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Chapter 2 I had been think about that night ever since it had happened. That big bare dick plunging deep into my hole. It felt so good, so right. I was craving that cock. For weeks I kept texting that guy dirty messages and slutty pictures, but but he was just cold with me. But I couldn’t think what to do to get that dick in me again. Then I remembered that strange tattoo. Not the biohazard symbol. I knew what that meant, but rather the number thirty-two that appeared inside the biohazard symbol. That was strange. I thought maybe if I asked about that I might get him to open up to me. Oh boy was I right. He told me all about this club he was a member of where they were all poz and had all been branded with a different number. The club was devoted to pure hedonism, liberating sex and turning each member into the best stud or slut they could be. "So do you think I have what it takes to join?" I asked. "No," he replied. "Hey, why not?" "You're too up tight and vanilla." He was right. I had been with the same guy for six years, and although he wasn't my first I hadn’t exactly played the field before we met. But now was the time to change. If he could drop me for some airhead twink, I could change into a real slut. "Oh I can be a real slut when I want to be." "Yeah, prove it. Tonight, 8:00 PM, leave your door unlocked. Strip naked, gag and blindfold yourself, and handcuff yourself to the bed. I’ll come and breed you ass. Unless it's too much for you." "Bring it on!" It was 7:45 PM, so it was time to finish getting ready. I had already messaged him my address and I had been to a sex shop on my way home to get the blindfold, gag and handcuffs. I unlocked the door and left it slightly ajar. I striped naked and lead face down on the bed. I tightly fastened the blindfold and gag in place, before attaching one of the cuffs to my wrist and passing the other around my bed post. I knew that as soon as I locked the other cuff around my wrist I would have to go through with it. I would be powerless until someone unlocked the cuffs with the key on my bedside table. I heard the door creaking open. He had arrived, so I promptly fastened the other cuff around my other wrist. I wanted that dick in my ass and I was going to do anything to get it. “Good slut, just as I instructed," he said as he whacked me hard on the ass. “Well let's get down to it." I felt him spit on my asshole and use his fingers to work it open and lube it up. I could feel the head of a dick being pushed into my hole. It felt a bit different, not as thick as last time. “Fuck that is one tight hole” I heard someone say in a thick Scottish accent. It wasn't the guy I expected. He had brought someone with him to fuck me. This wasn't what I agreed to. I tried to pull myself away from the guy enjoying my ass, but he just chuckled and pushed his dick in deeper. I tried to wriggle free, but he grabbed my ass and just started ploughing me harder and harder, commenting "It's like riding a bucking bronco," adding "I guess he fucking likes it rough.” His dick was all the way in my hole. I was powerless to stop him. He thrust himself into my hole ever faster, and remarked “Yeah he fucking loves it. He said he wanted to be turned into a real slut. And look at his little dick. It's rock hard and leaking precum all over the bed." Fuck, he was right. I might not have set out to have this unknown guy breeding my as, but it was fucking hot and I loved the treatment. I decided to give up and just let him do what he wanted to me. The Scottish guy pulled me close to his sweaty body and started tugging on my nipples as he whispered into my ear “You fucking want my poz cum in your ass, don't you?” I nodded and moaned a bit. "Yeah, I’m going to fucking breed your ass and you're going to take every last drop of my cum.” He kept fucing me faster and faster, harder and harder. He might not have been a well endowed as the other guy, but he was good and knew how to use every inch he had. Then a few seconds later, with a grunt and one final thrust, I felt his warm cum flood my ass. There was so much of it. “Your turn, D” the Scottish guy said as he slid out of me. “It's nice and lubed up for you.” "Yeah, well that hole better be ready to stretch wider for me, or else it's going to fucking tear open,” said an unknown deeper voice. Oh fuck. There was another guy there and I knew this one was going to hurt. I felt another dick pressing against my hole, but it was clearly much thicker than the Scot's. I could feel him working the head in. Fuck it was huge. It felt like a tree trunk or something. I tried to scream out in pain, but the gag stifled my voice. The head of his mammoth dick somehow managed to squeezed inside my ass, but my hole could barely take it. "I'm in," he announced in his deep voice. "Now to wreck that fucking cunt.” With all his strength he forced his fat nine inch dick all the way in my ass. I couldn't take it all. I screamed in pain as I could feel my ass tearing open but he didn't ease up. In fact I could hear him chuckling at my pain as he forced himself deeper in me. I bit down hard on the gag as he started thrusting it deeper into me. I might have been in pure agony, but perversely I was fuckin loving it. My ass was in so much pain, but it felt so good to have that massive bare dick in my ass. Just as the pain was about to get too much to bare I felt the sweet release of his toxic cum shooting up my hole. He pulled his monster out of me, and just in time. My ass was gaping wide open, my hole destroyed. I could feel some blood and cum start to trickle down my thigh. "Oh, no, you don't” said the guy. “You're not wasting any of that grade A toxic seed.” He scooped up the cum dribbling down my leg and fingered it back into my sloppy hole. Without saying another word he plunged his cock deep in my wrecked cunt. My hole was so fucking sore, but it felt to good to have his dick back in my ass. He pulled his dick all the way out and forced it all the way back inside in one quick motion. He started fucking me faster and faster, pushing the cum deeper in my hole. Fuck this is what i had been waiting for and it felt amazing. This was what I wanted - no, what I needed, He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, unfastened the gag and pulled it out of my mouth and whispered “Beg for my load.” “Please sir, give me your load." “You're going to have to do better than that,” he laughed as he built up speed. “Please sir. I need you to shoot your poz load deep in my ass." "Louder,” he barked as he slapped me hard on the ass. “PLEASE SIR, FUCK YOUR POZ LOAD DEEP INTO MY ASS. I WANT IT. I NEED IT!” “As you wish,” he replied. He built up more and more speed, fucking me faster and faster. Each thrust felt amazing, I didn't want it to stop. I gritted my teeth as the pounding intensified. Then I could feel his cum shooting out of his fat cock and straight down my hole. He barely slowed down and he kept fucking the cum deeper into me. After another minute or so of fucking me he pulled his dick out of my ass, but before I had time to think he forced his dick down my throat urging “Come on. Clean it up. Like a good slut." As I choked on his cock, tasting the blood and cum from my ass. “D, pass me the little present I brought him,” said the guy. Without any further warning I felt him ram and big butt plug up my hole. It was pretty big, but after the fucking my hole had just taken, my ass could offer no resistance. “Keep that in for a couple of hours to keep our loads in place." He pulled his cleaned dick out of my mouth and gave me one final slap on the ass, and, as he unlocked one of the handcuffs, complemented me by quietly remarking "Not bad. We'll make a true slut of you yet.” Afterwards I heard the door slam shut behind the two men as they left. I collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. My hole had been well and truly trashed, but I would have to endure much more on my journey to being a true slut.

Marked as His: I had three pretty hot breeding experiences within about a month of one another and know that I got positive from one of them – or maybe got poz cum from them all. The first was the story of my first group breeding and first time taking cum in my ass. https://breeding.zone/topic/35240-my-first-group-breeding-and-experience-with-watersports/ The second was when I was bred by a married Mexican man. https://breeding.zone/topic/35252-bred-by-a-married-mexican-man/ Here is the third breeding. After being bred by the married guy, I could not stop thinking about him or the construction guy from Houston who fucked me in the adult theater along with a few others. Even though I felt guilty and ashamed, my ass was hungry and I wanted to feel full again and to experience that mind-blowing sex sensation I had when they bred me raw. A couple other guys who wore condoms had fucked me since I got bred, but it was boring and very unfulfilling even when one of them was pretty aggressive. I didn’t understand, and at the time did not make the connection to the fact they had fucked me raw. It was a Saturday afternoon and I had signed into an internet chat room and was messaging with a black guy. He sent me a pic of his dick and it was very long and thick, with a lot of foreskin. I was hooked. In addition, he sounded very nice and sweet and asked if I would be interested in coming over for a drink. I said sure and soon was on my way. When I got to his place he greeted me at the door and invited me in. We went to the living room and sat with our drinks and chatted, and talked mostly about sex, about how I loved to get fucked, and he said he liked long, slow fucks where he could hold someone. I said that sounded great. Before long he moved over closer to me and started kissing me. Gently at first, then a little harder, a little harder, and I backed off and said, “I’m sorry. I’m not sure I’m up for this.” He replied, “No problem,” although he did not look happy. We continued to relax, drink, and chat and about 10 minutes later he got up and went to the bathroom to take a piss. I was then quite surprised when he came back out and I looked up and saw he was totally naked with a rock-hard dick that pointed out from his muscled body. I started to stand up to say something, although I’m not sure what as I was battling between, “I should go,” and “Fuck me now!” By before I could say a word he was on me, pushed me back onto the couch and started to yank my shorts down. I said, “Stop, stop, no,” as I kept struggling – half heartedly - and he just laughed. My shorts were only half way down as he flipped me around and pushed my face down into the couch cushion and then plunged his cock up my ass. I screamed out and tried to get away but his full weight was on me. My chest and face were on the couch and knees on the floor with him squatting above me and slam fucking his raw dick into me dry. Every stroke felt like he was ripping my ass. After the first couple he pulled all the way out, then went all the way back in again, but deeper this time. “TAKE THIS BLACK DICK, YEAH, TAKE IT!” he kept saying over and over as he fucked faster. His strong hands were on my shoulders and every time he thrust in he pulled back on my shoulders and shoved in deeper. Far too quickly I felt him stiffen and his whole body started to quiver and he grunted, thrust one last time, then yanked his cock out of my ass. He then knelt down beside me and said, “YOU’RE WHITE ASS IS MINE NOW. I JUST MARKED YOU AS MINE. YOU ARE MY PUSSY NOW, NOW GET UP.” I stood up and tried to yank up my shorts as he pushed me ahead of him towards his bedroom. I could not believe his cock was still hard and it looked mean and angry. His room was pretty dark, but I could see a huge, elevated, four-poster bed and he had some straight porn playing on a TV of some black guys fucking a white woman. He pushed me towards the bed and as he did he grabbed the back of my t-shirt and yanked it off over my head. My owner then yanked my shorts all the way down, pushed/half threw me back on the bed, bent down and raised my legs up so I was laying on my back with my ass was near the edge of the mattress. He stuck a couple fingers up my ass and I flinched as he worked them around. “I need some more white pussy – you going to give it to me? Huh? That pussy felt good and I can fuck for hours.” I started to say I didn’t think I could take it again, but he yanked his fingers out of my ass and stuck them in my mouth. He said, “Yeah taste my cum from your pussy. You’re mine now, I made you all mine.” He reached over to the bed stand and grabbed a bottle of lube that was there, squirted some on his dick, then grabbed a bottle of poppers. He handed them to me and told me to take a hit. I had never used poppers before so did not know what he meant, so he showed me. “You better take a big hit, you’re gonna need it as I plan to tear that pussy up.” I took a hit of the poppers, and laid back and felt the heat and rush in my head. I let out a sigh and felt his dick slam backup into my hole. I looked up at his face and he had such an evil gleam in his eyes and a twisted little smile as he held my legs to the side while he fucked. “YEAH, NICE WHITE PUSSY, MAKING YOU MY PUSSY, YEAH, TAKE THIS BLACK DICK, HMMM….” I had never been with someone who did racial, dirty talk or called my ass a pussy and could not help but laugh on the inside as I realized I was thinking about that while this big man was fucking me. I had slid back some on the bed so he pulled me closer to the edge and slowed his pace a little and started working his dick from side to side and at angles when he pushed in. Being fucked rough, raw, and with such desire and passion felt so fucking amazing! There was no pain, just this amazing feeling of him inside me. My BBC owner then pulled his cock out and I snapped back to reality and looked up at him. He had a serious and determined look on his face now, no smile, so I didn’t know what was wrong. He let my legs drop and then bent down over me so his face was inches from mine. “What do you need?” I didn’t understand what he was talking about. He asked again, “What do you need?” and I said, “Your dick.” With his left hand he grabbed my face and said again, “What do you need?” and I said, “Your black dick.” He smiled a little and said once more “What do you need?” and I replied, “Your black dick in my white pussy. It’s your pussy, please fuck it!” His face lit up with a huge smile and I felt frozen looking into his eyes, silently pleading for him to fuck me. He then stood, climbed all the way onto the bed, pulled me up beside him, pushed me onto my stomach, climbed onto my back and put his full weight on me. I moaned as he took his and parted my ass cheeks while he started working his dick back inside my sore ass. My new BBC lover went slowly at first and because I was not used to being fucked this way I started to squirm a little. He then shifted his weight again and hooked his left arm under and around my neck and with his right, he pulled my right arm back and held it. His dick felt so good and I started whimpering/grunting with every thrust he made and from the heat and sweat of his hard body against mine, and his heavy breath in my ear. He was deliberate, methodical, and quiet as he fucked me like that for a long time and showed me he had the stamina of race horse. After a while, he started getting verbal again. “OH YEAH, MAKING THAT MY WHITE PUSSY, MAKING THAT PUSSY HURT. YOU WANT THAT PUSSY TO HURT?” I didn’t say anything and he cuffed the side of my head. So I said, “Yes Sir, please make it hurt.” He grunted and kept thrusting. “I’VE MARKED THAT PUSSY AS MINE NOW. NO ONE ELSE BETTER BE UP IN THAT PUSSY UNLESS I SAY SO, YOU HEAR? TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED, TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED.” So I started begging for him to fuck me, “Please give me your black dick, please make that pussy yours.” Each time I said that he fucked harder and deeper. Soon he was slamming my ass and his arm around my neck got tighter and tighter. I could hardly breathe and when I tried to move my right hand he held me down tight. He then screamed in my ear, “AAHHH FUCK BITCH!” and then I felt him shoot. His cock swelled up and I could feel it spasm as shot of shot of cum went up my ass. I could feel the heat of his load and mixed with the smell of his sweat and him on me, it made my dick shoot. He laid on me for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom. He came out, tossed me a towel and asked if I wanted something to drink. We then went to the living room and watched TV like nothing had happened at all. It was getting late so I said I should go, he just looked at me, got up, started turning off the lights and went into the bedroom. I was not sure what to do so I followed, got undressed, and crawled up on the bed beside him. My BBC owner rolled me to my side, nestled his dick up against my ass, and we went to sleep. STAY TUNED FOR: MARKED AS HIS – EPILOGUE – PART 1 – HOLD THE CUM IN

After fucking his second load in me, Gary laid down on top of me his softening cock slipped out, our sweat soaked chest meshing together, I could feel his heart beating against my chest. I realized I felt something new, something I haven’t felt with other fuck buddies; not sure if it was love, infatuation, horniness or a combination of them but I wrapped my legs around his and my arms around his torso, I gave him a hug then I lightly stroked his back. After a few minutes his breathing became shallow and regular, he had fallen asleep. I gave the top of his had a soft kiss and I too dozed off, relaxed and at peace. I’m not sure how long we slept but I felt Gary still in me, he sat up a bit, his arms folded under him pushing up slightly, he looked down at me, smiled then reached down and kissed me. I thought about telling him what I was feeling then he said “That was an amazing fuck and you didn’t even flinch when you saw my tats, you just let me dump my gift in you, knowing I’m toxic.” I felt his cock stirring, he pulled out, sat up, straddled my chest bringing his cock to my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked him to hardness, cleaning my ass and his cum off his dick. He started thrusting into my mouth pushing ever deeper into my throat. I looked up at him surrendering myself to his every desire; he looked down at me like a god would a lesser being: superior, dominate. He continued to skull fuck me, he started picking up the pace then pulled out and started jacking is cock after a couple of strokes he said open up, I opened my mouth he put his cock just on my lips and blew his load on in my mouth. He said to not swallow it yet, he kept jacking until he was spent, then told me to gulp it down, which I did. Gary rolled off me, said we needed to get cleaned up and head to the reunion. The reunion was boring as fuck, yeah we got to see some old acquaintances but for the most part it was the same people in the same clicks: jocks and cheerleaders, band members, cowboys, a few stoners and us nerds; me, Gary, Tony and Mike with their wives (totally shocked here) and then there was Jeffrey. Jeffrey was in ROTC, a nerd and if you watched him for 10 seconds he screamed GAY, I mean he fit every stereotype of a gay guy. Jeffrey hadn’t changed much in 10 years; 5’10” 140 pounds, he still had military cut black hair, brown eyes, tall thin forehead, slightly pockmarked face, gangly. Tony and Mike and their wives left our little nerd group and made their way across the room. Gary, Jeffrey and I not sure what to do, so we just stood there looking around like a bunch of misfit nerds. Oh how some things haven’t changed in 10 years. We had been there just over an hour, which felt like ten, when Gary said “this is boring as shit, let’s go back to my place” which sounded just fine by me, so we headed for the door, Jeffrey followed. I turned around to look at Jeffrey when Gary whispered to me I would enjoy having Jeffrey there. I gave Gary a quizzical look, he gave me a shit eating grin. I wasn’t sure how to take it. We got back to Gary’s place; he said to make ourselves comfortable while he makes some drinks. Jeffrey kicks off his shoes and strips down to his boxers and t-shirt, I stripped to my boxers and sit on the couch next to him. He starts the DVD, playing gay porn, starts rubbing his crotch getting his cock hard. He looks at me and pulls the waistband over his dick, it is about 7”, very straight no curve at all and a big mushroom head. He is slowly stroking it and with his left hand grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to it. I take it in my mouth and start sucking it, he started leaking precum which I licked up and swallowed, I took what I could down my throat but the head was cutting off my airway. I pulled back took a deep breath and took it all the way until my nose was in his pubes, then sucked deeply. I pulled off slightly took another breath and took him all the way again. I did this a several more times before he pulled me off and removed his boxers. I got on the floor between his legs and started sucking him again. He bent over me, I felt hands squeezing my ass and rubbing my hole. I felt another pair of hands on my ass. Gary slid his finger in me, started finger fucking me, I felt a sharp pain like he scratched me which caused me to take in a sharp breath. Gary resumed finger fucking me, then I felt it again another sharp pain. I felt Gary apply some lube to my ass then felt his cock pushing hard begging for entrance. His cock popped in, it felt great having cock in my mouth and ass. After a few minutes Jeffrey said “lets switch”, Gary pulls out of my ass and Jeffrey pushes in. Son of a bitch it hurt, that big head really stretched me; Jeffrey kept pushing until he bottomed out then started a slow fuck. Gary got in front of me, I started sucking his cock, I noticed the taste of my ass, lube and something else, a coppery taste . . . blood? Jeffrey kept slow fuck going then pulled out and I felt something else being push in my ass. It wasn’t cock or finger, it felt weird,I felt a scraping on my ass walls, it didn’t hurt. Jeffrey kept it at it for a little bit then pulled the tooth brush out, said “oh yeah, all roughed up and ready for my poz babies to invade you”, he handed it to Gary who showed it to me, it was red from blood. Jeffrey suddenly rammed his cock home up my ass and started FUCKING me, slamming home really hard, jamming his dick into my second hole, the fat head pushing and expanding my guts. I felt sweat fall on my back, Jeffrey kept up the frantic pace until he jammed into me with a loud grunt “oh fuck I’m cumming deep up your cunt, dumping my poz, my toxic load seeping into your body converting you”. He bent over me and bit the shit out of my neck. Gary pulled me off his dick, Jeffrey pulled out, Gary pushed in fucking like crazy until he dropped his load in me. I sucked Jeffrey’s cock clean, tasting my ass and blood, he grabbed a handful of hair, snapped my head back, spit on me, and said that was the first of many hot toxic loads from him. Gary smacked my ass hard and said I was going to get pozzed this weekend.

I've been with my fella for the past eight years and about five years into it I started cheating. I've been hooking up with my fuck buddy "CA" for the last two years. CA is a nice enough guy and has an extremely thick nine inch cock, so thick in fact, that when at first he fucked me, his cock would cause me to bleed, but since (at least at first), he wore a condom, I wasn't worried about it. Then about six months ago I started letting CA fuck me raw. He'd tie me up and bend me over before pounding me for ages and dumping his load in me. I remember shopping with my fella in town one day. As CA lived above a shop in town, I ditched my fella and snuck off to get fucked by CA. He push me into position, right there on the staircase to his apartment, spat on my hole and fucked me for five minutes before pumping his seed in me. It was so fucking hot. He slapped my arse and sent me back into the busy town to find my boyfriend. I spent the next hour shopping with my fella whilst having CA's cum deeply in me. CA and I fucked behind my boyfriend back every chance we had. I imagine I've taken 60 or more loads from him. Once I invited CA around just as my fella left for work and CA fucked me in our bed, our sweat soaking onto the bed. Of course I didn't change the sheets so my fella unknowing slept in the sweat. Even so, I'm sure my fella knows something is going on as he found a text thread on my phone and asked me about it. I told him it was nothing and he never mentioned it again. On our last hot breeding session CA told me he was moving away the following week. I was destroyed. About a month later I was chatting to people on a certain site and I came across CA's ex, who mentioned both he and CA were undetectable poz, and he also mentioned CA had been poz for the last five years. I was completely turned-on knowing CA was poz the entire time he had been fucking me. I just wish I'd known. My fella still fucks me. I haven't told him that I've been a slut behind his back and been getting fucked raw by an undetectable poz guy. Whenever I wank off or stick a dildo up my arse imagining it's CA's cock, I cry out begging him to poz me and make me a dirty seeded slut. My fella always talks about fucking others when he's fucking me, and is really turned on, but sadly once he's done there's no more mention of it. I'd love him to go out and fuck guys then come back and fuck me with his dirty cock.

Long time reader, first time poster....anyways, here is what happened to me day after New Years. First a little background, I'm in my mid 20s and most people consider me a twink and tell me I have a fantastic hole to fuck. I've always been addicted to bareback sex but over the past 3-4 months, I'm a total cum slut now. I had my first 3 cock day. #1 was a regular guy (age 30s) near my work. He got me high on poppers and shoved his 8" thick cock into my ass. Pounded me on my back and legs up. Kissed me while he bred my slut hole. #2 was another regular guy about 5 hours later. Older guy, like 40. Every time he fucks me, it's like I'm watching a porn. He fucks me with so much experience and passion (I know porn isn't filed with much passion, anyways). I took several long hits on poppers and he bred my hole on top of me with me on my back. Continued to fuck me saying he loved my cum filled ass. #3 was an hour later. Guy in his mid 20s. He didn't know I was already loaded. He didn't say anything but I could hear my hole making sloppy noises from the cum. Fucked me doggie style for about 10 mins and then blew inside me. Pulled out and I could feel the cum running down my thigh. I put a finger in my ass and it was so stretched open. I licked the cum off my finger when I pulled it out. So delicious.

All of these accounts are 100% true. Some details, names, locations, etc. have been modified or changed to protect the privacy of others. PART 1: Valdosta GA I drive from Nashville to meet family from the northeast down in Sarasota every year for the holidays. We get a house on the beach in Siesta Key, drink, swim, and eat the week away. Last year, I had brought a guy I was seeing who "needed space" the day after we got home from the vacation paid by me. Oh well, lesson learned. This year I decided that along with spending time with the family, I'd carve out a little "me time" which equals "slutting my ass out all over southwest Florida". Load 1: Valdosta I always keep my location apps live during the drive and periodically check messages/woofs/views etc. Just outside Valdosta GA a sexy top guy woofed me and asked me to stop by. His pics were great, he had a load cocked and ready for me, how could I refuse? I got to this cute restored Victorian super easy and this tall Caucasian, shaved head, super handsome guy with a nice lightly hairy build answers the door. 15 minutes later I had his rock hard 7.5", right curved cock buried in my ass while I was on my back with my knees next to my ears. This guy fucked like a freshly released prisoner, it had apparently been a minute for him. When he fired his large load into me after about 20 good, really good, minutes, I could feel every pulse of his cock in my increasingly wet hole as he groaned loudly in my ear. Fuck I was in heaven. Turns out, in our post-coital recovery, he was a super nice guy as well. Icing on the cake. We made plans to see each other on my way back as I continued my hunt south. Stay tuned, more to cum...

Jeremy the neighbor –as told by Brandon I did a lot of thinking during the three hour drive to get home and was looking forward to a nice cold beer followed by a shower. I opened the front door and was surprised to clothes strewn over the floor; Shirts, socks underwear and two pairs of jeans. I also noticed a pair of sneakers that I did not recognize. I heard muffled sounds coming from the bedroom. I was not expecting Ben to be at home so I slipped off my shoes and quietly tip-toed closer. I stood just outside the door where anyone inside the room could not see me. The sounds were unmistakable. The slapping of thighs against ass, creaking bed and Ben’s muffled groans of pleasure. Someone was fucking him! To my surprise I found the idea that someone was fucking my boyfriend in our bedroom strangely stimulating and I found myself with a growing hard-on. I did not know quite what to do so I decided to stand there for a moment and see where this all went. The top started talking. “Fucking tight hole. You know how to work it on a man’s dick.” “Lots of practice. Plus your fat bare cock feels so good in my ass.” More slapping of thighs on ass and grunting. “Do you like my dick as much as Sam’s?” “Fuck Yeah. A little shorter but I love your fat mushroom head.” “As much as Matt and Josh’s dicks?” “Any raw dick, the bigger the better. Fuck me hard!” I could hear the juicy sounds of sex speeding up. “I’m getting closer. Where do you want my load?” I heard Ben respond “Up my ass of course.” “Does your boyfriend know you let guys bareback you and load your ass?” “Nope. We agreed to always use condoms.” The rate of fucking increased even more and I could hear the guy’s breathing quicken. “You’re only the fifth guy who has fucked me since we got married, four of them fucked me in the last week.” “All Bareback?” “Yes. Of course.” “And you took their loads.” “Yeah. Deep in my ass. And I kept them there for as long as possible.” “Fuck yeah. Fucking bareback cheating slut. Fucking hot. I’m gonna load up your cunt like you just loaded mine.” He started grunting and I heard the slapping sounds slow and become more intense. “I’m gonna shoot. Ah. Ahhh Ahhhh.” “Fuck YEAH. Fill me with your load. I’m cumming too.” The ass slapping stopped but the heavy breathing did not. The stranger was the first to speak. “Another one for your load collection. I try to get as many loads in my ass as I can and you have a way to go until you can beat my record. I’ll take anyone’s load who will give it to me.” I decided it was time to leave before they came down from their orgasmic high. I rapidly left the condo before they caught me listening behind the door, grabbing my shoes on the way out and closing the door as quietly as possible. There is no denying that I was incredibly turned-on by what I had heard. My fat dick was swollen to the point on discomfort in my tight jeans resulting in an obscene bulge with a wet slick of pre-cum about the size of a quarter. Now what? I asked myself. I had no idea other than that I should have taken up Zach’s offer the previous day. Since Ben was obviously screwing around behind my back I should feel free to do so myself. It was the “Agreement.” It was “don’t ask don’t tell” after all, even though “don’t listen” was never discussed. The only part that troubled me was that we had agreed to “no bareback” when he stopped PrEP and here he had no problem with breaking that part our agreement. I guessed that Ben had no idea of where that had taken both of us. Hearing Ben getting fucked had made me extremely horny, and I wanted to get my rocks off one way or the other, preferably fucking or getting fucked. I walked to the stairwell from which I had a clear view of our front door and took out my cellphone and called Ben. He took a moment to answer and he sounded breathless. “Hi Brandon, how’s the trip going? Still going to be back in time for dinner tonight?” “Got finished early, I’ll be home in about five minutes.” He waited a while before responding, obviously taken by surprise. “Uh, oh, Brandon, you’re going to be home in a few minutes. That’s good.” He obviously said that for the benefit of his playmate so give him the heads up to get dressed in a hurry. I was going to give them just long enough to get dressed before opening the door. I wanted to see what this mystery fucker looked like. He certainly had a very sexy voice. In any case, if he left in a hurry I would see him. Ben and his playmate were sitting on the couch acting as if they had been there all afternoon, even though I knew that they had probably only finished dressing minute or two earlier. I was somewhat surprised, but not in the least unpleased, to see that the stranger was the hot guy who had the condo five down from us. I had never met him before but I had seen him tanning at the condo pool a few times. I had always been impressed by the way his very muscular body filled out the skimpy bulging speedos he always wore. I noticed with amusement that there were two beers on the table in front of them, which had not been there five minutes earlier. I have to hand it to Ben, he’s a quick thinker. They stood up and Ben introduced us. Jeremy was wearing a skin tight spandex tank top and tight red nylon shorts that were well filled out by his ample bulge. I noticed that he was eyeing the bulge in my jeans as well. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer and sat down between them. We had not been chatting for long before Jeremy stood up. “Excuse me guys. I have to take a wicked piss. All that beer.” As soon as he left the room I whispered in Ben’s ear. “He’s fucking hot. Do you think he is up for a threesome?” Since both of them had cum in the last hour or so I was curious to hear the answer. Ben was a little hesitant. “Maybe. It would be awkward for me since he has been here for a while but maybe you should flirt with him a little.” I thought to myself that the only reason it would be awkward for Ben to flirt was because he probably felt at least a little guilty about what he had done. I kicked off my shoes and took off my shirt and arranged my cock in my jeans to show the maximum bulge. Not that that was difficult as my fat cock is pretty big even when soft and now it was starting to fill with blood in anticipation of what I hoped was coming next. I had moved away from Ben so that the only spot on the couch was between us. I was determined to find out if he was as load hungry as he sounded when he was fucking Ben. Jeremy looked at Ben and then me and smiled as I motioned to him to join us on the couch. There was just enough space for him to squeeze between us. As he sat down he took a good look at the growing lump in my jeans and put his hand on my thigh and spoke. “Fuck dude, I like your jeans. Fucking hot.” There was nothing special about my jeans except for the now massive bulge. He glanced at me for a second and then placed his hand on the bulge. Ben went to work immediately as well, pulling up Jeremy’s shirt and rubbing his chest and nipples. It almost seemed as if they had planned this in the moments before I walked in the door. I placed my hand on his crotch and started rubbing his cock through the silky nylon. Since Ben and Jeremy were obviously raring to go I wasted no time. I wanted to see what he was packing. “Jeremy, the couple of times I saw you around the pool I always admired your package. Show me what you’ve got.” Jeremy lifted his ass off the seat and pulled down his shorts revealing his fat dick barely covered by the tight white unlined speedo he was wearing. His dick was already half hard and starting to leak profusely turning the thin white spandex transparent. Damn, I liked what I saw. A fat uncut dick with a massive head. And I noticed the small red logo on the left hand side of the swimsuit: a red scorpion. Interesting. Now it was his turn. “Ok, now your turn guys. Show me your stuff.” I unbuttoned my jeans and let them slide to the floor, revealing my well filled red jock-brief. Ben took off his sweatpants to reveal that he was also wearing a white unlined speedo. From a quick glance it was his TeamBB suit showing off his rapidly stiffening cock. I knew this was going to be good and I leant over and started deep kissing Jeremy. Ben took the hint and joined us in a threesome of slurping tongues and mouths. Jeremy started rubbing my cock through my briefs while we were kissing and I reciprocated in kind. This continued for a minute or two before I needed to take this action up a notch. I knew they had both emptied their balls recently, but I had not cum since jerking off while thinking of Zach and his bareback sex tryst of the previous evening which I had been too scared to join. I stopped kissing for long enough to say “Jeremy, show us what you’ve got.” Jeremy stood up and I saw that the speedo had the “TeamBB” logo across his butt. He turned around and I got a great view of his massive cock, laying almost horizontal across the pouch with the oozing head almost at the side seam of his swimsuit. It was so fat that it lifted the waistband clear away from his stomach and I got a clear view. There was only one place for that cock, in me. First my mouth and then my ass. I did not worry about Ben for the moment. He had already had his fun for the day. I pulled Jeremy towards me and he pulled down the front of his swimsuit releasing his cock. His foreskin was starting to pull back from the swollen mushroom head. I swear I saw a brief flash of panic cross his face as we suddenly were aware of the smell of cum and Ben’s ass juices. Jeremy had obviously got dressed in such a hurry that he had not cleaned himself up completely. I guess he was not expecting to have a mouth on his dick so soon. I immediately went down on him taking him as deep as possible, savoring the juices on his cock. Ben got on his hands and knees and moved around behind Jeremy and it looked as if he was going to rim him. I was not going to let that happen until after I had tasted his ass. I stopped sucking and spun Jeremy around and pulled down the back of his swimsuit. And pulled him back bringing his butt to within inches of my face. Jeremy knew what I wanted and reached back and spread the cheeks of his ass to give me full access to his crack. He had not done to good a job with his ass either and the musky cummy scent of his ass hit me as I began to slurp and down his trench, pausing at his anus and its swollen puffy lips. I thrust my hungry tongue into his chute tasting the tang of his ass-juices and the dribble of fresh cum that leaked out. Not only had he been fucked very recently, but his hole showed signs of heavy use. I suspected it could easily stretch to taking two cocks at once, which gave me an idea. He ground his ass into my face. “Get my hole good and wet so someone can fuck me.” Ben was working his dick over and getting it nice and slick. Jeremy was the only one whose mouth was not busy and he was looking down at my full erect eight inches. “Oh Fuck! I need that cock in my ass so bad.” He moved away from my mouth and backed his ass onto my lap with my dick sliding in his ass crack. Since they did not know that I had overheard them in the bedroom I found the next part of the conversation rather amusing. You have to give Jeremy points for trying. “Do you guys have condoms, so that we can fuck, or do you bareback?” Ben, looking straight at me, answered. “Yeah. We bareback, but only with each other. When we fool around with others we always use condoms.” “Bareback is so much hotter” Jeremy responded “I prefer bareback. But condoms are Ok if the other guy insists.” Since Jeremy was on my lap it was Ben who went to the bedroom to get the condoms and lube and it took him quite a while to find them as we had not used them for months. Jeremy and I made out on the couch with him still sitting in my lap. Jeremy whispered in my ear. “Do you take loads? Ben says you only play safe. But you look like a cum-whore who needs a load up his ass.” Based on what I had just learned in the parking lot of the CVS, I was about to start making up for lost time. I wanted to feel his fat mushroom head stretching out my anal walls as he slid it in raw. Jeremy was going to be the second man ever that seeded my ass. I whispered in Jeremy’s ear. “Fuck yeah. I want your load. And I know you want mine. I tasted cum in your hole. Don’t say anything and you’ll know when not to say it.” He knew exactly what I meant and said. “I’ll let you take the lead but I’m willing to help with the illusion.” Ben walked in with a handful of condoms and a large bottle of lube. Jeremy looked at me for a second and then Ben and back. “Fuck, you guys are so hot. I want to see you bareback Ben. It will be such a turn on. But don’t cum. Then we can fuck with condoms. Fuck him on his back.” I suddenly realized what Jeremy was thinking. Ben lay back on the couch with his ass and legs over the edge. I dropped to my knees, slicked up my cock with spit and slid in. Jeremy had opened him up nicely for me. I made a few slow deep strokes enjoying the sensation of his slick chute. I moved him so that he was fully on the couch with me on top of him balls deep in his cum slick rectum. We were deep kissing like crazy tongue fucking each other’s mouth. My asshole was exposed inviting Jeremy to fuck me. Both Jeremy and I knew that Ben would not be able to see his dick sliding in and out of my ass. Jeremy stood where Ben could see him and very visibly slicked up his dick with lube and then rolled a condom over it. Then he climbed onto the couch and moved behind me. He slid the tip of his sheathed dick into my hungry chute and withdrew. “You want this dick deep in your cunt? You ready for it?” I answered him by putting my hand behind me and sliding the condom off. “You know you want it, you’re gonna get it deep.” He slowly inserted his condomless cock and uttered a grunt of pleasure as he penetrated my anus. The sensation of his fat mushroom head sliding up my anal passage stretching the walls of my chute was incredible. He was only the second guy to bareback me after Ben and I had never been able to take really fat cocks before. Bareback made the difference and it felt incredible being filled with his meat. I was definitely going to enjoy doing this as much as possible in the future. “Oh fuck yeah, Fuck me. That feels so good.” I uttered. Jeremy just chuckled as I started moving between them, alternately slamming into Ben and impaling myself on Jeremy’s dick. His massive cockhead sliding unprotected in my ass was too much for me and I did not last very long. I started loading Ben with one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. My ass contractions brought Jeremy to climax and he started thrusting furiously as he deposited squirt after squirt of cum deep into my colon. Jeremy surprised me with the amount he came, considering that he had just fucked my husband less than an hour earlier. Perhaps it was the excitement of dumping a load of cum in two cheating husband’s holes in the same day. He waited a few moments before withdrawing and I made of pretense of removing the condom which had been in my hand the whole time. I held it up for Ben to see before I threw it on the floor out of sight. There was enough lube in the condom that from a distance it looked as if Jeremy had cum in it. Ben was the only one of us who had not yet cum. I did not want him to fuck me again because he would realize that Jeremy had shot his load into me. So the obvious choice was for him to fuck Jeremy. And I was going to make sure he was wearing a condom. I leaned back with my dick still in Ben. His dick was still rock hard as he had not yet cum. I grabbed a condom and lube from where they were lying on the couch and lubed and sheathed his meat. Jeremy looked at me and grinned. He hopped on the couch and lowered himself onto Ben’s cock, with his back towards me. He started fucking himself on Ben’s meat rising up slowly and slamming down hard. My dick in Ben’s ass started to get hard again as I watched Jeremy’s muscular back and ass as he rode Ben’s sheathed dick. It was time to execute my plan. I slid out of Ben’s chute and started probing Jeremy’s hole with my dick as Ben was fucking him. Jeremy immediately got the idea and leaned forward giving me access. My cock slid in easier than I would have thought and within seconds my fat bare dick was sliding up and down in Jeremy’s hole slicked up by Ben’s cum while Ben’s dick was encased in rubber. Jeremy was obviously no stranger to being double dicked as I had thought. “Fuck yeah. Two dicks in my man cunt. Fuck me hard. Load me up. Give me your cum!” Even though I had cum not even ten minutes earlier it was too much for me and it did not take long before I blasted a massive load into his hungry hole. Ben had still not cum so after a few seconds Jeremy lifted himself off and as he did so cum dribbled out of his abused anus and onto Ben’s pubic hair. Ben slid off the condom, scooped up some of the cum and used to lube his dick as he jerked off to conclusion, spraying cum all over himself and onto the couch behind him. After a few moments to recover we all took a quick shower in turns and then it was time for Jeremy to leave. It was a pleasure to meeting Jeremy and I hoped that we could get together again soon. I would not mind if it was just me and him, but it would be fine to have Ben as well. As I shut the door after Jeremy left Ben looked at me with questioning eyes. “When we double fucked Jeremy were you wearing a condom? I’m not sure I saw one?” I look at him with a smile. “Of course” I said as I held up three used condoms, one of which had been taken out of its packet and filled with some of the cum splattered on the couch while he was showering. He did not need to know that I knew, just yet.

Lil’John Gets What He Needs: My ass was burning from Ripper’s drano-styled AIDs cum and brutal fuck as well as whatever else Chester, Brucie, and the other guys who had fucked me that morning had put in my ass with their nutt. Fucking never mind Giovanni and his ‘AIDs-cum-dump-lube’ that scalded the lining of my guts out. Booker was hearing no complaining from me though as he hurried me along so we could get to the next stop on my whore tour – the Central Mission Soup Kitchen. I groaned as I sat on the bed and started to pull my pants up and Booker coughed out a lung full of cigarette smoke as he started laughing at me, “Fuck, what sort of slut are you? All achey and moaney already? Jesus Christ, you just wait. OK, you better peel of some bills and put them in your pocket. No I don’t know how fucking much and give me your ATM card and I’ll hold it for safe keeping. We’ll stop at one on the way back so you can replenish. Oh and better let me set your suitcase in my room. One way or the other that white ass is going to be dicked down all night too and you can’t trust these fuckers, so we’ll make sure your shit doesn’t get snagged. You ready? Come on, Lil’John’s waiting.” My ass clenched, relaxed, and some cum dribbled out as my body reacted to the thought of even more dick. Frankly I was pretty damn happy with how the trip had gone so far. I mean hell, I had taken several loads in my ass and some cum in my guts and it was barely noon. To top it all off, it was all – or mostly all – dirty cum full of AIDs and fuck knows what else. Damn I loved chasing the bug and I wanted more! The bite of the cold air was a slap in the face as Booker and I stepped out of the hotel. It might have been sunny out, but was cold as a witch’s tit. I tried asking Booker about Lil’John and where we were going, but he just flipped the collar up on his coat, hunched his shoulders against the chill wind and walked a little faster down the sidewalk. I hoped it was not far. Sadly we passed a number of folks there on Skid Row who had it far worse than I did and I had to face the guilt I felt for thinking a couple of them I saw might be great, nasty fucks. I didn’t want to take advantage of their bad situation, yet maybe I could help them a little and they could me? A few blocks later we crossed a street and turned right alongside an old, red brick church that had a black, mostly fallen down metal fence that ran the length of it. At the back of the church we turned left into an alley and walked past a line of men who were trying to keep themselves warm in the line outside the soup kitchen door. Booker continued down the alley a bit further, took a right in the next alley, past a couple of trucks, and then opened a door and walked inside a brick building. The warmth was a welcome relief and I could hear the sounds of a busy workplace as the soup kitchen got ready for their lunchtime service. I followed Booker as he made his way through the storage and prep areas and into the swarming mass of people in aprons and little white hats who were busy with the final preparations for the upcoming meal. Booker left me standing on the edge of the swarm as he went off to find my next breeder. I plucked at the back of my jeans where some cum had leaked out and made a cold spot. I then looked around at the kitchen and was amazed at how much food they seemed to be able to prepare in a fairly small place. I then noticed a few of the men who were my type and immediately started thinking nasty thoughts and wondering if they had nice dicks. Damn! There’s that guilt again. I should be thinking about what a nice thing it is they are doing for people in need, not my own selfish wants and desires – oh hell. My ass and pig soul clearly had other intentions. My fantasy thoughts were interrupted as a voice rang through the back, “COME ON FOLKS. LOOK ALIVE LOOK ALIVE. GET THAT CHOW ON THE LINE AND FINISH THE WORK OUT FRONT, COME ON NOW. OUR PEOPLE OUR WAITING AND IF YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED IT IS FUCKING COLD OUT SO WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?” The voice had gotten closer during this short tirade and so had Booker who was weaving in and out of the harried soup kitchen staff making his way back to me. I started to ask him a question when he stepped aside and like a showgirl on the Price is Right waved with his right hand towards the gentleman standing behind him and said, “This is Lil’John.” OMG! No way. I almost laughed in his face. OK, you know how nicknames are usually a pun or the opposite of what someone really is? Well in my mind I had pictured Lil’John as being about 6 foot 5 and 250 pounds or something. Not this time. Lil’John was little. I mean tiny. Short. And there was no fucking way his dick was 11.5 inches! I gave him a wary look as Lil’John stepped forward, grabbed my hand in a vise-grip shake, and said in a low voice, “So, you’re the white muff that’s going to milk my Rican dick for me? Hmm… yeah you got a nice phat ass on you. You two go on back to my office. Let me get the food line rolling, and I’ll be back in a minute.” I rubbed my hand as he let go and took off, the sea of kitchen workers parting to let him through. I turned to Booker and asked, “Too funny. Is Robin Hood showing up next?” Booker elbowed me with a look on his face that told me to shut the fuck up, but I still thought it was funny and chuckled a bit. We made our way down a couple of halls and were stopped part way by a potbellied older guy who knew Booker. They exchanged some quiet words, the guy grabbed at my ass and practically drooled on me as he said, “I got a nice chunk of meat for you.” Booker shook his head, pushed him back and nodded, and we continued on to Lil’John’s office. The office was spotless, sparse, and warm. Booker pointed to a large flag hanging on the wall. “That’s a Marine flag. Lil’John served two tours in Helmand, Afghanistan. Spunky fucker is a dangerous little shit. Good guy for sure. He’s done a lot to get this place set right since he came here.” I had stepped over and was looking at a frame full of medals and other commendations when a voice from the doorway said, “Thank you, I appreciate that.” Booker and I both turned to see Lil’John as he stepped in, closed the office door, locked it, and started to peal off his clothes. Lil’John continued, “I love my work. I love my country. I serve them both well. Lunch is under way so I’m not needed for the next hour or so. My folks have it under control. I think it’s time to skip right to desert and I’m in the mood for some vanilla cake.” With speed and efficiency Lil’John got buck-ass naked, and his clothes were folded and piled neatly in a chair to the side. He grinned at me as he stroked his dick twice, slapped it a couple times, and then smiled as my eyes got big watching his Rican dick grow and expand. Fuck! It looked like he should fall over with that big thing hanging off him like that. The Marine in him came out as he ordered, “Get those clothes off,” and then turned to Booker and said, “You know I’m a freak and like to be watched. Stick around and keep that cell of yours handy. I plan to give you some good money shots of this muff turning inside out.” Lil’John then walked over to one of the windows, yanked on the cord and pulled up the mini-blinds. He did this twice more, flooding the room with light and creating a peep show for anyone in the buildings across the street who cared to watch. He then walked over to me, roughly pulled me against his body, and began chewing on my nipples. I squirmed and grimaced as he bit my nipples hard, then he stopped, reached up and twisted and tweaked them and clearly enjoyed making me squirm. Lil’John laughed at my discomfort and said, “I have a hard time finding a nympho who can take my Rican cannon. I keep getting told I fuck too long, too hard, too rough. Not today, no, not today. Got a nice white, dirty onion ass right here all wet up.” He paused as he stepped over to his desk, opened a drawer, then pulled out a day-glow-green rubber ring that he slid down his shaft and snapped it around the base. His dick immediately got a little darker, stiffer, and harder and he smiled as I looked at the one-eyed monster. He then demanded, “GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES AND SUCK IT – YEAH CHOKE ON MY SHIT – GAG FOR ME FAG BOY – OPEN THAT THROAT UP – HA HA NO YOU DON’T NEED TO BREATHE TO SUCK DICK – YOU GETTING PICTURES OF THIS MAN? PINK LIPS STRETCHED ON MY RICAN SHAFT, TASTING MY RIPE UNCUT DICK. GIVE YOU SOME RANK OLD PENIS BREATH. HA! TASTE MY DICK DROOL YET? I CAN’T HEAR YOU? WHAT’S THAT? YOUR MOUTH FULL? HA!” Snot was running out of my nose, spit and gut juice spread down my chin and onto my chest in thick strands and Lil’John banged my throat. “GOOD BOY. SUCK DADDY. YEAH GOT MY FUTURE-EX-WIFE RIGHT HERE. FUCKING GOOD COCK SUCKER.” I was light headed and felt like the room was spinning as Lil’John held me in a vice grip and forced his dick inside my throat. He then began pulling it back and pushing in hard, pulling back and pushing in, scraping my tonsils and throat walls, forcing my gag reflex to retreat. When I felt like I was going to pass out he withdrew all the way, bent forward a little, looked me in the eyes and said, “Spit in my hand.” It took me a second to register and to get my mouth and throat to work right, but I did. “Again,” he said. This time he smiled, held his hand up to Booker who’s phone took a couple shots, then Lil’John held his down to me and said, “GOT THAT THROAT BLOODY AND RAW. LICK IT UP. GOOD BITCH. NOW GET ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES SUCK ON HIS DICK WHILE I MAKE YOUR MUFF MATCH AND GIVE YOU A PAIR OF HOLES PERFECT FOR SEEDING.” Booker clearly liked what he had been watching as his warty dick was slick with precum as he sat down in a chair in front of me and guided my tender throat to him. Lil’John was now behind me and like Ripper before him, was spearing my tender ass with his fingers, digging at my ass lips, gut walls, and making my insides scream. “OH HELL THAT HOLE IS DRIPPING WETT ALREADY. LOOK AT THAT. RIPPER MAY HAVE SPREAD YOU OPEN, BUT I WILL PLANT MY LOAD MUCH DEEPER. I’M SO FUCKING BACKED UP,” Lil’John warned me, “I PLAN TO GIVE THAT CUNT A SEIZURE. WHAT DO YOU THINK BOOKER? THINK THIS WHITE MUFF IS PRIMED AND READY FOR A RICAN RAPE DOWN? A LITTLE MARINE BASIC TRAINING?” I didn’t have a chance to hear Booker’s reply as with a yell of, “OO-RAH! OO-RAH! OO-RAH!” Lil’John grabbed onto my ass cheeks and slammed his long Rican dick into my turned out ass. Lucky for me Booker’s dick did not fill my throat to the max so I could breathe and gasp from the shock and pain, but there was no getting away and frankly I didn’t want to. I wanted his dirty dick in my mouth and I wanted that monster Rican dick to tear me up on the inside and push all the cum I had in there deeper and deeper. Lil’John must have watched some Machofucker movies before because that’s how he fucked – hard, rough, deep, with no mercy. He took the cell from Booker, snapped some shots of him stroking my hole, handed the phone back and then went to town. “FUCKING LITTLE FAG NYMPHO! GIVE ME WHAT I NEED!” Lil’John exclaimed as I arched my back silently begging for him to run me through. “YEAH NO WORRIES ABOUT A TAP OUT HERE. SHIT! THAT MUFF TAKING EVERY INCH OF MY MOTHER-FUCKING-DICK! BURIED DEEP PAST THAT THIRD HOLE. FEEL MY HUSTLE AND FLOW. BIG FUCKING SLOPPY CUNT. FUCK DIRTY BITCH. OO-RAH! HERE IT COMES - OO-RAH! GOING TO CUM IN THAT HOLE - OO-RAH! MAKING THAT MUFF MINE - OO-RAH! OH FUCK YEAH – SPEARING THOSE GUTS - OO-RAH! OO…..” Lil’John was speechless as he blew wad after wad of his backed up load past my third hole. I felt his dick quiver deep in my stomach, and his whole body shook as he kept unloading. Well that was all too much for Booker who spat his nutt down my throat and I got filled with warm man juice from both ends. Lil’John was breathing heavy as he slid out of my ass. I turned around and eagerly devoured his now, somewhat softer, dick. Fuck nothing in the world tastes better than that! He then pushed me back by my shoulders, let out a big, “WHEW!” then looked at the floor and pointed to the large spot of precum that had streamed out of my dick as I was bing fucked and said, “Lick that shit up. You don’t dirty up my floors and you better use that tongue on any other spots you see too.” I was busy lapping up the floor as Booker and Lil’John got dressed. When I was finished I used the chair to help myself stand up and moaned and groaned as my knees hurt, my back ached, my throat was sore, and my ass felt like a nuclear warhead had gone off in it. I guess it had really. Toxic fallout. Lil’John stepped behind me and started rubbing his bulge against my ass. “You’re bad. So fucking bad. If I didn’t have to get back out front to the line I’d have ripped you a 4th hole and run a marathon in that ass – damn! Well Booker my man, as always, you set up some good shit. Send me those snaps now and if you can work it out, make a return trip.” Lil’John left the office, Booker opened a drawer in his desk and before I could get dressed he came over, had me turn around, and then using a Sharpie he started writing on my lower back. He then had me bend forward and took a few pics on his phone and when I stood up I asked, “What the fuck is that about?” Booker just smiled, stuck his index finger in my mouth and with a fingernail scraped my gum. I flinched, he took his finger out, and held up the camera and showed me the words he had written on my back: $5 FOR CUM “What the fuck is that for?” I asked. Booker handed me my clothes and said, “We need to make a stop on the way to get some change, but in about 30 minutes Brucie will have lined up some monster homeless dicks at an abandoned building nearby where they hang out. All big. All dirty. All of them are going to fuck your nasty hole and for every load of cum they give you, you are going to pay them $5.” We stepped back out into the cold winter air and I shivered not from the cold, but from excitement. I knew all my bug chasing dreams were coming true and the proof was in the latest load that was seeping out of my open ass as my well-fucked hole twitched in anticipation as we headed to our next destination.

I was back in town for my 10 year high school reunion. It was the first time I had been back since I helped my parents move almost seven years earlier. That occasion was also the last time I saw and got fucked by Gary. I have been keeping in touch with him every since we graduated. He was outted to his mother just before graduation, she kicked him out, he moved into an apartment and got on with his life. A few days after he got kicked out I stopped by his apartment to see how he was doing, one thing lead to another, Gary popped my cherry. But that is a story for another day. Gary was a cute nerdy guy, 5’6” 115 pounds, sandy hair with killer green eyes and a nice thick, cut 6.5” cock. I was an still am a runner, 5’11” 145 pounds blond with blue eyes and a cut 6” cock but not as thick as Gary’s. He was elated when I told him I was coming to town for the reunion and begged for me to stay with him. Yeah, he just wanted to save me some money for a hotel. Right. LOL I rang the doorbell, Gary answered wearing dark green nylon shorts and a white t-shirt and looking exactly like he did in HS although a little gaunt. I entered kicked off my flip flops, we hugged, I bent down, we kissed with Gary pushing his tongue in my mouth which I sucked on. Not sure how long we sucked face but we did break the kiss and Gary’s bulge under his shorts showed he was happy to see me. That or he was just horny to fuck my ass. We sat on the couch, started chit chat but I couldn’t keep my eyes of his bulge. He was rubbing his cock through his shorts, I was transfixed by it, that bulge of his took me back to when I first saw his cock, back to when Gary took my virginity. Thinking back on how perfect his cock was, how it hurt at first, then felt great as he pounded my ass and exploded inside me. I licked my lips, I felt someone shaking me, I came back to reality. Gary was laughing at me saying “You must have taken a vacation 'cause you stopped talking, and have had a vacant look all the time you've been licking your lips. What were you thinking about? My dick? Were you thinking about the first time I fucked you?” I looked at him, gave a sheepish smile and answered "Yeah, that was exactly what I was thinking.” He rubbed his cock some more then pulled the waist band down and his cock popped out. “Why don’t you get down there and get reacquainted with my dick?" I took my shirt off, got on my knees, pulled his shorts all the way off, he spread his legs, I got between them and licked the head of his cock. A little precum formed on the tip, I licked it up and started sucking on his dick. I was enjoying the feeling of his dick slipping between my lips, sliding across my tongue, burying my nose in his pubes. Gary grabbed my head and started face fucking me for a short time, he stopped I buried his cock in my throat, vacuum sucking his cock. He slid his hands down my back, stopping at my ass, grabbing each cheek and squeezing. Quietly he ordered me to unbutton my shorts. I pulled off his cock, unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts then resumed sucking his dick. His hands slid under my shorts caressing my butt, his fingers deftly playing with my crack causing a long moan to escape me. "It's time for your ass to welcome my cock," Gary commented. With that he pulled me off his cock and gestured for me to stand, drop my shorts, and follow him into the bedroom. Once there I turned to kiss him, made a grab for his shirt to take it off, he slapped my hand away and chuckled saying “That’s for later.” Weird, but then he pushed me back on the bed and we started making out again so I forgot it. His hard cock pressed against me, he started a rhythmic rocking motion, I spread my legs and bent my knees up, causing his cock to start sliding up my crack giving him access to my ass. Gary looked into my eyes and asked "You ready for me to fuck you, to slide my bare hard cock into your body, to share my special gift, to make you part of me forever?” "Oh, fuck yeah, Gary. I want you in my ass. I want you to fuck me.” He grabbed the insides of my knees, pushed them back toward my head, I reached up and held them for him as he smeared some lube on his cock and my hole. He lined his hard, bare cock with my hole and pushed in causing both of us to moan, he feed me half his cock, pulled out then slid back in, deeper, repeated until he was balls deep in my ass. “My precum is coating your guts, making it slippery for the ass pounding I am going to give you. I'll keep thrusting until my cock explodes in you, spreading my DNA to you, giving you that special gift.” He was fucking me all the while, his cock sliding in and out of my guts. He put my legs on his shoulders and really started fucking me, changing his speed from short rabbit thrusts to long slow deep penetration to an all out assault on my hole. We were both cover in sweat his shirt sticking to him, said he was getting really close, then he growled and started rabbit fucking again, I felt his cock swell, he made several quick thrusts followed by a hard lunge, more quick thrusts and hard lunge as his cock was exploding deep in my guts. He laid on top of me, I could feel his heart beating, his spent cock still inside me, stayed hard. He smiled, kissed me remarking "That's round one. I can definitely keep fucking," and with that he resumed fucking me, his cock making squishing noise as he slid in on the first load he had deposited in my ass. He pulled out, grabbed my hips and twisted, I rolled over on all fours, assumed the position head down, ass up. Gary slid back in, fucking his first load deep into my guts, reading my mind he said “I am forcing my DNA babies into your guts with every thrust of my cock, my gift will find a home in you; you will carry me with you forever.” He began pounding my ass harder than the first time, he didn’t vary his tempo this time, he just kept at it. He started slowing down, pulled out and told me to get on my back, I flipped over, spread my legs pulling them up, he grabbed my ankles and started thrusting again, more urgent, more intense like he was on a mission. He asked if I wanted his load again, I said yes. With that he pulled off his sweat soaked shirt, resumed fucking, that is when I noticed a biohazard symbol on his left pec and a scorpion on his right. The scorpion had a red drop coming from the stinger. I knew what those represented, Gary saw my look, smiled and said I told you I wanted to give you my gift, you spread your legs giving me access to your ass, letting me bare fuck you, besides it is too late. With the first fuck I tore you up. I saw blood on my cock, so I know my DNA is already invading your body." I just stared at him, many emotions flashed past in an instant but I was feeling his cock sliding in and out my ass, his handsome face glistening with sweat, I gave in to the fuck, accepted what had happened and let Gary make me one with him. A few minutes later he dropped his second charged load in my ass.

So I was 20 and vacationing in Provincetown for my first time. I certainly was no angel and had had plenty of sex before. In fact, I was a bottom extraordinaire. I could take big dick, I had been fisted, I was kinky – I loved dom/sub play and piss play and spanking, etc. I thought I could play with the big boys. I was pretty big myself. I mean, I was 6’, lean and muscular, thick 8” cock that I never used, and nice round bubble butt from playing soccer throughout middle school and high school. People said that I looked like Ashton Kutcher right down to my mop of hair. I was hoping for some hot guys to really work me over in Ptown. I had never expected him. It was late one night…I had already been out to whatever dance party had happened that night. After the bars closed at 1:00 A.M. (Massachusetts state law), and I had hung around outside of Spiritus Pizza. I didn’t eat any, of course. I mean, I had gone out already prepped to bottom hoping to be taken home and get my brains fucked out. I still held onto that hope and didn’t want greasy pizza fucking with my stomach. But no one that I was meeting or talking with was doing it for me. I contemplated hitting the Dick Dock –a place in Ptown where you go to have anonymous sex – but I didn’t have the courage. As much as that kind of dirty sex seemed hot, I didn’t want to catch anything. So I hung out with my friends for a little bit longer and then headed back to where I was staying. By now it was about 3:00 A.M. As I walked, I opened Scruff on my phone to take one last look around and that’s when I saw his pic. A tight torso in a leather harness giving the thumbs up with a goofy smirk on his face. A face that was rugged and cute all at the same time. His body was jock built – large pecs cut into his chest and eight lean ripped abs covered with a dusting of brown hair; thick biceps and cut triceps totally defined even just giving a thumbs up. My cock stirred in my shorts as I read his profile: P4N Age 38 Height 6’2” Weight 195 I’m the top, you’re the bottom, that’s the end of the discussion. If you say yes on here and show up, you take it the way I give it to you. It’s big and there will be no whining. If you tell me you say you’re into something, be into it cuz we will be doing it whether you chicken out or not. Be hot, be ready, and be real. Now don’t be a pussy and hit me up. I couldn’t type fast enough… Me: Hey sir, hot profile and pic. What’s going on? No response. I unlocked my pix, still no response. It had been almost 10 minutes, and I was almost home. Ugh, I wanted dick. I had almost given up, when there it was…1 message from P4N. P4N: tight hole? Me: Very tight. P4N: can it take 9? Me: Yessir, no problem. P4N: you have ff, piss, and being submissive in your profile Me: Yessir. P4N: you neg? Me: Yessir, tested right before I came here. P4N: host? Fuck, fuck, fuck!! I couldn’t host. And clearly, neither could he. I was going to lose this hot fuck to not having a place to go. Shit! Me: I can’t, sir. Nothing. No response. I was home, but I wanted to stall. I sat down on the front steps of my rental house and waited. Finally – P4N: i’ll fuck you in the parking lot of my b&b Me: What? P4N: take it or leave it. sending you the location. let me know your eta. And with that, he sent me his location. I had never done anything like this before…but isn’t that what I wanted? A guy to really challenge me and work me over. I had to do it. Me: 10 minutes. P4N: see you then. I started walking, butterflies in my stomach stirring as I approached his inn. I found the place and walked around the building to get to the parking lot. It was a small gravel parking lot and I couldn’t see anyone else there. There was only one street light about 50 feet away from the cars. That’s when he stepped out from behind a pick-up truck wearing nothing but a harness – a different one from his pic. He was stroking his cock already and it was huge. I realized I had never asked for a pic of it, but he hadn’t lied. It was a solid nine and really thick and veiny. He gestured me over to him with his head. I quickly walked over to him and said, “Hi. Glad this worked out.” He took me by the shoulders and pushed me to my knees saying, “Shut up. You’re here to take dick, not make friends.” My knees hit the gravel but I didn’t have time to think about the scrapes because he moved one of his hands to my head and lined his cock up with my mouth with his other hand. Before I knew it his fat cock was jammed into my face, skull fucking me. It all happened so quickly but he wrapped my hair into his fingers and roughly pulled and yanked my mouth on and off his cock. His cock tasted funny. I couldn’t place it and I didn’t mind, but it didn’t taste like what I was used to. My throat struggled to keep up with his assault. I gagged and sputtered, saliva flying everywhere and soaking my shirt. His big balls swung and hit my chin over and over. I looked up and saw him tweaking his own nipple with his head thrown back, eyes closed. He had no concern or regard for me. He was probably thinking about somebody else. He was really just using me. I loved it and was rock hard. “That’s right, bitch. Open that mouth cunt, you stupid whore.” He slammed harder into my face and felt my uvula bruise. It wouldn’t be until the next day when I looked in the mirror and saw it hanging there all black and blue that I would realize that that’s what happened. Finally, he threw me off his cock. I landed on my ass, my hands scraping the gravel. I didn’t realize how much he was pulling my hair until this release and my head hurt. He aggressively approached me and pulled my shirt over my head, discarding it next to the tire of the car we were in front of. “Get up, cunt,” he ordered and I scrambled to my feet. He easily lifted me up and plopped me on the trunk of the car, my loosely tied tennis shoes falling off my feet to the ground. “Is this your car?” I asked, unaware of how ridiculous that question was. The problem was that I was still under the impression that I was a person to him. I wasn’t. I was a bottom. “Fuck no,” was his only response, and with that he yanked my underwear and shorts down to my knees. So there I was on some car in a parking lot on my back with my legs up, my shorts and underwear at my knees. He spit a few times on my hole and rubbed his saliva soaked cock against it. I had never been fucked without lube before. He started pushing in and I tried to relax. I started to moan and wail as he ripped into my pucker. Most guys loved my ass and reveled in licking and playing with my young pink hole to open me up, but he was only interested in getting his dick into it. His hand clamped over my mouth and he continued to impale me with all 9 inches. “That’s right, slut. That’s what it’s for. It’s for cock. It’s for cum.” My eyes widened and I looked up at him … or rather, the part of him I could see around my shorts and underwear. I had never let a guy cum in me before. He saw my look. He chuckled, “First time getting bred, huh?” I nodded furiously under the hand over my mouth. “Tough shit, not your choice. You read my profile.” And with that he stabbed my wrecked guts with a two extremely deep thrusts. I was in shock and extreme pain, but this guy was fucking me in a way I can’t describe. I could feel my ass being pulled out of my body every time he withdrew and I could feel my insides being tossed aside when he rammed it home. He hit spots that I didn’t know I had. I was didn’t know how much I could take but I never wanted it to stop. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of me. I squeaked with agony, but didn’t have time to think about my throbbing asshole because he threw me to my knees again and shoved his slimy cock into my mouth. I sucked and slobbered, tasting his precum and my innards all over this beautiful cock. “Fuck yeah, eat your ass off my dick, bitch. All those ass juices. Taste both of those asses on my dick. Fuck yeah.” Both of those asses? I didn’t have much time to think. He pulled my up by my arms and bent me over the trunk of the car. In one thrust, he buried his nine inches in my bubble butt and clamped a hand over my mouth, muffling my scream. He went back to fucking me and once my screaming had subsided, he moved the hand to my hair and used my shaggy mop as reins, fucking me like a whore. “Goddamn, yeah. You are tight but it’s a big ass once you get inside. You know that? You have a whore’s ass once you get past that pucker. Not like the slut I fucked before you got here, he was tight through and through.” “W-w-what?” I stuttered in between thrusts, my voice shaking. “That’s why I can’t host, he’s still in my bed sleeping. Didn’t want to wake him up. Could you taste is ass on my dick? Feel his ass juices inside your ass? His ass was all over my dick this whole time, cunt.” I couldn’t believe I had allowed this. I was just another hole…and I had no idea who this other guy was…and I had juice from deep inside of him in my mouth and in my ass. “You didn’t tell me that,” I said. He slapped my ass hard. I yelped, knowing he left a red mark. “You didn’t ask, slut. In fact, you didn’t ask much. I asked all the questions and now you’re getting what you wanted. I’m gonna’ knock you up and tag you, you stupid cunt.” I moaned and whimpered as he sawed into my ass cunt harder and harder. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” I started to chant as I felt him balloon inside of me. “Do you know what that means, faggot?” he asked me. “Yes,” I whined. “It means you’re going to cum in me, sir.” “More than that, little boy,” he growled. “I’m going to poz you, you fucking cum catch.” I started to panic and claw the car, but he held me firmly in place, fucking into me like a dog. “But – but – but – you said you were neg!” “No, I didn’t,” he started slapping my ass repeatedly. “I asked YOU if YOU were neg. I never said I was.” He was right. I remembered the conversation now…I had assumed he was asking to make sure I wouldn’t give him anything, but he was asking to make sure that he WOULD give me something. I kept clawing the car but there was nothing I could do. His voice went to almost a whisper, “You’re not tight any more, cum dump. You’re so fucking loose now, so fucking loose. Like a loose cunt. And I’m going to impregnate you with my fucking strain. And you’re going to love it. Say it, say it.” “I’m going to love it,” I cried. “I don’t believe you,” he slapped my ass some more – I was definitely going to be bruised. “Tell me you want that toxic seed.” “Please don’t. Please.” “Doesn’t it feel good?” he asked. Slap! Slap! Slap! “Yes, I love it! It feels amazing! But I don’t want to get sick, please…” “Beg me to keep fucking you!” he barked. I just grunted and took his violent pounding. He pulled my hard and spit on my back, “Start begging or I stop fucking you and go back inside.” I couldn’t let that happen. He was giving me the fucking of my life and my ass was loving it. “Please,” I offered. “Please what, bitch?” he barked. “Please, please keep fucking me.” “Fuck you, I’m gonna’ stop. Grab your shit and go.” He started to slide out of my hole. “No, please. Please sir…I’m begging you. I love your cock in me. Please keep fucking me. I’m a worthless piece of shit faggot that wants your cock in me, please!” He slid back in, knocking through my second sphincter, “That’s better, slut.” I was still scared to death of his cum so I added, “Just please, I don’t want you to cum in me.” Slap! Slap! Slap! I yelled out as he wrecked my hole and smacked my ass. “Who fucking cares what you want, cock sleeve. Get ready for my poz nut, bitch!” And with that he punched me on the ass, making me clench and pulled me back by the hair close so that my ear was by his mouth. He let out a series of guttural grunts and I felt his cock pulse against my sensitive ass walls. I counted six, seven, eight, nine shots as his cum hit the deepest parts of my hole. And this was his second cum shot in just a few hours??? Jesus! As he continued to fuck his load into me, I felt my own dick jerk and shoot all over the trunk of the car. Another first. I had never cum hands free before. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Feel that poisonous cum drench your pussy. It’s giving you my babies, cunt. You got my sick in you now. You’re mine, all mine.” As our breathing started to even out, he said, “Now hold still…” I felt warmth rush into me. “W-what—“ “You said you were into piss. And I need to piss.” He was peeing in my ass, bloating my insides. I moaned and cooed feeling his steaming urine fill me up. “Okay,” he said. “I’m going to pull out. Clench your ass so you don’t lose a drop.” I did as I was told and squeezed my hole as he pulled out, keeping his piss in me. Once he was fully out, he gently pulled up my underwear and shorts so that they were back on me. Then he turned me around and for the first time, kissed me, pinning me against the car. I loved having his mouth on mine but something seemed off. Then I realized what it was. He had me pinned and as he kissed me, he used his hand to press against my abdomen. My eyes shot open, bulging as he continued to cram his tongue into my mouth. I tried to fight him off, but he was too powerful. All the strength from his huge bicep and tricep was focused on my bloated insides. I moaned and whined trying to make him stop but his eyes just locked on mine viciously. He smiled as he continued to kiss me and push on my stomach. I was clenching my ass and trying to keep from letting all of the body fluids in my cunt from pouring out, but he wasn’t having it. He just kept pressing and then suddenly he drew his hand back and stabbed it forward catching me off guard. All of his piss and his cum shot out of my wrecked ass, drenching my underwear and my shorts. He stopped kissing me and stepped back to watch my shorts turn darker from the explosion and see his piss and cum drip down my bare legs. I let out a mortified moan and looked at him with teary eyes. I looked up at him and he was just smiling smugly, laughing at me. “So pathetic…” he laughed under his breath. I thought he was done humiliating me, but he wasn’t. He took aim at my shirt on the ground and started to piss all over it. “That’s my shirt, man!” I squeaked out. “I know what the fuck it is,” he grabbed me by the arm to prevent me from getting it out of his line of fire. “You said you liked piss, I’m giving you piss.” And with that he stopped his stream and then fired his urine into both of my shoes that had landed on the ground when he first lifted me onto the trunk of the car. Finally, he stopped peeing and he said, “Get into your shoes.” I just stood there so he repeated with more force, “Get into your fucking shoes, bitch.” I stepped into my piss-soaked shoes. They were drenched, squishing with his piss every time I changed my weight from one foot to the other. “Now get your shirt, cum dump,” he ordered. I picked up my shirt, completely wet and dripping with his stinking urine. “Wait, before you put it on…wring it out over your head.” “No sir, please…” He scoffed, “You bitches are all the same. You say you’re submissive and that you’re into shit, but you just chicken out in the end. So fucked up.” And he started to walk away. I felt like a failure. “Wait sir,” I said. He turned back and I lifted my shirt above my head and twisted it until cascades of his rank urine fell over me drenching my hair, stinging my eyes, and running in rivulets down my torso. I wanted to cry. This was the most used I had ever felt. “Stick your tongue out, cunt,” he said, dissatisfied. As I continued to ring the shirt out over my head, I stuck my tongue out and tried to catch some of his piss in my mouth. I turned my head up and let it fall directly into my swollen lips and drank him. When the waterfall of urine finally stopped, I looked back at him for approval. He nodded and said, “Put your shirt on, fuck hole.” I did as he said and slid the shirt on which much difficulty. There I stood, covered head to toe in piss and cum, my ass walls covered in poz seed, and without having cum myself. “Now you can go home,” he told me. “Can I clean up first…just a little?” I had always assumed he would let me use his bathroom after all of this. “Fuck no. I don’t want to wake my buddy.” “But what if I run into people. Or my housemates when I get home or—“ “I could give a shit, you stupid cunt. So what if they know what you are. You shouldn’t do it unless you’re willing to own it. Now go walk through the streets covered in my cum and piss and take whatever humiliation comes with it. Pretty good cunt by the way.” And with that, he turned and walked back to the house. I never saw him again. On my walk home – which thankfully, it was almost 5:00 A.M. so I only had to deal with two or three guys passing me and laughing when they thought I was out of ear shot. I tried to find him on Scruff to say that I had a good time and would love to do it again, but I couldn’t find him in my messages or in my views…which only meant one thing. He walked back to his house and immediately blocked me. I had been treated like a whore before but this was extreme. I immediately opened Grindr to see if he was there, and sure enough he was. I messaged him: Hey sir, I had a great time. Would love to do it again. Within a minute, his profile disappeared from my screen. He had blocked me there too. He was done with me. As I would find out a month later, he had pozzed me, and he was done with me. And I haven’t stopped thinking about him since. The end.

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.

Part 1: The Revelation I'm not the best writer, so please forgive me if I jump around a bit. I want to tell you about what happened to my friend, Ahmed. You're probably thinking of some middle-eastern dude, but Ahmed looks just as white as any Abercrombie model you might see. His dad was white and his mom was arabic. He got the beset of all of those genes. Well, that all probably doesn't matter. A few weeks ago, Ahmed confessed in me that he had sex with a guy with HIV. I guess I am writing this to sort out my feelings and warn others from making decisions they may be contemplating. I was shocked and disappointed when Ahmed told me about it. I'll try to recreate some of the discussion as best I can. "Did he cum in you?" I asked him. Ahmed looked down and spoke softly, clearly ashamed. "Yeah, but it was an accident." That seemed very doubtful so I pressed him, "bullshit, someone doesn't accidentally cum in you!" I challenged him. I didn't think it was possible for him to seem even more embarrassed, but his frown extended and he started to fidget. "He said he would pull out, and he did ..." Ahmed paused with growing discomfort, "but when he came, it still went into my hole." "What are you talking about? How can that happen?" I asked Ahmed incredulously. Ahmed seemed more annoyed than ashamed when he explained what happened. "For christ sake, Sonjay, he was hung!" he said as if answering my question. I didn't get it. "So?!" His annoyance grew. I could tell I was upsetting him because he called me Sonjay, instead of Jay. (Not that it matters, but I have an arabic parent too, but look "white". I hate being reminded of my given name, though.) "Look, when a guy with a huge dick fucks you and then pulls out, your hole can stay open," he tried to clarify. Honestly, I never heard of anything of the sort. And Ahmed and I played around when we were younger and I remember I couldn't even get a pinky into his hole. So, this was even harder to believe. He saw the continued puzzled look on my face and tried explaining in it differenty, "he gaped my hole, okay? He fucked me hard, and made my asshole gape, and then when he came, some of his cum shot into me. Got it?" I nodded immediately. It sounded odd, but I didn't want to keep pressing the issue. I wanted to be supportive. "So that's how you got cum inside you?" I asked him. Again, shame came over Ahmed when he answered, "the first time .." "The first time?!" I asked, realizing my voice was raised. I could see the pain in his face, and I tried to calm myself and be supportive, "okay, sorry, I'm just shocked. So he came in you more than once. How many times did he fuck you?" Ahmed's shame seemed to subside some. It was almost as if he wanted to re-tell the story at this point. "He fucked my five times and came inside me all five times." It was a long pause. I tried to process it all. Ahmed tried to justify his actions, "you don't understand, Jay, he's soo hot, and I don't know, I just couldn't say no to him. And I figured he did it once already, and I probably got hiv from him, so I dunno .." he trailed off. It was clear I wasn't understanding or approving of it. "You're smarter than this," I assured him, "I mean, you're in med school. You know how dangerous this disease is," I tried to plead with him. "I know," he said, but remained tight-lipped. "And he wants to see me again tonight." "Well, you're definitely not seeing him," I informed Ahmed. He was slow to respond, "No, of course not," he said. But I didn't believe him. His voice lacked conviction. I decided to change the topic. My stomach was starting to churn. "How did you even meet him?" Ahmed pointed to his phone on the table in front of him, "on grindr." He picked up the phone, opened the app, and within moments showed me pictures of his new "friend." I have to admit, he was surprisingly handsome and very healthy .. well very fit looking. Ahmed quickly swiped his screen, and it took me a few moments to realize what I was looking at. "He's got an enormous dick," Ahmed said, perhaps to help inform me as to what I was looking at. "It's like 9 and a half inches and thick!" I almost detected a hint of excitement in Ahmed's voice. I wanted to yell at him, but I kept myself calm. He swiped back and I saw his profile's headline just before he locked his phone, "who wants it?" I turned my attention to my Ahmed, "look, I don't understand all of this, but I'm your friend. And I will support you. But, as a friend, you have to tell me that you're going to learn from this, okay?" Ahmed nodded silently. "Now, let's get you tested first thing tomorrow morning, okay?" Again, Ahmed nodded silently. He seemed distant and far away. Well, that's how this all started. I'll continue this later. - Jay

Today I spent another Sunday morning with my friend from last weekend and his roommate. This time I arrived clean and lubed already, and they were waiting for me naked in their living room. We never made it to the bedroom. My host - the guy I originally went there to hook up with - opened the door and like last weekend, his roommate was sitting on the sofa. Unlike last weekend, though, this time the roommate was stroking his long, thick cock. I pulled out my brown bottle and took a couple of hits before kneeling in front of him and taking that perfect hog into my mouth. In no time my host's hands were on my ass. I had prepared for this not only by cleaning out and pre-lubing my hole, but by wearing nothing but a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt. He quickly pulled the shorts down around my knees and with no warning, rammed his already-hard cock into my tight hole. It took me by surprise and the pain made me instinctively pull away from him. He hadn't lubed his shaft and the burning sensation was a little too much to bear, and I whimpered around his roommate's shaft. Thankfully, he reached for a bottle of lube on the end table next to the sofa and poured a generous stream onto his cock before stroking it to spread the lube around. He was no more gentle the second time he entered me, but this time the combination of my anticipating him and the extra lube let him slide right in, until his balls were slapping against mine. He began to vigorously pump his cock in and out of my tight, eager hole. Meanwhile, his roommate pumped his cock in and out of my throat, holding my head in place and letting me breathe only after 3 or 4 good thrusts. His cock was so thick I hadn't been sure last weekend that it would fit in my throat, but my some miracle he slid down with ease, until his balls touched my chin. When he allowed me to come up for air I could see the growing wet spot under him as my saliva ran in a river down his shaft and around his balls. They were coated in a thick, slippery layer of spit that I eagerly lapped at when given the chance. My host's pace suddenly quickened and his breathing got faster. I knew he was getting close to cumming in my hole, and I was a tad disappointed that I would be denied the simultaneous orgasms the roommates had had last weekend. My host gripped my hips tightly as his cock spasmed in my hole, and he dumped his load deep inside me. "My turn," his roommate said immediately, and I knew that he had been saving himself to experience my ass too. My host withdrew his cock and I heard a few drips of his cum on the wood floor. He was big, but his roommate was bigger, and I took a few deep hits from my brown bottle while the roommate got off the sofa and positioned himself on his knees behind me. My host took his roommate's place on the sofa, guiding my mouth to his half-hard shaft, which tasted of lube and cum and ass. It was delicious! As his cock slid into my mouth, his roommate's cock invaded my hole and stretched me to an extent I never thought possible! But I took it all, to my amazement, and it felt incredible! It didn't take long before he, too, was gripping my hips and shuddering as he dumped his load deep inside me. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. "Unbelievable!" "Told you, didn't I?" my host asked his roommate. With that, the roommate sat next to my host on the sofa and I alternately worked both of their cocks with my mouth, hoping they would be up for another go. My host's cock started getting hard again after about 15 minutes - but I'll save what happened next for another post!

Buddy of mine and I went partying last weekend. Out in the city, took some X, went to my place got naked and fucked... Het bred me 3 times before we went to sleep. After 2 hours, he woke up, bred me again and fell asleep. A few hours we both woke up and took another 2 hours of fucking, including him breeding me two times.. Good way to start the new year

*First post here* Hooked up with two guys off craigslist last night, I hosted in a hotel room. Took one after the other. First guy pulled out and nutted on my ass, second guy used it as lube and came inside me. Very hot time.

Here's me swallowing my own cum, I love it. Hate to see it go to waste!

I went to the out of the way cinema yesterday afternoon & got loaded up by a good 8 inches - guy had a cocking on too - i took him in to a booth sucked him for a bit bent over & he jack hammered that fucker in to me, no bs about where i wanted his load & soon enough i could feel his cock pulsating & spraying my insides with his cum, He left a nice cummy hole for me to finger.

Horned up from the holiday weekend, I decided to make a run to a cruise park on the other side of town late yesterday afternoon. I didn't have much time since it closes at sunset. Load 1: Middle aged Caucasian, 5'10"ish, 7.5 cut. Started out sucking him and he started playing with my pre-lubed hole on a wooded trail. "BINGO". After a few minutes I turned around, bent over and presented to him. He plunged right in, no words, no questions, no bs. Fucked me about 3 minutes before grinding his load into me. Pulled up my track pants (required attire for these situations), thanked him (I always do that first), and got on my way into the waning daylight. Load 2: In another area close by that stays open later, sucked off a guy in his SUV. Huskular white bear, beer can thick cock about 7.5" long that I took to the root. He held my head down as he sprayed his salty load directly down my throat. Load 3: Gorgeous mid 20's twink with nice tattoos, and about 8" rock hard hit me up on Grindr and wanted to breed my ass quickly. Of course! His apartment was 2 miles away. Took his load in his barely furnished living room on my knees on the floor. Load 4: A guy I had cruised around in the car hit me up on Grindr and wanted to breed. He actually contacted me as I was heading to #3's place. Told him what I was doing and he said he'd wait. Met him in still another part of the general area at a boat ramp. Hairy, athletic, 8" cut that you could chip a tooth on. Sucked him off a bit but realized he had a hair trigger and could shoot any second. So I turn around as he's leaning on his car and get that long cock inside me. He had to stop a couple of times so he didn't cum too quickly. When I turned on the "ass muscle" setting, it sent him over the edge, asking me "Do you want it?" I said "YUUUUUP!" Nothing like getting bred outside while looking up at the constellations on a clear cold winter's night.

Part 8 On the bus back home, Josh had lots of time to contemplate the trigger he just pulled: Not even out to most people in his life, he just had sex on camera with another man. And it wasn’t just porn, it would be perceived as pretty fucked up porn to most of the world: he begged for, and probably got, multiple STDs on film. But ever since he’d read that ad online, with the photo of Luke, he knew this was what he wanted. He pulled it up on his smart phone as the bus barreled down the highway towards his hometown: Neg Jock Sought for BB Porn Top $$ paid for neg jock to be fucked bare on film. Likely to be a bug chasing fetish blockbuster, we’re seeking a hot guy to take it in the ass raw by this radioactive jock (see pic attached). Likely exposure to HIV, Herpes, Gonorrhea, Syphilis, and more. Potential for sequels, porn stardom, and lots of cash. That ad, placed by Steve, led to countless chats online, pics exchanged, cam sessions and more, to the point of Josh finding him self lusting for Luke’s cum all day and night. He grinned, moving his backpack over his lap to cover his growing erection. Luke was everything he’d imagined him to be. His body was like a Greek statue, muscled and veiny. His lips drew him in to be kissed. His big dick seemed made for reaming Josh’s ass. His smell was masculine but sweet. He was perfect. And now, Luke’s DNA pulsed in Josh's body. Whatever Luke had, he now likely had. He was Luke’s progeny. Whatever symptoms arose within him, his god Luke had also experienced them. They were becoming one. He felt his phone vibrate with a new text message from Luke. “We have an idea for an additional scene. We gotta have more. Can you come back next weekend?” Josh replied “For you, anything!” A wet spot emerged through Josh’s jeans, and he gazed out the window. *** “This is Billy.” Steve said to Josh. Billy had lost a lot of weight since his first fuck session with Luke, but he still had his mischievous grin and bad boy appeal. “Hi there.” Josh said. On first impression, Billy wasn’t attractive. He was older, his eyes were a bit sunken, and the all-over tattoos were not doing it for him. “Billy is going to fuck you today on camera, Josh, and it’s gonna be fucking awesome.” Steve said. Luke looked at Josh and read his look of trepidation. “Billy’s fucked me a lot, Josh. He’s part of me, and by association he’s already part of you. You taking his load today is important for us.” “OK, for you.” Josh replied to Luke, with a bit of a laugh. Luke took Josh into another room to get him ready for the shoot. He kissed him and sucked his dick for a bit. “Imagine it’s me fucking you. And know that it’s more of my DNA you’re taking” were Luke’s final words to him as they emerged back into the room, now set for filming. “Action.” Steve said. The camera man panned up Josh’s body. He had a semi hard dick, leftover from Luke’s foreplay, but his arousal was dissipating. As the camera got to Josh’s face, he looked visibly nervous. “Josh, you look nervous. Are you?” The cameraman said. “Yeah, a little bit.” A lie. He was very nervous now. He didn't want to get fucked by this stranger. The camera panned to Billy’s face, who could be seen looking up and down on his conquest with pleasure. “This is Billy.” “Hey.” Billy replied with a smile. The camera started panning down Billy’s inked up body. It lingered at the letters “HIV” above his cock, then focused a bit on his curved dick and down his legs. Billy had taken a couple pills to ensure an erection, and his dick was throbbing, perhaps harder than he’d ever been. “What are we here for today?” The camera guy asked. “I’m gonna fuck this kid up with my charged-up load.” Billy said. Josh looked off camera at Luke, longing for it to be Luke in Billy’s position. He tried stroking his dick, but it wasn’t hardening. Billy decided to waste no time with foreplay, so he bent Josh over the bed and squirted a glob of lube onto his fingers. He finger fucked Josh’s ass, ascending from one to three fingers without much delay. Another glob of lube, and a fourth digit entered the ginger stud, stretching his hole and warranting a shriek of pain from Josh. “Let’s do this” Billy finally said. Josh was bent over, head turned toward the camera, and he caught a glimpse of Luke jerking off. This made him feel a little better about the situation. Lube drained from the bottle to the tip of Billy’s throbbing, curved, uncut dick. “I’m gonna destroy this cunt, you faggot.” He said. “Fuck me,” Josh whimpered instinctively as he saw precum glistening on Luke’s dick head in the distance. Billy spread Josh’s ass cheeks with his hands and lined up the head of his dick against Josh’s hole. He pushed his hips forward, and contact was made. Josh closed his eyes, knowing the pain that was about to ensue, but loving the feeling of a dick against his hole, even this unknown cock. Billy entered Josh's fuck chute slowly, as Josh was really tight and tense still. As the shaft was about mid-way in, Josh wasn’t sure he could take any more. Perhaps it was the bend in Billy's dick or its stiffness or just his disinterest in this fuck, but Billy’s dick felt like it was ripping him open. “Ow! Oh fuck, stop, just. . . slow. I can’t.” were among the words and phases Josh uttered as Billy forged ahead without care. A tear ran down Josh's face. What was he doing? About thirty seconds later, Billy said “Feel my balls against your grundle you whore? I’m fucking all the way in you, you cum slut.” He signaled for the camera to move around to capture the moment as he held his diseased dick deep inside the boy. “And now I’m gonna death fuck you, you bitch.” Josh winced as Billy pulled almost completely out and then slammed balls deep again. Billy’s dick was raging hard, pulsing, throbbing, unyielding. He was skewering Josh, stabbing mercilessly at his prostate. Finally, he pulled out completely, flipped Josh around, and pushed him onto his back. Grabbing Josh’s ankles, he held his legs up, spread them wide and inserted his dick again. “I want you to look me in my eyes when I shoot my toxic load in you.” Josh looked up at Billy. He wasn’t sure what he was doing letting this dude fuck him (on camera no less). What had gotten into him? Billy’s thrusts got more intense as Josh studied the torso of the man who’s bare dick was inside him. He wasn’t at all like his obsession, Luke. He was skinny, if not sickly, and pale. Tatted up. Perhaps even a little dirty. Josh’s dick remained soft, but a little precum emerged as it bounced on his stomach while Billy terrorized his ass. “I’m close you bitch. You’re about to get my radioactive jizz. You’re looking at your fate. At Luke’s fate. You’re nothing but a toxic cum dump now. No meds. Just fucks.” Josh moaned as he looked into Billy’s eyes and saw them roll back. “FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!! Billy screamed. “FUCK!!! I’m shooting in you! Fuck your ruined ass feels good!!! Oh shit, oh god, ooooh, oooh yeah.” A flood of semen invaded Josh's tight ass. The skin of Billy's dick was now completely frictionless against Josh's guts because of a soup of diseased sperm. Billy dropped Josh’s ankles, and his legs fell to the floor beside Billy’s. After a few seconds, Billy pulled his cock out of the pale white ass of Josh, pulling with it a bit of blood pink-tinged cum and ass juice. “That’s a fucking wrap.” Billy said into the camera.

Thanks guy Don't worry there will be more.

I just use spit

As I reached the top step and turned towards my top floor condo, a paper on my neighbors’ door caught my eye. I smiled as I read the eviction notice. For the past 18 plus months, the couple in condo 314 had made enemies of every tenant on the floor, not to mention anyone who met them in the laundry room, mail room or had the distinct bad luck of living below them. So it was no great shock that in the 36 hours I had been out of town on business, they had been booted for noise, delayed payment, suspicious activity, and about a dozen other violations of the co-op agreement. It wasn’t until a few days later, while I was collecting a package, that I discovered that management had reached the end of their patience when a maintenance man witnessed the female in the couple, brandishing a knife, chasing the half-naked male across the lawn in front of the rental office. It puzzled me as to why this tussle was different from the similar arguments I’d seen a handful of times, when they explained that the half-naked male was naked on his bottom half. My laughter continued all the way back to my stairway, only stopped by the image of a sweaty shirtless 6 foot tall teen hunk coming down and walking off towards a moving van. Taking the steps two at a time, I managed to position myself in a chair at the perfect angle out my living room window to watch as the shirtless guy and some equally hunky buds made their way to and from the truck, over and over again. Upon review, I could tell the first guy I’d witnessed was closer to 25 than 18, but only when his chest hair caught some sunlight, revealing a tattoo of a crucifix on his right pectoral. His small beer gut also hinted towards adulthood, as it was probably acquired from one too many frat parties, or perhaps a habit of drinking everyday after the whistle blew at some blue collar job. Otherwise his youthful smile, round cheeks and tight bubble butt would have had me convinced he was a freshman at the university up the road. Tempting as it was to offer a hand, a glass of lemonade or a ride on my 9 inches of thick circumcised cock meat, I knew I was better to watch from the shadows and collect jerk material for later. No reason I couldn’t enjoy a bowl though, as long as I didn’t light the torch where it would reveal my voyeuristic perch. Once the bowl was finished, the Tina kicked in, and I was aching to find some hot young ass to spew full of some chemmed-up seed, driving me to leave the window and move to my computer screen. The timing was probably perfect anyway, as the sun was setting quickly and I could hear the moving truck driving away no more than 15 minutes later. Less than an hour after that, I found a 19 year old bio major sucking white smoke from the business end of my pipe, while taking all nine inches into his sweet smooth ass. It was easy to get the curious college boys to come over once they saw the photos of my 6’3” tall frame, 46” chest, 15” arms, 32” waist and previously mentioned dick. This naive twink had originally begged me to go slow, use a condom, let him suck me off instead, yadda yadda yadda; but I just kept loading more shards into the pipe and stuffing more laced lube in his pooper until he was too fucked up to say anything other than “Fuck me! Faster! Harder!” I did as he commanded, blowing not one, not two, but three heavy loads into his innocent hole before kicking his ass to the curb a few hours after his arrival. His wide eyes kept looking into mine as I threw him his clothes, slid on some basketball shorts and told him to get the fuck out, shocked that I had so quickly transformed from a passionate cum-dispensing power top to cool-headed unconcerned asshole. I watched from my doorway as his head slid down the stairwell and out of sight, looking up just in time to see my new neighbor open the door and pull the same move on some equally innocent blonde bimbo. She ran down the steps in tears when she realized someone was watching her walk of shame. I had to admire my new neighbor’s nonchalant attitude towards her used pussy and I wondered briefly if she was running fast enough to pass my own discarded boy-toy. My neighbor might have had the same thought as he smiled too, making us both laugh, and step into the hall to introduce ourselves. “Hey man, nice to meet ya, I’m Pete.” I was elated that he was in fact, the same young stud I had first spotted downstairs, and he looked just as good the second time around, if not better. He smelled of axe body spray, cum, and lube; and was covered in a fine sheen of sweat as well as brown fuzzy hair on his head, chest and legs. Bright green eyes, a straight nose and boyish smile made him look like a 15-year-old from the neck up, but his work-built chest and arms, the black and red crucifix tattoo and a packed pair of white CK boxer-briefs made him all man from the neck down. My gaze lingered a second too long on the spot of precum forming at the head of his semi-hard dick, causing him to retreat into his apartment for a pair of shorts, inviting me to join him. He didn’t close the door to his bedroom as he stripped away the white fabric, connected to his dick by a string of semen. I had to tuck my own re-hardening cock into the waist of my jockstrap when he bent over to put on a pair of board shorts with nothing under them, granting me a glimpse of his tight fuzzy hole. As he turned to come back into the living room, I pretending to be checking out his balcony view before plopping unceremoniously on his couch. Another smile crossed my face when I realized the pillow I’d sat next to was hiding a pipe like my own, as well as a sack of goodies. His face went pale when he turned to sit too and noticed my discovery, and my raised eyebrow. The perverted asshole in me knew from the look of fear on his face that I could have blackmailed him into all sorts of dirty deeds at that moment, but I laughed, grabbed the lighter, and torched the bowl, taking a HUGE hit. He exhaled at the same time I did, relieved that he was not going to get evicted or have the cops called on him. “I wondered if you were a partier, especially when I heard you going to town on some pussy for hours. That’s why I called Sheila. My dick was so hard hearing your bitch scream I decided to torch up with my fuck buddy and see if I could compete!” He took a hit as big as mine, but coughed as it came out, obviously new to partying, but hoping to seem as cool as me. “Hate to burst your bubble Pete, but my pussy was a dude. Sweet little 19 year old fuck who thought he was coming over for romance and cuddling, before I raped him, that is,” I took another hit, while Peter went from wide-eyed to laughing. “Shit dude! That is fucking hilarious! Sheila, that blonde piece of trash with the cum running down her legs, was expecting the same thing, but I told her after my second load,” He bragged. “‘I smoked you out, and filled you up, what more do you want,’ and you should have seen how she pouted and bitched on her way out of here!” “I could tell dude! And if you’d been out two minutes earlier, you would have seen what’s-his-name leaking THREE of my loads while doing the same walk of shame,” both of us laughed at our shared experience of using a high bitch on a Saturday night. We passed the pipe around for a few hours and chatted about a bunch of shit, before he decided to call it a night, and I decided to call another unsuspecting jizz bag I’d met at a club. As I used the laced lube to pound a load into a medical student who was too high and mighty to smoke my favors, I thought about Peter, and wondered if he could hear the squeals coming from the blond gym bunny I was breeding. I only came out of my fantasy of Pete joining us and eventually becoming my steady cum-dumpster, when the drugged pre-med gym boy asked me to pull out before coming. Just for that I made sure to rape him especially hard when I pumped his ass full for the second time. His pupils were the size of his anus when I shoved him into the hallway, and I swear I heard my new neighbor chuckle when pre-med asked if we could do it again. For the next three months, life went on, with me splitting days at the office and the gym, and Pete splitting them between classes to get his business grad degree and working as a stock boy for best buy. We both lived for the weekends when almost every Saturday night we sat on his or my couch, rehashing our last twelve hours of fucking. Thank God Pete had grown up with a gay uncle and seemed totally unfazed by my talk of using the local college boys, and didn’t seem to mind that I got hard whenever he told me about his latest co-ed conquest. This also gave me a chance to find out all about him, discovering his background growing up with a single mother, working construction at 14 to make cash to buy a car and save up for school, putting himself through undergrad, and eventually discovering the joys of partying when he started dating a girl who dealt. It wasn’t until one night in fall that things began to change. Pete had been laid-off by the box store for a failed UA, which meant no money for drugs once his school bills, rent and expenses were paid. I was happy to provide a random bowl to the boy now and then, but we both realized he was too comfortable when he walked in on my dick balls deep in some ass. I would have been more upset but the interruption turned on the football stud I was fucking, causing his ass to tighten. My load shot in him right as Pete’s jaw dropped. Normally you’d think a straight guy would run for the hills, but football boy lit up the pipe and motioned for Pete to take a hit, which seemed to be all the invitation he needed to stick around and smoke. I knew some of Pete’s regular pussy had dried up when he could no longer afford Tina, but it had never occurred to me he might be so hard up as to try some dude ass. Sadly, I think the football stud was too butch, so Pete only stayed to smoke the rest of the bowl, before I went back to the ass at hand, and he went back to his apartment. The rest of my fuck session, the wheels were turning in my head, wondering how I could turn all these factors to my advantage. Once I kicked the linebacker out, Pete came over and apologized profusely, at which point I made it clear that I was not a dealer, and would no longer be loading bowls for him. I waited until he looked defeated before pretending to take pity on him by saying he could always still join me for a bowl when I was loading it for a hook-up. Sure enough, my plan worked like a charm. Although all the boys I hooked up with were muscular, I knew I’d need to find a smooth one, who was more on the swimmer’s build side if I was going to keep Pete from running away as soon as the pants came off. The next weekend I invited over a slightly effeminate teenager I’d met when he and some high school friends finished swimming at my gym’s pool When he arrived, I warned him that my “hot, straight neighbor” might be joining us for some partying before he got fucked. He said that was fine, since he wasn’t even sure he was in the mood to get fucked (yeah right), and was only looking to try partying. As soon as the smooth sweet boy crossed my threshold around lunchtime, Pete was knockin’ at my door. He seemed nervous with my young guest eyeing him, until the first hit crossed his lips, becoming loose and happy. Before the first bowl was through, the prudish teen was sliding his hand down my shorts and whispering how badly he needed to see my monster dick. I loaded fat bowl number two and asked Pete if he minded us getting started. His mouth wanted to say for us to stop, but the pipe in my hands made him say “no problem.” Pete tried to keep his eyes on the bi-bareback porn on my 55” plasma, and away from the slowly undressing teen boy only three feet away, but it was no use. I could tell he was enthralled when the boy slid off his jeans and briefs, uncovering a peaches and cream colored butt. I made sure to keep the boys ass facing Pete as he sank to his knees and unzipped my shorts. Usually nothing can distract me from the first moment a new boy takes my cock into his mouth, but instead I watched Pete’s shock while the teenager popped out my beast. I tried to be discrete while I watched Pete’s reaction to me getting an inexperienced blow/hand job, but his eyes were so locked into my big throbbing cock that fire works could have been going off and he’d never have noticed. I cleared my throat, making him jump, before my eyes motioned to the pipe he’d been holding, and not smoking ever since my cock appeared. He took a hit before shakily handing me the pipe. I shot gunned into the boy’s mouth before pushing his head back down onto my cock, and then slid my other hand down his back and worked a spit-covered digit three knuckles deep up his hole. He tried to cough up my cock and wriggle away from my second finger, but I just pushed his head down further. Pete’s hand was now down his pants, stroking what seemed to be a good seven or eight inch cock, as far as his carpenter’s jeans would reveal. Reaching to the side table, I grabbed my laced lube and slathered some over my fingers before returning to the teenage hole. It must have burned when the mix of tina, lube and my three fingers pierced his hole, but he stopped complaining once the stuff kicked in. I was in hog heaven, with a blond twink swallowing most of my prick, backing his ass up, trying to swallow my hand, while Pete seemed a second away from whipping out his cock and beating it right there. I needed to push him over the edge, so I got his attention and told him to load another bowl. While he grabbed my sack and loaded bowl number three, I pulled blondie to standing, kicked his legs apart and had him straddle my waist. He thought it was time to make out, but no way was I going to miss the show across the coffee table. I pulled the boys head to the side and chewed on his neck, while I lined my cock up to his hole. Pete took a gigantic hit and almost choked to death exhaling it, but never closed his eyes as my cock forced its way into the hole perched above it. The teen cried out and tried to back off of it, but I reached out and grabbed the pipe from Pete’s hand just in time to pass it to the boy, distracting him. Pete muttered something that sounded like “fuck yeah,” as the boy took a big hit and shot gunned it to me. Once the boy set down the pipe, I gripped both of his small hands behind his back in my right hand, grabbed him by the neck with my left and punched most of my cock into his ass. I covered his mouth with mine just in time to catch his scream, which was the deciding moment for Peter. In a flash, Pete’s jeans and boxer briefs were at his knees and his right hand began to pound away at a respectable 7 and a half inch cock. I pounded the teen’s ass in rhythm with Pete, as I took in the awesome sight. Shining with sweat like the rest of him, his hard on was not too thick, cut, with a slight bend in it, topped by a perfect fat head, surrounded by trimmed pubes, except for his big sagging balls, which he had shaved smooth. Pity, I thought, once I seduced and trained him, I’d make sure he didn’t trim so I’d have something to tug on when he is bad. I thought I could have been eternally satisfied just from this glancing moment of masturbation, until he hocked a loogey into his other hand, slicked it around his middle finger, and sank it up his hole, pounding it in and out in sync with me. I locked eyes with him briefly, and mouthed “one more finger,” and like a good hypnotized slave, he added another. His face tensed up and I worried momentarily that I’d pushed too far, too fast, until I recognized that face, and glanced down just in time to see a week’s worth of cum start shooting all over his chest, neck, chin and even a drop on his lips. His fingers popped from his hole making a squish sound, while his lungs worked over time to recover from his massive release. With sweat dripping from his brown hair all the way down his pecs and mingling with his cum load, he looked exactly as I’d pictured him, only real. One drop of sweat from his nose hit his lip next to the cum, and, without thinking, his tongue snaked out and lapped up both. Upon seeing him unknowingly swallow his sperm, my balls jumped, and I pushed the teen all the way down on my dick, having briefly forgot that he was not as slutty as the football stud or some of my other regulars. He cried out loudly as he hopped off my cock, turning around and revealing his hard on to Peter. As if the spell had been broken, Peter’s eyes focused on the boy’s 5 inch almost hairless penis and revealed panic. The teenager began to bitch about it hurting and needing a break as he took a hit and smiled at Peter, who was already dressed and using the boy’s tee shirt to wipe off his cum. Stammering about homework, Peter took one last horrified look before tossing the shirt back in the room and making his escape. “That was weird, where’d he have to go?” The twink’s question made me furious, mostly because I somehow blamed him for scaring Pete away. I threw the boy over my shoulder and carried him into my bedroom, tossing him on the bed. I told him to shut his eyes, and like a fool he did so, just long enough for me to handcuff him to the headboard. I fucked his hole for four hours, all while envisioning Pete’s cum shot. I’ve never used a new hole the way I used his that afternoon, but I didn’t regret a moment of it, even when he screamed so loud I had to back hand him or when he left in tears. (He called me two days later to see if I’d do it again, so I’m pretty sure he didn’t regret it either.) I was about to jump in the shower, when I heard a knock at my door. Oh great, I thought, blondie is back to cry some more. Nothing ever surprised me more or made me happier than finding a shirtless, smiling Pete. Part 2 “So is the blond bitch gone?” Pete said, walking past me into the living room, picking up my pipe and taking a hit. “Yeah, just kicked his ass out. Figured five loads was enough in one teenager today.” I snatched up my sack and offered to load a fresh bowl. “Five? Nice! Sorry I couldn’t stick around, just had to peace-out after that.” Pete said, watching me start the fresh bowl, and licking his lips, reminding me of the cum he’d eaten off of them earlier. “No worries, just figured you freaked getting off while I fucked a dude and you fingered yourself” I tried to gauge from his smoke intake whether or not this would send him back into the awkward guilty phase he’d been in earlier, but his smooth exhale revealed nothing. “Nah man, I’ve had plenty of fingers up my ass before.” This time I coughed, choking more on his words than my smoke. “HA! I figured that’d blow your mind man. I never told you cause I figured you’d try and pull some gay shit on me, but I’ve been fingering my ass since a friend showed me a book that mentioned it when I was 14, man! And you know there is nothing better than having some bitch fiddling with your hole when you cum in her twat…or, well I guess you don’t know. But seriously, I just got weirded out cause I forgot you were fucking a dude till right that second. I’m expecting him to turn around with tits and twat, and instead I get abs and cock, it threw me.” I laughed, and suddenly all was right in the world again. Pete began coming over whenever I had company, unless the guy wasn’t into partying or something, in which case I’d tell him I was busy and he’d wait for the dude to leave. Mostly, he’d smoke a bowl, and leave as the action got started or just ignore it until we moved to the bedroom and he’d disappear across the hall. Sometimes, if the guy was feminine enough or could really suck and ride my cock, Pete would stick around, although it took months for him to get comfortable enough to start jerking in front of me again. One Friday night a top buddy of mine and I went club hopping and brought back a sweet young freshman. Smooth from his eyebrows down for swim team, and only about 5’5”, he was begging to lose his innocence with his black curly hair, full lips, and crystal blue eyes. He kept the hair in a masculine style, and dressed very manly, but it did little to hide how pretty he was. Once we got him back, my buddy admitted to slipping some g in the boy’s drink, which explained why he had gone from uptight and against everything to care-free, and into anything. Soon enough he was stripped down, and putting on a thong with the superman logo on the crotch that he found in my underwear drawer. We immediately called him Superboy, which made him giggle and start in on some story, so we kept his mouth busy with the pipe and our cocks. Usually Pete was out trolling for tail on Fridays, but around 30 mins after we got home, I received a text from him, asking if he could stop by and smoke. I figured this wouldn’t be his scene, until I looked up and realized that, in his thong, superboy looked very fem, especially with my cock in his mouth, purring around my cock as my buddy ate his pink hairless hole. I texted okay. Two minutes later, after a slight pause when he realized I wasn’t alone, Peter was perched in an arm chair, hands in his ball shorts, growing a sizable puddle of precum and sucking at the pipe. My buddy tried to get him to join us when Superboy went to use the bathroom, at which point Pete explained he was only there to look, not touch. My buddy laughed and asked him if he wanted any G then. Pete looked stumped till I explained what it was. He probably would have answered no, but my buddy knew Pete’s type, and mentioned that the three of us has had double what we’d give him. Truthfully, between Superboy, my buddy and me, we had taken double the amount Peter would get, we just didn’t specify that most of it had been unknowingly taken by Superboy. Pete, true to form, replied "Okay, I'm sure I can handle a small dose." Superboy got back just in time to see Pete make a face as he swallowed a cap full of G. At this point I’d had enough of prepping Superboy’s ass, and decided it was ready for dick. Without removing his super thong, I pulled him into my lap, pushed aside the thong strap and shoved my lubed fingers into his hole. Luckily his mouth was full of my buddy, so he couldn’t scream if he wanted to. Working quickly from two to three to four digits, I whipped them all out, before replacing them with about eight inches of my cock. Superboy flailed and tried to escape, but my buddy would have none of it, holding his arms while I began to thrust up and down, in and out of the hairless pink hole. From Pete’s angle in the arm chair, I was sure it looked exactly the same as if two 30 year old straight guys were pounding a short-haired high school girl. The illusion was further perfected by Superboy’s nipples pointing straight out from our twists and pulls, not to mention the fact his small pecs could be interchangeable with a young girl’s breasts. I wondered if I could get Pete to join in if I’d had a bra or a wig on super boy, but was surprised to glance over and find Pete fully nude, fingers in his ass, pounding away on his dick. My buddy had his back to Pete, which was probably the only thing saving Pete’s ass from getting raped. This didn’t stop Superboy’s ass from a raping though, as I was now standing upright, pounding away at his hole, all the way in and out each time. My buddy couldn’t stand it, and decided to pull Superboy off his cock just long enough to flip him around. My moan of disappointment was matched only by Superboy’s whimper, until my buddy shoved his extremely fat 7 inch dick into his hole. Superboy babbled something unintelligible just long enough for me to tell him to shut up before I had my cock deep in his unwilling throat. My eyes dared not linger on Pete, since I didn’t know if I should draw any attention to his frantic, passionate hand job, but I could see enough to know he seemed frustrated that he hadn’t shot yet. He once told me he couldn’t cum when he’d tried weed and tina together, and I figured the gina/tina combo was having the same effect. This didn’t stop his dick from pouring buckets of precum out over his fist, to the point where he was scooping it up in his other hand and using it as anal lube, which gave my balls a tingle. Now the main reason I didn’t often join my buddy in threesomes was his stamina. When I party, I like to fuck for hours, sometimes even a whole day. He was more the type to get the hottest ass he could, and fuck it savagely till he dropped his load, then bail. And that’s precisely what happened. Instead of watching for warning signs and suggesting he pull out or take a break, I was trying to discreetly watch Pete while choking Superboy till he was red in the face. So when I heard my buddy yell ‘I’m gonna fuckin cum!’ I knew I was too late. Superboy pulled away just long enough to try mumble something. “Don’t in me, no cum, Don’t cum in me!” Too late I thought as my buddy’s fingers gripped tightly into Superboy’s hips. He was balls deep shooting a thick juicy load where no man had shot before. Superboy whimpered but I shoved him back on my cock as my buddy finished cumming and slowly pulled out. Pete was suddenly aware of how naked he was, and pulled his underwear up over his leaking dick. I groaned a little when I saw that unlike his usual CK boxer briefs, he was wearing a pair of silky tighty-whiteys. The material bulged conspicuously around his hard on, but didn’t let his precum seep through as I expected. “Well boys, I’ve lubed him up for you, so get some man hole while the getting’s good.” My buddy slid on his jacket as the final layer of clothing, picked up some Tina from the table, and pushed it deep into Superboy’s ass. He reached down to get the G, before noticing Pete, who still couldn’t keep his hands off of his brief-encased stiffy. “I’m gonna leave the Gina for you boys, just in case.” He winked at me as he said this, and headed out the door. I released Superboy from my dick finally, which allowed him to slip his button down shirt over his exposed shoulders, buttoning a single button near his pectoral muscles and was surprised that he still seemed eager to keep going. “Lets smoke another bowl, but can we do it in the bedroom? It’s not comfortable getting fucked standing up.” He smiled and grabbed my dick. Pete looked worried, since the bedroom was usually his cue to leave. “You’re welcome to join us for some more,” I said, indicating the pipe and baggy I was collecting for the journey. “I dunno, if you guys want your privacy-” Pete stood nervously, while still palming his hard on. “Not even a little bit man,” Superboy knelt and began dividing the remaining Tina on the coffee table into two lines. “I’m down for whatever, whoever, whemever, I mean whenever. Fuck this stuff has my head flying.” “You guys finish those lines and I’ll get us some drinks and we’ll all meet in the bedroom.” I walked into the kitchen with the Gina, Tina, pipe and torch, quickly mixing some rum and cokes, both Pete’s and Superboy’s with a little extra Gina. I looked out into the living room as I balanced all the goodies and drinks on a tray, and witnessed Superboy refusing to move to let Pete do his line. “if you want this line, you’ll have to come get it.” Pete moved in behind Superboy, laying his full front, woody and all, against Superboy’s ass and back. I heard Pete’s loud sniff, but watched as he continued to press his weight against the tight smooth buns below him. “I’m straight dude,” Pete said, almost too quietly for me to overhear. “That’s cool, just think of me as your high-school sweat heart until I’m done with this bump.” Superboy sniffed his line, while pulling one of Pete’s hands around him, under his shirt and onto his girlish nipple. They both swayed slightly as Superboy finished the line and leaned back till they were upright and moaning quietly. Pete’s other hand dropped between them and I wondered where it was headed until I heard Superboy’s moans. “Uhhhh, yeah, finger my pussy.” Superboy and Pete held that position for a minute, making my dick throb and produce a nice thick drop of semen, which I caught in Pete’s glass before it could sag to the counter. Superboy’s hands were now working their way behind him, probably all over Pete’s cock. Finally I coughed and walked with the tray and goodies into the bedroom. As if they’d been caught robbing a bank, both boys shot to standing and began to walk in behind me, although Pete’s hand remained between Superboy’s cheeks. “Pete, can you grab the torch from in there when you come,” I said, causing Pete to finally pull out his cummy finger, and turn around, searching for a torch he wouldn’t find. Superboy joined me in the bedroom, and, as planned, I took this moment to push my plans further. “You are so fucking sexy, you are making me so hard, and I really want to see my friend Pete fuck you, would you like that?” I whispered into his ear while undoing his shirt button, and tying the shirt tales into a loose knot. This gave a hint of shadow on Superboy’s chest, which looked more and more like ladies cleavage, especially with his hard nips poking out under the material. "Fuck yes," he replied, "but he said he was straight,” whispered Superboy as I ran my fingers through his curls, making a few ringlets fall over his brow. “Don’t worry about that, just make sure you don’t hold back on screams and moans when I’m fucking you. And if you get the chance, suck his dick, but don’t let him cum, okay?” He nodded okay and climbed onto the big bed, taking the pipe and hitting it. “Oh here it is Pete, never mind.” I shouted to him, while putting in a bi porn on the 48” tv in my room, one which featured two bigger dudes fucking a slim, smooth teenage girl who looked similar to Superboy (except for Superboy’s thong-covered Tina dick). Pete came in right as the film started, stroking his cock through his tight briefs. I handed Pete the pipe and his drink, and then slid onto the bed between Superboy’s legs. I began kissing his sweet chest and pulled the shirt aside just enough to suck on one nipple. Superboy moaned, ignoring the pipe Pete was trying to hand to him. I grabbed it instead and shot gunned a huge hit to Superboy. “Why do you do that?” I looked at Peter when he asked the question? He was sitting on the bed next to me and Superboy, stroking his hard on and fingering his tight hole. I shoved a few fingers in Superboy’s ass and handed him the pipe while I answered. “It is like getting a second hit. You inhale what the other person exhales and get twice as high.” Peter looked skeptical. “If you wanna try it and see, take a shot gun from Superboy here.” Superboy was about to light up, giggled at his nickname, and smiled at Pete. Pete, looking conflicted, downed most of his rum and coke (and g) and nodded in agreement. He leaned down to Superboy’s soft lips and took the shot gun. His lips floated a half inch from Superboy’s, until I “accidentally” pushed his head down so they kissed while it happened. Pete didn’t stop kissing Superboy as he re-exhaled the smoked from his nose. Meanwhile, I had slipped Superboy’s legs over my shoulders, and began to fuck his ass. I pulled Superboy to the end of the bed with my dick still in his ass, breaking his kiss with Pete. Flipping Superboy on this stomach, with my dick still in him, I began fucking him harder while taking a big hit. To my shock, Pete sat up, finished his drink, and leaned in to shot gun with me. This time, he went in fully and our lips met as I exhaled into his sucking mouth. He exhaled back into mine while I held his head close and continued to make out with him. At this angle, Pete’s dick was close enough to Superboy’s mouth, that he easily began to suck his dick. Pete moaned as we continued to kiss, and I played with his nipples and chest hair while I fucked Superboy’s ass. Pete reached behind himself and began to finger his hole with three fingers, which gave Superboy an idea. He grabbed my hand that was on Pete’s chest, put it on Pete’s cock, and then slid his head beneath Pete’s open legs and began rimming and fingering his hole, all of which I could see in the dresser mirror behind them. This was far too hot for me, and suddenly I could feel my load surging into my urethra and out into Superboy’s ass. “Fuck I’m cumming inside him,” I said, pulling away from the kiss. Pete’s eyes widened as he looked down and grabbed my balls, feeling them pulse into Superboy’s ass. His hand on my nether regions made me cum even harder, and I pulled him back into a kiss as I stroked his cock. Finally his squeezing and Superboy’s ass was too much, so I pulled out and excused my self into the bathroom. Splashing cold water on my face, I could hear rearranging in the bedroom and I was afraid Pete might be trying to leave. I peeked-out the door and smirked as I saw Superboy forcing Pete onto his back, straddling his hard cock, and sinking it into his hole. “No, I’m straight man, we can’t do…” He trailed off, the G obviously impairing his thought process. His hips involuntarily began thrusting up into Superboy, and I walked out to join them. Pete was so high he barely noticed me taking a few big hits off the pipe in a row and shot gunning them into his mouth. He repeatedly sucked on my tongue and made out with me after each hit, becoming more and more open to my ministrations. I moved down between his legs and inserted a large crystal as far up his ass as my fingers could go, happy to see that his butt was thoroughly cleaned out, probably from his Friday night ritual of fuck prep, in case some girl fingered him. I worked my thick fingers into his hole while Superboy worked his ass up and down over the hard on. The frustration was beginning to show on Pete’s face when four of my fingers were inside him and he was still no closer to cumming. Time for the pièce de résistance in my brilliant plan. Earlier in the evening Superboy said he had an early swim practice the next morning and absolutely had to leave by 3:00 A.M. I pulled out of Pete’s ass and walked into the living room and began to collect Superboy’s clothes into a neat pile by the bathroom door, while writing a text. Returning to the bedroom, I pulled my strategically placed briefs off my clock radio, revealing that it was almost 4:00. “Hey boy, didn’t you need to leave by 4:00?” I reminded Superboy while taking a big hit and shot-gunning it into Pete’s mouth. “Fuck it. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” Reluctantly I pulled away from Pete’s sweet lips. The little shit was going to ruin my plan. “Are you sure? I texted my buddy and he said he’d be happy to come back and give you a ride to the dorms, he lives only a few minutes away, so he should be here any minute.” The idea he might get a free ride seemed to pause his drug-filled mind. Right on time my doorbell rang, and sure enough, it was my buddy. Just like I figured, he’d had enough time away to get hard again, and seeing Pete fuck Superboy had him naked in no time. Superboy screamed a little as my buddy’s cock slid in to Superboy’s ass next to Pete’s cock, but it only took a moment for him to get used to it before he begged for more. I knew he’d be sore and ripped apart tomorrow, but if anything that only made me happier, especially seeing how hard his previously tiny cock had gotten. I focused all my attention on my buddy for the next five minutes, rimming his hole and pinching his nips. Finally he grunted and began to shoot into Superboy again, fucking him so hard he fell forward, and Pete’s cock slipped out into the cool air. Superboy kissed Pete and jerked his own cock, before spewing a small load onto Pete’s belly, which hardly fazed Peter. My buddy, as habit would predict, was ready to go. It was a good thing Superboy’s clothes were neatly stacked, otherwise he wouldn’t have been dressed in time to get the ride I promised. Before Pete could even sit up, Superboy and my Buddy were gone, supposedly to drop him off, but more likely ending up with Superboy chained to my buddy’s headboard for another load. Pete groggily sat up and sucked at the pipe I was lighting for him, eagerly exhaling into my mouth before kissing me deeply. “Damn man, I rurly wunted to cum in thet cunt, but my dick wudn’t shooooot.” Pete was the perfect mix of high and g-drunk, stroking his cock and fingering his hole as best he could in that state. “Well I might be able to get you off if you’ll let me try something Pete.” I said, before taking another hit and shot gunning it into his mouth. He wrapped an arm around my neck causing our chests to rub together. Giving in, I rolled around with him on the bed for a few moments, before repeating my offer. “Hmmm? Zure, goferit.” Pete said before kissing me again. He seemed to be really into making out now. He’d told me once it was his favorite thing to do when he was drunk and about to fuck some girl, and although I usually didn’t enjoy it very much, I was hard as a rock knowing I was one of two guys who had kissed him, and would be the first to make him cum while doing it. He whined a little as I pushed him back onto the bed, and spread his legs. I easily worked four fingers into his hole, and every time I pressed one against his prostate, it elicited a moan and some precum, which I used to lube my cock. Neither his dick or mine had ever been as large as they were now, at least to my knowledge, so I prayed I wouldn’t have to work too hard to force my fat dick inside him. Luckily, the booty bump I’d given him, combined with his g-state worked like a charm. “Oh fuck.” Was all he could mutter while I slid my entire cock, inch by inch, into his tiny hole, his knees bent over my forearms. His eyes were screwed shut, but he didn’t seem to be in any pain that I could see. His cock throbbed and leaked more precum than before, and I only paused for a quick hit and shot gun before beginning my assault. He clawed at my shoulders and made out with me like a starving whore while I worked my way from sweet gentle love making to hardcore ass breeding. I wouldn’t allow his hands near his cock, since I could feel his prostate pulsing with each thrust. Sweat began to pour off of me in buckets as I pounded away, covering us both in a sweet smelling sheen. “Open your eyes Peter, and look at the cum dump you’ve become.” I sat up, hooked Pete’s ankles over my shoulders and began my nastiest, rough fuck while Pete’s eyes locked onto my root disappearing under his balls with each stroke. He looked away, presumably in shock or disgust, only to catch a better view in the dresser mirror. “Oh fuck, yer all thuh way in.” He slurred, reaching up and jacking his dick. I glanced up and witnessed the same thing, and knew it would only take a moment for my balls to empty. Silently, I prayed I’d get him off too, but honestly, I was getting mine in the ass I’d coveted for months, so what did I care? So I sped up, and lifted my self further onto him , so he was now bent in half, getting fucked deeper than almost any boy in the bed before him, and jerking his cock only a few inches from his own mouth. “Oh shit, Erm Comma!” His indiscernible moaning meant little to me, until I felt his hole spasm, and looked down in time to catch one, two, three…in total eight streams of white jizz paint his pecs, neck, chin, lips and tongue. This started my own orgasm and I barely remained conscious while pumping my biggest (at least it felt like my biggest) load ever into his previously virgin hole. I collapsed next to him, with his legs splayed awkwardly, one under me, the other on my legs. Smiling, Peter licked the cum from his lips, and I quickly scooped more up, rubbing it on my own face. He leaned in and we made out some more, while I made him suck up every drop of cum he’d spilled. “Derit agen.” He said, half asleep a few minutes after we’d stopped kissing, now spooned with my hard on against his ass. “Excuse me jizzrag, did you say something?” I said, while jerking his dick back to hardness. His eyes lazily opened, he grabbed my cock, and sloppily tried to insert it back into his hole. “Do it Uhgen. Pleeeeeez.” Aha, do it again please. I smirked, lined up my dick with his hole and forced it back in. He whimpered and tried to roll out from under me, possibly regretting this request, but I was going to “derit agen” now, one way or another. I rolled on top of him and used his hole some more, first doggie style, then on his stomach, and finally with him bent over the side of the bed. I came twice more inside him before rolling him on to the bed and discovering a small jizz slick where he’d cum from rubbing against the bedspread while I pounded his pussy. I made him lick it up, and upon seeing his ass in the air and tongue slurping up his load, I couldn’t help fucking him full of a fourth final load as the sun rose outside my window. I smoked another bowl with him while trying to understand what he was mumbling about. “Thet wuz duh best fuck ever bruh.” He was sober enough now to stand and slide his briefs back on, before stumbling out to the living room to find the rest of his clothes. “Best ever huh? You think you want to try it again?” I said, shot gunning more smoke into his mouth. Now he pulled away once the smoke had cleared from his mouth, telling me he was aware enough to avoid kissing. “Yez, I wanna cum in that lul smooth super guy necks time ok?” He was fully dressed now, and taking a hit. I turned his mouth towards me for a shot gun, but he turned away and exhaled. The spell was broken. “I needs to get sum sleep, k? See ya lates.” He stumbled across the hall into his apartment, which he’s apparently left unlocked for the whole time. I was too wired to sleep, so instead I went into my bedroom and pulled a remote from behind the headboard. A few buttons pushed, and suddenly I was watching the view from my hidden camera, beginning when Superboy came into the bedroom. I laid back and began to jerk, loaded another bowl, and puffed while chatting with some cum-sluts online until I passed out around 9am. Chapter 3 I woke up around 1pm, blinded by the sunlight coming in my bathroom window. I got up and took a piss, showered and ate some food before I realized my tv was on and still showing the fucking from the night before. So it really had happened, I thought, when I watched as I fucked Pete’s ass for the fourth time before he got dressed and left. I rewound until right before the first time I entered his hole, and zoomed in on his hole. Thank god I’d fucked him at the angle I did that first time, because I had an almost perfect shot of his tight ass as I slid inside him. My cock jumped and some precum shot out into my jockstrap under my shorts. Suddenly it occurred to me that this video might be the only thing I’d have left of my friendship with Pete, and that was okay. I knew I’d seeded his ass and there’d be no way he could forget it with how much cum he’d be leaking today. Plus, if he decided to cry rape, I’d show him the video where he asked for it numerous times and smoked illegal substances, and I’d be off scott free. Still, the semi-decent human being inside me made wonder if he’d be okay, so I went across the hall to check. I knocked lightly, in case he was asleep, but the still unlocked door swung open slightly. Good sign he’s still passed out or unaware of what happened, I thought, until I heard moaning coming from his bedroom. Quietly I walked to his bedroom door, and peered inside. My dick jumped again when I saw Pete laying on his mattress on the floor, jerking his dick as hard as he could, with something resembling a cucumber going in and out of his ass. Another dick jump occurred when I looked at his laptop screen and saw the video he was watching: a young guy, much like Pete, balls deep in a tranny, while a 30-something body builder, somewhat like me, was balls deep in the young guy. Right as the body builder pulled out and shot on the young guys hole, before shoving his cock back in, Pete started to moan and use both hands to pound away at his dick. Nothing happened, to my disappointment, and Pete’s too. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, why can’t I fucking cum now?!?!?” He tossed the laptop on to the bed next to him and stormed across the room to his desk chair, sitting down and forcing the cucumber all the way in. He continued to pound his pud and moan for a few more minutes before his moans turned into words. “Damn it fuck my pussy-ass you son of a bitch, cum up my cunt so I can cum.” I had heard enough. Tip-toeing back to the front door, I knocked loudly before banging it open. “Hello, Pete? It’s me man, you left your door open.” I loudly walked towards his bedroom, as I heard him scramble to catch the door before I got there. “Pete? You okay man?” “Don’t come in here man! I’m, uh, I’m not dressed.” The door slammed and a lock clicked into place. I smiled and sat down, imagining him sliding the cucumber out and hiding it, along with his laptop, hunting for shorts, sweating bullets that I was this close to catching him begging for me or some imaginary faggot to breed his hole. He emerged a few minutes later to find me shirtless, smoking a fresh bowl and watching his TV. “Sup Pete? Thought you might need a bowl after all the shit that went down last night?” I smiled and handed him the bowl, which he reluctantly took. I was obvious in checking out his stiff dick through his shorts, before winking at him. He blushed and took a huge rip off the pipe. “About last night –” He inhaled again, but I moved in quickly and forced him to shot gun it into my mouth, while I palmed his dick. He froze, moaning, and puffing back into my mouth before coming to his senses and pushing me off. “Stop it dude! I wanted to tell you, last night was a mistake man. I don’t know what I was thinking, but it can’t happen again, you get me?” “That’s bullshit and you know it Pete,” I said while sliding my hand up his shorts and teasing his asshole with my finger. “You enjoyed that shit as much as anyone else there, hell you begged for me to fuck you more. So be a fucking man and at least admit you wanted it. Otherwise your slutty ass can find a new sugar daddy to support your partying.” He sat, silent and stunned while I continued to finger his hole. I held the pipe out with my other hand, offering him the opportunity to admit he wanted more of the Tina and my cock without needing to say it. Torn, he closed his eyes and reached out. Smiling, I handed him the bowl, and slid off his shorts while he took another hit. So almost nine months after we first met, bonding over our shared experiences of filling slutty holes with our cum loads, here we were. Me, reaffirmed as the best fucker in the building. Him, torn down and transformed into a cum-loving cunt, happiest when getting high and used as a cum dumpster. The rest of that day I spent using his holes all over that apartment, and by nightfall, he was finally learning how to deep-throat and take my cock balls deep without complaining. He avoided me for a couple weeks while his hole healed up, but soon enough he was spending every other night bouncing on my rod. Eventually I began letting him join me in fucking some of my regulars and even showed him how to pick up dudes in bars and online. He’d invite over some of his exes or some bitch from work or school, and fuck her till she was sore, but I had him trained well, so he’d only cum with me inside him. Once the year was up, he cancelled his lease and moved into my second bedroom, only spending time in there to study, change clothes, and sleep one off. The rest of the time we were in my room, building our reputation as the hottest top couple in the area. Every time some new college boy comes over, we use him till he needs crutches, kick him to the curb, and spend the rest of the night with my cock in his ass. I might grow tired of him at some point, but he recently introduced me to our new neighbor, a law student who’s fiancé lives across the country and doesn’t know how much he’s begun to enjoy partying and watching porn with the dudes across the hall. Tonight he’ll be joining us and Superboy for some Tina, porn and drinks. Pete told him to clean up and out in case we find some bitch to fuck who likes to eat ass. Lawyer boy loves that idea. I hope he loves getting bred too…

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

[Author's Note: I've never really been interested in chasing/gifting fetish before so this is my first story; probably not that great. Lemme know how to improve. V] Why'd I do it? Fuck, I don't know. Maybe 'cause of who he was. Maybe 'cause of who I am. Whatever. But how'd it get started? Now that's easier to answer... That whole month, my life was shit. Had to quit my pharmacy-tech job before they worked out I was stealing, my dick landlord threw me out for the rent I owed him. So there I was, twenty-five year old guy, broke and on the street, pharmacology degree but no fuckin job. Well, I said on the street- I still had my van. An old black 80s heap, half rust, engine shot to hell. Found an old mattress in a dumpster and slung that in the back; that's where I slept, ate and drank as I tried to work out what to do. I'd been kicked out about a week when I parked down on Seventh, where the hipsters and the stoners hang out, trendy little coffee shops and expensive shitty little stores. Figured I'd sell what I had, y'know- mostly benzos and barbs, few hits of acid, MDMA, nothing special. Get that moving and I could look for a new place, new job. The van wasn't helping my prospects for picking up guys, either; the hottest dudes expect you to have a real apartment to screw in. So I parked the van in an alley near Seventh and Rose that evening at sunset, hung around by it looking for my regulars, anyone that'd buy the pills. And waited. No cops around, but the indie-kids and the stoners just weren't showing up. "Fuckin' hippies", I muttered to myself, when along comes this dark-haired young guy in a black Sunday-suit, smiling away, catches my eye and heads right for me and the van. Man, I was shittin' myself when I saw him coming- figured he was a cop for sure, one of those high-up agency guys with the initials for names. Was trying to decide whether to gun the van across the road or just run, when he takes a Bible out of his pocket. "Hi, I'm Mark!" he said brightly. "Could I talk to you about the Lord Jesus Christ?" What a fucking relief. Just one of those God-botherers, missionaries, whatever. I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off so I could pull some trade, when something changed my mind. Maybe it's how pissed off I was. Maybe it was the way he looked; about twenty, neat dark hair, suit all perfect, bright little shiny happy smile plastered across his face, while I had shit. So instead of cursing him out, I pulled it together.* "Why, sure, Mark!" I chirped in my best talking-to-the-Man voice. "I'm just heading home soon; why don't you sit in for a spell and we'll chat?" He looked a bit apprehensive staring at the van; that shiny little smile dimmed a little. But he must've been desperate for a sale or a convert or whatever-the-fuck you call 'em; I got in the driver's seat and he climbed in the passenger side. The alley was that dark, no-one on the streets could see in. So we got to talking; really he just jabbered on about salvation and prayer and shit like that, and I nodded and said "Uh-huh", a lot. Hell, I figured all that talking, he could use a drink. So I pulled two Cokes out of the back, and while he was flicking through his Bible, dropped a couple barbs in his can. Now, I don't know if you've ever tried phenobarbitol; they use it to kill unwanted pets, for Chrissakes. But with people, knocks them right out for hours at a time. I might be a drug-pusher and all-around-scumbag, but I know my shit; sat through enough medical lectures to get my pharm-diploma. Gave him just enough, calibrated for body-weight. One second he was jabbering on happily about God and Jesus and Moses, the next he was slurring his words and reeling until he slumped face down on the dashboard. "Perfect," I said as he passed out. "About time you shut the fuck up." I hauled him into the back of the van and put him on the old dumpster-mattress; I don't know what I had in mind at first; maybe stripping him and dumping him out in the alley naked. But I'd popped a couple octagons that evening; pink Brazilian speed that lights your circuits and gets your mind racing. So I called my buddy Rusty who works the night-shift at the local fetish bar, Saltire. "Hey Rusty," I did my best Southern drawl, "Guess what I got in this here van of mine." "You ain't got shit in your van but pills and stolen car stereos," he laughed.* "Guess again," I grinned. "Meet me round back, half an hour." I got the van grinding into gear and cruised round to Saltire; the disused parking lot round back, dark and deserted and covered in garbage. Rusty was waiting, already in uniform for his bar-shift; leather pants and chest-harness, studded boots. We're just buddies, Rusty and me- his whole smooth clean-cut college-boy look isn't my type. But that, and his red hair, drives the guys wild; most popular bartender at Saltire and he gets great tips. He smiled. "So whatcha got for me?" I opened the van's back doors; Mark the missionary was sprawled across the dirty mattress in his black Sunday suit and white shirt. "Fuckin' Christ!" Rusty roared with laughter. "You're even more screwed up than I thought." I shrugged- I was riding smooth on the speed. "Serves the asshole right for preaching at me when I'm working." I gave Rusty a sly look. "I know you like the first-timers; this guy deserves fucking up and I'm betting his cherry ain't been popped yet." Rusty licked his lips and his leather pants bulged outward; he was tempted. "Lemme see." He clambered into the van. "This heap is filthy," he muttered darkly. He rolled the boy over and had a look at his face; unbuttoned the shirt and checked out the body. "Fuck yeah, man- I'll do it, if he don't see me. But if you really wanna fuck him up, you should let the guys at the bar do him; they're as rough as it gets." "Sold," I laughed. "Your shift doesn't start til nine, and it's eight-thirty; go for it." Rusty helped me up into the van and closed the doors, clicked the light on and yanked down Mark's suit-trousers. He was still peacefully unconscious; I'd dosed him perfectly. Rusty grabbed a crusted jar of Vaseline out of my toolbox and unbuttoned the leather pants; I'd seen him hard before. Nothing special, but a nice looking cock, cut and about six and a half inches. He rubbed the Vaseline on himself and the kid's hole, then mounted up. "No kidding, this boy's a virgin for sure, no need for a rubber," he grinned, pushing his cock at the tight hole until it started to give. "Fuck!" he groaned as he got half-way in. "It's like it's squeezing me." He started sliding it in, wet and slippery, back and forth. "Aww yeah, nice and tight," he groaned again. He went at him in silence for a few minutes, slow and steady, then gave a loud moan as he spurted in the kid's virgin ass. He lay flat on him for a minute, then pulled out and wiped himself off. We both gazed at the suited figure, jacket pulled up, pants down, hole exposed, pink and moist. "I owe you one, dude. We gotta get the guys in on this," he said, panting. Then he tilted his head into the van. "He good for now?" "Two hours minimum," I answered. "Awesome," Rusty smiled. "I know just the guys." It was already hot and heavy when we got into Saltire a few minutes later. Black on the inside, chains hung from the ceiling; with the diagonal cross that gave the bar its name, mounted on the wall. Guys milled around, most in leather or rubber, talking here and there. It was still early, but plenty of talent on display. Rusty went straight up to a young bodybuilder in thick studded leather straps, murmured in his ear. Then a salt-and-pepper daddybear with grizzled hair all over. Then a skinny bald guy, middle-aged and wiry. They followed us out. Rusty had explained everything before he headed back inside for his shift. "Anyone got a problem with this?" I asked in the dark parking-lot. Felony date-rape wasn't a walk in the park; that's why Rusty had chosen the edgiest sleaziest guys he could find. The muscular young guy shook his head, so did the skinny dude and chain-hung bear. We all climbed into the van. Mark was still tapped out on the dirty mattress, ass in the air. "I'll go last," announced the skinny guy. No-one minded; maybe he liked sloppy seconds. The grizzled bear was first, quick and easy- a short stumpy cock and he shunted his load after a couple minutes into the kid's curvy butt, leaving without a word. The *built guy was different; pretty well-hung and thick, about eight inches, veined and uncut. The muscles in his ass and hips strained as he forced his dick into the young hole; the whole van shook as he held the kid down hard, pinning him like a wrestler. After a few hard deep thrusts it came out smeared with blood. He kept on screwing, deep as he could, whispering under his breath, "Yeah, take that raw cock," then spewed a thick load, half across the exposed back and half in the butt-crack. After the bodybuilder had fastened himself up and gone, I asked the skinny guy why he was last- he said, "You and Rusty and the other two are negative; I'm a poz dude." I laughed; Mark had a bigger surprise in store than a torn butthole. The skinny guy had a long thin rod that went in fast like a plunger and came quickly, buried deep and hard, grunting as he added his toxic juice to the mix. He excused himself and headed back inside; but he'd given me an idea. Alone in the parking lot with the dosed guy, I hit the message boards on my phone: "Newbie non-consenting hole needs raping; rough fuckers wanted, more hung and filthy the better." In half an hour I had five guys show up, wordless and waiting; they lined up by the van and took their turns one after the other, grunting and hissing as they climbed on the boy and went to town on his ass. One black dude had prison tattoos across his hands, a Hispanic one had a blade scar across his lip and slammed the kid's head against the mattress. These were the guys I needed, filthy sleazy fuckers to show up and dump their loads in Mark's rectum, to teach this clean-cut little kid the meaning of pain. None had washed in days from the smell; thick dirty cocks dripping with god-knew-what STDs. I'd saved the best for last; a tall bald muscular guy in his forties called Duke in plaid shirt and jeans; he'd advertised as being 'hung like a God'. You know how much that's worth online, specially with sleazy dudes; but when he opened his jeans I was speechless- it was more like a nightstick than a cock, had to be twelve inches, uncut and thick. By this time the Jesus-freak sprawled on the filthy mattress was a mess; suit covered in lube, shit and cum, pants and underwear torn, hole wide and leaking blood like an open pit. I'd had to dose him again to keep him under; no way would an awake person take this monster willingly. Duke looked at me appraisingly, giant cock hanging out- I gave him a quick suck before we got to business. I could barely manage the first couple inches, it was that big; but it tasted sour and salty and musky, dripping with pre-cum. Like cocks taste in dreams. "Who's the suit?" he growled.* "Some missionary kid," I shrugged my hair out of my eyes. "Does it matter?" "Not to me," he muttered. He wiped off the worst of the mess and positioned himself, greasing his club with the last of the Vaseline and aiming for entry. In one long smooth thrust he rammed it home; blood and grease and filthy spunk squirting around his dick as he fucked, hips like pistons, faint moans coming from the boy underneath; even unconscious, it had to be agonising. Duke's face was great to see; concentrating wholly on the task, the feeling as he buried his monster in the kid's guts. "Are you poz?" I asked, more to pass the time than as a serious question.* "Yeah," he answered between grunting thrusts. "Undetectable?" I asked hopefully. I had to admit I wanted to try that cock myself, if I could stay negative. Fuck, I was horny and high- it was messing with my inhibitions. He gave a short laugh, groaning harder as he got closer. "Nah, more like 300,000. Haven't cum in a week, either." Fuck- there went my chances of getting an awesome night of sex with Duke. I chuckled as I realised what a charged load the kid was getting, though. His ass flexed as he gave three last titanic rams, growling and grunting like an animal, dumping his thick toxic load in Mark's violated guts. My cock was hard as a rock just watching; I pulled it out and started to yank, unable to stop myself. Duke panted and withdrew, his footlong cock turning rubbery, leaning heavily against the inside of the van. He looked at me. "Your turn." I stopped jerking briefly. "Me? Nah- nearly a dozen guys have had his hole; probably half had high VL. Look, he's a mess." Duke put himself away but stared into my eyes intently, tucking in his plaid shirt. "You still want to. You want to be one of us. I can see it." He smiled cruelly. "You didn't get this kid drugged and rammed and ruined just for the fun of watching." I looked at the slumped figure on the cum-covered mattress, speed vibrating brightly in my head, and realised he was right. It was what I wanted more than anything, even if I couldn't admit it. Duke reached forward and took my dick in his hand; it was tender, almost paternal. I could feel the calluses on his palms. Gently he guided me down onto the stained bed, grinning widely as I gave myself up to the feeling. I aimed myself eagerly at that open cum-filled hole- it was a much bigger target than the tiny pink rosebud I'd offered Rusty hours ago. There was a thick squelch as I sank in deeply, the tenth guy taking this ass tonight, his muscles still hot and responsive, flexing around me. I was lost in it, lubed and slippery with the thick dirty cum of all the others. Duke's hands were warm on my back, urging me on; in minutes I came, squeezing the kid's cheeks together with my hands as the lube/blood/cum mix ran down his legs. It was an incredible feeling, better than I'd ever imagined; fireworks exploded in my head. "I bet you've been made, now," said Duke, rubbing his juice into my cock-head. "One of us." he was smiling like an idiot, and I realised I was as well. The speed was finally releasing its grip on me by 3am, and I'd tidied up Mark the Jesus-freak as best I could; surprisingly he didn't seem injured. Most of the mess wiped off; sure, he'd be sore for weeks, but no hospital needed- more than I'd expect for anyone on the receiving end of tools that big. He was coming to when I sat him down at the base of a tree in Hawthorne Park, groaning and clutching his rear. I whispered in his ear, "You spread the Word of God, boy? We've given you the Gospel of the Seed." I was up and gone by the time he opened his eyes and looked round. In two weeks, I'd sold off all my pills and got a new job as a pharmacy-tech at a private clinic in Cicero. Lax security procedures and all the drugs I could sell- rich lazy patients and fat paychecks. Life looked good. On my way down past the coffee shops, I caught sight of Mark, on his rounds, suited and strolling but looking flushed and groggy. Sure enough, he was fine- walking a little funny, but that was to be expected. I sat on the wall and waited patiently as he walked past; he glanced at me with no recognition- the barbs had made him forget it all. Suddenly he stopped and sneezed heavily, coughing and fumbling in a pocket. I passed him a pack of tissues. "Thanks!" he exclaimed with his old bright manner. "Flu, right?" I asked. "Yeah," he said thickly, blowing his nose. "Well, it's the season for it." I grinned widely and headed down on Seventh, to the docks where the hustlers plied their trade. Just like Mark, I was off to spread the Gospel.

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

Greetings, I live in East Flatbush. I can't host but I can travel anywhere in the city with an MTA line. I've done both pure safe and pure bareback raw fucks but now I want to live out something I find super hot. I have a stealthing fantasy as a top and I would like to find a willing bottom to preform this on. You must be negative, undetectable or on PrEP. This can work one of two ways: 1) I can cum in, you ask if I have a condom, I put the condom on, fuck you for a bit, then without warning break/remove the condom and continue to fuck you until I nut in you. OR 2) I cum in, I put the condom on, I fuck you for a bit and then at one point when I'm on break (or even hotter while I'm fucking) you remove the condom and I stick it back in and fuck you until I nut. I hate to sound mean but please be under 40 unless you have a super hot hole. Any race is fine. Jockstraps/thongs are a huge turn on. Love slings too. Thanks and I hope I have someone willing for this hot experiment! =D

My First Group Breeding and Experience with Watersports: I had three pretty hot breeding experiences within about a month of one another and know that I got positive from one of them – or maybe got poz cum from them all. Here is the story of my first group breeding and first time taking cum in my ass. I was in my 20s and living in Texas and while I had sexual fantasies of being a little wild and piggish, I never acted on them as I was very shy, reserved, and always had safe sex and never took any risks. One afternoon I met a girl I used to work with for lunch in Houston as I was in town for a few days on business. I had a few margaritas, was pretty buzzed, and as I started to head home I passed an old adult movie theater. I remembered hearing about the place and they said it was like a real theater with all the seats and showed porn all the time, but also had some side rooms, booths, arcade, etc… so I figured what the hell and drove around the block a few times, parked, and went in. There were several guys that I could see in the big theater so I nervously sat for a while and watched the porn. It didn’t seem like anything was going on, not even people jacking their dicks, so I got bored and started to walk around to see what else the place had to offer. There was a refreshment/bar area with a few tables where a couple guys were sitting and smoking and they each turned and looked at me hard when I walked by. I ordered a beer, downed it, and walked around some more. Out near the maze and rooms were a few dozen guys of all types from business men to street trade lined up along the walls and I felt like a small calf who had just stumbled into a pack of wolves. I was so nervous so I just stood against the wall and tried to avoid eye contact, but within a couple minutes this white guy who was about 35, 6’5, 240, with a big mustache, in construction boots and kind of dusty clothes came up to me, grabbed my left arm and leaned down and said “Come with me,” before he started to push/guide me towards the end of the hall. We went inside the last room, which reeked and smelled like piss, cum, sweat, and just nastiness. The construction guy shut the door, locked it, then turned and looked at me. He didn’t say a word, just stepped up, put both his hands on my shoulders, pushed me down on my knees and unzipped his pants. I got the idea, so I worked his dick out and was in shock and awe. His cock was huge. I asked him if he had a condom and he said, “Shut up and suck it or I can leave.” So I started sucking him and within seconds he got about 10 inches long and really thick. I had had a few dicks that I thought were big, but nothing like that and started thinking in my head how much I wanted it inside me. After a few minutes sucking his dick he told me to strip. I started to say no, I was not comfortable, and he stepped close, put his hand over mouth and said, “Boy, you want some of this dick?” I just nodded. He then said, “Well then this is how it’s going to be. You are going to do what I tell you, and trust me boy, I will give you what you need. I have a few hours and plan on having a good time, now get out of those clothes.” As I started to undress, he sat on the bench in the room, lit up a cigarette, and watched me. By now, interest in what was going on in our room was clear as I noted some guy looking through the gloryhole from the next room, which made me even more nervous, but I finished stripping. The guy I was with then stood up, slid his pants down, pointed to his dick and sat back down. I went back onto my knees and started sucking. He then stood up and pulled me up, and had me bend over to suck him while he started rubbing his hands up and down my back, then to my ass, then he slammed two fingers in my hole. I tried to stand up and pull away as it hurt like hell being finger fucked with no lube, but he just shoved my head back on his dick and said, “Boy, I won’t tell you again.” So I kept sucking and he started saying “Hmm, nice hole, nice little cunt for me, hmmm.” He then pushed my head back and pointed to the right. Some guy had stuck his dick through the gloryhole and the construction worker pushed me towards it as he walked behind me with his fingers still up my ass. I leaned over, put my hands on the wall and started sucking the dick in the hole. I had never done an anonymous blowjob before, but seemed like I did not have much choice as I wanted the construction guy’s big dick. While I sucked the dick in the hole, the guy behind me pulled his fingers out, leaned over my back and said into my ear, “Don’t stop boy.” I then felt him spit onto my ass, heard him spit onto his dick and I started to stand up to say no, put on a condom. With his left hand he pushed me down and with his right pulled my ass cheeks apart a little and I felt the head of his dick at the edge of my hole. He then shoved his raw dick in as far as he could go. I yelped and tried to stand up as it felt like he was ripping me apart. Trying to push back only pushed his dick deeper in and at the same time he grabbed me by the hips and started slam fucking. I was getting hit in the face with the dick through the hole and my head was hitting the wall. I was having all I could do to stand up and it hurt so fucking bad. Fuck my ass was burning! The guy fucking me slowed a little and shoved my face back to the hole in the wall. I could see the other guys face through the wall who had looked to see what was happening, and he stuck his dick back through. So I sucked it and the guy fucking me started fucking hard again, getting really verbal and loud. “Fucking cunt, yeah take my cock.” About that time the guy in the hole shot his load down my throat and pulled out. My head started banging the wall again and I could hear voices in the hall, people trying to door handle on our room, and I was nervous thinking we were in trouble for some reason, but the guy fucking me was not stopping. Another cock popped through the hole, a big black one that smelled like it had not been washed in weeks. I started sucking it (and gagged some) and the guy fucking me started saying, “Take my cum bitch, take my cum, fuck yeah,” before he shot in my ass. I could not believe it, had never felt that before and it was amazing!! It felt like gallons of hot oil going into me. He then yanked his cock out of my ass, turned me around, pushed my ass towards the black dick in the hole, and I backed up on it. The guy in the hole didn’t seem to mind as I felt him push back, and the construction guy who had just cummed in me made me bend down and start licking his dick clean. I could see cum and blood on his dick and hesitated, but he just shoved my head down on it until I was gagging and could not breathe. The guy in my ass then pulled out and I could feel cum running down my ass and legs. I stood up and the construction guy smiled, grabbed my head and said, “Good boy” then started kissing me really hard. His mustache hurt and he was a very rough kisser, but I loved it. The construction guy then stood up, zipped up his pants, and said, “Lock the door, I’ll be right be back,” and left the room. I was sort of stunned. What did he mean? Was he coming back? Damn I was just fucked without a condom and was scared and excited at the same time. Someone then opened the door and looked at me standing there naked, I said “Sorry,” closed the door and locked it. I looked down and saw cum running down my legs tinged with red. I touched my ass with my finger and it came back mixed with cum and blood and I freaked. What had he done to me? What did I let him do? There was someone looking through the hole too, so I just sat on the bench in the corner where I could not see them, or them me. Several minutes went by and I figured I should get dressed. I got up and started to put my clothes on when someone knocked. “Open it up boy,” he said. I unlocked the door and the construction guy came back in carrying some paper towels, and a case of Budweiser. “Did I tell you to get dressed? Get that shit off” he said. He tossed me the paper towels, then sat on the bench, opened up the beer, took two out and gave me one. He then pulled my arm and made me sit beside him and said, “Told you boy, I’m going to have a good time and we’re just getting started, now slam that beer.” As I was gulping it down, he pushed me to my feet and slammed a couple fingers up my ass. “Hmm, yeah boy, get you some cum.” He then walked over to the hole in the wall as someone else was looking through. The construction guy leaned down, and asked the guy in the other booth if he wanted to fuck me. The guy said yes, stood up and stuck his dick through. Mt breeder motioned me over, grabbed me, kissed me hard, bent me over and backed my ass up to another raw dick. I wiggled it in pretty easy with all that cum in there and the guy started fucking me. I then started sucking the construction guy and before long the guy in the hole must have shot, and pulled out, and then another guy was right behind him. Another anonymous, raw dick, but this one was a lot bigger and bigger and he fucked hard and rough before depositing a full load inside me. I stood up, the construction guy smiled, grabbed my head, kissed me hard again, pulled away a little and then spit on my face. He laughed at the look of shock I gave him before he continued kissing me. The construction guy pushed me towards the corner, bent me over the bench, put one foot up on the bench and slammed his dick up my ass. I cried out because it hurt worse than the first time and tried to run, but there was no place to go, so just tried to brace myself. He slam fucked for a while then slowed a little, started to get loud and verbal again, “Fucking little cunt, god damn, bitch, yeah take my cock, fuck yeah,” and then started slapping my ass harder and harder. People tried getting into the room again and I could hear some guy saying something through the hole in the wall. Harder and harder the construction guy fucked me before he seeded me again. Believe it or not this load seemed bigger than the first one. My guts were on fire and I was totally out of breath. I touched my ass and could not believe how wet and sore it was, and he just smiled. We both sat down on the bench. The construction guy grabbed me and kissed me deep, then pushed me away. He smoked a cigarette, I slammed another beer, started another, then he stood up, put his dick in my mouth, grabbed my head with both hands and said, “You better swallow it all.” I had no idea what he meant as he was not really hard, and then I felt him pissing in my mouth. I gagged, tried to push away, and he grabbed my head harder and said loudly, “Fucking swallow it – swallow it!” So I did. It tasted awful, warm and rotten, and I thought I was going to puke for sure. Some of his piss started running out the side of my mouth and when it did he yanked his dick out of my mouth and turned and finished pissing on the floor towards the corner. He then sat back down, smoked another cigarette and told me to slam some more beer. When his cigarette was done the construction guy grabbed me, started kissing me hard again and rubbing my ass. I rubbed his dick. He got up, said, “Lock the door,” and left again. I figured he had to get some cigarettes or something as we still had beer and he just pissed. My stomach was queasy as hell from the mix of beer and piss, so I sat down and tried to ignore the fact there was another face in the hole in the wall. That guy stuck his dick in, but I knew I better not do something if I had not been told to. A few minutes later the construction guy knocked and said, “Open up boy.” So I opened the door and stepped back and he walked in followed by a Mexican guy who was about my height, but heavier. I looked at the construction guy with a question on my face, “Suck his dick boy,” he ordered. The Mexican guy unzipped his pants, then took them right off and pushed me down to his dick. It was pretty big, but not as big as some that had fucked me already, and it was uncut. His dick smelled dirty and sweaty too, but he just shoved it in my mouth and started face fucking me. The construction guy sat down on the bench and lit up another cigarette, drank beer, and watched. When the Mexican got hard enough he pushed me down on the floor. The floor was so dirty, but he did not seem to care as he pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs, and then slammed his cock all the way in. I cried out and tried to push him off, but he just fucked harder and quicker. I looked to the construction guy and he had a big old smile on his face and was stroking his dick. The Mexican guy was so quiet, did not say a word, but I could tell he was close and soon he shot his load and then lay on top of me. He got up, said something in Spanish to the construction guy and they started chatting and drinking, so I got up and sat on the bench and was trembling a bit as I turned and saw someone looking through the hole. The Mexican guy finished his beer, got dressed, and left. The construction guy then stood up, tossed the paper towels at me and told me to wipe off. He also told me to try to push out the cum out of my ass. I thought we must be done and overwhelmed with all kinds of feelings and emotions – pain, guilt, desire, need. He smiled, said, “Good boy,” grabbed me again, kissed me long and deep, then guided me once more towards another dick poking out of the hole in the wall. I knew the rules by now so started sucking it, but this dick was not very big so it was difficult to really suck it well through the wall. I was focused on that when I suddenly felt the construction guy spread my cheeks like before with both hands and slam his cock balls deep. I gasped and cried out and tried to pull away and he slapped by ass hard and kept fucking. “Fucking cunt, you’re going to take it, you’re going to take every fucking thing I got!” That phrase stuck with me and later I realized a lot of poz tops say something similar like it’s their way of saying they are giving you poz cum. Anyways, the construction guy was rougher and harder than all the other times combined. I had all I could do to stand up let alone suck that little dick. He started pulling all the way out and slamming back in, all the way out and back in. I couldn’t breathe, it hurt so bad, my head was spinning. He was really loud at this point, “Take it bitch, take it, take it!” and then he slammed one last time and I felt him let loose. Fuck – how could one man cum so damn much! The construction guy then yanked his cock out of my dripping ass, zipped up, and walked right out of the booth without a word. I was still partially bent over and gasping before fully realizing he was gone. I quickly went to the door and shut and locked it before some of the other guys in the hall could come in. Cum was oozing out my ass my hole ached, throbbed, and hurt so bad. Yet, at the same time I felt empty and just wanted him back inside me. I realized then there was nothing like a man taking my ass raw and making it his and giving me his cum. While my head still told me I had to play safe, the pig in my soul was starting so say, “Remember how good that felt?” The thought flashed through my head, what if he was poz? But almost immediately I realized I did not care. I would have let him keep fucking me over and over and sharing my ass as much as he wanted. I went back to the theater the next three days hoping I might see that guy again. I saw the Mexican once and he tried to get me into a room, but I needed the construction guy and he was not there, so I left and never saw him again.

This has come up before but how do you handle it as a top on Grindr when a lot of hot bottoms hit me up wanting to fuck but don't know my status do you tell them before and risk half of them not being interested or tell them and hope some still are? I only fuck bareback and condoms are a huge turn off. Even if a guy is hot I still won't fuck if he insists on a condom. So do you tell guys that I'm poz and undetectable if they ask? And just let the chips fall where they may? ON bbrts it's a lot easier because most there assume it, but problem with bbrts is that it's so dead usually nobody is on much. Just today a hot guy hit me up and we chatted and he was a bottom but he asked "ddf"? So of course when asked I can't lie, so I say, "I'm poz and undetectable and std and drug free". He said he'd get fucked but only with condom. Which is a dealbreaker for me I hate condoms. So how to approach this when chatting with a hot guy? Just tell if they ask point blank? Or tell them from the get go?

Part I. As my boy and I have continued to explore sex with other people, we’ve had some wild time. We’ve both bred and been bred by guys we knew were POZ, either because they told us, or we saw their biohazard and scorpion tattoos. I’m sure a few POZ guys stealthed us back before we started playing raw on purpose. Suffice it to say that we are no strangers to taking loads, POZ or otherwise. Are we chasers? No, but we like cum. My boy surprised me on a recent Saturday night. We had been talking about going out, and we showered together, both douching pretty deeply in case we wound up sharing some cock later. We made out in the shower, and could barely keep our hands off each other as we toweled off and tumbled onto the bed. My boy threw me onto my back and went down on me, swallowing my cock to the balls and getting it slobbery before climbing on top and sitting all the way down on my dick. He rode me for a few minutes before I came deep in his guts. He pulled off and went down on me again, licking up my cum and his ass juice. He kissed his way up my chest and worked traces of my load into my mouth. I spit the cummy mixture into my hand and worked it into my ass. Still lying on my back, my boy hoisted my legs up and slid his raw hard cock into me. He was so turned on that he came in a few strokes, filling my ass up with a big creamy load. He pulled out, grabbed his phone off of the bedside table and snapped a few pics of my cummy ass, my hands spreading my cheeks wide. As his load oozed out, he fingered it back into me. He slapped his cummy cock against my hole and then I head the ‘woosh’ as he sent an message from his phone. I love feeling a guy unload inside me. I usually can’t feel the actual cumshot, but I can sense his cock plumping up, and then the warm wet rush squishing around inside me. It drives me wild. I live for it. So does my boy. He curled up next to me and fingered my ass. ‘Wanna go play?’ I said sure, and he suggested we go to our favorite sex club downtown. It’s really sleezy, with booths big enough for two to play comfortably, and three if they’re really hot. A few of the booths still have gloryholes. ‘I have a kinky idea... You up for some raunchy fun?,’ he asked, winking at me. I told him I was up for anything. I grabbed my poppers and we both put on our mesh jockstraps, some running shorts, tight t-shirts, and headed to the car. I pestered him the whole way there about what he was planning, and he just giggled. He stopped the car outside of a drug store and told me to wait in the car. I was wondering why he would want more lube since I could see my cum making a dark spot on his shorts as he got out of the car. He was already well-lubed… My boy came back a few minutes later and tossed a bag into my lap. ‘Open it,’ he told me. I did, and was SHOCKED to see two boxes of 18 condoms and two tubes of cheap lube. ‘What the fuck are these for?’ I asked, kind of mortified that he was even suggesting we try safe sex. ‘Just for tonight, baby,’ he assured me. ‘I know what I’m doing…’ He started the car as I sat in a funk, my lap full of unopened rubbers. ‘Are we gonna poke them with pins and breed some unsuspecting bottoms,’ I eagerly asked. ‘Nope,’ he replied. ‘Oh I get it. We’re gonna start to safe fuck some slutty bottom and then work the rubbers off and stealth them?’ ‘Nuh uh,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘What the fuck! I’ve come too far to go back to rubbers now!’ He shook his head, smiling at me, and leading my hand to his hard cock. Fuck! It had been a very long time since he could get hard at even the though of a condom. He took a deep breath as we pulled into the garage next to the sex club. We found a spot, and he parked. As the engine halted, he turned to me and kissed me hard. ‘Tonight, we’re both gonna get as many guys to fuck us as we can. The filthier the better, you see, because we’re gonna make them all bag up.’ I smirked, knowing full well that some hot guys would refuse to use a condom at all. And I knew that some fuckers would remove the condom at the first opportunity. ‘We’re gonna play ‘safe’ tonight. I invited a group of friends to seek us out and fill those rubbers with their cum…’ My interest was piqued. ‘Go on…’ I pleaded. ‘The kinky part will come when we collect all of those full used rubbers… I have a plan for our holes…’ He kissed me hard, and reached for one of the boxes of condoms. My boy got out of the car as he unwrapped the plastic and shoved the condom wrappers in one long strip into his shorts. He didn’t look back at me. I followed him, copying his moves, and discarding the cardboard box, with a strip of 18 condoms trailing down my ass, shoved into my waist.

as a bottom who talks to guys on apps like GrindR and Scruff etc etc, I don't mind how it's brought up. usually guys just say "what you into?" and i answer and then they add "bb or safe?" and i say "BB prefered" and then they ask if i am poz , i say "no im not, i get tested regularly but i dont mind if you are poz as long as undetectable and on meds. but either way, i'm cool chatting" and then they go into any details they wanna disclose. GrindR doesn't give much room on your profile for details like that, try scruff. it has a section for your safe sex preferences.. most list "prep" or "unsafe" or "top safe" or "condoms only" etc. there is a gap for that in your profile on scruff, saves it bieng brought up in conversation. i'm sure other bottoms wont mind with it just being brought up, i never do. i always try to never judge, when sex is concerned.

True, I have to tell, they do have a right to know I think. Especially guys who may not know what undetectable means. Grindr is a bit indiscrete to say the least so not really comfortable with putting my status in my profile there so usually I wait and see if they ask and if they do I tell them. Its kind of a buzzkill thought having to explain it when you just want to hookup. So far, I have only told them if they ask me point blank, and if they're ok with it, fine, if not, oh well. If they don't ask, then I don't bring it up.

I think the only answer, unless you get off on the idea of stealth pozzing (unlikely in your case), is just to be upfront when they ask and if they don't, don't worry about it. They have a right to know, even if that cuts your chances of success.

great posts and must be great memories of a lot of very intense fucking. no doubt, the rough stuff can be fun.....and if you got pozzed in the process, you have something to always take you back to those fucks. i know i had some rough sex during my brief chase....and the guy who pozzed me was not a sadist at all....but i enjoyed those who were....and appreciated their efforts in my chase

Hmmm, is it degrading if I wanted it? I do ass-to-mouth frequently. Had guys piss in my mouth and swallow. Had one guy years ago, enjoyed making me tongue his ass after he took a shit. I'd give anything to be stripped down in a stall in a men's room, forced to take every cock that came along.

haha payback is a bitch!

That's one of the benefits of climbing into a sling. It should be pretty obvious that I'm looking to get fucked.

Just found this one - apologies if it's been on here before but turn up the volume - fuckin hot pos talk! http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=pbGKb-G308-

you smooth talker you, i wish guys at the sauna had your attitude haha xxxx thanks, you've made my evening x

Note: Everyone in this story is meant to be above the age of consent. Back in highschool, the first time I really had gay sex, although I fantasized about it and read a lot of gay porn stories, the first time I was fucked up drunk and on downers after a party. One of my friends, who was rumored to be gay, starts to massage me, and I just acted like I was asleep, but he may have known I was faking. I let him take off my pants and underwear and go down on me and also lick my ass. I started moaning then, I figured fuck it. He swiveled around so his cock was in my face while he sucked me, and at first I was like, I'll receive but I'm not giving and avoided it, pretending to still be drunk and out of it. He held my head with both hands and forced his cock in my mouth so fuckit, I started sucking it. Turns out I was a natural deep-throater. After his cock became steel-hard he pulled off and laid on me. He was really into body contact, and he laid out full on me, rubbing our hard cocks together, sucking and biting my nipples, which I got into immediately, then he started sucking and kissing my neck and ears while he kneaded my butt cheeks and rubbed my ass deeply right next to my hole on both sides and I knew what was coming. I masturbated fantasizing about sex with men, but I didn't consider myself gay, to where I'd be romantic with a guy or fall in love or make out with him. Just concentrating on his cock and ass seemed less gay somehow. Anyway, again, he wasn't having any of it and he held my face and quit acting tender and just jammed his tongue in my mouth. Again, I said fuckit. I was into making out, I loved girls and I was a randy teenager, so I just went with it and it kind of cool to be on the receiving end, he was very aggressive and rough and kissed me hard and almost choked me with his tongue. Meanwhile, he had been rubbing my pussyhole until I relaxed, then fingering my ass with lube he had, first one, then two and finally all four fingers pushed into me like a slot. I was still all fucked up and with good barbituates you feel no pain, a friend of mine on downers broke an ankle and didnt realize until the next day, so I could take a cock up the ass easily. He held a jar of poppers under my nose and forced me to breath them deeply, first one nostril then the other. I became instantly insanely horny for cock up my ass, all my muscles down there went slack, it felt like my balls were hanging a foot below my ass and my boypussy just opened up like a flower. He didn't even break the kiss as he positioned himself then pushed it in, not really slowly, he didnt back off and just pushed and pushed, first missing my hole and pushing like he was trying to drill me a new asshole. I reached down and spread my cheeks with one hand and guided him in with the other. At first it seemed like it was blocked or something my ass was so tight, but all the sudden I let go and it pushed all the way in. The weird thing wsa the rim of my ass burnt and hurt, but inside it was fucking incredible. It was like I had an itch deep inside and the only thing that would satisfy me was his cock, and I spread my legs wide and pushed my hole hard against his groin trying to get him as deep as possible. Long story short(er), he fucked the hell out of me 3 or 4 times that night, came in me repeatedly, I sucked the ass and cum off his cock each time and I became his regular fuckboy. I was dating a girl and didn't have a car, he used to drive us around, take me to a secluded place so we could fuck while he watched us in the rear-view, then drop her off and drive me back to the same place and fuck me in the back seat on my back so we could make out or leaning over the fender. Once I was jacking it and came all over his car while he fucked me. Another time a car full of teens (who luckily we didn't know) drove past while he was fucking me bent over the hood of the car and they drove by slow and gawked at him riding my ass while I laid my upper body all the way down on the car and he laid his chest down on me, but they didn't stop or say anything. Maybe they were gay too. Anyway, he started picking me up in the morning to take me to school, he came early so we had a chance to stop at a nearby park, make out for a while then I'd suck him off and swallow. I wouldn't let him fuck me because cum has a way of working its way out of your ass, and I didn't need a wet stain of cum on the back of my jeans in school. However, after school was a different matter, his mom worked and we'd go there and suck and fuck like rabbits. None of my friends knew of course, and I had a girlfriend I was fucking. One time he remarked that I was the only truly bi-sexual person he knew. However, my sexual feelings were changing. All the fucking and making out I started to find I was developing feelings for him, although I still considered myself just someone who like gay sex, not gay myself. He asked me to start wearing girl's panties to school and I did, on gym days I'd wear shorts over them under my jeans so noone would see I was wearing panties. It had the affect of making me feel feminized and even more submissive when he fucked me. When my gf and I broke up (I had pretty much lost the desire to fuck her and thought about cock even while having sex with her) I didn't look for another and really got into gay sex with him, roleplaying and making sounds and whimpering and begging like a girl while he fucked me, playing rape games and taking spankings. He liked to use demeaning language like calling me a little bitch, faggot, slut, cunt, whore and telling me to take it up my faggot ass and making me beg him to fuck my faggot asshole etc. I got off on it. I told him how much I loved his cock and body and his very cute ass and he let me tongue his butt and bury my nose in his cockhair and even put my open mouth over his bush to suck in his scent, it drove me insane with horniness. During the day I'd sneak a finger up my own ass and smell his cum on my finger and go mad with the desire to masturbate. Sometimes we be out in his car partying and he'd have to piss and I'd get out with him and kneel down, look up into his eyes and take every drop of his briny, burning piss while looking at him lovingly and he looked back at me with contempt, holding my ears and jamming his cock to the back of my throat. As our sexual relationship started to mature into an actual romance we started going to drive in movies. He was into CD so I'd wear a bra and panties under my clothes, and as soon as we parked I'd take off my jeans and we'd make out while he felt up my titties under my bra. We kind of played I'd try to fight him off like a good girl but finally he'd be pinching and then sucking my nipples and feeling up my cunt in my panties while people walked by. I had long hair so they probably thought I was a girl with a flat chest. They would also walk slowly by getting an eyeful of this 18 year old slut (me), half-naked with her face in her bf's lap, sucking cock. It was too risky to fuck there though so we'd leave and go to the woods or his house and I'd leave the bra and panties on while he ate my pussy, pulling the panties to the side, then fucking me while pinching the hell out of my nipples under my bra and with my panties rubbing my asshole while he fucked me. One time his mom opened the door because I was whimpering and moaning and she just stood there for a few minutes watching. He was oblivious, I guess he had his eyes closed, but I looked over, it was light enough from the light in the hall I made eye contact with her and just kept moaning like a girl and telling him to fuck my pussy, and finally she walked away without shutting the door. After he came in me I went to clean up and get a drink and I was at the refrigerator with just his button up shirt on over my panties when she walks in. She out and out asked me if I enjoyed taking it up the ass and I said, yeah, it's amazing, you never tried it? She said she tried it once but had to stop because it hurt so bad. I said you just need someone patient to break you in, then it's great, for women or men. She lifted up the back of my shirt to see my panties, laughed a little. She saw the wet spot and asked me if I wasn't worried about barebacking. I told her I trusted her son and wasn't worried. She laughed dryly and shook her head and went back to bed. We fucked there all the time with no fear after that. At the end of my junior year, my bf was graduating and going off to college and he told me he had something to tell me the last weekend before he left (we had already agreed to start seeing other people since he was going to be out of state). I had been sick on and off all that Spring and he told me why: he was HIV poz and had probably intentionally infected me months before. The year before he and I had gotten together he had been a bottomboy and his junior year bf had bred HIV into his ass, so to retaliate he had become a stud topman and looked for a queer to pass the gift to, and I was the "lucky" faggot who got the prize. He suggested I consider switching to topping so I could break in my own slavepig. I told him "no time like the present" and forced him facedown on the bed, ripped his pants down and raped his long-unused ass. He barely fought back as he took my thick, unmedicated load with his own strain of HIV streaked through my cum. We kissed and fucked for the last time as I started my new life as a topstud stealther. That night I got a cock stud piercing so my cock would rip any ass I fucked. I already had my eye on an unpopular emo-boi who idolized me. I would offer to take him out partying that weekend and get him fucked up and horny. He would be easy to seduce and breed. My Senior year was going to be fun.

Took a few loads last night and wanted to tell about the last two.... I'm visiting London and had a dom top guy scheduled to come to my hotel about 10:30PM and I knew he liked to fuck a cummy hole. I'd only taken one so went on BBrt to see what was going on and was hit up by this guy I've been chatting with the past few days who was super horny and just wanted to dump a two-week load, pump n go style which I love. We set it up for him to cum by about 10PM and then I got a message from the other guy asking if I"d found another load. I told him about the hookup and he said he wanted to watch, but not join. I checked with the other guy and he was cool with that. So the dom top came over and sat in a chair while I waited on all fours with my ass over the back of the bed for the other guy with the door on the latch. He arrived on schedule, pulled out the most gorgeous uncut cut I've ever seen with a big knob and fed it to me until it got hard and then plunged it deep in my hole. He fucked me deep for about 10 minutes and then blew the biggest load up my ass. After I cleaned off his cock with my tongue and mouthed Thank You to him the dom top pushed me back on the bed and dove in. The other guy dressed, watched for a few minutes, and left. The dom top fucked me deep (huge cock) and shot another load deep inside my hole. They both messaged me later to say what a hot hook up it was, and I have to agree. One for the books.

My husband being bred by a guy down the street My husband found this guy on grindr to breed him for me while i watch then i got to fuck that load out of him. LOVE fucking his cummy hole http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=bykmv-G708-

CHAPTER 15: Cod: Waking up I can feel my dad’s body against mine. I can smell the sweat of his arm pits, “such a nice way to wake up”, I’m thinking, then I realize my dad’s fat cock is in my ass and he’s gently moving back and forth – he’s fucking me. I guess my father woke up and decided he needed another go at my hole; I squeeze down on his cock to increase the sensations, and let him know I’m now a willing accomplice. “Someone’s finally awake”, I squeeze down again on his cock again and again, “ohhhh… yeah boy.. mmmmm.. been fucking you for nearly 10 minutes, ..was wondering when you’d wake up”, the only words I can think of, “Fuck me… harder Dad”. Dad wraps his left arm over my shoulder, pulling me in closer, and I get another strong whiff of his armpit…. “fuck”, softly escapes my lips. My dad never needs to be told to fuck his own son harder, he uses the extra leverage to push deeper inside me and I can feel his sweaty nuts touching my ass, “Not gonna last long this morning boy… your ass.. ohhhh… yeah… gonna fucking breeeeed…”, “mmmmm”, “Gonna.. gonna.. pump another big load of dad sperm inside you.. you want that baby boy?”, “Mmmmmmm” is my only reply. “Tell me Cod.. tell your old man what you really want,.. lemm…”, I interrupt him, “I want all of you Dad! I want you to fuck your sperm inside me, do it to me.. shoot inside me deep, make your cum part of me”. I really don’t know where all this is coming from but I’m so horny and we’re sweating, all I can smell right now is my dad’s sweaty armpits and the man on man sex – I want his load badly. I can feel his cock stabbing at my insides, it hurts like I’ve got to piss, but I assume it’s just that hot bare cock hitting all the right places. I can’t contain myself though, “Ohhhhh dad… ohhhhhhhhhhhh god dad… please… please fucking breed me”, “Fuck yea Cod.. getting’ close, gonna give IT to you”, he huffs between breathes, stressing the word “IT” again, like before. This time I’m buying in, “Give IT to me Dad.. fuck me full”, clearly stressing the word “IT” for him. This really gets him wound up and he’s basically banging my ass as hard as he can now, Dad is really giving it to me – I don’t care if my ass bleeds, I want and need his cum to be part of me. “Ohhhh .. fuck… ohhhhhh fuck… ohhhhhhh fuck Cod… gonna…. Gonna… fuck”, “Yeahhhh… Dad… breed your son’s ass, breeeeed me….”, “FUCKKKKKKK!!!”, I can hear and feel my dad as his cock unloads in my ass. “Fuckk… fuck… cuummmmmming … fuuuu….”, I feel him pushing the cock that made me all the way in, and stopping, as it jerks slightly and pumps what feels like a gallon of “Dad” semen deep into me. We’re both heaving and sweating, “Ohhh fuck baby boy… that’s so hot… soooo good”, I can feel his heavy breathes on the back of my neck, his cock still lodged deep, I have no intention of letting it go; my dad’s cock is right where it needs to be. My mind wonders a little, “Dad – Adam is hiv-positive, and we’ve been having risky sex, it’s his cum you felt yesterday”, wondering if I should tell him that. My dad is still in the moment, hard, and he starts pumping in and out a little, “yeah… baby boy… working my load in you, wanna be sure it’s part of you”, that quickly brings me out of my distraction, I simply moan to let him know we both want the same thing. I don’t know his motivations but I know mine, and I want to be his son, his lover, his bottom boy and I need his cum to be part of me. I love how he feels when we’re this close, “I’ll just get tested again and then we can talk about Adam later, if I test poz”, I think. I squeeze down on dad’s cock movements to signal my approval. A few minutes of this go by and I finally feel my dad’s cock slip out of me, he’s still holding me close, kissing my neck; I turn over. We make eye contact, my lips open, “Love you Dad…”, “Love you too son”, and like that, we’re making out like sex-starved lovers. I love this man so much. My cock is rock hard but without dad’s fuck stick inside me I realize I need to piss so bad it almost hurts. Dad and I are making out and he says, “Need to take care of my boy”, as he slides down to my cock. “Dad. Dahhh… ahhhh”, I can feel his mouth on the head of my cock – Dad is sucking and licking the slit. “Dad … stahhh… fuck… Dad,.. Dad.. I gotta piss”, he mumbles something around the head out of my cock, which feels oddly satisfying, and keeps working the slit. “Serously.. Dad.. “, but he’s not stopping, finally, “Dad if you don’t stop you’re going to get a mouthful of my piss”, giving him the chance to move, but he’s having none of that. “Ahhh.. ahhh.. fine.. you want to swallow my morning piss.. raunchy fu…. “, and then I feel a trickle and the piss starts to leave my cock and enter my dad’s pig mouth. “Pig!”, and I give him a big squirt, choking him a bit, causing him to pull off.. some of my piss goes on both of us and the bed. Without speaking he puts my cock back in his mouth and looks up at me – waiting. At this point I’m barely holding back the full stream, “The toilet mouth wants more huh?”, my cock never leaves his mouth and he nods. I struggle to get it started slowly and not drowned him in the flow. Finally it starts again and this time I’m letting the stream go continuously, I can see my dad swallowing, drinking from his son. A smirk comes over my face, “Refreshment from the Fountain of Cody”, and I chuckle. “Yeahh… Dad.. drink it.. ahhhhh.. so hot”, I can see throat moving as he swallows more, but I don’t force the stream, instead I just let it out easy, making him taste my strong morning piss for as long as I possibly can. “Damn Dad this is so hot, you should swallow my piss every morning”, a moan, and another nod as he’s licking me clean. He finishes and gets up, “Stay here and relax boy, I’m going to go make breakfast”, I watch him as he leaves the room his cock looking piss hard, leading the way. Dad: Waking up with a hot boy like Cod in your bed makes my cock so hard and breeding him completely drains my balls, but drinking his morning piss, and him being a pig about it, really takes things in an interesting direction between us. I can still smell and taste his piss – it’s so strong. I really need to piss and decide two pigs can play at this game; I piss into the coffee maker, add some water, a packet of coffee and set it to brew. I smile. Over the next several weeks or so I fuck Cod daily, sometimes I also drink his morning piss, and sometimes both of these things happen. My son Cod is taking at least one load a day from me daily, and sometimes he gets two, he’s taken at least 20 or so plus load lately, “Which load will knock him up? Will he be able to handle it?”, I wonder. I decide to check in on Jake and Chris, Chris and I haven’t talked as much as I’d like. Jake, however, took what I’m pretty sure is a highly toxic load from me, Sam and Sergei; I want to know if he converted. I decide to text Sam first: Me: “Hey sexy.. heard anything from Jake lately?” Sam: “nope, when we fucking” Sam is still off his meds and breeding me, but, not the usual amount, he’s knows I’m focused on impregnating Cod, lately he’s only fucked me 4 or 5 times. Me: “Tomm.. need it bad” Sam: “me2” I’m so focused on stealth pozzing Cod and seeing him become HIV+ -- that I’ve let most everything else sexual go, I need to be better about things, but its not easy, Cod and I stay naked at home. Cod tries to suck me off now and then but I always turn things on him and breed his ass; he’s bred me once. I decide to text Jake: Me: “Hey bud.. miss me? How are you doing? Any… news?” An hour goes by and I start to wonder if he’s going to respond, then the phone buzzes: Jake: “Miss hearing from you.. want you to fuck me, but really feeling sick right now, feels like a fever and I’m sweating like crazy at night” Sounds like the same thing I had a while back, my cock is instantly hard thinking Jake is HIV+ now and will test poz the next time he goes to get tested. Me: “Jake’s really sick.. fuck flu?” Sam: “FUCK YES!!” Few minutes later I get another text from Jake: Jake: “Weird.. remember Sam? Just texted me too .. asking how I’m doing, told him sick as fuck” Me: “What’d he say” Jake: “Said it might be fuck flu.. think so?” Me: “Dunno.. might be, prob need to get tested again soon” Jake: “is it weird I got hard when he said that?” Me: “No” Me: “I’m hard now too” Jake: “Cool.. wanna feel your cock again, and if I really am + now I wanna share it” I text Chris, he responds much faster than Jake did and he’s a lot more direct: Me: “How are you man.. long time” Chris: “Good.. really horned.. when we fucking?” Me: “Need to soon dude” Me: “BTW… been having lots of risky sex lately.. prob a good idea to test again and be sure” Me: “Need my son Cod to get tested, too” Chris: “Lots of bbin huh? That’s cool you know where I am most days.. we can have a private moment >)” I think, “Did Chris really just ask me to fuck him at the testing center? And is he chasing?”, my mind is swimming with all the possibilities. I decide to see how far down the rabbit hole goes. Me: “I want ‘IT’ bad, you?” Chris: “Yeah man.. needing ‘IT’ bad.. just wanna know the guy that does the deed, hopefully we can be close” If there were any doubt before that message, its gone now, Chris is a barebacker and he’s definitely chasing the bug the same way I did with Sam. Me: “Be glad to share my seed with you.. I might be hiv+ though” Chris: “>)” I decide that Cod and I will get tested this week or maybe next, I just need to figure out a way to get him to the testing center without him bringing up a lot of questions.

My daily use lube is Wet Platinum. I also enjoy vaseline for fucking and have recently been turned on to Coconut Oil. It was great.

I'd like to share MY LOVE of black cocks..... I thought I was versatile. I wasn't exceptionally well endowed but I wasn't tiny like some Asian or white boys are especially when they partied. So far I have only dated guys who had quite large cocks and were strictly tops so I got fucked by them however after my break up with my ex, I hooked up with a white bottom and enjoyed fucking him and decided to try fucking more guys. John was in his mid 30's and he was very handsome with blonde hair and blue eyes. After our first hook up, we met up few more times and fucked since we lived only few blocks from each other. One snowy winter night, he called me around midnight and asked me to come over. When I got there, he was already naked and he was smoking from a glass pipe blowing out thickest white smoke I've seen. "Wanna try?" He held it out to me and fed it to my lips as I inhaled. "Take it as much as you can and as deep as you can." My lungs were healthy from swimming and running tracks in high school and it took several minutes til I got smoke filled inside. As I exhaled the thick white smoke, I felt my body tingle with lust and my cock harder than ever before. John was impressed with my smoking and begged me to fuck him while he took another hit from the pipe. Although we only fucked with condoms on so far, for some reason, I felt the urge to shove my raw hard cock into him really hard so I did. John almost dropped the pipe but didn't complain as I fucked him hard for few minutes. He held the pipe to my lips again and I took a hit as I continued to fuck him. We passed it back and forth few more times and I fucked him hard for a long time. John started to beg me to fuck him harder and this kept on driving me wilder. I finally was nearing my orgasm and John asked me to fiill him up sensing my nearing orgasm. I shot my loads in him but my cock stayed semi hard inside of him for few more minutes. John asked me if I liked raw fucking and I told him I did. He also asked me if I was into group sex and I told him I liked the idea but haven't been in one. We decided to go to one nearby and took few more hits from the pipe before getting dressed to go over. It was in the same building as John's but on the top floor. The host was a really cute young white boy who answered the door only with a bathrobe on. There were few hot young men in the apartment already. After we entered the room and the door closed behind us, they started to get naked and I was impressed how big their cocks were. I felt my older urge as a bottom merging into me but it was interrupted when I felt a finger at my hole trying to enter. It was the young white boy who was trying to push his finger into me while John had few fingers in the boy's hole. "I am sorry. I don't bottom. Not with the smoke. I feel weird." "You must relax. If you clean it, it will help you to relax. Do you want me to help?" I was attracted to this sexy young white boy so I agreed to his help. As we walked away from the group, John got on the floor and started to entertain the other guys rather hungrily. The bathroom was huge and the tub was already filled with hot water. He took my hand and led me into the tub and sat me down while he stood in the middle and inserted a metal hose into his hole. He grabbed his ankle when he turned the faucet letting the water fill him up till he was too full and pulled the tube out. He stood still for few minutes before he rushed to the toilet and let it out. He was mostly clean and he told me he's already cleaned himself so he's clean. He did it few more times for me to see him before he told me to try it myself. As I stood in the middle holding my ankles, he inserted the tip of a turkey baster instead of the hose. He told me to stay still as he pushed some liquid into me that started to burn inside of me. He told me it will help me with the whole process and few minutes later the burning stopped. He pulled out the empby plastic cylinder and pushed in the metal hose filling me with warm water and made my belly burge out. I held still for few minutes and rushed to the toilet to let it out following the white boy's instruction. At first, I had some dirty stuff but after couple of times it was coming out all clean water however I didn't stop since it started to feel so amazing to be filled with warm water. My young friend must have sensed my enjoyment as he started to pump the hose in and out of me instead of just leaving it in there to fill me up. Then he replaced the hose with fingers and started to pump in and out of me really fast making my body rock as well. It felt so amazing to be fingered like this as I started to moan and rock back to his fingers. Then all of sudden, I heard the white boy's moaning from some distance away from me. I turned my head and the white boy was bent over by the toilet with a huge black cock impaling his tight hole. The sight of them turned me on so much. I could also see myself holding my ankles in the middle of the tub with a hot muscular black man standing behind me with his fingers deep fucking me. I was a bit surprised but I loved the fingers in me so much that I continued hold my ankles for him to fuck me more. He poured some cool gel at my opening and used his fingers to push it into me deeper. The gel was cool but something else burned insdie of me as well. He continued pumping his fingers into me for a while before he stopped and pulled out. He gently placed me on my knees over the edge of the tub looking directly at the white boy who was now on the floor not too far from me with one black cock in his ass and another in his mouth. Both of them were balls deep in him and they all held still in front of me. As I watched them, I saw the huge balls of the guys moving up and down and the young white boy's belly bulging out. Both cocks pulled out of the white boy a little more and I saw yellow liquid flowing out around the cock shaft from both of white boy's holes. And I smelled strong piss. The white boy's face looked so angelic and happy as his adams apple bobbed up and down as he drank up the piss while the other guy piss fucked him. I felt my own hole desiring the same thing as the white boy when I felt a huge hard cock head kissing the gaping hole. I felt my hole spasming around the cock head... "Your hole is kissing my cock head." The black boy told me as he pushed it into me. I couldn't move away from him since the tub was holding me up but my whole body shook with the pain as he continued to fuck into me. I bit my own lips to stop myself from screaming. For some reason, I didn't think of stopping him from fucking me even tough I felt the huge pain. Relax.. Relax..... somewhere the voice was heard. I tried to relax my hole but didn't know how to at first. Finally when I got the hang of it, the pain was gone. I started to fuck back into him sometime ago. He lifted my whole body with his cock still deep inside of me and the young white boy was carried by one of the young black man as well. They carried us to the livingroom to join John and more black/latin booys/men with hunge cocks. John was taking two cocks in his ass while he tried his best to suck another. Soon the young white boy was doing the same thing as John. I was happy to have one cock inside of me for now. I felt the young black strangers cock grow bigger and get deeper into me for a while before he started to fill me up with his hot seeds. That's how I was initiated into black breeding with T.

I don't use any....... Except the precum that leaks out. If that counts.

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

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

I love it when my hole gets really loose and sloppy after a hard fucking

My hole is really tight. And I like it that way. I like being stretched by a thick dick so I can really feel it when the top enters. If it would be loose I would feel less. Love the feeling of a big thick cock working to enter my my ass.

Finding His Boy (Part 2) Matthew James was out, drugged by Reese Martin, a ’22 year old’ he met on the internet a few months earlier. The truth was that Reese was 32, HIV+ former boy to Martin Louis. Martin was an independently wealthy man who had tricked, drugged and kidnapped Reese when he was about Matthew’s age. Martin was killed in a car accident and left everything to his boy, Reese. His instructions were simple, Reese could choose to remain a bottom and seek another Sir to serve, become a master and find his own boy or do neither. Reese chose to seek out his own boy and found Matthew James. Reese had his drugged up, naked boy in his hotel room. He threw on some shorts and ran out into the darkening knight to grab a bag from the van. He pulled out what he’d need to prepare his boy for travel. He had a hood complete with gag and built in head phones and a sleep sack that he would be able to secure his new toy for the trip. Reese placed the hood over his new boy’s head, slipped him into a sleep sack and tied it up tight. This would keep Matthew secluded and quiet for the remainder of his ride to his new home. Now that it was dark out side, Reese carried Matthew out to the van and hid him away in one of the back benches. He connected the hood’s head phones to a computer in the van that would play white noise along with a subliminal message that would begin his training. As Matthew came too his head was still fogy as to what had happened to him. He had no idea where he was, what the date was or how long he had been unconscious. All he knew was that he was alone. He then realized that he was tied down to some sort of swing. He could feel the cold chains against his right arms. He also felt the warm air on his skin and realized he was naked. Then it came back to him in bits and pieces….he remembered meeting Master Reese and getting fucked buy him. The more he thought about the events, the more he began to remember, the more he began to understand; Master Reese must have drugged him, Matthew admitted to himself that he liked how the drugs made him feel sexy. He thought about the nice long fuck he got from Master Reese and then it hit him….Master Reese said something about poz cum, “OH MY GOD!! Master Reese fucked me without wearing a condom.” Matthew heard someone approaching. He could not speak since he was still gagged, he could not see since he still had the hood over his head, but he could hear the person approaching. “How’s my boy doing? Are you awake and ready to continue your training and transformation?” Matthew was not sure why but he knew the correct thing to do was nod in agreement. “Good boy.” Mathew’s head was lifted up and the hood was removed. He blinked as his eyes as adjusted to the light in the room. He could see that he was in a windowless room somewhere (either the room had no windows or they were boarded over). He looked across his body, he was now hairless from the neck down. Reese looked him over and said, “It’s nice to see you without all that hair, boys are supposed to be smooth, and you won’t have to worry about it growing back either. I have a friend who works in a hair removal clinic and he used a laser treatment to permanently remove the hair you had on your face, arms, legs, chest, arm pits and crotch. You will be required to keep your head shaved smooth until you prove to me you are worthy of having hair. Matthew was shocked. He was proud of his body hair, he remembers the day he noticed it growing on his body. And now it was all gone. “Now we need to continue your training.” “Continue my training Master Reese?” “Yes, it began during your travel here to your new home. And I can tell that it has already started to take.” “Yes Master Reese Sir.” Matthew wasn’t sure why he was calling Reese Master or Sir, but it just seemed the correct thing to do. “What, if anything, do you remember from the hotel room boy?” “I remember Master Reese fucking me and telling me that he gave me 5 poz loads.” “That’s correct boy and do you know what that means boy?” “Sir yes Sir. Master Reese is poz and soon so will I.” “Very good boy. Is that what you want, to be poz like me?” “Yes Sis, if it pleases Master Reese.” “It does boy! Now for the step that will insure you will be poz like I am.” Matthew was unable to move since he was restrained. Reese stepped up along side his new boy, “I may have given you 5 poz loads of cum, but that’s no guarantee that it will take. Watch me, don’t take your eyes off me. What I am about to do will definitely make sure you have my DNA flowing through your body.” Matthew watched as Reese tied a tourniquet around his left arm and did the same to Matthew’s Left arm, swabbed his own prominent vein with alcohol, then did the same to Matthew’s arm. He then took a syringe with clear fluid in it and stuck himself, pushed a little into himself then drew back a lot of blood into the syringe. “You got so horny when I fucked you I could tell you like the Tina I had slipped into your ass. Now it’s time to get a good hard slam mixed with my bug infested blood.” Matthew was hypnotized by the events. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to since he was tied down so well. He watched as Reese stuck the needle into his arm and slowly pushed all the drug and blood mixture into his arm. “There you go boy. It’s a done deed now. After some time you will come to crave the drug just as much as you’ll crave my cum.” Reese pulled the tourniquet off his arm, then Matthew’s. Matthew’s slam was much stronger then his own. Reese takes a small hit or bump just to keep him satisfied, but Matthew was going to be getting a generous amount to get him hooked. Matthew felt the warmth rushing up his arm, into his chest and settling in his throat to the point that he had difficulty breathing. He coughed hard 3 times and Reese knew the slam was taking hold of his new boy. The look in Matthew’s eyes changed from a dazed fog to a look of lust. Reese knew what he needed and was ready to continue his training. He pulled a good size dildo off the wall, lubed it well with Crisco and stuck it in his boy’s hole. Matthew began to moan and groan as the dildo reached its maximum depth of 12”. “Good boy, you took that very well for your first time. But then again you had my 9” tool inside you already.” Reese moved the dildo around for a while then pulled if out. He then reached for a larger one that was 13” long and much thicker, about 8” around. It was modeled after a horse cock. More Crisco was added and the tip inserted. It took a few tries, but the head popped through. There was a look of anguish on Matthew’s face. Reese could tell this was not going to be as easy as the first dildo. “Breath boy, slow relaxing breaths.” Reese held a bottle of poppers under his boy’s nose telling him to inhale deep. He kept a steady pressure on the dildo and felt his hole relax as half of it slid in easily. “There you go boy. Maybe someday we will let a real horse fuck you.” Reese knew how to work this dildo to get it all inside his boy’s hole. He slowly twisted the dildo while applying steady pressure and a few more inches slipped in side. Reese held the bottle of poppers under his boy’s nose and without having to be told anything Matthew took a few deep hits. Reese let Matthew he was doing well with a “Good boy” as a few more inches slid inside. Matthew took a few good hits off the poppers and a few relaxing breaths as the rest of the dildo slipped past the internal ring and all the way into his ass. “Very good boy, I am very proud of you.” With the dildo all the way in Reese knew it would work on deeply opening up his hole. The dildo was worked in and out of Matthew’s hole for almost an hour as Matthew took hit after hit of the poppers. Reese knew his boy had had enough of this and slowly withdrew the large dildo from his boy’s hole. He admired the amount that his boy’s hole was now gaping open. “Not too worry, soon your hole will close up and you will know how to open and close on command for me. I am very proud of you and you have earned my cock and a few loads of cum.” Reese slammed the entire length of his cock inside Matthew as he lay in the ling with his ass slowly retracting. “MMMM, nice and loose. I bet you’ll be able to take 2 cocks inside you at one time. That will give you something else to look forward to besides getting fucked by a horse.” As Reese fucked his new boy, he recalled the time his Master had used that same dildo on him, how much work it took to get it inside his own hole. And now he had his own boy able to take the same dildo in him deep and soon a lot more. Unlike the first time Reese fucked Matthew, he made sure Matthew knew every time he had a load of cum deposited inside him. After load 5 Reese leaned in to kiss his boy, the kiss was deep and passionate. As he continued to fuck Matthew he leaned in like he was going to kiss his boy again, but this time he worked up a good gob of spit and hocked it in his boy’s mouth. “SWALLOW THAT BITCH!” “Thank you Sir.” After a good long fuck and what seemed like a pint of cum Reese was done. He reached over for a good size butt plug and as he pulled out he told his boy “Squeeze that ass of yours as hard as you can.” Once he had his cock out he made sure to replace it with the plug to hold all the cum inside the boy. The straps holding Matthew down were released and Matthew was allowed to get out of the sling. With one word from Reese, “POSITION!”, Matthew got down on the floor on his knees and placed his hands behind his back. “Good boy. Stay there. So far you have pleased me and done what you were told to do.” Reese then began to piss all over Matthew soaking him from head to toe. Just as he was getting close to being done he said another simple command, “OPEN!” Matthew then opened up his mouth and let Reese piss in his mouth. Reese finished pissing and another command was given, “HOLD IT!” Matthew just held his Master’s piss in his mouth. “GOOD BOY, NOW SWALLOW!” Matthew was on automatic, he did not protest when Reese began to piss all over him, he allowed him to piss into his mouth then he held it there for a few seconds then drank it down. Matthew may have wondered a little why he did all this without any protest, but Reese knew exactly why. The same had been done to him almost 15 years ago. His master, Martin Louis had done the same to him as he was now doing to Matthew. He drugged him and kept him drugged as he was subliminally trained. This form of training works so well when the mind is foggy from the drugs. Reese was very pleased with Matthew. “You did very well, you earned yourself a shower.” Reese led his boy over to the shower in the corner and hosed him down before leading him over to the fuck bench. “Time to see how well that hole is working.”