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Discovery - as told by Brandon We’d been very happily married for a little longer than three months but I suspect we were both missing a bit of variety in our sex life. For me experiencing bareback sex with Ben was starting to lose its novelty and I was starting to think of having someone else sink their pole in my ass. (With a condom of course) Particularly as I like getting fucked by big uncut dicks and Ben’s six inch cut dick not quite fit the description. I had been away on a business trip and the Friday evening I got home Ben suggested that it might be fun to have a threesome. He had met up with his college roommate and fuckbuddy Sam who he had not seen for about two years and they talked about “all sorts of things”. We talked about it for a while, where to find guys, the “agreement” and all sorts of things like that. He even suggested that “maybe Sam would like to play” and “Sam mentioned another couple in the neighborhood that plays around”. Nothing specific came out of the conversation, but the sex we had that night was particularly good. Somehow the talk of threesomes must have stimulated both of us. Usually on a Saturday morning we would spend a lazy hour or so in bed with our first coffee of the day and end up fucking. This Saturday was different. Ben said that he had a lot of stuff he needed to do and after a quick mug and a shower he was out of the house. I thought nothing of it. He returned just in time for our Saturday afternoon nap. I was horny as always and I woke a little before he did. Actually, I probably woke him as I rolled in behind him and started grinding my already hard cock against his back. As he woke he groggily muttered. “I guess I’m going to get fucked now.” “Yeah, then you are going to fuck me. I missed getting fucked this morning.” I rolled him onto his back, lifted up his ass with a cushion and spread his legs giving me access to his hole. As I moved my face down towards his anus to give him a good rimming he stopped me and guided my mouth to his hardening dick. It was odd. Normally Ben loves me rimming his ass. He loves me sucking his dick as well but he had never before guided me away from the one towards the other. I was curious enough to ask “You don’t want me to rim you?” and he answered somewhat hesitantly “No, I want a blowjob instead”. I wondered if there was something he did not want me to find out. I went down on his cock and started working him over while starting to open him up with first one finger, then two, then three. (Not that his hole really needs opening out with the amount I fuck him) I surreptitiously stuck a finger in my mouth and tasted. I swear I could taste cum mixed in with his ass juices. Normally it only happens if I fuck him twice in one session of sex. I was pretty sure that someone else had fucked him raw earlier in the day and left a load up his chute. That was against our agreement but I found it strangely stimulating to know that he was walking around with someone else’s cum inside him. I spat on my hand and slicked up my cock. I moved forward and started pushing my way in. I looked closely at his face and saw a momentary flick of panic as my meat slid easily into his slick cum lubed hole. He knew that I knew but he did not say anything. I rammed him mercilessly slamming so hard into his ass to that he uttered a little grunt of pain each time. Cheating little slut was all I could think. Have some sex on the side was one thing but bareback was completely against the rules. I normally cum quickly but my aggressive fucking and the thought that a stranger had loaded him up earlier made me cum almost immediately. I added a massive load to the cum already in his colon. I waited a few moments before pulling out and rolling onto my back. “Now it’s your turn to fuck me.” He grabbed the lube, slicked up his cock and rolled me onto my side. He slid in behind me and was soon probing my hole with his drooling cockhead. I was so hungry for his dick that it slipped in easily. Ben put his arms around my chest. While he was slowly fucking me he was nuzzling my neck and sucking on my earlobe. One of his favorite positions to fuck and I was not going to object. I found myself strangely excited by the thought that he had stranger’s seed mixed with mine brewing in his bowels he fucked me. He was obviously highly stimulated as well as it did not take long before he was firing a massive load up my chute. As we lay there on the bed with Ben’s slowly softening dick still in my ass he mentioned Sam again. “We should really both get together with Sam for a threesome. We would have a really good time with him.” I did not say anything at first but thought to myself that he had probably had a good time with Sam earlier in the day. “Yeah! I’d love to fuck your ass after he has. Your ass was so slick today it felt like sloppy seconds. Did you lube up before our nap.” He looked at me with a deer-in-the-headlights expression. “Um. Ah. Yeah. Pre-lubed.” He thought a few seconds longer before adding. “With that new lube that looks like cum.” Yeah right, I thought to myself. I got to travel a lot for work over the next month or so and between this and that we never got the threesome worked out. Every couple of days Ben would mention it, whether in person or on the phone. He kept referring to Sam and the other hot couple Matt and Josh that were in the neighborhood. He made a rather cagy reference to meeting them at Sam’s and that they were really hot guys. There were a few more times during that period that his ass seemed as if it had been well fucked and fully loaded. He also started wearing a new swimsuit around the house. A typical swimmers cut brief but with a difference. The white spandex did not have a lining and I can only imagine how see-through it got when wet. Ben told me that a friend of Sam’s who has a team had a few spare suits and gave it to him. I could not imagine what sort of swim team would wear a see-through swimsuit, and I could not help notice the TeamBB blazoned across the back. Team Bare Back perhaps? Then Ben came down with a mean case of flu which put paid to any ideas of amorous encounters with strangers for a while. No sooner had Ben started feeling better than I got it. It was the worst case of flu I ever remember having. While I was sick and feeling so shitty I spent a lot of time online surfing for porn. I spent a lot of time looking at bareback sites as I have always found bareback porn more stimulating than condom porn. I joined some of the bareback hookup sites and looked at profiles of local guys. One caught my eye, BBSam4Fun. The zip code and description fitted that of Ben’s college buddy Sam. He listed his status as “don’t know, probably poz” and what he was looking for as “My place or yours, load up your hole or mine, the more cum the better. Status does not matter, just don’t tell me.” Also BBSam4Fun posted quite a few tales in the “my last load” section of the site where he had his profile. There were some really hot posts where Sam described his exploits including one that pretty much defined his attitude to life. “I was at my friends M and J for a fuck fest. They introduced me to a really hot friend J2 dressed in a black latex outfit with a biohazzard logo in red on the front. I could not keep my eyes off his massive bulge and when he stripped down and I saw what he was packing I knew he had to fuck me. He had a massive mushroom head on his 9” uncut dick. After fucking me and leaving a huge load in my ass I returned the favor. Then we both fucked the hosts, leaving a load in each. The day ended with first B and I double fucking J2, and then M and J double fucking him. He knows how to take cocks.” “J2 and I have become regular fuckbuddies. He loves my 10 incher in his hole almost as much as I love his mushroom head filling my ass. J2 says he is thinking of getting a nice discreet tattoo, on his crotch.” Then there was another post that really started me thinking. “I introduced my new bareback fuckbuddy B to M and J. B is really hot. About 5’7”, blond and blue eyed with a really muscular lean body covered with blond fur. Yum. Who would have thought that such a cutie could turn out to be such an unrepentant cum-slut. M and J started with their usual game of pretending to use condoms, but B quickly turned that around and took all our loads. Actually six loads, two from each of us. B has a boyfriend who doesn’t know he is getting fucked and taking loads.” I also found a profile for BBcpl4loads, a couple “in the neighborhood” who seemed to fit the description of M & J. What made it all start to fit together was a blog posting that they made on the same date as Sam’s fuck fest reference: “We had some hot guys over to fuck yesterday. Since we are into gear, one of the guys wore a black latex outfit with a biohazzard logo to show off his newly diagnosed status. I got fucked by his fatheaded 9” uncut dick. The other guy is a regular fuckbuddy. He says he does not know his status but is probably poz. Matt got loaded by his 10 inches. Also uncut.” I began to wonder about all sorts of things, but kept my thoughts to myself. Suspecting that Ben was having unsafe sex with poz guys is one thing, knowing for sure is another. Plus if it was true it was probably too late to change the inevitable. So I decided to snoop around on the net. His old profile on A4A was still there under BentBoy with some subtle changes. 30, 5’7” 135 lb 30w. Swimmers build. Dark blond, brown eyes. Some body hair. White. Looking for: 1-on-1 Sex, 3some/Group Sex, Misc. Fetishes. Just a fun loving guy looking to hook up. Oral is fine but if we hook up it ends up with someone getting fucked. 6”, Cut, Versatile, Anything Goes, Don’t Know. Prefer meeting at: Your place. But on one of the BB hookup sites I found a rather new profile for BBBoy that seemed somehow familiar. 30, 5’7” 135 lb 30w. Swimmers build. Dark blond, brown eyes. Some body hair. White. Looking for: 1-on-1 Sex, 3some/Group Sex, Misc. Fetishes. Just a bareback loving guy looking to hook up. Oral is fine but if we hook up it ends up with someone getting a load up their ass not their mouth. 6”, Cut, Versatile, Anything Goes, Don’t Know. Prefer meeting at: Your place. Cummy ass. TeamBB speedo. A new BB profile suspiciously like his old one that now showed his status as Don’t Know. It seemed pretty obvious that Ben was cheating on me. Not because he was screwing around behind my back because we had agreed that was OK, but because he was obviously doing it bareback. And then there was the unseasonable flu. I had barely started to feel better when Ben raised the question about threesomes again. This time I gave him a positive response. “Sure, that would be fun. I cannot remember how long it has been since I was the meat in a sandwich. Since you brought it up, you go and find him for us. Remember, safe sex only.” Whatever happened I was going to watch him very carefully.

Choose Your Poison: Part 3 - We had barely gone a few blocks from Giovanni’s place where he had just filled me with his Italian load of AIDs cum, before the driver pulled the old taxi over, pointed, and said, “ATM’s there. You better hit it. HARD. We’ll settle up after each round.” What did he mean by that? I groaned again getting out of the car, got more cash, climbed back in and we were off. “Hey man,” I said through the window to the front seat as I leaned forward, “I don’t think this is the way to the Marriott. My cell map shows we should have turned back there.” The driver continued to smoke, and ignored me, as we got further and further away from our destination. “Sorry, I never got your name. Just, well you know, I’ve not had a chance to unpack and rest up and stuff that’s all and I’d really like to.” The old taxi skidded slightly as the driver pulled over to the curb, set the car into park, turned and said, “Look man. Rip gave me orders. I follow the fucking orders and my understanding was you would too. Right? Right. So shut the fuck up, let me drive and just continue doing as you’re fucking told.” He turned back onto the street and then said, “Don’t ask about names again. They don’t fucking matter unless Rip says so.” I shut up then and watched the city go by as we made our way to our next destination. Soon I started seeing more and more rundown looking folks on the streets, which looked pretty deserted otherwise. I was getting nervous, but knew I shouldn’t. The Ripper had delivered so far and I had not even fucking made it to my hotel. Hell I had taken and tasted more toxic dick in the past few hours than I had in the past few months. So I figured I would enjoy the thrill of the risk and bug chase and the hot burning in my ass reminded me how good a dirty breeding could be. The taxi slowed, the tires scraped against the curb as we pulled close to the sidewalk. I had to get out the driver’s side as there was a pole blocking the other door, and when I did, my taxi driver smiled, stamped out his smoke on the street, slapped me on the back and said, “Welcome to skid row bitch. Get your bag, let’s get in out of the fucking cold and warm up.” Even in the brisk morning air the ghosts of skid row were haunting the streets – homeless men, thieves, addicts, thugs, and those just looking for trouble or a score of one type or another. I may have been dressed a bit nicer than some, but I was the same, and my heart beat hard against my chest as my mind raced with the opportunities I could see all around me. I looked up at the broken neon sign that had once said HOTEL in some forgotten color. Now, even the painted letters were faded and hard to read, so clear this place was not on any tourist map. The front door had bars on it and the glass was caked in dirt and grime with a few cracks and nicks in it and its hinges squeaked loudly as my taxi driver opened it. The echo of the door banging closed against the metal jam almost sounded like a gunshot and made me jump, making my driver laugh at me again. Fuck, I was going to make him smile for other reasons as soon as I got a chance. We stepped across the cracked tile to a plexiglass window that was almost as dirty as the outside that was situated underneath a faded sign that said FRONT DESK. “YO WINSTON, WHERE YOU AT?” my driver yelled as he rapped his knuckles on the window, “COME ON MAN, GOT YOUR GUEST FOR YOU.” While we waited I looked around at the peeling wallpaper, missing light bulbs, and the shadows of the people haunting the halls, their passage marked by coughs and sighs. I was drawn back to the window as Winston slid the metal grate to the side that was on the back of the plexiglass window, planted his arms on the counter and said, “Fucking hold your horses. Christ, I heard you but I had to finish taking my shit.” From his name I expected some old man in suspenders I guess, but Winston looked about 35, with long stringy brown hair and a long beard and mustache. The dark circles under his eyes, his gaunt appearance, and the telltale tracks on his arms showed he sought extreme entertainment. My driver said, “This is the fag chaser I told you about. You got the room ready next to mine? Good. I need to take Charlotte down to the shop real quick, so get him settled up. I’ll be back in 30.” With that, my driver headed out the door leaving me alone on skid row with Winston and his hotel of horrors. I reached into to my pants to get my wallet but Winston had stepped away from the counter, I heard keys jangle, then a series of locks on the door to the front desk/office turn and click. Winston stepped out into the hall, handed me a big key attached to a plastic circle that said 314. The plastic was as filthy as everything else and it looked like someone had actually chewed on it as there were clear teeth marks around the edges. “Excuse me,” I said, “Don’t you need my credit card and stuff?” Winston laughed, coughed and hacked, spit on the floor, and replied, “Fuck no. Cash only. $50 a night – for you anyways. Come on. I’ll show you to your room.” Winston started to walk down the hall, I grabbed my bag and followed him into the gloom. We passed an elevator that was clearly broken along with a couple homeless looking guys who were standing beside one of the room doors, smoking, and talking in hushed whispers. One of them eyed me up and down and licked his lips, my hole twitched, he reached out and patted my ass and I stopped. My pig instincts went on high alert. “I’m not surprised Brucie’s taken a liking to you right off,” Winston said as he turned to see why I had stopped, “He’s always bragging about some suburban housewife he nailed in an alley or some shit. High classy pussy fucks – guess you qualify. Brucie, show him your dick. I bet he’ll take it for you.” I nervously stepped back as right there in the dim hallway in front of Winston and the other dude, Brucie unbuckled his belt, fumbled around and undid his pants and let them drop to floor. He then pushed aside the layers of shirts and coat he was wearing and smiled as hefted a nice thick dick for me to see. Brucie then took two awkward steps towards me, his dick now hard. I set my bag down and reached out to stroke his family jewels, but Brucie just turned me around and started rubbing his hand up and down the back of my pants. I looked at Winston, who’s dark eyes now shined as he said, “Pull your pants down. Let’s see how good of a bug chaser you are.” I quickly took off my coat and tossed it onto my suitcase, then unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down as Brucie’s rough, calloused, dirty hands quickly snaked inside the back of my underwear and his finger found my hole. He spit once, twice, then shuffled a step as I bent forward and grunted as his dick popped into my tender and juicy ass. My whimpering turned Brucie on as he forced his homeless dick deeper into my sore hole. I was still throbbing from Giovanni’s tortuous fuck, but Christ, I couldn’t resist this dirty dick and it felt so God damn good. “Is that some high class pussy Brucie?” Winston asked, “It’s some freak shit pussy for sure. Hell. You’re just a nasty fuck aren’t you?” Brucie responded with a breathy, “YEESSSS,” and my reply was a series of grunts and moans as Brucie started to long dick me. The other homeless dude wanted in on the action now too and had opened his pants and leaned against the wall stroking as he watched Brucie fuck me. I side stepped a little and begged, “Please let me suck it,” so Brucie paused, turned us both to the left, and started pounding me raw again as I now slurped on a smaller, but ripe and rank dick. Winston was now standing by my shoulder, jacking his dick fast, “FUCK THAT ASS BRUCIE…GIVE HIM YOUR BUG JUST LIKE YOU GAVE IT TO ME…GO ON MAN…TURN THAT HIGH CLASS PUSSY INTO STREET TRADE…YOU FUCKING NASTY AIDS FUCKER…GET VICIOUS…ROUGH THAT HOLE UP…OH FUCK I’M GETTING CLOSE...” I didn’t want any cum wasted so pulled off the dirty dick I was sucking and begged, “Please shoot it in my ass, please!!!” Winston stepped back towards my ass, Brucie yanked his dick out, I gasped, the guy I was sucking stuffed his dick back in my mouth, Winston shoved his inside me and snarled, “TAKE MY DICK YOU FUCKING TRASHY BOTTOM WHORE…TAKE IT RIGHT NOW…CUMMING UP IN THAT ASS...” Just like that I guess he was done and I had barely felt a thing. His dick was not that big and I did not feel it when he shot, but he must have and as soon as Winston pulled out, Brucie slammed back in and as he picked up his pace Winston said, “SLUT FUCK HIM BRUCIE…SLUT FUCK THAT ASS…PUSH MY CHARGED CUM UP IN THERE…TURN HIM OUT…HARDER BRUCIE…HARDER…FUCK HIM HARDER….” Brucie dug his nails into my flesh as he grabbed my hips, raised up on his toes, shuddered, and bred me. A few more strokes to mix the two loads together, then Brucie pulled out of my ass with a loud SLURP and cum and ass juice started dribbling down into my pants. I pulled off the guy I was sucking, but his dick still was not fully hard and he clearly was not into fucking me as he immediately tucked it back into his pants and shuffled off a little further down the hall. Brucie was standing there, his hands out and to his sides, his dick arched, slick with charged cum, shivering. I stroked it, then turned and slid it back inside once – twice – then pulled off with a wet PLOP. “Can you go again?” I asked Brucie. He just shook his head, pulled his pants up, so I did the same. Fuck, why is it that just as my ass gets going the dicks tap out? Winston interrupted me with a sigh and a short, “Come on.” I gave Brucie a nice smile who gave me a leer back and rubbed the bulge in his pants as a parting gift as I followed Winston up the rickety stairs. “Thanks man,” I said to Winston, “That was hot,” as the stairs creaked and groaned under our weight. “I was sort of worried someone might see us.” Winston shook his head, “Too early. This time of day there’s usually no one around except maybe Brucie and a bud or two. The end of the work day and after the bars close late at night is when things get crazy.” At the second floor landing Winston stopped, “These are my hourly rooms. Shared bathrooms at each end of the hall. I know Booker’s got shit planned for you, but if you are ever looking for anything else, just hang out down here, you can find it – pussy, chicks with dicks, drugs, thugs, whatever your freak is. But I don’t allow trouble in here. Most everyone’s a regular, so you’ll be safe – safe enough anyways.” We went on up to the third floor, walked back toward the front of the building and he stopped in front of 314. I turned the lock, stepped in, Winston flipped the light switch and the lone, bare bulb that hung from the ceiling did little to help the dreariness. “Do you know Rip?” I asked as I set my suitcase down and tossed my coat onto the old, wood chair beside the bed. “And who’s Booker?” Winston stepped into the bathroom, turned on the light, came out, “Yeah I know Rip, but I don’t talk about my customers – especially him. Booker? The guy who dropped you off. That’s what we call him. It’s one of his side hustles, he’s a bookie for the races and illegal boxing matches, and all kinds of shit that most folks try to avoid.” I couldn’t help myself and had to ask, “So is what you said true? Did Brucie give you HIV? So you’re POZ? Are you guys like together or something?” Winston looked at me, an array of emotions quickly coming and going across his face before his dark eyes settled on mine, “Oh yeah. I got kicked out of my parent’s house, ended up on the streets, Brucie was like a big brother to me. Showed me the ropes. I hustled for a while to try to pay for art college, but well, you saw, my dick’s not really big enough for that so Brucie hooked me up with some other assist and in turn he took my ass. End of story. He’s a good friend – he’s fucked up as hell – well ain’t we all – but Brucie’s got some demons and fucking potent demon seed. I still let him fuck me, hell let most anyone who wants to fuck me if they come up a bit short for their room. It works out alright. OK, enough of that. I need to get back downstairs.” Winston went back into the bathroom and rapped on a door on the other wall, “This leads to Booker’s room. You guys share the bathroom.” He walked back out, “There’s a lock on your door, just turn it from the inside. Everyone up on this floor are longer term folks and like I said you’re safe enough, but it’s here if you want it. The phone doesn’t work and Booker can show you some of the corner places nearby where you can grab something to eat.” Winston then just stood there expectantly, oh right the money, so I pulled out my wallet, gave him $200 for the four nights, he looked at it, looked at me, raised his eyebrows, so I gave him $100 more. He smiled, nodded, tucked the bills into his pants and said, “You take care of me – I take care of you. Come on down if you get bored. I’m always around. Or roam the halls, I’m sure Brucie will fuck you again if you want but he’ll need some cash in return and he tends to get VERY rough so if that’ not your thing, just tell him to ease off.” I nodded, Winston left, and I went to stand by the old radiator that was under the window overlooking the street. At least the heat worked. All the cum in my ass was trying to come out and I knew I was supposed to keep it in, so I lay down on the queen size bed. Damn what was that smell? I rolled over and smelled the blanket and bed – fuck hell it was like stale, old dog piss and fuck knows what else. The initial wave of revulsion was replaced with a desire and thirst and I wondered if Brucie liked watersports? Just then the door banged opened, Booker stomped in, “What the fuck you doing?” he asked and before I could answer he said, “Christ’s tits its cold out. So I hear you’ve been a fucking whore – HA! I could tell. It’s the quiet clean cut ones that’s the biggest fuck freaks. Winston said you got ridden good by Brucie huh? Yeah he’s a buggy fella alright. OK, Rip will be here soon, time to get you ready.” What? Rip was coming now? I stood up, “Umm.. could I get some beer or something?” I asked. Booker had walked over to the bed and was busy pulling the blanket and sheets off and tossing them into the corner. Fucking hell no wonder it stank. The mattress was stained almost black in places, and I really did not want to know with what. “No. Time for your inspection. Get your clothes off and get over here,” Booker said as he grabbed a large paper bag he had brought in with him and set it by the bed before checking his watch. Bend over and let me see you gurl pussy. Good, nice and shaved.” I flinched and grunted a little as Booker poked two fingers into my fucked hole and a third as he started scratching at my insides and fingering me rough and hard. Booker kept rough fucking me with his fingers, his nails scraping me up like a doze at a strip mine. “Here’s how this works,” he explained, “You get one chance with Rip. His rules. His way or no way. Rule #1 – You will be naked, head down, ass up on the end of the bed with the door unlocked. Rule #2 – All he wants to see is your cunt ready to bred and knocked up. You’ll have a sheet draped over your body and head. DON’T TAKE IT OFF as you will NOT see his face and will NOT look at him. Rule #3 – Set your offering for Rip on the chair. If he likes what he sees and is feeling it – your cunt and the stacks, then shit will go down. If not, he’ll take the cash and role and that’s the end of that. Rule #4 – No talking unless Rip tells you to. Rule #5 – You can use these poppers if you want, but keep them under the sheet. Rule #6 – Keep that cum in your ass and if you got to piss, you better do it now, but remember, not a drop of that cum gets loose so I’m going to watch to make sure.” I grabbed my wallet, pulled out a stack of bills, the figured what the fuck and set my wallet on the chair too beside the stack. I was all on and ready. I then walked across the cold floor to the bathroom and tried to piss. My dick was trying to get hard as I thought about Rip and the fuck to come. Booker was standing in the doorway, “Jesus hell, get on with it,” he ordered, but between trying to clench my hole shut to keep the cum in while trying to relax to keep my dick down, I was as dry as the Sahara. Finally, after straining and focusing hard, I was able to let out a steaming stream, which reminded me, so I turned my head and asked, “Do you like watersports? I’d like to drink your piss too if you into that.” Booker chuckled, “Fucking freak faggot – damn – so you want to be a toilet too huh? We’ll talk.” A deep rumble from the street outside drew Booker’s attention and he walked over to the window, pulled the tattered curtain to the side, wiped the fog and grime off the glass, looked down and left, and said, “Come on. Time to get shit going. Get on the bed. He’s here.” Booker untangled one of the stained sheets from the pile on the floor as I scrambled onto the end of the bed. He tossed the two pillows at me that I placed under my torso and chest to give me some support, and then got on my hands and knees and edged myself back to the end of the bed. Fuck I hope the bed will hold. Booker flung open the sheet and let it fall down and over me. He then lifted up the back and folded it up over my hips and tucked the sides down under my stomach and between my legs and the pillows. “Oh here,” he said as his hand snuck under the sheets and handed me the poppers. Then as he rammed his nails into my hole one last time he said, “Remember the rules. Either way, I’ll see you in a bit.” I heard Booker go into the bathroom, close the door to my room, open the door to his, and shut that. The room was warm, but I was shivering in excitement and almost forgot to hit the poppers. I focused on that now, the rush making my head pulse a bit, then my body relaxed. Twice more and then I heard a THUMP – pause - THUMP – pause - THUMP – pause - THUMP – pause – THUMP. The sound of heavy boots coming down the hall got closer, and closer, and closer, and time slowed. The boots paused one last time. The door to my room slowly opened and I held my breath. The boots took a step in, then another, the door closed. They paused. I exhaled and started to breath fast like a rabbit knowing there was a predator lurking just outside my hutch. The boots slowly stepped over to the chair, the creak and groan of leather alerting me to his other movements. There was a CLUNK. Something heavy had been sat on the chair. The boots came up behind me. The powerful odor of leather – and man musk – permeated through the sheet. I began to shake. A large, leather gloved hand ran two fingers up and down my wet crack. The Ripper was here and I trembled as I remembered the last part of his ad that said, “ALL THAT COUNTS IS WHAT WILL LEAVE YOU SORE – MY 10+ INCH DICK AND DON’T BOTHER CONTACTING ME UNLESS YOU KNOW YOU CAN TAKE IT ALL ….”

BAD SANTA: For most people, Christmas is a time to relax, hang out with family and friends, eat, and just chill. Not me. For me, its’ crazy as fuck, busy as hell, and the most stressful time of the year, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You see, Christmas time is when I use all my saved up vacation from work to volunteer for my favorite charity and deliver toys and gift bags to needy kids, families, hospital patients, and elderly people throughout the city. Thanksgiving is really when it all starts now. Because of the big shopping days, me and the other volunteers start prepping in early October and by Thanksgiving weekend we have Santa’s Workshops set up in every major mall in the area. At the workshops, parents can have their kids sit on Santa’s lap and do the usual thing, but it’s also a chance for us to share with them the work our charity does, how they can donate gifts or cash for those not as fortunate. Those donations are what let us do the gift bags and in the end it all comes back to Santa and his workshop. Well this year, Santa’s been an asshole. A couple assholes. Usually we don’t have a problem finding good Santas as a lot of folks appreciate the extra pay and cash for pretty easy work. But between some folks moving to a warmer climate, others being too old, and this year a couple Santas who decided being alchoholics would go unnoticed, it’s been hell. So here I am on a Saturday morning frantically interviewing potential Santas for that afternoon’s workshop at two of the malls. If I can’t find somebody, there are going to be a lot of disappointed people. I had just spent the past two hours in a basement interviewing the worst set of Santa-wannabees I had ever seen. Fuck! Maybe – just maybe – there were two that could manage. I had to decide quickly as I would have to call them within a couple of hours to get them to their Workshops on time. I was just packing up my papers when the door opened and in walked a man who made my knees buckle. Tall, dark, about 220 pounds, and a smile that could have been on an angel. He boldly walked over to me and shook my hand, “Hey, DeShawn. Is this where the Santa interviews are happening?” I could only stare. His eyes were a mocha brown with bright flecks of gold and when he shook my hand it felt like little electrical arcs danced up and down my arm making the hairs stand on end. “Oh..Umm..yeah… I’m sorry. You just missed it. The interviews are over.” The guy kicked at one of the folding chairs, “FUCK! Fucking Metro. Look man, sorry…sorry…it’s just you know? Metro? They always fucked up. The train got stuck at L’Enfant Plaza, I had to call my cuz to come pick me up. I really need this man…look to be totally real with you…I just got out recently… of the pen…and not for not super bad shit or whatever…just stupid shit…and…anyways…I…I just need a chance.” Damn. It was the holidays and I did believe in giving folks a chance if I could. “OK,” I said, “But no promises. Here. Fill out this form. I have one opening downtown at City Center and the shifts are 3:00-9:00, Thursday through Sunday and there’s usually other shifts or events on the other days that can get picked up if you want.” DeShawn beamed, and clenched his fist in joy, “Fuck yeah! Thanks my man. Thanks. We doing this in here? Let me just go tell my cuz Andre. Can he sit in here? Chill out while we do whatever?” I nodded, DeShawn hustled outside and a minute later walked back in with another guy who clearly was family as they so closely resembled each other. Andre pushed one of the folding chairs a little to the side, pulled up his jeans then sat down, then reached inside his sweatshirt and pulled out what looked like a joint, put it to his lips, and lit it up. I turned to DeShawn, “Hey, he can’t be smoking weed in here man.” Andre exhaled a thick cloud that smelled heavenly – and I thought hell, this must be what frankincense and myrrh smells like. DeShawn patted me on the shoulder, “No, no, no, he’s not. It’s a little K2, you know spice. It ain’t weed. It’s all good – yo Andre, spark me up.” Andre pulled another smoke out of his pocket, stuck it in his mouth beside the first one, hit it with the lighter, and held out his hand with the now lit spice roll for DeShawn. I watched as DeShawn inhaled deep, closed his eyes, his shoulders relaxed, a small grin spread across his face, he opened his eyes and weaved his head from side to side, “Fuck yeah. Much better. Want to hit it?” Andre’s expression was blank as I glanced at him, then looked back at DeShawn and his offered smoke. “I’ve never done that before. I better not,” I said. DeShawn hit it again and I closed my eyes, enjoying the smell and the slight tingle I felt. He was looking at me when I opened my eyes, his dimples marking the smirk on his face as he held the smoke, then exhaled and said, “Come on. It’s good shit. It’s the fucking holidays man, here, just hold it firm between your lips, inhale deep and hold it. Just once to start, then we’ll see how you do.” I shrugged, took the smoke, and felt really self-conscious having him watch me. So, I closed my eyes, held it to my lips, the heat of the smoke just at the edges of my fingertips and I inhaled deep. FUCKING WOW THAT SMOKE BURNED! But as I let it out, it was like all my fucking tension went POOF and then this nice, warm, even elation flowed over me. Fuck that was good. I wanted more! DeShawn laughed, “Ease up man. It’s your first time. Cuz and I, well we smoke all day so this ain’t nothing. Fuck. This just a taste of a taste for me. If I was really partying...well fuck now you don’t need to hear all that. I still got to interview right?” Oh damn, the interview. Santa’s Workshop. “Yes, yes, yes,” I stammered far quicker than normal. “So tell me why you want to do this?” I did my best to pay attention as DeShawn answered that and several other questions as he completed the application form. Honestly, I didn’t hear squat. The smoke had created this itch, this want, this need in the pit of my stomach – the need to get fucked – and with two hot black men sitting within feet of me it was impossible to focus. I dutifully made some random notes on my clipboard then said, “Yeah – ah – well – I – how about you try on the Santa suit? We might not even have one that fits you.” DeShawn was like a wide-eyed kid as he stepped towards the far wall and the rack of Santa suits. He kicked off his high-top, red sneakers, pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on the floor, then slid his jeans and underwear right down and stepped out of them and kicked them to side and began flipping through the suits that were hanging up without a care in the world – stark fucking naked! DeShawn paused, pursed his lips a bit as he blew his smoke towards me then said, “Here, have another hit. Do it a couple times this time. I think you’ll be good.” My hand shook as I took the smoke and then glanced at Andre. He was leaning to the side with his left arm resting on his left thigh, his smoke held tight between the thumb and forefinger. When I looked at him his brows furrowed a bit, his eyes focused on me, his left upper lip raised slightly as if to say, “I see you – you fucking cock hound.” I turned my back to Andre and looked at DeShawn who had pulled a suit off the rack. I openly stared at his taught body, his ripped abs, the V of muscle that formed and led the eye to his greatest gift of all – that BIG BLACK COCK – his BBC. Why is it BBC when everyone calls it a dick I wondered? Then I wondered why I thought that. Then I wondered who called it a dick first? Then I almost dropped the smoke as the heat got too close to my fingertips. DeShawn was laughing as he looked at me. He had on Santa’s coat and hat but was naked from the waist down. His dick was long, thick, with very little hair at it’s base and a ridge of foreskin cradling the head. God damn he was sort of hard! “What do you think?” DeShawn asked as he held the coat open and gave me a knowing smile. I was without words as he stepped up to me, took the smoke, hit it once, twice, a third time, then as he exhaled he walked over to Andre and dropped the remainder of it on the floor, which Andre stamped out with his boot. My mouth was dry, I couldn’t focus, well I could but all I could see was a BBC. “Did you know Jesus was black?” DeShawn asked me. What the fuck? I looked at him, confused, and bewildered. He repeated his earlier question, “What do you think?” Did he just shift his hips to make his dick flop around? Is that precum drooling out his piss slit? “I…yeah…yeah you got the job. I just uh…need to call the other Santa and let him know where to go.” I half stumbled to other side of the room as DeShawn and Andre huddled up. Somehow I managed to call one of the other interviewees, told him where to go, and when I hung up and turned back around DeShawn was standing by Andre with another smoke in his hand held out towards me. “Come on. Join us. I want to fucking celebrate. I got time right? Shift does not start for what…4 or 5 hours? We good then. So yo, anyone else coming through this joint? Like co-workers, other Santas or shit?” DeShawn asked. I shook my head no and watched as he sauntered over to the basement door, slid the lock in place, sauntered back, smiled, and said, “Now we can party. You driving? Have to work tomorrow too?” I patted the set of keys in my pocket and shook my head no. He just nodded back, held the smoke to his lips he had held out for me and relit it, then handed it to me and hit the one in his other hand. I joined Andre and DeShawn in sucking on that spice and fuck it felt good. Andre was still sitting in his chair, all chill and relaxed. DeShawn was sort of bouncing off the walls and me, well I was in a bit of a daze just standing there. I realized DeShawn was talking to me and when I looked he was moving his hips back and forth, his long dick smacking first one thigh then the other. I licked my lips. “Yeah fucker you like that shit huh?” DeShawn asked. “You know I can’t focus on doing the job up right when I’m all backed up you hear me? What you think I should do about that?” I looked from DeShawn to Andre and back. No way was this happening. DeShawn stepped right up to me, his breath hot and fierce on my neck as he leaned forward a little and whispered, “SANTA’S GOT TO BUST HIS NUTT. CAN YOU HELP ME OUT? GO ON TOUCH IT. SEE WHAT SANTA HAS BROUGHT TO TOWN.” DeShawn inhaled sharply as I reached out and slid my right hand up and down his hard dick. “That’s it little boy,” DeShawn whispered into my ear, “STROKE THAT MOTHA FUCKA, FEEL THAT DICK SLIME OUT, FUCK I GOT SOME EGGNOG FOR YOU. WHAT YOU SAY? YOU WANT MY EGGNOG? YOU WANT SANTA TO CLIMB DOWN YOUR CHIMNEY? FUCKING LITTLE ELF.” I could only moan as DeShawn now started to nibble on my neck then kiss it before sliding his tongue up and into my ear. I was moaning, my eyes closed, when Andre – who had not said a word the entire time – said, “Finish that blunt then suck my motha fucking dick.” I opened my eyes and saw Andre was standing up now, his fly was open and dick that was a twin of DeShawn’s was hanging free, just waiting for my mouth and to top it off he had found one of the red and green elf hats we use at the Workshop and had plopped it on his head slightly crooked. I inhaled quick and sharp on the smoke I had, dropped it on the floor, put it out with my shoe and watched as DeShawn circled me like a lion on the savannah sizing up the morning’s prey. A BIG BLACK HAND REACHED OUT, DESHAWN GOT RIGHT IN MY FACE AND SAID, “BEND OVA AND SUCK HIS CANDY CANE. I KNOW YOU WANT TO. I KNOW YOU’RE A DICK SUCKA, SO OPEN THAT GOD-DAMN-WHITE-MOUTH AND MILK THAT SHIT.” The sudden, hard edge in his voice was a total turn on and I could only comply with his demands. I bent forward and like a calf to the teat started sucking on Andre’s monster, elf dick. DeShawn knelt behind me and I started to knead my ass with his large hands. I moaned in pleasure, my mind flying, my body alight, my mouth so full. I then realized he was licking my ass, his tongue was pushing onto my hole and I moaned, wanted more, needing to feel it deeper. “WHO SAYS FRUIT CAKE AIN’T TASTY? RIGHT CUZ?” DESHAWN ASKED AND ANDRE LAUGHED IN REPLY. “YOU READY TO GET THAT STOCKING STUFFED? FEEL THAT CHRISTMAS YULE LOG RIDE ON UP IN YOU? FUCKING-A MY BALLS ARE READY TO BLOW THIS NUTT, THAT’S RIGHT, BEND THE FUCK OVA AND SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT SANTA TO FUCK THAT HOLE.” No, no, no this was not right. I couldn’t. I had obligations. Duties. I had to focus. Oh hell – no matter what I tried my mind was gone, the spice was in charge – no, Santa was in charge and right that second he was pushing his dick into my ass. “Wait wait please,” I said suddenly feeling 100% sober, “You need to put a condom on. OK?” DeShawn slapped my ass hard, “Yeah OK,” he said as he turned me, I heard him sit down hard in one of the folding chairs, his hands gripped my waist hard and as he pulled me back towards him, Andre pushed forward, his dick aiming for my mouth. The fuzzy white trim on the arm of the Santa suit tickled my sides as DeShawn wrapped his left arm around my stomach and pulled me backwards. He then jammed a finger into my spit slicked hole and immediately found my prostate, which sent quivers of joy through my body. “Yeah that fucking honey pot’s ripe, ease on down, there you go…trust…this will feel even better,” DeShawn said. My knees bent slightly and I could feel the bulbous head of his dick pushing against my ass. “Please…no…” I begged again, “The condom….” I could feel the deep rumble of laughter from his chest as DeShawn dismissed my please, “I got you. Hey cuz, let him hit your blunt right quick. OK now, toke on that shit hard and deep into your lungs like 3 or 4 times and each time hold it as long as you can.” I took the smoke from Andre, hit it like DeShawn said, on the 4th time as soon as I sucked it in, Andre took the blunt back, smiled, and took his own hit. The hot rush was coming on like a semi on an ice-slicked road and there was no stopping it and he could tell. My body relaxed, I exhaled two lungs full of smoke and then RAM! I bent my head back, my throat strained to yell, no sound came out just a whimper as DeShawn had used my relaxed state to force his dick inside my ass. DeShawn’s voice was distant through the pain and the spice high, “TAKE THAT FUCKING CANDY CANE. YOU BEEN A BAD BOY? I THINK YOU HAVE, TIME FOR SOME COAL UP THAT STOCKING. DAMN CUZ, JUST WAIT TILL YOU GET UP IN THIS ASS. SHIT’S TIGHT, BUT NOT FOR LONG – RIGHT?” My ass started to bounce up and down on his rough, black dick as DeShawn took me for a ride. When I opened my eyes Andre was standing right in front of me jacking his steel, hard dick and I knew right then he was going to fuck me too. As if on queue, DeShawn stood up with me still impaled on raw dick, reached out and slapped Andre’s outstretched hand, and tagged out. DeShawn yelled, roughly yanked his dick out of my ass, stepped to the side and Andre grabbed me, dug his hands into my hips, turned me to face the chair, bent me forward and slammed his dry dick in. I cried out, they both laughed, Andre pulled back and slammed me again, this time going to the hilt as my ass opened up and let him in. Two big hands were now holding the back of the chair steady and DeShawn bent forward and smiled at my wild eyed, ragged breath self, “TELL SANTA WHAT YOU WANT.” I gasped, shook my head, “FUCK ME, OH PLEASE GOD DAMN FUCK ME.” DeShawn stood up, laughed, “I CAN’T HEAR YOU,” HE SAID. “SANTA THINKS YOU SAID YOU WANTED SOME RAW DICK. IS THAT RIGHT? SANTA THINKS YOU WERE BEGGING FOR THAT SPICED UP EGGNOG DEEP IN THAT HOLE. IS THAT RIGHT? I SAID IS THAT RIGHT, CAUSE IF NOT, WELL….” and with that final word Andre pulled his dick out leaving my ass twitching and in dire need. “THAT’S RIGHT, THAT’S RIGHT, PLEASE STICK IT BACK IN. DON’T…DON’T…”I begged. DeShawn bent forward, “Don’t what?” My eyes focused, I pushed my ass back, “DON’T STOP FUCKING ME UNTIL YOU CUM. I WANT IT ALL. I WANT ALL YOUR CUM, PLEASE, PLEASE CUM IN ME.” DeShawn laughed, patted my head, and I looked back at him and said, “YOUR’E A FUCKING BAD, BAD, SANTA.” The cousins busted out at that and as Andre slammed his dick back into my bruised hole, DeShawn started stroking his drooling meat at eye level and said, “You got not fucking idea.” A couple hours later we laid entangled in a pile of Santa suits, elf costumes, backdrops, and anything else that had been in fuck-stumbling distance that was soft. Holy hell it was going to cost me a fortune to get all that shit dry-cleaned. Andre had me on my side, my left leg raised, as he frothed up the last load he had deposited into my now gaping ass. DeShawn was lying on his back, his dick spent, his balls drained, and Santa was a happy man. I figured he was checking his messages as he was swiping back and forth on his cell phone, chuckling now and then. He then held it out for me to see and there was a picture – nice close up shot – of me with a dick in my mouth. Fuck! DeShawn started swiping again and said, “Happy Holidays. Aiight, time to get it on. Cuz, I’m going to snag your ride, head home quick and shower up for my job.” DeShawn stood up, stretched, and walked over to what appeared to be the only untainted Santa suit. He nodded, “No worries. I got this. Cuz’ll keep you busy I think.” Andre slid out of my ass and I gently reached out and felt my nutt-filled hole. The constant pounding I had taken from both men had all been raw and they had bred me repeatedly, while keeping me spiced up. The cousins were huddled up now, Andre said something that made DeShawn loudly go, “OOOO,” then put his clenched fist in front of his mouth, double over in laughter and joy, and nod his head vigorously in agreement. I stood up, found my clothes on the edge of the pile and started to put them one when DeShawn hollered, “YO GET THAT SLUT ASS OVER HERE.” I walked over and stood by the cousins. Andre had pulled a cigarette out of a pack of Newport 100s and was smoking away and DeShawn looked all set to go and assured me he was good, then said, “YOU EVER SMOKED A DIPPER BEFORE? NO? YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS? NO? WELL LET’S JUST CALL IT A CIGARETTE WITH SOME SPECIAL SPICE ON IT. THAT’S ALL. GIVE ANDRE YOUR KEYS. HE’S GOING TO TAKE YOU ON A SHORT RIDE TO OUR TRAP HOUSE AND GET YOU WETTED OUT. NO WORRIES, HE’LL WATCH OUT FOR YOU AND WHEN I GET OFF MY SHIFT I’LL SWING THROUGH AND SHOW YOU HOW FUCKING BAD SANTA CAN REALLY BE.”

The only good thing about being a Mall Santa - beyond the extra pay check and the opportunity to take some time off being a bouncer at the bar - was the eye candy. Sure, brats leapt onto my lap (and more than a few managed to kick me in the balls doing so) and sure sometimes there's barf and there's a hell of a lot of crying, but some of the young dads are hot, but this year's prize definitely went to one of the elves. I'd never see him at my other job as there was no way he'd step into something as untrendy as the bear bar, but I got to see him just fine in his tight green elf pants (which were more like shiny spandex or yoga wear than actual 'pants'). And, before he put on his overly long elf jacket, I could see he was slender, sported some sharp little nipples which looked to be perfectly edible. Naturally he was a dirty blond, had soft brown doe eyes and even had dimples. He was the best damn thing I'd ever worked with - except for the attitude. I hated his attitude. See, he was a snob, an effete twink who knew he was cute and liked to drop comments into conversation to make sure we all knew who was looking at him (and that he'd noticed.) Once he found out I was gay, something I let drop casually to see if it would shut him up, it changed in tone, but his remarks were no less obnoxious, if anything, his remarks were even more unpleasant. For example I remember he said "I bet it's nice not having to worry about your gut, y'know, being a bear and all" and “I work really hard to stay this healthy and it’s a lot of work" and "It's gotta be hard to be around all the younger guys, eh? They probably blow right by you" and "I'm sure the bear community is interesting, I guess, but I'd get bored with all that flannel and denim." Stuff like that. Still, as flaws went, it wasn't insurmountable. I liked young fellows with attitude; I liked to put them in their place and drill it out of them, and as for his mouth? Well, I had gags aplenty at home. As for his crack about how hard it was to stay healthy, I had something hard I’d love to introduce him to, and damn the consequences. To him, anyway. Being Santa, I got to give the elves names, and he had no choice but to answer to Twinkie when we worked together, although his name was Parker, and I made sure to make him do any of the lifting - if only because I liked to watch him bend over, as only then would his coat slide up enough to show of his firm round ass. "Shouldn't you do this?" he'd ask, grunting lifting up the boxes of candy canes and little toys we handed out to the kids, trying to goad me on by adding "Aren't you supposed to be a big strong muscle bear under that costume?" It was said with mild contempt, and I could definitely hear it. "Oh I can lift," I replied in a low voice into his ear as he passed by, "...but I prefer to shove." He stumbled, and nearly dropped the box. His eyes widened, as I put my Santa beard on over my actual short beard, and of course I smiled at him. "What?" he asked. I smiled wider. "You heard me. We bears don't mind getting rough. Especially when there's good reason." I let my eyes trail up and down his slender form and then put on my hat and left the little changing area in Santa's village to go to my throne. When Twinkie showed up a few minutes later, he was a little more polite than usual at first, though he was back to his usual self by the end of the shift. The next afternoon, he dropped another obnoxious comment, "It's hard to find guys who care enough about personal grooming. All that hair, ick!" I waited patiently until there were no kids around and nodded at the red and over-sized white striped pole that was near the candy canes were stuffed in an open sack. "Hey Twinkie, give my pole a good rub-down." He blinked at me, obviously not accustomed to being on the defensive, and in a shaken voice asked "What?" I gestured to the North Pole. "It's dusty. Rub it down. I'm sure you know how. It's not complicated." He blushed, but I was the boss, so he grabbed some paper towel and a bottle of cleaner and started to clean it up. "That's right," I said, pitching my voice to him as I walked past on my way to the throne. "Get it just wet enough. You don't want it too slick, or you'll never get it off." I squeezed his shoulder, and felt him shiver beneath me. I watched him work, and he didn't meet my gaze at all, and just before he was done, I saw him put his hand in his pocket and adjust himself. I smiled behind my Santa beard. This was going to be fun. I went in to full gear with him. Anytime Twinkie was alone with Santa, even if it was just a few seconds between kids, I'd find a way to drop a suggestive comment into the mix. "So what would you like Santa to shove through your chimney, Twinkie?" or "You want to suck on something? I got something right here." (And with that I would hand him a candy cane) or "Is your costume okay? You keep tugging at it" and "Santa could definitely use some warm buns - the pole sure is chilly." I'd grab his shoulder and squeeze when I could, and before long he was flustered and clumsy. Here was a boy who'd never had an older daddy bear chasing after him, and he had no idea what to do. His first few attempts at banter fell a little flat, and when I turned his comments into further innuendo, he fell quieter each time, just blushing and going about his day. "I'm pretty sure Santa would bring you any toy you'd like, Twinkie. You want to reach in and see what he's for you?" He blushed redder. "I bet elf-ears make great grips." This made him nearly trip. When we were changing after our shift on the last weekend before Christmas, he kept his back to me, and I admired his firm buns. When he tugged his jeans on over his elf tights I let out a little chuckle, and he flinched. When he put on his jacket and turned to leave, he saw I'd shucked down to my wifebeater and jeans, and I caught him looking at my wide chest and thick arms. "You see something you want for Christmas?" I asked him. He shook his head, blushed again, and said he'd see me Christmas Eve. "Sure thing, Twinkie," I said. "And I've got a present for you, too." He looked up, and I smiled at him in a way that made his whole body shiver. He moved to leave and I stepped in front of him just enough to make him hesitate. "Excuse me," he said. I smiled again. "I thought twinks just blow right by bears like me." He bit his lip, and had to slide by me. I let my hand brush his thigh and the back of his ass, and he let out a little breath as he escaped. I laughed loud enough for him to hear, and then got changed. Christmas Eve there were four of us working, and I brought each of the other elves a present to take home – Twinkie eyed his nervously – and when the long day finally ended, I turned to the other two and said, “You two can go ahead. I’ll give Twinkie a ride.” If they noticed his discomfort, they didn’t care – he’d made no friends of any of the six of us he worked with with his initial attitude – and they left as soon as they could. I watched Parker open up a box to put the last of the toys and candy canes in while the mall announced it was closing. “You make sure that whatever goes in goes in tight, Twinkie,” I said, and he bit his lip, working silently. We pulled down most of the more portable bits, and after a half-hour or so, I nodded. We were still in costume. “Okay,” I said. “The mall maintenance crew will do the rest before opening on Boxing day. Come on,” I said. My little elf followed quietly into the small room behind the throne, and I pulled off my beard and hat, waiting for it. I started to undo the buttons on my Santa jacket before he finally said something. He’d taken off the elf jacket – I could see his slim body trembling a bit in his plain white t-shirt and those tight elf pants and stupid curly-toed shoes. “Where’s my bag?” I feigned looking around. “Maybe one of the other elves took it?” He looked at me. “Please.” I smiled. “Let me look in Santa’s sack.” I made a show of looking in it, then said. “Nope, no clothes in there. Hey – check your present out. I know I said it was for later, but open it now.” He glanced around, then went to the box I’d wrapped and marked for Twinkie. He pulled it open quickly – he was a tearer, I noted – and then opened the lid. “You like it?” I asked, smiling. “You could wear that.” It was a green jock strap – the same colour as his elf costume – and across the waist I’d had “Twinkie” embroidered. He looked up at me. “Look,” he said, but his voice cracked a bit. “I’m sorry about all the stuff I said... You’re a nice guy.” I smirked. “No I’m not. I’m not nice at all, Twinkie. But I think you like that. Or at least, your dick does, if that semi you’re sporting is any indication.” He bit his lip, and I took a step toward him. “Tell you what, Twinkie. Maybe you should get changed, and sit on Santa’s lap, and tell him what you want for Christmas.” “I want my bag,” he said, but his voice had even more of a tremble to it now than before. “Then ask Santa,” I said, and smiled at him, pulling off the jacket and dropping it to the floor. The wifebeater I wore underneath was a bit damp from the work we’d been doing. I turned the only chair in the small room around, and sat on it, spreading my legs a little and crossing my arms. He looked at me for a long time – I imagine he was trying to stare me down – but I just held his gaze and smiled. Finally, shaking even more, he started to walk toward me. “No no no,” I said, raising one hand. I let my arm flex, and I saw his eyes shift to look. Oh, this was too easy. “You need to get dressed up for Santa.” He froze. “I...” “You want to ask Santa for a present, don’t you?” I smiled, and stretched my arms over and behind my head until my back cracked. He winced at the noise. Then he nodded. I watched him shuffle back to the box he’d unwrapped, and then he turned his back to pull his t-shirt over his head. I laughed low in my throat, and he flinched again. The smooth skin at small of his back emphasized his narrow waist. I laughed again when he kicked off his elf shoes and then hurriedly peeled off his elf tights in one quick motion and stumbled a bit trying to put on the jockstrap as quickly as he could. I got a great view of his lean legs and his round ass cheeks, as pert and tight as I imagined, especially when he bent over to step into the strap. I caught a glimpse of his balls, too – he had low-hangers – and was unsurprised to see no hair on him anywhere. He stood there, facing the wall, just breathing. “Come on over, Twinkie,” I said. He took a deep breath, and turned around. The bulge in his jock-strap made it obvious that despite his mild protest, he was definitely reacting to the situation. His stomach was as smooth as I imagined, and his chest was lean and fit. His nipples were as small and as sharp as I’d imagined, and I couldn’t help but leer at him. He approached slowly, and I made a grand show of patting my thighs. He shifted awkwardly in front of me, and then started to sit down across my thighs. I wrapped one thick arm under his and with a quick tug I pulled him into my lap, where – no doubt – he could feel my already obvious hard-on pressed between his wonderful ass cheeks. He shifted, and I wrapped both of my arms around him and squeezed. “Well hello, Twinkie,” I said, and he ducked his head a little, his hands gripping tightly in his lap, obviously trying to cover his arousal. I put my lips to his ear. “Have you been naughty or nice?” He looked up at me, his brown eyes wide. “What?” I raised one eyebrow. “You know how this works, Twinkie. First Santa asks if you’ve been naughty or nice.” I let go of him just long enough to wrap my arms back around him and squeeze, pinning his own arms against his chest. He was sitting across my lap, his legs over the side of my chair, and squeezing him pulled his face more toward my chest. I squeezed again. “Now, Twinkie, have you been naughty or nice?” “I...” He swallowed. “I’ve been nice.” I laughed, and it wasn’t a ho-ho-ho. “Oh, Twinkie. Santa has a list, and he knows you’ve been naughty.” I slid my left hand across his chest, and pinched one of his pert little nipples. He yelped, and squirmed in my lap. It made me growl low in my chest, and my dick grew harder. I looked at his jock, and saw he was definitely squirming in a good way, too. “Naughty or nice?” I repeated, rubbing his nipple again. “Naughty,” he said. I laughed again. “Good boy, Twinkie,” I said. “Now, you know what happens when you’re nice?” He swallowed. “I get a present?” I nodded, and squeezed again. “Very good, Twinkie. Now what do you think happens when you’re naughty?” He closed his eyes for a second, and I shifted just enough to grind my hard-on against his butt. He squirmed again, and it felt just as good. “N-n-no,” he wavered. “Santa gets the present,” I said, and with that I slid my left hand down his back and let one finger slide between those delightfully round ass cheeks just a bit. He let out a yelp, and tried to slide off my lap. I held him long enough to let him know I could have made him stay on my lap, then let go. He slid off, but I moved my hands to his shoulders and pushed hard enough to make him sit down at my feet. He looked up at me. “Time to give my pole a rub-down, Twinkie,” I said, and undid the broad flap on the Santa pants. His eyes locked on my crotch as I unfolded the pants open, and revealed the black jock strap I was wearing underneath. “Then I can have my bag?” he asked. I liked this – he was agreeing already, in his own way. “Then you can ask for your bag,” I agreed. He leaned forward, and lifted a hesitant hand. I reached out and took his wrist and pressed it against my hard dick. He rubbed it, applying a little pressure, and kept his eyes away from mine. I chuckled, and he looked at me. “I’ve seen you do better. You know better. Rub it down, boy.” He bit his lip, but shifted forward between my legs – which I spread a bit wider for him – and then he used both hands to pull my dick free of the jockstrap pouch, tucking it to the side. I’m sure the thick hair bugged him, but he wrapped his hand around my shaft and gave my dick another tug. He watched the foreskin tighten, and then gave it another tug. I got harder, and my cockhead started to peek out on his down strokes. “Now get it just wet enough, Twinkie.” His brown eyes met mine for the briefest of moments before he looked down again. His hand shook on my hard dick, and I exhaled long and loud. “Come on, Twinkie. You want to ask Santa, don’t you?” He leaned forward, moved one hand to my thigh, and then opened his mouth to suck my dick. When his lips wrapped around my cock, I let out a contented rumble, and leaned back in the chair. He was breathing quickly, and I had the urge to grab the back of his head and shove him down until I was in his throat. I resisted. Barely. He bobbed his head down a bit, and I groaned. The elf was a decent cocksucker, it turned out. I shouldn’t be surprised. The loud ones are always the ones gagging for a dick. After he sucked for a few strokes, I couldn’t resist putting a hand on his head, and though he tensed, he didn’t pull away. After a few more strokes, his tongue licking my dick and him getting used to my thick cock, I tightened my hold on his hair and lifted off the chair a bit to meet his sucking with a short thrust. He gagged a bit, but I held him firm as his hands gripped my red cloth pants. “Yeah, Twinkle, that’s not bad. You’re doing good, boy.” He slurped and sucked and sometimes gagged a bit, until finally, when I was good and hard, I pulled him away from my dick with a quick jerk. His brown eyes were watery with tears from when he’d gagged a bit. I looked down at him, and he bit his lip when I tugged his hair tighter. “Please..?” he said. “What’s that, Twinkle?” I asked, amused. “Can I have my bag?” I smiled down at him. “You don’t ask from down there, boy,” I said, shaking my head. “You know better than that, boy. Back onto my lap. And ask properly.” He shivered, and his eyes widened for a moment. “What?” I spread my legs a little wider, and slapped my red-cloth-covered thighs. My cock stood tall and proud – I’d put on a cock-ring before work for just this moment. Parker swallowed, but he rose shakily, and once again tried to sit sideways across my lap. “No no no,” I said, and grabbed his waist, turning him to face me. I slid my legs between his, one at a time, and then pulled at his waist until he slid forward and crouched over my dick. He sat down with a whimper, and I felt my cock pressed between those luscious round cheeks. His face was right in front of mine, flushed and awkward. He stared at my chest. I wrapped my arms around him again, and rocked him back and forth a bit, my cock sliding along his crack. “Now then,” I said, leaning ahead and putting my beard right against his ear. “Do you have a question for Santa, Twinkle?” “Can I have my bag?” he asked. “Hrm,” I said, and shifted my weight under him, rubbing my dick between his ass cheeks again. “Santa will let you reach into his bag, since you’ve admitted to being naughty. Let’s start with that.” Parker tensed, and I leaned over – more wonderful friction between my dick and his sweet cheeks – and I glanced down to see a telltale wet-spot on the front of his green jockstrap. His dick was very hard. I pulled up the bag and held it just a little out of his reach. He leaned over to get it, and I shifted just-so underneath him, rubbing my dickhead across his pucker for a moment. He let out a little whimper, and I smiled and let him reach into the bag. He pulled out a smaller bag, one of a few I’d put in there, and he held it in one hand. I slid my hands back to his waist and pulled him back onto my lap again, grinding my dick up between his cheeks and pulling him even closer to my stomach and chest. He undid the knot on the bag with trembling fingers, holding the small red bag over my stomach and then reaching inside and pulling out the first of the two items – a small bottle of lube. He swallowed. “There’s more, Twinkie,” I said, and took the little bottle from him. He reached in again, and pulled out the ball gag. I could tell at once he had no idea what it was, and I smiled at him. “It’s to stop naughty boys from saying naughty things,” I said, and he bit his lip frowning at the rubber ball and straps. “Please, I... I’ll be nice...” I smiled, and took the ball gag from his fingers with my free hand. I pressed it against his lips, and he whimpered before opening his mouth. I pushed it in, and then put the small bottle of lube in my mouth while I took the straps of the ball gag and tied them around the back of Parker’s head. I took the lube from my mouth and smiled at the young man. His eyes were wide. “That’s much better,” I said. “Can’t say naughty things, can you?” He made a noise, and I smiled even wider. “You know, I think Santa’s pole isn’t as wet as it needs to be. Don’t you agree, Twinkie?” Parker whimpered as I uncapped the lube and squirted some onto my open hand. When I reached behind him with the hand that held the bottle and tugged him up and off my dick, he pressed against my stomach and chest, shaking as he spread his thighs and balanced on his knees in a half-crouch over me – it wasn’t a position he could keep for long. I rubbed my lubed hand against my dick, then started to stroke my fingers up between the young man’s ass cheeks, pouring more of the cool liquid onto my fingers and giving his pucker a little prod with my finger tips. Parker’s hands gripped my shoulders and he was breathing in little puffy breaths, his knees shaking against my thighs, propped up against me. I moved my head a little and found his little pointed left nipple with my mouth and gave him a little bite. Ah, his nipples were sensitive, as was his little twink rosebud. Perfect. I sucked on his nipple. The noise he made into the gag was music to my ears. I pushed a little harder with my fingertip, and he pushed back against me, unable to help himself and still perched half up on his knees. “Oh, Twinkle,” I said, freeing his left nipple and sliding my mouth across his chest to the other side. “I think you want to be nice for Santa, don’t you? Very nice indeed...” He shivered again, but when I gave his right nipple a stronger bite, his whole body shook and the groaned into the ball-gag and my fingertip slipped into his pucker. I rubbed at him for a few moments while I chewed on him, and he groaned and writhed against me, his legs now quaking with the effort to stay upright against me. His hands gripped at my shoulders, now a bit damp with sweat, and I growled as I bit and sucked and licked at his nipple. I slid my finger further into him, prodding a little further, and he groaned again. Enough. I pulled my finger free – he let out a small moan into the rubber ball. I dropped the lube, gripped my dick, and reached up to the back of his neck and pulled him back down, aiming my cock upright between those pert round ass cheeks, right at his pucker. He cried out into the ball-gag, but gravity was against him, not to mention a big bear with a strong arm. He sank onto my dick and I felt that tight bubble butt open for my cock a few inches. He tried to brace himself against my shoulders again, and his head hung, his eyes clenched shut, while he grunted and groaned into the ball-gag. He was crouched, half-buried on my cock, his lean thighs shaking with the effort. “Oh, fuck yes,” I growled, and gave him a little buck. He cried out into the gag again, and squirmed on my dick, which only made my cock go in deeper. He whimpered and I pulled on him again. “Come on, boy,” I said. “You know you want Santa’s dick... that’s a bear dick sliding into you, boy...” I bucked again, and he cried out again, his legs shaking, and another inch of my cock slid inside him. He was so fucking tight. His voice was perfect now that it was silenced by the rubber ball-gag. “Oh, that’s a nice boy,” I growled. “Santa wants you to side down on his lap, and then you can ask him again, like a good boy...” Parker whimpered into the ball-gag, but his legs were shaking from his awkward crouch, and his ass was sending his brain the feedback that all good bottom boys get when there’s a dick half-way up their hole. He sat down on my dick, his cheeks speared on my dick, and his own dick hard and poking out now from the pouch of his green jock. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing in sharp puffs from his nose, still crouched above me, his calves now bearing his weight but his legs still half-bent in a squat. “Look at Santa, boy,” I said. He opened his eyes, and met my gaze. I nodded, and slid my hands down to his waist and gave him a sharp tug towards me. My cock ground around inside him, and his surprised yelp into the ball-gag made it obvious that my cock was rubbing him just right. Typical twink bottom boy – get some meat into him, and he just can’t help himself. “Okay, Twinkie. You want Santa to give you presents, don’t you, boy?” I tugged him toward me again, my cock hard and buried balls-deep up his ass. He groaned wildly, and nodded. I smiled, and ground my cock into him again, then reached over to my bag – not the Santa bag this time, but my own – and pulled out the cuffs I’d put in there. Parker didn’t notice at first, he was enjoying my dick rubbing him as I tilted, but when he saw the cuffs, his eyes widened. “First present, boy. Hands,” I demanded. He was shaking, but he held his hands out in front of him, obeying. I cuffed his wrists together, and then pulled his arms over my head, his cuffed hands now trapped behind my neck. Then, with no further pause, I started to jerk him towards me with rough tugs to his waist. He groaned and grunted, crying out, and I felt his hands twist and writhe behind my head. “Yeah, that’s a good present for you, boy, isn’t it?” I growled, and when he didn’t answer, I slapped his ass with my hand, hard. He yelped into the gag. “Isn’t it?” I asked again. He nodded, making inarticulate noises into the gag as I ground my dick in a slow circle inside him, rocking him to the left and the right. “Hold on, boy... This hairy bear has another present for you...” I gripped under his legs, and rose from the chair. My cock, buried in his tight pucker, must have speared him as I slowly rose to my feet, and he moaned, his arms tight around my neck, his back arching, and his legs wrapped around my waist. He was helpless, hung around my neck, impaled on my cock, and totally at the mercy of his ass, which was definitely clenching around my meat. He groaned and grunted as I managed to grip his ass in one hand to hold him in place while my other shucked the oversized red pants down. I stepped out of them in nothing but the black boots now, and then walked with the young man riding my dick all the way to the one solid wall of the little hut – the one built against the back of the escalators in the mall. I shoved him into the wall, and buried my dick into him hard. He cried out again. “Okay, you little shit,” I growled into his ear. “You’ve been a pain in my ass for weeks, and now I’m going to take it out on your ass in trade.” I slammed him again, burying myself deep. “With interest.” I pressed him against the wall, and used one hand to tug his head to the left, so I could rub my rough beard all over his smooth neck before giving him a rough bite and other three hard thrusts against the wall. Parker whimpered and moaned and cried out into the ball-gag. “Such a fucking whore, aren’t you?” I snarled. “High and mighty, but put a dick up your ass and you’re nothing but a chew-toy for the bear, aren’t you?” I squeezed his ass cheeks so tight it would bruise, and rammed him again. He cried out into the gag again and again. “Aren’t you?” He nodded over and over, agreeing as his skin grew wet with sweat. My wife-beater was getting wet with my own sweat, and I could smell us as I fucked him like the cheap little shit he was. “You ready for your last present, boy?” I snarled at him, reaching up and gripping his chin with one hand, and making him face me. His eyes were wide and they fluttered when I rammed him again and again, the friction magic with the lube and his tight hole. “Boy?” I growled. He nodded. I reached under him, and unsnapped the cockring. My balls ached with the urge to spunk inside him. Then I reached back up gripped the back of his head. I picked up my pace, ramming him ruthlessly. “Here’s your choice, boy,” I said, voice even. “You can let me breed you boy – fill you right up with my dirty bear cum and give you the gift that keeps on giving – or you can have your clothes back. Your choice.” His eyes widened as what I was saying made it to his foggy getting-fucked brain. I laughed when I realized it took him so long because he was so close to coming himself. “I’d say you’ve got about six or seven thrusts from this bear dick before you need to choose...” I undid the snaps on his ball gag and tugged on the ball-snapping it free. I rammed home again. And again. “Please!” he gasped. I rammed him again, grinding him against the wall. “Please what, boy?” “Oh!” he gasped, “Oh, oh fuck! Please! I need... I can’t...” I fucked him again, and his moan seemed to come from deep in his stomach. “What do you need? You need me to fuck you and fill you up, don’t you boy?” I rammed in hard. “Yes! I mean, oh, I mean...” His head slammed against the wall with every thrust, and reached up and gripped his head in both hands, spearing him against the wall with one last rough lunge as my balls unloaded deep into his boy-ass. His eyes never left mine, and he cried out as his own dick spurted between us, slick against his smooth stomach and rubbing into my damp wife-beater. I stayed buried inside him while my cock surged twice more, and then ground myself into him a little bit before I pulled away from the wall. His arms tightened around my neck, and he let out a little choked sob. “You want your clothes now, boy?” I asked him. My cock slid free from his ass, and I felt some of my sperm drip onto my thigh as he shifted to stand on his own feet, his arms still around my neck. I fingered his slick hole, and he whimpered a little. “What’s that?” I asked. “Yes please,” He said. I smiled. “Good boy. And then Santa will give you a ride back to his place. He’s gonna fill your chimney with presents all night long, boy. You like that idea, Twinkie? This bear is gonna tie you down and you’re going to learn how much you like a hairy man who can plow you so hard you’ll be begging to pass out. You want that for Christmas?” Parker looked at me, and swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.” I smiled. “I like your attitude.”

I was on Grindr this morning and got a message from someone that was extremely close by. Turns out he's staying in the same hotel. He simply said, "R U INTO ANON FUCKING?". I replied back, "FUCK, YEAH!". He asked for my room number. I gave it to him and told him to just push on the door. I'd have it fixed so he could just come in. The room would be dark. I asked if he wanted me on my knees, to suck him first? Or did he want me ass up on the bed. He said, "Ass Up". I quickly closed the drapes. Turned off all the lights and stripped. There was just a faint light coming through the edges of the draperies to give a soft light in the room. You could make out shapes. But not see faces unless up close. I kneeled on the edge of the bed. With my bottle of poppers in hand, I waited to hear the door open. In just a few minutes, that wonderful sound of the door opening and closing was heard. I took a couple of strong hits from my popper bottle as I felt him feel my ass and rub my asshole. I heard him removing his pants. Then felt his mouth on my hole. He licked and slid saliva up inside my hole with his tongue. Then I felt his cockhead press against my hole. He grabbed me around the waist and pushed up into me. Ahhh.....It felt great sliding into my hole. He felt like he was sliding 6 or 7 inches into me. It had a nice thickness, too. Best of all, he was rock hard. His Grindr profile said he was 29. Not a word was spoken, but he pounded me hard and deep for about 6 or 7 minutes, until he finally slammed deep into me and filled my gut with his load. He just as quickly pulled out, pulled up his pants and left my room. All without a word spoken. I never saw his face. Or any other part of him. I loved being filled with the hot cum of someone I have no idea who he was.

Yes you're selfish. Some guys won't mind if it's just casual sex, but if you're ever hoping to settle down, you might want to become a bit more flexible or your options will be rather limited. You know what a good litmus test is for what guys think of you? Fuck buds. If guys you like don't want to hook up with you a second time, you are probably a lousy top, a selfish top or all of the above.

The Agreement and Marriage – as told by Brandon Ben and I met through the internet as so many guys do these days. We were both looking for sex on a Saturday afternoon. I was browsing A4A and I saw an ad that I liked, just my kind of guy: BentBoy 28, 5’7” 135 lb 30w. Swimmers build. Dark blond, brown eyes. Some body hair. White. Looking for: 1-on-1 Sex, 3some/Group Sex, Misc. Fetishes. Just a fun loving guy looking to hook up. Oral is fine but if we hook up it ends up with someone getting fucked. 6”, Cut, Versatile, Anything Goes, HIV Negative. Prefer meeting at: My place, your place. I sent him a message, he responded and within an hour he was at my place for sex. Except that we did not have sex right away. We both enjoyed each other’s company so much that we talked, had a few drinks, and went to dinner and then fucked, and fucked and fucked and then finally on Sunday evening he left. We spent every weekend together after that and many week nights as well. Ben moved in with me about six months after we met. Everything was great until I was trying to find something in the bathroom. As I opened Ben’s side of the bathroom cabinet something fell out. I bent down to pick it up and I noticed that it was a bottle of Truvada. I confronted him about it. “You said you were negative. But I found this!” He shrugged. “Before I met you I was a single gay man, having sex with multiple guys; you never know what you are dealing with. So my doctor recommended it just to be on the safe side.” What he should have added was “and having bareback sex whenever I can”, but he did not say it and I did not think it. I looked at him straight in the eye. “You and I are both very sexual guys. I don’t know if you are still having sex with other guys while we are together. I just don’t want to know about it if you are, and if you are you have to be safe, just like we are. Always use condoms.” Ben just grinned at me. “No. I have not slept with anyone else since I met you. I just had the Truvada left over from before.” He paused. “Do you really mean what you said about sex with other guys?” This conversation was rapidly escalating to something we had not discussed before. “Yeah, I guess so” I answered. “We are both horny guys. Sometimes stuff happens. Just play safe. No bareback.” I was thinking about PrEP, and why Ben may have been taking it. Ben smiled. “You know me better than that. We have always used condoms. I use condoms. But I would like us to be able to get rid of them one day when you are ready. Once we have been tested. Then we can bareback, you and me.” We did not discuss this again until we had been together for a bit more than a year and decided to get married. We had a long discussion about an open relationship versus monogamy. We agreed that we both like sex too much to be constrained to the bounds of monogamy. If one of us had a little “side sex” because it was just too tempting we did not want it to destroy our relationship. I really enjoy group sex and I was hoping that we would progress to threesomes and more once we had been together for a while. We agreed that we would not go looking for sex outside of our marriage, but that if it happened it would be OK if we did it together. If one of us did something on his own the rule was it had to be safe, and that he did not need to tell the other. We decided that we would get tested and then bareback with each other, but never with strangers. I had only ever had safe sex but because of the “agreement” Ben would not need to be on PrEP. He had stopped taking it sometime before I discovered the bottle of Truvada. Little did I know at the time how much Ben liked being bred and that he should have continued taking his little daily pill. Our wedding was simple. We rented a house on Fire Island and invited only a few of our closest friends and family. One of Ben’s friends officiated and we got married wearing only speedos on the beach at Sunset. Ben’s only regret was that his best friend and roommate Sam from college could not be with us. He had moved away a few years earlier and they had lost contact. After way too much to drink and a good dinner we headed off to our room to consummate our marriage with me losing my bareback virginity. We did not waste any time, immediately undressing each other and then making out on the bed. After about fifteen minutes of sucking, rimming and kissing we were ready for the next step. I rolled off him and we were lying side by side on our backs on the bed. Both of us were rock hard at the thought of what was coming next. Ben looked at me with a grin. “Since this is your first time bareback you get to choose. Fuck or get fucked? I’ve had it a lot both ways but I think you should get fucked and take your first load. Then you can fuck me.” Ben had obviously already made up his mind as he was generously lubing his fat dickhead and shaft. I did not really need to think about it: “Get fucked.” He motioned me over to sit on it. I eased myself down and relaxed my anal sphincter. I felt his fat cock head probing my ass lips and then it entered my chute and slowly started to move up my rectal passage. It was nothing like I had ever felt before. His dick slipped in so much easier than when it had been encased in latex. I felt incredible pleasure as it slid up easily stretching me out until it entered my colon. Sitting all the way down driving his dick as deep as it would go, I relished the sensation of getting fuller the deeper it went. I waited for a few seconds, getting used to the girth of Ben’s meat in my chute. Then I started fucking myself with his dick. I had never really enjoyed getting fucked before but this was different. Maybe it was because I knew it was bare and found it a turn on, or maybe it really did feel better. I loved the sensation of Ben’s slick dickhead gliding up and down stretching out my rectal walls. I was riding Ben’s rock hard dick for all it was worth, lifting all the way up and then slamming down hard. Ben started breathing heavily and he uttered “The first load up your ass. Ever” and before I had time to react, I felt Ben’s dick twitch in my rectum and start to shoot his load deep into my chute. He must have squirted half a dozen times into my hungry ass as he groaned with pleasure. I sat down hard to get Ben’s cock as deep as possible and started jerking off furiously. Ben cried, “No, Wait” but it was too late now to stop, and I came in seconds spewing my load all over Ben’s face and chest. After a few moments Ben spoke. “You wasted your load. I wanted you to fuck me next. But at least I dropped a load up your ass. How did it feel?” That was a dumb question. It felt amazing! In fact I was still so turned on that I knew I would be able to fuck him within a few minutes. We lay snuggled together for about five minutes. As we kissed and cuddled I started getting hard again. Ben spoke. “Ready for round two?” Without giving me a chance to answer he went down on my dick, expertly working my foreskin with his tongue, pushing it back so that he could slurp around my cockhead. Then he started deep-throating me, or more accurately as much of me as he could take. I knew that he was getting to taste some cum from earlier as well as a lot of pre-cum because I was very turned on by the idea of fucking without a condom for the first time. Eventually he came up for air. He grinned and kissed me on the mouth and I was greeted by the taste of my own juices on his tongue and lips. “Now that I’ve got your dick clean, you need to get my ass ready for a fuck”. He turned around and went down on his hands and knees, spreading his ass cheeks and exposing his hole. I went directly for the target; I love sticking my tongue in a willing asshole. Ben was obviously in heaven with my tongue deep into his hole. He was grunting with pleasure. “Fuck yeah, get my ass all slick with spit. Get it ready for fucking. You won’t need lube. Without a condom your pre-cum will be enough”. He was not joking. The thought of fucking him bareback was enough that my dick was leaking so profusely that it was dripping all over the bed. “Fill me with you dick. Please!” He had reached the point that he needed something bigger up his chute than a tongue. I withdrew my face from his tasty trench and whispered in his ear. “You want me to fuck you now?” “Fuck yeah. I need that fat dick filling my gut. Slide it in me now. Oh fuck. Yeah! I’ve wanted your bare cock in my hole for so long.” I slowly pushed my cock head against Ben’s hole. Ben kept his ass clamped tight. “I thought you wanted to get barebacked?” “Fuck yeah! But I really want to feel it sliding in. Push harder.” I pushed my dick against Ben’s hole again, and this time the head slipped in easily. I was not ready for the silky softness of Ben’s anal passage. It was tight but enveloped my fat dick with velvet softness. I pushed in slowly and felt as my dick head passed the inner sphincter. I thrust in deep so that my pubic hair slammed hard against Ben’s ass. Ben gave a squeal of pleasure, quite uncharacteristic for him. “Yeah! Fuck me hard. Bare at last!” I pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back in hard, keeping up a steady slow rhythm. I was reveling in the new sensation of having my thick bare dick sliding up Ben’s raw and willing ass. Ben spoke again. “Fuck! I got a lot of bare dicks up my ass before I met you, but very few fill me the way you do.” Ben was working his ass muscles to milk the juice from my dick as I fucked. I felt myself getting close and he knew it too. “Stop, wait. Not yet. This feels so good I want to sit on you like you did on me. I want to see you face when you load me up. Let’s change positions.” It was so good fucking his ass with my bare dick that I did not want to come yet either. I slowly pulled out of his ass, and then lay down on my back on the bed. He rapidly straddled me face-to-face and took all of my meat deep in his rectum. “Fuck yeah! I love this position, gets your dick really deep in my ass. Sit up and kiss me.” I did as I was told. It was the most amazing sensation deep kissing his sensuous mouth while his velvety warm anal walls were massaging my cock. He was slowly fucking himself on my dick. He started moving more rapidly, with longer strokes so that my dick would slide almost all the way out and then he would sit down hard taking me as deep as he could into his chute. He was moving too much for us to keep kissing, so I lay back and let him do the work, marveling that this incredibly beautiful man was giving me the fuck of my life. It was too much for me and I could not control myself. I felt the cum starting to rise in my balls as I got close. “I’m getting close. I’m going to cum up your ass.” That seemed to spur him on to fuck himself even more wildly as he felt my dick starting to swell in his rectum. “Fuck Yeah! Cum in me! Load me! Breed Me!” He said as he slammed his ass down on my crotch and then rising again while milking my throbbing dick with his hungry hole. As he felt the first hot blast in his gut he thrust down hard on my crotch to take my cum as deep as he could and he continued riding up and down until I had squirted the last of my seed deep in his insides. I was so turned on that I must have loaded his ass with seven or eight squirts. Needless to say the next few months were a revelation to me. We fucked at least twice a day. I just could not get enough even though I caught myself thinking a few times that I would like to feel a bigger raw dick than Ben’s, or get loaded up by a few guys one after the other. Or perhaps to fuck Ben after another guy had filled him up. I knew for a certainty that when I got to fuck him twice in an hour or two I loved sliding into his cum lubed ass the second time. I am a very sexual person and watch a lot of porn as well as enjoy a lot of sex. I also enjoy reading porn stories on the net. After being introduced to unprotected sex with Ben my tastes changed. Now the only porn I went looking for was bareback. The movies and stories I turned me on the most involved un-inhibited group sex with multiple loads being given and taken. More than once I caught myself wondering what it would be like if we were not playing by the rules of the agreement. Actually on that score I did not go out looking for something on the side as I realized the temptation to ditch the condoms and go raw would probably be too hard to resist. I joined up a few bareback hookup sites “just to see what was out there”. I also could not shake off the suspicion that I might run across a profile of Ben’s if I looked hard enough. The only profile I could find that sounded like Ben was his old profile on A4A, which was unchanged from when I first met him.

Gay men are lucky. When all you want is some good, hot sex, forget playing message tag on all those hook-up apps. If you go straight to a sex club, you get to check out the merchandise, for real, and pick out whatever you want. Plus, if you decide that one guy isn’t as good as he looked, you’re free to end it, and make another selection. As for the cost, all you have to shell out money for is the price of admission, and one or two bottles of water. Then, it’s an all-you-can-eat buffet, of cocks and asses, from the time you get there until they close the place, around 4 in the morning. I tend to be way too shy, and way too particular about who I have sex with, so, before I leave the house, I make sure I load up on some artificial courage, namely, Tina. That way, the shyness, and nervousness, and inhibitions roll right off me, and, instead of hanging back, watching other guys having a hot time, I magically become one of those guys. After I get cleaned up and cleaned out, I load the glass pipe, and stand in front of the bathroom mirror, watching myself blow clouds. I don’t know why that’s a turn on, but it is. I love watching other guys hit the pipe, and I love watching myself do it. The whole process gets me worked up, and gives me an instant hard on. I’m serious. It’s hot just looking at the little baggie because I know how good I”m going to be feeling, just 2 or 3 minutes from now. Although I love to watch myself (or anybody else) blow out a huge white cloud, when I’m preparing to go to a sex club, I’m a lot more concerned about getting seriously fucked up, without burning through a large portion of my stash. That involves sucking a big cloud into my lungs, then blowing it into a condom, then sucking that same cloud back into my lungs, again and again, maybe 15 or 20 times. Then, I repeat the whole condom exercise, 4 or 5 more times. The end result is that I’ve taken somewhere between 60 and 100 hits, instead of just a few. Now that my heart is racing, and I’m feeling like I can take on the fuckin’ world, it’s time to get dressed and hit the road. My go-to gear is a jock strap (any color but red, since I haven’t been trained for that, yet), black leather bare assed chaps, vest, biker cap and my motorcycle jacket.

As a bottom I want something in return. I am not a slave sub. You are asking for that. Bottoms who only do what you want, not returning what the bottom wants. That is pretty selfish. Of course there are guys who go for that. Not my thing. Sex is a two way street in my opinion. Top gives, bottom takes, but both getting off on the thing they want.

Sam Introduces Ben to Matt and Josh – as told by Ben It was late in the afternoon on the Wednesday after I met up with Sam again that he texted me. Sam: “Spoke to Matt and Josh today” Sam: “Told them about you” Me: “Told them what” Sam: “Told them we fucked and how good it was” Me: “Did you tell them we barebacked” Sam: “No. Thought it might be fun for them to find out” Sam: “They want to meet you” Me: “Sound like fun. When” Sam: “Tonight maybe?” Me: “Sure. I’m not doing anything” Sam: “They both want to fuck you” Me: “Bareback?” Sam: “What do you think?” Me: “Fuck yeah” Sam: “Cool. But maybe you can pretend to use condoms” Me: “Why” Sam: “Then they will try to stealth you” Sam: “Convert you” Me: “Convert me?” Sam: “To bareback of course” Me: “Aha. Games. My kinda fun” Sam: “They *never* use condoms these days” Me: “But how can we pretend then?” Sam: “With new guys they use them to make a point of losing them!” Me: “Oh. Mind games. Mindfuck” Sam: “Something like that” Sam: “Bring your smallest Speedo or your most revealing one.” Me: “?” Sam: “They have a hot tub. Into speedos and gear. We’ll probably start in the tub.” Me: “Cool. I will” Sam: “Meet me at my place at 6:30” Me: “I’ll be there” I spent some time thinking about what to wear. I finally decided on my ice-blue nylon swim brief. I loved the way it became see through when wet and I thought the guys might appreciate the look. I pulled on a pair of tight faded jeans that accentuated my ass and bulge and finished the ensemble off with a black t-shirt and sneakers. Sam was raring to go and met me in front of his condo building. We walked to Matt and Josh’s place. I was pleasantly surprised to find that they lived a few blocks away, about equidistant from our house and Sam’s apartment. As we walked the few blocks Sam told me more about them and what they were into. I really liked the sound of what I heard. Sam rang the doorbell and we waited a few moments before it opened. The guy who opened it was slim and dark, wearing a tight white t-shirt and well filled out faded jeans. I could not keep my eyes off his crotch and its ample bulge. He looked at me, and then Sam, and then back at me. “Hi. I’m Matt. And you are Ben I presume.” “Yup, I’m Ben. Sam told me a little about you guys. He says that you are always up for some fun.” He looked at me with a grin before turning to Sam. “Your fuck buddy is hot. Josh and I have been getting all worked up thinking about a foursome. No time to waste. Josh is already in the hot tub so let’s go and join him. It is at the back of the house.” We walked through to a secluded courtyard. The 8-man sized hot tub was in one corner and a really well built slightly older man was lounging in the hot water. He looked up at our approach watching me intently. As he got out of the pool to greet us I saw that he was wearing a white racer brief with no lining. I got a great view of his semi erect six inch uncut dick filling out the front of the swimsuit. The wet clinging spandex was so translucent that I could see his trimmed pubes and the small scorpion tattoo that he had on the right side of his crotch through it. We did a quick round of introductions while we all stripped revealing our swimsuits under our pants. Matt jokingly said that he had ordered a whole lot of these swimsuits from a team supplier, who could not understand why he did not want a lining. I got a good eyeful of Matt’s ample cock and then his bubble butt in his tight white swimsuit as he turned around and he moved towards the tub. There was a “Team BB” emblazoned in red across the seat of the speedo. I was had to say something. “Well, I can certainly understand why it has no lining.” As he sank back into the hot tub Matt shot back a response. “If you play nice and join our team you can have one of the extra speedos that I ordered.” I asked him somewhat cautiously. “Does BB mean bareback.” He laughed. “Of course not, we always play safe.” Based on what Sam had told me, I knew that they did not, and this was part of their game. Sam, Josh and I stripped down to our swimsuits. The sky blue nylon suit I was wearing was already showing a growing bulge and a damp spot where I had started leaking pre-cum thinking about joining “Team BB”. Sam was wearing a super low cut red bikini barely covering his crotch and ass. It was so low cut that his golden pubic hair was visible above the waist band. He saw me looking at it lustfully and quipped. “It’s Japanese. They like them low. I bought it on eBay.” And he turned around to show me that it did not cover the top of his ass crack either. Josh was also wearing a white BB suit with visible cum stains around his dick head and the seat of his speedo. Yeah right, I thought. Cum had leaked out of his ass and stained his swimsuit. Sam got in opposite Matt and I slid in between Matt and Josh and my ass had barely come to rest on the seat when I felt a hand on my crotch. Through the bubbling water I could see it was Josh’s arm. He said nothing but just grinned. Matt did not waste any time either and I soon felt him insert his hand into one of the leg holes of my speedo and move his fingers between my legs towards my anus. Sam was watching from the other side of the tub. Matt leaned over to kiss me while Josh pulled down the front of my swimsuit releasing my rapidly hardening cock. Josh started working my dick while he leaned over and nibbled my ear and Matt started working a finger into my hole. Josh whispered in my ear, loudly enough that Matt and Sam could hear. “I think Matt wants to fuck you.” Matt stopped kissing for a moment to respond. “And I know Josh wants to fuck you.” Sam lunged forward in the water and with his face only inches away from Matt and me and added. “And then I want to fuck you after both of them have.” Within seconds the four of us had our tongues and lips locked in a wet four way kissing fest. I noticed that Josh’s other arm was now down the back of Sam’s swimsuit, presumably making straight for his hole. Soon we were all kneeling in the swirling water. Since Josh was busy working his fingers into Sam’s and my holes, I decided to return the favor and had slipped my hands into Matt and Josh’s speedos. After all, from what Sam had told me they both liked to get fucked. My fingers found their holes and slipped in easily. Matt and Josh looked at each other and grinned. Sam said what we all were thinking. “I think Ben wants to fuck you both but we need to work him over first”. With that the three of them stood up and grabbed me, lifted me out of the tub and put me down on the large exercise mat that someone had thoughtfully placed alongside the tub. These guys did not mess around - they knew how to set up a fuckathon. Since I was the new meat in town the guys took control of the situation positioning me on my back. Sam pulled down my speedo and he and Josh went to work on my dick while Matt squatted over my face. I got a great view of his ass through the transparent while spandex before he pulled down the back of his swimsuit so I could give his muscular anus a workout. His hole reminded me of Sam’s - well used. He relaxed his sphincter and I was able to slide my tongue deep into his willing chute and taste the fresh cum that started to trickle into my mouth. I could not see the other guys working my dick but soon there was only one mouth. It was obviously Sam as I heard Josh say. “Keep sucking. I want to fuck you while you suck. You want that?” Sam withdrew his mouth long enough to say “Yeah” and then went back to slobbering on my cock. “I’ll grab a condom and lube.” Sam grunted the affirmative. I heard the condom packet being torn and lube being squirted. I heard Sam grunt and I knew Josh was sliding his raw dick up his ass. I knew for sure that condom never got rolled onto his dick. Matt lifted himself off my face and turned around so that I could suck his cock and I got a momentary glance of Sam getting fucked doggy style. Matt tried to distract me so that I would not see that Josh was fucking Sam without a condom. The way we were positioned meant that I could not see Josh’s dick but I was extremely turned on by the juicy slapping sounds of sex as I knew Sam was being fucked bareback and loving every minute of it. After a few minutes of sucking Matt’s dick and relishing the flavor of his copious pre-cum he looked down at me. “Now it’s your turn to be fucked. What position?” I responded “Doggie style, just like Sam.” Just like Sam meaning not only the position, but also without a condom. I got off my back and onto my hands and knees and faced towards the other two fuckers. Now I had a clear view of the action. Josh was still wearing his swimsuit, but had pulled his rock hard cock through the leg opening, and his bare meat was sliding in and out of Sam’s chute. I could also see the unused condom where it had fallen after being removed from the wrapping. Matt also kept his speedo on, but pulled down the front releasing his cock. He made a big show of getting a condom and surprised me by insisting that I roll it over his rock hard dick. I guess that was part of the game; get their willing target to be absolutely sure that they were rubbered up before getting fucked, so that they could stealthily remove it at some stage of the action. He then squirted a minimal amount of lube into his hand and smeared it on the latex; hardly enough for a good fuck. He moved around behind me and pulled down the back of my swimsuit before starting to probe my anus with his cock head. Even without a lot of lube it slid in easily. Having been fucked regularly over the last few days by Sam’s fat 10 inches, his very average 6 incher was no challenge for my chute. He started fucking me slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then plunging all the way in until his thighs and crotch slammed against me. Josh’s fucking of Sam had slowed down to the point that it had almost stopped. I guessed that he must have been getting close. Matt reached over to grab the bottle of lube. “I need more lube. You’re tight.” Well, I do know how to work my ass muscles, but he was just looking for an excuse for part B of his plan. He withdrew from my hole and fumbled a bit behind me. I heard him squirt some lube then he slid in again. Sam and Josh could see his deception and both uttered “fuck yeah” as his now bare dick entered my rectum. I had been fucked bare enough times to know the difference between latex and skin. I decided to play along with the game and see what his response would be. “You still have the condom on?” He slammed his dick hard all the way in before he responded. “Of course. What made you ask?” He thrust deeply two or three times before I answered. “Because it feels so good.” I answered truthfully. Perhaps because he thought he was getting away with his deception he started fucking me even more energetically and within a few seconds I felt his cock thicken and start to twitch as it started spewing cum into my greedy intestines. He stayed inside for a few moments and I noticed that Josh had pulled out of Sam and was moving towards us. “Matt, you’ve had you fun, now it’s my turn.” Matt’s dick was still hard as it slid out of my hole. Josh continued “Stand up, we are all about the same height, I want to fuck you standing up.” I stood up and Matt who was still on his knees started sucking my dick. Sam wasted no time and after lubing up his meat slid into Matt. Josh spent a moment looking through the handful of condoms and chose one very carefully. He made sure I saw him roll the condom over his dick before moving behind me and sliding it into my slick hole. He was grinning like the cat that had caught the canary because he thought I did not know I had an ass full of cum. He started fucking me slowly, sliding all the way in and them almost pulling out before thrusting in again. I felt him put his hand between us and I knew what he was going to do next. He gripped the condom while he thrust in deep and I felt the latex give way as the condom burst followed by the silky slickness of skin on skin. He picked up his pace. Now Josh was fucking me bareback getting close to giving me my second load while Sam was fucking Matt in front of us. “Time for a train; I want to fuck you Matt.” I said as I motioned Matt and Sam to turn around and stand up. They separated, moved apart and turned around. Matt was obviously ready for another round as his dick was rock hard and drooling pre-cum. He lined up his drooling dick at Sam’s pre-lubed hole and slid in balls deep. Then the two of them moved back until my spit slick cock was pressing against Matt’s anus. In an attempt to keep the illusion going he asked with a total lack of enthusiasm. “What about the condom? You forgot the condom.” My answer was to slam my raw dick into his well-used hole. “No point really, your boyfriend is still fucking me after he knows the condom broke and my ass is lubed with the load you shot up there. So now it is time for me to cum in your ass.” I did not last long and as soon as I started cumming it triggered Josh to start firing a massive load up my ass. Sam was the only one of us who had not cum yet. He suggested that we each get a beer, wait a few minutes and have another round. Sam got sloppy thirds, then sixths after Matt and Josh had each fucked me a second time. I got to load up Josh’s gut after Sam fucked me the first time. I got six loads that night but I thought it strange that all three of them made sure I got all their loads, and no-one else. As we were leaving Matt made a rather strange comment, but one that reminded me of something that Sam had texted me. “I hope we converted you tonight.” Josh interrupted suddenly “to bareback of course” and looked at Matt with an angry expression. Matt took it in his stride and continued “If not, feel free to come back for another round.” With that he gave Sam and I kiss and we walked out the door. After the incredible session with Sam, Matt and Josh I decided it was time to remind Brandon that we had agreed that we could have a threesome or group sex if it “just happened”. I had already exploited the “don’t ask don’t tell rule” even though I had barebacked and taken loads in spite of our agreement to always play safe. I decided to turn “just happen” into “make it happen”.

Ben Cheats with Sam – as told by Ben As much as I love Brandon I love variety in sex and love getting fucked bareback by a big dick. Really, bareback is the only way I like it, which is why I was on PrEP when I met Brandon. I fucked around raw so much before I went on PrEP that I am surprised I never got sick. We had only been married about three months and I was already ready for another guy’s dick in my ass, preferably raw. Brandon had left on Sunday afternoon for a one week business trip. Realizing that we were out of beer I ran down to the local liquor store for a six pack. To my surprise and delight I ran into my old college roommate who had recently moved back to the neighborhood. Blond haired brown eyed muscle hunk Sam. Brandon’s 8 inch dick is amazing but Sam’s 10 incher is the biggest I have ever seen (or had fuck me). Sam is uncut, just the way I like it and he had fucked me often while we were in college, always with a condom. He always pulled out to cum, pulling off the condom to jerk off over my ass or belly. I longed to take it bare and to take his load deep up my chute, but he would have none of it, always insisting on protection. We spent a few minutes standing between the rum and the bourbon catching up on all that had happened in our lives in the few years since we had seen each other last. I could not help myself looking. Sam was even hotter than when he was in college. He had obviously been working out and was tanned and buffed. His tight jeans left nothing to the imagination and I kept looking at his bulge. He noticed. “So you’re married huh?” “Yes.” “But that doesn’t seem to stop you from eyeing my meat. Looks like you want it!” I looked at him with lust. “Yeah. Brandon and I have an agreement. Sort of a don’t ask don’t tell arrangement. We can fuck around as long as it is safe and we don’t have to tell each other. Since it’s only been a few months I have not done anything yet. With Brandon out of town I have not had a fuck for days.” I looked at his crotch again. The bulge was becoming more prominent. Sam was obviously interested in a replay of those nights in college. Sam was not quite ready to respond to the hint. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to go home and jerk off to that bareback porn you love so much. That way you won’t be cheating on your husband.” “Actually, I was thinking more on the lines on what we did in college: Drink beer, listen to music and then do what comes naturally.” Sam grinned “Yeah, remember those days? We fucked a lot. You used to try and get me drunk so that I would forget the condoms and fuck you bareback! I never did give in to you, did I?” “Nope” was my response. “And now I am married with an agreement to abide by.” Sam chuckled. “Yeah! Of course. I also have my rules, just not an agreement.” He paused and looked hard at me before continuing. “How about this: We grab some beers and go to my place. My condo is only two blocks from here. Then we can catch up on old times, drink beer and see what happens.” He looked down at the growing bulge in my pants and said “Based on what your pants are telling me I’ll take that as a yes.” We each grabbed a six pack, paid for it and headed out into the street. Sam was not kidding when he said his place was close. He told me not to bother moving my car and we were unlocking his front door in less than five minutes. So convenient, a bit more than a mile from our house! His condo was sparsely furnished as he had only recently moved in, but it had all the necessary stuff. We sat down in the living room and each of us cracked open a beer. We discussed old times and old friends and what everyone was up to. The talk was getting more and more sexual and I could see that he was getting aroused, and I was getting uncomfortably hard in my tight shorts. Sam stood up. “I’ve gotta piss. Beer is starting to work. Be back in a minute.” As he walked out of the room I marveled how good his muscular ass looked in his tight jeans. While Sam was gone I looked at the Porno DVDs lying next to the DVD player. When we were in college he refused to buy or watch any bareback porn unless it was “Pre-Condom”. Judging from the titles his tastes had changed: “Truckstop Bareback”, “Bare Gloryholes”, “Bareback Cheating Boyfriends”, Cum Loaded” and “Taking Loads: Not a Drop Wasted”. Not a condom movie in sight. Sam returned carrying a couple of hand towels, a bottle of lube and some condoms. He placed them on the coffee table near to us. “I brought some supplies, just in case we decide we need them.” he said with a smirk. I had thought the whole idea was that we were going to fuck so we did need them! He grabbed “Taking Loads: Not a Drop Wasted” and put it in the player. “He turned to me with a grin. “This is one of my favorite porn movies. I love the guys’ attitudes. They’ll take anybody’s dick in their asses.” We grabbed our beers and sat back on the couch to watch the movie. The move was set in an abandoned warehouse. Guys entered one by one and soon the stars were sucking dicks and rimming asses. The movie had barely started when Sam went down on my dick. He was still as good a cocksucker as he had been in college. I watched the movie while he worked on my dick. Quite a few of the guys in the movie had biohazzard tattoos, and soon the fucking started. First it was the biohazard guys fucking each other, and then they started randomly fucking the other guys. Sam stocked sucking and motioned me to go down on him. It was wonderful to get my mouth on his massive cock and taste his ample pre-cum after so many years. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the movie had got to a scene where three bottoms in a line were getting fucked doggy style by three tops with biohazard tattoos. Unlike many movies this one actually had the actors speaking. While I was deep throating Sam’s massive dick and working his foreskin with my tongue I could hear the tops talking dirty were saying how they were going to load the bottoms with their poz cum. Both Sam and I were rock hard by this time and he was leaking copiously into my hungry mouth. He eased me off his dick and looked at me “Ready for some real action? I want to taste your sweet ass.” I got up and went down on the couch on all fours. Within seconds he had his face in my ass crack and was greedily slurping on my hole. I relaxed my muscles and he thrust his tongue as deep as he could go. I was drooling profusely by now leaving a slick puddle on the leather of the couch. This did not last long. “On your back” Sam ordered. I watched as he reached across to the coffee table and grabbed the bottle of lube and a condom. He squirted some on his hand and then worked one, two then three slippery fingers into my greedy hole. “You ready for this? I know you want it SO BAD.” He said with a grin, squirting some more lube onto his hand and slicking up his rock hard cock. He wiped his hand off on a towel and then lined up his drooling cock with my hole. Then he did something unexpected; he ripped open the condom packet and rolled the condom over my dick while slowly pushing his way in. There was a brief spasm of pain as his massive meat entered my chute and then extreme pleasure as his bare dick stretched my anal walls and started to slide up into my ass. “I know you’ve always wanted me to fuck you raw.” He said as he thrust in balls deep. “But I always played safe, never did what you wanted. Now I only fuck and get fucked bareback. But you can tell your husband you wore a condom when we fucked.” I burst out laughing, which just made him fuck harder and faster. I had forgotten how well he fucked and I was extremely turned on by his tight muscular body as he thrust deep into my gut. I put my hand on my sheathed dick but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me. “NO. I don’t want you to waste your cum. It belongs in an ass; my ass.” He was so turned on by the thought of fucking me bareback at last that he did not last long. “Oh fuck yeah. Fuck. I’m close. You always had the best hole to fuck but this is so much better.” With that his dick started to spasm and he slammed his crotch into my ass as he started to unload his seed as deep as possible in my colon. “Breeding your tight ass good.” He thrust hard a few more times spewing his load into my hungry cunt. It was really hard to not cum hands free in the condom as the experience was so intense. He remained deep in my gut for a few moments before he spoke. “Fuck yeah. That was hot. And I know you are so ready to cum that if you stick it in my ass you will cum even before you are all the way in. I nodded in agreement. He withdrew his still hard member from my ass and went down on his hands and knees. “Eat my ass before you fuck me” he ordered “Get it good and sloppy so we don’t need lube.” His anus was not the same as I remembered it from college. No longer a tight pucker, his puffy ass lips relaxed to reveal a gaping hole. Sam had obviously been fucked a lot since we had been together in college. As I thrust my face into his tangy crack and slid my tongue into his welcoming hole I heard him say. “Yeah, like it? Not as tight as I used to be because I love getting double-dicked. I can take it real easy now.” I gave a muffled affirmative as I tasted cum in his hole. So he had already been fucked today. He obviously knew what I was thinking. “Yeah, Matt and Josh loaded me after brunch this morning. You’re going to have a slick ride.” His ass was now nice and wet so I got ready to fuck him. I still had the condom on and my dick inside was slick with all the pre-cum that I had been leaking. I pulled it off and lined my fat cockhead up against his ring. As I slowly pushed in I got a thrill from finally getting to do something that I had wanted so many times in college; Get my bare dick in Sam’s needy hole. Sam was moaning with pleasure as I slid it all the way in and past the inner sphincter. I started thrusting slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming all the way home to get as deep as I could. Sam sighed.” Fuck yeah, you have no idea how many times I wished your dick was bare when you fucked me in college”. When he said that it took me over the edge and I rammed him balls deep and started loading up his ass. “Fuck bitch, I’ve wanted this for so long: Seeding you good and hard.” In that instant a long held wish came true for both of us. We rested for a few minutes taking in the moment. As I pulled out of Sam’s sloppy hole he joked. “Wrong porn movie. Should have been the Bareback Cheating Boyfriends. One of my favorites. Except it should have been husbands.” As we were getting dressed I asked Sam what had changed his mind about barebacking. It was quite by accident he told me. “About a year ago I met this really hot couple for a threesome. They said they always fucked each other raw but we agreed that when I would fuck and get fucked it would be safe. It did not work out that way and I am sure they planned it like that. We had all fucked each other at least once, me with condoms and Matt and Josh raw with each other but none of us had cum yet even though we had been close a few times. Matt was fucking Josh while I was sucking him. He turned to Matt and said I sucked better when I was being fucked and next thing Matt slid his bare cock out of Josh and slid it up my ass. No condom this time and slick with Josh’s ass juices. It felt so fucking good. Matt must have been really close because he only thrust a few times before I felt his dick swell and he started dumping a massive load in my hole. Then Josh said that since I could not catch anything from him that I could not catch from his boyfriend he wanted to fuck me raw as well and he did. Well, that did it. It felt so incredible that by the end of the evening I had seeded them both and each had bred me twice. They admitted afterwards that they liked hooking up with safe-sex only guys and converting them to bareback in the heat of the moment. I never used a condom since and I must have been bred by more than a hundred guys. Matt and Josh go as bbcpl4loads on the internet.” I wondered about the risks Sam had been taking but I still wanted him to bareback me again. I guess I should have still been on PrEP even though I had never been as good about taking it regularly as I had been about taking loads.

Let's refer to a dictionary's definition of what selfish is: "...concerned excessively or exclusively with oneself : seeking or concentrating on one's own advantage, pleasure, or well-being without regard for others"... any questions? SirPhilippe, you are selfish and it doesn't matter how many bottoms come on here and try to gas you up and/or massage your ego.

As soon as he pulls out and walks away, I turn to my right, and I’m glad to see that the black guy with the tree limb thick cock is still there, and his cock is still in my hand. I guessed that his cock was about 7” long and about 8” around. I’m talking THICK ! Before anybody else could move in, he stepped around to the end of the sling where he struggled to pull on a condom. Quite a few more guys enter the room. They obviously want to see if my ass can handle a cock that size. The guy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bottle of poppers, saying, “You’re probably gonna need these.” I didn’t argue. I started huffing the poppers, feeling the enormous pressure of his cock pushing hard against my hole. Before he’s inside, the condom breaks, and he tears open another one, to try again. That one broke, too. “That’s okay,” I said. “No problem.” As he tosses the second broken condom aside, I quickly retrieve a bottle of “Gun Oil” from my vest pocket, and hand it to him. He gives his immense cock head and shaft a good coating of the oil, then hands the bottle back to me. Someone hands him a paper towel to wipe off his hands. I resume huffing the poppers, and he steps forward, his cock pointing right at my hole. He grasps the chains that are attached to the sling, and steadily pushes forward, taking another step, then another, until, “WHAM !” Now, his super thick cock is completely inside. It doesn’t hurt, but the stretch and the pressure are incredible. He watches me, and waits. I give him a nod, and he gradually pulls his cock back about half way, then gradually fucks it back into me until his thighs are firmly against my ass. All the while, I huff the poppers as he carefully moves his cock in and out of me. I’m surprised how well I’m doing, taking a cock that big, and I’m definitely into it. For just a few seconds, I glance around at the group of guys (15 or more?) that has crowded into the room, most of them jacking their cocks and jostling for a better view of the action. Then, I look at his eyes, and I nod my head. I continue to take regular hits of the poppers, and he picks up the pace, fucking his massive thick cock in and out of me, faster and harder, faster and harder. I take a break from the continuous hits of poppers, feeling as if I might pass out. My hole just keeps begging for more. Without warning, his breathing quickens, and, with his cock jammed as far inside of me as it will go, he starts pumping his load into me. I can actually feel the jets of cum blasting out of his cock, and splattering my insides. When his balls are completely drained, we both look at each other, and grin, both feeling a thrill of achievement at what we just accomplished. After accepting load number 3, I suddenly feel like I need to take a piss, so I head for the restroom where I latch the stall door and pull out my empty water bottle from my vest pocket. I unscrew the cap, and drop in a couple good size shards. Then I aim the head of my dick at the opening of the bottle, and let it go, almost completely filling the bottle. I know that the shards of Tina will quickly dissolve in my hot chem piss. I screw the cap back on, and I take another tour of the club. I can’t help but notice that there’s a much bigger crowd of guys here, now. As I’m walking around the club, checking out all the other guys, I occasionally open my water bottle and take a few swigs of my highly charged chem piss. It isn’t very long before I can feel it taking effect, getting me more and more spun.

I park on a street close to the club, and, as I’m walking toward it, I happen to hear a homeless guy holler out, “Hey, that guy isn’t wearing any underwear !” Into the club, where I sign in, check my jacket, and buy a bottle of water, which I quickly down. Gotta keep hydrated. After stopping in the restroom long enough to shoot some lube and a good size shard of Tina up my hole, I take a quick tour of the place, and, since nobody’s occupying my favorite sling, I climb in and throw my legs up in the air, and rest my booted feet in the stirrups, with my legs spread, completely exposing my willing hole. I’ll give it a few minutes and see if I can get lucky, early on. Every so often, a few guys wander through, each of them checking me out before they continue on their way out the other side of the small room. Are they all bottoms, or just not interested ? A good looking middle aged guy wearing faded jeans and no shirt, wanders in, checks me out, on his way through, then he stops in the opposite doorway, and turns half way around. I nod my head, and move my ass around a little, in the sling. He seems to sense that I could be interested, so, after staring at me a little while longer, he walks back in, and stops at the end of the sling, placing each of his hands on the chains that suspend the sling from the beam in the ceiling. Again, I move my ass just a little, and he places one hand on my furry stomach, while his other hand explores my ass. Finally he must have convinced himself that I want to get fucked, because he suddenly pops open his 501’s (no underwear), and pulls out his cock: maybe 7”, cut, and thick, with a good size head on it, just fine to start off the evening with. And, he’s rock hard. After rubbing the head of his cock up and down my crack, he locates my hole, and works his way in. For me, the sensation is extremely intense, with all of my nerve endings on high alert from the Tina. Gripping the chains on the sling, he takes a couple short strokes, then pushes his cock all the way inside me. My, “Yeh !” brings out the aggressive fucker in him, and he gives my hole a good pounding. His cock likes that, a lot, and about 15 seconds later, his chest is heaving and he’s exploding deep inside my hole. As soon as his balls are drained, he quickly pulls out, grabs a paper towel from the shelf on the wall, behind me, and hurries out of the room. I’m thinking, “Not bad, for starters.”

Choose Your Poison – Courtesy of The Ripper: Part 1 - It hurt to piss. Burned like a little branding iron being shoved up inside my dick slit. My ass felt like glass shards were coming out when I had to go and my entire abdomen felt swollen, tender, and full. He said it would. He said I would come home pregnant with their gifts. He said, “You better be careful what you wish for.” Happy Holidays full of dirty gifts. The holiday season had arrived, but I wasn’t feeling very joyful. Usually finding a good, raw top perked me right up yet lately, that was not doing it for me either. When raw sex was being ‘implied’/shown on mainstream TV and Netflix shows and almost every other ad on the cruise sites was a top who had ‘Negative on Prep’ in their profile, being a bug chasing cum pig just was not the taboo rush that is used to be. Fuck I needed some charged up dick. In boredom, or more honestly pure desperation, I started to scan personal ads in other cities. While part of me said that desperate, the bug pig in me said I needed a vacation anyways so I might as well go someplace new and try my luck. Hundreds of ads later in a couple different cities and nothing had yet appealed me, that is until I saw the headline, “Seeking a Gangbang Creampie Princess For Anonymous, Public, Raw Breeding.” Holy fuck – that sounded hot as shit! I read the ad several times and started fondling myself as my dick got hard just thinking about the set up. In brief the guy was looking for: “…a submissive pussy who will take ANY dick in any hole – NO QUESTIONS ASKED OR ANSWERED…” “ …RAW is mandatory….” “…ANONYMOUS breedings and PUBLIC action (bookstores, car, parking garage, alley, parks) REQUIRED…..” “…must be a FREAK and NASTY…” “…TABOO, PERVERTED, EXTREME, …” Oh fuck my ass was wet just reading it. Best of all was the dude’s stats: “…looks don’t matter – yours or mine – all that counts is what will leave you sore – my 10+ inch dick and don’t bother contacting me unless you KNOW you can take it all ….” OK, clearly this guy lived and played on the wild side, and if he was real – which was a big IF given all the fakes and players online – he was dipping and slinging in some nasty shit. Even better, it was raw and no mention of status and Prep, which often means someone is POZ, does not know, or does not care one way or the other. My kind of man! The one hitch? His ad was in a straight section, but he did not say only females specifically and noted he was looking for “couples and singles”, so what the hell. I quickly typed my email to him before I lost my nerve – or hard on – starting with, “I mean no offense, but…” and then in brief told him I was planning some vacation time to his city and based on his ad, seemed like he knew the places to find the nastiest dick and could he help? In truth, I didn’t really expect to hear back. That night when I got home from work I anxiously scanned my email. Nothing. Same the next. On the third night however there was a response: “hey faggot gurl – I only deal with the serious who will submit to a cash MASTER. Send $100 by 6:00 p.m. tonight via MoneyGram. Details below and once sent, text the confirmation number. - The Ripper” Damn! Or maybe YEAH?! Well, no risk no reward and I was willing to gamble so I sent the $100 as ordered and anxiously checked my email for the next two hours hoping I would hear back. I knew he had my money as MoneyGram confirmed it was picked up at 6:10 pm, so I waited, and waited. Finally my In Box chimed – new mail! “Good faggot. At least you know how to obey. For me to consider if you are worth my time, send me an email telling me exactly what you want from MASTER. You said you want nasty dick. Well I fucking got that but I ain’t called The Ripper for nothing. That boy pussy will get shredded. Pay-to-play, but trust, you’ll be satisfied. If you want more, I want to hear that too. Tell me everything. Tell me every freaky shit, fucked up, whore faggot thing you want to do and send me confirmation that you have bought plane tickets here and booked a hotel. I ain’t wasting my time if it ain’t real time. - The Ripper” Oh my God! I jacked off right then in my chair at the dining room table as I reread his email. I then wiped up my mess, quickly got online, booked a flight and hotel, and responded back. My ass was thinking for the rest of me for sure, but the potential of what he was offering was too fucking good to ignore. Not 10 minutes after sending the confirmations of my travel, I had a response: “What the fuck? I said to tell me the freaky and fucked up shit you want to do. I thought you wanted nasty? You send me some tripe that’s all vanilla sweater-queen fag shit. Be real. I want it honest. Last chance or that gurl pussy can keep on scoping and hunting and being a desperate mutt hole. Because you must be stupid, use the checklist below too. - The Ripper” Fuck. I guess he had a point. I’m so used to filtering my dirty-inner-self so I went balls to the wall and let it all out. First I used his checklist, which was like some Dr. Frankenstein shit asking stuff like: 1. “What STDs have you had? Have now? Want?” 2. “How many POZ dicks you taken? How many AIDs dicks (and if you don’t know the difference, don’t bothering responding)?” 3. “How many raw dicks have you taken in the past two weeks?” 4. “How many strangers have fucked where you never saw their face?” 5. “What’s he wildest place you ever got fucked?” 6. “Do you have ANY limits?” OK, this dude took his shit serious and while sort of creepy, again I was so fucking turned on I had to jack off. One perverted checklist and taboo laden email later, it was time to crash. My mind was not focused on work the next day as I kept thinking about The Ripper, and wild fantasy fucks. Shit like this does not happen in real life so I might as well not get my hopes up. Yet, when I got home his email was waiting: “Good faggot. I don’t lime limits so you may just be fucked up and freaky-ass-nasty enough for a taste. You ready for some monster AIDs dick? I got you. You ready to get seeded deep by some total strangers with buggy dicks? I got you? You ready to bend over and let some other dudes watch as infected cum creampies that hole? I got you. You want to be treated like the fag-gurl-pussy-cunt-dick-craving-fuck-hole-mutt that you are? You will be. Send me your cell number again and hit the ATM and let me know how much you willing to spend when you arrive. Like I said, this is pay-to-play and if you got the cash The Ripper can make ANY-TABOO-FUCKING-NASTY-THING happen. - The Ripper” Oh hell! I was fucking flipping out thinking about that shit. Some of the things I had written down, well not stuff I would normally share I guess, but fucking Christ – this dude sounds like he can provide so what the hell. The next 10 days I spent in wild anticipation of what may come. I sent several more emails asking questions because I was nervous as fuck and wanted some reassurance I was not wasting my time and money and received no response. But, the day before I left I got a FedEx package with a DVD and a note that said, “Hey faggot gurl – here’s a taste of what I got in store for you.” I was shaking as I put the DVD in and hit PLAY. Immediately the screen was filled with white ass taking a monster black dick. The white guy was hunched over and it was hard to see more, but the black guy was really vocal, “Gonna breed that pussy with my babies, tell me you want that raw dick, tell me you want that raw nutt, come on now, let me hear you FUCKING BEG FOR THAT DICK!” Jesus I was in pig heaven. I jacked my dick hard watching the scenes play out. Clearly this was not all The Ripper as there were black guys, white guys, Hispanic, and other, but every fuck was raw, wild, nasty, and extreme for sure. In my horniness I almost missed it, but the last 30 seconds of the DVD was an audio message in a deep, masculine voice, that played against a screen of shadows with faint grunts in the background: “When you land, go to the front end of the TAXI LINE in the pickup zone, pull out your cell, call the number on the screen, and wait. You will be picked up. Then go the address below and ask for Giovanni. DO NOT go to your hotel first. Have $200 in $20 bills in your back left pocket. Make sure that gurl pussy is shaved – clean and soft – because it WILL get owned and abused. No facial hair either. You ready to get owned, used, and abused by The Ripper? You ready for some dirty dick and bug chasing you mutt pussy? You ready for what I got in store?” In the silence that followed only one word kept coming to mind – YES!!

So many guys want a raw dick and just are afraid to go for it. After I've got a guy all hot and heavy and begging to get fucked I love using the line "I don't have a condom (or I can't get hard in a condom, if he has one), but I'm totally clean and promise to pull out." I am clean, but as to pulling out - well of course I promise to pull out. I just didn't say when! I'd love to know if these guys just don't care enough, or if they really think I'm going to pull out. I have to think they know it's about a 50/50 that some guy they just met is telling the truth. We both know it's just a fuck and we both know it's about getting off. I just used this line again last night. I met a guy in a bar and it was close to midnight so it was that time when I could pretty much grab any guy I want and get laid. So I spot a decent looking guy at the bar. He didn't look familiar, a bit nervous and in a suit so I figured he was an out-of-towner. I sat next to him and gave a big flirty smile and said "Hey." He smiled and I could see he was half wasted. Perfect for what I had in mind. I had one drink, made some small talk with him, and and sure enough he invited me to his nearby hotel room. Of course I followed him back to his hotel and up to his room. I'd already gauged him to be a bottom, shy and a total push over so it just took some hot making out and I had him stripped and moaning like a little bitch in heat. I got very forceful, jerking off clothing, tossing him on the bed and then quite literally flipped him onto his stomach and announced "I"m gonna fuck your ass good, tonight!" "Be gentle," he asked, and followed-up asking "Do you have lube and a condom? I don't have any." I replied, "No, but I'm totally clean and will pull out." "I'm really tight, and have gotta have lube," he replied. I answered the issue by driving my face into his ass and slobbering all over his hole. He was in fact quite tight, but after a good ass-eating, my tongue got his fuckin' hole wet and horny, which was just what both of us wanted. Me especially since I love eating ass. When he seemed to be ready I got into position, lined myself up, and leaned over so I could tongue his neck as I pushed my way in. He moaned in double pleasure, tensing and twitching as he moaned and grunted. But I just persisted and buried myself into his ass, slow and steady, until I was all the way in and then pounded his ass like I was drilling for oil. About 20 minutes of hearing him yelling for God and feeling his buns squeezing my dick like he wanted to snap it off, I shot hard up inside his guts and he didn't say a damn word about it. I flipped him over and ordered him to shoot his load for me. I fingered his cummy hole for maybe a minute and he shot all over his belly, chest and even onto his own face. As he lay there panting, I dressed and as I hit the door, said "Thanks, buddy." Something tells me he needed my load desperately. 'You're welcome'.

Part 8 Behind me was an image that will be scarred into my psyche the rest of my life. It had to be a mask, but it looked so….real. The image staring back was that of the Devil himself, blood red with horns. The eyes were also red, and staring back at me, almost to my soul. “Look down Joey. Look what will be your destruction. Or your Salvation. Only you can determine that.” I struggled to break eye contact and moved down slowly. At the developed chest, which normally would turn me on, the nipples were surrounded by blood red bio-hazard markings. “Look closely.” At that command, I saw them. On each tattoo, on the downward points, were laughing skull tattoos. Each nipple was pierced with a very painful looking piercing, what looked like miniature spurs hanging from each side. I shuddered in fear, and the Devil grinned. “They are as sharp as you think. Keep going, boy.” I moved my eyes further and saw a paunch gut, not too big, but definitely more than I’d find attractive. “Count.” I noticed red hash marks, in groups of five, tattooed from his chest almost half way down his stomach. My final count came to 98. I looked back to his face, but was greeted with a severe slap across the face. “I did not give you permission to look upon my face.” “Lower.” As my eyes reached his cock, they spread further in terror at what I was seeing. The cock looked to be about 9” long, maybe more. But the length was nothing compared to the size around. Soda can is the best I could compare it to at it’s biggest. Even worse was the horror at the tip. A blood red ring pierced through the head of his cock and again, the laughing devil image, this one looking up at me form the front of the ring. “You better hope your cunt can stretch, because Luc will be ripping you open and will bring the rest of my cock with it.” Seeing the terror, and question, in my eyes, he said, “Luc is the skull. Short for Lucifer. My personal Master. He who I serve and who gifted me with my special gift.” This was now, officially, the beginning of my own personal hell. “Spread his ass for me, boy.”

Yes, you are selfish.People like you will have a very hard time finding anyone to stay with you. Maybe that's what you want? That said you will find plenty of bottoms in a bathhouse, for instance, you are fine sucking you and letting you fuck them. You will have a lonely life since you are not willing to give as well. The best sex is when both partners please each other.

Thursday night, finally fucked a local guy who's been begging (sometimes literally) for my cock on A4A and BBRT since I moved to town -- smooth, beefy muscle cub. He hadn't been fucked in two months and needed to be broken back in. Came in, lights down, he was ass up on the bed. Ate him out and he went fucking nuts -- started calling me "sir" and panting for it immediately. Lubed up and slid into his hole -- he really was tight, and very verbal about how he needed it in order to be opened up. I let him call the shots at first until he got comfortable -- but within five minutes, I was pressing him into the bed and pushing the whole length of my dick deep inside him and he was opening up nicely, groaning and moaning all the way. Flipped him onto his back and long-dicked him for a while, had him ride me as he ground down on it and pushed my cock as deep up into him as he could...he gasped every time my dick throbbed in him. Eventually threw him back down missionary and bred him with a huge three-day load. He texted me the next day to say it was still dripping out, and that his hole still hurt, in the best way possible.

I had three pretty hot breeding experiences within about a month of one and another and know that got positive from one of them – or maybe got poz cum from them all. Here is the story of my first group breeding and first time taking cum since I was 18. I was in my 20s and living in Texas. While I had had sexual fantasies of being a little wild and piggish, I never acted on them as I was very shy, reserved, and always had at most safe sex, never taking any risks. One afternoon when in Houston for a few days, I met a former co-worker for lunch. I had a few margaritas, so was pretty buzzed. As I started to head home I passed an old adult movie theater. I remembered hearing about the place, that it was a real theater in that it showed porn all the time, but also had some side rooms, booths, arcade, a bar, etc., so I figured 'What the hell?' and drove around the block, parked and went in. I could see there were several guys in the main theater so I sat for a while, but being fascinated by the allure of the place, decided to walk around. I soon found a refreshment bar with a few tables at which a few guys were sitting and socializing. I ordered a beer and started walking around. Out near the maze and rooms were a dozen or so guys of all types, from business men to street trade. I was somewhat nervous so I just stood against the wall and observed. Within a couple minutes a white guy who was about 35, 6’5, 240, with a big mustache, in construction boots and kind of dusty clothes came up to me, grabbed my left arm and leaned down and said “Come with me” urging me towards the back of the maze complex. We went inside the last room, which reeked of stale piss, cum, sweat, and just plain nastiness. He shut the door, shot home the bolt, turned and looked at me. He didn’t say a word, just stepped towards me, and putting his hands on my shoulders, pushed me down on my knees, whereupon he unzipped his pants. I got the idea, so I worked his dick out and was in awe of his endowment: it was huge. I asked him if he had a condom and he said, “Shut up and suck it or I'm out of here.” So I started sucking him. He immediately grew to about 10 inches long and was exceptionally thick. I had had a few dicks that I thought were big, but nothing like his, and frankly was starting to think how much I wanted it inside my ass. After I sucked his cock for a few minutes my construction worker told me to strip. I started to say no, I was not comfortable, and he stepped close, put his hand over mouth and said, “Boy, you want some of this dick?” I just nodded. He then said, “Well then, this is how it’s going to be. You're gonna do what I tell you, and trust me boy, I will give you what you need. I have a few hours and plan on having a good time. Now get out of those clothes.” As I undressed he sat on the bench in the room, lit up a cigarette, and watched. By this time interest in us was clear as I noticed another guy looking through a hole in the wall between our room and the neighboring room. Although less than thrilled at the prospect of an audience, I finished stripping. My construction worker then stood up, dropped his pants, stepped out of them, pointed to his turgid dick and sat back down. Once again it didn't take rocket science to figure out what he wanted. I went back onto my knees and started sucking. Within a minute or or so he stood up and pulled me to my feet, and then had me bend over to suck him as he stood. He also began began massaging my shoulders, then my back, and finally my ass checks, only to abruptly shove two fingers into my hole. As he made no use of lube, not surprisingly the pain was shocking. I tried to stand up and pull away as it hurt like hell but he shoved my head back on his dick saying “Boy, I won’t tell you again.” So I desperately went back to sucking, praying the pain would subside, as he murmurred “Hmm, nice hole, nice little cunt for me, hmmm.” Withdrawing from my mouth, the construction worker pushed my head towards a nearby glory hole. Some guy had stuck his dick through the hole. I was obviously expected to pleasure the new cock, and frankly was happy to take-on a somewhat smaller and therefore more manageable cock. The construction worker moved behind me, his fingers still up my ass. I leaned over, braced myself against the wall and started sucking the new dick. I had never given an anonymous blowjob before, but it seemed as if I really did not have much choice if I wanted any more time with the construction worker's huge dick. As I was sucking the guy behind me pulled his fingers out, leaned over my back and said into my ear, “Don’t stop, boy.” I then felt him spit onto my ass, heard him spit onto his dick. I tried to stand up to ask him to put on a condom, but perhaps anticipating my intentions, he pushed me down, separated my ass cheeks, and began nudging my hole with his cock head, only to unceremoniously shove his dick in as far as he could go. I yelped and tried to stand up as it felt like he was ripping me apart. He, on the other hand, would hear nothing of it, and pulled me back, propelling his dick deeper in. At the same time he grabbed me by the hips and started slam fucking. I was getting hit in the face with the dick through the hole, my head was hitting the wall. It was all I could do to to both stand-up and withstand the pain. It hurt so fucking bad. My ass was burning. The construction worker slowed a little, shoved my face back towards the glory hole. I could see the other guy's face through the hole, watching my impalement. Apparently he decided to get in on the action because he stood-up and stuck his dick back through. So I sucked it into my mouth, and the construction worker resumed his vigorous assault on my ass, becoming increasingly verbal verbal and loud. “Fucking cunt, yeah take my cock.” About that time the guy in the glory hole shot his load down my throat and pulled out. His thin cum tasted peculiar - I think he smoked, I was glad he got off, and yes, I swallowed. Guess I was coming around to being used as a cum dump. The construction worker's vigorous ploughing was causing my head to slam against the wall, and frankly was really hurting. Meanwhile I could hear voices in the hall, people trying the door handle on our room. I was somewhat nervous thinking we were in trouble, but the guy fucking me was not stopping. Another cock popped through the hole, a big black one that smelled like it had not been washed in weeks, but I started sucking it, gagging a bit in the process. The construction worker fucking me started saying, “Take my cum bitch, take my cum, fuck yeah” and then I could feel him shoot in my ass. I could not believe it, had never felt that before and it was amazing!! It felt like gallons of hot oil going into me. He then yanked his cock out of my ass, turned me around, pushed my ass towards the black dick in the hole, so I backed up on it. The guy in the hole didn’t seem to mind as I felt him push forward. The construction worker then ordered me to "Clean me up." I hesitated, as I could see cum and blood on his dick, but he just shoved my head down on himself. Although I gagged and had difficulty breathing, I kind of liked the taste of cum, blood and ass juices! The black guy was apparently a quick shooter because he blew his load while I was cleaning-up the construction worker's cock. As the second cock slid out of my hole I could feel cum running down my ass crack and thighs. I stood up and the construction worker smiled, grabbed my head and said, “Good boy” then started kissing me really hard, his tongue invading my mouth. His mustache sort of hurt and he was a very rough kisser, but I loved it. He then stood up, zipped up his pants, and said, “Lock the door, I’ll be right be back” and left the room. I was sort of stunned, what did he mean, was he coming back, damn I was just fucked without a condom and was scared and excited at the same time. Someone then opened the door and looked at me standing there naked, I said “Sorry” then closed and locked it. To be honest, I was happy for a breather, however brief. I looked down and saw cum running down my legs tinged with red. I touched my ass lips with my finger and it came back mixed with cum and blood. What had he done to me? What did I let him do? There was someone looking through the hole too, so I just sat on the bench in the corner so I could not see them or them me. Several minutes went by and I figured I should get dressed. I got up and started to put my clothes on when someone knocked. “Open it up boy” he said. I unlocked the door and the construction worker re-entered the room carrying some paper towels and two six packs of Budweiser. “Did I tell you to get dressed? Get that shit off” he ordered. I complied. He tossed me the paper towels, then sat on the bench, opened up the beer, took two out and gave me one. He then pulled my arm and made me sit beside him saying “Told you, boy, I’m going to have a good time and we’re just getting started. Now, drink-up.” As I was gulping it down, he pushed me to my feet and slammed a couple fingers up my ass. “Hmm, yeah boy. Gotta get you some more cum.” He then walked over to the hole in the wall as someone else was looking through. He leaned down, asking "You wanna fuck?" The new guy apparently replied "Yes" because he stuck his dick through the partition. The construction worker motioned me over, grabbed me, kissed me hard, bent me over and backed my ass up to the dick. I wiggled it in quite easily. The two loads I had taken served as excellent lube. The new guy started fucking me, so I bent over, opened-up my construction worker's zipper, pulled out his now somewhat turgid cock, and went to town sucking him off. As I pleasured the construction worker, apparently the other guy shot - another quick cummer, I guess, so now I had three loads in my hole. In any event he pulled out only for another guy to immediately take his place. Talk about a train! This new cock was somewhat bigger and he fucked harder. Fortunately he also shot fairly quickly. Two loads in less than five minutes! Unfuckin' real. As he withdrew from my ass, I stood up: my knees were really aching and I was getting somewhat light-headed. The construction worker smiled, grabbed my shoulders to steady me, kissing me hard. He then backed-off a little and spat on my face, laughing at my shocked reaction, and then promptly went back to kissing me. Guess we weren't in Kansas anymore! He then pushed me towards the corner, bent me over the bench, put one foot up on the bench and slammed his dick up my ass. I cried out because it hurt worse that the first time and tried to extract myself from his control, but there was no place to go, so I resigned myself and braced myself against the bench. He slam- fucked for a while, then slowed a little, started to get loud and verbal again, “Fucking little cunt, god damn, bitch, yeah take my cock, fuck yeah” and then started slapping my ass harder and harder. People tried getting into the room again and I could hear some guy saying something through the hole in the wall. Harder and harder he fucked me. Then he shot again. Believe it or not this load seemed bigger than the first one. My guts were on fire and I was totally out of breath. I touched my ass and could not believe how wet and sore it was. He just smiled. We both sat down on the bench. He grabbed me and kissed me deep, then pushed me away. He smoked a cigarette, I slammed another beer, started another, when he stood up. He stood in front of me, put his dick in my mouth, grabbed my head with both hands and then said “You better swallow it all.” I had no idea what he meant as he was not really hard, and then I felt him pissing in my mouth. I gagged, tried to push away, and he grabbed my head harder and said loudly, “Fucking swallow it – swallow it.” So I did. It tasted odd - salty and like cigarettes at the same time. Although I had never given any thoughts to water play before, I can't say that it was all that repulsive - in any event it was a welcome respite from taking cocks up my ass. Some of his piss started running out the corners of my mouth and when it did he yanked his dick out of my mouth and turned and finished pissing on the floor towards the corner. He then sat back down, smoked another cigarette and told me to slam another beer. When his cigarette was done he grabbed me, started kissing me hard again and rubbing my ass. I rubbed his dick. He got up, said, “Lock the door,” so I did. I figured he had to get some cigarettes or something as we still had beer and he just pissed. My stomach was queasy from the mix of beer and piss, so I sat down and tried to ignore the face in the hole in the wall. That guy stuck his dick through the partition, but I knew I better than to do something without explicit directions. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and the construction worker's voice “Open up, boy.” I opened the door, stepped back, whereupon both the construction worker and a Mexican entered. The Mexican was about my height, but heavier. My questioning look to the construction worker was answered with the order “Suck his dick, boy.” The Mexican guy unzipped his pants, then took them right off and pushed me down to his dick. It was pretty big, although not as big as the construction worker's. The Mexican was also uncut and smelled dirty and sweaty, but I had no choice as he just shoved it in my mouth and started face fucking me. The construction worker sat on the bench, lit a cigarette, drank beer, and watched. When the Mexican got hard he pushed me down on the floor, positioning me on my back. Although the floor was dirty, I was relieved to get off my feet. The Mexican lifted my legs, and then slammed his cock all the way in. I cried out and tried to push him off, but he just fucked harder and quicker. I looked to the construction worker. He had an odd smile on his face as he stroked his cock. While the Mexican guy didn't say a word, I could tell he was close and soon he shot his load and then collapsed on top of me for a few seconds. He then disengaged, stood-up, and began speaking in Spanish to the construction worker, all the time essentially ignoring me. As they chatted and drank beer, I got up and sat on the bench, nude, trembling a bit. I could see someone looking through the hole again, but tried to ignore it. Within a couple of minutes the Mexican guy dressed, slapped me lightly on the shoulder in recognition, and left. The construction worker then stood up, tossed the paper towels at me and told me to wipe off. He also told me to try to push out the cum in my ass. I half-thought we were done and overwhelmed with all kinds of feelings and emotions – pain, guilt, desire, need. The construction worker smiled, saying “Good boy,” grabbed me, kissed me long and deep, and then guided me towards the dick poking out of the hole in the wall. I knew the rules by now so started sucking. This one was not particularly big so was sort of hard to really suck it through the wall. I was focused on the cock when I the construction worker spread my cheeks with both hands and slammed his cock in, balls deep. I gasped and cried out and tried to pull away and he slapped by ass hard and kept fucking. “Fucking cunt, you’re going to take it. You’re going to take every fucking thing I got!” That phrase stuck with me and later I realized a lot of poz tops say something similar as their way of notifying the bottom they are giving you poz cum. If any thing the construction worker was rougher and harder than ever before - guess it was all the harder for him to cum yet again. It was all I could do NOT to stand up, let alone suck the little dick that waved for'lornly through the partition. The construction worker began pulling all the way out and slamming back in - all the out - all the way back in. I couldn’t catch my breath, it hurt so bad. My head was spinning. The construction worker was grunting and swearing up a storm under his breath, but I distinctly heard him say “Take it bitch, take it, take it!” slamming home one last time. I could feel him letting loose. Fuck – how could one man cum so goddamn much! He then yanked his cock out, zipped up, and walked right out without a word. I was still partially bent over and gasping before fully realizing he was gone. I locked the door, sat down, and tried to catch my breath. Cum was oozing out my ass. I felt like I had been hit by a Mack truck. My ass and insides were on fire and were literally throbbing, and it ached and hurt, yet at the same time I felt empty and just wanted him back inside me. Yet at the same time I registered a great sense of satisfaction in having had so many men take their pleasure in using my ass - raw and natural, and in taking so many loads of sperm into my body. In retrospect I even wondered 'Who was really in charge? The tops who had used me, or I who had induced they to make use of me?' Of course my head still told me I had been utterly insane to engage in raw play, the pig in my soul relished remembering the raunchy experience. The thought flashed through my head, 'What if any of the guys were poz?' but almost immediately I put those thoughts out of my mind as I realized I did not care. I would have let men keep fucking me raw, over and over, using and sharing my ass as much as they wanted. I went back to the theater before I left Houston, hoping to see the construction worker again. While I did see the Mexican again, and I'm pleased to say he invited me in broken English to join him in a room, I declined as I had my sights set on the construction worker, who was not there, of course. Oh well too much of a good thing. I never saw either the Mexican or the construction worker again.

That has to be one of the hottest vids I've seen. Fuuuck....... Who could watch that and not want that experience? Proud to be a barebacker. Fuck!

Choose Your Poison: Part 2 - The next morning, per Ripper’s instructions, I was up early as I had never shaved myself down there and fuck it took longer than expected and I had to even hit the internet to search for some tips on how to do it. I was finally ready to go and a short cab ride later was at the airport making my way to the gate for what may come. My mind was muddled. My ass was twitching. My guts were crying out for dirty cum. The plane was boarding, there was no going back now and 90 minutes later we touched down and I resolved myself to relish every nasty drop I could get. I was fidgeting like hell as the line for the Yellow Cabs slowly snaked along. I had texted the number Ripper had given me and had been waiting for almost 20 minutes. Hell I could have gotten a taxi and been there by now. I was rubbing my hands and stamping my feet to get them warm again when a Yellow Cab zoomed into the front of the line cutting off one who was pulling out. Horns blared, people yelled and waved. The car pulled up in front of me, the window rolled down and a tsunami of smoke poured out onto the sidewalk. “Hey man,” the driver with long dreads said as he leaned towards the open window, “Rip sent me. Get in.” The trunk unlatched, I walked to the back and set my suitcase in amongst the trash and boxes of God knew what, then climbed into the back, sliding onto a seat sticky and dirty, stepping on more trash on the floor, and taking one last breath of fresh air before closing the door. After kicking some of the fast food litter to the side, I fished the paper out of my pocket and told the driver where I was supposed to go. The dude just snorted, the car lurched, and off we went. We had barely left the airport when my taxi barreled off the road and careened into a gas station. The driver looked at me through the window between the seats and said, “Give me a $20, need to top the tank – old Charlotte’s here and mine. Better make it $40.” Luckily I had extra cash on me so fished out the money and watched as he got out, spit a few times, hacked, cleared his lungs and proceeded about his business. I took the time to look around the car. Clearly this was no regular Yellow Cab. It might be painted Yellow and looked like it had been a cab at one time, but it’s day of taxi service were in the past as there was no meter and I could not imagine anyone using such a dirty vehicle for a regular taxi. The driver finished pumping the gas, ran in to pay, came back a minute later with a bag and hopped back in the front. The car started, lurched, the gears caught and we started to leave – so I thought – but instead of pulling back out onto the road, he veered right and the car partially slid around the side of the building as he drove towards the side and back of the parking lot. He parked, rummaged around, and with the car still running turned and said, “Get up here a minute.” I wasn’t sure what was up, but climbed out the back, looked closer at the car and decided it was definitely no regular taxi as it did not even have a light, just a hole in the roof with some tore up tape over it where the light used to be, then opened the front passenger door and got in. The crap that was in the front seat the driver was now sorting and then tossing through the window into the back. Once done he said, “Clean my dirty dick off,” as he unbuckled his pants and shimmied them down his thighs a little. I felt dizzy from the heat in the car and the rank smell coming off him. The driver settled back down, and lifted his arms up with a smoke in his right hand that alternated with his left as he fed himself from a bag chips on the dashboard. I tried to get to his dick, but between the steering wheel and the seat that did not seem to slide back, it was damn awkward and I could not make it work. “Fucking hell,” the driver said. He knocked his bag of chips to the side, put the smoke between his teeth, shimmied his pants back up and with the car still running got out, opened the back door, and climbed into the back. “What the fuck you waiting for? Get back here.” I climbed back out and into the backseat with him and by the time I closed the door his pants were down again, his head back as he exhaled, and his left hand wanking his dick to full hardness. I nervously looked around as it was broad daylight but between the steamy windows and where we were parked, did not appear anyone could see us. I now got a good look at his dick. It was uncut, about 9 inches, nice thickness, had a number of larger bumps on the head and shaft, and strings of white slime around the head and sticking to the foreskin. He reached out and guided my head towards his dick, “Some dudes say their warts make their cocks feel numb, not mine. Rip said you wanted to taste some rank, so put that mouth down there and clean off my dick. I have not washed it in about a week now – just for you dirty slut.” My pig-tendencies overrode all common sense and before I knew it I was moaning in pleasure as I tongued and bathed his infected dick with my lips and mouth. His dick was hard and eager for the attention and as I cupped his full and hairy, hard balls, he stroked my head and face enjoying the affection. “GET YOUR MOUTH DEEP DOWN THAT COCK YOU CUM CATCHER…OPEN THOSE PINK LIPS…..I DON’T WANT TO SEE A CHUNK OF MY CHEESE SLIP OUT….OPEN YOUR MOUTH, THAT’S IT, SQUEEZE MY BALLS JUST A LITTLE…MORE…MORE…FUCK….” The driver’s hot cum flooded my mouth and throat and I had to fight to take it all and swallow it and felt like a chipmunk with a mouth full of acorns. It tasted like curdled milk, with a tang of herb seasoning, and I wanted more. “No, no, no more right now. Give me your scarf.” I sat still as he tied it around my eyes and made a knot – tight- at the back of my head. What, was I not allowed to see where we drove? “Get your pants off and put your ass towards the door,” the driver said as I heard him pull his up, shuffle some things, then get out and close the door. The quick blast of cold air had made my dick shrivel and goose bumps pop out on my thighs, but I did as I was told, hoping he was going to fuck me now. I was half on the back seat with my left leg kneeling on it, leaning forward on my arms when the door behind me opened and a different voice said, “Scoot the hell up. Fuck it’s cold out.” I flinched and jumped as a cold hand rubbed my ass and was tempted to take the scarf off and see who it was when the front door open, the driver got in, and said, “Come on man, I told you, you need to be quick. You know Rip and this ain’t on the schedule, but I owed you so now we’re even.” My hole was resisting the finger prodding hard at it, flinching at the sharp nail and insistence, “I am, fuck this hole is tight,” the new passenger said, “I’ve been rubbing and jacking my meat since you first got here just waiting. Come on now, how about a little privacy.” The driver laughed, “Fuck that, I plan to watch, so deal with it. You taking it or not?” The guy mumbled, he pushed me forward a little more, his cold pants rubbing against my ass as he slid his hard dick up and down my crack trying to find the right angle in the back seat. “Here’s some Soy Sauce,” the driver said. I shivered as I felt the cold liquid squirt onto my hole, the guy sighed, then grunted and pushed and POPPED through my ass ring. My head was wedged into the corner of the seat and door now as the other guy fought to keep his dick in, grunted, pushed, fucked my hole, and used me. The driver chimed in, “Go on man, blow that dirty cum in that ass.” The new passenger fucked harder and adjusted himself again. My right hand scrambled up the side of the window and I found that little handle that hangs down to help people get in and out of the back seat and grabbed onto it trying to keep my face from banging against the glass. “YOU WANT THIS CUM UP THAT SHITTER….TRYING TO CATCH MY NUTT.. .HELL THIS IS GOOD QUEER PUSSY…” the fucker said as he picked up his pace. “Cum in me,” I begged, “Give me some dirty cum, I want it all, please fuck me, fuck me,” I cried out. The new passenger stiffened, grunted, my head hit the window hard, and his dick goo slid up inside me. Panting a bit from the heat in the car and the workout, he slid out of me, sat back on the seat, shuffled around to get his pants up and said to the driver, “Fuck damn I needed that,” and then left the car. The driver laughed, “Alright you cum slut. Not a word about this extra minute we took here understand me? That’s between you and me – well you and him too I guess now – fucking hell. Get dressed, we got to get back on schedule.” The taxi belched fumes into the cold morning air as we proceeded on our way and I managed to get back into my clothes as the taxi swerved in and out of traffic. About 25 minutes later we pulled up in front a deli/sandwich shop with a green, white, and red striped awning. The driver turned his head, “I’ll be here when you’re done.” I got out of the car, adjusted my clothes, and went to the front door. The deli did not seem to be open yet and the door was locked, so I stood and waited a minute not sure what to do. I turned at the blare of a horn and the taxi driver had rolled down the window a bit, smoke mixing with the brisk air, “FUCKING KNOCK…KNOCK!!” he yelled. I knocked on the front door, the glass rattled, I knocked some more and a shadow exited the back and came towards the front. “We’re closed. Come back in 30 minutes,” the small, slightly bent woman hollered through the glass. She started to walk away so I knocked again and yelled, “I’M LOOKING FOR GIOVANNI, I WAS TOLD TO MEET HIM HERE.” She just shook her head and I could hear her mumbling as she started back towards the rear of the deli. Fuck, what do I do now. I then heard voices raised and saw a new shadow emerge from the back. The tall, lanky guy came to the glass door, undid the locks and opened it as the woman in the back continued to holler. “MAMA I GOT THIS! NO, NO. MAMA….UGHHH…I’LL BE BACK IN A BIT.” “Giovanni?” I asked. The tall Italian guy gave me a nervous glance, cocked his head, brushed past me and said, “Come on.” He walked towards the right, opened a door about 5 feet down, stepped in and held it for me. He then started up the stairs without a word and I guess I was meant to follow. Up on the third floor he walked to the back of the building, fumbled with a large set of keys on a key ring, opened the door, cocked his head, and I stepped inside the small room. It was a small apartment with a tiny little kitchen area, a small bed, a bathroom I could see through the missing door, a beat up wood table and two chairs and not much else. “You got my money,” Giovanni asked. I was not sure how much he expected or what the plan was and as I paused he interrupted my thoughts and said, “Look. I ain’t got all fucking day. It’s $50 to stroke my load out. $100 to suck me off. But if you want to get my AIDs cum right, it’s $200 cash up front, I fuck to nutt, and I need to prep you a bit first.” Prep me? What the fuck did he mean by that? My hole was clean, I was sure of that. I fished into my back pocket, pulled out the stack of bills, handed him the $200, he counted, nodded, and proceeded to start to undo his pants as he walked into the bathroom. I heard him fumble around in a cabinet and as he got whatever he needed he said, “Get naked and lay on the bed. On your stomach. I did as he ordered and his blanket and bedding smelled like they had not been washed in months. I turned my head to the left and craned my neck to watch him as he came out of the bathroom. He had a nice long dick swinging between his legs that was nestled in a patch of dark, curly hair. His balls looked like bright red tomatoes that had been hot flashed, stripped of their skin, bright red, raw, and angry looking. Giovanni set a plastic bucket down on the floor, “Pull the pillow up under your chest a little and hang you head down the other side,” he said. I got myself adjusted, the bed creaked as he got on it and straddled me. He then lay on top of me, his t-shirt feeling itchy against my back, but the skin of his hips and legs were nice and warm and the heat from his dick as he nestled it into my ass crack was even more welcome. Giovanni then began sliding up and down my body, using my shoulders to pull himself back and forth. Each pass along my body, his dick grew, stiffened, and when it felt good and hard he reached over the side of the bed, grabbed something out of the bucket, I heard it go SQUIRT, then the sound of him lubing up. Something about the smell piqued my senses of warning, but I was too horny to care or give it more thought. “PULL IT OUT! HOLY FUCK FUCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP, OH PLEASE STOP!” I cried out and whimpered. Giovanni had used his full body weight and angled himself just right so he could drop and force himself deep into my hole with one thrust. It wasn’t that so much as it felt like my ass was on fire – literally – flames tore me up on the inside and this was more than just a rough fuck. “Shut the fuck up right now or I stop and you get nothing,” Giovanni hissed. “I told you I had to prep you bit. It’s my special ‘AIDS CUM DUMP LUBE’ prep formula. My favorite lube, mixed with a little Vaseline so it does not get too wet, and to top it off some Icy-Hot muscle balm. Love how it makes my dick feel so warm and hot and even better, will make your insides raw and ready for my charged cum. Just lay there and let me get it in there good.” I was crunching my face trying to keep the tears back as his Italian dick pushed that foul mix around in my ass. I gasped in relief several minutes later when he slid out and took several deep breaths to steady myself as I heard the sink in the bathroom. Thank God he was washing his dick off. “Come here,” Giovanni said. So I gently got off the bed, every step burning hot and new. In the bathroom Giovanni was standing by the sink with a Fleet enema in his hand. “Bend of over the sink,” he said, “I’m going to flush you out now. While my lube will burn your ass raw, it might also kill my dirty seed, so this way I can make sure you are prepped and primed for my AIDs cum to get you good.” I flinched as Giovanni roughly stuck the plastic tip in my ass, held it as he instructed, and flinched some more as he squirted a second bottle in. “Squat over the toilet now and let it out. Let me see how primed you are.” I did as Giovanni ordered and tears came to my eyes as the watery mass came out and the heat and lube burned me more. I stood up, shaking a little, water dripping out of my hole and down my legs as Giovanni pushed me to the side a little, looked in the toiled, smiled, “Fuck yeah look at that. Nice and pink. See all that stringy-web-like stuff floating around? That’s your gut lining. Sit down again and make sure it’s all out.” Giovanni’s dick was right by my face as he supervised my flush out and so I reached up to stroke it, hoping to get him to face fuck me while I finished up. “Unless you got more cash on hand, it ain’t happening,” he said, before stepping away to let me wipe dry. I then followed him back to the bed and he told me, “Get back on your stomach. Beg for my toxic load up that dirty snatch. Beg for it you fucking cum dump. Beg for my whizz juice in you.” I gasped and choked back my whimpers as Giovanni forced his raw Italian dick back in my tender and blistered hole. With nothing but spit now for lube, he rough fucked hard and deep with no mercy and it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. But I begged for it. I wanted it. This was what I came for right? “GIVE ME THAT MONEY DICK ASSHOLE. COME ON FUCK IT. SHRED MY HOLE UP. I WANT YOUR AIDS LOAD MAN….GIVE ME YOUR AIDS…POZ MY ASS UP….HARDER…FUCK IT HARDER….FUCK ME…YES…THAT’S IT…FUCK ME…MAKE IT HURT MORE…” Giovanni gripped my shoulders hard and buried himself to the hilt as his balls spewed his toxic jizz into my brownfield waste dump. Giovanni gave one last shudder and twitch, yanked his dick and rolled off the bed and stood up. “GET THE FUCK UP HERE AND CLEAN MY DIRTY DICK OFF. TASTE HOW NASTY AND FUCKED UP YOUR ASS IS NOW,” Giovanni demanded. I hurried up, knelt in front of him, and started slurping my tongue up and down his shaft, hungrily lapping up his gifts. He stepped away when I started to try to suck him. “Bend back over the bed,” my Italian spermanator said, “I got one final parting gift for you since you were a good lay. Most folks try to run and push me off. You laid right there and took it like I need...I fucking like that. My load is deep, and you need to keep it in there until Rip tells you otherwise. In the meantime, this will keep those ass lips tender and sore and your love canal ripe.” I arched my back from the burn as he fingered my hole and scraped my insides with his nail. He licked his finger clean, got dressed, I started to as well but before I could get my pants pulled all the way up he grabbed my arm, twisted me, shoved two fingers dry into my wrecked hole, wiggled them back and forth and warned, “Next time I plan to slam it harder. Get ready.” Back on the street Giovanni locked the door and headed to the deli. I found the taxi idling right out front and gingerly climbed into the back, grimacing and grunting as I did so, my ass burning and hurting like hell. My driver laughed at my pain and for a split second I was embarrassed that he knew what had just happened, but that quickly passed as I remembered the rank taste of his load and how nice and sleazy I felt taking his buddy’s anonymous dick. Fuck, I had not even made it to the hotel yet and I had taken three dirty dicks and some ripe poison. This trip may be more than I bargained for, but my tender ass was already twitching as I wondered what would happen next.

The idea of moving out from my roommates is very intriguing as I will be working for Victor with him providing me with a place to live. I will be working mostly as a bottom witch I really like. I will also be his boy toy to take out to parties , events and be his arm candy. Victor is telling me he will make some changes as how my health care is monitored as at times I will be off meds so I become detectable . My roommates are sorry to see me leave and I'm sorry to be leaving them as it was so much fun , but we will stay in touch. A week later I moved into Victor place and he has a very nice with a dungeon/sex room with toys I have never seen before but I think I will soon find out. I will be sleeping with him in great big bed in his bedroom. The changes he wants is that I will do well in school or I will be punished, that I start yoga classes as me lifting weights is a wast of time for me. Back at home I would life weights for hours every day with no results and just be tired sweaty with no change to my small fem body. Other changes that will happen is to permanently remove what little body hair I have on me and my face , I will also be getting somebody piercings. My right nipple so people will know I'm a bottom , since I have a 11 X 7 dick a Prince Albert that will open as time goes by , a nose ring and a guich piercing. I found out what the gulch is for later and glad I it was done. I had never seen Victor in other a suite or his leather so I had no idea what he really look like. Once I was settle in he told me to get ready as he wants to give me a road test to see what I can take. Once I'm all clean inside and out he takes me into the room as I'm naked he is still in his clothes, now I'm a little worried. Victor puts a hood over my head so I can't see there is an opening for my mouth. I'm told to get on my knees , I can feel he is very close then I feel something metal by my mouth as Victor has a PA also. I open my mouth as he keep putting the head of his dick in , then I realize Victor is FUCKING BIG LIKE a HORSE. I can't open any wider and just part of the head in my mouth. Victor says does his size scare me, I think for a second and say fuck no. He takes the hood off and I'm right he is HUNG it has to be 12X8. He grab my arm puts me on the bed face down and bury his face my ass. He is using his spit tongue fingers. Victor with one hand picks me up and I'm on all fours. Victor is now teasing my hole with his dick and PA and as I try to back up he says you are a slut and you can't wait till my dick is tearing up your hole, he's right I do want this big piece of man meat bury in my hole. With just his spit he is pushing his dick in and if I was not into getting my hole stretch this would be incredible painful for anyone else. Once Victor is balls deep he smack he on the ass real hard and pick me up so me back is on his chest and out of know ware he has a strap around my arm and I see the syringe the flash of blood and WOW I monster of a slam wile his dick is buried in my hole. Once I recover Victor is fucking me as hard and as fast as he could, when he drops his load I can feel it as he does stop as his cum is now working like lube. As he pulls out he he says that is one sweet hole as he hands me a drink that is laced with G. We spent the rest of the day fucking and I have never seen a live dick this big and someone who can drop such heavy loads as its like I got gangbang by 12 , he did say he thought he would wreck my hole as its not bleeding just now a big gap of a hole. Getting & recovering from getting the piercing was not bad and I really like them and the feel of them. Having what little hair I had removed from my body & face was nice as the guy doing it was hot looking. Going to the yoga classes is not easy as the teacher I found later is a Pro Dom and is a real sadist as I saw some of what she has done on her profile and it's scary she does not take shit in her class either. The thing I did not expect is that Victor put me in chastity 24/7 as he say a boy like me must not have possession of their dick, as he has plans for me when I'm let out. The first few weeks chastity is brutal and when Victor is fucking me with that beautiful dick with the PA on and the big loads he shoots driver me crazy. 90 days ago Victor like me up in chastity and took me off my meds so I'm now detectable from my last few test. In that time victor has me working and the people he sets me up with are very nice. Some are for a few hours of just sucking dick and getting fuck , then there are the weekend dates where I get to be piggy with being slammed and having my hole work over wile I'm still in chastity. They like teasing me as they are dropping their loads in one of my hole. So after 90 days Victor takes the cage off in that 90 period it was only off for cleaning and he watch when it was off so I could not have orgasm . Victor changes my PA jewelry over to captive ball. The ball is not smooth but kind of ruff looking. I ask him why he says you will find out very soon and you will enjoy it. We leave the apartment and walk 6 blocks to an old brownstone and are greeted by the owner. We step right in and from what I can see Victor knows Joe very well. Victor tells me to get out of my clothes, I do and Joe says WOW that’s a really nice dick as I have a hard on sticking straight out . Victor tells Joe that I'm now detectable with a good number for POZZING someone. Joe says his boy Tommy is ready , Joe leads me to the room where Tommy is. The first second I see Tommy my heart jumps out of my body. Blond hair about 1 inch taller than me slim build like mind with a 7 inch dick. Joe tells me I'm here to bring Tommy into the brotherhood as he cant because of health reason but saw me at a party and like me. They leave just Tommy and me in the room , I want to jump him but Tommy brings over 2 trays one for me and one for him. Mine are 3 syringes with needles and Tommy has 4 with needles and 4 without for a booty bump. I just can't help my self and just grab him and start to kiss him on the mouth and he responds, I can feel his hard dick against me but that will not last long after I slam him. I push him down to my did that has been lockup for 90 day he is using his mouth like a pro but I stop him as I want my load in his ass. I take his arm tie it off find the spot I see the flash of blood that will soon to be toxic as mine is. I feel like taking a slam but I would rather get into Tommy hole. I lay Tommy face down and stick my finger in his twitching hole as its ready for a booty bump. Just look at Tommy with his spread legs a ready hole I say to my self this has to be the perfect way to drop a 90 day load into someone. I'm here to POZ him with ruff ball on the PA it should not be hard , as I start I figure Tommy hole will be as louse as mine but I so wrong as he is tight so I take my time. He is so warm and beautiful looking and the moans coming from Tommy once I'm balls deep is driving me nuts. I start to fuck him real slow with pulling out almost all the way and then back in , I can see he is now use to my size so now I go to short strokes and doing all I can not to blow my load in his hole to soon, but I can't hold back any more and it feels like I'm pissing in his hole as when I pull out my cum is dripping out of his hole and I take my fingers pick up my fresh Toxic seeds that I can see some blood and feed it to Tommy mouth. I see the syringe for me and I take a hit , it very good Tina but it light load that is ok as I see Tommy is working my dick for round 2 as my dick is hard and Tommy has a ready hole for my dick. I spent hours dropping 5 loads into Tommy and as I'm not a big fan of being a Top but POZZING Tommy is lot of fun as I left Tommy hole raw and hope Tommy does not convert anytime soon as I love doing this as we leave Joe says see you soon, Victor tells me I will be back In 2 weeks but until then I'm back in chastity.

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

Adam had a pretty standard childhood until he was mid teens when his father died and his mother turned to the bottle. He tried to finish school but by time graduation rolled around he was busy working odd jobs for construction crews, a local tow operation and a landscaper and with failing grades and less than half the credits needed he dropped out. At 18 he was quite striking, blond haired, 6 feet tall, 195 lbs, with a strong build with an above average hairy body. He was known for his quick smile by most but soon it was his quick ass and massive log of a cock 9" uncut and over 6" around, that garnered him the most attention in his life. He never thought of himself as gay or even bisexual - but knew that his fantasies were far off the norm. He had found websites on each of his most taboo fantasies from Ass to Mouth all the way to Zoo he had jerked off to each and every subject - but still had only had sex with a few random 'slut' girls from his highschool days. That all changed shortly after his 18th birthday when he went out for a beer with one of the roofers from the latest house build he was working on. At this point he had no construction trades ticket so clean up and 'helper' were the best jobs he could land. The roofer seemed to have money to burn and Adam was eager to find out more about how he could land some of the big 'roof' money himself. Jason the roofer was close to 35 but looked like a MMA fighter, tight rope like muscles and more tats than any one man should have but with metal hanging from piercings all over his body. The beer turned into several which turned into a quick run through Wendy's drive-through and back to Jason's pad for more beer and maybe a line or two (his treat) and a few other party favours. A few hours later the 2 were ripped, stripped to their underwear due to the heat from their ongoing PNP and with the continual deep confessions Adam eventually let slip some of his jerk-off fantasies (nothing gay he kept telling Jason - honest!). Jason normalized it and even let a few of his own raunchy thoughts out - relaxing Adam more. Then an idea was born - the kind that can only be fleshed out and made real by the consumption of copious amounts of booze and comfort chems... Adam was almost a fucking virgin to sex... he had to try out each kinky act A to Z. Twenty minutes later Adam was attempting his first alphabetic fantasy. Anal How he got there will always be a blur but he knew he had always wanted something in his ass more than his finger and the few candles and carrots he had attempted to fuck himself with before this. Now he was on his hands and knees with Jason spraying WD40 onto his hole (cold and caused the chute to tighten) but then again his ass puckered at the fear (desire) of Jason's 7 thick cut and curved inches going into his ass. That and the massive prince albert ring that overshadowed his large cock head. and in case anyone is asking WTF is with WD40 - it was because that's all Jason had in the house at that moment (he didn't cook and had no lube) - plus he used it to jerkoff and loved the slide. Adam took the cock - pierced head and all - and knew in that moment that he was made to be filled with cock. He loved how the metal was cold at first deep inside him he felt the ring touch his 'soul' which he now knew existed and was deep inside his ass chute. There was no foreplay - no kissing - this was about Adam taking a cock Anal. On one back stroke Jason let out a disgusted grunt and pulled right out. Fuck Dude - look at the skid marks your leaving on my cock - he moved to Adams face to show him Adam looked at it and then up at Jason - waiting Ass to Mouth seemed to be said silently between them and Jason stepped closer and suddenly his cock was at Adams lips. Adam opened his mouth and leaned forward to devour the fat cock - pierced ring bouncing off his front teeth then molars. Jason moaned - oh fuck that's such a fucking PIG thing to do - Fuck dude you are one sick fucker... but then so am I. After 3 or four more sucks on his cock Jason pulled out and went back to the ass. You know your also ticking off B - Bareback is best because when you fuck raw you are marking that ass with your cum. Adam agreed - his head was floating his ass was sore but craving more of that good pain and he wanted Jason to keep fucking - yes Bareback was best. (compared to what? he had only fucked 2 chicks both raw cause they were on the pill - they said - and had never worn a condom) Jason started to moan more as he fucked Adam harder and somehow deeper than he had earlier. Adam new from the faster breathing that Jason was close so he started to jerk his own cock with one hand using his other to hold himself up under the increased force of Jason's thrusts. Tell me you want me to cum inside you - say it! Jason barked at Adam Yes - God yes cum inside me - drown me with your cum. Adam said the words like it was something he had rehearsed for years - not like someone who had never before this day had so much as a jerkoff session with another guy You tell anyone and I will fuckin kill you understand? Jason said as he fucked faster and faster But your gonna be my cum dump bitch aren't you? Say it - he was slamming so hard Adam lost his balance and was face first slammed into the mattress. SAY IT! YES! YES! I am your cum dump I will never tell anyone I swear just use me Uhhhgggg - Adam started to shoot his load below him into his hand and the mattress - and at that moment he felt the cock in his ass pump up even more and he knew he was being bred. Jason unloaded deep and held it there - dropping his full weight onto Adams back. Adams cock continued to throb and pulse as it pushed out the last drops of cum into the bed beneath them both. Eventually Adam stirred and raised up slipping his cock out - the ring making a pop sound as it emerged. Bit of blood - bit of shit - a lot of cum - not bad Jason said as he stood up beside the bed to check his reducing fuck stick. Adam spun around and started to eagerly suck on it - tasting the tang of shit the saltiness of the cum and the copper taste of the bit of blood marked along the length of the softening rod. 30 minutes later they were back on the couch having done another line each - drank a few shots of tequila and talked about plans for Adam to help out with some roofing. Cant pay you more than helper wages but we can find some extra cash for you on the side - I have some friends that will be very eager to help you with your alphabet. Fuck Yes Please Adam all but gushed. A, Anal (and ass to mouth) B, Bareback (and breeding) C, Cum Dump - I may need to try these all again, but let's get onto D! More to cum? Hope you like this tale - lets say it is ALL fiction ok?

Last year I was talking to this hot black muscle top for a good two weeks online. He was mid-30's, 200, big pecs, 45c, 32w, 8uc - a big tattd up muscle top/vers pig. We went back and forth for a few weeks til we were able to hook up. He asked if I partied n I said yes. We finally make a date and he comes over. He was hotter and nastier than his pics and I was in heaven. We start to get naked and J.P. asks if I slam? I said I have twice before but I really don't like needles. He said - "Trust me". So he proceeds to pull out two orange tipped rigs and prepare them. All I wanted was his cock up my ass having smoked some before he got there. He lays back, pulls out an alcohol swap and sticks himself and said he needed me to do two things and if I would do them he'd really take care of me. I'm like sure....he wants to me "check the rig" and tells me what to do. I slowly pull back the plunger and I see a little red liquid fill the rig. He was like great - your doing good - now slowly push the plunger all the way in. I did as I was told and he immediately goes into heaven. He pushes my head to his pecs which I suck on and then tells me to lick his massive amounts of pre-cum oozing from his 8 inches. After about 5 minutes he said"Now its your turn". I wasn't sure but I wanted to be a really nasty pig with him so was like sure lets do it. He lays me back and says he promises I will feel nothing at first but a slight prick. The smell of the alcohol swab really kinda turns me on in a way. I feel the prick and see the blood filling up. JP says "now you may cough a bit - don't worry just go with it and trust me everything will be ok." I slowly see the red tinted liquid fill my vein and he undoes the belt around my arm, swaps me with an alcohol again and looks at with those nasty sexy pig eyes of his. I cough for a few seconds and immediately feel like I'm in fucking heaven. I have never felt so good or so damn horny. I lay back and spread my legs wide open for him. I'm so fucking horny I'm whispering "fuck me JP - fuck me please baby. Make me your fucking pig." He puts his raw cock in me and starts pounding away but I wanted it nasty and rough. I started moaning "fuck my white pussy please - fuck my pussy!!!" He starts pounding away at me and we go at it off and on for a few hours. During a break I get up and pull out 4 or 5 nice size dildos including one huge one I have never taken before. JP's eyes light up and I'm glad he approves. He asks if I'm ready for another slam and I immediately say yes! He says the first one he gave me was a .2 but this one will be a .3. I'm like ok whatever and he explains it will be a little stronger - sounded good to me. We do the same procedure - I do him and service him for 5 min or so then he does me. He said remember don't be afraid of the cough. It hits and I cough even more than the first time but I was in even more heaven. I start moaning "fuck my pussy with a big dildo SIR - please use my pussy!!". He proceeds to take a big blak dildo and just ram me hard non stop for a good 15 minutes. Combine the slam with the poppers and I was feeling amazing! I'm like "the big one SIR - please the BIG ONE!!!" He goes for the 14x10 dildo I had never even come close to taking and the head just falls right in. Same thing he fucks the hell out of me for a good hour with different dildos. Needless to say he stayed four more days and by the time he left he fed me my first .4. He turned me out to slamming big time and I will be forever grateful. More stories with JP to follow - not to mention the one time he gave me a .5.

This is an amazing vid that shows what a breeding looks like from inside the bottom's rectum. In my experience, it is unique! http://kinkogay.tumblr.com/post/134821025728/would-love-to-this-perspective-while-he-was

Pigtoy, he asked "aside from subs". The typical gay guy was who he was asking. Of course this fits for Dom sub relationships. But for the typical every day gay man? No way in hell would I give him a second glance if I knew this was how he felt. Extremely selfish and immature in my opinion. Puts me in the mind of my little niece and nephew. All take and no giving. As adults, we learn to behave better. Or one can hope we do. "SirPhillipe"...... You asked. So don't be pissed. You are getting honest answers here. You are behaving very selfishly.

Its actually very freeing to be poz. No real worries about getting the bug. The biggest issue is finding guys to play with once you are poz, especially in a small town

@Barebackjockstrap: hot vids man!

Good to see this thread back up top Rough!

I enter the glory hole area of the club where the guys who want to suck cocks, stand at ground level, and the guys who want to have their cocks sucked, stand on an elevated walkway, so that the glory holes are right at the perfect level. I feel like sucking some cocks, so, being at the ground level, I walk up to one of the unoccupied glory holes. Almost immediately, I see a man unbutton his jeans, slide them down, and he offers his semi hard cock to me. While holding it with one hand, I take it into my mouth, and, as his cock gets harder, I suck it farther and farther into my mouth. When his cock is balls deep in the back of my throat, I hold my breath, feeling his cock throbbing. After a few seconds, he pulls back, then he thrusts his hips forward against the wall between us, repeatedly fucking his cock head into my throat. When he’s ready to shoot his load, he jams his cock into my throat and holds it there, and I can feel it pulsing, his heavy load of cum blasting down my throat, and I greedily accept my load number 4. A couple different guys step up to the glory hole, but I ignore them. Although I’ll gladly take any size cock fucking my hole, if I’m sucking cock, I want a mouthful. The next guy who shows his cock through the glory hole is fine, and I suck him off and, in less than 2 minutes, I swallow my load number 5. Although when I’m high on meth, I usually completely lose track of time, I think that at least an hour goes by as I suck off one guy after another, and I swallow loads 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10.

As you will find out as the story unfolds, Ben only wanted a load in his ass, but Matt and Josh wanted to give him that and something else. There are about 10 parts to the story.

wow... almost about what happened to me in 1997.. I was 20 ... able to get into the Boom Boom room being a young Marine.. got drunk as hell a couple in mid 30's took me home they lived in an apartment almost across street behind a business.. I was strictly safe sex only except with other Marines and I was pretty much a total top.. the top of the couple wouldn't let me top his bf and wanted to top me once i was sure he had condom and felt back double checking all was good.. i was way drunk.. not sure if I nodded off or blacked out or how long i was but next time i reached back it was bareback and he was mostly soft.. I jumped up and grabbed my clothes as i was on my way out I overheard the bottom ask his bf "did you cum" he said yeah. I had no idea if it was true ... didn't know i could push it out back then... thinking back makes me hot now sorta wish there was video of that.

It’s been my experience that most guys love to watch another guy get fucked, and this was no exception. Maybe 7 guys had gathered around the sling to watch the guy pounding my hole. I was getting off watching him fuck me, not paying much attention to the other guys, but, as soon as he walks away, I glance around at the other guys standing around me. Most of them still have their cocks out, stroking them, just before they’re ready to zip up and leave the room. I zero in on a guy standing very close to my right side, and I instinctively reach out to stroke his black cock which is about average length, but it’s so thick that I can’t get my hand completely around it. “Oh, man,” I’m thinking. “He can’t be first, but my hungry hole definitely wants him to be next !” He doesn’t move away, and I can’t take my eyes off his cock, as I continue stroking it. I feel somebody playing with my hole, and, when I turn my head to look, I see another black guy. He has average good looks average height and weight, and he’s wearing glasses. His hard cock quickly finds my hole, and he proceeds to fuck me, not fast or hard, but at a steady pace. Then, he pulls his cock all the way out of me, and starts using his cock head to tease the super sensitive nerves at my opening. It feels so intense that I start moaning, Suddenly, he takes some deep breaths then jams his cock all the way in. He’s one of those guys who yells when he cums. Usually, I find that kind of annoying, but his cock feels so good fucking the hell out of me that I ignore his loud voice and happily accept load number 2.

I have been inspired by the many excellent writers on this site. Thanks especially to 1981irginia, Orlandoneg, RawDad4Sons, Newboy1989, and a few others.

Adam was high from 2 slams and countless poppers stuffed under his nose. He was also high from the countless ways he had been used and degraded since Master Bob had unleashed a seemingly endless row of hung tops onto him. Time was disjointed but he knew he had been used, blindfolded and at times bound for several hours. His ass had gone past sore - he felt it was burning back there. How many loads he wondered. Each man was required to make a mark next to their type of load. But that tally would remain a mystery for the time being. It was apparently some form of a break as he found himself tied seated to a hard very solid wooden armchair for a while now. Right after he had been restrained he was pissed on by several streams from different direction. He could only guess that he had been a urinal for at least 12 piss loads so far - give or take. And take he had. He swallowed piss until he thought he would puke - some mild most rank and full of 'flavor' With no sight he couldn't begin to guess how many different cocks had fucked him but he knew many were thick and long. If he had to guess 10 men had fucked him - off and on - and most had eventually cum inside of his ass. A few made him beg for it but so far only Patch had informed Adam that he was toxic. For no reason he could understand - as he sat there cold and wet from the piss - he started to get a rock hard cock thinking of that toxic load. He could have taken 10 toxic loads for all he knew - but Patch had been the first and after he had whispered into Adam's ear more than a few times about how many stds he had in cnthe past and guessing at what stds were in the room. Patch said he was gonna breed Adam again but only after Master Bob had taken off his blindfold - so that Adam could see every moment of the fuck. What Adam new for sure was that Patch's cock was as thick as a beer can but only 5 to 6 inches long. He made Adam suck it for a long time after he bred his ass and while his nameless friend had fucked him hard. The first nameless guy who was with Patch may have been black = he just had a manner of speaking. Plus he had a true black cock - long and thick and he liked to pull right out and slam back in deep - like many black tops in vids Adam had seen. The rest of the cocks were varied - many thick - many long. Most had made Adam clean their cocks after - Adam realized soon that the uncut cocks held the most cum and ass- Adam was far from clean and the tops all made it clear - he would be responsible for removing any filth from their fuck sticks. One of the tops had tried to fist Adam and may have gotten his hand in but Adam screams at the sudden invasion - lubed only with the random cum loads inside him - had stopped the fist from doing more than a few punches before it was replaced with a fat cock and his mouth was silenced with another cock that tasted of smeg and piss and cum and ass. A few times he had the indignity of being rolled onto his back on the floor and a very large - grossly fat ass sat full force onto his face - indignity of having to smell and taste each and with one he found himself close to passing out due to lack of oxygen. He came to only when someone slapped him hard 4 or 5 times across the face - followed by a steam of piss into his mouth and down his body to his rock hard cock. The laughter and jokes about how he was also a choke pig resonated with Adam. He had tried breath play alone - auto-erotic asphyxiation as it was termed online... but now he knew - having no control over anything - not even his own breath was a world Adam craved to live in forever. His cock was mostly ignored save for a few times someone used a form of clamp over the foreskin when he was semi-hard - making full erection painful until it was removed. His nads had much more attention. He had them slapped, punched and even kicked a few times. But, the most notable Ball play and currently his favorite was when one man was fucking Adam bent over the wooden box and then reached around and grabbed Adams ball-sack tightly with one hand and twisted. Simultaneously he grabbed the back of Adams hair and bent him back so that he had full control over Adams body as he came to climax. Adam was sure his nuts were going to be ripped off his body the moment the man came because the twisted tug on his balls became a vice grip. When he was done he squeezed adam so hard he again almost passed out - the pain was more exciting knowing the tops were laughing and plotting additional 'tests' of his limits. His nipples were still clamped with something like massive roach clips and both were raw if not bleeding - he was sure of it. He had been spanked and beaten with various leather objects - and shortly before this 'break' he had found himself on - he had been restrained by his hands above his head - feet just at tip-toe touching the cement floor. and he had been used as punching bag. Not hard enough to cause major internal bleeding (he hoped) but enough to let him know his tight fit body was still just a piece of meat for the men in this room. it was during this last play that he had been kicked in the nuts and lost footing - spinning around as fists punched at his writhing body. He had never experienced such pain - or pleasure in his life and through it all he kept thinking randomly about Jason. Patch had suggested that Jason was hiv poz. the idea continued to excite Adam and he was feeling stronger feelings for Jason all the time. He knew that he was paying off a debt that was not just his but Jason's as well. Adam realized 3 things as he sat tied to the chair; One. He would do anything he was asked to do because he really cared for Jason - maybe even loved him. Two. He was a bug chaser He thought at first it was cum but now realized it was danger that had him most turned-on. POZ yes - a cock that was dripping with green/yellow puss - that he had only seen in pictures and a few vids online - that was his new bread and butter - or just butter! Three. Adam would be able to check off a lot of alphabet items soon. Cum Dump and CBT followed by Dildo for D - what would E be? Footsteps approached Adam's chair. "So Pig, I hear you enjoyed yourself with the men" - Master Bob was back Adam's head spun to where he believed Master Bob to be standing. "Sir Yes thank you Sir" Hands on his head - untying the blindfold. "Don't open your eyes Pig - after 5 hours you may need a few moments to adjust to the light. Hands began to untie Adam's arms from the chair - then his legs. "OK Pig - stand up" Adam stood - his legs gave out and he fell back into strong arms holding him upright. The arms gently bent him at the waist and he felt a hand touching his back... counting the tally? "Open your eyes" From his bent forward positon, Adam's eyes fluttered open - slowly he raised his head - and saw Master Bob standing in front of him. "So Pig, was it all you hoped?" Master Bob asked "Sir, Yes Sir" Adam replied. 'Thank you for letting me be a whore'. He began to straighten up and noticed the hands that held him - one on each forearm - were those of a black man. He could feel the warmth of a long cock against his butt cheeks and leaned back again allowing himself to be supported by this black man who's face he had not yet seen. Another figure moved into his view from the left and joined Master Bob - saying "He took it all and even begged for my load" - Patch's voice. Adam took in the entirety of the man - maybe 60 - wrinkled barely 5" but with a cock that looked like a pony was missing his manhood. From the lesions on his arms and legs Adam new - he was more than Toxic. He had Aids. As he stared he fixated mostly on that massive cock - and in doing so felt his own cock stirring. the cock in his buttocks also was hardening - pushing against his buttcrack - he pain still deep but mostly forgotten at this moment. Master Bob spoke "The tally is in - care to guess how many loads you took PIG?" "sir - Maybe 10 loads sir?" the 3 man laughed at that. "Try 17 loads. 15 Poz undetectable and 2 not on meds with a high viral count." Adam moaned and pressed back into the now rock hard black cock burning into his ass and back. "I made enough money off of your ass to pay off the drug debt and then some. When the pictures and videos are posted I have a feeling I am going to make some more cash." Adam had been unaware the events had been filmed but somehow this made him even hornier - his cock was rising to full power. He noticed that Patch was eying it closely. "Before I fuck you Pig - and I am going to fuck you - Finally. would you like to take one more load?" "Sir - oh yes Sir I would but Sir may I ask..." Adam faltered "what is it PIg? What do you want - What do you think you Deserve?" "Sir I deserve another Aids load Sir. Can Patch fuck me again sir?" Master Bob looked at Patch. then back at Adam. "Patch is sick like I said. This party may be his last chance before he starts to fail. He has asked to fuck a tight young negative ass - which he has done. He now wants to ride a big fat pole one last time. He wants you to fuck him. But Alex is also toxic (the black man Adam still had only been able to peek at in his peripheral vision). Adam did turn to see the black man - age unknown - but maybe 30 - tall and muscular - no signs of the aids ravages that showed on Patch. he reached back and felt a cock that had to be over 10 inches. In short order Alex was laying flat on his back on the floor - his over 10 inches (11 in fact) straight up and waiting. Adam did not make him wait long - he straddled Alex and sat down. The ass that had been torn to shreds was craving that black cock and the poison cum load he possessed. After he bounced up and down on that massive cock for a while Patch approached and motioned for Adam to lay back - he then faced Adam and squatted over Adams hard cock and sat down. The 3 of them moved back and forth locked together - Adam came first - and quite fast - but stuck between the 2 aids carriers he found himself fucking towards a second orgasm just before he did Alex let out a howl and let loose his toxic spunk into Adams destroyed ass chute. Patch stood up Adam's first and second load starting to run out of his ass - he turned and squatted over Adams face... adam looked at the hole - saw the lesions, saw the open sores on the ass he had just fucked... saw his cum dripping out - yellow and stained from ass juice... and he dove his face into that aging aides hole and sucked like it was a hash pipe. Patch moaned and turned to push his fat log of a cock into Adam's mouth and let loose a load that tasted both thickly salty and also bitter and heavenly. Adam then turned and sucked clean Alex's massive cock - again tasting more cum - more ass and more than a little blood - his ass really was torn to shreds. Adam moved over to a ragged couch against the far wall - hanging above it was a blackboard with one word - the word that Adam had not had to cry out - the safety word... but Adam did not want a safety word. He wanted this - This life.. danger - toxic loads - anything he could get - he needed this life. Thinking he could only be happier if he had Jason there at that moment, Adam began to doze off. When he awoke - no idea how long he had slept - Patch and Alex were gone. Master Bob was sitting in the wooden chair that previously Adam had been tied to and pissed on. Master Bob was dressed in a leather outfit that proclaimed his role load and clear... MASTER! "OK Pig - play time is over. Now you learn the true meaning of being a PIG slave" then he yelled out 'JASON!" and Jason walked into the basement. Adam leapt from the couch and moved to embrace Jason. As they approached each other Jason's knee came out and slammed into Adam's balls. Adam let out a high wail squeak and fell to the hard cement - unable to breath. Jason spoke in a tone that dripped with contempt and anger. "Remember your fucking place PIG. You are Master Bob's slave. You will address him and only him and ONLY when he has addressed you first.... Do you understand?" "Sir" Adam squeaked out the word and tried again - "Sir, Yes sir I am sorry Sir" "OK PIG" Master Bob said. "I am going to fuck you as soon as you have been marked as my slave. Sit in the chair. Adam dragged his body up of the ground - he was wracked with pain from his ass and nuts and the whipping earlier - but with as much strength as he could muster he moved to the chair and sat down. Jason immediately began to tie him to the chair arms and hands. Adam was confused because he knew he could not be fucked in this position. Then he saw Master bob move a wheeled metal table over towards where Adam sat and Jason worked to tie the ropes to each limb. On the table were a large assortment of shiny knives, saws needle like objects, 2 devices that each had an electrical cord running across the room to a plug. "What do you think Jason?" Master Bob asked. "Do we pierce that fat cock of his first or do we tatt him with the toxic label first?" Jason chuckled low and evil and moved to the table - picking up an assortment of wires. "Well Master Bob Sir, I thank you for asking me my humble opinion - and in my less than worthless opinion I think electro-shock should be used first - then the prince albert and finally we can tattoo him" Master Bob laughed and said "Now I know why I never seem to bore of you Jason... Ok lets begin". They both began to attach the electrodes to Adam's body - concentrating on his nuts balls and tits. The device was turned on - an electrical whine was low but audible. Jason leaned in to look at Adam eyes to eyes... "OK Pig - this is gonna hurt - you may piss yourself but we are gonna get through this". Master Bob moved over to the couch and in one wipe of his hand the word Jupiter vanished from the chalk board. "That's better" Master Bob said. "Can't have him give up at this stage" Adam's safe word was gone... and as he realized the entirety of what this meant - he felt something like millions of ants across parts of his body - and realized also that knowing he had no 'OUT' that his cock was throbbing fully erect and dripping pre-cum. He was ready... more to cum?

Part 7 I heard footsteps coming towards me, and I knew it was going to happen again. “How’s the little bitch doing? Did he enjoy his first breeding?” This was a new voice, but something seemed familiar. “Oh, he says he didn’t, but he was rock hard and dripping. And he lost a little of my seed, so he had to be punished. Hope you don’t mind the damage. He might have a broken nose and the workings of a black eye.” “That’s fine. This little bitch has been teasing for so long with that hard jock ass parading around here. And even more when he’s in the locker room. Strutting around showing off that ass and then acting like a pure little angel and not spreading his ass. It’s about time he learns his lesson.” “With what you’re about to shove up him, he’s gonna learn more than just a lesson.” “He’s gonna be seeing stars when this rips him open. Did you spoil the fun and tell him?” “Yeah, wanted to see his reaction when he learned he was taking my poz load. But there’s more to tell.” “Oh, you didn’t tell him the best part?” “No, Sir. I’m not looking to piss you off and face your wrath. I’m not that stupid, more than 3-4 times.” Both men laughed as they talked about me like I wasn’t there. “Boy, you flatter me. You know I love giving you the wrath. And you know you love feeling it ripping into your ass.” Without any warning, my head was again yanked back by the hair. “Pretty soon Joey, you’ll learn that you love being on your knees in front of men, spreading that ass for any man to fuck that sloppy cunt and add another load of cum to your guts. But I really hope you don’t like it. Because then it will be even more fun to watch you be a bitch for every man to use and abuse, each cock another reminder that you are nothing. Nothing but a pussy for men, a cunt who is so worthless you can’t even get knocked up. A sloppy, stretched out, gaping hole that will take fists, cocks, piss, and what ever a guy wants to put up there. How’s that sound?” I tried looking in what I thought his direction and shaking my head. “Keep fighting boy, it’ll make me enjoy your destruction and humiliation even more. It’ll make seeing you walk around campus more fun to see you go from a proud, macho jock, to a depraved cum dump, looking around for you next deposit. And the best part? You may never realize who I am and what I will be telling people about you. You’re gonna be our new campus whore. Bending over any time, any where, prepping for another fuck. Another load of cum.” Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? The voice moved, and said, “Boy, pin his head to the wall. I want him to see what’s cumming.” My head was again shoved into the wall, again to face the camera. I heard some shuffling and then the tell tale zipper rasp again. A deep grunt was soon followed by, “Sir, did you go bigger again?” A muffled response of, “Yes” was followed by, “Take his blindfold off.” Again, the blindfold was loosened and dropped to hang around my neck. “Look at me Joey. Look into your reckoning.”

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Just wanted to second this (also something my doctor keeps repeating to patients) : CD4 counts are not something you need to stress about, as long as the trend line is constant or increasing from the time you start ARV treatment. It can also fluctuate quite a bit based on when you did your tests. Most importantly, do NOT compare absolute CD4 counts across different patients. One person can have 1,400, like poptronic, and another 300 - yet both can be in perfect health and within their average. It does NOT mean anything.

Part 4 Nick was mostly out of his clothes by now, his sweet boi cock standing straight up. He still had a nice ass too. I got naked as fast as I could. I was shaking. Anthony was kneeling on his bed, Nick sucking his cock to full sail. God your poison cum tastes good Nick said. I jumped on the bed and said I want some of that. I grabbed Anthony's bony ass and sucked as much of his veiny cock in my mouth as I could. Nick had his face buried in my ass and I was loving it. Anthony had his head back and his veiny hands on the back of my head shoving his toxic snake down my throat. He went on poking my pie hole for a few minutes then pulled me off. He got down on his knees and kissed me deep and sloppy. He whispered "you need to die". "Fuck yes" I said. I want all the disease you guys can give me. MMMM fuck yeah Anthony said and spun me around. Ass up, head down, I was begging for his death cum. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I want toxic cum, fuck! Nick was on his knees by my head. I looked up and took his cock in my mouth. Anthony was smearing his leaking death stick around my hole. I knew this would hurt. He was gentle though, until he got in all the way. God you have a tight sweet ass Anthony said. With that he started pounding me like a possessed demon. His bony hips cutting into my ass. I'm killing you right now, Anthony said. You are probably already infected. My cum is super toxic. Tell me what you want. I want your disease, I want as many loads as I can get, fuck your death into me I said. I looked up at Nick and said you can kill me too, and went back to sucking his cock. Nick shot his load down my throat seconds later. He got down and I shared his infected cum with him. Anthony went stiff and growled as he shot his load as deep as he could in me. He leaned over and said you are one of us now. Condemned. We all flopped down on Anthony's bed breathing heavily. I looked at anthony without saying anything. He said what? Nothing, I said smiling. No! Tell me, Anthony said. Well, I said, I'm surprised you have as much energy as you do. Both Anthony and Nick laughed. Nick said, when it comes to fucking, he always has energy" I may only have weeks to live but what else do I have to live for. So tell me what I'm in for, I said. Anthony smiled and said, don't worry about that now. You will get sick in a week or so, as the virus builds up in your system. I want you guys to fuck as much toxic cum into me as you can when I'm sick, and I'd be ok with it if you guys could kill me right then, I said. That's a pretty common theme around here Nick said. I told Anthony the same thing when he infected me. Anthony infected you? I said. Then thinking to myself, it should have been obvious. Yeah, Nick said, I love having Anthony's poison in me. One thing you might not know, Anthony said, is that each person develops his own mutation. Nick and I will want your mutation in us too. Well, if I live long enough. I said, so you don't seem that bad to me. You don't think you have long to live? Anthony looked down and said, it's not like that. This virus also attacks your heart and nervous system as well as the same CD4 destruction that HIV does. After you get bad enough, if you don't get some other infection, your heart and other organs just turn off. Often you will have some muscle jerking just before lights out. I said, so, it sounds like there isn't as much pain and suffering as AIDS. It's probably because you go down faster with RAS Anthony said.

Part 3 Nick put his key in and opened the gate. Fuck, Nice place Nick! Yeah, Anthony is pretty wealthy. We don't have to worry. The gate swung shut and in the house we went. Anthony's room is upstairs Nick said. I grabbed Nick's ass as we went up the stairs. I love little butts. You really want it don't ya, Nick said. We got to the top of the stairs which opened up to a big landing that connected all the upstairs rooms. Nick said hey to a 30ish guy watching TV in one of the rooms. He was naked, but didn't even try to cover up. He was pretty skinny. Nick said, that's Dave. As we went on...That's my room, That's Christian's room. We were getting to the end of the hall. Nick called "hey Anthony" yeah? I have someone for you to meet... shit, I'm naked! Anthony said. Nick just kept going, I wasn't sure if I should follow. It doesn't matter Nick said. We were at the doorway now and I got my first look at Anthony. He was standing with is back to us. He looked over his shoulder and yelled Nick! Nick laughed, and said this is Gary. Anthony turned away for a second. I was fixated on his naked skinny body. He couldn't weigh more than 80 pounds. Then he turned around. Without thinking I said holy shit! Then blushed and said sorry, I'm Gary. Anthony just laughed. "yeah, my wasted body makes my dick look even bigger than it is. I was staring at his huge cock as it started to rise to the occasion. He was hung, alright, wasted or not. I looked over at Nick, and he busted out laughing. Yeah, forgot to mention that! We all laughed. Anthony was looking me up and down, surely noticing the wet spot at the end of my cock. I looked around, we were all hard by then. So what's the story Nick? Anthony asked. Nick said, Well, um, Gary says he wants the bug. Anthony looked at me and said, it sure looks like your cock wants it. I looked down instinctively at my obvious erection, and then at his impressive cock. Anthony continued, are you sure you know what you are saying? I said, yes, as Anthony sat down on his bed, he patted the bed next to him, so I sat down. You know we are all infected with RAS, and there is no cure or treatment. We all will die before our time. Some sooner than others. He looked down. Nick says, but we should still have fun while we can! Anthony looked up with a smile and said yes, we should. So, you're sure you want this? Anthony said as he stood up facing me. I looked at his cock and up at him. Kill me, I said.

If I've met him in a bar, or similar, rather than a sex club, I'll work the fact in that I'm poz & ud and only fuck bare, once it's clear that he wants my dick in him at some point. It's a deal breaker for me - I have zero interest in rubbering up. I'll fuck on a first date, but must admit to being a little old-fashioned and don't have a problem waiting until the 3rd date if I'm really into a guy.

Took 4 cocks and 5 loads today, breaking a two week dry spell. Started the morning with a 48yo muscle daddy that met me after the gym. He had a beer-can thick 7.5" cock that oozed precum. He ate my hole and lubed me up while I broke out the poppers. He was aggressive and verbal, making me beg for his venom. After he dumped his load and left, I realized the window was open, so the neighbors certainly heard! The next guy is a FB that loves using my sloppy hole. Black twink, 10 thick inches. Bred me twice without leaving my hole. Took two more loads after that. Need to stay in practice for MAL!

I've never meet a top that I didn't accept every inch of. It's a duty to me, as a bottom to take what's shoved into me, wether I'm in pain or not.

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

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Agreed! Love showing off and getting more cocks involved. Recently being exhibitionist at the bathhouse helped get double penetrated twice and swapped between a few tops gang-bang style, so, I can't complain haha

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I may be a slut but I have my limits, and I'm worried that they wouldn't be respected when I'm passed out. Plus despite all this talk about being there to please the top I really enjoy getting used by men so I want to be able to experience it.