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PART 7 – DALTON SMILES I opened the front door. Dalton and I stood on either side of the threshold, towels wrapped around our waists. I motioned for him to come inside, but he stood completely still for a good 10 seconds. Then, without another word, he entered. The door closed behind him. I cocked my head toward the kitchen, and he followed me in silence. Once I reached the kitchen counter, I grabbed a water bong sitting next to the sink, then turned around to face him. Dalton's expression was neutral—impassive. He clearly didn’t understand what he was doing in our house. He just knew, somehow, that he needed to be there. I’d seen that look before, seen it in other boys who’d kept their deepest hunger a secret even to themselves. He was following some nameless, wordless urge as he followed my footsteps—all his good taste and better judgment giving way to a dark impulse pulsing just beneath the surface of his skin. I placed the bong up to his lips. He dutifully sealed one end with his mouth, his eyes locked on mine. I lit a fire under the glass bowl—no explanation offered, no permission granted. He began to inhale before the smoke was ready, and I gave him a quick shake of my head. He stopped. Then, as the white smoke began to trickle out of the bowl, I nodded, and he slowly began to inhale his first lungful of Tina. I kept nodding as he sucked in that smoke, making sure he took a thick, potent hit nice and deep—then a little deeper—then deeper still. Satisfied that his first hit was up to my standards, I pulled the pipe away and gave him another nod. He hesitated, his eyes still locked on mine. Realizing he needed some guidance, I demonstrated what I wanted him to do: I shaped my mouth into an “O,” then let him hear the breath leave my lungs as I exhaled loud and long. His eyes brightened: he understood now. He opened his mouth in a round “O” just like mine, then released a long, fat snake of white smoke that slid from his lips into the air between us. I nodded approval, and he blushed. Once again, his lips wrapped around the mouthpiece. Once again, I applied heat to the bowl. Inhale, then exhale. Repeat. As one hit melted into another, he started to understand the rhythm of blowing thick clouds of chem-smoke. Three hits, four hits, five: I could see his pupils go dark as the T in the glass bowl made its way into his lungs, his brain, his skin, his sweat. Finally, I set the pipe back down on the counter, taking a good look at our freshly chemmed-up Neighbor Boy. He was smiling at me. And that’s when I realized something: I’d never seen this kid flash an easy, friendly, honest grin. He was always guarded somehow, always fearful of revealing too much. But now his whole face radiated with unchecked joy; his eyes flickered with a playfulness—maybe even a devilishness—that I hadn’t quite anticipated. Those clouds of chem-smoke had unlocked something, like they always do. Like so many boys before him, like so many repressed little bros just aching for something real, he was finally free. We grinned at each other for a minute or two before I broke the silence between us. “I’m so proud of you, bro,” I said, reaching over to muss his hair. His smile grew even wider as he took a step closer to me, his towel falling to the floor. I let me own towel drop, and Dalton’s giant smile turned into a mischievous half-grin. Blushing again, he pointed sheepishly at the pipe. “Would it be cool if I smoked a little more?”

Tonight just got back from dumping 2 big toxic loads in a tight young chaser. Met the slutty cunt on BBRTS last night he sent the usual hi, what you into crap. I can tell a chaser a mile off so just messaged back are you chasing? If you are meet me tomorrow Ill fuck you and breed you and hopfully make you complete. Met him at a sauna. Fucked his face for a few minutes, turned him around spit on his cunt lubed my cock a little then fucked him as hard as I could until I unloaded bollock deep, then I aggressively played with his arse until I was hard again then fucked him again using my toxic cum as lube then shot another load. I'm going to fuck him again this weekend then every few days until he is like me.

Part 3 I turned to the stall door and placed my hand on the lock. I knew that if I opened the lock, there was no turning back. I was giving my ass and my virgin asshole over to the whim of a guy who I had only seen once two nights ago. A guy whose name I didn’t even know. My only hope was that after he got what he wanted, he’d let me go. Slowly, but with what sounded like the tolling of a death bell, I turned the lock and swung the door open. I saw a guy walking out of the bathroom and he turned and looked at me as I opened the door. He looked at me and spat, “faggot” and walked out. I became even more disgusted with myself as I turned around and walked to the opposite stall wall. I pulled the blindfold down and tightened the strap. I stood there for what felt like hours, but was probably only seconds when I felt a hand brush my ass. I jumped at the touch but was immediately shoved into the wall. “He was right about your ass. He’s gonna have a lot of fun breaking you down boy.” I didn’t recognize the voice, but I could smell cigarette smoke and sweat on him. I felt the guy grab my cuffed wrist and lift it up. He chuckled, “I see you think you could get away with a fake cuffing. Let me help you with that.” He tightened the cuff slowly, click by click, until it was just tight around my wrist. “We don’t want your throwing wrist to get hurt now do we, Joey?” I turned in the direction of his voice, realizing that whoever set me up for this knew a lot more. I tried to say something, to beg for him to let me go, but all that came out was a muffled gurgle of words. A sharp slap to my right cheek, and the direction, “Face the wall, bitch.” I felt tears in my eyes, from pain of the slap, fear of what I had gotten myself into and the humiliation of being called a bitch. I felt my wrist get pulled back down and I was told, “Take hold of the railing,” which I did. My left wrist was grabbed and the second cuff was attached, one click looser than the right one. “Try and pull away,” the unknown man told me. I tried and discovered that cuffs were locked in around the handrail, leaving me nowhere to go. I felt hand at my waist and was directed to step backwards. I stepped back until I was as far as my arms would let me go. I also realized that my ass was touching something rough and hard which was soon shoved forward. Realizing what it was, the guy just grunted, “Damn I wish I could fuck you. My dick is hard, but I’m sure you realize that.” A chuckle and a smack on my left cheek, the guy reached down and grabbed the paper bag that had my escape in it. “I’ll be holding on to these for you. I’ll let him know you’re ready, but I’m sure he’s been watching.” I heard him walk out and warn someone, “ No touching. That bitch in there is His property.” Who the fuck is this guy that I’m somehow so low that I am property of? I heard guys walk in and they’d make comments like, “Damn, love to dump in that ass,” or “Disgusting queer.” All the comments made me cry more and wish that I had left earlier, or never came here years ago. Finally, there was a sound of a guy walking in that sounded different, like boots or a commanding walk. There was no comment made, and the sound got louder and louder which made me realize the wait was over. The hell was about to begin. “Spread your legs you little faggot. Let me see that cunt you wouldn’t give me.” I took a few steps apart, and he only said, “Wider faggot.” I stepped further apart, starting to get sore. “Stupid punk, you’re gonna learn the hard way.” I felt his foot touch my right foot and with more ease than should be possible, he moved my right foot another foot away my left, leaving me precariously balanced. “There’s that little pussy. I’m going to love wrecking it. How many times you been fucked queer? That hot ass is probably pretty popular with the guys at your school.” I shook my head and tried to say something. “What do you mean? Your ass isn’t popular or, wait. You’re not a virgin are you?” I slowly nodded my head. “Holy Jesus Fuckin Christ. You serious? You never taken a cock up that fine hole?” On saying that, he put a finger on my hole, causing me to try and pull away. A hard slap on my ass, and a warning, “Don’t you ever pull away from me bitch. It’s only gonna make it worse for you.” I squealed around the ball gag and nodded my head. “That’s a good little bitch. By the way, you can scream as loud as you want with that ball gag. It’s kept many sluts quiet while I destroy their holes.” I felt his hands reach up and touch the back of my head. “let me tighten that up, don’t want you letting it out of that fine mouth of yours.” “Now, let’s get down to the real reason you’re here. You came here tonight because you know you need to get fucked. You know you’ve been fighting this need for years. I’ve seen you here, showing that hot little ass of to all the truckers. Teasing them with it, but never letting them break you in to the little faggot cum dump you know you really are. Isn’t that true?” I shook my head vigorously, denying his accusations. “What do you mean no? Then why did you ask me Friday night, no beg me, to do this? You hit me up online, begging me to set this up? Make me get the handcuffs from a cop, to lock you up so you couldn’t change your mind again? Beg me for the blindfold so you could pretend you didn’t know me? And the ball gag, since you said you were gonna scream when I rammed my dick up your ass?” I shook my head again. “And you asked me to record this so you could have a video of you being turned out like a little whore, taking my raw cock in your boi pussy?” Oh god, what had I gotten myself into? He was recording this? Cum dump? I love swallowing cum, but that’s it. I was never going to get fucked without a condom and never take a load in my ass, even with a condom. I wasn’t that kind of guy.

the rest stop is real, everything else is... I’m a senior in college, play baseball and am deeply closeted. For a few years, I’ve stopped at a rest stop near the airport for some under the stall fun, knowing I’m far away from anyone who’ll recognize me. On a few occasions, I’ve even gone to a truck with a trucker to suck him off in privacy. I’ve never gone further then sucking, even when some of the truckers have wanted my ass. Some have even offered me money, but I’ve been too scared. One Sunday afternoon, I was fooling around on a cruising/hook-up app when a message popped up. I looked at the picture and the guy had no face pic, but the body picture was nice. I opened the message and was kind of shocked by what it said. “That was a really hot blow job you gave me a couple nights ago.” I looked and reread the message again, shocked that a message this direct and revealing was coming to me. I responded back, “Think you got me mixed up with someone else.” Few minutes went by with no response, and I was thinking the guy had been too ashamed to respond. Finally, just as I had put the message aside, I got another notice of a message, from the same guy. Thinking it’d be a simple, “My bad” response I opened the message. The words in the message chilled me to the bone. “No, you stupid punk. You sucked my cock, in my truck at the rest stop on I-5, near the airport. We started under the stall, you in the middle one, me in the handicap stall.” I again read and reread the message, thinking to myself that I had sucked a guy off in his truck the other night, and it had started in the restroom. I had never had a public/anonymous hook-up find me online. I tried to play it off and replied back that he might have mistaken me for someone else. Few minutes later, another reply. “No boy, it was you. Gray sweater, Cal Bear logo front, hoody. Jeans and green running shoes. We went to my truck where you sucked my cock. You begged me to let you swallow my load. When I touched your ass, you shoved my hand away and said you don’t get fucked. Sound familiar yet? Or do you need to see your lips wrapped around my cock?” The fear jumped from a six to about 12 when he described exactly what had happened, down to the color of my shoes. What terrified me most was that he implied there was a picture of me sucking him. I responded back, “What the hell is going on?” Ten minutes of silence and I was in a panic. Finally he responded, “What’s going on is I want a piece of that hot boy ass you got or the video of you sucking me, begging for my load and swallowing it like it was the last drink you’d ever get accidentally pops on Xtube.” Immediately after the message came an image alert. I accepted the picture and I see my face, very clearly, with my lips wrapped around the cock. A second file comes through, this one of an audio file. My stomach turns to rock as I hear myself begging, “Give me your load. Let me swallow it.” I’m almost in tears, terrified of what this means. I respond back, “What do you want?” He replies, “I told you I want that ass of yours. I want those tight ass lips stretched around my cock. It’s your choice boy, your ass is mine either way.” I looked at his response and tried to figure out what I could do. After realizing there was no way out, I responded back. “When?” The response was immediate, like he knew he had me. “You’ll be at the rest stop tonight, 9:30 sharp. Wear a jockstrap. Go in the handicap stall. There will be a bag with a couple of items and instructions. Follow the instructions and wait for the next step. Remember, if you’re not there at 9:30, the video goes to Xtube and maybe your coach will get a copy of it also?" End part 1. let me know if you want part 2.

Part 2 I sent back a response begging for another way out, but only received one response, “This account has been deleted.” I sat there starting at the message, thinking this was just some really disgusting joke, or that I was having a nightmare. But it seemed to be too real for it to be a joke. I saw the picture again, and the audio file. I tried negotiating with myself, trying to figure out any other way out of this. I couldn’t think of anything that would work, that would prevent the video from getting out. I also knew that if my coach found out, I’d be kicked off the team and lose my scholarship. The coach was a real right-wing freak and he’d drum me out faster than I could beg for a chance. As the minutes dragged by, I came to the realization that my only option was going to be to show up at the rest stop and beg the guy face to face to not do this. I had no desire to get fucked, to lose my virginity to some random guy in a smelly restroom at a freeway rest stop. I looked at the clock and it was almost 6:00pm. I knew that, from reading stories, I needed to clean my ass out, so I went and got an enema kit, and spent the next hour cleaning my ass out until my guts hurt, but the water was clear. Putting on my jockstrap, I dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants and slowly trudged to the car. The thoughts going through my head were words to use to beg the guy or to think of how much money I could scrounge up to try and buy my way out. Neither of those seemed to be a viable option. Without really noticing the drive, I was pulling into the rest stop at 9:25 and parking in the last available spot. There seemed to be more cars tonight then I had ever noticed before and all the truck spots were filled as well. At 9:30, I walked in to the restroom and found two urinals occupied, and one stall open. The guys at the urinals looked at me as I walked in, then looked back down. I walked to the handicap stall and saw a brown paper bag in the corner. I closed and locked the door, and leaned back against it. I had not seen the guy from the other night, so knew there was no way out. It seemed like an hour, but in two seconds I had picked up and opened the bag. On the top was a slip of paper, which I took out. Typed and printed on the paper was the following message: “Hello you little fucking prude. I see that my earlier message was something you chose to follow directions on. Did you like the picture and the audio? Trust me when I say that the audio is even better when it’s on screen cumming out of your mouth. Now, I hope you followed my instruction and wore a jockstrap, because it will really make getting into that fine hairy pussy of yours a little easier. In the bag you will find three things, which you will be wearing for the next few minutes: a blindfold, a ball gag, and a pair of handcuffs. All three will be so that you don’t do anything stupid while you’re earning your way out of this. First, you’re going to strip down to your shoes and jockstrap and put the clothes in the bag. Next, you will insert the ball gag into your cocksucking mouth which I’ve already learned is very talented. Next, you will attach one of the cuffs to the wrist of your choice. You’ll then unlock and open the stall door all the way. Finally you will put the blindfold on and face the wall with the hand rail, so that hot ass is facing the doorway. Once that is all done, you will stand like that and wait for further instruction.” I heard guys come in, piss and leave while I was reading this. For a moment, I thought about putting the bag down and leaving, willing to take my chances. But something kept me from leaving. Fear? Or excitement? I set the bag down and stripped out of the sweats and t-shirt. I took the items out of the bag and put the clothes in. I looked at the ball gag and was disgusted by the site of teeth marks in it. Apparently this sick fuck has used it on other guys, guys who probably were into this kind of shit. I opened my mouth, put the ball in and strapped it behind my head. I looked at the cuffs and they looked like real police cuffs. I put one on my right wrist, fastening it at the first click I heard, leaving it loose. I slipped the blindfold on, placing it on my forehead for the time being. Deep in my head, I heard a voice screaming at me to stop this and get the hell out of there. I wish I had listened…

I love slings… the way I float… the way my body is on the air… Expanding my self … becoming my true self when I am offering my hole… Three loads in my ass already… by three different men. Big thick uncut dicks.. Poz loads… pissfuckers… my kind of fuckers… A fourth man around his 60’s with a big gut is fucking me…Big uncut dick and a leather vest… He gives me his poppers.. I take a hit… nice buzz… he speeds faster and faster… But stops. Looks like he doesn’t want to cum yet… Not so easy… “I want you slammed…” Sir comes… Sir is near… he is always near… he films with the video-camera… He has promised no faces… and I trust him… In fact I asked him to show me some of the tapes he had on the black iron trophy closet and he was true to his word… No faces .. just cocks sperm points veins assholes guts and then more points…. No faces… All those anonymous ghosts... Servants of pleasure… There is the tourniquet around my arm… so easy for him to find the vein … and how smooth the blood registers in the needle before he pushes it all back. And then the tourniquet is released… yes.. all is done how it should be… the cough … the buzz.. the rush… The man with the leather vest seems to like the way my ass is letting go... He picks up the tempo fucking me… It feels so right. It was a good slam and now my whole being is in that hole … and the thick cock that fucks me. “Yes… let it go… that is the way I prefer my bitches… slammed and wasted… Take that dick… you like my dick?” I nodded yes… But no words.. .I was in that space where words had no place… the dose was strong.. and nice… and he knew how to fuck… so yes… I guess I was happy… I was at the right place at the right time.. .with the right kind of people… There, on the sling, getting random loads in my mancunt from unknown people, and offering my arms for more slams, was the reason, if there is a reason of my living… The way the guy was fucking me and most important the way he was staring me feeling the buzz, while he had stuck his thick cock in me I had the sense that his gaze was like a mirror. And thru that mirror I could see my self … a wasted slut on a sling … a starving ass for cum… a junkie for more meth… the right material of a fallen angel.. I felt beautiful… “Thank you” I mumbled… He didn’t hear me… or if he heard me he didn’t give a damn… I was a hole on a sling no more no less… And I loved it… When he came I felt the cum… deep… and he came with a loud howl… the rest of the wolves approached… I don’t think that there is a better compliment for a chem slam bottom than having men fighting with their hard cocks who would be the next to seed the whores hole… It was one of those rear moments that I felt like I control the scene.. But maybe it was the chems that gave me this sense of power… Other times when I am getting fucked on a sling I feel so vulnerable so fragile. And others, like this one, is like a force hidden deep where only a good slam combined with a cock in the ass can release and expose to the world… But my world was Sir’s basement… and the wolves were horny and the bitch on the sling was slammed… In the normal eyes this doesn’t seem a pretty world. But again what is normal. My eyes were so comfortable to the semidarkness of the dungeon. The red soft light in the two corners of the room gives this hellish atmosphere where everyone and everything happens like a slow motion… and the sounds of fucking.. the coughing… the moans the slapping of the naked bodies… the hiss of the tourniquet when it is released from the arm… that is my kind of music… All the senses where on alert. And when I am like this where even the slightest movement and sound gets noticed then I know that I am in the the zone of the true slam cumdump… “Are you Ok?” My Vicking is next to me… stroking my hair … there was sweat. I smile to him reassuring that all is fine.. that I am in peace… and the pounding that I get from this bearded 70year old man with the pierced huge cock is almost perfect… He touches my hole. My fucker doesn’t stop. He seems to like the attention. My hole is wet from cum. Sir gives me his fingers to taste the cum… So delicious. “How many you’ve got...” He asked “Not enough…” “Yeah… that’s the response I wanted to hear… ready for a double slam?” “Yes please…” I answered… And there it was.. once again.. .this smile… this feeling that he cared… that he was proud of my sluttiness… that somehow there was a kind of a match that we suit to each other, that there here was a kind of a mystic communication… It is this delicate balance that we seem to make it work… He can sense that my journey as a sperm collector is more like a journey of the soul. Only my salvation and probably his probably is going to end in a messed up loneliness… But I made the bargain long ago… My path is chosen by me and only me… I welcome the co-pilots on this bumpy flight but there is only one truth. I am doomed… My only and true salvation is just seconds away, when Sir will return with the two points and the guy with the pierced dick will sperm my ass right in the moment when the buzz will start to take over my whole being. Nothing else matters… Even in the semilights of the hellish dungeon you can find beauty. And right now on the sling while Sir ties up both the tourniquets around my arms, I know… He sees this Beauty, on me… Point.Flash.Push.Go…..

His cock was a good 8-9 incher, and probably about 7 inches around, cut, thick and throbbing...I said blow in my mouth, which he promptly did, somehow still managing to fuck me with the toy. His cum was creamy thick and pleasant to taste as I gulped it down. He stayed hard as he re positioned himself, removed the dildo and replaced it with his cok in my hole. Even though he had just cum in my mouth, he pumped away at my hole like he was in heat. He kept it up for about 1/2 an hour, both of us occasionally taking hits of the poppers. I felt his pace quickening, and begged him to seed my neg hole with his clean neg load...that seemed to really get him off, and I felt his amazing cock throb and swell as he shot volleys of cum deep inside me.He slipped his cock out of me, and slid down and replaced his cock with his hot wet tongue, wow! This fucker knows how to treat my man cunt! After a few minutes of eating his cum out of my hole, he climbed up and passiuonately kissed me, mingling our saliva with his cum....He then told me to get on the couch again for a top up slam...to which I happily did as I was told. Once again in seconds he got the red flash, then he stopped. He said, when I slam you, go over in the corner and there is a fuck machine with a big toy on it, I want you to position yourself in front of it on all fours, and get it in your hole ready to be fucked. I will lay on the floor in front of you, you can suck me and I will eat your hole...one more thing, take the poppers with you and take a huge hit, as I am going to control the speed of the machine, got it? I said YES SIR! Fuck yeah, he slammed me, I quickly got to the corner and was on all fours as the cough hit...as I was rushing I managed to place the end of the dildo in my hole. He had slammed himself and came over and lay down in front of me. I took a huge hit of the poppers... to be continued

NASHVILLE - Decided to be an anonymous cumdump tonight at my hotel. Got hit up on BBRT by a couple that had bred me before. One dude has a nice average cock and his partner has a big one, 9 inches. The big cock guy fucked me first and came in me and his verbal partner followed up with his load. They were big loads, I could feel them. Then I had a guy from CL hit me up and I invited him over. As he was enroute a young guy on Scruff hit me up. I told him if he could finish by the time the next guy was due to arrive he was welcome to load me. He showed up in 10 minutes and was inside me immediately. Nice cock, came within 5 minutes. As he left I saw a shadow enter the room before the door closed. The CL guy was waiting in the hallway! Hot. He slid in my hole immediately and added load 4 for the night. I had to quit to get some rest for work. But my hole is severely flooded right now!

I finished my business in San Diego and drove up to L.A. for the day on Monday. Monday night, I get checked into my hotel near the airport in LAX about 8pm. I'm tired from my full day, but after dinner and a shower, I'm feeling too horny to just go to bed. So, I post on Craigslist that I'm a cocksucker and bottom hosting in my hotel near the airport. My ad posted onto the website pretty quickly. And within 10 minutes I had a reply from a latino guy who lives nearby in El Segundo. He said he wasn't far from the hotel. He said he was 26, 6" uncut and wanted to get sucked. He said he may fuck me, but wasn't sure he wanted to fuck. I gave him my room number. He said he'd be there shortly. Anyone that uses Craigslist, or pretty much any hookup website knows that a lot of guys flake out on you. So, you never know if the guys actually going to show up, or not? I've learned to take backup offers if I get them. Making the odds that at least one of the guys will actually show up. A few minutes after I'd given the latino kid my room number, I got a message from a 45 year old black guy in Inglewood. He said he was about 15 minutes away from my hotel. He described himself as a bi curious, married, black guy that just needed a mouth or ass to fill, since his woman wasn't feeling up for it tonight. I gave him my room number, with the hope that at least one of these guys would actually show up. I got my fleet bottle from my luggage and douched a few times to clean myself out. Just as I was finishing the douche, I heard a knock at my door. Since I was naked, I opened the door, but standing behind it to hide myself from anyone that may be walking down the hallway, past my room. As I closed the door, I was standing face to face with this handsome, young Latino kid. He was about 5'6", 140lbs, with golden-brown skin. I led him into my room and told him to make himself comfortable as I retrieved my bottle of poppers and lube from my fuck kit and placed them on the nightstand. He quickly stripped and sat on the edge of the bed. I knelt on the floor, between his legs. His 6" uncut dick was already fully hard. I sucked and gently chewed on his ample foreskin. I love making love to an uncut dick. As I pulled his foreskin back I could see, taste and smell the dried cum and piss that was deposited in the folds of his foreskin. I sucked and licked his cock, then went down to worship his balls for awhile. While I was doing that, there was another knock on the door. I looked up at the kid and said, "Do you mind if another guy joins us"? "No problem", he said. I stood up and walked to the door. Peeking through the peephole, I could faintly make out a black man outside my door. I unlocked and opened the door. Again, standing behind it to hide myself from whoever may be walking by my door. As I closed the door I could see this 45 year old black man before me. He actually looked closer to 55, than 45. His hair was salt & pepper. His face was covered by at least a days worth of stubble. I wouldn't say he was particularly handsome. But he was tall, masculine and scruffy looking. I motioned for him to come into the room. I asked him if he was ok with me sucking off both of them? "OK, I guess. I don't suck dick. But I wouldn't mind watching you suck him", he said. I walked back to the Latino kid, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed, and dropped to my knees. I quickly went back to my business of sucking on his cock. I could see from the corner of my eye, that the black guy was still dressed, sitting on the chair near the bed, just watching me suck off the Latino guy. I lifted up the kids legs and went back to sucking and licking on his balls. He laid back on the bed to enjoy my ball worship that I was giving him. Then I lifted his legs even higher and licked his ass. He grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them. Giving me more access to eat his hole. As I was licking and eating this kids ass, I could hear the black guy undressing. Soon I could see him standing next to me. His large bbc in his hand as he was stroking it. I came up off the Latino kids ass and turned my head to the back cock that was just inches from my face and I put my lips around it. Damn! He had a beautiful cock. He was at least 8"s, cut. And average girth. So, even though it was rather long, I could still take it down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust his cock as far down my throat as I could. His bbc already tasted of the precum that was dripping from his piss slit. I sucked on him for a few minutes. Then kept alternating between the Latino and the Black dick. Finally the Black guy said, "Let me fuck you". With that, I stood, grabbed my poppers and lube from the nightstand and knelt at the edge of the bed, next to the Latino guy. I squeezed some lube on my fingers and slid it up inside of my ass as I handed the bottle to the black guy. He lubed up his cock. The latino guy stood to watch what was happening. Soon I felt the black guys cock pressed against my hole. I took a couple of deep sniffs of the poppers as I felt him begin to press into me. He slid up inside me quite easily. Damn! He felt good in me. The latino kid climbed up onto the bed on his hands and knees. He turned so that his ass was in my face. Backing up to me, I buried my face in his ass and licked his hole as the black man fucked me. The black guy was a ruff fucker. He was really slamming into me. He'd slap my ass and thrust deeply into me. Finally the latino guy turned and I went down on his cock with my hungry mouth. He was moaning loudly. It didn't take long before he let out a groan and I felt his warm cum fill my mouth. Once he'd cum, he climbed off the bed. Quickly dressed and left my room. Leaving just me and the black guy there fucking. "Get on your back", the black guy demanded. He pulled out and I turned over on my back. I put a pillow under my ass which was on the edge of the bed. He lifted my legs and slid his bbc back inside me. He pushed my knees to my chest, giving him even deeper access to my hole. He was really slamming into me. After about 5 minutes of fucking in this position, he pulled out and told me to get on my knees again. I took this opportunity to take some more sniffs of my poppers. I knelt on the edge of the bed and once again he slid his cock into me. He put one of his legs on the bed, driving deeply into my raw hole. "Give me your poppers", he barked. I handed him the bottle and he took a couple of sniffs. Then he went back to assaulting my ass with his giant tool. Within just a couple of minutes his thrusts were getting even more hard and fast. His breathing was getting deep. And I knew he was getting close to cumming. Sure enough, he let out a loud yell, "OH, FUCK..!!!", as he rammed deeply into me and his body began to shake. "I'm cumming...!!!", as he held his cock in me and filled my raw hole with is cum. Both our bodies were shaking as I used my ass muscles to milk his cock. Each time I squeezed my ass on his cock he would shake in orgasm. Finally, he pulled out and said, "Suck it". I climbed off the bed and dropped to my knees. I sucked and licked his cock clean of the cum that was covering his cock. Without saying a word, he pulled his softening cock from my mouth and quickly dressed. As he exited the door he said, "Thanks". With that the door shut and I was feeling ready to finally climb between the sheets and fall asleep. I woke up the next morning to find my sheets wet with cum that had dripped from my ass as I slept. He had obviously deposited quite a hefty load inside me. I checked my emails to find over a dozen replies to my CL ad. Damn, I could have fucked all night long. But, I needed to catch my flight home. I saved all the CL replies. I'll message them all when I get back to L.A. next week.

Friday night: I had been at the bookstore closest to my condo (4blocks) for several hours. I'd got into a booth when I first got there, turned the video player to a blank channel so the booth was completely darkstripped down, found a thick wet spot of cum down the wall from the glory hole and a nice puddle on the floor. I scoped it up rubbed it on my cock, worked some into my ass and licked my fingers and the wall. I could here a few moans, some slurping sounds, and feel the walls shake a little. There are 7 booths on one hallways and another 5 on the other and the bathroom as a door that doesn't locked. In the abs you never have wait long for some one to enter a booth. The booths turn quickly but long enough to have some fun. I am a Vers but today in the bookstore I wanted to suck as many dicks, and maybe get fucked. I was on my knees - in what was left of the puddle, when the first guy walked in. I never look at there face - in face I prefer there booth to be dark to. He had a nice ass and bulge. My fingers were resting on the glory hole so when he walks in he knows what I want. The guy didn't wait long he undoes his pants with one hand and is locking the door with the other. Awesome a quick blow job and I'll be onto number two. And that is Exactly what happened he pulled out his cock slide it through the hole and he shot his load in my mouth in less then 5 minutes. Zips up leaves and the booth becomes a revolving door. In 3 hours I sucked 10 cocks swallowed 9 loads, ate one very sloppy piss and cum filled hole. My face and chest were covered in cu, by two guys that came into my booth to jack off on my face and I was still,horny I hadn't cum yet. So I decided to leave and go around the corner to a local sex club. I rubbed the cum on my chest around my body, and rubbed the cum on my face into my hair. I knew I smelled like sex but that would be a turn on at the club. As I left the bookstore it was raining, as a walked around the corner, a young hot wet boy asked if I had a couple bucks so,he could get go into the bookstore to get out of the rain. I asked him if he had a place to stay, he said no. Without even thinking about other than he was so skinny and wet and hot, with a nice bulge and hot lips I asked if he wanted to go back to my place shower, I'd wash his clothes, get some food. He looked at me for a minute and nodded. Together we turned around and walked the four blocks back to my place. On the way there we shared our names, he asked he I was in the bookstore. I said yes and he said I smelled like like cum, I smelled at him said thanks for noticing and grabbed his ass. he smelled back and grabbed my crotch. When we got to my condo building, it was after 11 and the overnight concierge was on duty. He is 45 years old, very in shape, has 9 inch cut dick, and hot tight ass black man and a total top. He sees me, smells, asks if everything is ok. I said yes and ask that he send up the usual in about an hour. He smells and nods.

As the poppers hit me, he turned on the fuck machine, thrusting the big toy deeply, in and out. As it slowly pounded my hole, he managed to rim around the toy, flicking his tongue on my fleshy asslips as the were pushed in and pulled out by the huge toy. I was sucking his hard cock, getting more precum as I sucked. He stopped rimming me and started sucking on my now hardening cock, and as he did so he also began to increase the speed of the machine, slowly and constantly increasing it....until it was rapidly piston-fucking my cunt, and my ass juices were oozing out around the toy. I was now getting close to blowing my load, and he could sense it and his cock started to thicken and his breathing became faster, and all of a sudden we both shot loads down each others hungry throats...and he slowed the machine down...but didn't stop it. He kept it sliding slowly in and out, and told me to take another big hit of poppers. He was still hard, and I was in heaven with pleasure. He got up from underneath me, lubed up his cock and positioned himself behind me. when the machine dildo was deep inside me, he stopped it, and slowly pushed his cock in with it! I moaned in pleasure, and then he started the machine again, and moved alternately against the machine...wow! My hole was being double - fucked by a machine and a hot hard throbbing beautiful cock!.

Part VII I just sat there in disbelief. Only a few short hours ago I had been totally straight, married with kids. Now, I had got overheated, drank way the hell too much booze, passed out and had taken, now, 36 loads of cum in my ass and only 1 that I had been completely aware of and asked for. I had just attended the gay pride parade and fest to support my gay friends from work. Then to top it off my new found 'friend' had told me what I had not known at all, that he and every one of the guys who had fucked me an dumped their loads in my ass had a biohazard tattoo because they were all HIV POZ. OMG Every time I think of that, my mind just goes in a whirl an I can't think straight and also, for some reason, my cock twitches and starts to get hard too. My new bud was kind of watching me close. He finally asked if I was ok or not? I barely heard him or understood either. I finally looked up and he was looking mighty close at me with a worried look on his face. He told me I looked like I had died and was just too stubborn to lay down or something. I told him that I had no idea what to do now. I sure as hell had not wanted to be fucked in the first place, although, the last time was pretty damn nice and felt amazing, and for damn sure if I had known they were POZ, no one would have touched me for sure. What the hell was I going to tell my wife and buddies now? My new bud sat down next to me then and put his arm around me and told me that it wasn't so bad as I thought. He then told me we could run to the hospital as I had just taken those loads and get something called PeP. He told me that it would be about a 30 supply of it and in most cases stopped infection completely if caught within a couple or three days. This perked me up a little. I asked if we could get going then. He told me he had a couple of things to attend to real fast and then he would run me right there if I wanted. I told him I sure did want and why wouldn't I? He smiled and told me that was kind of his first thoughts when he found out he had been fucked by a POZ guy the first time but then after thinking about it, he decided that hell, now he could fuck anyone an be fucked by anyone an not have to worry about it anymore. Now he went on his sex was about 5 times better than it had been. I told him that was fine for him, but he was gay and I was supposed to be straight. He laughed then and told me, well maybe, mostly straight before but probably not anymore. He thought I had enjoyed our last time way too much to be completely straight anymore and he was willing to bet that I would soon start to miss that nice full feeling in my ass. I had to admit my damn cock did want to stand up tall as we talked. Now what to do. He then went to take care of business and said he would be right back soon for us to go. When he left I had a lot of thinking to do. I tried to adjust my shorts that were rubbing the hell out of my damn hardon. Moving to a different position didn't help much though as all that did was make my ass twitch more. What was I becoming anyway, a cock needing cum dump, like those guys had said earlier? Damn, what a dilemma. Just then I heard someone call my name and looking up, here came my friend that had ridden there with me so many hours before. He came running up and asked where the hell have you been. He had been looking all over for me and knew I had to be around as my car was still there. I told him about twisting my ankle and getting a ride from these guys' float and then drinking and passing out here and just got up again a short time ago. I didn't tell him anything else though. Just then the guy who had grabbed my ass before and then took my ass cherry walked up. He had a shirt on now and asked who my hot friend was? I introduced them and they seemed to hit it off well. As it was evening now about everyone had a shirt on now so none of the tats were showing. I was kind of wondering how to tell my work bud, when the two of them, told me we will be right back and took off. Apparently my cherry taker was going to show him around the place. I didn't get time to tell him to be careful as they were all POZ. I sat around again for a few minutes and then decided to go find them. I got up an went out of the tarp enclosure and turned to my left, which is why I missed them coming back. They told me later they had seen me going around as they entered and figured I would be right back. I wondered around thinking they would be right here at one of the tables so didn't go very fast as I was looking around at the goings on all around. It probably took me a good 20 minutes before I got back around to the tarp opening. As I entered the middle I came to a complete stop with my mouth hanging open. I then rushed over to the sling. There was my work bud bound in it and getting fucked hard by my cherry picker. I ran up and leaned over him and asked what the hell he was doing. My friend said he was getting one hell of a great fuck and was loving it. I was mortified. I asked him if he had paid attention to the guy fucking him much? He asked what for. I told him, hey, you are both naked as hell now, didn't you notice anything about him. He told me they had started making out when they got in here and took their clothes off while kissing and then he had been lifted into the sling and the guy had lubed him and driven his cock deep in him in one thrust and he didn't pay any more attention after that just enjoying the great fuck. I turned and looked and I could see the biohazard tat right there plainly. I turned to my buddy and told him he better pay attention and look at the guy fucking him right above his cock. As I move and he started to lean up to look the cherry picker guy let out a loud moan and drove his cock as deep as he could and said I'm cumming. My buddies cock which had been bouncing around hard immediately blew his load too. He leaned forward and looked and for the first time saw the tat. His eyes bugged out and he yelled what the hell? He then jerked as his cock erupted with more cum yet. He fell back and stared and said OMG that was fantastic but why in the hell didn't you tell me you were POZ. The guy told us he figured I had already told him about us and it was ok. My buddy asked what about who is the us he was talking about and before I could say anything he pointed to me. My buddy turned and looked at me funny and wanted to know what we were talking about. The ass grabber had pulled out then and told us he thought we had some things to talk about and took off. My buddy looked at me but before he could say anymore a new guy had stepped up and rammed his cock in him and started to pound away taking my buddies breath away. He was trying to tell the guy to stop but could only moan and then looked and moaned more when he saw this guy had a tat also. I just stepped back as my buddies eyes almost rolled up in his head and he was starting to stroke his cock as he groaned deeply.

Part VI I sat there and could not even speak. I had drank too much booze in the heat and had pretty much been raped without really knowing it as I had been zonked out. I looked at my new buddy then and he then told me the rest of my dream had not been a dream either. He said after watching the other guy do me he, like he told me earlier was just too horny, and the two of them had lifted me up and placed me in the sling and had cuffed my hands and shackled my legs in it. Then he had entered my cummy hole with little trouble and had also fucked me and filled my hole with his cum. He said he thought I knew what was going on as I was moaning like crazy and when he had cum I blew my own load clear up to my face. He said he had licked it off of me and kissed me and fed my own cum to me too. He then said he found he didn't have the key to the cuffs and went to find it and forgot that whoever was chained in the sling was supposed to be fair game for anyone or he would have had someone keep a closer watch. The other guy said he just watched out of heat and by the time my buddy came back with a key he had told him that 6 guys had already stepped up an unloaded their cum in me too. My bud then said since there was that much in he felt he might as well leave me there as I seemed comfortable and was out anyway. The other guy said he stayed and watched the whole thing and by the time the line quit and he yelled at my buddy to come get me out of there I had had a total of, counting theirs too, 35 loads in my ass of cum. I just sat there in total shock. I had never even wanted a man's cock in me and now they are telling me I had not only had a cock in me but had had 35 of them and all had cum in me on top of that. I couldn't even imagine it. The dream was actually reality and I had really just been used as a cum dump just like I had overheard one those guys talking before. What the hell was I going to do now? I was having trouble wrapping my mind around it. A cum dump, 35 loads, my hole so full of cum it kept leaking out of me like a faucet and they were saying I was moaning for more and more? I could not imagine it. I got up and walked over by the sling and watched the guy in it being fucked hard by another guy. I had been right there doing the same thing. As the guy started to cum in the guy I could hear them both moaning a bit too and I thought how did I stay out like that. When the guy pulled his cock out the guy in the sling jumped out too, a willing one it seemed. I walked up to it and stared into it and looked up at the mirror. My bud came up then and told me he was really sorry about that. I asked him did I really seem to be enjoying that. He said I sure did and my cock had been hard and throbbing the whole time and really erupted a gusher when I had cum. I turned and looked him in the eye for a minute. I then reached down and dropped my shorts off and hopped up into the sling and told him to show me. I wanted to see if I really had enjoyed that. He grinned and helped settle me into it. He then stepped back a bit and as I watched, he dropped both his shorts and jockstrap in one smooth action. He had one hell of a hard on. It had to be all of 10 inches and big around as my Coke can. I almost climbed back out of the sling at the sight of that monster, but got control of myself thinking I had already took that once so must be able to. He was smiling then as he stepped towards me and positioned his cock at my hole and said are you ready. I just nodded and in anticipation felt my own cock springing up hard. I reached down and pulled it out of my jockstrap and the he took my hand and pulled my up a little and guided it to his cock. He had me guide it to my hole and hold on to it as he started to enter me. Even with all the cocks I had had before my hole had closed back up fairly well so he had to push some to get in. It kind of hurt and then my hole gave in and he sunk in. I could feel that and then had to let loose of him and he buried it in me completely and he started to fuck me nice and slow. He was hitting that spot again right off too and my own cock was throbbing and tingling like crazy. After about 10 minutes of this he was getting faster and harder. It felt amazing. I then noticed we had gathered a small crowd to watch. There were murmurs going around about 'the guy' that had taken so many loads before and was back again. I zoned them out and looked into my buds eyes wanting to just feel this pleasure that was sweeping over me and yes I was moaning from the fantastic feeling. My bud leaned in and kissed me again running his tongue all through my mouth. He then really went to town pounding my hole and leaned in and said I am getting ready to unload again. I told him to hurry as I thought I was going to cum too any second. All at once he almost hesitated and then rammed hard and deep into me as he could and I could feel his cock throbbing as he was cumming in me. As he did he was leaning over me again and saying oh my God that is great to cum like this in a neg hole with my poz cum and my cock exploded again and hit me from my stomach to my mouth again. He then leaned over and was licking it off of me again and when he reached my mouth we kissed again and he fed me my own cum again. As we laid there recovering I started to wonder about his words. We finally managed to get up and he helped me out of the sling to applause from the onlookers. We both just kind of grinned and grabbed our clothes and walked back over to the cot. When we got there my ass was leaking again so I grabbed the towel again and wiped up a huge amount leaking out of me. I looked at the towel then for the first time and noticed that there were red streaks all over it where I had wiped the cum up from me. I asked my bud what that could be. He said that being a virgin ass until a while ago I had probably torn open a little here and there inside and it was blood. He then said something else I didn't understand about that helping to spread their babies better anyway. It was then I asked him about his wording. He said he had probably just fed me my last neg load to eat when we got done fucking. I just stared at him with no idea what he was talking about. He all at once gave a laugh and said oh hell I forgot for a bit you are supposed to be straight and don't have a clue about this. I shrugged my shoulders so he said get ready for another shock about your dream. He said they all had biohazard tattoos because they were all poz and none of them on meds either. I still did not understand. He just looked pained and said they were all poz and I was neg and every one of them that had fucked me were all poz too, so most likely with the bleeding I would become poz. I just stared not comprehending at all. He said you really are straight as hell aren't you and laughed. He hugged me then and said poz was kind of shorthand for HIV POZ meaning they all had it and I had been neg and did not have HIV. I probably would now though with all the amount of their toxic cum I had taken in me. I dropped onto the cot and asked "Oh, fuck, what the hell have I done?"

The ad said 'Willing Bottom Required for long group session, apply now'...just reading the ad got my hole twitching, I answered straight away, and was immediately replied to with a question, 'Do you take chems..well, that sent me really squirming. If they were after a chemmed bottom, great...if not I could do that to. I replied, saying I love to party but am happy with whatever you choose. They replied with 'A double slam should start the party well'...holy fuck this sounded hot. They sent details, I quickly washed out, showered and headed over. They were about 30 minute drive away, and I got there just on dusk. As I went to knock the door opened, and there stood a guy in his 20's, naked, smooth with a rock hard cock about nine inches long, and smooth low hanging balls. He ushered me in and told me to strip, which I did and released my now hard 8" cut cock, 6" thick around the hard shaft...I followed him into a dimly lit room and as my eyes adjusted my ass twitched and I leaked some precum. There were 6 other guys in there, all naked sitting on couches, stroking their hard coks..one of them said 'Yay, the holes have arrived...' I got told to ly back in the sling, and immediately two guys got up and tied my wrists back, then tied my legs high and spread. The guy who opened the door said 'Right, everyone has to taste his hole before we wreck it good'...and there were several 'oh yeah's ' ....One by one they took turns burying their faces in my ass, tongues probing my hole...pushing right in and twirling around inside...they were all between 20 and 40, and in good shape...and not one of them was under 8" hard.The last guy had his tongue pushed deep in my hole, and the guy who opened the door for me earlier said to one of the others that it was time. Him and another guy each came up to an arm and placed a band around each arm, and swabbed clean. Two full syringes were produced, and both at the same time they got a vein, pulled back and got a beautiful red register. The leading guy said, 'You ready for a wild ride, holes being used and abused, and you kept high?' I said 'fuck yeah, bring it on' Straight away he nodded at the other guy and they pressed the plungers in and double slammed me, and with a quick movement both released the bands from my upper arms. Instantly I got a wave of chemical taste and started coughing hard. While I was coughing a guy was pushing his big thick 9" cock into my hole, and all I could focus on was the immense pleasure I was feeling, rushing and being fucked. Almost straight away my limp cock started pouring out a steady stream of cum, and one of the guys quickly had it in his mouth, taking it all. I started to really moan, Yeah, fuck my hole, use it, fill me with cum..to cheers from all the guys. The sling had a special feature where the part you rested your head on could be lowered right back, which was done and I had a cock pushed in my face, which I greedily took down my throat. After a few minutes the guy fucking my throat lifted my head, and put a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to sniff hard and deep, then again on the other nostril and hold it till he said to let go. I did as he said, and felt myself getting even sluttier, and moaning to stretch my hole, fuck me deep. They all took turns fairly quickly, about 5 minutes each in my hole then my mouth. Then I was untied and helped off the sling. One of the guys lay on his back, and they told me to face him, and get down on all fours and take his cok up. I did that, then felt another guy coming in from behind to join the cock already in me,. I was given another big hit of poppers, and then took both cocks in my hole, moaning loudly and then another guy slid his cock down my throat, fuck he was huge, and he kept pushing it down and I gagged a little, getting more cries of 'oh yeah'. they were then all told to hold still, and I felt the familiar band going on my arm, a cold wipe, short sharp sting, then the band removed and wham! Another big hit...as I was slamming, the three guys started fucking me really hard, And I'm moaning and yelling yeah fuck me, own my hole! After a bit they swapped places with the other 3 who had also just slammed. After about another 1/2 hour of fucking, they helped me up and laid me back on a fuck table. They then lined up a fuck machine with my hole, and the guy asked me how big i wanted.. I said big and long, and he said are you sure pig? I said fuck yeah, and he produced a huge dildo to go on the machine, about 11 inches long and at least as thick as a coke can, with a bigger mushroom head on it. I was laying on my back, legs tied up and back to a beam. I wasn't so sure now but it was too late, it was screwed to the machine. He told me to push my ass back on to it and saw my indecision. He held a bottle of poppers under my nose and said, here you will need these, four big hits, and hold each one. I did as I was told, and my head was swimming and he turned the machine on slowly. It pushed hard and popped through my first sphincter and I yelped, but fuck it felt so fucking great...he kept the machine steady and told me to push back on it, and I could feel the pressure against my second sphincter, and I slowly pushed through it and was in total fucking ecstasy! He turned it on again real slow, and it pushed in further. It was touching my third sphincter and had bottom out because of where I was lying. He said that would be a good start, and then started the machine. I felt it slowly slide out of my 2nd, then pop out my 1st, then straight back in. I was moaning saying fuck yeah fuck yeah, fuck me, please fuck me, and he turned it up faster, and each stroke it popped out of my hole entirely then thrust back in, sending waves of pleasure right through my body. He said must be time for a top up slam, then some hard fucking, sucking and ass eating pig. I said yes please, and he said this one is gonna be a .35 on top of what you have had... I just moaned. He put the band on me, wiped, then stopped the fuck machine with it at its deepest. He then slammed me, removed the band, and as it hit I felt the machine start again, and as I rushed it was turned up really fast, wrecking my hole and I was moaning load, next thing there was a guy sucking my limp cock while another straddled me and sat his hole on my tongue. As the machine pounded my hole I ate the guys out, one after another, then sucked each one of them, also one after another. the guy was controlling the speed of the fuck machine the whole time, full speed, then slower, then really slow, full speed again. Now it was his turn to have his cock sucked, and as he pushed his cock all the way down my throat, he turned the machine up.. the faster he turned it up the deeper and faster I sucked him. He said time for my load pig, and he turned the machine to full speed and as my hole was being pounded, I sucked his cock with the same vengeance, and I felt him thicken, harden then blow load after load of hot cum down my throat, as he slowly turned the speed of the machine down. He stopped it when it was completely out, and said fuck what a hot hole...you sure you don't want bigger now? I was flying, and feeling so good I said fuck yeah! He said ok boys, time to double fuck this pig with the machine. Untie his legs and we'll get him up on all fours backing on to it. I was soon in the new position, moaning and greedy for what was coming, my hole had been loosened considerable each time the mushroom head of that huge toy came out it was making my rosebud form. The guy said Ok guys, as you fuck him, you control the speed of the machine, and also there needs to be a hard cock in this pig's throat the whole time..whoever is in his throat can feed the piggy poppers, lets get him really flying. I felt lube being squeezed into my hole, and then the machine was probing its way back into my guts. A guy had his cock in my throat, and held poppers under my nose, said sniff up pig...I took ahuge hit, then another, and as it kicked in I felt the machine start back up into me, hard and fast, then it slowed and as it started going back in I felt huge pressure as the first guy started pushing his thick hard cock in with the machine, stretching me wide open ... To be continued

Has anyone seen the film “fortune and men’s eyes”? Look it up on Youtube and you can watch the whole film. I saw it many years ago and realised then what I wanted and it’s stayed with me ever since. There’s a scene near the beginning when the newbies are in the mess hall with the other prisoners. The main character is suddenly attacked by a gang but they are stopped by another prisoner who befriends him. As they talk, the gang grab another twink and drag him off to a cell. They strip him and get him face down, and then you see him being raped by two guys as everyone looks on and does nothing to help. When I first saw the film, I didn’t want to be the main character, I wanted to be the young guy dragged off to the cell, and I masturbated about the scene constantly. So here’s my fantasy: That first night in jail was awful. I was lonely and scared and all I could hear were the new guys crying and calling for their mothers. My cell-mates ignored me, than goodness, and I buried my head in the pillow to stifle my sobs. The next morning, we were let out to the bathrooms to shower, and I felt my face redden as I stepped naked into the communal showers, grateful for the steam which helped hide me. But there were a group of guys watching me, led by a guy with a lazy eye, and he kept licking his lips as he watched me. “Keep away from them, if you can.” Whispered the guy next to me. “They’re bad news. I hear they are fucked up, if you know what I mean” I raised an eyebrow, and he made a cross with his fingers. “Toxic bastards.” I felt my blood run cold, and tried to avoid their eyes as I dressed and made my way into the mess hall for breakfast. While I ate, I saw them looking at another newbie and breathed a sigh of relief. They were a scary looking crew. Apart from the guy with the lazy eye, there was a sweating, chubby guy with thick glasses, a muscular latino with a tattooed neck and an older white guy who was thin as a rake with sunken cheeks and whispy hair. After breakfast, everyone just sorta milled about.. Some guys sat chatting and some others started a game of checkers. I went over to watch, but they ignored me and I felt very isolated. An altercation started, and I saw the gang try to grab the other newbie who started to struggle with them. No one seemed concerned and the guards just laughed. Then a big, handsome looking guy got in their way. I couldn’t hear what was said, but they backed off and left him alone as the big guy led him over to the side and gave him a cigarette. I went back to watching the game, unsure what to do with myself. To be honest, I just wanted to curl up into a ball. Then I felt movement and turned to see the lazy-eyed man’s face inches from mine. I tried to back away but I was blocked by the others behind me. “ wh.. what do you want?” I said, my voice high-pitched with terror. He gave an evil grin “Your sweet ass, baby!” Before I could run, an arm snaked round my neck and a hand closed over my mouth. My arms were grabbed and I felt myself being dragged towards an empty cell in the corner. I tried to shout, tried to scream but my mouth was muffled by fingers smelling of tobacco and, in any case, no one seemed willing to do anything. As I was dragged past the newbie and his new friend, I heard him say “Why doesn’t anyone do something?” “’Ain’t nobody gonna come between a man and his oats, nobody” Came the reply and I felt terror welling up as I realised what was going to happen. They dragged me into the cell, which was bare apart from a filthy, stained mattress on the floor. I found out later it was only used for one thing. My shirt was torn off me, and hands pulled down my trousers and shorts. My mouth was free now, and I cried out “Help me!” but the mess hall was silent and nobody came. I was flung face down on the mattress and stripped naked. The fat, spectacled guy held my shoulders down and I could hear him giggling to himself. Someone got on my back, their body naked and I could feel an erection pushing against me. An arm went round my neck, squeezing hard so I could hardly breathe and the lazy-eyed man’s voice whispered “let me in, bitch, or I’ll crush your throat!” I tried to relax as his wet, drooling cock pushed into my hole. I wouldn’t have believed I could stretch open so much, or how much it hurt, but then – just as I couldn’t take it anymore, the fat head burst into me and the shaft slid up me in a single thrust. “Oh yeah!” He gasped in my ear. “Tight little virgin pussy, mmm” He began to thrust in and out of me, and I buried my face in the mattress to hide my screams. It seemed to go on for a long time, but then he shuddered and gasped as he came and bit my neck savagely. Then he pulled out brutally, and I felt his weight leave me, only for someone else to take his place. A bony body stretched out on me and a thin, veiny cock slid up me easily in the sperm now leaking from my asshole. He thrust mechanically in and out, and the pain subsided to a dull ache. By the time he’d cum in me, my hole was gaping and wet and to my shame, my cock was rigidly erect against the mattress. I heard the chubby guy say “My turn! My turn!” Someone else held me down and I felt the breath pushed out of me as his heavy, sweaty belly sank onto my backside and his stubby cock slid into me. “Bitch! Bitch!” He gasped as he thrust “ You gonna get it now. Gonna knock you up good… ohhh! Then he collapsed on me, his cock throbbing and throbbing as he emptied his balls into me. Then it was over and I found myself alone. I manged to pull my clothes on and headed for the bathroom. A fat warder stopped me. “where you going, son” “I…I need a shower” I said. Another warder laughed at me. “Let the bitch go and wash her pussy!”

This stems from Todd's Adventure. Dan and Ed told Dev and Mike to keep Reg just a little high by slipping a little something in his drinks. Then he would come to them for sex. When he did, they were to use the shards provided in the ziplock bags. There should be enough for a week. They told them that no matter how much he begged not to fuck that brutalized hole. So Reg begged and pleaded. The guys told him that the shards would help heal his hole so that he could take cock again. They warned him that if he tried to use anything to get relief, he would bleed and set back the time it would take. By Wednesday Reg was crazy with desire. He needed something so bad. Mike called Dan who said bring him by. The boys took him to Dan and Ed. The plan was complete. Dan told Reg he had a nurse to check him out to see if he was ready. Ed was dressed as the nurse. When Reg stripped and bent over the table, Dan and the boys watched from the next room. They were filming it all with sound. Ed asked Reg just what was wrong and Reg simply said he needed to be fucked and his hole wasn't healed. Ed took out a speculum and put plenty of vaseline on it. Of course he had added a few shards to the exterior. Ed said that it might burn a little going in but he though that it might be healed. As Ed screwed the speculum further and further open, Reg begged. He needed to be fucked. He needed it now. Ed told Reg that if he kept healing at this rate, he could have a dick by Friday. Reg, wild with desire, begged to see if there was anything that could be done as he needed cock now. Ed look down at the big jock pleading with him. He said that he would have to leave the speculum in to protect the sore opening, but he might be able to use a long dildo. Reg agreed immediately. Ed went into the room with Dan, Mike, and Dev. They waited as Reg kept saying aloud that he had to have a cock in his ass, almost in tears begging. After 5 long minutes, Ed returned with a foot long dildo only 2 inches thick. He attached a button vibrator to the end, switched it on and inserted it the jock's wide open hole. The vibrator worked on Reg and the boys could hear him moan in the next room. Too soon, for Reg, Ed pulled that dildo out and switched off the vibrator. It had been just enough to awaken Reg's cock just a little. It was growing. Reg hadn't cum in a week. His cock wouldn't stay hard. He told nurse Ed who said that he could fix that and then Reg could cum to relieve the tension. Reg pleaded. It would take three shots with syringes. Two would have to go in very slowly. The third would be quick. Reg pleaded for the shots. Of course, two were silicone and injected into Reg's ball sack. The third brought Reg's dick to life. The jock, unaware that he was on camera, with a speculum still in his ass, jacked that strangely altered cock until he shot what seemed like quarts of cum. But his cock didn't go down. Reg jacked again. When Ed reentered the room, Reg was on the third round. Ed told Reg the dick wouldn't go down for two hours no matter how much he jacked it. Ed removed the speculum, escorted Reg to the outer room where Mike and Dev were waiting. As soon as the three left, Dan and Ed started editing the vid. It would be on 3 pay porn sites within an hour or so. The big jock showing his grossly changed cock shooting and begging to be fucked. That is only the beginning of Reg's new life.

The Gang Rape I was staying in a hotel in Texas for four nights. I posted the following advertisement Craiglist: "Total submissive bottom looking for a PURE DOMINANT TOP for rough play, the rougher the better. I don't want to know who you are. I will submit to you whether I like you or not." I posted this each night for the first three nights and received only duds for responses. Finally, on the fourth night came this response: "Tell me where you are, faggot." I gave him the address of the hotel and the room number. No response. I thought about messaging him again, but I waited. I was watching tv anyway. Twenty minutes later someone pounded on the door of the hotel room. I opened it and a fucking giant pushed his way in. He must've been 6'6" and 300 pounds, mostly muscle, but with some extra padding. A bodybuilder going soft. I turned to shut the door and no sooner had it closed, I felt myself being thrown to the ground. "STAY THERE UNTIL I SAY SO, YOU DISGUSTING FAGGOT!" He stood there and stripped off everything but his boxers, and as he slipped his boxers off, revealing the biggest dick I had ever seen in my life, he said "I'm gonna have fun making you take this." His dick was at least ten inches and thick as a beer can. Without saying anything else, he grabbed his dick and started pissing all over me. I didn't move. It felt good. And I was hard as a rock. He looked down at my penis and started laughing. "What the fuck is that, faggot? A clit? I didn't know they made 'em that small." After he finished pissing, he backhanded me as hard as he could. "FILTHY DISGUSTING FAGGOT. YOU MAKE ME SICK." He bent down, grabbed me under my armpits, and threw me on the bed, climbed over me and sat on my face, asking "You smell that, faggot? I haven't showered in a week and you're gonna fucking suck my hole. SUCK IT." I did as I was told. I was in heaven. He was musky and sweaty and salty. It tasted great. He pulled me out from under him, slamming me against the wall, and turned me around, commanding me "DON'T FUCKING MOVE." I didn't. After a few seconds, he came around the bed, grabbed both of my wrists, and tied them to the bedpost with his belt. He leaned down and whispered: "You're gonna regret this, you worthless piece of dog shit." He climbed on the bed, got behind me, and spread my cheeks. "Tight. Good. I like you faggots to be in as much pain as possible. It's what you deserve." I felt him press his cock against my hole and, I'll admit, I was regretting it. No lube. No spit. I felt pressure. And pain. And something ripped as his popped the head of his cock in my ass. I screamed. "YOU DESERVE IT!" He lay down on top me, covered my mouth with hand, pressing my head against his hairy chest, and used every ounce of his strength to shove his entire cock in my ass in one move. I screamed. The pain was too severe. I was in agony. He pounded me and didn't give up, grunting "FUCKING TAKE IT. YOU STUPID FUCKING FAGGOT. I HATE YOU. TINY DICKED PIECE OF SHIT." He didn't last long. "AHHHHHHHHHHH" Then he pulled out. My body was screaming in pain. I was in tears. "Look at you," he commented, adding "I fucking wrecked it. You're bleeding, too. Good." He disappeared for a few seconds and squated next to me while he used his phone. "Hey, Joe. You and your buddies still horny? I've got a bleeder here I want you to destroy." By the end of the night, I was numb. Five different guys raped me relentlessly bareback. At one point, I think, I had two guys in my ass and two in my mouth, while the first guy filmed it with his iPhone and laughed. Most of it is fuzzy, but I'm pretty sure I remember one guy saying "I love killing these little faggots." After Joe and his buddies left, the first man got dressed. He untied my wrists and put on his belt. I could barely move. I could only lie there, my face stained with tears. "I hope you like bugs, faggot. You've got a fuck ton of angry ones inside you now. I hope your parents don't mind burying their son."

Was looking this weekend & saw a hot trucker bottom online with a sweet furry ass needing bred. How could I refuse? He was hot, older, probably 45ish, hot beard, slim bod. Gave me his motel number & I came over & we had a HOT time. Very handsome guy in person, blue collar, submissive, he was very cumhungry, just what I like He rode my cock for ages & made me cum a few times just from that. Very passionate, cum hungry bottom. Had a tight hole too so obviously hadn't been fucked in awhile. He rode me so good. Flipped on his back & bred him deep one more time before I left his hole raw & full of my poz seed. I want more but he's driving up north hope he comes back soon!

Of course! It's possible.I said in one of my first posts that I think it's ignorant of the bottom to ask for the top to pull out because the disease is already in the precum. I'll add that I think it is ignorant also because of the possibility that the top may have an overly sensitive cock that has a hair trigger and could shoot off before the top has time to think. And yes, there is the implied risk of him coming without the bottom knowing. You've read the posts that have been made about coming anyway and acting like you didn't. There's definitely the implied risk. Some don't have any regard for others. They are selfish, inconsiderate babies who only do what they want. Others be damned. My position on this whole discussion is this: if you aren't prepared to take loads, then you are in no position to fuck bare.

I'll finish edit on part 4 and try post tonight. This is a longer story the I originally have thought it out, but I'm adding more detail then I had previously planned.

Clearly this bottom loves a dominant controlling top that knows what he wants and takes what he wants. Damn hot action in this chapter, wondering if we will hear more when the Master takes his cumwhore home

In my particular case, I began experimenting with bareback sex late last year. I'd had no problem following safer sex requirements, including condom usage, up to that point. One long-term partner I'd been fisting for years had begun suggesting to me that I might want to begin fucking him, too. He did not like using condoms, did know of my HIV-negative status, and suggested, on the basis of his own undetectability and the PARTNER study, that I might want to begin barebacking him. It took me some convincing, but I ended up fucking him, first doing just-the-tip then doing full-on fucking. It was a bit of a head trip for me, but eventually bareback fucking became a routine. The other person is also someone I've known for a while, an older daddy who was out about his HIV undetectability. We had been fucking with condoms for a while, but then we began fucking with condoms. First it was me fucking him, then it was him fucking me as well. We've talked about things and set boundaries--I can cum in him, he won't cum in me--and I think things will continue for the time being. No, I'm not on PrEP. Yes, I would like very much to be on PrEP. No, I don't think I'm having unsafe sex, in that HIV transmissions from long-term undetectable people are exceptionally rare and that I trust these two people to be honest to me. Can I see myself barebacking more? Maybe, if PrEP was available to me. For the time being, I'm comfortable in engaging in condomless sex with people I know well, as a sign of trust and intimacy. With other people, I'm quite happy to use condoms.

Based on the discussion in this thread so far, here is my principal view: political correctness has no place between two men having bareback sex. The dynamics between two men fucking raw is quite different in contrast to sex between a male and a female. I believe that distinction must be made in this conversation because mentally, men are wired differently from women...just ask Dr. John Gray (Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus). This doesn't mean that a man's need for anal sex cannot be as strong as a woman's need for vaginal sex. But what it does mean is that when two men come together to fuck, raw, their animalistic behavior is in high gear. Translation: let's fuck like dogs! Having said that, it is never a good time for a bottom to agree to bareback with the caveat that the top should not cum inside him. The bottom should not stipulate that condition before the sex and certainly not during the sex. That's my personal opinion. As a top, when a bottom agrees to bareback, he should know that I intend to make a deposit. If you don't want my deposit then stay the fuck away from my raw dick.

let me know if you guys want part 4.

HOT DAMN!! Rawrawraw it is SO fucking good to have you back, and with Dalton right with you! Sure hope you both are back to stay!!

Hey guys, thanks for the messages and regarding my breeding exploits since being diagnosed with HIV, I've got another story(true) to put up shortly. cheers A

The following is a true story. For years I've been wanting to get knocked up. Well Friday night I think I finally did. Earlier in the week my massage therapist "Daddy" informed me he and his partner had just tested poz. Daddy knew my dream was to get knocked up so he told me to be at his house as early as possible Friday evening. The week drug by but Friday finally arrived. I showed up at Daddys around 4 and as soon as I was inside Daddy and his partner ripped my clothes off. They were both already nude and before I knew it I had Daddys poz cock up my ass and his partner's down my throat. Daddy wasted no time in fucking me mercilessly. Daddy was tearing my ass up and I loved it. His partner was fucking my mouth without mercy. Before long Daddy shot his poz seed in my pussy and after he pulled out his partner was up my ass. I got super horny and Cum when Daddy brought his cock to my mouth to clean. Because on his cock was my blood and I knew his seed was going into my bloodstream.

Part XI Well, what a conflict. Just wanted to see a really huge cock and had but had also ended up sucking it to full hardness and then let him dominate me into letting him fuck me with that huge pole. Then he tells me he is poz on top of that. What the hell was I thinking about. That is what comes from thinking with my small head. Now, either I have to explain to my boyfriend what I had done or trick him somehow into coming with me on that trail and fool around and let the guy fuck my boy too. I had never seen him bottom before. How was I going to do that. He doesn't like hiking that much either. Oh, worry, worry. I decided to try and tease my boy into going with me. First, I got my big cock poz guy to take a few pics of his cock, but not showing all of it, just enough to draw interest and curiosity. Then I plied by boy by teasing him with my ass. Then telling him there sure were a lot of guys walking the trails where I went and some had some really nice looking butts and cocks. Then I, accidently on purpose, left my puter on with one of the tease pics from my poz guy. It showed nothing but the huge head of his cock with a caption about how long and bid around it was. I then left my laptop sitting on desk leading to bathroom where my boy was sure to see it on the way to there. I know he saw it as when he came back to bed he was hard as a rock and fucked the hell out me. I then left another one on that showed my poz guy's balls and a note about how big they were and how much cum they could hold to spurt out when needed. After each time I left a pic out my boy would come back to bed and just plain plow my hole for all he was worth and fill me full of his cream. I was loving it, but had to keep track of what was going on, too, as when my boy wasn't plowing my hole all I could do was think about that huge cock plowing me really good and deep and thinking about that poz cum made me wild for some reason, too. My boy was also asking questions about that cock I seemed to be always looking at, wink, wink. I told him it was one of the guys who hiked the trails I went to. I told him we had taken a break at about the same place once and had talked a bit and exchanged emails. I told him that ever since he had sent me some pics of his cock for fun to tease me with. I just thought they were fun. My boy said he would love to see if it really was as big as he was telling me. After a couple of weeks of this my boy finally asked if he could come with me on my next hike. I smiled and told him I would love for him to come as I loved doing everything with him. I told him we should go the next morning for sure and he agreed saying he sure hoped that guy would be around so he could get a look at that huge cock once. This really made me smile as it seemed like he had more interest than just wanting to see it. When my boy went to the bathroom, I quickly sent a message to the poz guy telling him that my boy was coming with me in the morning for a hike and he might want to be around to see what would happen. I got a message back quickly saying he would try to be there but wasn't completely sure of his schedule yet. I was a little disappointed but sent him back that I sure hoped he could make it. My boyfriend and I arrived and it was a really nice warm day for a hike. We both decided to just wear our shoes and socks and jocks and shorts only as we thought that while hiking we would get too warm with a shirt of any kind on. We started out and then turned off on the route most guys used and most of them nude or with just their shoes and socks on. We had hiked a short distance when we encountered the first person we had seen and very naked but in good shape guy with what looked to be a very nice uncut cock walking along the opposite direction. We exchanged hellos and kept on going, caught my boy looking over his shoulder at the guy walking away, so I looked also and he did seem to have a nice ass too. We ran into about 5 or 6 guys like this over the next approx. 2 miles we hiked but none were my poz guy at all. We decided to return then and took another route that would take us by where the poz guy had fucked me before. As we got close to that spot I veered off the trail and had my boy follow me and took him right to where the deed had been done. I then dropped to my knees and started to play with my boy's cock through his shorts and then tugged them and his jock down and soon had my mouth wrapped around his cock and sucking him good. I was really horny being where I had last been fucked by someone other than my guy and a poz one to boot. I sucked for a while and then stood up and we were then kissing and running our hands all over each other while getting rid of our clothes completely. Then my boy pushed me down and onto my back and was soon burying his tongue in my hole and then running a couple of fingers in me too to loosen me up some. This went on for about 10 minutes and then he pulled his fingers out and rammed his cock in me deep as it would go on one thrust. I pushed my hips up and into him to make sure every bit of his cock got in all the way. He then proceeded to pound the hell out of my hole. He got a good rhythm going and I was really enjoying it when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and there about 25 feet away was my poz guy in all his glory. Stark naked and his cock pointing straight into the sky hard and beautiful. I barely was able to whisper to my boy that he was here watching I was so caught up in the excitement. My boy turned his head to looke and the poz guy let him see him for just a second and turned and walked away into the trees. My boy yelled hey, come back here a minute, but there was no answer and by the time we got untangled and ran up there, the guy was nowhere to be seen. My boy told me he barely got a glimpse of that cock before it was gone. Damn, he didn't see enough to tell exactly what he had seen. We didn't even finish our sex we had started but just hiked back to the car and went home. We were both somewhat discouraged by the day's events.

Part X When we finally got back to my new bud's place, we found there was still quite a crowd roaming around. He parked and we headed to their selling space to see if my buddies were still there. What we found and what had been going on while we were gone was totally wild as hell. When we had left, one of my buddies was getting his hole filled, again, by a poz guy while in the sling. We found out soon enough that after we left my other buddies who had stayed around to wait on me, one by one had gotten involved with some sort of sexual romp. None of them knew they were playing around with highly toxic poz guys, except my buddy in sling who certainly knew, but was too far gone in arousal to tell any of them. We found out too that someone had told him that another guy had been in the sling earlier and taken a total of 36 loads in his ass. My buddy tried to outdo that tally, but had quit at 20 loads, as he just couldn't take anymore. He then passed out and sleeping since. LOL My new buddy and I had a good laugh when we heard that one since none of my buddies there knew that well loaded hole was mine and I had had another load on the way to the hospital for number 37. Now that the deed was done, my ass was tingling a bit more, and was a little tender if and when I sat down. Meanwhile a couple of my friends told me what had been going on in my absence. One of them had volunteered to assist in sales, and was bending over one of the tables to reach for something when, the guy who had grabbed my ass and taken my ass cherry earlier, told him about the same thing he had told me, that was "Keep bending over like that, and a nice ass like yours could end-up getting filled." The volunteer apparently just laughed, pulled the leg of his shorts aside, and replied "I not wearing anything under these shorts, so there's nothing stopping you." His remark caused quite the sensation as my virgin taker had moved right up behind him as he straightened up and pushed him back over the table, pulled his shorts aside and slid right into him and right out in the open like that. He had pounded the volunteer's ass good and hard and almost dumped the table over till a couple of customers had held the other side up while watching them and cheering them on. My friend had gotten a hell of a ride apparently and when the guy finally was cumming in him he had cum in his shorts too from it. When finished they had gotten quite a few applause from the crowd that had gathered to watch, too. Another of my friends had went in the middle area to watch our friend in the sling and got turned on watching and ended up on one of the tables on all fours being doggie fucked, while another guy fed him his cock down his throat. He had a damn good pounding too and when the guy came in his ass the other guy pulled out of his mouth and got behind him and fucked him giving him a second load in his ass. He then started to climb down off of the table backwards but was stopped as he got both feet on the ground and another guy spread his legs and rammed his cock in him and he got a third load in deep. One of my somewhat clumsy friends was also helping out with sales, and his change apron somehow came untied and fell off before he could catch it and had spilled some of the coins on the ground. He had knelt down to pick them up. Another guy also knelt down to help him, and when they were finished, planted a kiss on my buddy. They ended up under the table with my friend on his back and the other guy ramming his hole with abandon. They too almost tipped the table over and ended up with a few onlookers kneeling down to watch them under there while snapping pics and vids of it. My friend ended up getting two loads from that guy before they stopped. Another friend was in the sling right then. So all of us kind of gathered around to watch. I was kind of shocked that all of my friends were getting this much sex and none of them seemed to know they were all getting high viral poz loads in their holes. Just as my friend in the sling was getting a nice load in his ass, my other buddy that had been sleeping off his 20 loads, woke up and came to join us. He was all excited at what was going on and asking why our friend was in the sling and hadn't anyone warned him. They all turned to him to see what he was talking about as no one but him had had sex without their tops keeping their shirts on. He told them, hell, wake up, all of these guys here are poz. That's when he found out that all of them had had at least two loads pumped into them and he was the only one who knew. They were all kind of freaking out then, but none were leaving and I noticed, also, that every one of them seemed to have started to tent the front of their shorts as they got hard ons. I was thinking, hell, they must have loved what they got as none seem to be mad, just upset they weren't told before. Then my friend of the many loads turned to me and said hell you knew, why didn't you tell them. I told him I had just got back from the hospital a few minutes ago and was just learning of what they had been doing while I was gone. That kind of got me off the hook as then they all wanted to know how my ankle was. I told them the doc had said it would probably be ok in a couple of days (another little white lie, LOL.) While we had been talking about this my friend in the sling had had another guy step up and had started fucking him. I walked over and asked if he was okay with this now. He told me this was about the 5th guy he had had so why care now. I went back to my other friends who were now talking about what to do now. They said it is getting late but still early too, a little past midnight now. They all told me they could make out if I wanted to head home to my wife. I told them I might hang around for a short while longer and talk since we hadn't seen each other all day and I wanted to catch up on what all they had been doing. About this time a guy came up and before I knew it had grabbed my hand and shook it and told me I was still his hero and one day maybe he could take that many loads too and walked off. My friends all looked at me funny and started asking what the hell that had been about. Now, how to tell them about that?

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.

For me i've been such a `good boy` for 30 years i can count the times i've barebacked on the fingers of both hands yet my eyes were opened by a brief experience at my local sexual health clinic. When i was first out on the scene to `catch HIV` was a death sentence. You could die a horrible death and then AZT came along and you'd just have a horrible life. It put the fear of death in most Gay guys - it's something that younger Gay guys should learn about and one day a film will be done from then to the present day of PrEP. It will help them understand what people have fought for. A friend of mine had, in pasing, mentioned PrEP and I didn't think much of it just looked into it dipping in and out. At a sex club in London I `slipped up` or rather when I was drunk a guy `slipped up` me I really enjoyed it yet felt so fearful. After ten days I went to the clinic and was feeling quite vulnerable. I just felt that they used my vulnerability to push their own agenda and insult my intelligence. I asked about PrEP and the subject was simply closed down and diverted to condom use and PEP. The things that I was seeing and hearing were not syncing with the orthodoxy being peddled. It was as if the information was there to help them rather than help me feel better or navigate the new. In the meantime I'd met one undetectable guy and, once I had psychologically dusted myself down from the clinic experience, i'd met another and realised that if they were taking their ARVs and doing the associated bloodworks they were safer than those who were negative who never get tested. I then spent many hours researching HIV statistics, PrEP and the relative safety of barebacking. I came to the conclusion that the sexual health professionals are not really there to serve me but to serve themselves. For instance, I've been on Tetralysals for years for a seperate health condition - no one felt fit to tell me that this acts like a doxycycline against chlamydia and syphilis. Yes, that's not the full range of infections yet it was only by looking up what it is that I found this out. It was as if `that's good - keep on using condoms`. When you really look into PrEP you learn quite a few things. 1) homophobia and pleasurephobia is rife in the NHS 2) there are `approved risk taking activities` and `disapproved risk taking activities`. No one ever tut tuts skiiers and says `you know you should only do safe skiing why not just stick to the nursery slopes?` or `best not to do Rugby matches - they're dangerous`. Yet when it comes to Gay sex oh fuck me no - what, you want real pleasure how fucking dare you? Why don't you become a monk or wait for the right man? 3) PReP will change everything and sexual health profession is shit scared of the change it will bring. It will mean more testing of stds yes yet also will mean they can't fob you off with the old condom argument. What do they say instead? They'd have to properly engage with the full gamut of MSM sexual behaviour which let's be honest with ourselves some of the married lady doctors really don't want to think about. The best people i've come across working in these places were single young women, gay men and lesbians. The doctors seem paralysed by fear about what sex activity takes place although the nurses are lovely. I suppose they are there to care not to judge. My advice is to embrace change at the pace that suits you - look up everything and take PrEP.

Over the years I have taken many big dicks, 8 to 10 inches and most were pretty thick. But one night on grindr I was chatting with this native guy, he was 6'7" which for me is a turn on being that I am 6'3". We had chatted before a few times but that night he came to my place. He had the biggest cock I still ever seen in person. It had to be atleast 13" and as big around as my wrist. I could barely fit the head in my mouth. He tossed me on to my stomach and forced that monster into my ass. He gave me about 30 seconds to get use to his monster penetrating me deeper and stretching my ass beyond anything I had ever taken before. Then he proceeded to fuck my ass with no mercy, slamming it in and almost all the way out as fast as he could. It was overwhelming, part of my wanted to beg him to slow down, it hurt but not so much that I dared ask him to stop. It took about 5 minutes for the pain and discomfort to fade away into one of the most intense fucks of my life. He fucked me for a good 20-25 minutes until he filled my ass with his seed. As I walked him to the door and believe me I was walking funny, my roommate and the neighbor had to come check him out. They had heard us fucking and wanted to make sure I had survived. We hooked up a few more times over the next few weeks, each time I savored every ass splitting inch of him as he pounded away at my hole. Nothing like being breed by a giant cock on a man who knows how to use it.

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.

Part IX We laid in the back seat of the car till his cock finally went limp and slipped out of my well used ass. I had no experiences in my life to compare to what I had gone through over about the last 8 or 9 hours. I was well fucked for damn sure. My ass which had started the day virgin was gaping and I could feel it when I reached down with my fingers to probe at it. I wondered if it would ever close back up now or not. My fingers came away soaked in cum and ass juice and I looked at them and then just said the hell with it and licked it all off. Very tasty and put my fingers back in for more several times. While I was doin this my new bud was reaching into the front seat and getting his clothes and putting them on. He then climbed back into the front seat and started up the car. As it started up, I finally came around fully and reached up for my clothes and got dressed also and then just as we pulled out of the mini-mall lot I climbed back into the front seat. We kept up just general talk then till we reached the hospital emergency room parking. After parking he turned to me and asked if I really want PeP now or not? I gave him a funny look and asked why wouldn't I? I had gotten drunk and pretty fucked up but really I was supposed to be straight. I had had a great time and it all felt wonderful but hey, I have a wife and family to get back to. What else can I do? My bud told me that was too bad cause he thought sure I would come over and at least become bi and want some more and maybe even help convert some more guys too when I became full blown. He went on to say, hell, go do your wife too and convert her, that would be hot as hell too. I thought about it for a bit, but just did not feel right about it. He said ok, let's go in and get you some help then. I kind of stared at him and asked if he would really help me in there. He said why not, I kind of feel pretty responsible for most of your undoing today. Besides, there is still a chance the PeP may not work although it usually does this quickly after. We went in and the usual check in at an emergency room went smoothly. Had to wait a while to get in to see a doctor. We did get lucky though as the doctor turned out to be well acquainted with HIV, so no sly looks or snide remarks like some docs do. After I told him that I was married and straight but was just there to back my friends up and had gotten drunk and passed out like a dummy, I had woke up to find I had been fucked several times by gay guys. Had no idea who though, but was told that all of them had biohazard tats and were believed to be HIV positive. The doctor just kind of tsked about that and asked if I wanted to file a police report about being raped. I almost screamed, not quite, but almost that there was no way I wanted the police involved as that would get back to my family. The doc said he could see that and after an exam. He gave me a first dose of PeP and a prescription for the balance and a warning to make sure I took it exactly as prescribed and not miss any or it probably would not work. We had been gone now for almost 2 1/2 hours and was really getting late as we headed back to my buds sales place again. What we found there was wild as can be.

Part V As my new buddy finished the kiss and got up, I could feel his cock pull out of my ass and it looked like another guy was stepping forward also. At this point I passed out again. When I finally woke up I was a little off my bearings of where I was at for a bit and then turning over to my side I realized I was laying on a cot and remembered I had had too much to drink and had passed out as my new buddy and his friend were going to help me to this cot to lay down for a bit. It must have been more than a bit though as it was now dark out. There were lights on an I looked at my watch and hells bells it was just past 9 at night. I had been out a good 5 hours. Damn, I had to get up and as I sat up my bud came walking up and asked how I was doing? I asked him why he had let me sleep so long and he said they had tried 3 or 4 times to get me up but couldn't so gave up. I though oh hell got to never drink in the daytime again. My clothes were stacked neatly on a chair at the foot of the cot. I sat up to reach for them and it hit me that my ass sure was sore for some reason. I looked around and both tables and the sling were busy again. I just shook my head and reache for my things. There were 5 or 6 guys standing around talking. I wasn't paying much attention but overheard some while I sat there trying to get my bearings more to get dressed. The little I picked up was something about a guy who had been in the sling, real cum dump, out of it, probably going to be poz soon (whatever that meant), must have taken 30 or 35 loads(whatever that meant too). My new bud came by again and the guy who had grabbed my ass too. Told them my legs were still mighty rubbery for some reason, which got a laugh out of the guy. My bud gave him a look of some kind and he stopped though. We just sat there for a bit and talked about nothing really for a bit. Then one of the guys who had been standing around talking came over. I looked up and he stuck his hand out and I reached out and we shook hands and he said something weird about me being his hero as he didn't think he could handle as many. He then turned and walked off. I just sat there and stared at him wondering what the hell he was talking about. My bud and the other guy both had huge grins on their faces. I had no idea what was going on but was starting to think someone was pulling one on me or something but couldn't figure it out. I tried standing again and made it to my feet finally. I grabbed my shorts to pull them on and as I bent over to step into them I all at once felt something wet on my ass and as I straightened up a veritable gusher seemed to come out of my ass. I quickly stepped aside away from the cot thinking I had all of a sudden developed the damn dreaded runs or diarrhea. As I looked down I noticed that was not what it was though. It seemed to be wet and even somewhat white in appearance. I stuck a finger in it to see and it was sticky and slippery at the same time. I lifted my finger to my nose and sniffed it and it had very little odor but one I know I had smelled before but couldn't place it. I then got real brave and stuck my tongue out and tasted it too. Still wasn't sure what it was but had a familiar taste to it also. I was at a loss. I looked up and my bud and the other guy were both trying not to laugh. I told them "Okay, now let me in on the joke, guys. What were you up to while I was out?" "You don't remember anything?" my bud asked, as he reached over, grabbed a towel and threw it to me to wipe off with as the liquid was oozing down my thighs. "No, nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I have no idea what's going on, but it sure is a mess," I answered. "Don't worry - I've seen it before," by bud answered. I wiped off and then finally was able to get my shorts on. I sat down again and as I did I heard a loud moan and looked up to see the guy in the sling being apparently filled again and loving it. As I looked my mind cleared a bit and I then remembered the fall earlier onto the table with the other guy falling on top of me. It was a little fuzzy but then it seemed like something happened. I then remembered something at my butt and yes, something wet and feeling good. I then remembered that whatever it had been felt so good I had a hardon like crazy. I looked up and both guys were grinning again. I was starting to remember things a little but foggy. I told them I must have had a hell of a dream. They both in unison told me to tell them about it. So I told them what I had remembered so far and as I was telling it I remembered more. I remember the guy having his fingers in my hole and then pulling them out and something larger going in and then in and out making my cock harder than hell. I then remember him pulling away from me and then a blank for a bit. Then it seemed I had woke up on the cot but my arms and legs were bound somehow and my buddy was between my legs then. I told them I seemed to be able to feel something going in and out of my hole again and my buddy apparently doing it. I then remember seeing a mirror and being able to see his cock going in and out of my ass. Then it felt so good my own cock started erupt and my buddy seemet to be done about the same time. I said wow what a dream. I then said there seemed to be a blank but every so often I had a vision of another guy and another guy between my legs for quite some time. I shook my head to clear out some more cobwebs but really couldn't think of anything else till I woke up a little bit ago. I said being around you gay guys sure made my imagination run wild in my sleep. They both were laughing like crazy as I stood up and pulled on my shirt. My sore as again seemed to be seeping fluids and I quickly pulled my shorts down and grabbed the towel again just a huge blob of stuff came out. I wiped it up and sat down again wondering what the hell was going on. Just then another guy came walking up and as I looked up he was asking my new buddy how I was doing and had they filled me in on how many cocks I had had in me yet? My mouth dropped open at that and I said what, what, what is he talking about. I couldn't even hardly talk it was such a shock what he had said. He said oh, sorry I thought they had told you already and turned and beat a hasty retreat. I looked from my buddy to the other guy. They both kind of looked down and the other guy said he had told me about that nice looking ass of mine might be trouble. He went on to tell me that when I had fallen on the table and him on top of me it was just too much for him and he had dived down and started to rim my ass and it had tasted so sweet he couldn't stop himself and soon had his fingers in my hole and then it was really too much and he had then stood up and in the heat of the moment and me moaning like crazy had fucked me and blew his load in me deep. I just sat and stared. I said I thought that was a dream. He kind of chuckled then and said it was dreamy anyway and a virgin hole had about driven him nuts with how good it felt.

I once had a huge Indian young guy. He was at least 11" he went in very slow so I could get used to it. Once all the way in he was fine.mhe also came a bucket in my ass

Management for a large food company. I get to travel quite a bit which allows me to spread my seed all over the U.S.

Married breeder here as well. I do fuck a lot of other married guys and I do enjoy hearing stories of them doing things with their families with my loads still in their guts. I've fucked married guys in their marital beds as well as their kids beds. We both get off on it all its part of the thrill. I haven't worn a condom with any of them and I have a lot of them I do regular.

After Michael, I moved further into the city - an up and coming neighborhood with yuppies east of me, hipsters north and south of me, and a gentrifying Latino community to my west. I had a great apartment and I was a 20 minute walk and 6 minute train ride to work. I knew I needed to get a lot of sex after Michael. I needed to get his crying face out of my system. I thought if I could just get the "sex crazed" part of my 20s over, then I could settle down with the next guy. Seems logical, right? I also wanted to screen my guys and mostly meet them before we fucked. I had made rules for myself: 1. No guys with bfs(unless a 3some) because I still felt bad about Michael. 2. Always use condoms with guys you meet just for sex. 3. Poz guys are ok, but we have to use condoms. The following chapters will show how those rules slowly got stripped away. My Grindr, a4a, and manhunt accounts were always on and I was chatting online with a bunch of people. I met up with a lot of guys and usually kept to my rules in the first year or so. 1. No Boyfriends. I met this guy on Craigslist. He was a hot fireplug kind of guy and had a decent cock and was funny online and when we spoke on the phone. It was really late when he was leaving work and I suggested we mess around the next day/night. He said he really wanted to do it now. So I cleaned out and he arrived at my place about 30-40 minutes later. Turns out he has a socks and shoe fetish, so when we messed around he wanted me to wear my running shoes and then when we were going to fuck he wanted to sniff my socks as we fucked. I was ok with the fetish. It was harmless and he was nice. I slipped off my shorts, only in socks and runners now and he sat on my bed and took off everything but his socks and underwear. We made out a lot and he sucked my cock and I took off his underwear and sucked his. He had me sit on him and rub his cock on my ass crack and hole. He flipped me on my back, grabbed the lube and slicked both our cocks. He took off my runners and kept sliding his cock on my ass as we made out. He asked if I had any fetishes and I was so turned on that I said, "I like it when guys cum in my ass." He seemed startled but not for long as his bare cock was sliding in and out of my ass next. I moaned. He sniffed my socks and started fucking me harder. After 5 minutes or so he said he was close. I grabbed his fleshy ass and held him inside me and he came in my ass. That made me cum right then. We did it one more time that night and he bred me then too. After he left, we swapped texts about doing it again. After a few aborted attempts at getting together again, he admitted he had a boyfriend of 10 years that he was cheating on and the boyfriend didn't know. What's even worse is that I worked with his boyfriend. He was senior to me at my law firm, but not in my section/interest area. I was like...mother fucker, this is why no boyfriends. That no boyfriends rule didn't last at all. Cain and Abel entered my life. They are an open couple that had just moved to town from Florida. Cain was a solidly built, but gaining some weight/or losing it (depends on the month) guy with a great 6.5" thick cock. Abel was a lean Latino nerdy type with a 7.5" uncut cock. I hit each of them up - one on a4a and the other on manhunt. I never knew they were a couple. I met Abel for a martini at a local yuppie/hipster place and he was a great guy. During drinks Abel said he and Cain were a couple and that they had an open relationship. After Socks Dude, I wanted to meet them both together before I'd do anything with either one. I explained my cheating past and said how it weighed on me. Abel understood and called Cain, who had just gotten back from work, and they invited me over to their condo - about 1/2 mile from my place. We hung out, Drank wine and they explained how and why they were open. In their relationship, Abel was the top and Cain was the bottom; most of the time. When they fooled around, they could switch that up and not let it interfere with their relationship. They also said they always used condoms when they fucked other guys. I was cool with all of it. I stayed over that night and we had some awesome threesome sex and one-on-one sex while the other watched. It was great. And we played safe the whole time. I met up with each of them separately for a while. Always safe sex and I topped and bottomed with them. They weren't my fuck buds really, since they had others and I was still dating around. One night Cain was over at my place and we were talking. He said I had gone out with a dude they knew - Jon - and that he told them I let him fuck me bareback. I was a bit freaked out. This is the kind of information I didn't want getting around because people would think I was a whore and no one would date me again. I froze and didn't know what to say. Cain said, "It's ok, but why didn't you tell me?" I said, "I didn't want you to think I was a whore. And we always use condoms so there is no way I was putting either of you at risk." My response had stumbled out so fast that he could tell I was freaked out. He came over and kissed me and stood me up. He stripped me and said, "Baby you are so fucking hot. I don't think you did anything wrong. I think Jon was lucky to get to fuck you bareback." I leaned over, opened his shorts, got on my knees and sucked his cock. I wanted to make Cain happy and hopefully he wouldn't tell people about me barebacking with guys. After a few minutes, we went to the bedroom where he bent me over the bed, reached over and grabbed the lube and a condom, lubed us both and slid his cock inside me bareback. He had left the condom unopened. He said, "You're beautiful and I want to be one of the guys who fucks you bare." I pushed my ass back on him and started to fuck myself on his dick as he stood there. He eventually flipped me on my back and had me jerk off as he fucked me. After 10 minutes or so (not long for Cain), he asked me to cum because he wanted to unload inside me. I stroked faster and faster and came and Cain loved the tightening of my ass when I came shot his load in my ass. He said that was really hot. But also said I couldn't tell Abel. Cain was out of town for work and Abel and I grabbed a drink at the martini place (they are awesome martinis). Abel and I went back to my place after because he said he wanted to fuck me. I was always down to get his hot uncut 7.5" cock in my ass. On our walk, Abel said the same thing Cain had about Jon fucking me bareback. Abel was concerned for me. I said I get tested, etc, etc. He asked why I hadn't told them and I said it was because we always fuck with condoms so I didn't want them to judge me. Abel pushed me against a tree and kissed me. He said, "I won't judge you. Cain is the condom Nazi in our couple." I said, "You can fuck me bareback tonight if you want." He said that's what he wanted tonight and every time we fuck after. We got in my place and he fucked me bareback and came in me three times that night. I was in cumslut heaven. He said I shouldn't tell Cain. A month or so later, I was at their place cooking with Abel and waiting for Cain to get home. Cain called and said traffic is a bitch so Abel turned off the stove and said we have some time. He told me to suck his cock and I did. I loved his uncut 7.5" cock. I sucked it and got it all wet and sloppy because I knew he wanted to breed me before Cain got home. Abel turned me around and bent me over their kitchen island and slid his spit covered cock in my ass. He fucked me fast and hard. I knew I was getting the load soon and I was moaning and begging for him to cum in my ass. Abel exploded inside me and I came on the floor and the island. I was so turned on. Then we heard Cain's voice, "So you've been barebacking our friend too?" Cain came over and kissed Abel. Abel said yes. I slid to my knees and fished Cain's cock out of his pants and started to suck his thick 6.5" cock. Abel said, "Was he as easy to get raw for you as it was for me?" Cain said, "I bet he was." I alternated between their cocks, wanted to keep them in a good mood (there were knives out since we'd been cooking and I was afraid this could go sideways fast.) Abel's cock tasted like his cum mixed with my ass juice and Cain's was sweaty. They both fucked me again that night; spitroasting me most of the time and saying what a good slut I was. Whenever one of them was close, the other would make be beg for the load. We remained friends for a few years - they moved to California. I was frequently getting fucked by them and they subtly passed me around to their friends. They fucked around with all of their gay friends, so it was easy for me to hook up with those guys too. A lot of those guys were in open and closed relationships. I didn't care about their relationships anymore (that was their thing) and they all barebacked me. I loved being slutty for that group of guys. I see many of them around still and sometimes we still mess around, but I know they wouldn't spread rumors about me being a cumslut. Their circle isn't like that. More to come......

We took the cab that was parked outside the bar . During the ride, Sir took my hand and put it over his bulge… He liked the way I was squeezing his hard cock… The taxi stopped in front of a grey building… Nice area…. He told me to stay with the cab driver and he went inside the heavy iron. The driver gave me a lazy look from his mirror. Our eyes met. In his 50’s, grey moustache. Probably Turkish, because he asked me something in that language… I answered in English and that was all… no more talk… No idea if he knew I was high from sex and drugs… Most of the times I can hide my condition easily… I hoped I did a good job not showing the adrenaline of the chems … and my need to get fucked was not that obvious …. The Norwegian came back… He was only absent for five minutes… In my time zone it looked like an hour…. He said to the driver to take us to another address… Put my hand again back to his fly… it was open this time… I took his thick uncut cock in my palm.. thick… and the foreskin like velvet…. He put his hand on my neck and pushed me head down… I should have worried about the driver… or if someone would have seen me sucking Sir’s cock… But the driver seemed to be ok with the whole scene and the glasses of the car were dark enough…. I started to suck… Sir was hard… at one point I felt his piss floating my mouth… I didn’t waste any drop of his chem piss… I started to feel the light buzz… I was kept on blowing him… He was giving me instructions how to take him down to the root… He seemed to enjoy gagging my throat… He asked me if I wanted a nice thick Turkish cock in my ass…. My moaning of pleasure was exactly the answer he wanted to hear… I was sucking him for more than ten minutes (whatever time zone)… And suddenly the taxi stopped… Sir held my from the neck… “Stay”, he said. I kept on sucking… I heard the driver’s door open and then the door from my side… From the corner of my eyes I saw we were parked in a deserted parking lot behind an empty factory… I felt a finger poking my hole… Sir took me at the edge of the back seat without removing his cock from my mouth…I got comfortable on my knees… Sucking Sir and offering my ass to the Turkish Taxi Driver… I felt his thick cut cockhead rubbing my ass ring and then went right in… His breath got short when he realized that he was sliding in an already cummy ass… It was the first time I was getting fucked by a Turk and hearing him telling me in his own words how he loves to fuck sluts like me… and he was going to plant his seed in me like a whore… Sir gave me some poppers… I needed them… Although my hole was well fucked the driver’s cock was way too thick… Loved it… The Driver took also some of the poppers that Sir gave him and then started to increase his speed…. “Take his load whore” … Sir whispered to me… And the seed I took… The Taxi Driver gave my a last thrust and then with heard him losing his breath while he unloaded in my ass…. And then he stayed in… “Piss in him” Sir ordered the driver… I felt his piss warming my hole… Taxi driver started to laugh… and kept on pissing… “You better not let any of that piss leak on the car seat”… Sir told me in a harsh voice, making sure that I should not misunderstand his command… Taxi driver took a paper towel and cleaned himself… while I went away behind a corner and let all the piss and cum out of my hole… Like a dog… How low can I get… I silently asked myself… but the animal in me that was still hungry… I went back to the car… Sir and the driver were smoking a cigarette talking like buddies from the Army or something.... I got back in the back seat and then Sir got back next to me… “Thank your fucker in your native language… He wants to make sure that you are not Turk”… So I said in Greek “You were a Good fucker… Thank you for giving me your load…” The Driver laughed… and then he said “Kalimera” I laughed… It is the Greek word for “Good morning”… Yes, indeed the morning has started just fine with a load and a piss from a Turk taxi driver and I am on my way to the sauna where I will be probably gangbanged and surely slammed with more chems… True… A Kalimera… People were going to their offices… riding their bikes… driving their cars… A day in a life… Living the life of common people… The life so many songs are singing about… and me… Where am? Where do I go? Why I am here, in the back seat of a taxi driver who has just fucked me and why am I sitting next to a guy whose thick cock I hold in my hand like a dove? Why do I not end the night that became a day and I intend to make it till afternoon … without sleep, asking for more cum more piss more chems? When does this all end? When do I say that’s enough? When enough is enough? Is there ever enough for me? Some questions are not going to be answered… And if there is an answer I am not going to give it today… Not while the taxi takes me to my next destination… there where my Norwegian Master wants me to be... But somehow I feel like a lamb… aiming for a holy sacrifice… another kind of Iphigenia… only this time the temple is going to be a bath house… and my altar will be a sling… or a fuck bench… both will do… Sir seems to read my mind… “Boy… don’t put logic behind things… I see you struggle … Your mask works well with the others… not with me… Trust me and you are not lonely in this… “ “Sir, I will say it only once… Cumdumps get lonely… that is true… But what is another undeniable truth is that even Tops and Masters get lonely… That is why I am still in the back seat of this taxi… You are as lonely as I am and maybe even lonelier...” He looked at me… Poker face… He could have given me a punch… He could have me thrown out of the taxi… Instead he kissed me… Like he cared… Like he loved… “Too much logic…. You’ll need stronger doses when I ‘ ll slam your veins in the sauna… “ he said…

I felt my hole twitch and a small glob of cum escape from my battered pucker as I looked at the man about to give me the fourth load of my life. 'I must be the luckiest bottom in the whole fucking world', I thought, and then paused for a moment surprising myself with how much my self identity had changed in the past two hours. I had gone from a total top who had been fucked safe once three years a go, to a bottom bitch, not just any bottom bitch but a bareback bottom bitch, and more then that a bareback bottom bitch for POZ cum. I studied Chad hungrily as he walked forward. He was taller then the others and a little thinner though still well built. He a look that I could only describe as Irish: bright red hair and beard with shocking green eyes and a healthy sprinkling of freckles across his face, chest, and arms. Ginger coloured fur grew across his chest and down his washboard abs in no real pattern just sort of everywhere. His cock was long and thick, probably just a little smaller then Chuck's, and certainly thinner then Keith’s beer can. Oh, and it was uncut. I stared at the pale flesh that covered the ruddy coloured head of his cock in wonderment as I had never seen an uncut cock in person and I wondered if it would feel different inside of me. He lifted a powerful arm to brush his hair back from his face as he knelt down between my legs exposing a thickly haired ginger pit. Had my soul not burned with lust for Chuck I probably would have given my self body and soul to Chad in that moment. He looked at me his green eyes sparkling with mischief and he directed my gaze to the underside of his left forearm where amidst the form of a twisting snake was the unmistakable biohazard mark. My heart quickened as he with one hand lifted my right leg onto his strong muscular shoulder and with the other aimed his cock at my well-fucked hole. He slid in easily but I still gasped as he bottomed out his ginger pubes coming to rest against my taint. “When we’re done with this sweet hole you’re gonna be knocked up for sure,” he said slowly withdrawing his cock, “and I’m sure glad you’re only going to be across the street. I love using Johnny’s hole but sometimes I’m just in the mood for something different and your furry little cunt is just the thing.” “Please fuck me. Please, breed my hole.” “Don’t worry boy. You’ll get the load you so badly need.” Chad closed his eyes and started to pound away at my hole. I had thought that Wes’s fucking had been merciless but that was nothing compared to this. Chad alternated between jack-hammering his cock into my now slackened hole and pulling his cock out till just the tip rested inside of me and slamming the full length back inside in one quick motion. I screamed out as his cock head repeatedly punched into my prostate. Repeatedly. He was destroying me and I loved every second of it. The room was thick with the stench of sweat and the sound of raw flesh slapping against flesh. My eyes were watering and my mouth was dry but my hole was alive with pleasure. I felt as though my whole body had vanished and nothing was left but that cock inside of me. My feelings and hunger for cock and cum had progressed I no longer just wanted his load but I needed it. I needed him to cum inside me, I needed his cock inside me, I needed to be fucked. “I’m gonna breed this sweet ass so fucking good,” Chad said, smiling at me, his face now covered with sweat. “You ready for another big load of cum, boy?” “Yes, please God give me your fucking load.” “Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Chad, just like Keith had, slammed balls deep inside of me, laying there on top of me as his cock jerked and twitched spurting it’s thick frothy treasure into my awaiting guts. The sent of man sex that wafted off of Chad’s body as he lay on top of me was astounding. I found myself wishing to stay there forever under him, but slowly his cock began to soften until at last he pulled his now soft cock out of my hole with a quite plop. Slowly Chad got up and I could see the other three standing in a ring around me all sporting wood again. “Why don’t you fella’s go down to my place and breed Johnny in the sling, I wanna take my time breeding this boy for the first time.”

My own cock throbbed though I felt no need to tend to it as Johnny pressed his long slender cock into my mouth. I soon felt his trimmed pubes against my nose and held firmly to his blond peach fuzz covered ass as I deep throated his cock. For a moment the top that I had once been resurfaced and I thought how hot Johnny’s perfectly pert round ass would look with a load dripping from his pink hole. My mind drifted to my own now cum filled hole and I felt a twitch as I imagined a small glob of Johnny’s cum escaping my slightly puckered hole, the hair around it matted down with sweat and ass juice. “Alright Wes,” Chuck said, “Why don’t you show this boy what it’s like to get fucked by a real man and give him another load he’ll never forget.” Wes… I wondered for a moment which one of the three men that was, and then I realized I didn’t care. I wanted all three of them, in fact I didn’t really even care if I ever saw which one was which so long as their cock ended up in my hole. I let go of Johnny’s ass cheeks and grabbed my own ankles some what awkwardly as Johnny was still squatting over me slightly with his cock down my throat. A rustling told me that Wes was getting into position, and then I felt rough hands on my thighs pushing my legs forward lifting my ass up. A glob of warm spit fell onto my hole and then I once more felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock head pressing against my sphincter. I moaned around Johnny’s dick, which had become fully hard again in my mouth and from his breath I guessed was well on his way to shooting his second load, as Wes buried his cock in my hole in one long slow stroke. He was obviously thicker then Johnny but perhaps not as long, certainly not as big as Chuck. Still I could feel my hole quivering around his cock as it sank inside of me, stretching me wider then I ever have been before. Just as he bottomed out in me and I felt the scratch of his pubes on my taint Johnny stuffed his whole cock down my throat and let out a long low moan as he shot his second in my mouth. Greedily I swallowed every drop before he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Get the hell out the way boy,” Wes said in a rough voice, pushing Johnny off of me, “I wanna look in this boy’s eyes when I breed him, that way he’ll always remember this load.” With Johnny out of the way I took stock of the man who was now balls deep in my hole. I was not disappointed. He was certainly the oldest of the men assembled with flecks of gray starting to creep into his jet-black hair at the temples. It looked as though he had probably shaved that morning but his beard was already returning with a vengeance, his skin a golden olive colour I guessed he was probably Italian or Greek. He stared down at me with dark hazel eyes as he slowly began to withdraw his cock from my ass, the thin lines at the sides of his eyes deepened as his face spit with a wide toothy smile. “You like that cock, don’t you boy.” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes…Sir,” I don’t know why but calling this man Sir just seemed to be the right thing to do. He smiled a little broader and said, “That’s right boy,” and sank his cock back into me. I could see that he didn’t have a condom on, I don’t know why I thought he would be different as he was using another guy’s load as lube. I didn’t care though, his cock splitting my hole wide felt too damn good to care about anything like that. His rough hands held my legs pinned to either side of my chest, bringing his torso over mine so that he could look directly down into my eyes. His body so close to mine my nostrils were filled with his rich manly smell and something else that it took me a moment to place… cum. Wes started to pick up the pace, pulling almost his entire cock from my ass with each stroke. Sweat began to glisten on his chest and occasionally drip down onto me. The steady sound of skin slapping on skin, and the wet squelsh of my quickly widening hole filled the room. I began to sweat myself, panting with each thrust of Wes’s fat cock. I knew what I must look like, I had seen bottoms in this place of ecstasy before, their faces contorted with what could be mistaken for pain, their eyes rolling into the back of their heads, their cock hard but completely forgotten. It was the look of a bitch in heat, a look that bottoms only got when they truly gave themselves over to be fucked without caring for their own release at all. For a bottom like the one I had become, in that moment the release was feeling a top shoot his load, and nothing else was needed. “Fuck my ass,” I whimpered between moans, “Fucking plow me.” “I’m getting close kid,” Wes growled, never slowing down, “I’m going to breed your ass so good that I’m going to stay with you forever. Do you want that boy, do you want my load in you forever?” “Yes, breed me,” I panted, at the time not realizing the significance of what I said, “Fill me with your cum, lube up my ass for your friends.” “Take my fucking load, you slut!” Wes didn’t stop fucking as he came, in fact he slammed his cock into me harder then he had ever before six or eight more times. I could feel his load filling me more and more until just when I was wondering how he could possibly be going he stopped and held perfectly still with his throbbing cock halfway into my ass. His whole body was shaking just slightly and a wicked gin was spreading across his face. “Next,” he said pulling out and getting up. It was only then when he stood again that I noticed the tattoo on his bicep, a bio hazard symbol.

Just because we're all twisted pigs, here's a picture of me immediately after doing my biggest-ever slam just a few hours ago.

Plus a new character -- SETH, an angelic-looking kid with a filthy imagination -- who's just finishing up his freshman year in college... ...and who's totally addicted to his stepdad's cum.

Awesome info here guys. I'll be in PS next weekend for White Party -- this will be my third time there, but I'm staying at CCBC for the first time and had wondered what it was like. From the replies in here it sounds like it will be a nice, cum sloppy weekend for me!

I can say it really doesn't matter if the scene is all about my dick working hole, but I can honestly say I love a huge-dicked bottom as well. I love all the flopping around. Big, thick and ropey. Then again, I prefer my bottoms to cum, reaffrming the great fuck they are getting. Afterall, sex is about the orgasm.

Chapter 6: Full on infection and Control Machete Shows me What They Got - “I think you now have my AIDs Little Papi, mi mujer. I am always inside you now, always with you. I want you to have more AIDs dick, and there is not better time then when you are sick. So I am going to make sure you get fucked as much as possible while you are sick. You want my AIDs forever don’t you mi mujer? You going to be my AIDs mujer? OH FUCK PAPI….” Santos was true to his word and I got fucked more when I was sick, then even before, but I’ll come back to that in a minute. I did not have to worry about things getting dirty. I had diarrhea like out of some Stephen King novel, whoosh, splat, and that first day I spent more time on the toilet then in my bed with it coming out of both ends. After that, there was nothing left in me to give. I was still wicked nauseous and just the thought of food made me feel worse. Santos sent Miguel to the Mercado along with one of the enforcers who came back with two bags full of bottled water for me to drink. The worse, the absolute worse part was the fever. Santos had the A/C turned off in our room as he said the fever was showing us how the virus was moving in my blood through my body and the A/C would just make me catch pneumonia or something. I was so hot! I did not care if Miguel saw me naked, or anyone else, as I lay drenched in sweat on the bed, miserable and aching. By day two I had a big fever blister on my lip, which made me even more self-conscious, but to Santos it was a sign, a sign that this truly was the fuck-flu and that I had HIV and more. After it felt like I had shit myself to death, the first man Santos brought after he had fucked me again was a total surprise, Sagastume Fajardo, the palabreros or leader of MS-13. I tried to sit up, but Santos pushed me back down onto the bed as he sat beside me and began rubbing my forehead. That always made me feel better. The MS-13 leader pulled a chair over, sat down, set a box with several bottles of Guaro on the floor, then lit up a cigarette and smiled. “You are right mi hermano,” he said to Santos as he used the hand holding his cigarette to gesture my way, “Our gringo mujer looks like shit! Looks like this one is marked for sure, marked for death by MS-13 cum!” He laughed at that and I just moaned, from feeling miserable and not seeing the humor as the sweat continued to run from my body like rats from a sinking ship. “Isn’t it dangerous for you to be here?” I asked. The leader of MS-13 leaned closer, “No worries muchacho. Much has changed. One of our errors in the past was leaving El Capo alone too much without seeing us. Now, now each of us will come visit often, and others from our gangs as well to show we are united in this……this new way of conducting ourselves and our business. So mi hermano, I know you have much to do and our mujer here and I are old friends, so I thought I would stay and visit for a few hours and see what I could do to make him feel better, well me feel better!” Once again he laughed and I began to realize what he might have in mind. Santos rubbed my forehead, gave it a good-bye kiss, then said, “I’ll make sure you are not disturbed. I’ll be back later,” and then left. The leader of MS-13 stood up, locked the door, took off his Chicago Bulls t-shirt and pants, and once again left on his black boots while he said, “Ahh, that feels much better.” He sat back down in the chair, the wood creaking as he scooted the chair right up to the side of the bed so that he was now sitting parallel to me, lit up another cigarette and while holding it between his teeth, reached down and opened one of the bottles of Guaro that he brought. After several large swigs, he handed it to me and said, “Here, this is the good shit we had before and in your condition it will not take a lot for you to feel it.” I pushed myself up onto my right arm and with my left hand shakily took the bottle and put it to my lips. The first swallow made me gag, choke, and cough as he laughed, the second burned going down and felt like a flaming tire in my stomach. The third gulp put out the roaring flames, so that now just the slow steady burn of embers remained. I handed the bottle back to him, plopped back onto the bed and closed my eyes, feeling the liquor kick in and the first little bit of relief from the fuck-flu misery. “Let’s talk a little, do you mind? Here, put your head in my lap, nurse on my polla, he has missed you and I know it will make you feel better,” the MS-13 leader said. He turned his chair a little so I could scoot up and drape myself across his thighs while guiding his dick into my open mouth. The raw and hardening dick responded to my tongue and I knew he had not washed in days. I loved the smell of him and the taste of his salty, sweat and funk covered dick. It did not taste of old cum, or like he had been fucking, just that his dick has been nestled against his body, waiting, waiting for a chance to be appreciated. The leader of MS-13 continued talking as I gently nursed on his dick, “Mi hermano has told me that all is well with you and him and how you stayed, how you have taken care of him and his men. You know his enforcers are like his family. He also told me more and as I said to you the last time I saw you, you had my blessings.” He took his left hand and began rubbing my forehead like Santos had done. “I owe my life to mi hermano, many times, many times, and recent events have shown me even more how important he is to me. You know he could have been El Capo? Yes? At first I thought he was crazy for not taking it, for not taking the power that we were willing to give him. But this new set up is much better, I see that now, and it was all his idea. No matter what, he still has great power and I know you worry about him. Do not worry, he is mi hermano, we will watch out for him – they all will watch out for him, for if they do not – well, you saw what can happen. And we will watch out for you as well mi gringo mujer. You are part of the family now and I like you, I really do, but remember, NEVER BETRAY us, or………” All this talk of power and retribution had made the mammoth dick I had been nursing stand at full attention and wanting to fight. The blood pulsed through the veins up and down the shaft, his balls priming the pump with a steady flow of thick and shiny precum. Even in my current state my ass wanted to be bred by him. “Let me see,” the leader of MS-13 said as he grabbed my face, turned it towards him and up as he leaned a bit to the right. “It will take several days for your lips to heal from your blisters. I have to tell you, it feels pretty fucking wild when you run your lips along my shaft, I can feel them. You know what they mean? They mean my other infections have taken in you as well, here, open your mouth like you’re putting on lipstick, let me rub my dripping dick around those nasty lips, give you some more of my bugs, aaahhhh mi mujer, aaahhhhh.” That was pretty weird, but sort of hot at the same time. This man was going to throw down some dirty sex!! I continued to rub my blister covered lips on his dick and the leader of MS-13 pushed my face hard onto it, making one of the sores on my lip crack and open up. He pulled my face away, looked and confirmed that had happened, then rubbed my lips and down his dick even harder, working the infected seepage all over his shaft and head. “So, how did you enjoy your visit with David? I know he could not give you what I did, but did you enjoy it? Did he shoot inside that gringo pussy? Tell me, did he give you some filthy Calle 18 leche? Yeah, see you are learning. In here there are many types of power, many ways to get power, share power, and dispense power, and sex is one of them. Santos knows this better than anyone and you mi gringo mujer, you now have power too. See? My polla is at your wish and command.” He laughed again at his own words, as I thought about what he had just said. I did not really think before that I could help Santos, but I guess I was, and knowing that I had even a little bit of power made me horny. The leader of MS-13 was squirming in the chair bit time now and I knew he was not going to be satisfied with just my mouth for much longer. I pulled away, grabbed the Guaro, and emptied the bottle. He was smiling a knowing smile when I handed it back to him and said, “I may want some more, so I hope you are not planning to use all of those other bottles on my ass.” He laughed hard at that, put his cigarette out on the floor, stood up and guided his dick into my waiting my mouth and throat fucked me. When he had gotten his dick nice and wet in my throat, he pulled out, said something in Spanish I could not understand, reached down, grabbed one of my legs and spun me around so I was kneeling on the floor, my torso and chest on the bed and ass out and waiting to be bred. He grabbed one of the pillows off the bed and had me put it under my knees for a little cushion. “How do you want this banger dick mi mujer, my AIDs slut? ” he asked. “I want a no mercy fuck, no stopping, no mercy for my culo as I get bred and my pussy gets infected with gangbanger dick. You little dicked fucker, will have to find me some real dick from Calle 18, don’t know why I’m wasting my time with some boy dick from MS-13.” The leader of MS-13 was not used to anyone mouthing off to him like that and I think I shocked him, but at the same time he realized he liked that shit as his dick bounced and twitched. He reached forward, cuffed my head and said, “What the fuck did you say? You think I got a little dick? Huh? You nasty little gringo cunt!!” He spit on his fingers, drove them deep into my waiting hole making me yelp, pulled them out, positioned his dick at my hole and pushed in just enough so he was lodge in my ass ring. He then leaned forward wrapping his fingers around my face, covering my mouth and resting his arms on my back and he pressed me down and growled, “ONLY MS-13 CAN GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT – ONLY MS-13 CAN FUCK YOU WITH NO MERCY!!” I cried out into his hands as he ripped my guts open with his mammoth dick, the sound muffled by his angry grip. “Tell me again fresa, tell me again what you want,” he demanded. “I want some big Calle 18 dick, a dick I can FEEL!” I gasped out as he temporarily loosened his grip, then immediately clamped his fingers tighter, covering my airways, squeezing my head as he bloodied my hole. “YOU DAMN AIDS SLUT, YOU JUST A FRESA NOW, JUST A FRESA FOR ME TO USE!! You like that? Huh? That’s what you want? FUCK! Look what you’ve made me do, damn it, fuck that ass is bleeding.” The leader of MS-13 pummeled my torn hole, angry, confused, and hornier then he had ever been. Sweat was now pouring off of him as he drove deeper into my ass and he shifted his hand from covering my face to around my neck, “Make me you mujer, give me that MS-13 dick!” I gasped, “No limits, no mercy mi marido, no marido, I give myself to you anyway you want, I want to be your AIDs wife, make me bleed for you, that’s it, I will always be yours, always be your pussy, your AIDs pussy, FUCK ME!!” He clenched my throat harder, the bed was banging against the wall as he slam fucked me, tearing his way in and out with every thrust. “That’s it, rape my culo, rape me marido, infect me, rape me!!” His gangbanger dick buried itself as deep as it could as his fingers tightened on my throat and his body convulsed in wave after wave of ecstatic bliss. The MS-13 dick jumped in my guts as it unloaded a hot, steady stream of satisfaction. He slowly pulled his dick out of my ass, a stream of blood and cum splattering the concrete floor before he reached down, swung my legs up, and rolled me onto my back onto the bed. He was still rock hard as he pushed my legs back and dropped down into my gaping and waiting hole. “There’s no running from me,” the leader of MS-13 said as he used his body weight to keep my legs up and back, while he moved his arms under each shoulder and wrapped his hands back around my neck. “Carojo mujer! THAT was a fuck. You know me I see, you know what to say to bring it all out, you know just how to please me. Did you like that my AIDs slut? Did you like your husband raping your pussy, making your gringo pussy bleed, having no mercy? Hmmm……I can tell by your hole clenching on my dick you did. I did not expect that. Hmmm….. I think I need to find someplace a little more private so that next time I can show the fresa what a real prison rape is like…..hmmmmm……yes…….see what you do to me mujer. Would you like that? I held way back the first time, and some today too. But I don’t want to hold back. No, I want to take you….ahhhhh, but not today. Today we will make love mi mujer. Dime lo que quieres! Tell me what you want!” I got two more loads with him on top of me like that before he rolled off. He chain smoked a couple in a row, we had some more to drink, he stared in awe and wonder at the remnants of our first fuck on the floor beside the bed before he wiped it up so not a trace was left, before he gently washed my ass of for me and using his fingers made sure the only thing coming out was more of his buried cum. The most powerful man in the prison was sitting back in the chair, smoking, rubbing my forehead when Santos returned. “Mi hermano, there you are. Thank you for being so kind and allowing me to visit this afternoon. It is time for me to go.” The leader of MS-13 bent down, rubbed a finger around my lips and said, “I look forward to see you again.” No sooner was he out the door then Santos was dropping his pants and crawling onto the bed, fumbling to get my legs up and said, “Little Papi, I know he fucked you, I can smell it, and I can see that your ass is bruised and swollen, damn I want to cum in you. Can you take some more, please? Please Little Papi?” I had to laugh as he looked too funny with his pants around his ankles and that look on his face. I of course agreed, but did feel some shame as I wondered about the next time with MS-13, I wondered what he had planned. Several days later I was feeling much better, my lips had healed, and life had returned to normal, well as normal as one can get in a prison. Santos had brought several other men by to fuck me, including the Goat and Oscar and the infected ones I had met in the room before, and of course some of his enforcers stopped to check on me and take my temperature in their special way. I think they were happiest of all once I was better as I started cooking for them again and felt good knowing they got at least one decent meal a day. I was down on the second floor helping sort some business product when Santos came in, looking tense. I followed him upstairs and he said, “In about 10 minutes the new leaders of Control Machete will arrive for a meeting. Can you just make sure we have something to drink? I do not trust them, and would have you stay downstairs, but everyone must understand this is my life, so…” I was concerned and offered stay downstairs with Miguel and the guys, but Santos shook his head and before we knew it Miguel was on the stairs saying they had arrived. The two men who came up the stairs looked impossibly young. They were both cut, had long wavy hair, dressed like the Burro in nice shirt and pants, and no tattoos that I could see. These guys run a gang? Santos made introductions, we sat at the table, and Santos poured drinks. The two guys did not acknowledge my presence, and seemed tense in the discussions they had with Santos. Before long their voices started to rise, one of them flicked his hand towards me, Santos got very tense, and I did not know what was going on. I was ready to go get the guys down stairs when the two from Control Machete stood up, one knocking his chair over in the process, and stormed out. Santos quickly returned to his calm, cool demeanor and said, “Do not worry. They are young, and new to being in charge. We just do not always agree, that is all. Not like when their Uncle ran things. He felt it was time to pass the torch, and so the cousins are now in charge. Control Machete, at least here, is mostly one big connected family. They call come from the same region of the country and one way or the other seem to be related. While they may be from the country, they are no less dangerous, and some of the most famous death squad members were part of their family. I also believe – but we found no proof – that they were far more involved with El Capo and his plans than we know.” The evening ended quietly, and the next day seemed like all the rest. It was late in the afternoon and Santos had said he would be back late and as he left said, “I am always nearby Little Papi.” That had become I think his way of saying he loved me and helping me not to worry, but I still did. Anyways, I had cleaned things and had just unbuttoned my jeans and sat in the chair to take off my sneakers when I was surprised by someone knocking on the doorway. I looked up, and there was a man about 60 or 65, bald, with a gray goatee. I did not recognize him and said, “Sorry, Santos has gone out. If you go downstairs I’m sure one of his men can help you.” The man smiled, clasped his hands together, shook his head, and said, “Please forgive me for the intrusion, but no. I am not here to see Santos, I am here to see you.” I got a little nervous at that and stood up to button my pants and I don’t know what. The man stepped towards me and said, “No, no, please, sit, I have been rude. My name is Elder Sancho Romero, I believe you met my nephews yesterday?” Oh, so this must be the Uncle. “Yes, yes, of course, please come in and sit and let me get you something to drink. What would you like?” I asked. He said he liked brandy, so I brought a bottle of that for him, Guaro for me, and joined him at the table. “I have already spoken with Santos,” Sancho said, “My nephews, they have much to learn, and in here, here we must all work together to make the life a life, you understand?” I shook my head yes as I emptied my first glass as he continued, “And so I wanted to come to see you too. To apologize on behalf of Control Machete. Sometimes the young ones think they are so progressive and know so much – BAH! I am sorry for the way my nephews behaved and hope that the next time you meet them you will not hold yesterday against them.” I assured him I would not, refilled his glass and mine, and enjoyed the next several minutes of general conversation about his family, the prison, and ways he thought things could be made better. “May I be honest,” he asked me, “My nephews, they have a difficult time making sense of the Santos they know with the Santos they see here – with you, you understand? They are too new to prison and to life to understand that just because you may fuck a man does not mean you are a fresa. Especially in here, sometimes you just fuck whoever is available, and sometimes your friend is just whoever is available, and sometimes even, your mujer is whoever is available, you understand?” I shook my head yes as he continued. “Don’t get me wrong. I have spoken with Santos and I can see it in his eyes. Whatever is going on with you is not just because you are around, you understand? I say so what. It does not change the work Santos has done, and frankly I think he and his men are all the better for having you around from what I hear.” I tilted my head in curiosity at that, Sancho laughed and said, “Just because an old man is not out fighting with the young ones anymore, does not mean that I still don’t ask questions and listen, listen to the guards and listen to others. I must say, for a gringo you sure have stirred things up around here!” I laughed along with him at that one and had not realized I guess. My world is so small in these few rooms. “You must be careful though, you understand? There are some who will never accept, but for the rest of us, we do not care and as long as you are making life here better, you are welcome! So on to another reason why I am here. I wanted to bring a peace offering of sorts – well two - if you will let me. Again, an old man listens, Erazo! ERazo! ERAZO!!!” I turned and into the doorway stepped a man about Miguel’s age, buzzcut hair, big ears, pencil thin mustache, no shirt, so I could see he had a few prison issued tats on his chest. Erazo stepped in, looked at Sancho who nodded, and Erazo unbuttoned his pants and let them drop. FUCK! His dick looked like it could be as big as the leader of MS-13s. Sancho said, “Erazo is my grandson, my daughter’s son. My poor girl came to the city very young, got hooked on drugs, contracted AIDs, but before she died she gave us Erazo, and gave him her AIDs too. My pardon if I am wrong, but I have heard that you like men such as my Erazo?” I looked at him again and got hard thinking about him fucking me, wow what a dick. Sancho nodded at Erazo who stepped back, reached around the doorway and pulled on someone’s arm, bringing them into view. “This is Armando. He is like Erazo’s brother as they have been together since they were babies being taken care of by the nuns. When I found Erazo, Armando came too, so he is family. But like Erazo, he too was born to a mother with AIDs and as you can see, it has been harder on him in some ways.” I looked at Armando who was clean shaven, his hair a little longer, and while Erazo looked healthy, a little meaty even, Armando was very skinny, gaunt, his skin had a grayish tinge. He took off his t-shirt and what few tats he had looked distorted as his skin clung to his ribs. Armando then unbuttoned his pants and my eyes got wide as clearly what meat he had lost on his body had gone to his dick. DAMN! From the waist down the guys could have been twins. I grabbed the Guaro and took several big gulps and looked back at the boys still standing there with their pants down, then to Sancho. A weak smile came from Sancho’s lips as he said, “Los chicos have not had an easy life as you might understand, but family – blood – blood is everything. No one knows, really, but there are always whispers, rumors, and it does not help that they cannot stop trying to fuck every boy they can get their hands onto. The whores won’t touch them and los chicos are not interested anyways. If they would just fuck each other, but no, they tried to explain how such things work but it was all a bit more than I could understand. They need some guidance, and an outlet, a proper outlet, to learn how to behave. I know after the way my nephews acted I have not right to ask this of you, but I do ask for your help and for a favor. Would you help my boys? Would you let them be with you sometimes? I trust Santos, and he trusts you, so….I know it is a lot to ask, but they need someone to teach them about such things and I know of no one else who could be their friend. Please?” Of course my ass said yes, but then I began to think of what all this might entail and what all he might be expecting. I was NOT going to share Santos, but this might be a way in which I could use some of that power my MS-13 marido talked about. “Do they understand English?” I asked. Sancho said, “So so, and Armando can speak it a little, but Erazo not so much.” “Please guys,” I said to Erazo and Armando, “Come have a drink, join us.” The guys looked at each other, then to Sancho who nodded, and the hiked up their pants and took seats across from me at the table. “I am honored you would ask this of me, Senor, I would be pleased to be their friend – and yours – but I of course must speak to Santos first about all of this. This is his world,” I said, making both of the guys smile, and Sancho sigh in relief. “But, there will have to be some ground rules and we need to discuss a bit more what all this means. There is one condition I do have immediately before anything else. I need a business, someway that I can generate extra money for Santos and I for the future. I know my options are limited and my movement’s restricted, but there still must be something, and I want your help, and that of the other leaders to secure it – and then the boys here can help run it, or work for me, or whatever. I am not looking for charity, just an opportunity to contribute to life here with more than just my ass. Deal?” Sancho smiled wide at that, laughed, held out his hand and said, “Yes, deal. You are as good of a man as Santos and others have said you were and I already ran my idea past him before coming to see you. He said it was your decision and he would support whatever you decided. Also, you will have no need to worry about my nephews. They will support this and more, we will make sure of that, and besides, they both have a weakness for good tequila, so I say let’s get them drunk and horny and see if they can resist fucking you then. Once they do – what can they say?” This caused all of us to crack up laughing, and it actually sounded like a good plan. We spent the next 30 minutes or so discussing more details of the arrangement and drinking and I was frankly enjoying his company. The guys, but since I was older I just started calling them chicos even though they were technically men, would continue to live with Control Machete, although they might stay in our area from time to time. While we worked out the specifics of my new business, they would come do other work for me with the understanding that Miguel was my number one chico, and I was not looking forward to explaining all this to him. I would spend some time each day teaching them English, basic math, and a few other skills that would help with our business, and of course, the sex, but then I raised the point to Sancho that they might not even like me, I may not be their type and all. Sancho said something to the guys in Spanish, they both smiled, looked at me with eager and hungry grins, and Armando got his machismo, tough look on his face and tone in his voice when replied. Sancho laughed and said to me, “I do not think you have to worry about that. It seems they have already been fighting over who gets to go first and how often, and Armando here said that as soon as you realize Santos is not the marido for you and that Armando is, you will be a much happier mujer.” Erazo interrupted him and Sancho added, “Umm, yes, he says that they will both be your husband.” I blushed at that, which seemed to make the guys even more anxious to get things started. Sancho said something else to them and los chicos took their glasses, grabbed one of the liquor bottles, and went back into El Capo’s old bedroom and closed the door. Sancho refilled our glasses and said, “Thank you again. I was beginning to wonder how I would ever help them. Things are difficult enough here, but then with…. Ahhh, does not matter now. May I ask, have you met David and Sagastume from the other gangs? Yes? You got along OK? Good, good. I do not need to know specifics of course, but that does make things much much easier for us. We will need to find a business where we are not stepping on anyone else’s toes – well no one who matters. I also do not want them to think I am overstepping either by having my family work for you. I suggest that we ask each of them to offer someone for you to hire and train for your business too, so that it is truly a non-aligned endeavor and no one can say one gang is trying to get something over on another. Do you agree?” The guy’s voices rose and laughter could be heard from behind the closed door. “I do have one more small favor,” Sancho asked looking almost sheepish, “While I think I might enjoy, hmmm… uhhhhh….well to be blunt, while I think I would enjoy fucking you, I frankly would need more to drink and a little more discretion. But, I do enjoy watching and the boys have let me watch them before, so if it is alright with you, may I sit in the room and watch?” I smiled, nodded, and confirmed that was not a problem with me, adding, “Feel free to do more than watch if you want. I would be happy to suck you or whatever.” Sancho smiled, handed me the Guaro and said, “I think you may need a few good shots. From what I have seen in the past, the boys like to get right to it.” I hit the bottle, grabbed a new one, and then thinking what if someone comes up turned to go to the door to try to figure out a way to get someone to guard. “No need,” Sancho said, “My men are at the bottom of the stairs, and Santos left orders with his not to let anyone up.” With that we both went to the bedroom to find Erazo on his knees sucking Armando, who was nice and hard. Armando pushed Erazo away as soon as we stepped in, making Erazo land on his ass and burst out laughing. Maybe they were too drunk to fuck? Not a chance, as Erazo’s dick was hard and at a 45-degree angle pointing up the minute he stood up and started to stroke. Sancho eased the wooden chair back into the far corner, sat down, opened a new bottle of liquor and settled in to watch the show. Los chicos were already naked, so they stood side by side, stroking their hard dicks, impatiently waiting while I got undressed. The second my pants hit the floor Erazo was on his knees with my dick in his mouth and Armando was trying to milk my right nipple. I pushed them both back off me, “Easy boys, easy. Take your time. I’m not running anywhere, we’ll both get what we need, or want, or whatever.” They both gave me their little shit-eating grins as I think they could see my curly pig tail sticking out. Their smell was so different than anyone else, and their energy and rawness – OINK! I was so horned up, but I had to mind my own manners as well. I sat in the other wooden chair making sure Sancho had a good view, the guys stood in front of me, and I slowly began to lick first Erazo’s dick, then I would switch and lick on Armando’s. These were raw dicks in their most natural form. Never been tainted by rubber, never been anything but AIDs filled sperm injectors their whole lives. Fucking amazing. I soon had them both fully erect, a hand wrapped around each, as I ate their meat like it was my last supper. Sancho had abandoned just watching and was now jerking on a nice size dick of his own. I see that it ran in the family and made a mental note to get his too someday. I stood up, pushed the chair away, and bent over and started deep throating Armando’s dick. His fingers squeezed my shoulders and he threw his head back and started to speak rapidly in Spanish. Erazo’s voice was muffled as he had immediately scrambled behind me and buried his face in my ass and was making me moan with how he ate my hole out. I came up for air, glanced over at Sancho who was wide eyed and had a huge smile on his face. Good – we were all happy, back to the show. Los chicos were young, so I believed cumming a few times would not be a problem, so I showed Armando how it felt to be sucked balls deep and to have my tongue flicking out and coating his balls while his dick filled my throat and my mouth milked his shaft. His head was still thrown back and his Spanish became faster and louder. Was he praying? Asking me to stop? It didn’t matter, I knew he was getting close as his fingers duh harder into my shoulders and his balls were no longer low hanging fruit, but were high and tight and ready to explode. One last pulsing suck and I edged Armando’s shivering dick back onto my tongue so that I would taste every drop. Armando got on his tip toes and did a little ballet step as he shot into my mouth – thick, creamy, infected cum. His nutt tasted wonderful and was like the best frosting ever! He let go of my shoulders, and I turned and sucked down Erazo’s dripping dick and gave him the same deep throat treatment while Armando recovered by eating my ass. Erazo did not disappoint either and I was startled and impressed when he shot at least twice what Armanda had. I looked at Sancho while licking my lips and he gave me a knowing nod as if to say, “I know, can you believe how much the kid shoots?” I pulled Armando up off the bed, pushed Erazo onto it, straddled Erazo doggy style and began kissing him, while Armando got behind me and with no pretense he shoved his dick up my spit slick hole making me yelp and sit almost straight up. HOLY FUCK! HIS RAW DICKFILLED ME UP!! I had expected at least a finger or some foreplay and Erazo said something to him with a look of anger on his face. Armando went to pull out, but I flung my hand back and said, “NO, please don’t pull out. I’m OK, you just surprised me that’s all. You’re a fucking big boy, so take a little to get used to. Senor, can you make sure he understands?” Sancho relayed my message and maybe added his own as Armando did small, soft, slow strokes while I leaned back over and started to lick and chew lightly on Erazo’s nipples. I don’t think he had ever had that done before as we started to buck his hips, and his hole body moved trying to run and get more at the same time. Once I felt open enough I put my hand back on Armando’s torso, he slowly stopped, I then eased off his dick, rolled off Erazo, lay on my back and pulled my legs back, making my hole wink in invitation to Armando to enter. Armando then angled himself over my ass and dropped down into my hole making me gasp in wonder and fulfillment. I smiled wide as I looked up into his eyes, put my hands on his side and pulled him back into me. He had that same cocky, shit-eating grin on his fun, so took it he was enjoying himself. Erazo was not to be left out so he got doggy style over my face and worked his dick into my mouth so that I was stuffed on both ends. I was sucking Erazo’s hard dick when Armando suddenly stopped and yanked his dick out of my ass. I pushed Erazo off to see what was wrong and Armando was looking at, holding his dick, which was leaking precum from his gaping piss slit. “What’s wrong,” I asked, “Why did you stop?” he did not answer so I turned to Sancho and asked again. Sancho asked Armando in Spanish then said to me, “He is close to cumming, but is afraid – for you. He is afraid you do not know he has AIDs, and he does not want to make you sick. It took his mother from him.” I turned to Sancho, my heart breaking a little for Armando, “Tell him it is OK, I know, and I want it. I am already POZ so he cannot hurt me. Can you make him understand?” As Sancho repeated what I said, I pulled Armando close to me, kissed the tip of his dick, looked up at him and smiled, then laid back and raised my legs again while pulling Armando back to me with my right hand. When Sancho finished, Armando still looked a little confused and unsure when he looked at me. “Por favor,” I said, “Cum in me, Si, Si, in my culo, por favor, si si. It’s OK, cum in me, please fuck me, I WANT your cum, I want your leche!” Erazo seemed to understand and said something too. Armando smiled wide, grabbed my ankles and sank his dick back in my ass. He held my legs wide as his pace picked up and he began to unload in my ass. His dick swelled and he gyrated his hips with every spurt, working his cum into my gut walls. As soon as he was done, Armando pulled out, Erazo slid in, and I motioned Armando up onto the bed so I could suck him clean. Erazo seemed to really like fucking me with a load already in my ass and he quickly flooded me with more AIDs cum as he mixed his and Armando’s into a thick, wonderful sex pudding. I sat up, licked Erazo clean, wiped my hand on Armando’s sweaty chest and smiled at them both. Yeah, this was going to be fun. I looked over and Sancho was wiping up his own load, so I would not press it, but I wanted him to fuck me to. He was sexy for an older guy. We all got dressed, went and sat back down at the table, Armando filled out glasses and we all toasted the night. Sancho said they should leave and told los chicos to go ahead and to be back here the next day first thing in the morning. They smiled, nodded and left. “I hope you enjoyed the show,” I said to Sancho, “and that it is what you hoped.” Sancho laughed and said, “Well it sure was not like what I had seen them do before and just affirms this is the right plan. You can teach them and you know, I don’t think they have ever felt what it was like to cum in someone before, or at least not being terrified while they did it and full of guilt and fear. Thank you for giving them that.” I laughed and said, “Oh it was all my pleasure for sure. I hope next time we have a chance to do this that you will hold your cum until they go. I would love to feel you cum in my ass too.” Sancho was not expecting that and just mumbled a little before getting up and leaving as well. I was still horny as hell, but also tired, so grabbed a tortilla and some rice and beans, then went and laid down on the bed to wait for Santos. I awoke facedown to someone pressing their naked body onto mine, my legs being spread, and a hard dick working its way into my cum filled ass. “Little Papi has been busy tonight I see,” Santos whispered into my right ear, “Your ass is glistening from the cum and OH I CAN FEEL IT as I slide into you. Oh Papi, that feels good. I wanted to be here to see you take their AIDs dicks so bad, but I think we will have time for that. For now Little Papi, be a good mujer and open those legs wide because I have some more cum to give you.” Stay tuned for Chapter 7: My family and life at San Pedro Sula Prison

doesn't matter if the bottom gets hard or not. if he gets hard, I hold on to it when I'm fucking and use it as a handle.

Be proud of your little dick and it's total irrelevance. It must be a good reminder to you of your true purpose, to open your hole for tops and let them use it.