bent down, and kissed me long and deep. He pulled my head against his hot and sweaty torso and I inhaled his musk and funk as he ran his fingers over my head. He stepped back, pulled up his pants, then said, “Come on Little Papi, this is a big night, and I have someone I want you to – or should I say you will want to meet you AIDs chasing slut!” Wow, this sounded excited, so I stood up, wiped my mouth just in case any evidence was left, and followed Santos back out in the main rooms of the second floor. The outer rooms were packed with gangbangers, all of them armed and the tension was thick. I knew the guys who were Santos’ men, but there were many more, I even saw Miguel handing out bullet clips, and I turned to ask what was going on. Santos shook his head, put his arm around me as we walked and we were surrounded by about 20 of the men, “No worries Little Papi, OK. I promise, you will have a good time.” I licked my lips out of nervousness and the desire for the tangy taste of his load, and let Santos and the escort lead me back to the little room he had taken me to before where the infected men had bred me. Like before, there were a couple of armed enforcers by the outside door, but this time as I walked down the dark hallway I had to squeeze past at least six others to get to the room. What was going on? I entered the room that was about 10 by 10 and lighted this time with several lamps sitting around the floor. The dirty, little mattress was still on the floor and the room was shrouded in smoke, thick and pungent. This time though instead of a couple guys waiting for me there was only one. The man sitting alone at the back of the room stood up and walked towards Santos and I. He was taller than Santos and heavily muscled and had many more tattoos that covered his torso, arms, and even some of his face. His hair was buzzed short and he had a mustache and hair on his chin, both cropped close as well. Santos walked over, they both flashed the ‘devil’s head’ hand sign before they embraced each other, and Santos called him, “hermano”, or brother. While I stood there, they spoke in quiet whispers for a few minutes, Santos looked at me a few times as he spoke, then patted the guy’s arm, came over and put his arm around me as he guided me to the man who was now lighting up a new smoke. “Little Papi, this is my hermano, Sagastume Fajardo, the palabreros of MS-13 here in San Pedro Sula – and not just the prison, the whole fucking city!” My questioning look told Santos I did not know what he meant so he added, “Palabreros loosely translated is ‘those who have the word,’ he is the leader, the top man.” I began to shake a little, suddenly scared shitless as I stood in front of someone I was sure was a murderer and more. Santos squeezed my shoulder and said, “Tonight you and my hermano will spend some time together. You see I have told him how much of a good AIDs slut you are Little Papi and how much you want to chase the bug. He will be your marido, or husband, and you will address him only as mi marido, understand? He’s got the biggest ass packing dick in here, and more cum than I think even you can handle.” The palabreros of MS-13 exhaled a thick, acrid cloud and smiled as he rubbed his crotch. He was a sexy fucker for sure, so I nodded and said to Santos, “I understand.” Santos patted my back and said, “I am always nearby Little Papi, no matter what.” There was something in his eyes as he pulled away that bothered me. What was going on? I did not have time to dwell on it as Santos left, closing and locking the door, while the leader of MS-13 spoke to me for the first time, “Do not worry about your Santos. Mi hermano can take care of himself. So, you are the gringo that I have heard so much about. Come, sit with me, let us drink, relax, and have some fun, OK?” I eagerly grabbed the bottle of Guaro and took several large gulps, choking half of it back up, holy crap what the hell? The MS-13 leader laughed and said, “That muchacho, is some good shit, the best there is, and will fuck you up! Not like most of the shit you find around here, so suck it up.” I tried again, a little more slowly, and as the shit burned my insides raw, mi hermano from MS-13 stood up, waiting, his growing bulge showing what was clearly on his mind. I kneeled at the foot of the gang leader and looked up as he took a big hit on his smoke. Fuck yeah that was sexy! He did not look down as I carefully unbuttoned the top of his jeans and slid them down to the floor. He raised his left leg so I could work his pants past his black boots, the kind like the prison guards wore. Once his pants were off I was able to stare in wonder at the gigantic dick before me. He was bigger than Santos for sure, so donkey did not apply, maybe elephant? I didn’t know but my ass got wet and twitched as I stroked him. The skin of his dick was uniformly dark, and he had what looked like a huge muscle running up the underside of his shaft that stuck out and flexed. His dick head was a deep reddish purple, and he was leaking cum like crazy. I was just getting ready to start licking him when he stopped me, “Oh no gringo, a good wife takes her husband’s cum in her pussy, you want to be a good wife to your marido now don’t you? I also told Santos I would make sure to infect you. Very few people know this, but I have AIDs to, so you WILL get my bug. I also have a few more other things to give you as well and Santos has given his blessing to any and all infections and I can see you like the thought of that too.” My rock hard dick had given away any thoughts I might have tried to hard. “Tomorrow,” the MS-13 gang leader continued, “Will be a new day at San Pedro Sula Prison. You will learn along with everyone else and will see the type of merciless revenge and cruel retribution that MS-13 is known for. Tonight, you will learn something else. You will learn what a true merciless fuck is. Dime lo que quieres! Tell me what you want!” “Please fuck me, PLEASE breed me with your dick, mi marido!!” I said, and meant every word as my body ached to be bred. The gang leader grunted, pushed me towards one of the chairs, which slid against the wall, the sound of wood hitting the concrete creating a small series of echoes. I grabbed the bottle of Guaro with my right hand and gulped hard and fast and set it back on the floor. The MS-13 gang leader stood behind me, running first his right hand down my back and ass, then his left, like he was brushing a pony or something. His engorged dick was bouncing and pushing around my hole the more he stroked me. I was begging and pleading, but was made to wait even longer as he knelt behind me and buried his tongue in my ass. HOLY FUCK that felt good. His tongue felt as big as some dicks I had had fuck me in the past and I was pushing back and moaning and begging even more. The liquor had kicked in big time and I was ready. “Carajo mi culo mi marido, carajo mi culo!! Fuck my ass my husband, fuck my ass!” I was almost screaming now I was so horned up and did not know if I got the Spanish right or not, but assume he got the basic message when he stood back, poured some of the liquor down my crack, and positioned his drooling dick at my fluttering hole. The gang leader’s voice got very serious as he said, “The only way to breed you right, to breed you like the true AIDs slut you want to be is with no mercy. MS-13 shows no mercy. You understand? Is that what you want gringo? A no mercy fuck from my gangbanger dick? Ready to bleed and get infected for MS-13? You want some gangbanger cum in your pussy? Dime lo que quieres! Tell me what you want!” I took a big breath to respond and beg again but did not have a chance to say more as the leader of MS-13 – the nastiest ass packer around began to push his way inside my hole. There was no place to run and my chest tightened as pain shot out from my ass as he steadily pushed inside of me and the blood from my hole announced his entry. My ass felt dry and every little bit of his dick seemed to tear at my insides. I could only gasp and inhale as he pushed as far as he could go. When he had gone as far as he could, he pulled back out, poured some more Guaro on his dick and my hole and pushed back in, getting a little deeper each time. It was not as bad as I thought. Hurt like fuck, I could take it, little did I know. The second the gang leader’s balls touched my ass cheeks, my legs and whole body began to shake and I started to shoot a huge load onto the chair in front of me without even touching myself. DAMN! My insides clamped down on his dick and started spasming, making him moan in pleasure and suddenly he yanked his dick all the way out, dragging my guts with him and making me scream. I was trying to breathe as he then worked the head around my hole a little and drove back in. Pulled back out and drove back in, never giving me time to get used to it and my insides kept spasming and clenching on his dick as wave after wave of orgasm shuddered through me as he pounded me mercilessly over and over and over. The gang leader pulled all the way and said, “Get on the mattress on your hands and knees, that is some good culo and I plan to dig it out nice and fucking deep! Carojo look at the bloody hole!” Like he wasn’t already? I grabbed the liquor first, took a few gulps and felt my head explode as it hit. The liquor down my throat and in my ass was fucking me up! I stumbled to the mattress, got on my hands and knees, and the gang leader squatted behind my ass and drove his raw dick deep. His fingers dug into my fleshy ass as he said, “FUCK YEAH! That’s what I’m talking about now, oh FUCK YEAH! You are a good slut, yes you are, I owe my brother for this little wife, yes I do. You like this gangbanger dicking you down? Dime lo que quieres! Tell me what you want!” “SHOW NO MERCY – SHOW NO MERCY – FUCK ME WITH YOUR AIDS DICK – FUCK ME!!!” I begged and pleaded. The most dangerous man in the prison reached forward, grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me back towards him as his big dick barebacked me deeper than I had ever been fucked. I was still learning I guess and could not believe he was so deep or the amazing feeling it was to have someone shifting my guts around. “Take my fucking cum up that AIDs hungry pussy! Take it gringo! Take this fucking load! OH YEAH GRINGO - FEEL ME BREED YOU!” he hollered loud enough for the whole prison to hear it seemed like. As he shot I could feel his entire shaft swell and pulse as his cum was deposited deep in my sore and abused guts. His dick barely softened and when he yanked it out of my now well-fucked hole I still winced and gasped a little. The even worse feeling was having my ass empty. I was still doggy style on the mattress when he took his fingers, jammed them into my ass and worked them around, pulled them out and reached forward and held them in front of my face. “This is the mark of an MS-13 fuck! See the little dark chunks of blood, the bright red, and the pink goo? All signs have been used and bred like a good AIDs slut. Get up, get me something to smoke, and keep that ass ready as I plan to fuck you all night.” I said, “Hmm, I feel like I have to use the bathroom, is there one in here?” The gang leader laughed, pointed to a bucket by the door and said, “For now, there, but I don’t think you do, I think it’s your insides just trying to figure out what the fuck happened. So you hold it as I want you sloppy wet. But speaking of ---- have you ever drank piss before? Had it up your ass?” I shook my head no, as he smiled, stood over me and said, “Open your mouth. I need to piss and I am not using a bucket when I have a hot piece of culo here to take everything I got.” His piss was dark and sharp and smelled awful and tasted worse, but I drank it down and before I could gag it back up he handed me a new bottle of liquor for me to wash it down with. I spent the next few hours being fucked beyond stupid by the leader of MS-13 in between our drinking and his smoking. After the second load my hole was wide and gaping and he loved finding new positions in which he could scrape my guts as he slammed balls deep. My ass continued to bleed and I was concerned, but he laughed and assured me that was the way a true mujer’s pussy should be and every time he stuck a liquor-covered finger up my ass to pucker my hole, the extreme burning made me realize just how much he had torn me up. I was on my back, my ankles pushed to my shoulders with the gang leader deep dicking me, and my ass making big sloppy noises because it was so wet and full when the door lock clicked and Santos walked back in. I craned my neck to see him. He looked tired, and like he had blood on the front of his pants, but it did not appear to be his, and he looked OK otherwise, so I relaxed and hoped he would enjoy the show. My ass was talking back with every thrust and I was rewarded and blessed with another load of dick snot deep in the bowels from a huge gangbanger dick. The leader of MS-13 collapsed on top of me, panting from the workout, his sweat blurring my vision as it dripped onto my face. After a few minutes he grunted, rolled off me, stood up, shook his head and body like a dog coming in out of the rain, grabbed his t-shirt, wiped his face, then stepped over to speak with Santos. I lay on the cum, blood, and ass stained mattress, sautéed in infected jizz, as they caught up. Santos was lighting a new cigarette while the gang leader went over, pulled his pants on, shook himself again, took a shot of liquor, then came and kneeled by me. He smiled as he looked down at me and drove three fingers up my gaping and ganger filled hole, leaned closed so only I could hear, “I will see you again very soon gringo as I have much more leche for you. Oh, and you will be a great mujer for my brother, with all my blessings.” I was a little surprised and looked at him a bit startled as he pulled his fingers out of my ass, held them to my mouth so I could lick them and winked at me before standing up and leaving through the door, which was closed loudly behind him. I looked at Santos, shifted myself on the mattress and turned so that as I raised my legs and grabbed my ankles and pulled back, he had a clear view of my freshly fucked, bruised, swollen, used, and infected hole. Santos dropped his cigarette on the floor, shucked his pants in a flash and was naked and inside me within seconds. As Santos buried himself as deep as he could I whispered in utter ecstasy, “Te amo, mi marido, I love you my husband,” before realizing what I had said. Santos did not miss a beat though and replied, “Te amo, mi mujer, I love you my wife”. I wrapped my arms around his muscled back and hung on as Santos bound our bodies in union through blood, cum, and his AIDs gift. Stay tuned for Chapter 5 – The First Signs of Infection and Life Under the New Regime

So one night Omar was out of town and Dante hit me up and wanted to party. Of course since Dante is only 18 and has no job so I had to buy them for us. But we also didn't know anyone. Omar kept his conection to himself so Dante won't go too crazy with drugs. Dante and I went online to chat with people and see if we could find any possible connection. Finally I was chatting with this cute Domican kid and we started to talk about partying and stuff. He told me that he's got a good connection and the stuff is really good. So Dante and I wanted to go meet him. He told me that his dealer wont' like meeting too many people so told me to come by myself. I told him I would but I really didn't want to go alone. It was all the way up on 207th Street pretty much all Domincan and Black neighborhood so I will stand out so much especially at the late hour. And I will be carrying lots of money on me... So Dante came with me to the neighborhood and waited for me around the corner from where I was meeting the boy. I was looking for the cute latino boy I was chatting online with but all of sudden this tall slim black guy stopped in front of me and told me that he's latino boy's friend and to follow him. I walked behind him as I looked back to the corner where Dante was standing. Dante didn't see us leaving until we were half a block down so he was walking fast to keep up with us. When we got to a smalll house, the black man turned around and told me to go in first. I walked in to the house and it looked like no one really lived there. It was dark and empty. The black man pushed me in and closed the door quickly behind us. I tripped over the door when he pushed me and felll on my knees. He pushed me down and started to smack my face and told me that he knew that I had someone else with me and he's angry that I didn't listen to his instruction. I told him that I was sorry and he said that I have to pay the price for disobeying him. He kept on smacking me around and talking shit to me as he pulled my clothes off one by one till I was completely naked on the floor. Then I realized that he must have been taking his clothes off too cuz I felt his big hard cock resting on my body. Then I heard someone's foot step and looked up and saw the cute Domican boy with a video cam in his hand... He was filming the whole thing. He got closer to us until he was right in front of me and told me to take the smoke as the black guy behind me fed me glass pipe with lots of stuff in it. I inhaled and had to hold it until I got his cock deep down my throat and let it out while I looked up into him. After few times of this, Dominican cock was big and hard as the black man's. While I was sucking on the cock, the black man worked hard on my ass. I think he gave me more drugs cuz it was burning at one point then it got a bit numb. They both held my body in place as they looked at each other and slammed into me at the same time. My whole body felt like I was going to be folded into half as they fucked me like that for a long time. Normally it would have been really painful to get fucked so hard by two big cocks but I think they gave me some tranquilizer cuz I was not in pain at all. Even when they kicked me really hard and knocked the air out of me, I didn't feel much pain. Rather I was loving being used by thse two sexy tops that I begged them for more and thanked them whenever they slapped or punched me. After a while, I heard my phone ringing. It must have been Dante but I wasn't able to get it. He kept on calling so finally the black guy went over and picked up my phone and saw Dante's ID pic on my phone which was his black cock half way out of my ass after he bred me. The black man laughed and asked me if this was the guy that I came with. I said yes. Then the black man asked me if he fucked me. I told him all about our little parties and the black man told me that I must have been loving the whole thing whilte they wre fucking and using my body since that's what I am into. I told him yes I do love to worship and service your cocks. He then told me to call up Dante and when he picked up, took the phone from me. They talked while the Dominican boy decided to put me on a sling and fuck me. With the clinking noise from the chain, I couldn't hear anything else but soon I found Dante naked and hard joining us as we were fucking on the sling. Anyway these two guys fucked me and taped the whole thing. And in the end, I had to empty my pocket of all the cash and left with a little bag of Tina. But both Dante and I had so much while we were there that we didn't want it any more. It was a bit of odd but interesting night that also turned my attention to Dominican tops as welll as black tops. =)