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A couple of weeks ago I was in Chicago for a few days. I was staying at a very nice, older hotel right on Michigan Avenue's Miracle Mile. I finished early for the day and was back in my room shortly after noon. I was horny for some dick. I posted on Craigslist that I was hosting in my room. I stated the general location of the hotel. And stated that I especially loved BBC. It didn't take long before I got a reply from a black guy with a bbc, just like I was looking for. We chatted back and forth for a few emails. He said he didn't have any pics of his dick. But gave his stats as 40 years old. 6'6", black, muscular, and he was a married guy. He said he had 11"s of cut cock. He told me that he's str8. But liked to get sucked by guys. And he really loved to get his ass rimmed. He said he rarely fucked guys. But if he got horny enough, he might fuck me. Then he told me that he was just getting ready to drive his wife and daughters to the shops across the street from my hotel. After they had lunch, he could leave them for awhile while they shopped at Bloomingdales and some of the other shops for Christmas. And he'd like to come across the street for me to suck and rim him. I was disappointed he didn't send any pics. But if his stats were honest, he sounded HOT. So, I gave him my cell number and asked him to call me when they were through with lunch. I'd then give him my room number and be ready for him. While I waited for him, I douched myself really clean. And took a shower. Sure enough, about an hour and a half later, my cell rang. It was him. He said he'd just left his wife and daughters and was heading out of the mall onto Michigan Ave. As I gave him my room number, I walked to my window, which looked out onto Michigan Ave. I peered down to where the mall doors were. And walking away from them I could make out a very tall black man in a tan overcoat walking towards the corner crosswalk. It was difficult to see too much from my distance. But I was impressed by his large size. If that was indeed him? I could see him crossing the street in my direction, then lost sight of him as he got to my side of the street. A few minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I opened the door to see a very tall, very handsome, very muscular black man in a tan, wool overcoat standing in front of me. My heart nearly skipped a beat or two when I saw not only his handsome face, but his muscular frame. I invited him in. He told me he was nervous. He'd only done this a few times before. But that he'd been so horny lately. His wife had been so busy with all the Christmas preparations, that he hadn't gotten off in over a week. He really needed a blow job. I told him to get comfortable as I began to undress. He quickly shed his clothes. His clothes all had that expensive, executive look to them. Tan, wool overcoat. Dark grey wool slacks. Beautiful, expensive looking shoes. A gorgeous watch that looked like a Rolex. And a wedding ring that was a simple silver band, with small diamonds all the way around it in the center. As he shed his clothes, he was showing off one of the most incredible bodies I've ever seen. He had Billy Dee Williams good looks. The height of a NBA basketball player. And the muscular build of an NFL quarterback. He stripped completely, then laid on the bed, with several of the pillows propped behind him. So he could watch me servicing his cock. I climbed between his muscular thighs and took is flaccid cock into my mouth. It didn't take long for it to begin to grow in my mouth. In about 2 minutes, he had a full, rock hard cock filling my mouth. I licked up and down the shaft. Then sucked both of his balls. Then he turned himself over and got himself on his hands and knees. His ass in my face. I spread his hard, muscular ass cheeks and licked his beautiful, puckered hole. I spread his hole with my fingers and licked the soft, pink insides of his asshole. He was loving it and squirming on my face. I ate and worshipped his ass for about 5 minutes. Pausing momentarily a few times to sniff some poppers. Finally, he flipped back over onto his back and told me to suck him again. I again went back to sucking on his gorgeous cock. His 11" description was on the conservative side. He could have easily had well over 12". And super thick. I came up for air and said, "I want your dick in my ass". He laughed and said, "You think you can handle it? A lot of guys want me to fuck them. But few can actually take it". "I don't know if I can actually take it, either? But I sure want to try." He laughed again. "I don't fuck with condoms, though. Condoms make me go soft. Are you alright with taking it bare?" Not wanting to appear tooooo anxious, I said, "Yeah. That's cool". But in reality, I wanted to shout out...."FUCK YEAH..!!! FUCK ME BARE WITH THE BBC OF YOURS!!!" While I normally just like using spit as lube, I knew I was going to need a lot of slick lube to be able to accommodate his BBC. I reached for the lube I had on the nightstand. I lubed up my own hole. Then squeezed some on his cock. Lubing it up, so it was really slick. Then I gave my ass one extra finger full of lube, just to make sure. "How do you want to fuck me", I asked? "Sit on me", he said. With him laying on his back, I straddled him. Putting his bbc up to my hole. I knew I was going to need some poppers in order to take him. I took a few, deep sniffs of poppers. Then started to lower myself onto his big, black and thick cock. I got part way down onto it and had to hold it there to adjust to the size of it. And to take some more sniffs of poppers. Thankfully, I had a fresh bottle that gave me a good rush. I continued to lower my ass down onto his cock, till I could feel his bushy pubes against my ass cheeks. I held his cock there for a few moments to adjust. Then began to rock back and forth on it. He reached up and pinched my nipples. Well,,,,,,,,,my nipples are hard wired. That's all it took for me to start to bounce up and down on his cock. My ass had adjusted to his girth and length. And I was enjoying the feel of his cock filling my ass. I rode him like that for 4 or 5 minutes. Then he pushed me off him and told me to kneel on the edge of the bed. I did as he told me as he climbed off the bed and stood behind me. He put his cock back up to my asshole and pushed back inside me. "Ahhhhhh.........fuck...!!!!", I groaned. He slid even deeper into me. It hurt just a bit, but I took another couple of sniffs of poppers to loosen up. "Let me try those", he said. I reached back to hand him the bottle of Amsterdam Poppers. He took a couple of sniffs. Put the cap back on and tossed the bottle onto the mattress next to my head. I took another sniff and settled in to take a deep pounding from this monster cock. He slapped my ass as he was fucking me. "You like my big black cock in your white pussy", he asked? "Fuck, Yeah", I growled. "You're gonna' take it like a bitch, faggot". This handsome, educated, wealthy businessman was turning into a fowl mouthed, horny, fag fucker as he pounded my ass. It was a huge turn on to hear him degrading me as he fucked my white hole. "Yeah, your white pussy feels good, baby. Not many white faggots can take this dick of mine". "Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me", I grunted as he pounded my ass with his big black dick. He'd slap my ass hard. It would sting a bit. But felt good at the same time. Each time he'd thrust into me, I could hear him grunt, under his breath the words "faggot, whore, pussy, cunt, queer, cocksucker, slut". His thrusts were getting harder and deeper with each thrust. His body was slamming into me so hard, that the bedframe was slamming against the wall. And his body was making a slapping sound as it rammed against me. "Take my load, you fuckin' faggot" and he thrust into me hard and deep. I squeezed my ass on him as his body shook in orgasm. He grabbed my shoulders and held himself deep inside me as he continued to shake in orgasm. A loud, muffled growl was coming from him as I continued to milk his cock with my ass muscles. A few more quick thrusts, then he pulled out and collapsed onto the mattress, next to me. I rolled and collapsed alongside him. I snuggled up to him as we both laid there, catching our breaths. I stroked his muscular chest and played with his erect nipples as spooned him. I would have loved for that to have gone on for a long time. But he got up and asked if he could shower? "Of course", I said. This giant piece of masculinity climbed off my bed. His big, monster cock, now soft and swinging between his legs, moved to the bathroom and I heard the water start to run in the shower. I dressed and sat in a chair, waiting for him to return. He came back into the room as he was drying his beautiful black body with the white hotel towel. I watched and admired his perfect body as he dressed in silence. A simple "Thanks" was all he said as he walked to the door. Unlocked it and stepped out into the hallway. I walked to my window. About 4 minutes later I saw him crossing Michigan Avenue. His cell phone pressed to his ear. No doubt, calling his wife, so he could meet up again with his wife and daughters. They'd have no idea that as they were picking out his Christmas gifts, he was across the street, pounding the ass of a white faggot, who would keep his cum warm in my hole for the next 5 hours. Before it finally had to make it's exit out of my ass. When I finally did expel his cum from my hole. I must have had 3 table spoons or more of cum drop into the toilet bowl the first time. Then a few minutes later I had to go back to the toilet to expel another couple of table spoons full of cum. My ass was too sore the rest of that day to take anymore dick. But the good pain I felt in my ass the rest of the day, was just a nice reminder of the huge dick that had fucked and filled me that afternoon. Damn! No wonder I love big black cocks.

We sat in the back of the theater for almost an hour. I learned his name was Mario and that he lived with an uncle not too far from the theater. He would play with my tits for a bit and then slide a finger in the crack of my ass below my balls, rubbing the wet hole and telling me what a fucking whore I was. He still had my clothes and told me that he would only give them back to me when I was ready to go to the arcade side. A few guys came and sat next to me and he would let them touch me and finger my hole but I wasn't allowed to suck or stroke any of them. "You're going to have to wait until we go to the arcade," he would tell anyone who wanted a blowjob. After an hour of being teased I really wanted some more action. "Can we go to the arcade now?" I asked. "Depends on what you will let me have done to you," he said, and flashed a gorgeous smile. "You can make me do anything that turns you on. I just need some cock in my mouth and ass." He handed me my tshirt. "Put this on." Then he handed me my shorts but gave me the lube separately. "Lube up again before you put these on." I took a big glob of lube on a couple fingers, stood up and slid a couple fingers up my ass. A couple of guys were watching from the back row and one of them came over to me with his boner out. "Go ahead and grease him up," said Mario. I took the guy's cock in my lubed hand and stroked him. "Can I let him fuck me?" I asked Mario. "Sure he can fuck you.......if he wants to come to the arcade. Now put your pants on and follow me." I did as I was told and begged the guys in the back row to come to the arcade because I really needed to get fucked. We had to pass through the main store to get to the arcade and to my surprise the cute clerk was still there. I smiled at him and he laughed. "Damn, you've been in there a long time. Hope you got what you came for." Mario patted my ass and said, "He's just getting started. How busy is in the arcade?" "Pretty busy," said the clerk. "There might be nine or ten guys back there." "Cool," said Mario. "If you get off before we leave my buddy would love a go at you." The clerk laughed and flashed a dazzling smile. "I don't know. You taking loads?" he asked me. "I am so fucking horny," I said. "I'd take your cock if you needed to release." "Let me see your ass." What? He wanted me to show my ass in the store? There was only one guy looking at video packages on the other side of the room. It seemed pretty safe. I pulled my pants down over my ass and showed the clerk my bubble butt. " Bend over and show him your hole," said Mario. I wasn't sure about that but the clerk also told me he wanted to see my hole. I let my pants drop to my ankles and bent over. Mario slipped a couple fingers in my ass, and pulled them out covered with lube and cum. "Looks like you were busy in there," said the clerk. Then a couple of the guys from the theater came out and started towards the arcade. "Well, hope you can make it to the arcade before we leave," said Mario. "This boy needs to get bred some more." "I'm fucking going to try," said the clerk. Hell, I would have let him fuck me right there if he had wanted but he had a job to do and Mario wanted to pimp me out so we went back to the arcade. We passed the front door and Mario told me to hand over my clothes. "We can't go to a booth?" I asked. "In time you'll make it to a booth but I want to fuck you here first." I took off my shirt and handed it to him. He tweaked my nipples as a couple guys watched. "Give me your pants." I stripped my pants off and handed them to him. "Hands up against the wall." I put my hands up against the wall, my ass exposed. Mario came up behind me and rubbed his cock on my hole. We were only a few feet from the door when he pushed his cock all the way in to me. It felt so good to have a cock in me again. He pumped me and the two guys watching came over and rubbed my chest and ass. "Open the door," said Mario to one of the guys. He walked over and opened the door to the arcade that went to the store. The clerk watched Mario fuck me and rubbed his cock through his jeans. Mario laughed and pulled out of my ass, turned me around and pushed me down to my knees, putting his cock in my mouth. "He'll fucking do anything," said Mario to the clerk, then closed the door to the arcade. Mario pulled me to my feet and led me around the arcade. It went in a loop and he was looking for the booth with the big glory hole. Many of the booths were occupied and the booth with the big glory hole was one of them. "Well, that sucks," said Mario. "I want that booth so you take anonymous loads." He had me stand against the wall naked across from the booth he wanted. There were now four guys walking around the arcade. Mario went up to one of them and whispered something in his ear. He was an older guy with a bald head and pot belly. Mario came over to me and turned me around. He spread my ass cheeks, exposing my hole. I felt a cock push in to me and pumped my hole. "That's it, fuck him," said Mario. The older guy pumped his cock deep inside me and the other three guys gathered around to watch. He pumped harder and soon gasped as he pushed his cum deep in my gut. "He's here to take loads so if you want to nut in him go ahead," said Mario to the other guys. It wasn't long before the older guy softened and fell out of my hole but as soon as he pulled back one of the other guys took his place. He was a muscle guy around forty with a goatee. The best thing was his cock, a hard seven inches that was soon pumping a load of goopy white cum inside me. Two more loads had already been deposited and I had only been there 10 minutes. Evidently, we were making some noise because a guy opened the door to the booth with the glory hole. He was a young guy about 22 with short blonde hair and a beautiful body. His cock was in his hand stroking and he watched as the third guy came up behind me and slipped his cock in to me. "You want to share that booth," asked Mario. "My buddy there will do whatever you want if we can use the booth." "I want him to eat me," said the guy from the booth door. "He loves eating ass," said Mario, "and he's really good at it. He's already rimmed me a couple time since he's been here." The guy fucking me pumped another load of cum in me, breathing hard and holding his cock in me as he emptied his balls. When he pulled out Mario pushed me in to the booth and told me to get on the floor. I laid on my back and Mario told the guy in the booth he could sit on my face. He still had his pants on so he stripped them off so he could straddle my face. I stuck my tongue out as Mario told me to do and the guy slowly lowered his butt on to my face. I flickered my tongue on to his ass hole, then started licking him with wide swaths with my rough tongue. He pushed deep on to me and I saw a group of guys watching from the door. Mario brought one of them in and told him he could fuck me if he got naked. Clothes started flying. I had a butt on my face and now a guy was lifting my legs so he could get access to my hole. I felt a huge cock head slide past my sphincter, much bigger than the guys who had fucked me in the arcade so far. Mario let another guy in and he was getting blown by the guy I was rimming. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" It was the guy fucking me. He loaded my ass with more cum. Mario was still directing and had the guy get off my face. Mario pulled me up off the floor. "I didn't want this booth for nothing," he said. "Put your butt up to the glory hole." I did as I was told and the guy who liked to be rimmed put his butthole back in front of my face. My tongue found its way to his hole and as I ate his butt I felt a cock enter me through the glory hole. It was pumping me hard and felt great. I heard taking from the other booth and realized Mario was the guy fucking me. He pulled out and another cock immediately took his place. "I told you he was a fucking whore," I heard Mario say. There was grunting from the other side and I knew I had just gotten bred again. Then there was some tag teaming going on because a guy would pump me for a minute then someone would take his place. It seemed like there were at least four guys taking turns on me. My hole was getting very sloppy from all the cum in it but guys kept fucking me. All the time I was eating ass. He couldn't seem to get enough of my tongue. One of the other the guys unloaded through the glory hole. When it stopped Mario came back over to my booth. "God, what a slut. Look at you, eating that butt with your own ass pressed against the glory hole. What a desperate whore. Don't you think so, James?" I looked up and there was the clerk. I wanted him so bad. "We've been watching your antics from the closed circuit camera and I got someone to cover the front so I could have a turn at you," he said. "Mario says I can do anything I want to you." Mario had gotten naked again and his eight incher pointed straight up. James started stripping and he looked better and better as first his shirt, then his jeans and finally his briefs hit the floor. His cock was huge, easily bigger than Mario's and much thicker. I knew I would be able to take it as I had had two cocks in me earlier but he was still going to be a challenge. "Fuck, you are hung," said the guy I had been rimming. "Well, I'm going to have some fun with this guy so stick around." Mario pushed me on my knees in front of James and I gagged as I tried to deep throat him. His cock pushed to the back of my throat and as I squeezed the base of his cock a big glob of precum released from his piss slit. I pulled back and licked it off, savoring the sweetness. My ass was hungry for his massive cock but Mario hadn't given the okay. James took my head in both hands and fucked my face, taking his cock out of my mouth every so often and rubbing it on my cheeks. Finally, Mario pulled me to my feet and asked James how he wanted me. "There's a chair in the hallway. Let's go out there." Mario and James led me out of the booth and there was a folding chair in a corner. James sat on the chair, his cock pointing straight up. "Sit on him," said Mario. I slowly lowered my ass on to his cock facing away from him. It took some time but as I got used to it I heard guys urging me to take it deeper. There were now six other guys besides Mario watching us and the lights had been turned on. A guy came down the hallway towards us and I saw he had a camera. Mario said, "show us your pussy." I leaned back on James as much as I could so they could easily see his hard cock driving in to my hole. I was working my ass over his cock and the guy with the camera asked me how it felt. I told him how much I loved the feeling of cock in my butt hole and that I wanted more cum inside me. "How many loads do you have in you now , baby?" It was James asking me. "I've lost track. I just know I want your big gusher in me." "Oh, you're going to get it. But my buddy and I want to tape you taking it. You okay with that?" "I'm a slut. I'll do whatever you want." "Turn around on me," said James. "I want to make out with you and I want one of these guys to get down and tongue you while I fuck you. Come on guys, if you rim him I might even pull out and let you suck me." I slowly turned around to face James, making sure to not let his cock come out of me. Once I faced him I wrapped my arms around his neck and as we kissed I felt a tongue flicker on my hole as I was getting fucked. Turns out the guy who liked to get eaten also liked to rim. His tongue tried to move inside me but James' cock was too big to allow it. James pulled out so the guy could get a taste of his cum covered cock, then pushed back inside me. Then I felt someone trying to mount me from behind. It was Mario. He thought he was going to dp me again but James' cock was too big. As stretched out as my hole was there wasn't going to be another cock in me alongside James. There were now two guys jerking off near my face as James and I made out. James looked up at them and told them they could shoot their loads on us if they wanted. He kissed me again and there was soon a thick wad of cum shooting on our mouths. He pulled back a little and took some in his mouth then kissed it in to me. Then the other guy came on our faces, unloading another big load of salty cum on our mouths. We kept making out, cum all over our faces. James started licking it off me and then I licked it off him, eating it as we went. James started pumping his cock harder in to me. I rode him and held on. The cameraman told him he wanted a cum shot so he pulled out and shot a load on my back but then immediately putting his cock back in me, breeding my hole with his cum. His cock kept throbbing and he shot more cum inside me. "Nice shot boys," said the cameraman. "Keep shooting," said James. Mario was standing there, still acting like a whoremaster. He pulled me off of James and got me on the floor on my knees. As he pushed his cock in to me James came over and made me suck his cock clean. Mario had eight inches but he pumped easily as I was so wide open. It felt awesome to have his dick in me as I sucked James. Then James turned around and offered his hole to my tongue. Such a sweet hole. My tongue, his hole, Mario's cock, my hole as a crowd I'd guys watched me take them. Mario pumped faster and I stroked my cock. Mario shot his load in to me and I shot mine all over the floor. The cameraman went to a closeup of my asshole per James' instructions and as cum oozed out of my hole two more guys walked over and came on my used cunt, adding to the mess. Needless to say, I was used up for the night. I had gotten there in late morning and it was now past eight. Mario brought me my clothes but James wouldn't let me wipe up so the cum leaking from my ass made a big wet spot in my shorts as I walked back to my car. Whenever I plan to go to this place now I call ahead to see if James is working. He's told me to be on the lookout for our video but so far I haven't seen it.

Bred a HOT furry otter from craigslist tonight, hot college boy, had a starving hole so I gladly bred his sweet hole & made him cum. Was a hot time! Left his hole used & cummy.

I had every intention of keeping my word and leaving this thread. Even unfollowed it. But misterpiggy wrote me and asked me to come back. I wrote him and asked him some things. He asked me to post it here. So.......... Here you go, misterpiggy. Nelliess is correct. The laws for homosexual sex are the same as heterosexual sex. Here in the USA as well. Consent must continue through the entire act. And I do not give up any right to a top when he has his bare cock in my ass. We are on an even playing field. Unless, as he stated, it's a Dom sub relationship. The top does not dictate what I do. That would be the same as him demanding one take his piss and drink it. If the bottom finds that revolting (crazy, I know), then he has the right to say no. Look... I am so over the political correctness that has taken over the world. No one truly has freedom anymore. And I certainly don't want to take freedom from anyone. But that goes for bottoms as well. It's been said before, tops are not gods. They do not get to dictate what happens. My point all along has been that if a top and bottom discuss what will happen, then there is no need to give up rights or no need for worry about whether the bottom is going to ask the top to pull out. Help me understand why that is such a burden? I'm sincerely asking. I'm not talking about bath house scenarios. There.... The bottom takes it bare, he knows he's gonna get the load. But in hook ups, why not hash it out before even meeting up? What's the issue with that? Again, sincerely asking.

I am a 50 year old bi guy. I am married but, due to a number of reasons, my wife and I haven’t had sex in eight years. She makes trips to visit a couple of friends several times a year, and is usually is gone for a month or more each time. She won’t admit it, but I discreetly got proof that she is getting her fair share of sex while out of town with a young guy with a cock a lot bigger than mine (I am only 5.5, cut). I discovered I was bi in my late 20’s. Usually it was some guy giving me a hand or blow job in an adult bookstore. I was almost 40 before I ever sucked a cock, and a few years later before I was fucked for the first time. For the past 8 years with no sex at home, my interest in gay sex has increased to the point I would rather have sex with a guy than a woman. I have a busy job and work a lot of hours, so, with no time for all the game-playing needed to seduce a woman, I turned to the always available quick anonymous gay encounters. Never one to turn down a helping hand or a hot mouth, I found I really enjoy sucking others as well. I have only had a cock up my ass, but that guy fucked me a dozen times, and I love it. The guy, however, always wore a condom. Although I fully understand the need for safe sex, I always fantasized about a nice stiff cock shooting a full load deep into my insides. Well, my wife had gone on one of her trips which was supposed to be for a week and a half, but was quickly approaching six weeks. I was in a bottoming mood, and had visited a few adult bookstores over the last few weeks but all I found were guys wanting to suck me off. My ass itched and during my daily beat off sessions, I fantasized about a guy filling me with his cream, so, with the weekend coming, I decided to try and satisfy the itch. I had visited a bathhouse a few times since my early bi days. I hadn’t played then, just walked around and checked it out. I decided now that I was more active, I would give it another try. Saturday afternoon I took the time to touch up the shave job on my ass, balls and around my cock. I also took some extra effort to be sure my ass was squeaky clean. Better to be safe than sorry. I grabbed a tube of lube, a fresh brown bottle, condoms, and some rubber bands. I use the wide fat rubber bands like a cock ring. They provide a lot more flexibility for tightness than a metal ring or the leather straps with snaps. I stopped for dinner and a couple of drinks on my way to the baths. The drinks relaxed me a bit as I was nervous about what to expect. Upon arriving I rented a room in the bath and made a few preparations. The room was basic with a single bed with a pillow, a small table next to the bed and a locker to put your clothes in. A small wastepaper basket sat against the wall. It contained a few paper towels and a number of used condoms. A TV in the room was on with some hot gay porn playing. I quickly stripped and put my clothes in the locker. I set the tube of lube and a single condom on the table next to the bed and slid my brown bottle under the pillow, placed a couple of rubber bands on the bed for use later, then wrapped my towel around my waist and headed out to check-out the place. I walked around the halls a little then headed to the sauna and steam room. A number of guys were involved in hand jobs and blow jobs in the sauna and steam room, but I just watched. My cock was hard as a rock and I didn’t want to play too early and risk getting off before I found a top. After a nice refreshing shower, I wandered the halls a little more so that everyone there could see me. Finally I headed back to my own room. I shut the door halfway before dropping my towel, quickly lubed my hole, slipped a couple of rubber bands around my hard cock and balls, then laid down on my belly on the bed, my legs and ass facing the door. I positioned the tube of lube next to my ass so anyone peeking in would have no doubt what I was looking for. I didn’t have long to wait. After about ten minutes a nice looking guy came in and shut the door. I looked back at him just as he dropped his towel, freeing a 7 ½” uncut cock with a nice set of hanging balls. I smiled as I rolled onto my side and he approached the head of the bed. His cock was just level with my mouth and he thrust his pelvis forward indicating he wanted me to suck him. I opened my mouth wide taking him fully into my mouth as my hands began massaging his balls. His cock quickly grew as I rolled my tongue around the head and teased his piss hole. As I sucked him, he began rubbing my chest and playing with my nipples until they were rock hard, then lowered his hand to begin stroking my own hard cock. I let his cock slip from my mouth and began licking from base to tip as I asked him what his health status was and grabbing my brown bottle and taking a couple of hits. He never answered me, but took a firm grip on my cock so he could sense my response, and shoved his cock deep into my throat. I knew at that moment that he was POZ. I looked into his eyes as I licked his cock and he asked me if I would take it bareback. I answered “If I get excited enough.” He must have liked the answer as I felt his cock grow stiffer. As I took him back into my mouth he continued to play with my cock as his other hand begin massaging my back, slowly working lower. When his fingers reached the top of my crack he began playing with the lube that had worked it’s way up. He played with the top of my crack a little before I felt his fingers go lower, searching for the entrance to my hole. I continued sucking his cock in earnest as I felt him slip first one, then two fingers into my well-lubed ass. My hole opened under his touch, inviting them inside. Suddenly he pulled his fingers from my ass and stepped back, pulling his cock from my mouth. As I felt a sense of loss, I looked into his eyes as he said “Get on your back. I want your ass.” I rolled onto my back and began stroking my cock as I saw him grab the condom from the table and open the foil package and slip the condom out. I lay there with my legs spread, stroking myself and playing with my balls as he moved to the foot of the bed. He stood there watching me and began stroking his own cock still wet from my mouth. He held the condom between the thumb and finger of his one hand in front of his chest as he slowly stroked his cock with the other. Everything seemed in slow motion. My eyes were locked on his. I felt him trying to peer deep inside my soul. His eyes sought to find my deepest desires. As we stared at each other, he asked “How excited are you?” I could not answer. I was in a trance. Slowly my eyes drifted downwards, first to the condom held in front of his chest and then to his beautiful cock being slowly stroked. My eyes fixed on his cock as I released my own and reached for the brown bottle and shoved it up my nose inhaling deeply. I quickly took long deep breaths, breathing nothing but poppers as I felt the warmth and the rush begin. My eyes then looked up to his again, opening wide, letting him see deep inside. My gaze then dropped to the condom. I looked at it but a second before I turned my head slightly but noticeably, letting my eyes trace a line from the condom to the waste basket. My eyes quickly returned to his as I watched a big smile fill his face. He let go of his cock, bringing his hand up to grasp the protruding reservoir of the condom. Slowly he began pulling it as the condom unrolled, until it was just a dangling useless piece of latex. As he began kneeling on the bed, he flicked his wrist sending the condom to join the others in the waste basket. He grasped my legs raising them up so he had full access to my opening. I relaxed my muscles as I felt him begin to push at my entrance and I knew I was about to experience being filled by my first POZ load.

Agee 100% with this. Once upon a time, I was new bottoming and had one guy who wanted to fuck raw. I liked him, he liked me, we had great chemistry, but it was always a mini-fight about condom use. I was so uneasy that it resulted in us hardly hooking up. When we did, I was reluctant and asked him to pull out. He was annoyed, but it was our compromise. I was concerned that he bb'ed with other guys all the time. Him cumming in me meant I had to be paranoid for the next 3-6 months. I was topping bare, but never as a bottom. I was 20, uninformed, and paranoid. Now... when I discovered prep, I would've let him unload in me all the time, but that didn't happen when I was seeing him. Happened when I was seeing some other big dicked fucker thats still a favorite, but thats neither here nor there. So yes, barebacking is a gradual journey and not everyone is eager take any load into them from guys they hardly know. Some people want great raw sex but they're concerned about the health issues, practical or not. Some people just don't like cum or don't wanna be bothered holding it in or rinsing it out.

Hi guys. This is part 1 of a slowly evolving dirty fantasy that's rolling around my head. Let me know if you like it and there may be more to follow. The Club - Part 1: The First Entry Six years. Six fucking years with that… that ass hole. I did everything for him. I was the perfect little show husband, (although he never actually got round to putting the ring on my finger). I put up with his boring personality and the dwindling sex life. It wasn't great to begin with but it pretty much completely stopped about nine months ago, the same time he met that fucking seventeen year old twink with whom he’s shacked up. Bastard. As I finished off the vodka sat alone in my crappy studio apartment I decided I had had enough. Enough of sitting there feeling sorry for myself drinking my way to oblivion for the fifth night that week. I was twenty eight, had a pretty good body and was so fucking horny. I was tired of living like a fucking monk, so I put on my jeans that made my ass look great and my sluttiest t-shirt before heading out to the nearest gay club. It was a busy Saturday night and I think the bouncer could tell I had already had a fair bit to drink, but I just slipped him a couple of notes and he let me straight in. The club was hot and sweaty with a million bodies moving in time to the thump thump of the beat. I squeezed into the middle of the dance floor and let the beat take over me. I was getting a fair few looks from different hot guys, but I was in the zone until I saw him. Just for a second, between two other guys, across the room. He was tall, short black hair, deep green eyes. Our eyes met. Just for a fraction of a second, but I was hooked. I worked my way through the crowd desperately trying to get to him. He stood there staring at me, staring into me. I walked up to him. He was wearing tight black straight leg jeans and a light blue shirt, barely covering his rippling body. “Hey can I buy you a drink” I yelled over the pounding beat, gesturing to his nearly empty beer bottle. “Do you want to fuck?” he replied. “Uh, sorry?” “Do. You. Want. To. Fuck?" I paused for a second, he was pretty forward, but there was something about him, something I just couldn't resist. I smiled a nodded to him. He downed what was left in the bottle before setting it down on the table. Then he grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the downstairs bathroom. The bathroom was filthy. Graffiti all over the walls and the strong smell of stale piss, although the floor was covered in fresh piss. There were three stall, all in use with a queue of about four guys waiting to use them. Just as we walked in the stall at the far end came free. As the next guy tried to step into it, my guy pushed past him, dragging me in and locking the door. Before I could say a word he threw me against the wall and rammed his tongue down my throat. As I put my hands on his muscular body and tried to get a feel. He grabbed both my arms and pinned them to the wall behind me. With one hand he held both my arms by my wrists above my head. With the other hand he reached into my pants and grabbed me dick. He could feel I was already rock hard. He lifted up my t-shirt and pulled it over my head exposing my smooth chest. He kissed me all over my chest, and when he had my left nipple in his mouth he bit down hard. "Ouch!” “Don't make a fucking sound,” he barked. He pulled my trousers and underpants down to my ankles and forced me on to my knees. He unbuttoned the top of his jeans and unzipped the fly. Out fell a fat, thick, juicy, perfect, uncut eight and a half inch dick. “Well? Get to it,” he commanded. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. I opened my mouth and took his fat cock head into my mouth. Before I could react he grabbed the back of my head and thrust his entire dick in my mouth. I began choking and tried to pull away. “Fucking take it, take it all” he grunted. I managed to relax my throat and control my breathing. I started sucking on it as he started fucking my throat. As I was kneeling there in a large puddle of piss with his dick being forced down me I felt more alive than I had throughout the last six years combined. I didn't know anything about this guy, not even his name. But already I had his dick deep in my mouth and I was loving it. After couple more minutes of fucking my skull he pulled all the way out and I gasped for breath. He pushed his jeans down a little, unbuttoned his shirt and sat on the toilet seat. “You want it?” he said whilst looking to his rock hard cock covered in my spit. I moved over and positioned my ass over his fat dick. Then I noticed a strange tattoo on his chest, just above the nipple on his left peck. It was the number thirty two inside a circle, which was at the center of a bio hazard symbol. He caught me looking at it. “Yeah, I’m poz. You still want this?” I hadn't thought about this at all. All I knew was this was the best experience of my life and I didn't want it to stop,so I lowered myself down onto the tip of his cock. The tip parted my ass and poked inside. It hurt like fuck as my hole had not had any use in a long time so it was super tight. A sadistic smile crept across his face. Oh fuck I knew what was coming next but could do anything to stop it. He grabbed my shoulders and and yanked me all the way down on his cock. As his dick forced its way inside me I could feel my ass tearing. As I opened my mouth to let out a yelp of pain, he put his hand over my mouth, muttering “Don't say a fuckin' word.” I gritted my teeth and kept my mouth as tightly shut as I could, as he bounced me up and down on his fat dick. Each time it felt like it was going deeper and tearing my ass wider. It fucking hurt like hell but I was loved it. I was in pure ecstasy. I started bouncing faster and fasted. I could feel every ridge of his dick in my ass and it felt amazing. I wanted it harder, faster, deeper. He started pulling all the way out and forcing himself all the way back in again. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop me from crying out. I reached to grab my own dick, which was still rock hard. He slapped my hand away, snarling “Oh no, bitch. You're just a fucking slut. You don't get to wank.” He forced himself in faster and faster. Oh fuck, it felt amazing. His dick started ramming straight into my prostate. It felt like electricity was shooting through my body with every thrust. Just as I was about to explode he pushed me off of his cock, onto my knees where I ended-up kneeling in a puddle of piss. He grabbed his dick and gave himself a few swift tugs, and then ordered “Fucking open wide.” I opened my mouth and after a few quick strokes he fired all over the place. I managed to catch most of his sweet dirty seed in my mouth, but he came so much it splattered over my face, chest and in my hair. I swallowed all of his spunk instantly. “Clean it” he barked as I stared at his dick, covered in split, spunk and blood from my torn ass hole. I dutifully sucked it clean, taking every last inch into my mouth. Once I had cleaned his dick he quickly fastened up his shirt before pulling his jeans back up. “Unlock your phone and give it to me” he ordered. I complied. Snap, the flash went off and I worked out he had taken a picture of me. Covered in cum and kneeling on a piss soaked floor. “I sent it to myself, so you have my number” he said tossing my phone back to me “Give me a text sometime. I think my mates would really like you.” And as quick as that he was gone. I wasn’t poz yet, but I had taken my first step on my journey to joining the club.

For as long as I can remember, my hormones have had more control over me than anything else. And when they kick into high gear, there is no denying that I need sex. Times like these, a trip to the bathhouse is definitely in order. A casual hook-up will not do the trick when I'm this hot -I need to feel like a whore. After checking in and getting a room, I stripped and did a round to check out who was on hand. Lucky for me the place was busy enough and in no time I had a sexy Daddy-type checking me out. He came over, looked me deep in the eyes and said, "I know what you need," in a deep and sexy voice. "You got a room?" I nodded and he grabbed my hand and led the way out. Neither of us was into wasting time. I'd already prepared my ass for some major action and was lubed and good to go, so once in my room, he bent me over the small bed and slid his very nice dick into my hungry hole. His dick felt perfect in my ass -long enough to feel it, and thick enough to give me that stretch that I ache for. He eased in balls deep on the first go, and then gave his hips a couple of ruts to smack my butt cheeks, and then hauled back and began to pump me. We stayed in this position for a while, 10 or 15 minutes, with his hands on my hips, pulling me back and impaling me onto his meaty shaft. I loved hearing the smack, smack, smack of our bodies colliding, and feeling my buns ripple with every impact. He suddenly pulled out of my now loose hole, making a wet popping sound from the abrupt retreat, and told me to get on my back. He knelt over me and lifted my ankles to his shoulders, then shoved forward and entered me again. He was working up a really good sweat and I was loving every second of it. I get extra hot when the guy who is fucking me gets to sweating like a pig, dripping all over me, and huffing and puffing. After another 15 minutes like this he said he was going to cum and pulled his hips back, his dick falling out of me, and let my legs fall to his sides. There had been no discussion before this fuck, but I assumed that since I hadn't questioned condom use he would know that I wanted his load up my ass. I reached down and positioned his dick at my hole again and managed to wiggle myself until I had a couple of inches back into me. He looked down at me with a worried expression on his handsome face. "I can't . . . I'm poz," he said regretfully. I must admit that I never considered myself a chaser. Sure, I've gotten hot watching poz videos online and reading the stories. But I was not entirely sure if it was something that I would go after. Until now. I felt a surge inside of me, a rush of adrenaline, and a hunger that didn't originate in my stomach. I scissored my long legs behind his back, locking my ankles against his butt, and pulled him deeper into me. "Undetectable?" I asked. "Toxic," he replied, now looking into my eyes. The rush inside me grew even stronger, and I heaved my hips off of the bed and lunged further towards him, taking his entire dick into me now. "I want your cum in me," I said in a breathy voice. "You're poz?" he asked me. I just shook my head 'no' in response. "You sure you want this?" I tightened my grip around his waist and he got the message. His entire expression changed, and I saw the hunger that I was feeling mirrored in his face. "Fuck, you are so hot," he growled, leaning down to rest his upper body weight on his hands, hovering over me and slamming his dick into me over and over again. "I'm going to pump you so full of my toxic baby juice . . . you're gonna get pregnant tonight," he said, now wearing a very happy grin while he continued to pound me. Knowing that he was going to give me the gift of his virus seemed to spur him on, and he fucked me like I've never been fucked before. Deep and hard. One of those fucks that is all-consuming. We were so engrossed in each other that the crowd that had formed at the door didn't distract us for even a second. "You ready for it? You ready for me to knock you up?" he asked. "Fuck yes! Breed me! Give me your poz load!" I yelled so that everyone could hear. "I'm gonna charge you up! Fuuuuck!" he yelled, and I could feel his dick swelling, and I could also feel his dick spray painting my guts with his viral load. He was panting and drenched in sweat, and lay entirely on top of me while his balls emptied their seed into me. When he finally came down enough, he lifted his head and kissed me sweetly on the mouth. "That was amazing. I can't remember the last time I blew my load inside a hot ass. I hope you're ready for this." "It's my decision and I'm happy that I finally made it," I told him confidently, just in case I had to erase any doubt or guilt that might be creeping up on him. He finally shoved his weight up and off of me and eased his now softened cock out of my loose hole. "In that case, why don't we make sure that you get good and knocked up tonight" he said. More to come?

First time poster here to explain the backstory of this tweet. This story is 100% true: https://twitter.com/cuntarmo/status/675104714695041025 So this was my second time breeding Cunarmo, the most famous cum dump in NYC. I one time bred him before after attending a disappointing "party" (gangbang cum dump had a very short time limit with a pushy overseer and barely lubed up) in which I gave him two big loads in between two consecutive fucks and he loved it. So I just came back form successful job training and my cock was hard and my balls ache because I had not cum for an entire 7 days. I don't jerk off anymore because I live with my roomates with zero privacy so I'm like overflowing with cum. I also was wearing a brand new jockstrap called Trophy Boy that has a removable pouch for the cock so it acts as both a cock ring and easy access to my cock and balls as well as my ass. Thankfully Cuntarmo answered the call. After some set up and walking, I was suppose to meet another top and go tag fuck him, something I never done. This was the first of many firsts. So I walk with the bottom, this hot Asian dude in that other picture and I see classic Cunarmo. Ass up in a jockstrap with a hood on ready on the bed. Next to him was all sort of supplies such as wipes, poppers (which I don't use), lube, hand sanitize, ect. He knows how to take care of his tops. The lights were also dim in a moody way but the room was lit up so you could still see everything and everyone, which is great because I hate dark rooms. There was a slight puddle of cum on the floor, which is great because I told him to be extra cummy as I wanted to churn loads. He said he took five of them earlier than me. More on that later. So I strip down to my new jockstrap and I'm already half hard but I try to be a gentleman and offer the Asian dude to go first. He stressed for me to go first and we bickered each other with kindness for a bit and then to my surprise he grabs my cock and stroke it. Even more of a surprise, before I can even say anything he sucks it for a bit. This makes me super hard since Asians are my weakness and I know now he is a verse. Hot! He guides me over to Cuntarmo's hole and I finger it a bit. After some probing, I shove my cock in, all the way to the base in one thrust. His ass is nice and wet and barely any resistance as I start humping. I tell him to contract and he does alternating, loose then grip. Loose and then grip. I can feel the loads in there mixing together around my cock. I churn fuck him like this as the Asian is being blown and every time I pull out, some cum hits the floor so hard you can hear the spill which makes my balls twitch. The Asian and me switch positions and for the first time Cunarmo blows me. He is good, not as good as his ass but it kept me hard. I commanded him to suck my cock. Then I would pull it out of his mouth and slap his hooded face with it and then wave it so the tip of my mushroom head would brush against his lips in a tease. Then he stuck his tongue out and I slapped it with my cock and then he sucked it some more. To my surprise, he then starts licking my balls, which I love as I did trim them that day. This entire time, the Asian is fucking. I remember this is suppose to be a tag team and I move over to the Asian, stroking my cum and spit covered cock that is now glistening like a Thanksgiving turkey iron hard. I look at the Asian fuck that man cunt and keep thinking about doing some things I've only seen in porn, such as DP or doing an alternation where we go balls deep and pull out in one stroke, me, him, me, him repeat. But as I'm thinking this, I feel something else on my cock. It's that Asian boy's hand and he is jerking me off while he is fucking. I feel a tug as if he is telling me to move to him. I take the hint and move over, but I push it further and stand right behind his jiggling Asian ass in motion humping away at the cum dump. I stroke my cock and slap it against his ass and then he jerks it while placing my tip between his cheeks. I nudge my head at the entrance and then reach over to grab the lube. I wet up his hole and I do something I've always wanted to do: I shove my cock in as he is fucking and start humping his hot Asian fuck hole while he fucks Cuntarmo, who is hooded and has no idea what is going on. Sadly, after only about one thrust, the Asian cums in Cuntarmo and then pulls out, pulls me out, get dressed and leaves. Bummer, I really wanted to fully fuck him while he was fucking the cum dump and then have him pull out and me cum into Cunarmo. Maybe even half cum in the Asian, pull out and then finish my nut into the cum dump. Ah well, beggars can't be choosers and right now I have a hole to finish. I shove my cock back in, now also churning the Asians load. I do my usual fucking, grabbing onto the elastic of his jockstrap like I'm at a rodeo, every time I pull out cum just falls out of his ass like Niagara and hits the wood floor with a very audible splat. At one point, I even pull out and have him push as many loads as he can onto my cock, drooling that jizz all over my tool and then fuck him super hard. During those last fucks, he clamps on me really hard and I'm in heave and my balls unleash their wrath on his hole. It was the most intense flood I ever had. I was actually cumming into his ass for 12 seconds and I think I dropped so much sperm into his ass that I replaced all that I fucked out of his sloppy hole! He milks my cock with his muscles until I go soft. Then I pull out, his hole wrecked and oozing with sloppy cum fart sounds. I clean my cock, pee, get dress and do my traditional slap the bottoms ass and whisper "Thank you!" He enthusiastically whispers "Your welcome! Thank you!" back and I leave. The best part? I have a video of the last two paragraphs. The internet here is shitty so wait and I'll upload it for all to see. Attached is the jockstrap I was wearing. My only problem now is that I now have not come for TWO WEEKS so I have a World Record amount of cum to give. I've though of going back, and will someday but for now, I hope there is another lucky bottom out there who wants my fountain of a load. Don't be afraid to PM me, especially jockstraps, thongs, glory holes, anon, CD's, Trans and I want to also bareback straight women one day!

Part II. When I got to the counter to get a room and a towel, my boy was already inside. The attendant smirked at me. ‘You here for that ‘safe sex’ orgy?’ I nodded. ‘Be careful, boy. There are some known stealthers here tonight.’ He winked at me. I’d taken his load before and was pretty sure he was POZ. ‘I’d breed you again, but I only play raw…’ He buzzed me in, and I went to my booth. I figured I would get settled and out of my clothes, then maybe go cruise and see who I could trick into wearing a condom to fuck me. I wondered where my boy was, but it didn’t take me long to find him. He was in a darkened room on his back, legs in the air, with some muscle stud fucking him and a pot-bellied guy stuffing a stubby cock into his mouth. The stout man had a full condom in his hand and grunted, ‘Yeah, slut boy. Clean off that cock…’ I realized that my boy had quickly taken his first cock of the night. He slapped his cock on my boy’s face and tossed the used rubber onto my boy’s heaving chest. My boy grabbed it and tied a knot in the end and winked at me. The muscle guy roared as he came inside my boy. My heart sank when I saw him pull out. His dick was huge, and it kept sliding further and further out until I saw that the top half of it was sheathed in latex, bulging with fresh seed. He pulled the condom off and tossed it at my boy. He saw me and told me to kneel. I suckled his softening cock, tasting the artificial chemical latex residue and savoring a few droplets of fresh cum. He pulled out of my mouth and slapped me gently. ‘Shame this boy doesn’t take loads. I would have given him a gift or two…’ He strode away chuckling to himself. My boy looked up at me as a hulking ‘roided out guy lined up his cock with my boy’s ass. My boy grinned, tore off a fresh condom from the strip and handed it to him. The guy pouted, but he put it on. I eased down beside my boy and held my legs high, exposing my ass. The hulk slid into my boy and he winced. I distantly remembered how unpleasant it felt getting fucked with a rubber, and knew I would soon be feeling the same condom burn. The hulk came inside my boy’s ass and pulled out. I knew my boy would have rather had his seed soaking into his guts, so I could not understand why wanted to get fuck with wrapped cocks tonight. The hulk snapped the full rubber off his cock and tossed it in my boy’s face. My boy grinned as he tied it shut. He then stuffed it into his jockstrap’s waist, next to two other used condoms. I knew he was planning on saving that seed for some devious purpose, but I couldn’t ask him because a huge cock was shoved into my mouth. I worked my lips over this meaty shaft, tracing plump veins down to the balls. He had an intense cockring around the base of his cock and around his balls, and a thick piercing. I slobbered all over it and he pulled out, moving to my exposed ass, lubed with my boy’s cum, and slapping his dick against me. I handed him a wrapped condom, and he scoffed. He fingered my ass and knew I had a load in me already. ‘You take loads, just not mine!?! Well, fuck you!’ He started to walk away, but I stopped him by wrapping my legs around him. Only then did I see the biohazard tattoo above his groin. He glared at me. ‘Look, man. I don’t have time for bullshit.’ I looked over at my boy who was now getting fucked by a skinny black guy, and pointed to him. The guy between my legs rolled his eyes. I sat up and pulled him towards me, chewing on his ear and whispering. ‘That’s my boyfriend. We usually only fuck raw, but he’s got some kinky plan…’ He grunted approval. ‘He wants me to take 18 cocks and do something with 18 cumloads…’ The guy grunted again, slapping his cock against me. ‘Besides,’ I whispered, ‘That rubber might break, and you might get to breed me.’ He pushed me down, took the condom, and grimaced as he ripped it open and rolled over his beautiful meaty cock. He rubbed it on my ass and jammed in all the way. He pulled all the way out, and repeated. I knew he was trying to break it. And I didn’t stop him. He pulled out again, looked down, and smiled. I’m sure he saw a ripped rubber around his dick. He slapped my hole with it, and dove in whispering, ‘You know you want my load, boy.’ I nodded as he slammed into me again. He held my ankles, pumping away. I shuddered knowing I was getting rawfucked just the way I like. My POZ stud jackhammered my ass and held still, firing off inside me, adding his seed to my boyfriend’s load. He pulled out and slapped my ass, sauntering away as he shook his head. The skinny black guy came in his condom and pulled out, tossing it onto my boy’s chest. Some cum dribbled out and he scooped it up, fingering his ass a little before tying that condom closed. To be continued...

I just returned from a week long road trip to Sarasota and back for Christmas, taking 20 loads during that time. I don't have time or energy to post the details right now, but, with the Moderators indulgence, I'll make separate posts for each. Sort of a "Cum Addicts Travelogue" Moderator's Note: I indulged you by giving you your own thread.

oh i dont take the poppers to relax, i have no troubles there, and i dont take them to remove any pain (there rarely is any). i just take them cos i like the high sensation i get, and i like what it does to my hole when it really opens up, thats all. anyway... sorry to go off topic lol

Met with a guy I was chatting to for a couple months, he has a fucking massive 9" inch cock. He drove down from his home to pick me up. We drove out to a field then went out behind the bushes, I got on my knees and sucked him for about five minutes. Afterwards he fingered my ass for a bit, spat on my hole then shoved the whole thing in me, I almost screamed ! It was painful because I'd never taken someone that big but I took it like a good bottom. Wasn't long before he was squirting his load in my tight ass and I was panting like I ran for 3 miles straight. Safe to say, I can't help but waddle a bit now for the next few days, wished he'd dumped another load in me though.

Each person gets to decide their own best interests. My ownership of my body doesn't transfer to a guy just because his raw dick is in my hole. Depending on the dynamic I might give myself to a guy in sub role, but that is my choice to make and I can take it back at any time if I feel a top isn't respectful enough of that. I am also mindful of that when I top myself. The legal position for homosexual sex is clear and in line with heterosexual sex, at least here in the UK. Consent must be maintained throughout the entire sexual act and if it is withdrawn by one party and not respected by the other it is technically rape (the law's position, not necessarily mine). Now it is very unlikely to reach court given the circumstances of the act, but I would suspect quite unpleasant to even be threatened by it. As long as everyone knows what's going to happen before they start and the bottom made aware they will be getting the load then there's no problem. Trust me, if they're taking it bare they should be easily persuaded to get bred.

Choose Your Poison: Part 4 - SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The Ripper’s leather, gloved hands double-tapped each of my ass cheeks good and hard and I had to bite the end of the pillow so I would not cry out or say something. I remembered Rule #4 – and all the others – as my exposed hole clenched with each hit. I fumbled with the poppers in my little anonymous sheet tent, and the next SMACK made me spill half the bottle onto the bed. As stained and dirty as I knew the mattress was, that wouldn’t matter, and the aroma mixed in well with the deep smell of piss and other bodily juices already there. Dry, leather, coated fingers then jammed into my sphincter. “HMMM….THAT FAG GURL PUSSY HAS BEEN USED, FUCKING CREAMPIE PRINCESS….HMMMM…” Ripper said as he pulled his gloved fingers out of my ass, sniffed and huffed them like a pig hunting truffles before slurping them clean and pushing back in. I almost purred knowing I had pleased him so far. He then twisted his fingers around like mini-drones exploring a cave and suddenly pain flared through my tender ass. Ripper laughed, “BAAAHHHAA – FUCK THAT’S RIGHT – FEEL THOSE ARMOR INSERTS IN MY FINGERTIPS SCOOPING YOUR GUTS OUT? MAKING THOSE ASS LIPS NICE AND TENDER, HOT RED, SORE AND WETT. YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL I’M FUCKING DONE.” I had to shove a fist full of the dirty sheet into my mouth to keep from crying out and begging him to stop. Ripper pulled his fingers all the way out again, I sighed, relaxed, then arched my back as he now forced three fingers back in and started jack hammering my rectum. “LOOSEN THAT HOLE UP – SLOPPY CUNT – THAT’S WHAT I LIKE TO SEE – DIRTY NUTT DRIPPING OUT – PRIMED TO BE MY FUCKING FLESHLIGHT. YOU CUM CHASING, MUTT FAG. LOOKING FOR THOSE BUGS. DESPERATE FAGGOT COME CRAWLING TO MY BOOTS, TRYING TO BE A QUEEN OF SPADES. WELL KITTY KITTY I GOT YOU AND NOW HOLD ON FOR SOME NASTY ASS SHIT.” Ripper mercilessly finger-fucked my ass and then just as suddenly stopped, yanked his fingers out, and smacked his lips as he licked the leather gloves clean. My chest was heaving as I was panting and took advantage of the brief respite to hit the poppers. Fuck it. I dumped the rest of the bottle onto the mattress under me and buried my face in the filth and inhaled several times. I heard a couple of snaps, a zipper, the sound of leather shifting, then SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! This time though it was not Ripper’s hands banging me like a drum, but his big, daddy dick. “I LIKE MY HOLES TENDER INSIDE AND OUT,” Ripper said as he continued beating on my ass with his hard, weighty dick. “MY DICK IS THICK AS SHIT AND YOU BETTER BE SCARED. YOUR PUSSY LIPS WILL GET TORE UP, SWOLLEN, LOVE SEEING THAT SHIT GRIP MY DICK WHEN I PULL OUT, SHOWING ME HOW MUCH THAT ASS WANTS IT. YOU DO WANT IT DON’T YOU?” I dared not reply in case it was a trick. Ripper chuckled, “GOOD BITCH. YOU OBEY WELL. YOU MAY ANSWER – ONE WORD ONLY – YOU DO WANT IT DON’T YOU? YOU WANT MY AIDS IN YOU? YOU WANT ME TO RIP YOU UP? YOU WANT TO TAKE THIS RAW STROKER AND DEEP POKER?” In the silence that followed, I was almost lost in the rhythmic feeling of his dick beating my ass muscles, then remembered he said I could answer so I raised myself up on my arms a little and firmly stated, “YES!” Then almost silently without realizing it I said, “Master,” as I lowered my face back down to the dirty mattress. The room grew still. Fuck, had he heard that? Did I mess up? Please no, please no, please no. I wanted to cry in shame, frustration, anger. My fears fled when Ripper’s mushroom tipped dick touched my wet hole. “I HONESTLY DON’T CARE IF YOU WANT IT OR NOT. YOU’RE GETTING RAPED EITHER WAY. PART OF ME WAS HOPING YOU’D SAY NO. BAHAHA – NOT LIKE YOU COULD GO TO THE COPS. THEY SURE DON’T HAVE A FORM FOR MUTT-FAG-BUG-CHASERS WHO GOT WHAT THEY ASKED FOR. I’M GOING TO STRETCH YOU OPEN LIKE THE WHORE YOU WANT TO BE. THE WHORE YOU ARE ON THE INSIDE. COAT THOSE CHAPPED PUSSY LIPS WITH ALL MY NUTT AND GET MY FUCKING FREAK ON. YOU READY TO GET RIPPED?” No response was expected or given to this question as he positioned himself – ready to hit the 8 ball in the corner pocket. I breathed deep, savoring the mattress-soaked aroma of poppers and piss. Relishing that I was in a sleazy hotel in a strange city, ready to get used by some anonymous dude and filled with AIDs cum. Ripper slammed his cue, the pocket got filled, and the searing pain spread through my body like a Phoenix. Blazing, hot, and all consuming. Ripper drove into my ass with his horse dick. No mercy was asked and none was given as he let the whole world know I was his, “BUSTED THAT ASS WIDE OPEN LIKE PUSSY – RIPPING IT WIDE – RIPPING IT DEEP – RIPPING IT SIDE TO SIDE. TEARING THOSE WALLS DOWN. WHERE’S THAT SECOND HOLE? WHERE’S IT HIDING? YEAH FUCK THERE IT IS AND POW – THAT SHIT’S WRECKED TOO NOW.” The bed was rocking back and forth and banging hard against the wall. The windows rattled, the mattress and box spring squeaked as his hips made contact with my now reddened skin. He was murdering my asshole with his killer mandingo dick. I was being used and power fucked beyond imagining when I finally just let go – my whole body let go – and I became nothing but a willing hole, a receptacle for his AIDs cum. “THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT, THAT SNATCH JUST SCRABBLING FOR MY DICK, SWALLOWING ME DEEPER!” Ripper exclaimed. “I OWN THAT HOLE.” Thrust after thrust, steady, hard, and deep, my anonymous assailant pounded me into total submission. Ripper picked up speed, his dick swelled, “NOW FOR MY BABIES IN THAT WHITE WOMB – YOU BETTER CALL POISON CONTROL BECAUSE I AM GOING TO SHOOT MY TOXIC DRANO IN THAT HOLE.” In preparation for his seed, Ripper planted his full weight on my ass with both leather, gloved hands. He then pushed down, and to the sides, stretching my hole further making me squat. “FUCKING AIDS WHORE, GOING TO INFECT YOU GOOD. RIGHT HERE – RIGHT NOW – OH HELL YES THIS NUTT IS GOING DEEP - OPEN THAT FUCKING CUNT UP – OPEN IT – SLOPPY FUCKING PUSSY FOR THIS NUTT – HERE YOU GO – HERE YOU GO – THAT’S RIGHT….GRRRRR…..AAARRGGHHH…(SNORT SNORT)….GRRR.” A few thrusts, Ripper slid his dick out of my well-fucked ass, sighed, and as I caught my own breath he slapped my ass hard with his right hand and, ‘THAT, FAGGOT, WAS JUST A TASTE. I GOT A WHOLE LOT MORE PLANNED FOR AS LONG AS YOU KEEP THE STACKS COMING AND YOUR CUNT WET YOU NASTY FUCK. YOU WILL EITHER BE TAKING MONSTER DICK TO KEEP THAT PUSSY SWOLLEN AND RIPE FOR IMPREGNANTION OR INFECTED DICK. AND I DON’T JUST MEAN DICK THAT GUYS THINK IS BIG. I MEAN THOSE BULL HUNG, DONKEY-DICKED, MOTHERFUCKAS WHO ALWAYS COMPLAINING PUSSY TOO TIGHT OR BITCHES RUN FROM THEM. I PUT THE WORD OUT AND GOT SOME TRUE FREAK ASS JOINTS PLANNING TO BOUNCE ON YOUR SHIT. THIS IS BUSINESS AND FOR THE NEXT 3 DAYS YOU JUST A FUCK DOLL FOR ALL THE DIRTY-ASSED-NASTY-EXTREME-FREAKED-OUT-FUCKERS WHO NEED A BUCK AND A PUSSY. YOU’LL GET FUCKED NON-STOP AND WHEN YOU’RE LIMPING TO THE PLANE SO FUCKING SORE AND TORE UP IT HURTS TO TAKE A STEP, YOU’LL BE PRAISING ME – THE RIPPER – FOR GIVING YOU WANT YOU DESERVED.” I heard a zipper, snaps, his leathers as he moved back to the chair. There was a pause, then the door to my room closed and I waited as the THUMP, THUMP, THUMP of his exit echoed down the hall. I quickly untangled myself and threw the dirty sheet back, and ran to the front window. A quick wipe of the grime on the glass with my forearm and I was able to see the street and shivered as I stood watching, and waiting, and then I saw him. Ripper looked up, the mirrored front of his motorcycle helmet hiding his face but I could imagine him smiling, at least I hoped he was. He looked tall, muscular, with broad shoulders that were snug in a black leather motorcycle jacket that had red hatches on the shoulders and two red bands on the biceps. The black leather pants highlighted his form when he swung his leg over his bike. The engine started, the rumble, roar, and exhaust announced his departure. I hobbled back towards the bed, realizing how hurt, sore, and tore up my ass was. The cash I had left for him on the chair was gone, but he had left the money that was in my wallet, which I guess made me happy. Any further thoughts were interrupted as Booker opened the door from the bathroom and sauntered in with an older looking white guy trailing behind. “Damn fuck. We could hear that ass being taken through the walls. Got old Chester here all in a frenzy. Ain’t that right Chester? Yeah. Chester’s got some drippy dick for you but before he dirties it up, bend over and pull your cheeks apart. I need to take a few shots on the cell phone and let folks know what’s coming and what’s on offer.” I bent over the bed and showed Booker my AIDs filled hole. Every heart beat pulsed in my ass and I knew from his and Chester’s admiring comments that they liked the ‘post-Ripper’ view. “OK,” Booker instructed, “Now a few action shots showing Chester’s dirty dick in your ass. Poke it out good so I can get a clear shot of what a skank whore you are. Fuck Chester your dick is messed up! Oh…wait…hold on...Christ. That was fucking quick. Alright Chester get that nutt. We got to roll.” As Chester fucked me determined to add to my infection, I said, “I’m not sure I can right now. I may need just a little break.” Booker laughed, cuffed my head, “YEAH RIGHT. I KNOW THE PLAN. YOU PASSED THE TEST SO THE NEXT STOP IS THE CENTRAL MISSION SOUP KITCHEN. LIL’JOHN IS WAITING AND HE TEXTED THAT HIS 11.5 INCH DICK HAS NOT HAD A WHITE MUFF IN MONTHS SO HE’S READY TO PUMMEL THAT THIRD HOLE.” Even though my body ached and I was tired, those were the magic words and I was determined to take every inch of Lil’John.

<p>Thanks guys, been busy, but trust me.. Cody is soon to get another big load of Dad's sperm in his ass. </p>

Super horny yesterday as the bottom I was planning to fuck & breed canceled on me. I was pissed. I had been edging all day and my nuts were swollen with fuck seed. I went to the local bath house, hornier than hell, got a locker, stripped down buck naked {I never wear a towel] then checked out the fuck bench in the orgy room. A cute young bottom was lying there, ass up, so without lube, I shoved my thick cock in and unloaded in about a minute. When a top needs to breed, he needs to breed.

The Homeless Guys From the Video Store –Fucked up, Dicked down, Pimped out PART 1 – THE HOMELESS GUYS SHOW AND FUCK ME UP PART 2 – THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN PART 3 – UNCLE JACK’S HOUSE/CRACK DEN – PIMPED OUT INTRO This story picks up after the end of - Joseph – Dr Mike’s Patient I Stealth Pozzed and Earned my BIOHZARD Status - Time for Phase 5 – Turning Joseph into a Stealth Pozzer and the Break Up A quick recap, it was time to make Joseph a stealth pozzer and to get him to move on past me. I got him buzzed, we went to a video store where they had booths in the back, and I saw a couple black homeless guys that I had fucked with before at the main library when I was there with Carl. Carl was a homeless vet I met through Dr Mike as told in the story Carl – The Homeless Dick Gangbang in the Library and Matt the War Hero. The two were in their mid-30s I guess, very rough and thuggish looking, were always together, and for a $10 bill would do anything, and I mean anything. They smelled like god-awful hell, but they each had HUGE DICKs, well over 10 inches and thick, and fucked to hurt. One of them also had an ongoing case of gonorrhea, so his dick was especially nasty. I gave them each $10 with a promise of at least two loads in my ass from each of them, and told them I would give them $5 more for every dick they found to fuck me to – along with some very special instructions – and a generous tip at the end. The instructions were to make sure to find and tell Joseph once they got started that they had a whore they were pimping out they were looking for only AIDs and STD filled dicks to breed him even though they had promised him they were negative and clean. I knew one of the last guys fucking my ass was gonorrhea dick as he fucked rough and talked nasty, “Got us some fucked up pussy here, nice pussy, this pussy TIGHT YO! Gonna nutt up all in that pussy yo, big fuck nutt.” I had no idea who the guy was I was sucking and did not care. I had arranged for the two homeless guys who pimped me out in the video booth to come over for the night for $50 each. I promised them all the ass they could take, a hot shower, I would wash their clothes while they were here, food, a place to smoke and party that was safe and dry, and an offer to feel free to pimp me out some more and I would make it worth everyone’s while – basically I was their bitch. They said they knew two younger boys who hung out at Franklin Square Park, one just got out of jail, both had at least 11 inches and they had all gangbanged some white bitches together at a crack house before so they knew these guys were down for anything rough, freaky, and nasty. With any luck, I would have a lot for Dr Mike to add to his file. Now for the rest of my evening. PART 1 – THE HOMELESS GUYS SHOW AND FUCK ME UP I had finished up my final chat with Joseph, cleaned the apartment up a little, opened the windows to let in some cool, spring air, and slammed a couple beers as I waited, hoping the two homeless guys would show up. My hole was sore from all the fucking at the video store, but I was not satisfied as the pig in me wanted more dick, and I was horny as hell and hoping they would get there soon. I did not shower, but did let out as much cum and ass juice as I could to dry out a bit and create more friction, plus it had been up there long enough to make sure whatever toxic shit was in there made its way into my blood stream. I was sitting on the couch with the lights down low, drinking another beer and watching a straight porn when there was a knock on the door. I looked through the peep hole and recognized one of the guys from the bookstore. Damn it – I hate when folks do that and don’t buzz from the front door. I like knowing when someone is coming up for any last minute prep, but they were here, so time to get the party started. I opened the door, said hi, they walked past me, set their backpacks and bags down and I was hit again by their smell. JESUS! I guess the smell of piss, cum, and filth in the bookstore helped masked it, because now they were ripe! My ass twitched knowing they were swinging some big black meat between their legs. I also realized I had never gotten their names before, but in my own house the good host in me came out and I introduced myself and found out the guy with gonorrhea dick was Dwayne and his friend was Malcolm. Dwayne then turned once I closed the door and said, “Yo man, hope its cool, but we ran into someone else on the way. He has a girl and shit, but when we said what all we done to you downtown he wanted a taste. His thing though yo is he don’t want you to see him, alright? Just quick in and out – you down?” My ass was really twitching now and I said, “Sure man. So how are we going to do this?” Dwayne stepped past me and said, “Just bend over in front of the TV and look away. He’s in the hall around the corner, told him to wait till I checked it was cool. Let me get him.” So Dwayne stepped out, I took off my pants, bent over facing the windows with my ass waiting. Malcolm started to get undressed and sat on the couch, lit up a smoke, and slowly stroked his dick, which was already semi-hard and precumming. I heard Dwayne come back into the apartment, some whispering, then Dwayne walked around in front of me and said, “Remember – no looking. Just open up that pussy for his nutt, and suck me.” I opened my mouth as Dwayne unzipped, took out his infected dick, let me lick the head and stuffed my mouth. His big black dick head was crusted with a mix of infected ooze, ass juices (from me and who knows who else), sweat, and his filth, and tasted like rotten steak, but so good! As I started sucking on Dwayne, I felt someone rub a hand up and down my ass, work a spit-covered finger into my hole and say, “Damn, that is a nice hole, feels like pussy, you right boys.” He then pushed his dry dick into my ass and started pumping. I love it when strange dick never even asks about using a condom, and anonymous raw dick is even better, especially when it is pretty dry and I know the chance of them making me bleed and getting their infection is increased, or me infecting them! The guy fucking me kept a steady pace and worked my hole good. His dick was not as big as the Dwayne and Malcolm’s, but nice and pretty thick so I was enjoying it, although with a mouthful of Dwayne’s dick could only grunt to let him know. Dwayne was gag fucking me and picking up the pace as he was getting close, but slowed off and said, “Don’t worry yo, you’ll get all this nutt up that pussy tonight.” The guy fucking me loved hearing that as he grunted, stiffened, and shot into my ass. He pulled out, wiped his dirty dick across my ass cheeks three or four times to clean the head off, pulled his pants up, Dwayne pulled out of my mouth, and walked the guy to the door. Malcolm quickly set his cigarette down and wasted no time shoving his 10-inch dick up my ass. “Please fuck me,” I said, “Work that guys cum up there.” Like I said, these two fucked to hurt and Malcolm slammed in and out, spreading my hole wide with every thrust as he tried to hit my third hole. Dwayne came back, laughing as he saw Malcolm, “Damn yo! You be all up in that when I am primed and ready.” Malcolm laughed too and said, “Snooze you loose bro, this pussy was wet and you know my dick can sniff a wet hole out a mile away.” They both laughed again as Dwayne sat on the couch, Malcolm pulled out, and I sighed loudly hating how my ass felt empty. “You get high man?” Dwayne asked. “We got some good rock here with the money you gave us earlier, and me and my man here figured since you offered your place and all, we’d get you real fucked up and see what a real slut you can be.” I shook my head and said, “I have before, but it’s been a while, you guys may have to help me out. When you smoke that shit, can you guys get it up again?” Dwayne and Malcolm both laughed like I had said the funniest thing in the world and Dwayne said, “When we smoke this shit, our dicks get like this,” as he held up his fist and slapped his forearm, which I took to mean rock hard. Malcolm laughed too and said, “Yeah, we be like that pink bunny on TV that keep going and going and going – you don’t worry none, now get over here.” Now, recreational drugs was not something Dr Mike advocated in his treatment regimen with me – actively anyways – he did tell me to ensure I never got hooked as that would be a sign that I had no control, which struck me as ironic as I never seemed to have any control when I served him. However, times when I had partied during a hook up and told Dr Mike as I was honest with about everything, he just nodded, made his notes in my chart and once said certain hard drugs did have value in depressing the immune system and encouraged infections so he was fine with me doing anything as long I followed his guidelines and reported back to him. Dwayne and Malcolm started arranging stuff on the coffee table as they unloaded their pockets including a couple lighters, some bags of crack, some squished up wire, a couple glass pipes, and more. They asked for a couple plates, a spoon, and strong ass drinks. So I got up to get what else they needed while they finished setting up, and I also closed the living room windows and put a rug down to cover the gap under the front door just in case any smell tried to get out. Once they were ready they each lit a pipe, and took a few big hits, held it in, and let it out almost simultaneously. Seeing the thick cloud of smoke around them, their sweaty bodies, their huge dicks already at attention, made me so fucking horny – fuck they were sexy as shit! The smell from the pipes was a little sharp and Dwayne motioned me over to sit beside him. I sat down, he handed the pipe to me, I inhaled deep, held it, and when I let it out the fucking rush to my head was intense, then settled into a weird more-awake-horny-as-fuck-mellow sensation. I did it twice more, and handed the pipe back to a smiling Dwayne who said, “Oh yeah boy, he’s going to be a good slut for us tonight.” Malcolm smiled at me and I could not fight the urge for dick in my ass, so stood up, pushed Dwayne’s hands to the side, straddled him, and sat down on his dick. Dwayne sighed, “FUCK! That hole just swallowed Mr Willie up! SHIT! You want that AIDs dick? Huh? That what u need to fill that hole?” I didn’t say anything, just moaned as I was lost in the high of the hit and feeling his infected dick touch me deep. “You want that AIDs? Huh? OH FUCK BOY – you gonna make me nutt up in that pussy, nutt up in there – of shit fuck – TAKE MY AIDS DICK, TAKE MY AIDS DICK,” Dwayne said as he gave me a hot load up my ass. I rode every drop out of his quivering dick, flexing my hole with each stroke up and down, until Dwayne pushed me off. No problem, I then stepped to the left and dropped my ass down on Malcolm’s dripping dick and started riding him. Dwayne laughed, hit the pipe, and leaned back to let the high set in and watch as Malcolm then too shot his nutt up my ass. When Malcolm was done, I slid off, turned around, smiled at them and said, “Told you I would give you all the ass you could handle tonight, so I hope that’s not all you got?” They both laughed, hit the pipes, their drinks, and sat back as I licked both their dicks clean, tasting my ass and their cum and paying extra attention to Dwayne’s piss slit to ensure I got every bit of drip I could. “Come here,” Dwayne said as I stood up from cleaning them off. I stood in front of him and he pulled me down, kissing me deep, swirling his tongue around my mouth tasting what I had licked up. “Damn slut, yeah if you ready for it, we know how to work a bitch, don’t you worry.” He handed me the pipe again, and the high just got more intense. While I could still focus right I asked if they wanted something to eat, they didn’t, then picked up all their dirty clothes from around the couch, told them to dig whatever they wanted cleaned out of their bags, then threw it all in the washer. When I came back out, Malcolm was saying something in a low voice to Dwayne, who was shaking his head yes, so I knew they were planning something and hope it was more dick. “You like tasting my drip don’t you?” Dwayne asked. “Come here, turn around, I want to make sure your ass is nice and raw, bend over.” I bent over in front of him, he used his long, uncut dirty fingernails to scratch all around my hole, then stood up and worked his dick head around the scratches he just made. “Nasty slut, that’ll help make sure your pussy hole gets good and infected and you will feel me good,” Dwayne said. He then got up, asked where the bathroom was, and headed down the hall. I looked at Malcolm, his big dick, and realized that he was a good deal thicker than Dwayne. Both about the same length, bit Malcolm had some girth on him. Malcolm handed me a pipe, I took a few big hits, he took a couple then set his pipe down, got up, pushed me ahead of him over towards an easy chair in the corner. “Get up on your hands and knees,” he said. I did, laying my head on the back of the chair as Malcolm got up behind me, worked his hands up and down my sides, reached forward, twisted my nipples which made me yelp, then worked his hands back down to my ass. He put his hands at the top of my thighs and held me as he slammed his dick up my ass. “OH GOD!” I cried out. Malcolm did not say a word as he then pulled his dick all the way out and slammed back in. “You like it like that?” he asked. “Yes please,” I said, “Please fuck me, please fuck my hole.” Malcolm then pulled all the way out, and pushed just the tip of his raw dick into my ass ring and stopped. I was holding my breath waiting for it, but he just rested there. “PLEASE FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME!” I said, but nothing. ‘GIVE ME YOUR AIDS DICK, PLEASE INFECT MY PUSSY!” Malcolm grunted and slammed back in balls deep. He did it again, pulling all the way, just leaving the tip of his dick in my hole and waited, until I started begging and then he slammed back in, deeper this time as my ass just opened up. My head was now banging against the wall as he forced his way inside me with every thrust and kept going on and on and on. The man was right, these boys had no trouble doing a long dick down. Malcolm then pulled out and walked away. I was gasping for breath, and my hole was pulsating, still flexing from the beat down fuck. That was how the next few hours went. Malcolm and Dwayne sharing their crack with me and feeding me their dicks in both ends. Dwayne would have me wipe my hole off with a paper towel, so he could dry fuck me, then lick his dick clean, while Malcolm liked it wetter, so he usually fucked me after Dwayne when the juices were flowing. I was fucked up good and ready for anything else the night would bring. Stay tuned for PART 2 – THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN

I laid back in the sling, naked, cleaned out and ready. He was naked and hard, and slamming himself. Straight away he then slams me, pushing the needle into my eagerly waiting vein, pulling it back and getting that beautiful flash of red and then pressing the plunger in. I feel it hit as waves of pleasure dart through my brain and as I'm beginning to rush I poke out my tongue involuntarily and start moaning. I feel his tongue writhing its way deeply into my hole as he pumps my cock with a lubed up hand. He also strokes my balls as his tongue frenzy continues in my hole. As I feel the rush starting to level out, I feel a big dildo entering me and his mouth engulfs my now soft but hugely horny cock. As he fucks me with the toy and sucks my T dick, I feel it welling up in my balls, and I moan that I'm gonna cum...next thing I feel my cum oozing out of my cock in one long steady stream, and he moans as he swallows most of it, then stands and kisses me, sharing some of it with me. Now I start to feel really piggy, and he removes the dildo and replaces it with his hard-as-steel cock, pounding away at my hole and hitting my prostate with every thrust. I am moaning as I lay my head back and it hangs over the top end of the sling. His mate wastes no time in getting his big long thick cock down my throat, and I am fucked up and blissing out as both my hungry holes are being served simultaneously, pre-cum sliding down my throat, and pre-cum adding to the lube in my hole. The guy fucking my mouth pauses and lifts my head, giving me four big hits of poppers...then lowers my head back down and as the poppers hit he is back all the way down my throat, fucking the warm wetness and slicking it up with more pre-cum...he starts so be more rhythmic, and I feel his huge shaft start to thicken in my throat, and he blasts seven streams of thick creamy cum down my willing throat. All that action caused ripples of pleasure to pulsate through my hole, giving the guy fucking me intense pleasure around the head of his super hard cock and all the way up and down the shaft as he pumped more rapidly into my velvety fuck hole, tensing and depositing his huge load inside me....providing lots of lube in my now filled and sloppy hole. He swapped places with the other guy and I licked and sucked him clean, he stood and went to the supplies table as the other guy started to ease four fingers into my hungry fuck tunnel. I felt a band around my arm, and the fingers entering my hole held still as I felt the prick of a needle in my arm, looked down and saw a register. He slid the plunger in, withdrew the needle and applied a swab all in one smooth motion, then nodded at the guy with his fingers in me....WHAM, I felt the rush hit, and as I felt myself get even more fucked up I felt a fist enter me and slowly slide deeper into me. I was moaning and growling, chanting fuck yeah, fuck yeah as I entered a completely new level of extreme and untamed pleasure, begging for more as the guy who just slammed me also positioned himself at my hole, rubbing his fingers around the fist already in me, and slowly applying pressure to invade me at the same time.Ever so slowly my hole is worked deeper and wider, and I know this is the preparation for some alternate punch fisting between the two guys. I am squirming and riding the fist as the second guy manages to apply the pressure needed to gain entry with his fist. I now have two fists slowly working my hole, and one of the guys hands me poppers with his free hand. I take four huge hits and put it down. I feel the intense rush as ripples of pleasure rolls over me in waves, and then I feel the fists start to increase in speed, and then they are both removed and it begins. One after the other they enter then exit my hole, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure through me, my cock is oozing cum continuously, and my hole takes over as I involuntarily push out.... bearing down and my hole blossoms out, engulfing and welcoming each intrusion of the alternating fists...they slow to barely moving as each thrust I am bearing down and pushing, and both of them are also moaning and prompting me with encouragement. Now both fists slowly enter me again together and I feel so stretched and full as they push in deep. I take more poppers and they slowly increase the pace, fully exiting my hole with each thrust, they slowly increase the pace until I am being double fist-punched, then I bear down as they pull out, and I push out a huge rosebud...they both alternate sucking and slurping on it, and then take turns feeding it their cocks until they blow their loads, leaving loads of cum oozing out of my wrecked hole. I feel so empty, but they say they are going for a smoke and drink, but not to worry...as they set up a fuck machine to pound me while they are gone. They position it and get it started, tit is thick and long, and has a 9" stroke...while it is deep in me they stop it, prep me and give me another slam, and WHAM, as it hits they turn the fuck machine on again and I go into orbit...as I come down from my rush I realise they have left the room, and the machine is fucking my sloppy cummy hole. They have placed the controls by my hand, and I slow it right down as I snort some more poppers, then I crank it back up so it is steadily fucking me as I moan, poke my tongue out and groan, and push my hole out to take in as much as I can. This is my dream, to be hired as a houseboy and used like this and more

How many of you have ever gotten an idea stuck in your head and ran with it? It happened to me in the mid ‘90’s and led me to become poz, or as I was told: “knocked up”. My partner Garret was always the quick talker and instigator in our relationship. He had the ability to talk to people and glean all sorts of information—usually of a personal nature. He told me about this black ex-con named “Stone” who hung out at a particular park downtown who he had “befriended”. In a short time Garret knew a good deal about Stone—he had been in prison under drug charges, he had fucked and bred many a bitch in his years and his nickname came from his name for his fuck tool. Garret talked him into showing off his dick and Garret told me he was more than impressed! Well, being a horny younger gay man, this got me turned on. I decided to check Stone out for myself—just to see what he looked like, of course. I found Stone one early June Tuesday morning in his favored park and despite being rather introverted, I wanted to chat with him as he sure looked hot as I walked by. Somehow I struck up a conversation and I think Stone knew I wanted him. He got me to buy him a pack of cigarettes and buy him a 6 pack of beer. It was worth it to listen to his gravelly voice with a slight southern drawl and check out his hot body. Stone was in his early 50’s, had a perfect “fade” haircut with black hair and just the slightest touch of silver. He was also wiry, muscular, about 5’10” and trim. Did I mention he had a nice basket? When he told me about his hobby of going to a clothing optional beach at a lake just outside the city I said that sounded like a fun distraction! Next thing I knew, I was driving Stone to Hidden Beach and after walking some distance from where you could park, we arrived. The beach was a mix of gay and straight sun tanners…most nudists were in little natural alcoves along the extended and wooded beach. Stone picked a spot down aways and stripped while I made the rounds. Its not that I am bashful, but I didn’t want to come on to strong—I had no idea if Stone swung my way. I was also more or less in a monogamous relationship and mostly I rationalized I was just going to get as much eye candy as I could of Stone. On my first pass back the beach trail I saw Stone lying on his stomach with his muscular and hairy ass exposed. Fuck! I may be a bottom, but that ass made my mouth water. After about an hour and a half, I went to retrieve Stone for our drive back in town, I was most impressed to find Stone leaning against a tree in all his glory—tight abs, significant coarse body hair and a big floppy uncut dick. As he was smoking, I made a little small talk before mentioning we should head back. I am not sure I would say that Stone was easy to hang out with—he oozed sex and I got tongue-tied, but I was getting beyond horny fast! We repeated our outing on Thursday and the following Tuesday. Something had to give—I should have just walked away, but Stone was now the man I had to have. Tuesday proved to be a fateful day. Stone and I repeated our previous week’s pattern including having a chat with him showing me his hot body when it was time to return from Hidden Beach. Stone was pretty talkative after sucking down some of the beers I had bought him. He talked about life in prison and he was pretty candid about what it was like—including using men for sex. My dick was hard as a rock as he explained that he was mostly straight, but a man has needs and a prison punk could do a mighty fine job of draining his nuts. He looked right at me while he said that and I blushed. I noticed he was now fondling his impressive dick and he said all this talk was making him horny. I quickly chimed in that I felt the same way. Stone stared at me while he worked on a cigarette and slowly worked his tool to full glory. I imagine my eyes just about bulged out of my head! Stone just stated “you want it” and I nodded my agreement. Stone took one more long drag and explained the ground rules. If I wanted it, I would do as I was told with no questions like a good punk and he would use me as his personal bitch. Again I nodded my consent and he said let’s get out of here. I dropped him back at the park and promised I’d return in an hour with some lunch and I’d be prepared to be fucked if Stone so wished to do that. I felt rather guilty cancelling my lunch date with Garret, but I wanted Stone crazy bad and I was going to be the best punk he had ever had! I returned on time with sandwiches and we had a quick picnic. Stone was talking about having a big load and he hadn’t had any pussy in ages. Stone asked if maybe my pussy would do? I told him that it was clean, muscular and ready to go! Stone just smirked, sighed and grabbed his crotch and said there was nothing he liked more than knocking up bitches. “Sounds good to me” was my response. Stone lived in a run down duplex in a somewhat unsavory part of town. He was already walking towards his door as I was getting out of the car. Stone simply unlocked and headed in so I followed him. “Close and lock the door, bitch!” Stone commanded. He cracked open a beer as he headed to his shade drawn room and said “Strip, bitch!” This was followed by “undress me, bitch!” I carefully took his clothes off and folded them as he nursed his beer and cigarette while sitting on the edge of the bed. “Get to work, bitch!” he commanded. I guess I gave him a confused look so he just pointed to the floor between his legs and I was kneeling in a heartbeat! I fucking love uncut dick—a rare treat indeed for me, and I worshipped it by sniffing his musk, licking under his foreskin and chewing gently on the excess. This got me a satisfied grunt. I then showed him my talented deep throat. It was a bit of a struggle because Stone was very clearly over 8” and far thicker than average. Stone had an exceptional dick—a true cudgel with a slightly flared head lined in a velvety smooth foreskin. His dick looked like an angry club and I told him that softly. Stone said I had no idea how his club was going to punish my cracker ass and inflict major damage. It would be months before I knew what that really meant and his promise to “knock me up good”. “Time to toss the salad” said almost gleefully. I hadn’t really heard that expression, but as he spread his legs wider and pushed my head down from licking his hairy nuts, I had a pretty good idea what he wanted! Damn! His ass was coarsely hairy and I showed him that I was an A Grade rimmer! Rimming makes me harder than a rock and I was very good at it as Garret always wanted that as an extensive part of our foreplay. A wave of guilt washed over me at thinking of Garret, but this ass was perfect and I worshipped it to the sounds of Stone’s obvious pleasure. Stone was content to lean back and let me show my respect and subservience as I ate his ass and then tongue fucked him. I wasn’t sure if that was pushing it too far, but Stone let me work his ass over for quite along time. When stone told me to get on the bed, I could see my work had been appreciated—he had leaked a pool of precum by his belly button and the veins on his dark dick stood out in beautiful relief. I couldn’t help licking up his sweet natural lube. “Can’t help yourself, can you bitch?” he asked. I blushed and asked how he wanted me. I was more than surprised to hear him say on your back. I expected him to want me doggy or maybe flat on my belly so he wouldn’t have to think about the fact he was with a punk not a bitch. “Hold your legs apart and show me your pussy!” Stine commanded. He reached on top of his bed stand and grabbed a jar of Vaseline. Not my favorite lube, but it made a nice smacking sound as Stone smeared some over his dick as he shucked it. I like to see my bitch’s expression as I breed her pussy. I hesitated, but asked if he had a condom. Stone just glared at me and then drawled ”You are here to be my bitch and I can’t knock you up in a raincoat!” I wasn’t going to point out to him that I wasn’t likely to become pregnant anytime soon! Still, although Stone was mostly straight and sure seemed like a consummate top, I was a tad nervous going bare. I was about to balk when stone positioned his dripping head against my hole. I remember saying “ummm” as in Ummm…we should play safe, but Stone was already sliding into my initial ring. I swear I could hear it pop as he head was now surrounded by me. “Stone had a glazed look as he said “that’s it, bitch! I am in you and you are going to take your breeding like a good cunt!” With steady pressure, Stone drove into me and it was not an easy stretch for me. I grimaced and said he was going too fast but Stone just replied “this is about me and the sooner you get that, the better off you will be!” You hear stories about a guy hitting the second ring of an ass and it had never meant anything to me, but Stone was in deeper than I could ever remember and the girth seemed to almost knock the wind out of me as he started sawing in and out. I didn’t want to cry out, but I was whimpering loud as his fuck hurt. It took awhile, but eventually my natural self lubricating ass (thank goodness for that!) seemed to smooth out the ride. My hands were clenching the sheets and Stone surprised me again by telling me to hold on to his ass if I was “in such a way”. Feeling the powerful flexing in his muscular hairy ass made it easier to get into my fucking. I pretty much expected Stone to be a 5 minute guy, what with my tight ass clenching him and the fact that he hadn’t cum in days. I was wrong: Stone had major stamina! It was a warm summer day, but not bad with his ceiling fan going. Still, Stone was sweating up a storm and dripping on me within 10 minutes. Rather than finding that gross, I got off feeling his hot body steaming on top of me. I was still whimpering, but that sound was also a sound of pleasure. I was pulling Stone into me so I think he knew that I was getting what I wanted. “Bitch likes being bred” Stone noted. I surprised myself how quickly I asked him to breed me. “You want my seed, bitch? You want to get knocked up by our fucking? You want it, don’t you, bitch! I wasn’t blushing at his talk anymore. I was agreeing to his questions, asking for his seed, his breeding and being knocked up by his fuck. I was thinking of all of this as a metaphor and role playing so I was way turned on to go along. Truth be known: I could see how a woman could take the risk of an unwanted baby if taking an ex con like Stone was in the equation. I would have taken that risk, and, of course, I was taking significant risks from our coupling--far more than I dreamed of! Worries about safe sex were not currently on my mind. I was hard as a rock as Stone took out his needs upon me. Stone bent my legs about as far as they would go and varied how close to my chest they were. He also varied his fucking to make sure that I wouldn’t get too used to his fuck. Believe me, when he went for maximum penetration and force, I yelped and really felt it. Stone was kind enough, after close to 30 minutes to pound me in the way that brought me maximum pleasure. I never said “do me like that” as nobody likes a pushy bottom, but Stone seemed to read my cues well. I don’t know if it was the pressure on my prostate, but with that perfect rhythm now ensuing, I started to moan and milk him as tight as I could. “Bitch gonna cream from my breeding?” Stone asked. I just moaned louder and begged him to keep breeding me. “You want me to stop and pull out?” Stone asked as he slowed down and went shallower but I just grabbed his ass as hard as I could and pulled him deeper into me. “Fuck no! I declared. “You wanted to breed me and knock me up and you can’t do that if you pull out. I want it, Stone. I want your fuck, I want your seed, I want to be knocked up by you—please! I begged “Bitch wants it and is going to get it.” Stone snarled. He was wailing on me and the countdown had started. It was an amazing feeling to have Stone fuck the cum right out of my nuts. The crazy milking that my orgasm created was not lost on Stone. He was huffing and groaning and saying it was time. “Take my nut you fucking stupid cunt! I am breeding you and you will get knocked up for sure! His eyes never left mine as Stone rammed as far as he could and I felt him throb. I swear I could feel the actual jets of cum hitting my walls. The weird part was I felt this feeling of connection—not emotional, but physical. Like power was flowing from Stone to me. I have never done drugs, but I was on a natural high and told him that I could feel him shooting in me and I loved it! Stone wasn’t affectionate, but he sort of collapsed upon me with a loud sigh with his head looking away from me. Fuck it! It may not be Stone’s thing, but my hands moved up and down his sweat slick back. I have strong hands so they naturally gravitated to massaging him as I held him close. I think it felt good and not overly awkward because I I worked him over well before he slid off and out of me. “Fuck that pussy felt good!” Stone beamed. I just smiled and said nobody had ever fucked me like he had—and that was the honest truth. Stone just muttered “you have no idea, punk.” Like a lot of guys, Stone was way sleepy after his strenuous activity and he just said close the door behind you and I’ll see you Thursday. I noticed that the small amount of cum oozing from my ass was tinged pink from blood. “Shit, I’m bleeding!” I moaned. Stone said “looks like I popped your cherry, slut!” With that ado, I nodded, threw on my clothes and let him be. One hot session lead to another and I was taking Stone on at least twice a week. I got off thinking my ass and skills in bed were equal to any woman Stone could have and Stone still seemed obsessed about the act of sex knocking me up. It was a hot expression and it turned me on. Stone injected his baby batter at least a two dozen times over the summer and after Labor Day I came down with the horrible aching flu. It felt like a Mack truck had hit me and I was as sick as a dog for over a week. Garret nursed me back to health and the following weekend he said that he had seen Stone again in the park. My ears perked up and I nonchalantly said “oh yeah?” Garret continued “Yeah, I saw him shooting up last night walking back from the fundraiser at the bar. Guess the rumor is true that he got pozzed from sharing needles.” I felt sick to my stomach as the pieces all went together. Stone had been in prison for drug dealing, must have been a user and no wonder he hadn’t had pussy in ages and why he kept talking about knocking me up like a bitch. I can’t prove it, but I think the power I felt flowing from him to me was the instant of infection in my torn ass. I tested poz that fall and as I had only cheated with Stone and Garret was neg, it was pretty clear that Stone had succeeded in knocking me up!

My regular FB has a beautiful 8" cut cock and about the same around. Long and fat and just fabulous in my hole. He knows me well too and that means he knows that once I get a cock in my hole, I want it again and again and again. I know him well too and that means I know he can fuck me at least 3 times in a relatively short period of time. This makes us both happy as hell when we are together. I also know that he has others he plays with, too, so when we are together it is always safe sex with a condom. I just don't want to catch anything and he knows it although we had discussed some of his hot other times when he does not use protection. We had not been able to hook up for a while, what with the holidays adding a lot to both our schedules plus he had been sick for a week or a little more around Thanksgiving too. I was really getting horny for some action and my hole would tingle just thinking about getting him back in me as soon as possible. Finally, it was Christmas Eve and I was to get a couple of days off from work and I was so ready to get some rest. I got ahold of my bud and asked if there was any way for us to get together soon. He replied that he was so ready also and how about meeting at the bathhouse for a nice eve pre-Christmas present. I could hardly wait. We arrived there at about the same time, checked in and got a room. We loved fucking at the bathhouse, strolling around first usually to watch what was going on and then back to our room to fuck like crazy. We went to the room and stripped down and wrapped our towels around our waists and went to look. It was pretty busy as it would be closed the next day and was even closing early tonight at around midnight too. We went to the sling room first and watched some guy take on three different guys before moving on to the sauna to get a little hot and relax some more. There was a guy in there, too, taking on two guys at once and being spit roasted good. We sat around and watched the action for a bit. I told my bud that that sure looked like fun and I needed to try that sometime as I had never been with more than one guy at a time ever. My bud, Ron, said maybe we should look for another guy for tonight so I could try it out. I told him it was a nice dream is all but maybe some day. He smiled and told me to keep hoping and he had done more than one before and it can be a lot of fun. I just didn't think I was quite ready for it though, so after a bit we got up and went to the showers to rinse off some of the sweat. At the showers we found a few guys who were being getting fucked, and by now, seeing all of the action, I was getting damned horny. It was bad enough not getting any for a while and now seeing all that was going on and my ass was getting in high gear for sure. I grabbed Ron's cock and stroked it a bit and he told me it looked like it was about time to get to the room and let him give me my present. We both laughed and dried off and headed out. We barely made it in the door and closed it, when Ron was all over me. We were making out like crazy and our lips were locked together in a very hot kiss as our hands roamed all over each other. I went right for his cock and his hands were kneading and caressing my ass. Soon his hands were at my crack and then his fingers were running up and down it. A couple of minutes later and I felt a finger at my hole and easing in. It was fantastic. Ron then backed me up to the table/bed and laid me down on it on my back and grabbed my legs and pushed them up and back. His head went down and his lips locked on my cock and sucked the whole thing in his mouth in one gulp and then he came up and off of it and down the underside of it to my balls and licked and sucked them for a bit. He then let his tongue travel lower until I felt it on my hole. I bucked up at him as his tongue circled my hole as it felt so good and been so long since the last time. He licked and sucked my hole and soon I could feel his tongue entering and going in and out of my hole and then I felt one of his fingers join in and it was quickly deep in my hole also. He kept it up, licking and fingering my hole and very soon he had four fingers in my ass, and was ramming them in and out, driving me wild in the process, and leading me to want more and more. He was a little more rough than normal and at times I felt his fingernails scrape a little, but I chalked that up to us not having any sex for a while and the excitement. Didn't matter much anyway as I was really bucking by now and wishing he would now hurry and get his beauty of a cock in me. As if he had read my mind he pulled his fingers out of me roughly and stood up and I felt his cock at my hole. I was so ready. He eased it in slowly and really driving me nuts and then I felt his balls bump against my ass and knew he was completely in me as deep as he could get. He then started a slow easy pace and then quicker and quicker and harder. I was bucking up to meet each thrust and we were both on a mission now to get to completion. In about five minutes I could feel his thrusts getting a little more erratic and then he jammed one last time hard into me as deep as he could and ground his cock into me as he was cumming and it was so intense I was cumming too. Damn did that feel so good. He ground into me for a bit and then slipped out. It was then it dawned on me that we had not taken the time to get a condom on and he had just cum in me bare. I kind of freaked a little but he just kissed me and told me he was sorry but he had just got too worked up to think about it. I figured it couldn't be that bad and let it go. He got up and said he would be right back as he had to go take a pee. He went out of the room and I rolled over onto my stomach thinking how hot that fuck had been. My ass, as normal, was really wanting more, but I was so relaxed too, that I kind of dozed off a little waiting for Ron to get back. I awoke with a cock in my ass and plowing away like crazy. I was alarmed at first but then heard Ron say it was ok just relax. I just let nature take its course then and soon another final ram home and hoped Ron had remembered the condom this time. My ass was in heaven though from two nice poundings and I was kind of surprised when all at once Ron was ramming his cock back into me again so soon and starting to plow me good again. Wow did that feel good. Ron was asking me how that felt and I told him it was wonderful. He kept talking softly to me as he plowed my ass with his marvelous cock. Telling me it felt so silky and fine all around his cock and nice and slippery from his cum in me now. Then just as I felt him ram home to cum again it came to me that, hey, his voice sounded more like it was beside me instead of behind me. I mentioned it and then the lights came on as the cock was coming out of my ass and another one going in. How the hell had the lights come on when the switch was across the room? As I blinked in the light to discover Ron was seated beside me, while another guys' cock was ramming the hell out of my hole. I yelled "What the hell is going on here?" Ron just smiled and replied "This is my Christmas present to you: to get your ass all the cock it can handle, especially since I know you want more than the three loads I can give you, so I want you to really enjoy being fucked well." With that I realized there were five additional guys in the room. They all got a turn and then Ron again and then it also came to me that the bowl that held the condoms was in front of me and none had been used. After Ron got done that time, I sat up and turned around to take a small break and see what the other guys actually looked like. My eyes bugged out then as every one of them had a cock close to the size of Ron's and then he smiled and told me he had hand picked them all for their size to please me the more. I took another look and then really bugged out as I then notice that each and every one of them had a biohazard tattoo either on a nipple or just about their cocks. I turned to Ron with a shocked look on my face. He knew what I had then seen and grinned and told me that was what he had been sick with at Thanksgiving and he had tested Poz and chose them all for it. That was the second Gift he had for me for Christmas. I sat there shocked and the only thing I could think of was a movie I had seen and Bing Crosby singing: I'm dreaming of a WHITE Christmas, and as I looked down I could see a small whitish puddle dribbling down my legs.

This is a true story that happened about 6 years ago. My flight was 3 hours late. By the time I finally reached the hotel where I'd be spending the night, it was already past midnight. I was tired and stressed from the long day of travel. I got to my room, took a quick shower, hoping it would relax me a bit. Then I decided to head down to the hotel bar for a couple of drinks before bed. When I walked into the bar it looked nearly deserted. There were a couple of guys sitting at the bar. And one male/female couple at a table. I stepped up to the bar and took a seat between the 2 men already sitting at the bar. Leaving a seat open on either side of me between the 2 men. Just as I sat down the man on my left took one long swig of his drink. Finishing it. He pushed it away and told the bartender "good night'. The bartender walked up to me and asked what I wanted to drink? I told him scotch. He said, "You may want to make it a double. It's slow tonight. I'm getting ready to close". I said a double would be fine. The man sitting to my right said, "Hey, bud. Why don't you give me a double too, since you're closing." The bartender filled 2 glasses with ice and poured a generous amount of scotch in both glasses and placing them in front of us. "I just got here myself. Jim here", said he guy on my right as he turned and extended his hand to me. "Dave here. My flight was late. Wasn't sure we'd ever get here today", I said. Jim chuckled and said, "I'm a pilot. So, I understand your frustrations. Trust me. We don't like the delays any more than you do. Glad you made it." Jim and I chatted a bit as we sipped our drinks. The m/f couple finished their drinks and left. Leaving only Jim and I in the bar. We were nearly done with our drinks when the bartender said, "Gonna' have to ask you guys to finish up. I'm ready to close'. I asked the bartender if I could take the rest of my drink to the room? He said, sure. Jim leaned over and said, "If you want another drink, I've got some scotch in my room. You're welcome to come up and join me for one more drink if you wish." "Cool. Thanks!", I said. We paid for our drinks and I left the bar with Jim. As we took the elevator to Jim's floor I was filled with excitement as to what might happen. I'd gotten absolutely NO inclination that Jim might be gay or bi from our conversation. But it seemed odd for a str8 stranger to invite another stranger to his room to drink. Jim was an attractive guy in his late 40's. Obviously in very good shape. Tall and slender, but with a very athletic build. I was wondering if this was just going to be a friendly drink? Or may it lead to where I'd love to see it lead? We got to Jim's room. He unlocked the door, stepped inside and held the door for me as I stepped in. "Make yourself comfortable", Jim said, as he kicked off his shoes and walked to the already filled ice bucket and bottle of scotch that he had sitting on the top of his dresser. He filled his glass with scotch and told me to hand him my glass. He filled mine with ice, then filled both our glasses with again, a very generous amount of scotch. We "clinked" glasses and he motioned for me to take a seat on the only chair in the room. He sat across from me on the edge of the bed. There was kind of an awkward silence as we both kind struggled to find a topic to keep the conversation going. We made small talk for a few moment, then I had an urgent need to pee. "Mind if I use your bathroom." I asked? "Sure", he said. I put my drink down and went into the bathroom. I took care of business and washed my hands. By the time I got back to the room, I found Jim laying on the bed with his legs up. His back propped up against the headboard. He had the remote in hand and was flipping through the TV channels. What was odd, however, was that Jim had stripped down to just his briefs and tee shirt. "Hope you don't mind? But, I truly hate clothes when I'm relaxing. Hope it's not uncomfortable for you, bud? But, were guys". he said with a wink and a soft chuckle. "Not at all", I said. As I was walking back to my chair, Jim said. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable, too. If you wish". I sat down and took a large swig of scotch. Was this leading to where I would like it to lead? I unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my chest and kicked off my shoes. Jim continued to flip through channels. Finally, he was flipping through the "pay per view" channels. He got to the adult channels and found one that he paused on. He chose to preview it. The preview lasted about 2 minutes. Showing a busty blonde sucking off 2 muscled studs with big dicks. "Damn! She looks like a talented cocksucker. Doesn't she?" he chuckled. "Yeah", I said. "Takes a lot of experience to be able to swallow such a large dick", I said. "What do you consider big", Jim asked? With that, he reached into his shorts and pulled out a very nice looking 7" cut dick. He was partially hard. "It grows even larger", he laughed. My eyes were glued to his cock. "Yeah, I'd call that a big one", I said. "It would take some talent to swallow that one whole", I added. "Have you got any talent with that", Jim asked? I took another swig of scotch, then stood and walked over to the bed. I reached for Jim's cock and wrapped my hand around it. "Yeah, I've had some experience. Been told I'm rather talented", I said as I leaned over and wrapped my lips around his now hard cock. I sucked a few times then climbed up onto the bed, between his legs and took his cock back into my mouth. As I was sucking Jim's cock, he was removing his tee shirt. I rose up off his cock to remove my shirt, pants and underwear. Then I took hold of Jim's briefs, pulling them over his hard-on and pulling them off his legs. We were both now naked. Jim layed down flat on the mattress. I resumed sucking his cock. His cock was fully hard, now. It had grown another inch longer and has swelled to an impressive thickness. I sucked on his cock. I then moved down to his balls. He was moaning as I worshipped his balls. Then I lifted his legs and flicked my tongue across his puckered asshole. Now, I had him groaning. I continued to lick, suck and worship his cock, balls and asshole for about 5 minutes, then I worked my way up to his nipples. Giving him some serious nipple worship. Then I straddled him. Placing his rock hard cock against my ass crack. I pinched and tweaked his nipples as squirmed on his cock with my ass cheeks. He seemed to like the feel of my ass against his cock. I spit on my fingers and reached back, lubing up my ass with my own spit. I repeated that a couple of times, till my ass was nice and slick. Then I continued to spit on my fingers and lubed up his cock. Then I positioned Jim's cock to my asshole and slid down onto it. It took some doing, but his cockhead finally slipped past my sphincter and up into me. I rode his cock like this for 5 or 6 minutes. Then he pushed me off him. "Get on your knees", he demanded. I kneeled with my ass up, as Jim moved behind me. He then pushed back up inside me in one quick thrust. Grabbing me around the waist, he then began to really pound my ass, hard and deep. He gave my ass about 5 more minutes of hard slamming, before he rammed deep into me and growled as he filled my ass with his hot load. Finally, he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard as he tried to catch his breath. Finally, he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. His chest, still heaving for breath. Then he hopped up, stepping into the bathroom. From inside the bathroom, he said, "Do you want to wash up"? "No. I'm good, thanks". I climbed up off the bed. I wanted to keep his load inside me for awhile. I quickly dressed and headed for the door. Just then, he stepped out of the bathroom. "Thanks", he said as he extended his hand for a handshake. "My pleasure", I said as I shook his hand. I was chuckling to myself as I shook his hand. It seemed funny to have just had such an intimate moment. His cock had been buried in my ass. And I was leaving his room with his cum inside me. But, being the typical "str8 guy", I didn't even get a hug. Just a manly handshake. LOL I left his room and headed for mine. As I drifted off to sleep, my mind replayed our hot fuck session. The next morning, I wrote a note. Telling him that I traveled here often for my job. And I listed some of the other cities I visit on a regular basis. I gave him my cell number and email address. I told him to let me know if he was flying to be in any of those cities. I'd love to hook up again. A few hours later, I got an email from him. He again thanked me for the fuck. He stated that he's str8. But he liked our fuck. He said he'd only been sucked off by some of the male flight attendants before that. But he'd be open to meeting again if our paths crossed. Luckily, in the passing years, our paths have crossed a few times. And I've always enjoyed having him fuck me. Hope it will happen again, real soon.

TIM needs to make a scene like this... see a bottom getting gang-bred from both points of views.

Continue please!!!!

ah...the fiesta......old seedy.......ripe with the smell of men and stale cum......been there a few times.......and left with a dripping hole more than once.....been a while...but this brought back some memories. sometimes those old places.....with minimal furnishings and a really worn-down look have given me some great times.....too bad they are disappearing

Condom to Bareback Breeding http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=pbGKb-G308-

Had one about that big in Des Moines once. Actually had him about 3 times. My ass would tingle for hours afterwards.

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[Moderator's Note: This topic was split from another thread. It began with this off-topic response to the quoted post above]haha i know what you mean, irishbbcumhole, there's a larger-dicked guy who I've been fucked by a few times at a sauna, and during the session it always starts to hurt as he pushed in too deep during certain strokes and i always just grin and bare it as i take more poppers to relax round it. and as he cums, it is almost too much to take as he thrusts in deep, pushing against the contracting assmuscles inside me. but as soon as he pulls out after cumming, even though it was on the border of being painful, i'm always desperate for him to push it back in and do me again haha

Chicago never disappoints.

Everyone who has participated in this thread has been respectful. Unless I read it wrong, this post was not. We who disagree with your point of view are not having a warm and fuzzy discussion here. Nor are we children. We've responded with maturity and kindness. You keep saying "if you want this" or "if you want that"... Well... If you want a site where everyone agrees with you, start one. We all are different from each other and we all are never going to completely agree on everything. We are humans, and all are different. That's what makes this site great. But respect should be given, regardless of opinions. You say if we want to talk about journeys... Chasing in and of itself is a journey. And that's a major topic on this site. You may disagree with others, but, kindly said, do it with respect. No one in this thread has acted like a child. Up until a couple of posts ago. In regards to your question: I have several questions, but out of respect, I'm not going to ask them. I'm standing by what I said earlier. If it were discussed beforehand (in the hook up scenario) then NO ONE would have to be upset or disappointed. It takes five seconds to have that discussion. There are plenty out there (including me) that willingly take loads. Find them instead of forcing someone else to do so that doesn't want to. Just as we don't want everyone else's desires for life forced on us (as this thread has so thoroughly proven), we shouldn't force ours on them. That would be incredibly hypocritical of us.

The 48yo muscle daddy that first bred me a couple weeks ago has become a regular, turning me into his personal cum pig. I've only taken his cum during that time, filling me almost daily after the gym then plugging my hole. He's been training me to become a better sub bottom, pushing me to lift harder (more squats!) at the gym and stretch my hole. He knows how much of a cum slut I am, making me beg for his load and depriving me of any other cum. Today, he surprised me. He invited me over, and he was already in a jock. I stripped down to my jock, harness, high tops and socks, and he blindfolded me and put me in restraints. He growled "rim me," sitting on my face. His hole was full of cum, causing me to involuntarily moan with pleasure at the taste. After eating his hole and some stranger's load, his phone buzzed and he sent a few messages back. He doesn't miss a beat, and comes, flipping me over, and eating my ass while I hit the poppers. I heard the door open and some heavy footsteps came in, pants unzipping. I sensed a few people in the room, and I started getting spit roasted. For two hours, I took 8 cocks, taking a short break in between to fuck one of the top's boyfriends that came along. My daddy gave me two loads, and I took 8 others. He pushed a plug inside me, then we napped together. When we woke up, he told me that I get to take any load I want now that I've proven myself to him.

I think it makes more than just this topic relevant. The stigma that HIV STILL carries in the gay community, the hate that comes with telling potential hook ups your status... It's all relevant. Neliess didn't miss the memo. I agree with him. We all at some point or another were new to barebacking. Some take to it like fish to water. Other's dip their toes in, then their foot, then the other and so on. Each has their own progression. Yes, they are foolish in thinking the way they do, but each has to adjust at his own pace. To take that deliberately from him is incredibly selfish. While I fucking HATE to see loads wasted, I (nor you) am NOT them! They are different than us! We don't get to decide what is best for them at that moment. Let them come to the same conclusion that we have on their own terms. That taking loads is the best damn thing ever. But let them do it on THEIR terms. It's the adult thing to do. Be the better man.

Last weekend I had a 51 year old black man breed me with his big, thick 8 1/2-inch cock. He blew 3 loads up my ass from Friday night to Saturday morning after he had shoved a huge shard of meth up my ass. Right before he left on Saturday morning I told him I was still fucking horny. He called 2 of his hung friends to cum over. The 2 black friends tag teamed me until my hole was turned inside out. I ended up with 7 loads up my ass in less than 24 hours.

After you are there 30 minutes you will know every bottom in the place. And all three tops.

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.

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.

CD4 can fluctuate depending on many factors. What is important is the "percentage" of the CD4. Ask you doctor what the percentage is. Ideal is 40%.

As a true cum dump, you take any and all loads. Otherwise get off the fuck bench and let a real dump enjoy the orgy. That bitch needed to be slapped on his ass and sent home.

He should be made to know his place. Im a cumdump and know my place. If i acted like this i would expect nothing more than been held down and used.

Justin Converts to a Cumwhore A few days after we had met up, I got a call from Justin. “Hey buddy, what’s up?” I asked him “Not much, just been thinking on what we did the other day.” “Yea? What kind of thinking?” “How much I really enjoyed it, and the fact that I want to keep doing it. I really want to take more poz cock and cum, it’s become like a craving to me.” “I know how you feel buddy, I always want cock and cum in my hole. You going to meet up with Ryan and Dave and let them Poz you up?” “Yea, that is why I was calling you. Wondered if you wanted to go with me again. Think I want to try two cocks, but can’t take both of theirs. Was thinking I could take yours and one of theirs.” “I’d be up for that. When were you thinking of meeting up with them again?” “Well, it would have to be over the weekend, as have classes and other shit to deal with.” “Yea, understand that. If you don’t want to wait till then, you can come up here and let Rob and I fuck you. Our cocks are about the same size, so not as big as the daddy cocks.” “I think I could take a little time for that one night this week. When you guys free?” “Right now, any time after 6. Only have weight training practices till after Thanksgiving holiday.” “Cool, think I could come up tomorrow night?” “Yea, we can do that. See you tomorrow Buddy. Just text me and I will meet you and bring you onto campus.” “Great! See you tomorrow and look forward to meeting Rob.” We hung up, and I let rob know that night that Justin was coming over the next night, and that we had to play at being Neg boys even though he wanted Poz cock and cum since he didn’t know about me yet. The next evening as we were walking back to the dorm after weights, I got the text from Justin that he was near campus and where should we meet. I had him wait at the corner he was on and Rob and I jogged over to meet him. Rob let out a low Whistle when he spotted Justin. “Too bad we can’t let him know he is getting Poz loads from us, even if he will be family.” “Yea,” I replied “wait till you slide into him, it is an ass made to be a cumdump.” When we finally got to him, I introduced Justin to Rob, and suggested we head over to the dorm for a bit of fun. On the short walk over, we made small talk, and got to eye each other and start our inner fantasies of how the night would go. Once we were inside, we all fell onto the bed and began to make out with each other as we stripped off clothes. Finally naked, Rob and I began to work over Justin and get him ready to take our bare cocks. I spread his legs and began to rim his tight pucker, getting it lose and slick with my spit for the fucking. Rob kissed Justin and began to play with his cock. After a few minutes, I moved up to his cock and Rob replaced me eating Justin’s ass. The boy was really enjoying our oral skills, but soon he pushed both of us away. “Though I love how your mouths feel, I came here to get both your cocks in my ass, and I really need to get fucked! I need to feel bare cocks in my ass and then feel you shoot in me.” “Wow, for someone who was afraid of barebacking a few days ago, you really are becoming a cumslut.” I said to him “Yea, thanks to you! Now get those cocks in me and stretch me out. Want to feel both of you in me at the same time so I can take those daddy cocks together.” I lay on my back, and Justin straddled me and sank down onto my bare cock. Once I was balls deep in his ass, Rob pushed him down so the two of us were kissing as he spit on his cock and began to slide it into Justin next to mine. Justin let out a groan of pain as his ass was forced open even further to accept Rob’s cock beside mine. But he took it and soon I felt Rob’s balls on top of mine. “You got two cocks in that ass now, how’s it feel buddy?” I asked Justin. “I feel like I am being split in two, but I love the feeling of being so full!” He said. “Wait till you feel us both start moving.” Rob said as he slowly withdrew his cock from Justin then pushed back in as deep as he could go. Rob and I got our rhythm going, and soon we were both really fucking Justin deep and opening him up. “Yea, guys, pound my ass! Give me that cum!” Justin begged us. About 20 minutes after we had first slid into his hole, I could tell that Rob was getting ready to spray Justin’s insides with his poz cum. “Get ready buddy, I’m going to give you my cum.” Rob said. “Give it to me!” Justin all but shouted. A few more pumps and I felt Rob’s cock pulse as he fired off his load into Justin. That sent me over the edge, and I shoved in as far as I could and as I kissed Justin hard began to add my seed to what Rob was pumping into Justin’s bare ass. Rob kissed the back of Justin’s neck and I kept kissing him as we both came down from our climaxes. After several minutes, our cocks softened and popped out of Justin. “Whoa, now I feel completely empty after having both of you in me.” Justin said as we all laid on the bed, chilling out. “Well, I think there is enough cum in you though.” Rob said as he played with Justin’s ass and felt the cum dripping out of him. “Yea, you guys both opened me up in more ways than one.” Justin replied. “But did you enjoy having two cocks in you at the same time?” I asked him. “Oh yea, it was great! I can’t wait to do it again. Going to be one of my new favorite things. Guess I just need to be careful that I don’t get too stretched out and ruin it for when I only have one cock to fuck me.” “You would be amazed at how quickly your ass will recover. And speaking of recovered, I think rob and I are ready for another round with you, if you want.” I said noticing that Rob was getting hard again while playing with Justin’s hole. “I don’t think I can handle both of you fucking me again, but maybe we can do something else I have wanted to try with two guys. Can I get fucked while sucking the other off?” Justin replied. “I think we can handle that.” I said as Rob and I maneuvered Justin so that his head was between my legs and his ass was in the air for Rob to fuck. Rob pounded his ass while I fed him my cock and fucked his throat. After we used him for a good fifteen minutes, I rotated so I was under him and began to suck on his rock hard cock. It didn’t take long till he was shooting his load down my throat. Soon after that I gave him a load of mine to taste as I creamed in his mouth. Rob grunted and told him to take his seed as he shot his second load into Justin’s ass. Again, we all collapsed onto the bed and snuggled for a few minutes. “Well, I hate to cut it short, would love to spend the night fucking away with you both, but I need to get back to my room and ready for tomorrow’s classes. But I really enjoyed it all.” Justin said has he got off the bed and began to rummage through the pile of clothes we had all tossed to the floor. “No problem Buddy.” I said “Any time you want a repeat let me know. I am sure we can fit you in.” “Thanks guys, you really helped me out tonight. I do want to repeat it again soon, but first is to get DP’d with a poz daddy cock to help get me to where I need to be.” Justin said as he finished getting dressed. I got out of bed, threw on a pair of shorts and tee, slipped on my flipflops and grabbed my keys to walk Justin down. “See you Later Rob, and thanks for everything.” Justin said as we walked out the door. “Anytime sexy.” Rob replied as the door closed. Justin and I headed down in silence. At the door to our dorm, I said good bye, and that I would text him about the weekend with the Daddies. He gave me a peck on the cheek and with a wave headed back to his school. I went back up to my room and Rob and I got some studying done before heading to bed.

5. I laid back and with my legs still in the air, slid a finger into my loose cum-slick hole. The thought of two more guys coming into fuck me had my hole twitching. My cock was still hard, but I honestly could have cared less the finger in my hole was giving me more pleasure then my cock had ever given me. “Ryan’s brother yeah,” I heard Tommy say. “You’re kidding,” one said. “Seriously, I just fucked him,” Tommy said, “Go see for yourself, I told him to stay there and wait for you two.” Eager to please my next two tops I slid another finger inside my hole and started to work at myself harder, eliciting a little moan from myself. The door opened and Liam stood shirtless in the pants he had had on last night. “Fuck, Ryan didn’t tell us his stepbrother was a cumdump.” “He wasn’t,” said Tommy coming up leading Liam’s also shirtless boyfriend Ross, still naked and a little hard, “Simon pumped a load into him last night when he was drunk. Flipped a switch inside his hole, and triggered his cum lust. You wanna get fucked again?” “Hell yes, lets go boys,” I pulled my cheeks apart showing off my cum dripping from my hole. “Think you can handle two cocks noob?” Ross asked in a thick Scottish accent. “Won’t know unless we try,” Liam added. The two Scots looked at each other and at the same time undid their pants, neither one of them was wearing underwear. If I didn’t know better I would have thought that they were brothers, both tall and dark haired with pale skin. Their broad chests both thickly haired, their abs insanely defined with broad treasure trails leading to dense pubes and thick swinging cocks. “On all fours at the bottom of the bed,” Liam demanded, his bossiness turned me on even more. I flipped onto my hands and knees and got at the bottom of the bed as the boyfriends lay down next to each other in front of me. “Well, put that pretty mouth to work and get us hard.” “Well you seem to be in good hands, have dun boys,” Tommy said and left the room, leaving the door open. I dove onto Liam’s uncut cock, swallowing as much as I could of the quickly hardening shaft as I jerked off Ross. Liam put his hands on the back of my head and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. It didn’t take long for Liam to get hard in my mouth, and Ross’s cock steadily fattening as I furiously pumped his cock. “Ride my cock while you give Ross a chance at that great mouth,” Liam said pushing me off. Liam slid down so that I could squat over his cock and bend over to suck Ross’s cock still. He and I groaned together as his dick slipped into my hole. He was not as thick as Tommy but he was longer and he pressed against that second hole I had felt Ryan knocking against. “Fuck you’re hole is even hotter the Tommy’s when it’s full of cum,” Liam said as I swallowed Ross to the base his thick pubes against my face. I rode Liam’s cock as he fucked up into me, still sucking Ross’s cock. Ross’s cock kept growing in my mouth and soon was far to long for me to keep the entire thing inside my mouth. “Think you can handle two cocks in that hole of yours?” Ross said running his hands along my back to where Liam’s cock was slipping in and out of my hole. I sat up, dropping myself all the way down on Liam’s cock, he suddenly burst past that second sphincter I had been feeling before and I gasped as I said, “Try it and lets find out.” “Lean forward then,” Liam said, and pulled me close to him, my sweaty chest pressed to his. Ross jumped up and got behind me, quickly pressing his cock against my already filled hole. For a long moment it felt like he would never be able to work his cock inside of me, then for another long second felt like I was being torn in two, and then at last Ross’s cock slid in next to Liam’s till his cock sank past my second sphincter. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” I kept repeating trying to get used to the feeling of both of them inside of me. “Shit you got tight fast,” Liam laughed a little breathing quickly. Ross was the first to start moving, slowly rocking his cock in and out of my hole rubbing against Liam’s cock as he did. I had thought that one cock in my hole was an astounding feeling but the two boyfriends pumping in and out of me at different speeds was a whole new experience. “He’s busy with Liam and Ross,” I head Tommy say in the other room, “But you can fuck me. I haven’t gotten a load from you in forever Ryan.” “Then bend the fuck over,” my stepbrother answered. A few minutes later the hard breathing and desperate grunts from Liam, Ross and I were joined by Tommy’s whimpers and Ryan’s moans. “Does the sound of your stepbrother breeding that hot twink’s hole turn you on,” Ross whispered in my ear. “Yes.” “How do those two big cocks feel in your hole?” “Amazing?” “Yeah?” “God yes.” “Then get ready for a real pounding.” Liam grabbed my hips and pulled me forward giving himself more leverage as Ross started to pull his cock out completely and slam it back into in one quick rough movement. I was practically screaming with pleasure now, begging them to use my hole, to wreck me, to shoot their loads into me. They fucked me harder and harder, both of them quickly becoming covered in sweat. “Oh fuck I’m going to cum,” Liam groaned, “You want my POZ load added to that messy hole?” “Shoot your load in me,” I begged. “Breed his hole, babe, lube up my cock,” Ross said goading Liam on. Liam grunted, and thrust deep into me, his cock head, along with Ross’s well past my second hole firing his load deep into my guts all over his boyfriends cock. This was too much for Ross who after a few more pumps bottomed out in my hole and launched his load in next to Liam’s. My body shook with the force of their loads and I felt my own cock begin to throb as I came without touching myself at all. Ross slowly pulled out of me and Liam’s now flaccid cock flopped out with it. I rolled off of Ross and as the pair left the room kissing felt myself passing out completely over whelmed with what had happened over the past twelve hours. It was several hours later that I woke up and rolled out of my bed. Cum dripped out of my swollen, gaping hole as I pulled my briefs up and stood to crack my back. It’s funny, I thought as I felt the backside of my briefs become damp with sperm, three weeks ago I never would have thought to let a man cum inside me, and now, I couldn’t get enough. I slid my hand down the backside of my briefs and felt my wet hole. The sounds of the others came through the closed door clearly; there were still plenty of me out there. I can go just a few more rounds, I thought, and kicked off my slightly damp underwear. In the main room I found Tommy bent over the couch with Liam’s cock deep in his furry twink hole, Ross was riding Ryan’s cock, and just as I stepped out the front door opened and Simon walked back in with a broad smile. “So from what I’ve been hearing all day you’ve turned into quite the cumdump,” he called over to me. “Ready for another, make sure it takes?” He grabbed his cock through his track pants and I nodded. This is where I end the story. If someone else wants to take over Justin’s journey from here feel free.

4. “I’m going to go jump in the shower,” Ryan said, slapping me on the ass as Tommy pulled off his shirt. I had assumed Tommy he was somewhat twinkish, and therefore was completely unprepared to see his tight runner’s body was completely covered by thick dark red hair. He smiled at my obvious shock. “I started growing chest hair when I was twelve,” he said, his fingers hooked into the waste band of his track pants. Dropping them to the the ground, he stepped out of them, standing in a pair of white briefs that barely contained the considerable bulge that was forming there. Do all of Ryan’s friends have big cocks? I wondered. “Well, are you just gonna stand there bustin’ out of your briefs or are you going to fuck me?” I asked, quickly becoming more comfortable with my new lust for cock. “You’re really ready to get fucked again, after your stepbrother just bred you like that.” I found his Irish accent intoxicating, and perhaps for that reason the thought of turning down his cock didn't even cross my mind. Whatever the reason, now that I had had a taste of bare sex, I was insatiable. “Hell yes," I responded as I flopped back on the bed, drew my legs into the air, exposing my cummy hole to his inspection. Just to further entice him I added "Plus all that cum up there will make great lube.” Tommy didn’t need to be told again, he tossed his briefs aside his uncut cock springing up. “You’re more of a cum slut then I am,” he said, lining up his still sheathed head up with my swollen hole. We both groaned as he sunk into my wet guts, my hole quickly opening to take his uncut, beer can of a cock, to the base. Tommy leaned forward, holding his cock inside me and kissed me softly. He slowly rocked his cock in and out of me as we kissed, his hands roaming over my body. I groaned into his mouth, waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Tommy seemed intent on making this one last as he slowly pumped my hole. “Simon was the one who POZed me,” he whispered after a long time, “he picked me up at a bar one night and convinced me to take him raw and after about a week of him filling me with his spunk I caught it. Best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He kissed me softly again, but started to fuck me a little harder his thrusts eliciting little squeaks and grunts from my occupied mouth. “Did you even like guys before Simon fucked you,” he asked a little while later. “Sorta but I’d never done anything,” I answered in the same soft whisper tone. “So you went from being straight to getting fucked by your stepbrother and all of his friends in one night. Damn Simon’s good, and I’m fucking grateful cause I thought you were so hot.” He drew his cock all the way out and slammed it back in again several times, a soft squishing sound now accompanying his thrusts. He shifted his weight putting his hands flat on the bed over my shoulders and rocking his hips forward to pound into me harder. I stared into his brilliant green eyes as sweat formed on his face from the effort of his fucking. As I looked at him I noticed a sweaty, bushy, dark ginger pit just over my head. I sat up a little and licked it. Tommy groaned a little and I continued to lap at the musky pit until I was eating out his pit and he fucked me all the harder for it. After about twenty minutes as Tommy’s thrusts were starting to get rougher and his breathing irregular I head Ryan get out of the shower and go into his room, talking to the two men who had been sleeping in there. “I’m going to cum in you,” Tommy panted. “Do it, please!” “God you ass is so good!” “Thanks, your cock feels ama…” I never finished that sentence as Tommy slammed into me as hard as he could, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He let out a long calming breath as his balls emptied into my guts. He kissed me again and pulled out slowly. “Stay there,” he said, heading to the door, “sounds like the other two are up and ready to breed your hole as well.”

Meeting Rob Shortly before classes started, the wrestling coach had the entire freshman on the wrestling team come into the gym to meet and to see how we worked as a team for practice purposes. After everyone introduced themselves, listed some accomplishments, and fun fact we were divided into our weight classes. There were five of us in my weight class, so it was agreed we would round-robin with one guy sitting out and kinda ref'ing us. The first guy with whom I was paired-up was James. He was on the high-end of our weight class, whereas I was on the low-end. Even so, I was quickly able to pin him down and gain the point. James was cute, had blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and a nice round ass. I also noticed when I pinned him the second time that he was sporting a bit of a chub from all the rolling around. It wasn't unusual for us wrestlers to get a bit hard, after all there is a lot of frictions on your crotch as you are rolling around. We learn to ignore it, but I put it aside in my mind to see if I might hook up with him later. Next, I wrestled Rob, another guy who was towards the high end of our weight class. I don't know if Rob had read something of me that I didn't know I was telegraphing, but every chance he had while we wrestled he made sure that either his hand was on my ass or cock or my hand was rubbing him in the same places. He was definitely giving me signals that it was more than an accident. It was enough to throw me off, and he pinned me all three times. With his final pin, his mouth was near my ear and he whispered "I want us to fuck." As clear as day I heard his words. After he let me up, and we shook hands, it was my turn to ref while Rob wrestled Chris, who, like me, was on the low end of our weight class. Chris weighed 156, and stood at 5' 8", had curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. I watched the Rob and Chris wrestle, and looked like a good match, but I kinda kept an eye on Rob's grip. As far as I could see, Rob wasn't as grabby with Chris as he had been with me. So maybe it was my imagination that it had happened, or he was gay like me. Rob won again, so he went up against our final weight class team mate. Anton fell in the middle of our class at 158 and stood about 5' 10". He had black hair and brown eyes, he was the only African American on the team. Rob and Anton went back and forth, each would score a point after the other, finally I called it a tie as they seemed evenly matched between weight and skill. We all wrestled each other for the remainder of the practice. When Coach called the end of the practice, we all filed into the lockers and showered and changed. Rob was waiting for me when I got done, and asked me if I wanted company for dinner. I agreed, and we both headed to the cafeteria. Over dinner, Rob kept subtly flirting with me. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, and blurted out "Look, yes I am gay. I think you are hot, though not generally my type. If you want to be fuck buddies, cool. If I have read everything wrong since we wrestled, then sorry. If you want to bash me, then I will fight back." "Wait, I'm not your type but you want to be fuck buddies? What's your type?" "Well, I like older guys. Daddies. But I am a guy and like to fuck as much as I can so I take the guys that are at hand. So, like you said, are we going to fuck, or was this a total waste?" "Oh Tom, I think this is going to be a great friendship with lots of benefits." With that we left the cafeteria and walked around campus. As we walked, we talked and discovered that we both were versatile, and both fucked bare. "Don't you worry about catching anything when you are fucking bareback?" I asked Rob, testing the waters of my other kink. "Not really, most of the STDS are treatable, only one you gotta really worry about is HIV. And to be honest, I don't even worry too much about HIV." "So, you make sure the guys fucking you are Neg?" "Nah, I figure that if I am meant to get it, I will. If not, great." "Have you heard about these guys called Chasers who go out and actively try to get HIV?" "Yeah, one of my buddies from high school is a chaser, though last I heard he was still neg." "Did you fuck with him?" "Yeah, we used to swap loads all the time. Like I said, if I get it I get it. Not going to discriminate if it's a good fuck." "Cool. I want to level with you. I'm really turned on with the idea of finding a Daddy who is poz and becoming his poz son." "Dude that is fuckin' hot! I think that I'd let you poz me if you convert." "Really? You'd become my poz brother?" "Yeah, I would. I think you are totally hot, and would do just about anything with you." With That, Rob leaned in and kissed me deeply. I returned his kiss, and reached my hand down to feel his cock. He grabbed mine too, but we broke away quickly, as we were out in a public area and knew if we kept going, we'd end-up fucking right there. "So," Rob said, "we've gotta find someplace to fuck, and soon!" "Yeah. What's your roommate like?" "Very hot, but I'm not sure if he is gay or straight." "Well, I know mine is a straight asshole. We've only been here a few days and he has brought girls back to fuck right in front of me." "Maybe he's doing it in front of you because he wants you to bend that hot ass over and make you take his cock," Rob laughed. I returned the laugh, adding "Nah, I don't want his tiny cock, but after I converted I'd fuck his ass." "Dude, you are so twisted. I love it! Well, let's go to my room. Let's find out if my roommate is gay or straight." "If he's gay, maybe we can both fuck him!" Rob threw his arm around me, and together we walked back to his dorm room. That night we fucked each other and shot a load deep into the other's ass. It started a great fuck buddy relationship, and after his roommate got sick of walking in on us fucking repeatedly that first week, we ended-up as roommates. His moved in with mine, and we now lived together. Obviously, his roommate was not gay, but was fine with us; in fact we often hung out with him and a few others who were not on the wrestling team. When I met my Dad online, I gave Rob the info in case I never came back, better safe than sorry. He was totally turned on the night before I was going over to meet Dad and Dave. That night, after practice and dinner, we headed back to our room and after stripping out of our clothes, he bent me over and ate my ass for a good 20 minutes. With my hole lubed up with his spit, and opened from his tongue, he slid his cock into me and pounded my ass till he grunted and dropped his load deep inside me. As he slowly pulled out, I kept my ass tight to keep that load in me. "Now that you have unloaded, ready for one of my last neg loads before I get pozed up?" "Fuck yeah, buddy! Get that cock in my cunt and drop that load in me." "Get on the bed, I want to fuck you on your stomach." Rob lay on his stomach on the bed, and I climbed between his legs. His ass was already moist from the sweat he had built up form fucking me, but I went in and ate that hole like a starving man. He was soon moaning and writhing against my face as I tried to get my tongue deep into his fuck chute. Once he was well lubed with my spit, I lined my cock up with his hole and slowly let my weight push it into him. He let out a pleased moan as my balls hit his ass. I savored the feel of his ass around my cock before I began to slowly fuck him. For a long time I just slowly used his hole like a fleshlight till I felt my load beginning to build. With that tingle in my balls starting, I began to fuck Rob hard and fast into the mattress. "Give me that neg load, just like you will those poz loads when you are all charged up," Rob moaned. "You want this load in your cunt?" "Fuck, yes Tom, give me your last neg load. Plant it in my cunt." A few more thrusts, and I grunted "Here you go, buddy. My last known neg load in your cunt!" I pushed in till my balls hit his ass, and my cock shot several loads of juice into his ass. I collapsed on top of him. We stayed connected and rolled over to our sides. Cuddled up, my cock still buried in his ass, Rob and I fell asleep. The next day I headed out to meet Dad, and my life would change forever. Once I arrived, I texted Rob and let him know I would probably be staying the weekend, and would hopefully be coming home with the bug incubating deep in my ass.

PHOTO SHOOT John opened the door, and though younger than I like, he was quite hot. Standing about 6 foot, black hair, grey eyes, and a well-toned body, he was the stuff of most gay men's wet dreams; he was just not my daddy, nor according to his online profile, poz. John invited me in and showed me the area of his apartment he had set-up for the photo shoot. "So, any ideas on what you want to wear for these photos?" he asked. In response, I pulled the clothing I had packed into a duffle out for him to look at and get his suggestions. "The dress clothing probably won't work for what you want, but the jock and singlet will get you tons of hits," he remarked, adding "How about some nudes? Tasteful, of course." "I'm willing to do them, but would rather have most of the photos entice rather than just put everything out there. Leave some mystery for when I meet up," I responded. "Well, it's your decision, so we'll do whatever you are comfortable with." I smiled at him, and thanked him for doing all this for me. At his suggestion, we started off with me in what I had worn over, jeans and a t-shirt. After I got comfortable with having my picture taken, he suggested that I lose the shirt and belt, and let my jeans fall down a bit. I agreed, and noticed that his eyes lit up a bit when I shucked my shirt and he saw my mostly hairless torso. "I have an idea. How about putting the shirt back on and I will snap some of you taking your clothes off." "Sure," I shrugged, "it can't hurt." So, redressing, I began to slowly the shirt off and John snapped away with his camera. After my shirt was gone, I undid the button on my jeans and let them slide down a bit revealing my boxers. John kept snapping away as I undid the zipper, dropped my jeans, and was about to turn away from him to pull off the boxers when John said "Wait. Here's what I think. Take off your boxers and put your jeans back on. Let's do that again but with you commando." I pulled off my boxers and slid my jeans back on, not bothering to do them up. Once again I turned my back to John and slid my jeans slowly down my ass and then down my legs. "Great! Now pull them back up, and lay down. Do up the zipper, and when I start taking pics, slowly unzip and I'll get your trail and your pubes. Keep your cock and balls down the leg." Again, I followed John's instructions and he snapped away on his camera. "Cool. These are going to look great! Why don't you change into the singlet and we'll get some shots of of you wearing just it." I quickly stripped off everything and slid my singlet on. John took pics of me in various wrestling poses, then we took pics of me slowly stripping off the singlet. John then suggested I put on the jock, saying we'd get the last group of photographs with me wearing only it. I slid the jock on, adjusted the straps and struck several poses. John snapped away. In a few of the shots I was on all fours, and John was behind me shooting pics of my ass. I looked over my shoulder and noticed that the nice bulge in John's jeans was now much larger. I figured he liked what he saw of me in this position, and I decided that I needed one more set of pics to complete my portfolio. I turned to face john, and crawled across the floor to him. When I reached him, I lifted my hand and grabbed his cock through the tight fabric of his jeans. He moaned at my touch and stopped taking pictures. "Don't stop taking photographs, John," I instructed, "Let's do one more set: action shots of you fucking my mouth and ass with this cock." "Are you sure you want that kind of photographs?" "Yeah. Take pics of me sucking your cock and you fucking my ass!" John set the camera aside for a moment to take his shirt off, then he picked it back up and pointed it down at me on my knees in front of his crotch, instructing me saying "Take my cock out and start sucking it, you slut." "Yes, sir!" I undid the button on his jeans and slid the zip down. He had gone commando, so his cock was easily accessible, and I pulled it out. He wasn't fully hard, but still he had a nice girth and length. As John stood there snapping away, I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. As his cock slowly disappeared into my mouth, my ass began to twitch with the thought of him taking photographs of the same cock sliding into my ass, lubricated only with my spit. For several minutes John snapped pics as I bobbed up and down on his cock, getting it wet with my spit and getting it hard so he could fuck me. Far too soon, he pulled away, put down the camera and took off his jeans. "Turn around," John commanded. I did eagerly, presenting my firm round ass to him. "Please fuck me, John, and capture the action in photographs." "You want me to fuck you in the jock?" "Up to you. You are in charge." John picked up the camera again, and I felt the tip of his cock line up with my pucker. I heard the click click click of the camera as he slowly pushed all seven inches of his fat cock into my ass. "Damn, your ass fits like a glove, Tom," he grunted, adding "I think I am going to fuck it a couple of times today. Gotta make sure we get some really good pics." I moaned in agreement, and honestly his cock felt wonderful in my ass. The camera clicked away as John varied his strokes between pounding my ass and long dicking me. After a long while, his thrusts became more frantic and his breathing became shallow. "I'm gonna cum!" "Shoot it in me! Give me that cum! Breed my ass!" "Here comes your first load, buddy!" With that, John went balls-deep into my ass, and I felt each volley of his cum as he shot about ten times into my cunt. He kept his wits about him and snapped pics as his balls unloaded into me. After resting for a few minutes inside of me, he slowly pulled out; snapping pics the whole time. With his thick cock out of my hole, it felt empty, but also was slightly gaping. John took pics of it all, and I pushed some of his cum out so he could take pics of his cum dripping from my used hole. He rolled onto his back on the floor next to me. I moved over and kissed him as he came down from the fuck. I reached down and grabbed his cock. "How long till you are ready for round two?" I asked. "Keep kissing me and I will be ready in no time." So we continued kissing as he played with my cummy hole, and soon enough his cock was rock hard. This time, John had me take the jock off, and we went to his bed. He had me lay on the edge, on my back, legs out to the side. He slid his hard cock back into me and again snapped pictures as he fucked my hole. "Fuck, it feels even better with my cum to lube your hole. You should see the froth I'm churning out of your ass." "I'll see it when we look at the pictures. For now, keep fucking!" This time, when John said he was getting close, I grabbed my cock, matching my strokes to his thrusts, and as he sank into me for the second time to give me his DNA, I sped up my strokes immediately blew my load, coating my belly and chest with my cum. John snapped a few more pictures of me laying there coated in my cum, his jizz leaking form my hole and a look of satisfaction on my face. "Ok, we should get cleaned up then take a look at what we got here." John and I showered, him getting hard again and fucking a third load into me. After we were cleaned off, and dressed again. John pulled the memory card from the camera and brought it over to his computer. He had ended up taking hundreds of photos of me. We looked them over, and I liked what he had done for me. The hottest ones were of him fucking me the second time and his cum making a frothy mix on his cock and around my hole. These pics were definitely going to get me laid. John burned all the pics to a CD for me, and then it was time to take my leave. I thanked him for a great session and the three loads in my ass. He thanked me for letting him fuck me bare and loading me up. I told him that if he wanted another session with my ass, with or without the camera, we could. He said he would see me online. I packed the disk in with my extra clothes and with a kiss, headed out. When I got back to my room, I put in the disk and quickly uploaded a mix of the clothed and nudes to my profiles, as I didn't want my roommate to see me doing this. I still didn't know how he would take rooming with a cumslut. John and I hooked up a few times before and after I met my Dad, but as soon as I was confirmed poz he didn't want to hook up any more. It was a shame really. He would have been a hot one to poz and add to the family.

“Boy”, he said, in a gentle tone similar to the one he used when he’d told me that it didn’t matter that I was gay, he’d love me all the same, “it’s time to acquaint yourself with some basic facts of life that I learned long ago. There are two types of human males in this world – real men, and pigs. Pigs look like men, talk like men, dress and act like men, but in truth they are inferior. They are governed by their lust for unnatural acts, and by their desire to submit to real men. A pig may think he’s a man, but deep down he knows every time his faggot cunt twitches that he is not a real man.” I was finding his voice hypnotic as it came out like a religious doctrine through my chemical haze. “Even when you were younger, boy, I could see your head snap up at the mention of the word “faggot”…when you first came out to me, I thought it was fear, but then as I watched you closer, I realized it was because that submissive pig in you was reacting to its proper title. I knew you needed to be released from the bondage of self-imposed morality that you suffered under to truly wallow in your subhuman urges, and I knew I was just the man to do it. Only your cunt of a mother stood in my way, and now she’s gone…and don’t think I didn’t notice that reaction to the word “cunt”, pig…you’ll be hearing a lot more of your proper titles from now on.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and gripped me under the chin. Something told me to open my mouth, and he grinned and spat into it. I closed my mouth and swallowed. ”Nature at its finest, boy” he said, “you aced the advanced course; now let’s give you a water break.” It was at that point that a single thought broke through the chemical haze that wrapped around my mind – “I am so fucking thirsty”. And there, sitting on the dresser next to the other playthings, like the Holy-fucking-Grail, were two bottles of water, with condensation running down the sides. It looked so good to me, and I was so focused on how much I wanted some ice-cold water, that I barely even grunted when Bud pulled me away from the wall and the dildo popped out of my ass. I’d never experienced the singular focus or the clarity of mind that Bud’s “pig feed” gave me. At that moment, I needed that water more than anything else I had ever needed. Bud noticed me staring longingly at the water bottles, and he gave an evil chuckle. “I don’t think so, faggot,” he said as he gripped me by the chin and forced my eyes to lock into his,” that water is a reward, and you haven’t quite yet earned it yet, pig.” I whined a little in the back of my throat, just like a dog. It wasn’t on purpose; it was just the natural sound that came out of me at that point. This made him give that evil chuckle again. I realized then through my chemical haze that the sound of that chuckle was making my ass muscles contract every time he did it, same as when he used words like “faggot”, “pig”, and “cunt”. Maybe it was the chems at work, but I was starting to think his theory about pigs and real men might be legitimate. Then Bud started speaking again, and all I could focus on was his rough voice and his grip on my chin and the deep, deep black of his pupils as they seemed to grow and fill his eyes. “Boy,” he said, firm grip still on my chin, “it’s time to teach you another essential function of a pig. I’ve been up all night flying high on T and slamming down beers, and I’ve got to piss something fierce. So, faggot, here is what is going to happen. I’m going to start pissing in a minute, and you can choose to open your mouth and serve as my urinal pig, as nature intended, or end up getting your bed sheets all piss stained. However, if piss gets on those sheets, boy, the least of your punishments will be to sleep on them for a month without washing them.” There was a small, still moral part of me that hated the way chemical pleasure rushed through me at the thought of this strong, viral man pissing into my mouth like I was garbage. That part of me caused me to try to pull away from Bud’s grip on my chin. Suddenly, the grip was on my throat and the voice very, very gently. “Listen, faggot,” he said gently, “I haven’t forced you to do anything you don’t want to do so far today, have I?” I slowly shook my head “no”. I had indeed made the choice every time to participate. “I’ve allowed you to decide to make the final move each step of the way, correct?” he asked more gently still, firm grip still on my throat. I nodded my head “yes”. “And pig,” he said, practically purring, “I haven’t done anything to hurt or damage you, have I?” I shook my head “no”. Suddenly one of his hands was in my hair, yanking my head back hard, while the hand on my neck clamped down like a vice until I started to see black on the edges of my vision. He leaned in to speak softly in my ear. “Faggot,” he said, “I haven’t done anything to hurt or damage you YET. Please don’t force me to start now.” If my cock hadn’t been flaccid from all the chemicals in my system, his words in my ear would have made me cum without even touching myself. That surge of pleasure at the whispered promise of violence and degradation at my step-father’s hands was the final straw that convinced me Bud was right – I was 100% pig, born to serve real men like him, and everything that he was doing with and to me that morning was not only what the pig inside me really wanted, but also what the pig inside me needed…what it craved. I opened my mouth wide, and prepared to take the piss of a real man and enjoy every drop of it. Bud gave that evil little chuckle of his, and released the iron grip on my hair. The death grip on my throat that was making my vision blur turned into a caress down my cheek, almost the action of a devoted lover. He ran his thumb along my lower lip, smiled and said, “Good boy”. Then he grabbed his rock hard dick and lined it up to my open mouth. I could see him relaxing the tension of his body, and then slowly it came, the golden stream of piss from his monster cock. At first, I let it run straight down my throat, but then I grew curious about the taste. The pressure was growing stronger now, but I was able to start to savor it a little before swallowing. I wanted the words of a wine connoisseur so that I could adequately describe the taste of piss created from a toxic mix of meth and beer in the urinary tract of a real man, but words fail me. All I can say was that the moment I tasted it, I had one of those epiphany moments where it clicks like “yes, this is something that has been missing in my life so far”. I knew then that Bud and any of his friends would never need a urinal to piss in as long as I was around – in fact, I would feel cheated if he spilled so much as a drop of fluid into a porcelain bowl from then on. Too soon, the strong stream of chem and beer piss came to an end, and I eagerly leaned forward to lick some stray drops from Bud’s slit. He looked at me with pride like I was a first-grader who had won the school spelling bee. “Boy,” he said with pride, “your first time drinking piss and not a drop spilled. Truly, this is nature at its finest.” He ran his thumb across my lower lip again. “I am going to have so much fun with you, faggot.” At that point, I was starting to feel warm in my belly and a flush came to my cheek. Bud noticed and smirked, “that was some strong man piss you just guzzled down, pig, and you are gonna be flying high again in a moment. Just in time, too, because it’s time for the main event, faggot. Here’s your water – drink up.” He grabbed one of the bottles of water off the dresser and tossed it to me. I was so thirsty I had the cap off and had chugged down half of it before I even noticed that it hadn’t been completely sealed, it had been opened at least once before. Coming soon, part 6...

Sorry pigs, circumstances kept me away...hope I can pick up the story to your satisfaction: “I think it’s time,” he said, “to graduate you to the big boy dildo, and to see how well you handle being filled up at both ends.” He unhooked the restraints on my wrists and ankles, and I let out a disappointed little moan, since I had quite enjoyed being in bondage. “I know, boy,” he said, “but you need to show me just how badly you want all of this, and in order to do that, you have to be an active participant. Now, faggot, get on all fours.” I scrambled to obey, and he chuckled. “Fucking faggot,” was all he said. Then he picked up the larger of the two dildos, and put some lube on it, and moved around to my hole. “Now, boy,” he said, “this is going to want to slip out, but you have to keep those ass muscles tight to make certain that doesn’t happen.” With that, he slid it in. I think that my eyes must have rolled back into my head at the feeling of such fullness. A little sigh of contentment passed through my lips, and Bud chuckled again. Once the dildo was in place, he smacked my ass, and said, “Remember, boy, it has to stay there.” Then, he moved around so that I was face to, well, monster cock. “Open wide, boy,” he said, “It’s time for the advanced course. I was so high and horny at that point that I think my jaw must have literally made a snapping sound when my mouth flung open. Bud's "pig feed" (meth for those who have forgotten) had me flying high, and I had my second dildo ever in my hole. I knew, like I knew how to breathe, that the thing missing was a man's cock in my mouth. Bud just stood there, cock arrow straight, pointing towards my mouth, which by now was watering like crazy. It took a minute for my brain to break through the chem haze and realize that, once more, the choice to move forward was being left to me. That truly obnoxious voice in the back of my head told me that it wasn't too late to stop yet, his cock hadn't entered my body - I could still say "no". I think the voice knew that the moment a real man's cock entered me, everything would change. But really, at this point, I wasn't going to say "no". I moved my mouth forward to swallow Bud's monster cock. The first few inches had barely entered my mouth when he stopped me. "Gently, faggot" he said, "you gotta work your way up to the whole thing or you'll choke." So I just focused on the first few inches of his cock. The taste was incredible - the only way I could describe it was sweaty bread, that yeasty damp taste from wearing briefs. I thought that I had never tasted anything so good in my life. When Bud's hand moved, I knew he thought I was ready to take more, so I moved to the half way point. At that point, I realized that I wasn't really doing much, just savoring the cock, so I started to tentatively suck. I could tell by the pleased noise that Bud made that I was doing well. Then, unfortunately, I lost concentration on my chem-fueled ass muscles, and the dildo in my hole started to slip out. Bud noticed my predicament, and solved it the simplest way possible...he walked forward, forcing me back so that my hole was against the wall...the dildo hit home again, secure in my hole, and I lurched forward on the rest of his cock. It turns out that Bud didn't need to worry - my throat and his cock were a perfect fit. I don't know if I wasn't born with a gag reflex, or maybe the tina/poppers combo was responsible, but it was hitting my voice box and I was in pig heaven. Bud fussed with something out of sight, then brought the mirror with fresh lines back into my field of vision. Since I was clearly occupied, he held the straw for me to slip my nose onto - only this time he didn't just give me two lines, he made me take all four (well, made me is a little harsh...I was clearly equating his "pig feed" with intense pleasure now, so I was going to take all that he would give me, however it came). Once the lines were up my nose and I was reeling, he brought the little brown bottle to my nose and reminded me to inhale until he told me to stop, first one nostril, then the other. I was completely out of it now, throat full of cock, ass full of dildo, head full of chemicals. That’s when Bud began to speak. “Boy”, he said, in a gentle tone similar to the one he used when he’d told me that it didn’t matter that I was gay, he’d love me all the same, “it’s time to acquaint yourself with some basic facts of life that I learned long ago. There are two types of human males in this world – real men, and pigs. Pigs look like men, talk like men, dress and act like men, but in truth they are inferior. They are governed by their lust for unnatural acts, and by their desire to submit to real men. A pig may think he’s a man, but deep down he knows every time his faggot cunt twitches that he is not a real man.” I was finding his voice hypnotic as it came out like a religious doctrine through my chemical haze. “Even when you were younger, boy, I could see your head snap up at the mention of the word “faggot”…when you first came out to me, I thought it was fear, but then as I watched you closer, I realized it was because that submissive pig in you was reacting to its proper title. I knew you needed to be released from the bondage of self-imposed morality that you suffered under to truly wallow in your subhuman urges, and I knew I was just the man to do it. Only your cunt of a mother stood in my way, and now she’s gone…and don’t think I didn’t notice that reaction to the word “cunt”, pig…you’ll be hearing a lot more of your proper titles from now on.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and gripped me under the chin. Something told me to open my mouth, and he grinned and spat into it. I closed my mouth and swallowed. “”Nature at its finest, boy” he said, “you aced the advanced course, now let’s give you a water break.” Coming soon (I PROMISE) part 5

"Now", he said, pulling my desk chair to the middle of the room, and sitting down in it, "Now comes the fun part. I want to see you fuck yourself with that dildo. Technically, you could still be considered a virgin by some, with just finger penetration. So, I want to see you take your own virginity...you and you alone. Show me how much you want cock." Even through my euphoric fog, I could feel the doubt rising. Yeah, the dildo was just outside my hole, but I was restrained. How the fuck did he expect me to fuck myself? I made a couple desperate noises in the back of my throat, but Bud just sat back and started stroking his cock. Desperately, I tried to slide down on the dildo, but there was nothing to stop it from just sliding away. Then, I had a brainstorm - folding my leg so that it was at the end of the dildo to keep it from moving (which required some contortion) I got the dildo back to my hole, just barely inside it. Then, I slid up the wall as far as I could go, getting a higher angle on the dildo, and suddenly it all came together. The dildo, stuck to my hole, finally got upright underneath it, and I slid down onto it. If I had been a sober virgin, or not been restrained, I probably wouldn't have, as a virgin, taken the whole thing in one go. As it was, the sound that came out of me as it hit home was definitely a squeal. Bud leaned back in his chair, this shit-eating grin on his face, and said, "Fuck yeah, faggot." I don’t know that I could put into words the feeling of being high as a fucking kite and slamming your virgin-ish ass straight onto a dildo. If you’ve never done it, you just can’t understand. For those of you who have done it, you’ll never forget the feeling. I’m not actually sure how much time passed with me just zoning into the feeling before Bud leaned forward and said, “Hey boy, that hole isn’t going to fuck itself”. This presented the next problem – how was I, restrained ankle to wrist on both sides, impaled on a dildo with no leverage, going to fuck myself? The chemicals in my system, and the chemicals just introduced into my system by the dildo, mixed together to provide a brainstorm. Beds, I thought, have mattresses and box springs. Box springs, I thought, have, well, springs. Springs, I concluded triumphantly, make you bounce. Much to Bud’s delight, I managed to slowly start to bounce myself up and down on the bed, which succeeded in making the dildo slide in and out just enough to give my hole the sensation of being fucked. Bud sat back and grinned, “Nature always finds a way, right boy?” I grunted in response, caught up in the intensity of the action. The interesting thing that hadn’t occurred to me at this point was that the entire time, ever since being woken up to my step-dad playing with my ass, I hadn’t spoken more than two words, sticking entirely to animalistic noises. There was no gag or any other impediment to speaking, I was just too caught up in everything to enunciate my feelings verbally. Something else that I hadn’t really focused on was the fact that despite my cock being out of commission (I seem to recall that happening to some people when they “partied”), I did get some blood rushing to it every time Bud called me “boy” or “faggot” in a derogatory tone. Of course, I guess if I overanalyzed everything, it would take quite a lot of the enjoyment out of it. I had my eyes closed, so caught up in the chemically induced sexual euphoria and making certain that the dildo bouncing in and out of my hole was hitting all the rights spots, that I didn’t notice that Bud had stopped his masturbating, gotten out of the chair, and come to stand over me again. Actually my first clue was when a hand was place on either one of my shoulders and he shoved me down on the dildo, hard. I don’t think I had ever felt such an intense moment of pain and pleasure so completely balanced, and if my cock had been in full working order, I would have shot the biggest load you’ve ever seen. As it was, the feeling just kept going and going, and I was definitely whimpering as Bud forced me to look into his eyes again. “You went from virgin to fucking whore in 60 seconds, didn’t you, boy? I’m impressed”, he said. More pressure on my shoulders led to louder whimpering. His cold blue eyes narrowed, “Now, you’ve been making entirely too much noise, boy. I think we need to keep your mouth occupied.” He stroked his monster cock a couple times, and I think I gurgled in the back of my throat. “First though,” he said, “I think you have outgrown this tiny toy, don’t you?” He pushed me so that my back was against the wall again, and my hole, filled with the dildo, was exposed. He took the end of the dildo in his hand, and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “This is probably going to fucking hurt, boy,” he said, “but something tells me that you’ll like it.” Then he jerked the dildo out of my hole in one swift, painful pull. All I had time for was a gasp before it felt like the air had been knocked out of me. It wasn’t even really the pain that I minded so much as the feeling of being empty, because I knew that I needed to be filled. But then there were Bud’s fingers, three of them this time, and since they tingled and burned where they passed, I knew that he was giving me more “pig feed” as he like to call it. I lost myself a little in the enjoyment of feeling his fingers slide further and further in. While his one hand was occupied he grabbed my chin again with the other and we looked into each other’s eyes. “You are just loving this, you faggot,” he said, “you haven’t even noticed that I’m keeping my hand still and you are the one shoving yourself further onto it.” Another moment, and he ordered, “Open your mouth.” It was pretty much impossible for me not to obey Bud’s orders at this point, so I did. He looked at me again, gauging me I think, and then calmly spat a huge gob of saliva into my mouth. “Swallow, boy” he sharply ordered, so I did. That made him grin. “Fucking faggot boy,” he grinned, “Nature at her finest.” Then he pulled his fingers out. “I think it’s time,” he said, “to graduate you to the big boy dildo, and to see how well you handle being filled up at both ends.” He unhooked the restraints on my wrists and ankles, and I let out a disappointed little moan, since I had quite enjoyed being in bondage. “I know, boy,” he said, “but you need to show me just how badly you want all of this, and in order to do that, you have to be an active participant. Now, faggot, get on all fours.” I scrambled to obey, and he chuckled. “Fucking faggot,” was all he said. Then he picked up the larger of the two dildos, and put some lube on it, and moved around to my hole. “Now, boy,” he said, “this is going to want to slip out, but you have to keep those ass muscles tight to make certain that doesn’t happen.” With that, he slid it in. I think that my eyes must have rolled back into my head at the feeling of such fullness. A little sigh of contentment passed through my lips, and Bud chuckled again. Once the dildo was in place, he smacked my ass, and said, “Remember, boy, it has to stay there.” Then, he moved around so that I was face to, well, monster cock. “Open wide, boy,” he said, “It’s time for the advanced course.” Coming soon, part 4.

Dr Mike – biohazard and healer - Part 3 – Does the venom take? And the Second Treatment Program (Hank returns, Joseph the married man, and Charles – the monster Horse Dick) For the next several days after my first treatment with Dr Mike, I was racked with guilt, shame, and fear. Fear most of all as I thought about what he said he had given me, and his last words kept repeating themselves over and over in my head like an awful obsession, “…remember this well – I will infect you over and over until your guts are as toxic as they can be. Your ass and mouth will take my disease and every toxic bug I can give you – be proud as I WILL make your ass a biohazard.” Yet, reliving my treatment in my mind I would find my dick getting hard and my hand stroking myself as I replayed the visit to Dr Mike’s office over and over in my head like a little movie. I even thought about it when Nathan fucked me the next time and shot my load when he started to cum and said he was breeding me. Just the words – the thought – I needed that now I guess. Every day I woke up wondering if I was going to be sick, and with every little ache or pain I started to imagine the worst. But, I did not get sick and part of me was concerned as I wanted to please Dr Mike and did not want to disappoint him. Between fantasizing about Dr Mike and my treatment, and worrying about getting sick, then worrying because I wasn’t, Nathan could tell something was up and kept bugging. “Come on, I know Dr Mike must have fucked you, right? He likes to fuck bottom so they say. Look, I know he at least sucks dick, he has sucked mine, so come on, tell me what happened? You just don’t go when the office is closed for nothing.” Nathan kept saying over and over. “I told you,” I said, “I must not be Dr Mike’s type if that shit goes on, or whatever. I don’t know, I just know all he did was talk to me about my check up results and there was some problem with my insurance, so I had to go in to get the paperwork redone that day or they would not pay my bill. That’s it man.” As I approached two weeks since my treatment, the thought of Dr Mike fucking me, taking Big Ben’s load, and just wanting more, overcame any fear I had and I knew I could not wait to see what Dr Mike had planned next for my treatment program. I got home from work on a Wednesday and there was a message from Dr Mike on my answering machine. “Hello, this is Dr Mike. I am calling to follow-up on your last office visit, so please give me a call at the number provided at your earliest opportunity.” My dick immediately got hard just hearing his voice and my ass began to ache. I grabbed a beer, got up the nerve to call him back, and as the phone hit ring number five I figured I had missed him. “Hello? Yes? Hello, hang on…. – yes, hello?” he said. “Hi Dr Mike, I got your message, and you asked me to call, so…” “Umm, yes, now who is this? Oh right, Nathan’s friend, one moment…….OK, good, I had to close the door, now let me grab my file….oh yes, right, (as he chuckled), I had expected to see you back in my office by now, so tell me, how are you feeling?” Dr Mike asked. “I’m fine I guess,” I said, “Same old same old.” “No changes? No symptoms? Headaches, body aches, breakouts in your mouth, ass, anything? NO? Damn – hmmm, now that is unfortunate,” Dr Mike said with disappointment clearly showing in his voice. “Will you be home for a bit? Plans this evening? No? Right. I will call you back shortly. Answer the phone within three rings, you understand,” and then Dr Mike hung up. I suddenly felt a pang of fear again, but also wanted him to fuck me again, so I waited. It was about 20 minutes before the phone rang, and when I answered, I heard Dr. Mike’s voice, “OK, so, I think we need to take your treatment program to the next level. I already asked you if you would take whatever treatment I provided, and so you will, with no questions. Right? Of course. I thought your body may be ready and willing to take my virus and more, but it may be you will be more difficult than I had planned. I like a challenge and do not often find one, so you will serve me well in this won’t you? I cannot hear you?” “Yes Dr, I will,” I said, as my heart was beating faster. “Now, let’s see, today is Wednesday, plan to be here Saturday at 3:00 PM. I think we will need a little discretion for this treatment, and do not make any plans for the rest of the evening. What were the rules I gave you?” Dr Mike asked. “Umm… to obey and service you, to agree to whatever treatment you say as you are the Dr and know best, and ummm…” I said as I suddenly felt tongue tied. Dr Mike cut me off, “and that you WILL NOT come here with cum in your ass unless I say – right? Make up whatever excuses you must, but you will not be fucked again after tonight until Saturday. Trust me, if all works as planned, Saturday you will take more toxic cum, venom, and poisoned fluids and will be filled. Is that what you want?” “Yes, please Dr, I want anything you give me, I promise I will do as you ask, just please please fuck me,” the desire showing in my voice. “Good. EXACTLY what I wanted to hear. Now however, back to the business at hand. Remember Hank? Of course you do, you sucked his nasty herpes dick in the bathroom. Well Hank had called me yesterday to let me know he was having a flare up. His sores on his dick are puffed up, leaking, some have scabs, but either way, he is highly infectious right now. As it appears his cum did nothing the first round, I have ordered Hank to stop by and pay you a visit.” Stop by? What was he talking about? Oh shit, no. “Hank will be at your apartment at 6:00 PM, now you will do what I say, Yes? Yes. I want you to lick Hank’s dick shaft all over, rub his dick head around the insides of your mouth, let him fuck your mouth and cum in it if he wants to. Poor Hank has not cum in days, so I expect you will be gagging on that load,” Dr Mike said as he gave an evil chuckle, “But there is more. Hank WILL kiss you and fuck you. You will do whatever Hank wants, but I have ordered him to make sure to cum in your ass as well. I want that Herpes covered and filled dick in every one of your holes as this time it WILL take. Now, Saturday, DO NOT be late.” With that, Dr Mike hung up and as I was left standing in the apartment with a raging hard dick, realizing I had about 10 minutes until Hank got there. Well Hank showed up less than two minutes later, so I buzzed him in. When Hank walked into the apartment he seemed thinner and more sickly looking then the time I saw him in the bathroom. Maybe it was just the brighter lights, I don’t know. His hair seemed longer, his scar on his face more pronounced, but there was no mistaking the bulge in his pants when he took his jacket off. I could not really tell his age, maybe mid-30s, but like a blood hound I was immediately focusing on his dick. “Whatcha you got to drink?” Hank asked in a heavy southern drawl. “Any smokes? Ah thanks, yeah those will do, prefer Marlboro, but hell, anythings better than nothing, you hear me? Now how about that drink? Yeah rums good, lots of rum, little bit of coke, was at the house getting ready to go out when the good Doc called, Think about that, what timing. Just talked with him yesterday, said he got a way to help me out here tonight. Doc always hooks me up. Whew, don’t I need to cum.” Hank barely took a breath as he spoke. “So really appreciate this man, Doc told me what I could do, you know him, rules this rules that – ha ha – but cool man, cool, whatever. So just between us you know, he has treated me too, fucking Docs a freak – ha ha – but good man – good. HMMM, damn good rum, that’s what’s killing me you know – the drink. Ain’t that AIDs shit, although that has fucked me up good too, just drink too damn much, and I say what the fuck. What THE FUCK! You know. OK, now let’s see what DOC said, oh yeah, make you suck me off. I like that, you suck really well, shot a huge wad in the bathroom. Yeah man I remember, shit, don’t forget good head like that,” Hank said as he dropped his pants while he stood in the middle of my living room with his rum in one hand and cigarette in the other. I knelt down and looked at his dick and gently touch it and moved it around. It was long and curved to the left like I remembered, but this time was really covered with bumps, and little open sores, some with scabs on them, up and down his shaft. Fuck that, no way I could suck it. I started to pull back, when Hank said, “Yeah man, and like the Doc says, do as he says, you know, or else? Now suck me.” So I started to lick his shaft, feeling the bumps and breakouts with my tongue, then when I felt like I could not take it, stuck as much in my throat as I could and started sucking. Hank began to moan, “Oh yeah boy, that’s good, just like that, fuck yeah – oh I need to cum, got a couple loads, always cum a lot you know? Ha ha yeah you do – got some more boy – got a big thick load.” I sucked Hank for a couple minutes, realizing some of the scabs that had been on his dick were now coming off into my mouth, but I just swallowed and kept on sucking. “Oh– yeah – here it comes, of yeah suck me suck me,” Hank said as he shot his first load. I swallowed as fast as I could and could not keep up. Not only was I gagging from the taste and the thought, but he shot more than anyone I ever met. That was amazing, so I focused on that, got hard, and just kept swallowing. “Good boy, yeah needed that,” Hank said. He sat in the easy chair, lit up another cigarette and asked for a another rum with a splash of coke. The guy chain smoked and within a short time had smoked three more cigarettes, but his dick was hard, so he stood up, got out of his clothes, finished up his last cigarette, and said, “Come on, I want to fuck now. You got a movie or something? Guys fucking? Yeah put it in. Yeah that’s good, like that, come on, bend over.” As I bent over in front of Hank he rammed a finger inside my ass and started digging and scraping. “Doc said you need to be bloodied up first you know? Now hang on, stay still, yeah, he said just spit, I like that, I like that a lot, now bend back over, come one now.” With that Hank started to push his dick in my ass. It hurt like hell as he dry fucked, and I was surprised when he did not last long at all. He came almost right away he said, and I was not sure as I felt nothing, but said OK, thanks, and Hank washed up and left. I went to the bathroom, dropped his load and ass juice in the toilet, brushed my teeth, used mouthwash, and took a shower. I could smell Hank on me and unlike the smell of Dr Mike, this smell disgusted me and I wanted it off. The smell of Hank lingered for the next few days and I kept telling myself there was no way I was going to go see Dr Mike, but I knew better. I had to make excuses to Nathan and told him was just busy with work and would catch him later. Come Saturday, I cleaned out and up, and was walking up to Dr Mike’s building by 2:40. I knew I was early, so sat at a bus stop for about 15 minutes, and then went into his office building. As during my last visit, the old building was quiet, but this time, almost all the lights were out and every office was closed. I had to sign in with a security guard who looked to be 25, and who was half asleep and he did not seem bother at all that someone was coming to see a doctor on a Saturday. How much did he know? I knocked on Dr Mike’s office door and he must have been waiting as the door opened right up. Dr Mike glanced at his watch, then to me, “2:58, EXCELLENT, right on time, come in.” As I stepped in I could smell him, and just being close to him I wanted him to touch me and my dick started to get hard. Damn! I followed Dr Mike back to his office, and he pointed to the floor, and I kneeled. “So far, your treatment has not taken. That is very disappointing, so I will adjust your regiment accordingly. Now, I am a little behind schedule – well at least what I hoped to be today – but none the less – first I have someone I want you to take care. His is not HIV + YET - I know I know, not my usual plan, and quite frankly while you may not understand you will later. For now, here is what you need to know. Joseph is married, in his 30s, lawyer, white, very handsome, very very conserative, nice dick and all of that. Well he found himself at the bookstore over on H Street one night after drinks after work, said he thought he was being sucked off by some guy through a gloryhole, but maybe he fucked him too, could not be sure. Well the result is poor Joseph now has warts on his dick [evil chuckle] and has come to me for help.” Dr Mike continued, “I told Joseph this is a simple thing and one I can easily fix for him, but more importantly, he should not feel ashamed and should not worry about never having sex again and to prove it, I will show him, that there are always mouths and nice asses ready and waiting. You ready?” I nodded yes and said, “Yes Sir,” Dr Mike smiled broadly and I knew I had pleased him. He motioned for me to follow, and he led me into the same exam room I was in before. “Kneel,” Dr Mike said, “Now Joseph is married as I said and still shy, so you will put this on. Have you worn a blindfold before? No? Well, hmmm…. This will be a start for you as with me, you will wear most of today while you are with me, understand? Yes, good. Now do not move. When he comes in, you work that cum out good.” My knees started hurting, but I stayed kneeling on the linoleum floor and soon heard the door open. I could hear someone breathing really heavily and the rustling of clothing, a zipper being unzipped, so I opened my mouth and waited. Soon I felt the flesh of a warm dick against my lips and I tilted my head to open further and suck it in. It was maybe eight inches, average thickness, but it did feel strange. It was all bumpy, so those must be the warts Dr Mike talked about. I licked the shaft, sucked the head, and put the whole dick in my mouth and sucked him hard. After a few minutes he tugged at my arm, so I stood up, felt for the table behind me, and bent over. I heard him quirt some lube, then he pushed against my ass, his dick popped in, and after a few minutes he shot his load, which was sort of watery and filmy, like mucus almost, and started running right out. Yuck. Anyways, he pulled out, I heard his zipper close, the door open and close, and I was alone again. I got back onto the floor, my legs were really cramping up, but I stayed kneeling and waited for Dr Mike. I then heard the door open again, and soon felt the heavy weight of a much bigger dick against my mouth. I opened as wide as I could – but nothing. I waited and waited – nothing. I was not sure what to do. “Stand up,” Dr Mike said. So I did, and he took my arm and pulled me forward as I still had the blindfold on. We went down the hall and around a corner into another room. As Dr Mike led me, the floor changed from linoleum to tile as it was much colder, and Dr Mike said, “Get your clothes off. Don’t worry about folding them, just drop them and kneel when you are done.” So I stripped, dropped by clothes, and heard Dr Mike pick them up and move them away. He then said, “Kneel.” So I did and I felt the weight of his dick against my mouth again. I opened my mouth and waited. “Have you ever tasted the warm nectar of a man’s piss? Hm? No? Well that is part of your treatment today. You will learn to accept all fluids offered, spit, cum, piss, and more, so now open your mouth wider. I then heard the sound of liquid streaming into a plastic cup, ringing loudly and echoing as it hit the plastic sides. “Now,” Dr Mike said, “I want you to take a sip from this cup, just a small one, hold it in your mouth and don’t swallow. This is my piss, but warm nectar for you. While many say piss is a sterile liquid, I believe there is transmission that occurs under the right conditions. Be that as it may, your job is to serve me as I wish, and want you to taste all of me, take all of me, feel all of me, be infected by me. Now drink more.” His piss was so warm, and tasted worse than Hank’s herpes riddled dick and cum, but I swallowed it all as he poured it into my mouth. “Get up,” Dr Hank said when the cup was empty, so I stood up, wiped my mouth off, and Dr Mike slapped my hand away from my face. “Did I tell you to do that? No. I did not. Remember, you do as I say, only as I say, now come,” as he led me out of the room. “Now take the blindfold off,” Dr Mike said and I saw we were back in his office. “Kneel, we have only just begun for today’s treatment. Do you want me to tell you what I have planned? Yes? No, I think I will wait. But what do want? What do you want,” Dr Mike asked again with a stern look on his face and his eyes bored into mine. “Please, I wanted to obey and serve you, please fuck me, I want your toxic cum, I want you venom juice, I want your AIDs!” I said, then realizing what I had just asked for. Dr Mike smile broadly, “Yes boy, you will get all of that and more. Like I said, most patients do not get past the first treatment, but you have. I am proud of your progress so far. Hank told me you served him as I required, that is good. Very good. Now let me look at your mouth. Yes, yes excellent! I see some sores forming on your gums, excellentt! I do believe Hank did his job and your mouth is now a herpes hole, which maybe just provided a nice gift for Joseph, here, suck me good with that dirty mouth.” With that, Dr Mike shoved his cock into my mouth and worked it around, scraping my cheeks, throat, and tongue for his pleasure. After a while he pulled out, “Ok,” he said, “Now get up, Hank fucked you too, yes? Bend over, let me see. Hmm, nothing obvious, but we shall see. Hard to tell now after Joseph fucked you, so maybe Hank’s dick infected your ass too – or not – no matter.” Dr Mike walked behind his desk and opened a drawer, pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and some glasses. “Before we continue, you need to relax a little. While you know you can fight and resist and it will do you no good, - and I hope you try – this will just help a little. Now do you like Jack? Never had it? Just beer? I could give you a pill or something, but don’t want you numb, just a little relaxed. Well, doctor’s order is to do some shots. Feel the heat. You will like it.” With that Dr Mike gave me a shot of Jack, told me to drink it with him, and I did. God damn! That was nasty. I only drank beer and immediately my head swirled and gut burned. YUCK! Dr Mike smiled. “Do another,” he said, then “And here, one more, I know, makes you gag a little, now, put the blindfold back on. I told you during your last treatment that sometimes I gave you choices. Do you want a choice now?” I said, “No Sir, no Doctor, I don’t want a choice, I want whatever you want, please, please.” I could hear the smile in his voice, “EXCELLENT! So here is the plan. I am going to fuck you and you will take it, but I will not cum in you now that is later. For now, you need to practice, practice your breathing, relaxing your hole, and taking dick. Do you want to know why? Yes, well that is NONE OF YOUR concern. You will just do as I say, how I say it. Now, come with me.” Dr Mike grabbed me by the arm and pulled me after him as we left his office. He went back to the room we were in before, I was pushed back to a kneeling position and Dr Mike said, “Now open your mouth, and drink my piss.” With that I felt him place the head of his dick on my lips and his hot piss began pouring into my mouth. I gulped, choked, and tried to swallow it all but there was no way as it ran onto my face, down my neck and chest. He then stopped, “Get up, now, we are going to make sure you are good and clean, you understand? No, no you don’t, but you will.” Dr Mike guided me forward several feet as the piss dripped off me and flooded my taste buds. I was then pushed forward onto my stomach across a padded bench. “Back up a little, let your toes touch the floor, good, now spread your legs a little. Yes, perfect, your hole is right where it should be. This room used to be used for physical therapy sessions by a previous tenant so some of the equipment they left behind has come in quite useful with a few minor adjustments. Give me your leg, I am going to put your ankle in a cuff. This will keep you in place as I don’t want you moving, now your arms – good.” I was now tied, face down, blindfolded, on the padded bench with the arms and legs secure as I waited for what Dr Mike had in mind. I soon found out as he leaned down by my left ear and said, “I have plenty more piss where that came from and I am going to clean you out. Just relax and breathe. I am going to fuck you and open you up, but more importantly, piss in you – you ever had that done? No? Well I want to you hold it until I tell you, then release it. Just let it out. I need you clean for the next part of your treatment.” With that Dr Mike got behind me and I felt his dick press into my hole. With no spit or lube, he pushed his dick into my hold and I cried out a little. I then felt him begin to piss in me. It was this hot pressure, building in my guts, going deeper and deeper as Dr Mike moaned and sighed with release. Dr Mike then started to fuck me, using his piss as lube, working it deeper up my guts. The pressure was so intense and I was starting to cramp, but Dr Mike kept fucking and I had no way to push him off or pull away. After a while, Dr Mike pulled out in one stroke and I felt his hot piss run down my as and legs and onto the bench before my hole clamped shut and cut it off. He then stood in front of me, opened my mouth with his fingers and stuck his piss covered dick down my throat and fucked it for a little while. “Damn,” Dr Mike said, “That feels good. You are becoming a good little diseased hole for me. I like that very much as you can tell by my dick. Now, I am going to guide you to my private bathroom in my office. When I close the door you may then remove the blindfold, let the piss and ass mess out, and when you are sure you are clean, knock on the door twice. I will get you when I am ready and DO NOT come out until I get you.” After using the bathroom as directed I could not believe how much piss had been up inside me. Just when I thought I was done, more came out, so it took several minutes for me to feel like I was clean, so I knocked on the door. Nothing. So I waited, and waited. It was about 10 minutes and I was getting nervous, what had happened? Did he forget about me? Dr Mike then knocked, “Put your blindfold back on and get ready.” So I did as he said, the door opened, and I felt Dr Mike grab my arm, lead me out. We stopped and he placed a glass in my hand, “Down this Jack, all of it, it’s a big shot and you better keep it down,” Dr Mike said. He took me back and tied be back down on the bench face down. He then left the room and a few minutes later I heard him come back in with someone else. I felt a large hand grab my left ass cheek and squeeze really hard, but it was not right, the hand was covered with a glove. The hand then ran up my back, to my head and lingered over my face – leather – it was a leather glove, back down to my ass and cheek again. I was not sure, but the hand seemed too big for Dr Mike. Dr Mike’s voice was then by my left ear and I felt his fingers working their way into my hole as he began to claw at my insides as deep as his fingers would go. I then felt another set of fingers begin working in beside his clawing at my insides too – these fingers were bigger, fatter, and the nails much longer. I cried out as they dug at me as Dr Mike said, “Now, remember, you will obey and submit, and frankly you have no choice. As you have proved resistant to previous treatment, I have decided your next treatment needs to be more, shall we say, extreme. My friend Charles here has a true horse dick. I am big, but even I am in awe of Charles’ piece of meet which is over 11 inches and VERY thick. Even better, Charles is a brutal nasty fucker who likes to walk around with a constant case of gonorrhea, and thanks to Charles, he and I are both sharing that little gift right now. You didn’t know that did you? You have been taking my gonorrhea filled dick and juice all afternoon. As I worked my dick in your mouth, I was pushing the gonorrhea into the sores from Hank’s herpes (evil chuckle) as I told you, I will infect you with everything I can. Charles never treats it as he is a truly evil fucker and enjoys nothing better then infecting the innocent – who care if his fertility is shit – the only pussy he fucks is man pussy and fuck is too kind a word- Charles rapes it, so you best prepare.” Dr Mike continued, “Charles has helped me ensure a number of asses received the venom they deserved. He is also HIV + of course, with a high viral load and not just HIV, Charles has full blown AIDs. He is a true AIDs fucker. You know I will only give you the nastiest and the best, and Charles is in a class of his own.” As Dr Mike’s nails continued to scrape my insides he said, “So now, I am going to leave you for Charles to enjoy. You will be hurt, you will bleed, and your ass will be torn from end to end as he cums in you and unloads his toxic cum. The blood is important and necessary as we need to ensure you have the ultimate chance for exposure. So this cannot be done lightly, but right. You WILL do this for me, and if you serve him well, I will give you my cum too. Do you want my cum boy? I can’t hear you? Yes? That’s it, beg for it. Well, do I as said, please Charles, and I will breed you too. I will make you as I see fit.” Dr Mike pulled his fingers out of my ass, and I heard the door close as he left the room. The other fingers in my ass kept working and digging and I felt fingers from Charles’ other hand join them. I was moaning and bucking my hips, trying to avoid the pain, but he was incessant. After a few minutes he pulled he fingers out, and I felt him brush against my right arm as he walked towards my head. He had on leather pants too from the feel, and as he stood in front of me, the smell of leather, sweat, and piss was overwhelming. Charles grabbed by head between his hands and said, “Oh sweet little boy, Doc has set me up good this time. Are you scared boy? You should be. Doc has told me you have never been rape fucked, well that is going to change today, you will never forget this I can assure you. I am a true Master and I could give a shit about you, what you want, feel, or need. Today is all about me, and I fuck to hurt, breed, and do what the Doc wants, which is to make sure your ass has no choice but to take our AIDs cum.” “Beg me boy, beg me not to rape you, beg your Master not to give you my nasty cum” Charles said. So I did. I begged, and pleaded, and begged some more. As I was begging again I felt Charles’s dick push against my mouth and I opened as wide as I could. I could barely get the head in my mouth not only because of his size, but he had a Prince Albert, or PA in his dick. I had seen one, but never sucked a guy who had one. I started licking the ring, which was covered in slime and crust, I figured from his gonorrhea. I licked at his piss slit, sucking in what fluid and slime was dripping out, which was a steady stream and I was not sure if it was precum, or gonorrhea, or both. I managed to get the ring, the head and some of the shaft in my mouth, and used my tongue to ‘suck’ him best I could. Charles then pulled his dick out of my mouth and stuck a couple gloved fingers in my mouth and worked them around. He gouged at my gums, tongue, and roof of my mouth and I could taste some blood. He stuck his dick back at my mouth and licked his slit some more, tasting the infected slime, and working it around my mouth with my tongue. He then pulled his dick away, and knelt in front of me. “Open your mouth,” Charles said. He then spit in my open mouth a couple times. “Swallow,” so I did. Then I felt something else pressing against my mouth and opening it. I tried pushing it away with my tongue, but Charles’ hands pushed it in and I felt him securing it behind my head as he tightened the strap. I would learn later this was a ball gag, and while I could breath, I could make little more than grunts and whines with it in my mouth. Charles knelt back down in front of me, spit on my face, then slapped me hard with his gloved hand, “You got me nice and worked up boy. Good little mouth on you and I see that ass jiggling. Don’t worry, you can try to scream all you want and it will not do any good. You are mine now, and doctor’s orders must be followed.” Charles spit a couple more times, and slapped me even harder, with his leather gloved hangs stinging my face. I then felt him move around my left to my back and his gloved hands spread my cheeks and his gloved finger dug at my hole. I was pretty wet from Dr Mike’s piss, but Charles bent down, spread my hole open and dug in with his tongue, tasting the remnants of Dr Mike’s piss leaking out my ass. He began to moan and talk dirty, “Oh boy, yeah, nice hole, see Doc opened it up a little for me, oh yeah, you ready boy. I think you need to be taught a lesson. Stop your bucking boy. Won’t do you no good you understand,” Charles said as he started slapping my ass with his right hand. “You need to be taught to serve a true Master, and that is me. Oh yeah boy, I am going to give you a lesson you will not forget.” I felt the cool of the steel PA press against my hole and the big head try to open me up. Charles spit on his dick, and the head slid in a little more. “You better breathe deep boy, once I start I don’t stop.” As I took a deep breath Charles pushed his dick through and my muffled screams were lost with the ball gag in my mouth. I tried to twist and buck my body, but with my arms and legs tied down to the sides of the bench I had no leverage at all. Tears streamed down my face and I began to literally cry as the hot searing pain rolled through my body, radiating out from ass. Charles was true to his word and did not stop and brutally pushed his dick in as far as he could, pulled it back out, pushed it back in over and over. Other times when I had been fucked and it had hurt, the pain changed, and became ecstasy, not this time. The pain was supreme and continued unabated as Charles kept fucking my ass and I think I might have even passed out a little once or twice. I knew my ass was bleeding as I could feel the warmness run out of my hole and catch between my body and the bench, but more strongly, I could feel Charles, his cock splitting me open, his PA gouging my guts, his leather gloved hands on my ass, pressing me down as he fucked me. Suddenly Charles stopped, slid his dick out of my ass, which hurt almost as much as him going in. He then unbuckled the straps and cuffs holding my legs down, and then my arms. I could only lay there as I was in shock, and Charles said, “Get on your back, Doc told me to keep you tied down, but I want to fuck you deeper than you have ever been fucked, I am gong to rape your guts boy like only a true leather Master can, so now roll over.” I didn’t move, so Charles manhandled me onto my back, my arms flopped to the side, he pulled me down the bench, grabbed a leg in each hand, pushed them back, and shoved his dick back in my hole. I thought Charles had fucked me hard before, but now he showed no mercy. Every thrust went so deep and hurt so bad, I was literally sobbing. I’m not sure if Charles was saying anything as in my head I could only heard my sobs. Charles began pulling all the way out and slamming back in and the pain now was still white hot, and like it was all I knew. Charles let go of my legs which stayed up and to the side with the pressure from his body, he leaned forward, placed his gloved hands around my throat and said, “I am getting close boy, and when I get close, I fuck to hurt, yeah boy, I am going to tear you up – fuck – yeah boy – feel your Master – feel my cock …..” With that, Charles’ gloved hands closed tight around my throat and I saw stars behind the blindfold, and then nothing. He had choked me out. I did not realize that then of course, not until I felt spit hitting my face and his gloved hands slapping me, “Come on now boy, yeah that’s it, took a little nap there didn’t you. Come on boy.” I felt Charles help me sit up on the bench. My ass was warm, wet and sticky and the pain was barely tolerable. My throat hurt and ears rang, and I had spit all over my face. Charles pulled the blindfold off me, “You OK boy, yeah you’re alright. Let me tell you, you have a nice piece of ass there and too bad you were not here when I shot my load – ha ha, but I cummed in you good for sure. Good for you that Doc opened you up before I got here. I would have really done some damage if he hadn’t, but even then, I tore you up real good. You will be sore for a while, that’s for sure – ha ha – now finish up the job and clean my dick off.” I sort of stumbled, fell to my knees, as Charles put his dick in front of my face. As my eyes continued to adjust I looked up at him. Charles appeared to be late 30s, early 40s, white, curly brown hair, big mustache, hairy chest (he had on a leather vest), leather pants with no crotch, and big black boots. His dick was tremendous, long, fat, and was covered in blood, juice, and slime. I leaned forward with my tongue and began to lick the tip and the ring and then worked my way up one side of the shaft then the other. Charles stepped back a step, “Thank you boy, I WILL see you again,” he spit in my face/eyes, slapped me once more, put the blindfold back on me then left the room. I slumped against the bench and tried to steady my breathing. The door opened and closed, “Get up,” Dr Mike said. I steadied myself, stood up, Dr Mike pushed me onto my back on the bench. “Lift your legs”, so I did. I felt Dr Mike probing at my hole, “DAMN, that horse dick ripped your ass up. Good, very good. The blood means there was lots of opportunity for the gonorrhea and his AIDs to take hold. Now hold still.” I heard a whirring sound and Dr Mike said, “I just took a Polaroid picture of your hole for the file. We will compare this to future treatment visits as I may decide that Charles needs to come back and this time, don’t hold back. Yes, he did hold back on you this time. You are not ready for all that Charles can dish out. Now, back to the business at hand.” Dr Mike then slammed his dick up my ass. After Charles, my ass was still throbbing and the pain was still intense, so Dr Mike’s dick slamming in was not so bad at all. “Tell me what you want now, tell me, you want my toxic cum? You liked Charles’ infected dick? You want my dick? My cum? Beg me, BEG ME, BEG ME…FOR…MY…VENOM!!!! OH FUCK!!!!” Dr Mike finished his orgasm, yanked his cock out, walked up by my head, turned my head to the right and stuck his bloody dick in my mouth for me to lick clean. When I was done, he had me bend over the bench as he took some wet towels and peroxide and cleaned off my ass cheeks, legs, and lower back. “You will be fine. The bleeding was nothing permanent, but I will give you cash for a cab as your ass will leak and spot for a couple days I expect. Tonight, when you get home, DO NOT shower. Do not do a bowel movement even if it feels like you have to. You don’t really, it’s just your intestines trying to readjust after the brutal fuck they just took. Understand? Good. Now I want you to call me on my private line every couple of days and let me know what is going on. OK? Good. Now get dressed.” I got dressed and followed Dr Mike back into his office. Every step hurt and I still felt dazed. “Let me look at you,” Dr Mike said, “I see Charles has left some bruises on your neck, did he choke you? Hmm, yes, well those are going to show, but not too bad. Charles knows what he is doing so those will go away quickly. I am very proud of you. You did an excellent job today and while I know the treatment with Charles may have been more than you were used to, it was necessary. We must make sure everything takes, and I will do whatever is necessary to ensure you become toxic. You will continue to obey and serve as your ass is mine. Now, go home, do as I said, and remember, my venom is burning in your veins, I am part of you now, and always will be.” Stay tuned for Part 4 – The Venom Takes and the Death Fuck

Dr Mike – biohazard and healer - Part 2 – My First Treatment from Dr Mike and Big Ben As I left Dr Mike’s office after my first appointment, his words kept ringing in my ears, “My cum is more toxic than you can imagine,” and I could not wait to let him take care of me. I took the Metro to Nathan’s apartment and he had just gotten off work and was waiting for me. He wanted to hear how my visit went, and when I told him what Dr. Mike said his dick got instantly hard, he pulled my pants down and spit fucked rough saying, “Yeah, make you nice and raw, get your ready for Dr Mike, he has got some fucked up toxic cum, now take mine, take mine.” That was how we spent the weekend, Nathan spit fucking or dry fucking me as rough as he could so my ass was nice and sore and full of his load so that come Monday, whatever Dr Mike gave me would take all the better. While I always enjoyed Nathan’s fuck and the thought of his dirty seed breeding me, I could not get my mind off Dr Mike. I woke up early Monday morning and when I showered, cleaned out too. Usually never a problem, but I wanted to be extra sure with Dr Mike. Nathan swung past by place on his way to his office just to give me some of his cum to, as he said, “Get you started right today.” He dry fucked me and made my asshole even more raw, red and tender, - the sadistic evil fucker. I got to Dr Mike’s about 10:00 a.m., and still had Nathan’s load in my ass. I was nervous as hell and part of me wanted to just go back home, but the poz cum craving pig in me kept going. So with a fresh bottle of poppers in my pocket, I knocked on the door to Dr. Mike’s office and waited. The floor his office was on seemed completely empty, and as I stood there I was starting to worry that Dr Mike had lied to me or I had the wrong day, or I don’t know what. I knocked again and was just thinking about leaving when I heard the locks turn. I let out a big sigh as Dr Mike opened the door and let me in. He was dressed casually in jeans and a polo shirt, gave me a big smile, shook my hand and said, “See you made it. Come on in, come on”, as he locked the door. He headed down the hallway in his office, past the exam rooms, to the far end into his personal office. Dr Mike’s office was like the rest of the building, old, a bit run down, nothing fancy. His desk was piled high with papers, books, and there were a couple chairs and a leather couch. “So, how are you feeling today?” Dr Mike asked me. “Umm, OK, fine, thanks.” I said. He replied, “You seem a bit nervous, are you? That’s OK, but no need to be nervous, I WILL take care of you just like I promised. Here, sit down in the chair, make yourself comfortable.” I nervously sat down, watched as he went behind his desk, he grabbed a file, came back around and sat down in the chair next to me. “OK, right,” he said as he smiled, “Yes, Nathan’s friend. So how is Nathan? He still fucking you?” I blushed, which he took as a yes and chuckled a little, “I see, well look, we are after hours so to speak and I tend to leave the office jargon behind, but I can say ‘intercourse’ if you prefer?” I said, “No, sorry, just umm a little shy I guess.” Dr Mike smiled, “No worries, like I told you, no need to be shy around me about anything and like I said, I want you to be honest with me and I will be totally honest with you. Now, get undressed. Yes, you heard me, get undressed and set your clothes on the floor by the end of the couch and then kneel on the floor here in front of me.” I stood up and did as Dr Mike asked. I piled my clothes on the floor then kneeled in front of him and looked up as he continued speaking. “Now, let’s see, right, as I said I think you have a very mild strain of HIV and do you remember what else I told you? Hmmm? I told you I was not going to jerk off all weekend and that I liked to unload in assess like yours that start out with mild strains. You know why?” I shook my head no, as Dr Mike said, “Because I like to hear you beg for my toxic cum and I will give it you if you want it, but you have to want. Do you want it? I can’t hear you, do you want it?” “Yes, I think so, yes,” I mumbled. “That’s OK for now you will want it later, but right now, before we go any further, we need to come to an agreement on something. You know what is?” Dr Mike asked. He continued, “We are going to agree that I promise to take care of you and you promise that you will accept and take whatever treatment program I prescribe without question, is that understood?” “Yes, I think so, yes,” I mumbled again and looked to the floor. Dr. Mike reached down, lifted my chin so my eyes met his, “You did a good job taking your first treatment by sucking old Hank’s herpes filled dicked and I know that cum tastes nasty – that means it was full of bug and venom – but we will wait to make sure it took before I mark that off your chart. Don’t you worry, this is my personal chart for you and yes, I have a nice list here in your chart of the treatments you will take and I will probably even add a few as we go along if you do what I say and please me well. Most guys don’t make it past our first treatment together as I expect obedience, and service, and no questions asked. I am the doctor, you are the patient, and I know best, understand?” “Yes….Sir…I understand,” I said. I then shifted a little on my knees as Dr Mike stood up, set the file in the chair and said, “Undress me.” I wanted to go right for his dick, but figured I better be patient, so I stood up, lifted his shirt off over his head, folded it and set it on the other chair. I then unfastened his belt, and his pants and as they dropped to the floor Dr Mike sat back down. I could see his huge bulge in his white Jockeys, but focused on the business at hand and next untied his shoes and slipped his pants off, then his socks, and then folded them and put them on the chair as well. “Kneel,” Dr Mike said in a firm voice, so I got back on my knees, Dr Mike stood up with his crotch just inches from my face. “Now lick it,” he said. Lick what? He still had his underwear on, so I started licking his bulge through the underwear, making little spit stains as I did. My mouth was feeling dry and full of cotton and I pulled back a little, but then Dr Mike pushed my head back to his crotch, so I kept licking. After a while the outline of his dick showed clearly as my spit had made a nice wet trail around the edges. “Stand up and bend over,” Dr Mike said. So I got up, bent forward with my ass towards Dr Mike who had sat back down in the chair. I sensed him lean forward as he gently parted my ass cheeks. He then pressed his nose into my ass and took a big whiff, inhaling the smell of my sweat and more. “Did you get fucked?” he asked, his voice stern. Damn, please don’t let him stop. I started to mumble something but Dr Mike kept on, “Nathan’s cum? That bastard, I will teach him to fuck with what is mine later, but for today’s purposes, this will be considered part of my treatment program. Now let me see your hole – bend over further – come on – ahhh, yes, as I suspected, looks like has been fucking you dry – is that right? Has he been rough fucking you dry? Hmmmm, yes, your hole looks nice and ripe for exposure.” With that Dr Mike started to lick my asshole and I started to moan, my dick bobbed up and down, and the precum started flowing from the head. Fuck that felt good. I started to jerk myself off and pushing my ass back to meet his tongue, which was digging in and licking out Nathan’s cum. “Come with me,” Dr Mike said as he stood up and left the office. I ruffled through my pants, grabbed the poppers, and followed him into the first exam room and he said, “Kneel.” So I knelt on the cold, dirty white linoleum floor and watched as he adjusted the padded exam table and made it lower, and rolled a small tray table to the side. “Now, I want you to see what you will be taking this morning. This treatment will hurt, but it is for your own good,” Dr Mike said as he then pulled down his Jockeys down that were straining to keep his dick in. My eyes bulged like his shorts when his dick plopped out. I could not tell exactly how long it was for sure (always use the spread of my hand – end of pinky to end of thumb which is 9 inches to gauge) but just from looking, seemed a good deal longer than 9. It was fairly thick, but what surprised me more was how hard it looked. Every vein was straining and clearly popping up and down his shaft. He was uncut and the foreskin almost looked like a lion’s mane as it bunched up around the back of his dick head. “So,” Dr Mike said very sternly, ““I will give you my biohazard and toxic cum if you want it, but you have to want. Do you want it? Or, you may leave now if you wish to, but if you do, I will never treat you – ever, so this is your last chance. You may leave, or if you stay, and accept to be treated as I order to be you will do exactly as I say. You will take exactly what I give, how I give it, and when and where. No questions asked and there will be rules. If you follow them I will reward you with special gifts that only I can give you as I enjoy nothing better than a boy who submits and lets me treat them as I wish.” Dr Mike did not say anything more and I kneeled on the floor and tried to process what he just said my heart raced, my dick continued to stream precum, and my ass was hungrier then ever. “Please sir, I beg you, please give me your toxic cum. I want it, I do, I really do. I want anything you got, anything and will do whatever you say, I promise, please. I want your gifts, every one, I want them all,” little did I know what I was really asking for. Dr Mike smiled, “Good, now remember what I said and what you just said, the pact is made. Now sometimes I will give you a choice and today would have asked you if you wanted me to take it slow and easy with you, use lots of lube, take my time, or, do you want me to fuck you like I want to ensure my toxic cum rakes your guts and burns through your insides? But, you did not know this of course, but you did break a rule, I only fuck ass with cum in it when I say so, and today I did not say so. So you have no choice, now get on the exam table.” I started to say something as I was getting up but he turned, glared at me and said, “NO QUESTIONS.” The exam table was easy to hop onto – just about waist high – and before I laid on my back I started to open the bottle of poppers to take a hit. Dr Mike snatched them from my hand, “NO, you will only take what I give you, how I give it. Period. You will NOT do poppers. I do not like the smell, so if you must have them then leave now.” I didn’t move, so he said, “Good, now lay back, scoot down, come on further, make your ass hang over the edge a little like you did during your first visit, but further. Right, that’s it, now take a deep breath.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Dr Mike had my ankles in his hands and was pushing my legs back and out so that my hole was exposed. I could feel his dick head bobbing around my ass hole and started to get nervous, not sure I could take it. Dr Mike then let go of one leg, “Hold your leg back, that’s it,” as he spit into his other hand and worked a finger into my ass. I bucked my hips a little and moaned. He pulled it out, spit again, and stuck two in, and was working them around, stretching my ass ring. “Now, I am going to let go of your other leg and I want you to sit forward and brace yourself with your arms behind you. It may feel like you will slide off the table, but you won’t, I got you,” Dr Mike said as his fingers still stretched my ass. I did as he said and leaned into a somewhat sitting position with my hole hanging over the edge of the exam table and legs lifted up and out with Dr Mike’s body helping hold me up. Dr Mike then pulled his fingers out, spit on them again and this time shoved three of them in. “This spit is not going to help you much, but that will not stop me you understand? Once I start I WILL NOT stop until I have gifted you with my venom. Now, I want you to wrap your arms around my neck and hang on. This is going to hurt,” and with that Dr Mike dug his fingernails into the inside of my ass walls as he moved his fingers in and out. I flinched and tried to pull away as his fingers clawed my insides, and started to beg him, please, no. Dr Mike leaned into my ear, “I told you this would hurt, but that is only the beginning, beg all you want but I will not stop now, because now you are ready, now you are ready to experience more pain as I bring death and destruction to your ass. Your ass will burn with my acid load, you WILL TAKE MY TOXIC CUM BOY!!!” With that Dr Mike slammed his dick into my hole and I cried out and hung onto him tighter. He did not get far and pushed again, and again. It just wouldn’t go, so he yanked it out, spit a few times on his hand, rubbed it on his dick head, and slammed it in again. This time my ass could not hold back and he entered me. The pain was white hot as the damage he had done with his fingers tore even more as his dick ripped into me. Dr Mike had his hands behind me, sort of gripping my ass, pulling me into him, yet keeping me on the edge of the table as his hips thrust his dick up into my hole. I had hardly ever been fucked without poppers and could not believe how much it hurt! “What do you want boy? What do you need? Huh? What do you want?” Dr Mike said as he breathing was getting heavier. “Please doctor, please, I want your toxic cum, I want to be a biohazard boy for you, please make me, please convert me, I want it all!” I said. “You want it all? Whatever I give you boy? You want it all? Oh I will convert you alright and you will get more then you every bargained for – now here – you go – fucking – take my HIV – take my cum of death– you will take it – take it – oh fuck fuck – shit FUCK – YOU’RE DEAD!!!! Dr Mike squeezed me close, shook, trembled, and unloaded into my ass. He was right, his cum felt like acid and my insides burned. What had he just said? Take his what? Oh fuck it, I just wanted him. We stayed like that for a few minutes as his breathing returned to normal. When he finally slid his dick out of me drops of red tinged cum and ass juice dropped onto the white linoleum floor. Dr Mike looked at his red covered dick and the floor, chuckled and said, “You are no longer a virgin, welcome to the club boy.” He grabbed a paper towel out of the dispenser, wiped his dick off, tossed it in the red biohazard container, and when I stood up (wincing with pain as I did) and went to grab a towel, Dr Mike grabbed my hand, “No, I did not tell you to clean up. You are not done yet.” Not done? So I followed him back to his office with blood and ass juice and cum running and dripping down my ass and thighs. Dr Mike was drinking from a can of soda on his desk, set the can down, then came and sat in the chair. His dick was still fairly hard and mine was hurting it was so hard. Dr Mike sighed as he sat down, “Kneel here. Good. Now look at me. This is serious. You should be proud, you took that well, and I fucking loved it, and I will continue treating you, right? Right. You should also be proud as you now have some of the most toxic cum on the east coast working its way inside you right now. You know why I dug you out before I fucked? Why I fucked you as dry as I could – and trust me – next time there will be NO – spit – it was so my biohazard cum could really get up in there. I want it eating your guts and then the rest of your insides. You know those guys you saw when you came here last week – I MADE THEM – they are my creation, every sick fucker out there was mine and you will be too.” I did not know what to say, so just stayed kneeling and listened as he went on, “You are mine too and at your next check up we will see if my toxic cum is doing its work, but don’t worry, I’ll give you more again when your treatment regimen requires it.” Just then the phone rang, Dr Mike got up, went behind his desk and answered it, then sat back down. “So, while sometimes each treatment consists of only 1 prescription, for you, as your HIV is so mild, we need to be aggressive in your regimen. My HIV is type 1, like yours, and while mine is venomous in its own right, no matter how hard I have tried I have not been able to get mine to cross over with type 2. So, that requires an outside treatment source, that while rare, I of course have access to, and trust, it is rare indeed. Now wait here a minute,” Dr Mike said as he walked out of the office. I figured he had to use the bathroom and felt like I had to myself, but I stayed kneeling. A couple minutes later he came back in the room and had someone with him, a black guy, younger than me, who was real short, about 5”7, and maybe 140/150. Dr Mike said, “That call a minute ago was Ben telling he was at the Metro station and asked if I was ready for him. No no don’t worry, you don’t need to rush, you see I asked Ben to come today for you. Yes, for you. You see, I provide a comprehensive treatment program and when I cannot fulfill the prescription exactly as I want I call in another source, which may be every time, or never, depending – anyways, today, that source for you is Ben. Ben, go ahead, take your clothes off.” As Ben got undressed I was looking a little bewildered and looked back and forth from Dr Mike to Ben, damn, did Ben know what had just happened? How much else did he know? Well he must I guess. Dr Mike sat back down in front of me, “So Ben here has been one of my patients for a while, well his name is really Mike, Michael Bennet, but there cannot be two Mikes, so I call him Ben isn’t that right Ben?” “Yes, that’s right doctor,” Ben said with a pretty heavy accent. Dr Mike went on, “Ben came here to go to college a few years ago, and brought something with him, HIV 2. He grew up in Ghana and I suspect his mother had it or maybe he got it having sex or doing drugs or whatever, does not really matter. What matters is it is type 2, and Ben is going to help treat you. Now go back to the exam room and bend over the table.” As I stood up I noticed Ben was fully naked, stroking his dick, and he looked to be not quite as long as Dr Mike, but still pretty thick and his entire dick looked about the same thickness right up to the head, which seemed somehow too little for the rest of it. He also had really low hanging balls that looked sort of shiny, liked they had been polished. Dr Mike followed me into the room, I bent over the end of the exam table and heard Ben follow. Dr Mike bent down by my ear and said softly, “Now, you will take Ben just like you took me. He is going to rip you up – no spit – just my toxic cum and your own fluids as lube – so take it good. His cum is full of HIV for you. He has one of the highest viral loads I have ever seen and has never been on any medication, I won’t let him, and his sperm is just filthy with the bug. You are privileged to have this opportunity, and so, just for good measure,” Dr Mike then reached around, stuck 3 fingers in my ass and raked my insides again making me cry out, “I am going to make sure his bug takes real good, give it a chance to live, it deserves to live, and breed and infect you, both our toxic cums will merge and grow together. Now, when he is done, you just stay like this.” Dr Mike left the room, Ben got behind me, he was shorter than Dr Mike so I had to bend my knees a little, and when we has angled up he grabbed my hips and drove his dick in. I cried out as even though I was somewhat slick from all the fluids in there, it still hurt like fuck where Dr Mike had shredded my guts. Ben was a power jack fucker, no pausing, no letting me catch my breath, just slam fuck. I was grunting and moaning and trying to keep my footing as Ben fucked harder and harder and faster and faster and I thought for sure he was cumming when he yanked his cock all the way out and just stood there. I was still trying to catch my breath when he slammed back in, balls deep this time as I could feel them slapping my cheeks with every thrust. He did not last long this time and started fucking even more furiously while making little ‘aah aah’ sounds. He then stopped, eased his dick out, and I heard more juice drip from my ass onto the linoleum and each drop sort of echoed in the exam room. Ben left and I could hear him and Dr Mike speaking in the other room. Dr Mike soon came back into the room and patted me on the ass as he leaned down and said, “That was good, very good, Ben said you did a fine job and he is always more than willing to do what I say, so I am pleased all the way around. Now that his job is done, I have sent him on his way, so that you and I may finish today’s treatment.” There’s more? I was not sure I could take any more and my ass felt like I had acid eating my insides. As Dr Mike stepped behind me he asked me how I was and when I told him that he just chuckled and said, “Oh yes, I expect it does feel like acid, it is in a way. You see, not only did you take my toxic cum which I know is extremely toxic, but you took Ben’s too and I already told you about his, but there is more.” More? I started to raise up to turn around and ask what he meant just as Dr Mike put his hands on my back, pushed me back down on the table and slowly, but firmly, slid his dick back into my ass making me moan and gasp as pain flooded through me again. “Yes, there’s more,” Dr Mike continued as his fucking picked up speed and he worked his dick into my swollen ass, “You see, Ben was a two-fer, a wonderful one I helped arrange and sort of a specialty of mine as why infect with only one thing when there is so much nastiness out there to play with for me to use for my pleasure, not only is Ben HIV2 with an extremely high viral load, but……oh fuck…but ….yeah boy…but Ben also has late stage syphilis – FUCK YEAH, YOU GOT HIS SYPHILLIS CUM TOO – oh take it, take me, take me...” Dr Mike caught his breath, slid his dick out, and stood up and juices were really running down my leg now. I didn’t know what to say. Oh my god, what had I done? What had he done to me? Dr Mike grabbed some paper towels, wiped his dick off, then came over to me and wiped my ass and hole and legs off. He then tossed the towels in the red biohazard bin and walked back to his office. I had a hard time walking as my legs were cramped, and when I got there he was getting dressed. I got dressed as well, he motioned with his hand for me to sit in the chair, and when I did he opened his file again. “I expect you will feel very sick within 10-14 days if all goes well. Flu like symptoms, headache, body ache, etc…. If you do, just call my office, but call my direct line, here’s the number. I will have another treatment ready for you then as your body will be weak and that is the best time for me to ensure my strains infect you, so you WILL come prepared and this time, the rule is I want that ass fresh, no fucking for at least two days before, understand?” “Now, before you go, I want you to remember three things,” Dr Mike said as he pulled me close to him and spoke close to my ear, “My treatment is just between us now, not even Nathan is to be told, you just tell him we only talked and that is all and tell him you met Ben in the bookstore or something, I don’t care, and don’t let him or anyone fuck you for a couple days. I want my venom and Ben’s little bugs to have their chance. Two, you will submit to me right? Yes? Good. And three – remember this well – I will infect you over and over until your guts are as toxic as they can be. Your ass and mouth will take my disease and every toxic bug I can give you – be proud as I WILL make your ass a biohazard.” When I made it home I collapsed into bed, woke up later to Nathan trying to call me, grabbed a shower, called him back and told him what he had heard about Dr Mike was all wrong, nothing happened and that I had gotten all horned up, went to the bath house, had a couple hook ups and came home. I went to sleep that night with Dr Mike’s words burning themselves into me just as his virus and Ben’s were burning my guts and blood – “be proud as I WILL make your ass a biohazard.” Stay tuned for Dr Mike – Part 3 – My Second Treatment – Does the venom take?