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II. Forgiveness? I walked away from the treadmill, not even looking back at Justin, the bully from my high school days, not even letting him know I saw or recognized him there. I settled down on a weight bench which gave me a clear view of him so I could possibly avoid him when he left the treadmill. I couldn’t keep the thoughts that he still looked damn good and had such a fuckable looking ass, and his bulge up front was promising as well. As I was curling some weights, working on my arms I could hear my music pause a moment and feel my phone buzz, I set down the dumb bell and glanced at my phone. It was a message from Justin “Dave, I know you are most likely trying to avoid me but dude I really need to talk to you face to face… I know I really needed to start this with I’m sorry for all the hell I put you through back in school, and I am truly sorry, but let me explain the agony it caused me as well” I thought what a self-serving asshole thinking that his torment of me caused him some secret grief, but it also intrigued me as well, and what is he doing here, I know I said I was going to the gym, but how did he know I’d be at this one, there are at least half a dozen gyms near my place, he must be stalking me. “Dude, lets pause a moment in our workouts and get a power smoothie and I’ll explain why I want to talk to you, please forgive me and accept my apology” I wasn’t really in the mood for a smoothie, yet but I had a different idea, I texted him back “Thanks for the offer of the smoothie, but no thanks right now, tell you what, meet me at the basketball court in five minutes and we can have a friendly game of horse” I had a plan and I knew I could mop the floor with him in basketball, it wasn’t one of the sports he excelled at, or at least not in high school. I arrived at the court after checking out the ball at the front desk, it was Sunday so the bulk of the crowd had yet to arrive, Justin came in with his usual air of cockiness, same old Justin I thought “So ready to have the floor mopped with your sorry ass” I asked sarcastically “Bring it on Sissy boy” Not a usual taunt by Justin, in school it was usually wimp, nerd, Brainiac or some other quip directed at my physical size, lack of development, even after when I kicked the winning field goal to clinch the football championship. I was intrigued by this almost homophobic slur on Justin’s part “Doesn’t sound like you’re so sorry after all, Justin, sounds more of the same from ten years ago” “Woo, chill out just a little trash talk, if nothing else I thought we could be jock buds” “We haven’t been buds in a long time, Justin, you made sure of that” I tossed the basketball at him hard “I’ll give you a fighting chance I’ll let you go first” “Oh you think you’ve gotten that good do you?” he sniped back “Yeah I do and I’m ready to make you really sorry you ever looked me up” He set up a shot at the top of the key and sank his bucket, I retrieved the ball and took my shot, Swoosh, and it went in without even touching the rim “Nice Rim job, but you’ll have to better than that” He took an outside shot and just made it, I stepped up and once again I made the shot with ease, he set up another shot and missed, I took his position and made it with ease “H” I gloated “want to try again” “Sure, you know you’ve improved since High School” I laughed, then set up another shot that was slightly more difficult and sank the shot “You going to redo your shot so you can move on or should I just call H.O?’ He moved into position and took the shoot, swoosh through the hoop, then moved to my last position and missed ‘H.O., you’ve let your game go since school” “A little but you’ve defiantly have found yours” I set up another layup and made it with little difficulty, he tried again on the last shot and missed again “H.O.R., over halfway there, stud, you letting me win? “ I made another layup and he made the next two shots, drenched in sweat his scent was beginning to arouse me, to distract me a bit “tell you what, I really don’t think you’re as bad as you are playing, lets up the ante… either your game is off or your letting me win thinking I’ll break down and listen to you, let’s find out, you win and I kick back and listen to whatever you have to say, but if I win you stop texting me and stalking me and let us get on with our lives, go our own separate ways and never have to deal with the hurt you put me through again, that okay with you?” Justin looked wounded by my comments, then his face took on a determined look “Not sure if I like the ante, but to get a chance to talk to you I’ll take the bet, even if my game isn’t up to par with yours I’m a gambling man sometimes when the prize is good” He started playing with more determination and soon we were both at H.O.R.S the next one to miss a shot loses and the reward would be claimed. I lined up my shot from almost midcourt and shot the ball towards the hoop and after a bounce off the backboard and a ringing of the hoop it dropped through. Justin, then took aim and fired off his shot lifting himself of the ground on the takeoff and propelling the ball towards the hoop, it hit the backboard as he came back down, twisting his ankle upon hitting the floor, the ball circled around the hoop and fell off to the side as Justin hit the court in agony and pain crumpling into a ball while holding his ankle “H.O.R.S.E., guess you lose, but let’s get you back to the locker-room and get some Ice on that ankle” I helped Justin up and helped him walk back to the locker room and sat him on a bench in front of my locker, grabbed a plastic bag from the roll hanging near the showers, and rushed out to the front desk where I returned the basketball I still had under my arm “Can I get some ice in this bag my friend just twisted his ankle on the court” “Oh no, where is he now” “In the locker room near my locker” The attendant went and got the ice and followed me back to the locker room calling on his walkie talkie for a trainer to meet him there. Upon seeing Justin he applied the ice and soon, Mark one of the trainers showed up and checked on Justin’s twisted ankle. I sat next to him while Mark examined the area which had begun swelling a little, although the ice seemed to be helping it out. “You’re a guest today I assume, and as such we are required by our insurance to have you taken to urgent care, you have anyone that can gather your stuff and meet you there?” Justin looked over at me with pleading eyes and mouthed Please. “I can meet him there, and see that he gets home afterwards” I did it mostly not for Justin but because my mom and his would never let me live it down if I didn’t as they had remained friends through the years, since I never actually mentioned my tormentor to her or my dad all those years ago. The trainer and the Gym manager told me where they were sending Justin to be checked over and I went over to his locker and collected his belongings, taking his gym bag to my car and heading over to the Med Clinic which was a couple miles away, the ambulance already transporting Justin while I collected his things. I arrived at the Urgent care center and was asked to wait in the waiting room. After about half an hour I was led back to a cubical where Justin was laying back on a bed looking like he was no longer in pain, the X-rays had already been taken and a doctor was reviewing them. I sat in the chair next to Justin in silence “Dave, I’m really so sorry for being suck a dick to you for all those years, but I was a asshole and caved to peer pressure, and yes there is peer pressure even in 4th grade, when you’re a popular active kid like I was, it just wasn’t cool to hang with the dweeb, the freak, the best friend I ever had” I thought about his apology but wasn’t buying the whole thing, I was still angry at him after ten years of being without him, then I thought, our parents were friends but he never was around when I came home from school on holidays and breaks, what was he doing that kept him from his family “So is this whole apology, seeking retribution/forgiveness some part of some program or what, and where have you been the last 10 years” “Um, would you believe I’ve been traveling the world with the Peace Corps?” “Not really your mom would have been bragging if that was the case” “Well, my mom and dad most likely don’t talk about me much anymore, they have my younger brother to boast about, although he’s not as athletic as I am, and hasn’t done as much. I thought about his brother, who had followed me to university a couple years behind me, his brother who I run into every now and then at clubs, usually surrounded by young men fawning over his good looks and athleticism “I’m seen your brother, usually at clubs he’s looking pretty good, he looks happy, but what made you drop out of all you had going for you after high school, graduating with honors and set up with scholarships? You just disappeared from town” “That’s one of the things I wanted to talk to you about, because I doubt my parents told you everything, about how I spent my last two weeks before graduation at Seth’s house because they tossed me out, and disowned me” I thought about his brother again, he did seem more reserved and secretive than Justin, not sure what deed got him kicked out, but as both boys were similar in demeanor and knowing Jack had gay tendencies, I began to wonder “Dave, my dad caught me cuddling with Jack on my bed and freaked out just two weeks before graduation” I still held my silence “Although, staying with Seth was an adventure it was him who convinced me that if what I supposedly had done leaked out I could kiss the scholarships goodbye and I didn’t want to go in the military” “Why not, you would have fit in with all the other jock types, all the jar heads and assholes” “but that wasn’t who I was, I wanted to help people, to stop being a dick, my brother taught me that being nice and kind brings you a lot more reward” I figured the pain killers were kicking in as he was getting soft spoken and a little melancholy, almost entering a dreamlike state. I let him rest a bit then looked over at the poor jock almost feeling sorry for him. I had won the game of HORSE, but I wondered if I had lost the chance to get to know the real Justin, other than what little jibberish he was spewing, I wondered if any of it was true A little later the doctor came in and gave us the news “Well the good news is it isn’t broken, but you did tear a ligament and I suggest you try to stay off it for a couple days, we’ll be putting you in a boot to help support until it heals completely and you’ll have to use crutches for the next week or two until the pain of putting weight on it dissipates.” With the news he sent in the nurse to prepare Justin for discharge. After a quick trip to the car in a wheel chair we loaded him into my car. I had tried calling first his parents then his brother but they were both out of town for the weekend. I pulled out my phone and started dialing his parents and he stopped me Call Jack not my parents, they don’t care about what happens to me but Jack is my savior, my brother. I knew Jack was his brother but I suspected Jack was out on an excursion with one of his admirers, and Justin was for the most part out of it. I did get out of him that he had been staying with his brother during the reunion and was visiting for a week after but was due back to work thereafter. I couldn’t contact his brother so I just took him home with me. He was still wearing his gym gear and neither of us had showered so the aroma in the car was causing my equipment to stir, that coupled with a half unconscious hunk sitting in my passenger seat. I pulled the car into the garage and pressed the button to close the garage door. I circled around the car and helped Justin out of the vehicle and up the short stairs to the door and into the down stairs bedroom, heaving him onto the queen bed. He was barely aware of his surroundings but alert enough to realize he was not in his brother’s apartment “Whose place is this? Nice digs” “It is my house and thanks I tried to make it nice” I propped some pillows behind his back and tried to make him comfortable. He thanked me and drifted off to sleep I sat there for a while admiring his masculine beauty, it was like we were In third grade again and best buds all over, but I knew that could never last, I was still very angry with him and wanted to make him pay for his cruelty towards me all those years ago I left him to slumber and headed to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Opening the refrigerator then the freezer trying to decide what I wanted. I pulled out the berry blend and the fruit juice, and filled the blender with ice and some plain yogurt, added the frozen fruit and juice, added in some protein powder and hit the pulse button creating the smoothie I had turned down just hours before, as I drank it down I thought of might have been if Justin hadn’t been such a jerk all those years ago, If we had remained friends. I finished my smoothie and placed the remaining contents back in the freezer thinking I could add some juice and re-blend it for when Justin awoke. I kicked back on the couch and kicked on a baseball game and snaked on vegetables before drifting to sleep myself. I was awoken a short time later by the sound of crutches on the hard wood floor, I opened my eyes to Justin standing before me, still in his workout shorts and muscle shirt “Dave can you help me, I need to take a wicked piss, but I don’t want to chance falling or making a mess of your bathroom, if you can just steady me I’ll be in your debt forever” What could I do? I got up and helped him into the bathroom, I held him up placing his arm around my naked shoulders, he let go of the crutches and allowed me to take his weight on me, he reached up the leg of his shorts and pulled out his cock through the opening, he aimed his semi flaccid penis towards the bowl and soon his stream began to flow, a little erratic to the point out of habit I reached down and took it in my hand to help his aim. He finished peeing, but made no effort to remove my hand from his growing phallus, within seconds he was at full mast, all 8.5 inches pointing towards his belly button. I looked over and he was blushing embarrassed that I excited him. “Um, what do we have here?” I twisted my hand around on his shaft and gave it a small yank, making sure he not only felt my grip but made it hurt just a little bit. He blushed harder and precum began to leak from the slit “I’m sorry, Dave you just do that to me, always have” Between the two of us, the smell of a good workout was ripe and was getting me hard as well, I removed my hand from his engorged cock and lead him over to the shower, had him grab the Handicap rails in the enclosure so he could support himself, grabbing a trash bag from under the sink I had him lift his wrapped and booted foot and I slipped the bag over the boot and tied it around his upper calf making sure it was as watertight as I could make it. I slipped his shorts down and removed his muscle shirt. There he stood propped up in the shower in just his jock strap his cock poking out the front from when he pulled it down to piss. I began to caress his firm pectorals and chest rubbing down to just above his cock, I reached up and grabbed the conditioner and squirted some on his pucker then on my engorged 10.5 inches then took his hole as mine sliding in roughly and with just a couple long strokes. Justin was filled up with my cock and not sure if he was enjoying it, I certainly was as I raped his hole and he began to ride me on every in stroke he backed up into me and even as I withdrew he would start pushing back to get it back into him. I think I rode his ass for a good 10 minutes before feeling that tickle in my balls as my semen began its long climb up into my cock before being expelled into his colon deep, I kept pounding his ass even after the flow ended, as my cock didn’t deflate so I fucked him for a second round leisurely working my cock and cum deeper into his rectal cavity, he reached over and started the water flow as I began spewing another load past his second ring driving my cum deep in his guts. Now the feel of warm water cascading on me and the sound typically triggers my bladder and even though I was balls deep in Justin’s hole this time was no different, only I remembered I hadn’t actually relieved myself since drinking nearly a liter of water at the gym and drinking my smoothie, Justin was about to get the mother of piss enemas as my stream began to flow into his rectum, filling him beyond comfort, I slid my cock out admonishing him to clamp down as I exited so as not to spill a drop. I moved him over to the shower seat and shoved my cock into his mouth and continued my humiliation of him as he drank down my piss and afterward thanked me for using him like the toilet he was. I finished showering then helped him clean up then abruptly left the bath leaving him to finish rinsing and drying off.

When you first meet Mitch, chances are you'd see just another white teenager trying to be cool by imitating the dress, mannerisms and swagger of his black friends. Like most people you'd probably just shake your head and wonder where his parents were when they should have been teaching him to stand up straight, look people in the eye, get good grades, make something of himself, etc. Maybe you're the exception, maybe you're the guy who sees through his macho act and realizes how insecure the kid really is, maybe you're like Terrell. From the moment Terrell spotted Mitch, he saw right through his false exterior. Even with only a moment's interaction, when T's sister introduced Mitch as the newest employee at the restaurant where she works, Terrell was sure that this kid was a poser, desperately trying to keep something secret from his family, or friends at school. Usually white boys acting like "wiggers" was nothing new, but T felt certain this kid was trying a little harder and worried a little more than he should be about keeping up appearances. "Sup Mitch? Nice to meet ya." Terrell said, sizing up the teen while moving in to shake his hand. Before he could clasp his palm with the boy's, Mitch slid his fingers back, slapped them with T's and fist bumped him. "Fo Sho' Terrell, Aisha been illin to bounce fo' hours son," T had a hard time not laughing at the over-exaggerated ebonics the boy used. "Good thing you showed on time or she'da put a hit on yo' ass!" "Best be leavin' then, peace out kid." After one more ridiculous slide/swipe/bump combo, Aisha and Terrell went to leave, as Mitch returned to work, putting away some packs of napkins on a lower shelf. T's dick swelled as the teen's jeans dropped dangerously low on his hips, almost taking his boxers with them, stopping just far enough for Terrell to catch a glimpse of his lily white ass crack and the soft blonde hairs glowing in the reflected light. Embarassed, the high schooler tugged them higher and turned to see if he'd been caught, accidentally allowing him to take in the view as T adjusted his monster snake through his jeans and boxer briefs. Usually straight boys are oblivious to such gestures (or they'll act like it is sick and wrong and possibly attack), but Mitch froze and his eyes widened a little, leading to he and T sharing a look before Mitch's cheeks went red and he whipped back to the napkins. "So that's what he's hiding," Terrell thought to himself, making a mental note to squeeze Aisha for more info on Mitch later that night. Pics that inspired Mitch and Terrell: Terrell was no stranger to closeted gay guys, especially in his line of work: dealing Tina, Coke, Gina and Molly to a large selection of users, ranging from teens to seniors, in every color imaginable. Often he'd helped a hot young gay dude come out by getting high with him and providing an opportunity for them to be alone, naked and surrounded by drugs. For the most part, T was accustomed to practicing these skills on guys who came to him to buy, so it hadn't really crossed his mind what he'd need to do to work his magic on a sober stud. Aisha was as helpful as she could be, without any knowledge of what her bro had in mind for the teen. Under the guise of small talk while they ate dinner, she divulged Mitch's age, family situation (two sisters in college, dad in another state, mom working 60-80 hour shifts as hospital administrator), area where he lived (about two miles away in a nicer part of town), personal history (moved here last year, only a few friends, saving up to buy a car), and so on. When she was finally finished and her boyfriend had showed up to drive her home, she unwittingly given T a plan of attack. Once the door clicked shut, Terrell hopped on his laptop and found Mitch on Facebook. His assumption that the teen was hungry for friends proved true when the friend request was accepted within moments of being sent. Now that he was in, it was time to do some research and make sure this boy was a homo. Photos and status updates confirmed that the only women in his life were his family and some close friends from his old town. Dating seemed to be the only thing excluded from his detailed, copious posts; a good sign for T. As more photos and posts loaded, T's jaw dropped as a photo of Mitch with some of his former school's fellow swim team members popped up. Terrell massive uncut cock pulsed at the sight of bare teen flesh like normal, but what made it surge to half-hard was the boy in the middle. Buff but trim, cut abs, pecs, thighs and calves, capped by wide shoulders and firm biceps, leading to a familiar smile and blonde mass of wet hair: it was Mitch, and he was hot as fuck. T pulled his jeans and undies to the floor, grabbed his bubbler, loaded a fat crystal and hit it while scrolling through more and more shots of Mitch's body, butt and bulge. From an initial inspection, he probably had average size dick and balls, but his butt was the definition of bubbly and his body was flawless. Stroking his foreskin over and down the head and shaft of his chocolate penis was causing his balls to tighten and droplets of precum to appear at his dickslit. The doorbell rang, eliciting some curses from T, but he smiled when the webcam on his porch revealed it was one of his regular clients, a law school student who bought Tina when he needed to pull an all-nighter… and also enjoyed getting Terrell's cock down his throat. "Come in and lock u[ behind you," Terrell commanded upon opening the door, not bothering to put his pants back on. Law boy did as requested then sat on the couch opposite Terrell's layzboy, and licked his lips while counting out his cash. T weighed a fat sack for the boy, admiring his easy handsome face and slim body, noticing for the first time how much he looked like a young Rob Lowe. "Get naked and I'll smoke you out." "Rob" seemed hesitant, since none of his previous visits required he get undressed. Still the sight of the shard T chose for the pipe changed his mind, and in a flash he was naked and stroking a respectable 7 inch cut penis. As they each took a hit from the pipe, T went back to looking at pics of Mitch, now on his phone, and lazily worked his own cock until the bowl was finished and "Rob" fell to his knees and started nibbling the foreskin and lapping at the balls, shaft and head. "I bet lil' mitchy would have a fucking aneurism if he walked in on this!" T thought, chuckling under his breath while pushing his cock deeper into Rob's mouth and gullet. Like a lightening bolt, it struck T that a little unexpected exposure to gay sex was exactly what Mitch needed in order for Terrell to plant a seed in the kid's brain. Pushing his cock in Rob's mouth until his balls rested on the 22 yr old's chin, T found Mitch's number and dialed him. Rob: "Sup, who dis?" Mitch answered, catching T off guard for a second. "This is T, ya know, Terrell, Aisha's bro." T tried his best to make the boy feel like he was convincingly ghetto, but he was slightly distracted by the fag tonguing his shaft. " Just wondering if you got plans for Saturday night after you get off work. Me and some buds are gonna play ball at the park then head back to my place for some smoke and cocktails." "Sounds awesome bro," for a moment Mitch almost forgot to speak poorly, then calmed himself enough to return to his previous pattern. "Can't smoke cuz' the shit job does random UA's man, but I'd be down to play ball and hang. Lemme run and check with my moms real quick to see if it's coo." As Mitch put the phone down, T could still hear him talk to his mother, suddenly becoming the perfect little preppy boy, saying all the right shit that moms love and promising he won't drink, smoke or be out past 11. The sound of this little boy begging his mommy to come get corrupted was too much for T, who grabbed Rob from the floor, shoved his discarded undies in his mouth, turned him around and bent him over the couch. Rob was obviously freaked, so Terrell shoved some poppers under his nose while reaching into his discarded jeans for a small container of boy butter. Still as he pressed his cock head against the law student's sphincter, he heard some mumbles about a condom, which just made him laugh. Instead he shoved the poppers back under Rob's nose, then pressed his weight into the boy, forcing him up against the back of the couch, including his face, muting his cries as T's fat head burst into Rob's hole. He had every reason to cry since Terrell's cock was now somewhere in the range of 10-11 inches and as thick as a 40. Mitch came back on the line and told Terrell he was in, asking who all would be there. Pumping deeper and deeper into Rob's cunt, T tried to sound normal as he explained it would be some friends and maybe a guy or two from grindr. Silence was all that came back over the phone line for a minute until Mitch expressed wonder at what grindr was. The pause meant Mitch knew exactly what it was, and he probably had a profile on there. Terrell explained in g-rated terminology what grindr was used for, and Mitch finally, reluctantly agreed to be there after his shift Saturday. As soon as the call ended, T flipped Rob on his back and slammed back inside the law bitch, making his scream and try desperately to get away. T had an obvious advantage when it came to making Rob stay put, since he was almost a foot taller than his victim bottom at nearly 6'7" and worked out for three hours everyday, building his body into a fuck machine! Pinning Rob with one hand, he resumed raping his ass while his free hand did a search on grindr. With some minor modifications to the age, location parameters and interests, T had no trouble coming up with Mitch's profile. As he suspected, Mitch had taken a pic from his swim team collection and blurred his face and the background. Still Terrell was confident it was him. Clicking on his other photos, he moaned when the next photo was one of Mitch grasping his hard 6 inch cock on a twin bed that T guessed to be in Mitch's room. Posters featuring the X-men and pink floyd hung behind him on the wall. Again the face was blurred, but that didn't stop T. Clicking for the last photo, he felt his balls tighten at the sight of Mitch doggy style on that same bed, with a magic marker shoved up his hole. Plowing as deep as he could caused his cum to explode far up Rob's hole, as well as making the poor boy scream and pass out. Pulse after pulse of jizz coated the unconscious boy's innards until T felt woozy too and collapsed onto the inert body of the law boy he'd just made into a law man. --- Rob's rape: When Rob came to, T was wearing some bball shorts while a tall thin white dude covered in tattoos worked his 8 and 1/2 inch cock in and out of Rob's hole. Terrell had been calling bros to see who he could get for Saturday and when Yuri told him he needed to stop by to re-stock on tina, it only seemed polite to offer Rob's ass as a bonus. Tears ran down the student's cheeks as he resigned himself to being a cumdump for the two men that night, hitting the pipe again as much as he could in hopes of forgetting what happened when he left three hours later, sloshing around with 4 loads inside his butt. Yuri: Next time...

The first 16 Chapters of this story can be found here: https://breeding.zone/topic/34088-codys-return/page-1 Hey guys... I'm so fucking horny right now writing this.. I need poz cock bad. Hope you like it. CHAPTER 17: Cod: “Oohhhh fuck… ohhhhhh fuck,…” "Fuck yeah, you love that poz cock huh?” Adam really knew how to hit all the right spots deep, deep inside my tight ass with that steel girder of a cock. HIV+ or not, I love being a total slut to cock and I really love feeling his bare cock fucking me. “Fuck me Adam!” “Gonna breed you so deep Cody. You ready to take another big load from me?” “FUCK yea I am.” Adam was deep-dicking me so well, prodding his bare cock against my boy button, and I knew at any moment he would pump another big load of his poz sperm inside my body. I was beyond caring: my head should have been screaming 'WTF?', but my cock didn't lie – it was hard as granite. I felt the need to tease him though, push him over the edge, and get that big load of boy batter. “Fuck you’re so hot Cod," “You too! You like my wet ass?” "Yeah, I do. Love it. Who's cum is in there?” “That’s my Dad’s." “Yeah?” “Yeah. He breeds me every day... well, nearly every day.” “He poz? Too?” “No. I mean.. I don’t know, I don’t think so, although he did say we need to get tested at some point, but…. Ohhhhhh fuck… right there… oh fuck Adam!” “Yeah, you like my big cock hitting that spot." [Grunting] "Take it boy!“ With this Adam picked-up the pace and was seriously banging my ass. I could actually hear and feel his sweaty nut sac smacking against my cheeks. I wanted his cock and cum so bad. I must have been in heat for it. “Give it to me Adam! FUCKING BREED ME!” “Yeah ... boy, I’m real close.. I’m gonna fill that ass with another big load of my POZ cum.” "Fuckin' hot!" "Haven’t had anyone tell me I’m pozzed him," Adam remarked. Somehow I found his admission oddly satisfying. 'Who knows', I thought in a flash, 'maybe this will be a first'. Then it happened. “FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! Cuuuuuu…. Ohhhh fuck… oh fuckk Co’… cummmmmmmming”, and I knew he was pumping his big load of poz funk into my hole. Adam finally relaxed, thoroughly out of breath and equally sweaty. He lay down on top of me, kissing me, and asked simply “Good?” “Oh hell yeah... Always good!”. I kissed him with renewed energy, just to demonstrate how much I enjoyed his cock, but I gently added “Hey, I'm not sure when my Dad will be back.” "Oh, okay. Yeah. I'll go." "Let's do this again soon, okay?" “Yeah man... Anytime, you know I love that ass. Oh, and go get tested.” “Should I worry?” “Nahhh ... not really. Just good to do. So you know. Plus you’re letting a poz dude bareback and breed that hole so you never know.” After Adam left I cleaned-up and waited for Dad to get home. I wanted him to breed me but he seemed somewhat exhausted, so we kissed, cuddled and promptly fell asleep, but as I drifted off I thought 'Daddy likes breeding his baby boy in the mornings anyways'. Thursday Dad fucked me and then went out for a run. He was super sweaty when he got home. I inwardly smiled, wondering briefly if he actually went for a run this time. When Friday finally arrived I was trying to to think of a way to tell Dad I was going to be a whore at Sam’s place and he’s going to fuck and breed me, when my phone buzzed: Sam: “We still on?” Me: “You know it ... what time?” Sam: “Come over at 7… I’m inviting a few friends” Me: “Uhm… ok that’s cool, any other bottoms?” Sam: “No, just you. >=)” Sam: “Ever party?” Me: “Smoked pot a few times” Sam: “Want to?… it’ll be way more intense when you’re taking our bare cocks” Me: “Willing to try I guess” Sam: “Done it a few times ... nothing crazy, I’ll take good care of you” Me: “Deal” Five minutes later my Dad popped into the room, giving me a kiss. "Mmmm, love my boy.” "Love you too Dad.” “I’m gonna go out with friends tonight, think can you manage a Friday night without me?” “That’s incredibly convenient”, I thought, wondering casually if he was one of Sam’s 'friends'. “Yeah I’ll be okay. I want some of that cock when you get home, though.” “Deal, boy," as he gave me another kiss. "I’m in love with you Cod.” I looked up at him, “I’m in love with you too Dad.” Around 6:00 PM Dad found me watching TV, “Headed out baby boy, hopefully won’t be too late.” “It’s cool Dad, you deserve a night out – Love you.” “Love you too Cod,” briefly french kissing me before heading out. Realizing I didn't have a lot of time before I had to leave for Sam's, I thought “I’d better get it together.” Sam: As the day progressed I took a few minutes here and there to set everything in motion for Mark’s boy Cody. Tonight was the night that it was going to happen for Cody, there was no question (at least in my mind). I knew, of course, that Mark was regularly breeding him, but I also knew Mark still hadn’t been tested, so he didn't know if in fact he’s poz. “When Cody leaves my house tonight I want there to be no question that he’s HIV+”, I thought to myself as I texted Jake and Sergei: Sam: “You up for breeding a neg hole with that newly + cock?” Jake: “Haha… yep, already bred a college dude, horned as fuck” Sam: “Come over at 6:30, got something very special I need you to do ... don’t be late” Jake: “Sounds hot” Sam: “Got another young one to tag ... you up for it?” Sergei: “Always” Sam: “Come over at 730 ... back door, undress, be quiet … got it?” Sergei: “k” Finally text Mark, I want him in on Cod’s conversion but I can’t let him know what’s going on until it’s done: Sam: “Still coming over for fun tonight?” Mark: “Fuck yea… found another Jake?” Sam: “LOL… yep, might say that, pretty sure he’s neg” Mark: “Not after we get done” Sam: “Come over at 8, back door, undress and be VERY quiet, got it?” Mark: “Got it sexy” With the guys all setup I got to work finishing things for the night's session. I setup the sling, grab some lube, towels and put my GoPro in the best position to capture Cod’s conversion party. I take two unused syringes from my party supplies, add a small does of T to one of them, and put them in the living room for easy access later. Just as my clock hit 6:30, right on time, Jake appeared at my front door. “Hey sexy.” “Hey Sam," I replied, giving him a kiss as he felt-up my cock even before I had closed the door. “Get rid of these clothes, I want you naked.” “Mmmmmm… Is this the cock that pozzed me?" “Nope, but Sergei will be here soon and you can show him how much you appreciate it, now get naked.” Jake stripped, and his cock came into view I enjoyed his hot body, and I complemented him remarking “That’s a hot poz cock you got there boy.” “Thanks,” he beamed as we resumed making out. Both of us were instantly hard. “So what ... err who’s getting pozzed tonight?” “We’re waiting on Mark and Sergei to get here.. and our vic.. err bottom boy. His name is Cody, when he gets here I need you in the kitchen, and very quiet, … wait for me to get you ... he doesn’t know who’s coming and except for me his breeders will be anonymous to him.” “Sounds kinda hot.” “Very. I’ve got my GoPro hooked up and streaming, after I take Cody to my bedroom you can turn on my laptop and watch us until I come get you.” “Cool." “Mmmm, now … I need some of that brand new poz cock bad,” and with that I squatted down, sucking on Jake’s cock to get him worked up before Cody arrived. “Uhhhh… ohhhhh … fuck … oh fuck that feels good." I sucked Jake for a few minutes, paying particular attention to the head and piss slit. When I start to taste Jake’s poz precum I immediately stop sucking him. “I just need you horny and worked up, sexy.” “Haha ... I’m pozzing hole tonight, I’m already horny and worked up.” Right on time, at 7:00 PM, I heard someone at the door. It was Cod. I gestured for silence, whispered "Go," and pointed Jake toward the kitchen, enjoying the sight of his cute little ass as he left the room, under my breathe murmuring “I wanna put my tongue in that so bad." I let Cod in and greet him with a big, wet kiss. He checked me out, up and down, focusing particularly on my cock. “Like what you see?” I asked. Perhaps just a bit nervous, he answered with a smile, “Yeah." I gave him several more kisses, just to loosen him up, and as his body relaxed I gestured for him to follow me into the bedroom, “Come with me sexy boy.” Once there I handed him a beverage I had prepared in advance of his arrival, saying only “Drink this.” Cod looks at the glass. It appeared to hold a shot glass worth of water, and he downed it, asking afterwards “Water?” “Yeah … and something extra to help you relax, nothing bad, just a little G to loosen things up.” I kissed him again, murmuring into his ear “Strip. Now.” “Anyone else here?” “Soon.” Cod looks at me with a silly grin and strips off his shirt. His chest was very nice and smooth, and his build was beautifully toned. Two seconds later his pants, socks and underwear were gone. “Good boy,” I praised him, giving him another kiss. This time my cock nudged him as he folded into my embrace. “Like that poz cock huh?” Looking up at me, he softly replied "Oh, yeah." “I’m poz, Cod. You sure you want more of this cock and cum inside you?” Again he replied "Oh, yeah." Exchanging smiles, we made-out very seriously. My cock is already leaking a river of poz precum, “Lay on the bed Cod.” He complied. Climbing onto the bed, I stroked his legs and back, and rubbed my cock head in the crack of his ass. He raised his legs, his legs .immediately go up, and I tease and his hole using my precum to get it wet. I think, “I want to fuck and breed this boy so bad right now.” We kissed a bit more. A few minutes of foreplay went by and Cod relaxed in my arms. The G was taking effect. Between kisses, “Cod baby.. “, more kisses, “I gotta get you ready for your party.” “Oh yeah… I’m ready… mmmm, so relaxed… I’m soooo good, I’m sooooo fucking horny Sam.” “I know sexy… but I need you ready to go when the other guys get here.” “Oh yeah… cool, tell me what to do.” but he just lay there. The G was doing its trick on him. “I’m going to blind fold you, don’t worry I’ll be right here.” “Uhhh… okay.” I placed the blind fold over his eyes, asking “Too tight?” “No.. no, it's good. Can’t see a thing now though.” “Just relax ... it’ll be fun.” It was time to bring Sergei in so I prepared Cod, saying, "Stay here Baby. I'm gonna go see if any of the guys are here. I’m just going in the living room, so just relax." He replied with a very calm "Okay." I walked through the living room, picking-up the syringe with T, and made my way to the kitchen; Sergei was naked and Jake was already sucking his cock, the laptop on and showing the feed from my cam. “That’s hot guys, but don’t cum yet we’re taking care of Cody tonight and I want him full of poz cum.” Jake stood-up, giving Sergei a quick kiss. Jake knews Sergei’s cum knocked him up. The strong bond between them was inescapable. I imagine most bug chasers hope for their kind of connection. Or so I liked to think. “Jake, I'm gonna need your arm for a bit.” “Wha… ok.. what are we doing?” “Just need some of that newly HIV+ blood flowing through your veins … need to soften this Tina up for Cody. “Fuck,” Sergei grunted. A huge smile cames over Jake’s face as he realized what’s going to happen, “Fuck ... okay,” extending his arm without hesitation. Sergei piped-up, “Fuck yeah, Jake, give him our bug.” “Sergei, would you squeeze his bicep?” Looking at Jake, “Make a fist.” Having done this more than once, I slowly insert the stabby part of the needle into one of Jake’s veins and carefully draw out just enough blood to cover the T, tapping the syringe a few times to help it dissolve in the blood. “Good," I remarked as I withdrew the needle adding “He doesn’t know you’re here, so stay quiet and come with me.” With that the three of us headed back to my bedroom.

I was 20 when I married, my wife was 18. I think I have always tried to conform and although I was attracted by women's bodies, I secretly fantasized more about sex with men than with women. I thought of myself as hetero with bisexual leanings. When I surfed the internet, I particularly loved oral and anal - those beautiful hard cocks with their white loads glistening on lips or slowly oozing from a well drilled ass. I felt like I was two people, the visible married guy and the hidden real one. My wife didn't want children and I had a vasectomy at 25. I always felt like I needed more sexual excitement and had sex with a few 'other' women, always unprotected, and I counted myself lucky not to have been caught by my wife or to have picked up any diseases - I was careful only to start anything if the women were married. I used it as a release from my gay urges; I thought it was safer that way. For 20 years I continued to suppress my lust for men, but the last 5 years or so it had been getting harder and I was exclusively watching gay porn and reading gay stories. I loved wanking on webcam chat rooms with other guys but I wanted to do more, wanted to be really there, naked, amongst and touching other naked men. I looked at website adverts for gay escorts, but I decided it was too risky, I might go too far if I was paying to get exactly what I wanted and needed. Then I found that there was a gay sauna club in the city about 30 miles away. I planned a visit; I would be able to get naked there and watch other guys, I would be able to stand in front of them with my hard cock in my hands, stroking it. After edging for hours I would cum for them. I would be safe doing that. I would use a condom and maybe if I felt it was safe would frot with someone. Nothing to expose me to any risky real contact. One of the reasons I had avoided gay sex for such a long time was that I know I am reckless when really turned on, but I figured that now I was older I was more able to control myself. I made up my mind to visit the club, and the opportunity arose when my wife said she was going to stay with her mother for a week. We rarely had sex and I actually preferred wanking looking at gay porn, but I abstained from that for five days beforehand, so that I would be really horny and wouldn't change my mind. The day after she went, I parked my car at the city centre mall and took the bus to the stop nearest the club so that nobody would see my car in the area and ask questions later. I had planned it all, I knew if I had to stop to think I might chicken out, so when I stepped from the bus I walked quickly to the door and pressed the buzzer. It took a while and I almost panicked and turned away, but luckily just in time the door opened and moments later I was inside. The guy took my money, saw that I was a little nervous, gave me a key and towel and pointed me to the locker room. I quickly stripped and locked away my things. I wasn't sure whether to wrap it around me or not, but I was already feeling really excited and my cock hardened as I walked to the bar, so I just held the towel casually, partly in front. I passed through a lounge where a few guys were chatting, one had a towel draped on his lap, the other was completely naked, another couple sat on a sofa kissing. Seeing men openly kissing was an instant turn on and I was as hard as rock by the time I sat on a bar stool and ordered a bottle of water. I had taken a couple of mouthfuls when a guy came up, he'd followed me from the lounge. "Hi I'm Steve." "Pete." I had decided to use my real first name. I expected some more banter, but Steve slipped his hand under the towel I had draped on my leg and touched my knee, slowly caresing my thigh until his fingers wrapped round my cock. I was suddenly on fire, my heart pounded and my cock felt harder than ever. I tentatively reached over and stroked his chest, he smiled and flicked the towel off me onto the floor. My mouth was dry again and I took another swig of my water. Glancing round the room and seeing the others watching my instant seduction turned me on even more. As I tipped my head back to drink, Steve bent forward and engulfed my cock, his tongue licking the shaft, his head tilted up and his eyes locked onto my startled stare as he slowly and gently licked all the way up my shaft. This was all going much too fast, too far, too good, too risky. I was out of control already and I knew it. I glanced round the room, wondering if I really wanted to stop, realising suddenly that I needed to be here, today, to experience it all; now or never. An older guy on the other side of the room was watching, his fist round his cock, working it hard and fast. I was thrilled that he was watching me and it urged me on, my mouth open as I gasped at the sensations raging through me. Steve paused. "Do you want me to stop?" "No. Don't." I caressed his cheek and he circled the tip of my cock with his tongue, then licked his lips. I wanted to kiss him, wanted the others to see me kiss him. "Go on. Please. Just use..." I reached for the container of condoms on the bar, pulled it towards us, nodded towards it. I couldn't say it. Steve stood up, slowly moved closer, parting his lips slightly, his hand massaging saliva into my cock. I looked into his burning eyes as he kissed me on the lips, then I kissed him back, voraciously, our tongues deep into each other, frantic. I felt his other hand over mine, he slowly pushed the container away. I let him do it. He guided my hand until it cupped his balls, then pressed against his firm thick shaft. "Suck it." The thrill of him telling me what to do was electric and although I glanced at the condoms on the bar, I stepped down from the stool and bent forward. Steve steered my shoulders so that my ass pointed into the room as I took my first cock into my mouth, tasting the tip, licking up and down the shaft, bobbing my head. I was like a man possessed, every fantasy I had ever had about being made to suck cock was exceeded in that moment. I licked it, stroked it, made an 'O' with my mouth and took just the tip, worked the shaft with my hand, stroked a finger in my mouth as well, wetting it before rubbing it into his crack, trying as hard as I could to do everything I ever wanted done to me. He parted his legs wide to reveal two small tattoos, one on the inside of each thigh, close to his balls, a small scorpion on the left and a biohazard symbol on the right. Neither of them could be seen unless you were sucking his cock. When I saw them I paused momentarily, my tongue circling his cockhead, tasting his pre-cum. My cock was in his hand and he must have felt it twich, hardening more. I clenched and made it twitch again, I wanted him to know I would go all the way, do anything he wanted. I couldn't believe how it made me feel. I loved fetish porn where the girl is unprotected and the guy pumps his sperm into her womb, knocking her up, and I suddenly experienced the same surge it always gave me when I watched those movies. I wanted that, taking the risk, I pictured myself on a sling, legs spread and tied to the chains. I wanted to give him everything I had. I was sucking him for all I was worth, cupping his balls, gripping the base of his shaft, licking and stroking him, tasting. I knew it wasn't impossible to catch it just from oral sex but I wanted him to cum in my mouth, to taste his load, to swallow it all. I circled the tattoos with a finger as I tongued a small drop of pre-cum from the slit, and looked up at his face. He held up his own fingers, covered in lube. My jaw dropped open, my eyes wide as a surge of lust overwhelmed my rational senses. "Oh god, oh yes, I want it." The others gathered around and Steve led me to a chair, bending me over so my shoulder blades rested firmly on the cool black leather. Hands positioned my feet on the floor, easing them apart. "Will you use a condom?" I heard myself say, the pitch of my voice giving away the answer I already knew would come. "No." I knew I should get up, should go, but sex raged through my body and I was panting as Steve started feeding lube inside me. I lifted my ass higher, parting my legs more. Steve's fingers worked the lube in to me; I was in heaven and he knew it, he stroked my cock and sac, pressing against my perineum. I felt him move behind me, the tip of his bare cock at my puckered hole, slight pressure holding me ready. "Yes?" he asked. I pushed back against him, he held still and firm. I pushed again, felt myself opening, as I had done many times with my butt plug or the realistic cock vibrator I had bought, supposedly for my wife. I moved and pushed until I felt his head pop past the resistance, a real cock was finally inside me. There had been a stab of pain but now I just felt filled, just like when the fat part of my butt plug or the large tip of the vibe had passed the sphincter. I wanted more, wanted to feel him move in me, feel him against my prostate, the strange but erotic feeling the butt plug always gave me as I moved it across that spot. I knew that this was no silicone cock in me, knew that it would spurt its potent laden seed into me. Steve held my hips with a gentle pressure. I reached back with my hands and placed my fingers where I thought his tattoos were. "Oh god, I know, I know," I whispered as I pressed back further, taking the full length of his thick cock deeper. I pictured the scene, I had seen it a thousand times in porn, the girl bent over and the stud injecting his life-giving seed into her fertile body, "cum in me," she would say; the guy bent over, the tattered condom hanging down as the stud injected his dangerous seed into a willing ass as the recipient looked between his legs at the bare flesh pulling out, cum dripping from him. I knew my life would be different and I had wanted it to change for so many years. A brief thought flashed through my head, maybe it's not quite too late for safer sex. But all my desire was focussed on the moment, impaled balls deep on the thick, gorgeous, hazardous, wonderful, throbbing, hot cock buggering me into ecstatic oblivion and there was no way I would stop now. I couldn't believe how quickly my naive plans for carefully controlled touching had vaporised under Steve's hot touch. I was soaked in lube already, but I felt more cool liquid squirted on my crack and Steve began to stroke in and out, angling every now and then so he was rubbing my spot inside, making me cry out in passion every time. My own cock was dripping pre-cum, I coated my fingers and licked it off as I had done so many times when masturbating on webcam, looking wantonly round at the audience as my tongue traced the wet streak on my finger. My cheeks were hot and I panted as he fucked me; the others were fisting their cocks, moving nearer. The older guy knelt the other side of the chair, stroking hard and arching his back, lifting the tip to my lips. I saw his small plus-shaped tattoo on his shoulder; I opened my mouth to envelop him as he held onto my head. Unseen lips enfolded my own cock in their luscious wet embrace. Steve was speeding up, his strokes hard and deep, I could hear his breathing getting shorter and voices in the room encouraging him to "fuck him, fuck him, cum in his ass," the noise of his thighs slapping against my backside only heightened my lust. "Yes, yes, fuck me, harder, fuck me, cum, cum...," I tried to say with my mouth full of cock, "oh fuck, oh god, I'm so close...." "Now?" he asked, urgently, pausing briefly, his voice hoarse and breathless. "mmm, mmm," was all I could reply, but I pushed back hard on his stilled pole, almost losing my cock out of the mouth working it, then almost gagging him as Steve thrust back hard into me. I couldn't keep still as he worked us both to a frenzy. Everything happened in slow motion. My mouth filled with warm semen, the salty fluid spurting to the back of my throat and leaking from my lips as I struggled to maintain contact and swallow until I had it all. He pulled away, leaving me gasping for breath. Moments later Steve's thrusts went ballistic and the feeling welled up inside me faster than ever before, an intense pulse of pleasure followed by another and another and another and another, as I spurted into the mouth sucking on me, my ass contracting and writhing on Steve's cock as he worked it faster and faster in my body. "Yes! Fuck! Yes!" Steve grabbing my hips, pulling me onto him harder, breeding me deep. My cock sucker had moved away; I dripped on the floor as Steve continued to pump cum inside me until his orgasm subsided. Somehow I ended up on my back on a couch, Steve's head on my belly, my softening cock in his mouth. I felt panic rising in me and I stiffened, suddenly wanting to get dressed and go. "Don't run, embrace it" was all he said, quietly, and he started to lick me from root to tip, his finger gently pushing his seed back into my body. I was tense, but started to relax as he licked me again and again, pausing to kiss my nipples and nuzzle down my belly. Amazed by how soon I felt my cock stirring again, I felt liberated as arousal flared in me again. Later, after he had fucked me again, filling me with his second potent load, I explored the club with him, we showered together and he finally came in my mouth as I knelt with the water running over my hair, his hands on my head. Steve left shortly afterwards and I spent the rest of the day kissing, fondling, sucking and fucking. I came four times, in one day, for the first time in my life. I spent every day that week at the club and by the end of it I was thoroghly converted; closet bisexual to full blown gay. I couldn't believe how I had lived like I had. When my wife got back from her trip, I told her I was gay and that I had been with a man when she was away. A little thrill ran through me, despite the stress of telling her. I spared the details. "I thought you would realise, eventually, that you're gay with some bisexual tendencies. Your a natural submissive," she said, "and you haven't shown much interest in me for a long while. I found your web history years ago, you never hid that." "I'm sorry, I have let you down, but...." "Don't." She seemed relieved, almost content. "We'll get a divorce, I have something to tell you." She turned away, embarassed, speaking quietly, almost to herself, "Well, I've been sleeping with Dillon Patterson, you remember him from the works summer barbecue, for the last few months." She swallowed. "I.... I wasn't at mothers, I was with him. You'd have found out soon anyway, I'm probably pregnant." My cock hardened, partly at the thought of her breeding with Dillon but more at remembering the long fat black cock inseminating my body as I lay with my feet tied to the sling chair at the club a few days earlier. That was quite an experience in itself. I wondered if Dillon's cock was as long or as black, and if she'd taken as much bareback cock as I had. Seven months later, I pressed my body against Steve again, our hard cocks clasped together as I stroked against him until he spurted his thick white cum in long ropes over his perfectly hairy belly. I licked at it and sat back up, my legs wide across his, and he traced the outline of two newly healed tattoos on the inside of my thighs, mirror images of his own. My boyfiend Alex climbed onto Steve and kissed him, dipping his erect cock into the creamy pool on Steve's belly; he knew I was close to the point of cumming and his ass glistened with freshly applied lube. He tossed away the unopened condom he had been holding and wiggled his inviting hole deep onto my hard, bare, cock.

I found this gem at spermpig.tumblr.com. It sure got my dick leaking. How about yours? Happy World AIDS Day, Faggot! I had a “play date” a couple weekends ago on Sunday– as it so happens it was world AIDS day. And it was a very naughty play session indeed. The fuckbuddy that hit me up has a particular kink. He really gets off on dirty talk. Not just run of the mill dirty talk either– he gets off on poz talk. You know, talk about knocking up a bottom with his toxic jizz. That sort of thing. And let’s just say that I don’t mind this talk– mainly because he has a beercan fat 7 inch dick on him. I can “get into” a lot of things if it’s attached to a cock like that! He hit me up on a non-hookup oriented social media site and was looking to get his dick wet. I was horny as hell so I said, “Sure, cum on over!” He was very particular about what he wanted during our session. I was to be pre-lubed and waiting on all fours, blindfolded. And wearing a jock or something suitable to display my ass. He would walk in and have his way with me and leave. And he was gonna “talk” during our session. I got ready and put on a pair of assless shorts for him. I also had my blindfold at the ready (as well as the poppers and lube). He called from downstairs and I buzzed him up, donned the blindfold and assumed the position. I heard him enter and lock the door. “So, faggot. Your ass ready to take my deathbabies?” he asked. “I really want to feel that big raw cock in me, but please pull out before you cum? I don’t wanna get sick,” I tell him, just like he wants to hear. “Dude, you know the drill. I fuck and I don’t like to pull out. If you want this dick, you’re gonna take it til I’m done with your hole.” “Please pull out? You can shoot in my mouth instead… if you want,” I suggest. “I’ll think about it. Now suck my cock and get me ready!” So, I opened my mouth and let him feed me his dick. His thickness stretches my jaw and I know it’s going to do the same to my ass when the time comes. He had one hand on the back of my head while he’s thrusting into me. I can taste his precum already as he’s obviously been thinking about our impending fuck. “Turn around, faggot. I’m gonna use that ass now.” I do as I’m told, and I hear him lubing up his thick fuckstick. I fish around for the poppers on the bed and take a good hit. “Oh yeah, baby show me that hole! You ready for my poison penis? You want it?” All I can do is nod in my popper induced haze. He pops his thick mushroom head inside me, and pushes in to the hilt in one swift motion. There is a stab of pain as he bottoms out inside me. But also pleasure. He doesn’t wait to let me get used to his dick- he just immediately starts fucking me with it at a medium pace. I’m on all fours and he’s drilling into me from behind, hands roughly gripping my hips. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my toxic cock. You like taking poz dick, don’t you? You get off on having AIDS just one squirt away!” “No!” I tell him. “I just like feeling your fat cock in me without a condom. Please pull out before you cum! Don’t make me HIV+!” “What’s the point of pulling out, you stupid cunt? I’m already leaking my sickness inside you! Can’t you feel all my dirty precum slicking up your insides? Every thrust I’m massaging my tainted DNA deeper and deeper into your guts. And you’re taking it, you bug chanson’ bitch!” He reaches around to stroke my rock hard cock while continuing to thrust his dick inside me. “See? You get off on this, you sick fucker! Your cock is rock hard! And I bet you’ll blow your last neg load as soon as I start knocking you up!” He speeds up his thrusting and really started ramming my hole. He was doing a full pull out and ram back in and I had to do poppers like mad just to be able to take it. The whole time he keeps up his litany of poz talk– talking about his dirty DNA and getting me to “join the club”. He wants to be my gifter and be the one to convert me. His dirty talk just pours out of him like his precum. Eventually he is ready to do the deed. “Oh fuck, faggot! I’m getting close! It isn’t gonna be long now and your neg days will be over!” “Just pull out! Please pull out! Cum in my mouth– I’ll swallow! I promise!” I beg. “You fucking filthy cum pig bottom! I’m gonna give you EXACTLY what you want… and deserve!” He thrusts hard a few more times, then parks his cock deep while holding onto my hips with an iron grip. Then I feel it. His cock spasming deep inside me– spitting out jet after jet of his semen. His big mushroom head throbs and swells with each spurt. My own orgasm is seconds behind, and I’m shooting my load in thick streams all over my sheets; my asshole involuntarily milking every drop from his dick. After his orgasm subsides, he slow pumps me a few times, then RAMS his dick home to the bottom causing me to cry out in pain. While slowly pulling out of me, he leaned in close to my ear and whispered “Happy AIDS Day, faggot.”

I was in Washington DC last week for a work trip. I always try to get loaded up (and dump a few loads) when traveling for business, and this trip was no exception. My hotel had a partnership with a nearby gym so I decided to take advantage of it to blow off some steam after work. I douched a couple times just to be prepared and headed out. There was quite a bit of hot eye candy of all kinds at this gym, including some stunningly sexy black men. It's a mostly mixed gym so it wasn't easy to determine if the hot guy with the big bulge you're drooling over was gay or straight, even so, I couldn't keep my eyes off of this one particular gentleman - 40ish, 6'2', 240 pounds of rock solid, black muscle. His bulge was definitely promising and I caught him returning a stare a couple times. That definitely got my hole twitching. I made sure to end my workout at the exact time the stud was headed to the locker room. We both collected our belongings and began changing out of our workout gear. I could tell he liked what he saw - and my God, did I like what I saw! His dick was pretty huge and getting plumper by the second. I was now on a mission. I finished my business and headed out near the gym lobby. He was 10 seconds or so behind me. As I walked out of the gym I held the door open for him and gave him a devilish smirk and noticed he had placed a wedding band on his ring finger. He smiled and shook my hand with a very firm grip, introducing himself as Walter. As luck would have it, the parking garage and my hotel were in the same general vicinity, and when I mentioned I was in DC for work and staying at the Marriott, Walter was definitely intrigued and the conversation lingered a bit so I took the bull by the horns, so to speak, and asked him if he wanted to grab a drink in the lobby. He agreed and said he'd put his gym bag in the car and meet me inside. My hole was not only twitching, it was beginning to sweat a little and get wet back there. It's got a mind of its own. Walter and I drank a couple beers and he told me he'd been married for 10 years. He could have easily walked away but it was obvious that we both wanted to fuck. When I suggested we go up to my room, Walter said his wife would be expecting him home within the hour so we didn't have a lot of time. So I suggested we hurry. We went upstairs as quickly as we were able, and I dropped to my knees even before my hotel room door had closed. His rock hard cock was out within seconds. It truly was a beautifully thick, veiny, throbbing piece of meat, easily ten inches and oozing pre-cum. I immediately went to work on it, sucking away. His crotch smelled incredibly hot and my senses were in overdrive. My efforts were rewarded often with more oozing pre-cum, which makes me moan just about every time. Before long, one of his strong hands was squeezing my ass. My hole was puckering like crazy. Since he was married I dreaded the condom question - but it was never mentioned. We both knew where his nut was going. Since we were short on time I stood, turned around and offered him my thick bubble butt. I slobbered his piece up pretty well and he spit on my hole several times before fingering me to open me a bit before placing the head of his massive dick against my hole. Fuck, this was going to feel incredible. He slowly entered my body, stretching my hole open inch by inch. The pain was intense but it hurt so fucking good. Once deep inside me, he started some dirty interracial talk (which I also love) about muscled white boys and how hot it is to see a big, black cock splitting a hot white hole open. And shooting inside. He picked up the pace a bit and the base of his pole grew even thicker. His moaning and heavy breathing let me know that he wouldn't last much longer. Sweat began to pour from both of us. I begged him for his load. And I got it. Three huge spurts of spunk back to back as I squeezed the fuck out of his cock. He stayed inside me for a bit and I wiggled my ass against him. Why did it have to end? He reluctantly plopped out of me and I spun around to lick him clean, which he loved. Sweet, sweet nut....in both of my holes. We exchanged information and I jokingly (or not) made a comment about getting him a room key. I wanted as much of that man as I could get for the remainder of my three-day work trip. "Fuck yeah" was his response. My swollen, beautifully sore hole - twitch, twitch, twitch. I could feel his cum dripping down my leg as we rode the elevator down to the front desk to get his key.

Met a friend today that I've seen a few times. Not the guy with the roommate, this one lives alone. He's got a meaty 7.5" BBC that's nice and thick, and it curves to the right so when I blow him from the side, it slips right down my throat. Unfortunately he only fucks with a condom (I've told him that when he's ready, he can bareback me). I was pinned to his bed as he was going to town on my hole today, when he made a grunt and slowed down, then slipped out of my ass. I figured he had cum and decided that, since last time he fucked me he threw the rubber away, I'd peel it off his cock and eat his cum out of it before it went into the trash. He was still on his knees behind me so I reached back, rolled the rubber up his shaft, and pulled it off over the head. I aimed his cock back at my hole to see if he would slip inside, and boy, did he! Before I knew it he was pounding my hole again with reckless abandon, and that's when I realized the condom was empty! It felt so much better to have him bare inside me, and he was sweating and grunting his pleasure more than usual so I knew he was enjoying it too. Before long the real orgasm came, and it was the most intense I've ever seen him experience. He collapsed beside me on the bed as I lay there wishing for round two. No suck luck, so as we got up to dress I felt his cum running down my leg. No matter, I dressed anyway and off I went towards home. Some of his DNA is still inside me. Love it!

After a shitty week of working long hours and crap from bosses all i wanted was the biggest cock i could find. I messages an older muscle daddy type who i know with a very thick 9inch cock. I got a message back to saying he has a BF now and will have to check if its ok and if i minded a 3some. I said yeah a 3some is fine. 30min later i got a message saying come over at 9pm. I arrived about 9:30 and as they said i walked right in and found them in the bedroom both naked playing with there fat cocks. His new bf was just as hot and had a similar sized cock. i stripped and joined them sucking one then the other my buddy soon got behind me and ate my arse while i sucked his bf. After a while i felt that amazing cock push its way in and stretch me to my limit. He didn't give me much chance to get use to the size before he started hammering my arse forcing me into his bf cock. Luckily my gag reflex is almost gone after spending years on my knees in dark rooms. They kept switching positions for over and hour and at one point they tried to double fuck me but i didn't stand a chance. My buddy loaded me first then his bf after very little effort i got my buddy hard and he shot a 3rd load in my wrecked arse. I should be seeing them again next week but this time all 3 of us are working on a fit young chaser they know.

So I sat in the front row of the theater for almost an hour watching the porn on screen. There were some hot scenes but they were all covered. Actually, what I had had done to me earlier was hotter. I leaned back in the seat, still naked, and thought about getting fucked earlier. I fingered my wet hole. The smell of semen filled the air. I started getting hard again and thought I would get dressed and go over to the arcade. I reached down to get my clothes from under the seat when a guy came down the aisle and sat a couple of seats away from me. He was a tall black guy in his early forties with a close cropped goatee. I figured I would wait to see what he would do before I went to the arcade. From the corner of my eye I could tell he was watching me. He started rubbing the front of his pants so I began to stroke my now hard cock. It wasn't long before I heard him unzip and out came his cock. He was watching me intently now while he stroked his dick. I looked over at him directly and smiled, letting him know I was interested. He got up and moved to the seat next to mine so we could touch each other's cocks. I couldn't believe how thick he was. I couldn't get my entire grip around him. He was at least seven inches, maybe more, but it was the girth that had me wanting him. I had to have a taste. I slipped on to the floor in front of him, lowering my mouth over his massive dick, first swirling my tongue over the piss slit to get the precum, then licking up and down the shaft before taking him all the way to the back of my throat. I nearly gagged because he was so huge but I was intent on making sure he was satisfied so I just kept going, bouncing my head on his lap. As I did this he unbuttoned his pants. It seemed like his cock got even bigger as he raised his hips slightly so he could pull his pants down. I rubbed his belly and chest underneath his shirt while I gave him head. He had a rock hard torso. I had to get a better look so as I sucked I found the buttons on his shirt and one by one I worked my way up his shirt until his entire torso was revealed. I licked his abs and navel. I licked up his stomach to his nipples, never taking my hand from his boner. I stroked him while I nibbled at his nipples, then moved up to his neck, kissing it and licking it. I blew gently in to one ear and then the other as he slid down his seat a little. I took the sign and stood over him, then I lowered my ass slowly on to his cock. I rode him for a short while but I could tell the position wasn't comfortable for him. I got off him then got in to the seat next to us, facing the back of the theater. My naked butt was lit by the movie screen. He got up behind me and climbed on top of me, pressing his cock against my hole. He grabbed me around my waist and burrowed his face in to my neck. I reached under me and found his cock. I guided him back in to me and he began pumping my cunt. He put his hands on my shoulders and really began to fuck me hard. I looked up and I could see guys in the theater stroking their cocks, not at what was going on up on the screen but what was going on in the front row. He was now piston fucking me, balls slapping against my ass, the sound drowning out the bad porn music. He pumped and pumped and finally rewarded me with a big load shot deep inside me. He held his cock in me for a little bit then pulled his semi hard cock out of me. He fell in to the seat next to me and started to button his shirt back up, then pulled his pants back up, zipping up, buttoning up. I just shut up as he got up and walked out the theater door. He never said a word. His cum was dripping down my leg. I was so fucking horny I needed at least one more load before calling it a night. The guys in the theater didn't appear to be interested so I knew it was time for some arcade action. I slipped back in to my clothes so I could make the move to the arcade with my ass so cummed up I was making a mess in my pants. I didn't care as I moved up the aisle, feeling the wetness in my ass. The old guy was still at the front. I know I smelled like cum as I walked past him towards the arcade but I didn't care. I showed him the tokens I had purchased earlier and he waved me in. I went right to the booths with the glory holes but they were occupied. There were five guys walking around or standing around. I was ready to take on anyone so I went to an empty booth and left the door wide open, feeding tokens in to the slot to get the movies going. Guys were walking by checking me out so I took off my shirt. I unzipped my pants and began to stroke my cock to the bareback channel I had found. My pants were slowly dropping down over my ass as I stroked. "I saw you in the theater." I looked over my shoulder and there stood a guy in his late twenties with long brown hair. He was smooth shaved but had a gorgeous face. "Did you? How was it?" "Hot." His hand began to caress my ass, rubbing me gently, then more firmly. "Can I come in?" "Of course." He started to shut the door. "No, leave it open. Hope you're not shy." "Take off your fucking pants and show me that used hole." I kicked my pants off and bent over for him. "Spread your cheeks." I did as I was told and he dropped to his knees and he began to lap at my hole. His tongue was soon digging deep, getting a taste of the cum I had inside me. Guys were now gathering around the door watching us. I put my hands against the wall and pushed my ass out, spreading my legs to give him better access to my hole. "Come on baby, fuck me. I need you to replace that cum you've sucked out of me." "Fuck yeah. Fuck his ass." I heard the guys urging him on. He stood up and began rubbing his cock head on my hole. "Is this what you want?" he asked. Another guy came in the booth with us, a tall hairy guy who had already pulled his cock out. "Stick your dick in him," said the long haired guy. The hairy guy came up right behind me and slid in with one motion. It was a good thing I had a loose hole from being fucked so many times earlier. "You can breed him," said the long haired guy. The hairy guy began pumping me hard and fast. I knew he wasn't going to last too long. The long haired guy was now taking off all his clothes. I knew he was going to give me a night to remember. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" The guys watching urged him on. He pulled out and shot his load all over my hole, cum dripping down my ass and legs. The long haired guy was now naked. He sat in the one chair in the booth, his hard cock pointing straight up. "Get that wet pussy over here." I went over to him and straddled his legs. I rubbed myself over his cock, cum from the hairy guy still all over my hole. He took his cock in one hand and found my hole. As I lowered myself on to his hard cock he took his other hand and pulled my face down to his. I thought he wanted to kiss but he hissed, "Now show these guys what a fucking slut you are." I began to ride his cock, sliding up and down, gyrating my hips over it. I knew I was putting on a show and I wanted to give these guys something they could jerk off to for months to come. "You guys are welcome to use this whore any way you want," said the long haired guy. Soon I felt hands on my ass, a few fingers sliding in to my ass as I got fucked and then a few hot splashes on my back. Guys were cumming on me and they're cum was dripping down my back, down my ass crack as the long haired guy fucked me. "Turn around so they can see my cock going in from a different angle." I slowly turned on his cock, never letting it fall out of me and was now riding him while I faced a group of guys at the door and in the room. Two guys got on either side of me and each on lifted my legs. I was spread eagle in the air as the long hair guy filled my hole. I leaned back to kiss him while he fucked me but he said, "I don't kiss whores." I gyrated my hips as I got fucked and cried out, "Fuck your whore. Fuck him. Give me cum!" A couple guys came in the booth and stroked their cocks, ejaculating huge loads on my cock. I used it as lube and stroked harder. I had one guy shoot all over my hole as it was getting fucked, giving the long haired guy some fresh lube. Finally the two guys holding up my legs let them down and as I rode the long haired guys cock they both came on my back, their loads dripping down my ass crack, making a mess on the long haired Guy's pubes. He covered his fingers with their cum and made me suck it from him, all the while fucking me. "Get up," he said. I stood up and he pushed me in to the hall past the guys in the doorway. He pushed me down to my knees and made me suck his cock, cum from the day and my ass juices filling my mouth. "You really are a fucking whore. Get up and take my load. I have to get going." I stood up and turned around, taking his hard cock in my hand, impaling myself on it. I pumped hard now, oblivious to all of the guys around me, oblivious to the hands and cocks that were using me. I worked hard but he was working hard too and soon I knew he was ready to fill my ass with fresh cum. "That's it. Take it. Take my cock while these guys watch your slutty hole get filled again. I'm cumming! I'm shooting inside you! Take these babies you bitch." Then he was pulling out of me. No thank you. No see you again sometime. He went back to the booth and breezed past me fully dressed. Guys were still pawing at me when suddenly the lights came on. "Jesus! We gotta close up! You been letting everybody use you? What kind of fucking perv are you?" It was the old guy from the front desk. I stood there naked, covered with cum, inside and out. "Just having some fun, sir." I went to the booth and rapidly found my clothes, putting them on without cleaning up. The old man let me out of the store with a disgusted look on his face but I had a smile on mine.

First Dirty Fuck from a Nasty Cowboy Top: (True story but CAUTION – part way through includes scene with forced dirty/grimey/SCAT fuck and CAUTION CAUTION is noted in the text to alert any readers who do not wish to see that part of the story) I was in Houston for a few weeks doing some work and staying at a motel just off the freeway and south of downtown on the 59 Freeway. There was an adult video store in a strip mall near the intersection of Bellaire and Hillcrest that had some booths in the back. No glory holes, but the doors locked and I had heard it might be a good place to find some action. My first night in town I had some beer and was feeling good and buzzed and horny as hell and decided to go see what trouble I could get into at the video store. I had only recently started barebacking and a buddy of mine had told me that the video stores were a good place to find guys who would fuck raw. It was fairly quiet, not much was going on, and I was about ready to go when I saw this older guy who was in his 40s from what I could tell, who had on jeans, cowboy boots, a big buckled belt, cowboy hat, medium cropped beard and mustache, and a thick wad of tobacco under his lip – total country redneck look. He was about 6’1 and over 200, and as I liked tops bigger than me I started to follow him around. The cowboy did not seem all that interested in me or anything else going on for that matter, so I went back to a booth and watched some movies. I had decided to give up and leave when the door opened and the cowboy guy looked in, looked around the hall, then stepped in my booth and locked the door. He didn’t say anything, just stood there watching the video and started rubbing his crotch. I went over, kneeled in front of him, and started licking his dick through his jeans and soon had a nice wet spot going. He took off his belt, laid it on the bench, opened up his jeans and slid them down. He was not wearing underwear and out popped this big old, uncut dick, which was not even fully hard yet. My head was full of the odor of unwashed dick, piss, and sweat, mixed in with the smell of cigarettes, weed, and beer that was coming off him. He just kept staring at the video so I rolled the skin back on his dick and started to lick around the head. The head was HUGE! Most guys their head is smaller and their dick tapers and gats fatter closer to the shaft. Not him, it was big and blunt at the end and just as fat as the rest of his dick and I could barely get my mouth around it. When I tried sucking I gagged a little, which turned him on as he grabbed my head and started pumping my throat, making me gag even more as he got fully hard, about 9 inches and wicked thick. Spit was running out of my mouth, my throat hurt as he hit the back with every thrust, my eyes were burning, and me knees were sore. I managed to pull of his hard dick and stood up to catch my breath and wipe my face off. The cowboy just kept watching the video, but then after a minute turned me to face the screen, reached around and unbuttoned my denim shorts, pushed my shorts down, and pushed me to bend over. I wiggled the bottle of poppers out of my pocket and started to hit them thinking he was just going to jerk off on my back as that seemed to be all he was doing. But, then I heard him spit, felt of a wad of juice in my ass crack, and he slid his fingers up and down my ass then shoved two in my hole. I jumped a little, but pushed back and then realized he meant to fuck and did not think there was anyway I could take that huge head. I stood up to turn around to tell him so and he just pushed me back over with his right hand as his left kept working his fingers in my ass, all the while I could feel his hard dick against my hips and right ass cheek. That went on for a while and I figured that was all he was planning to do. The cowboy spit a few more times and I realized it must be tobacco spit as I remembered the wad he had in his mouth. He then yanked his fingers out, pushed me forward a little more, lined his raw dick head up with my ass and started to push – hard. I started to pull away because it hurt and he grabbed my hips and kept pushing. My hole could not take his head, it was just too big, but he did not say a word, just kept pushing, so I did a big hit of poppers. Suddenly his head popped through my asshole and fuck – the shock took my breath away! Once it was in he started to fuck balls deep at a steady rhythm and would spit his tobacco juice on my ass crack every few strokes until it got nice and wet and started making slopping noises. Being bent over all I could see was his cowboy boots and jeans around his ankle, so I braced myself, hit the poppers, and grunted as he fucked me raw with his nasty tobacco spit. Being new to barebacking I was still somewhat surprised he never even brought up condoms and the sub-pig in me loved the fact that he didn’t and just took raw like he wanted. The cowboy bareback fucked me at a steady pace for what seemed like forever and my ass was getting more and more sore and my legs were cramping. I tried to stand up, but he just stepped forward a few steps pushing me ahead of him so my head was now at the wall right under the video screen. He did not stop fucking and barely made a sound. I was breathing hard trying to take it and thinking I was going to pass out when he started to fuck me faster and grabbed the sides of my ass hard, his fingers digging into my flesh. I felt his cock swell and twitch as he unloaded his cum in my ass. Fuck that felt good!! He yanked his dick out of me with a PLOP, turned me around and stuck his dick in my face. I tried to shy away, but he held the side of my head and pushed his dick into my mouth. I could taste cum, ass juice, and tobacco spit and started to really gag. He just stuck his cock back in my mouth, worked it around a little, then pulled it out and hauled up his jeans. “Got a pen?” Those were the first words he had said the entire and I said, “Yeah”, reached in my backpack, took out a pen and paper and handed it to him. He wrote the name down of a motel out by the highway just up from where I was staying and a room number and the name Chris. “I’ll be there about 8:00 PM, drive a blue truck, bring some Corona.” He then put his belt back on and walked out of the booth and left me standing there with his hot load in my ass. I sat in the booth for a while recovering and no one else seemed to be around, still too early I guess, and I wiped off and went back to my motel. I was still debating what to do as my ass was fucking sore, but also aching to be filled, so I went to the store, bought a case of corona and some lime juice and drove to the motel he had written down. I got there about 10 minutes to 8:00 and there were a few cars on that side of the motel, and the only trucks were a couple big ones they use for roadwork off to the back of the lot. He had said about 8:00, so I sat in the car, opened a beer, and waited. I had just finished my second beer when a blue pickup pulled in beside me. It was pretty beat up, had tool boxes and stuff in the back, and I could not tell if he was driving or not as it was so close to my driver’s door. I heard someone get out, then saw him as he walked around the front. He just looked at me, unlocked the door to his room and stepped in leaving the door a little open. I figured that was my invite, so got out, grabbed the beer, went in, and closed the door behind me. It had been only a few hours since the fuck in the video booth and I still had his load in my ass and as soon as the door was closed he grabbed me and started kissing me hard like he could smell his own DNA on me. He reeked even more of beer and cigarettes and must be drunk I thought. The cowboy threw his hat onto the bed closest to the door, sat down, and said, “Pull these off.” I knelt and pulled his cowboy boots off, and worked his jeans off as he laid back on the bed. I tried to take his socks off and he pulled his foot away. Once his jeans were off he stood up, took his shirt off and just had a wife-beater t-shirt on. He smelled thick of sweat and as there was no air conditioning on in the room, could see him starting to sweat even more. My cowboy breeder turned the TV on, switched to a channel playing porn, grabbed one of the beers and slammed it. He grabbed another and sat on the edge of the other bed. I was still standing by the other bed with his boots and jeans and not sure what to do or what was going on, so I grabbed a beer too and sat down on the edge of the bed closest to the door. I was nervous and drinking as fast as I could and had to piss, so asked if I could use the bathroom. He pointed to his left. I was just finishing up when the door to the toilet opened and he was there. I was between him and the tub with nowhere to go and tried to back up. The cowboy pushed on my shoulder making me go my knees and stuck his limp dick in my mouth. I started to lick it and he said, “No, hold still.” I had recently experienced my first time with water sports (see story), so had an idea what was coming. His dick lay on my tongue sort of quivering and then I felt the hot piss. Fuck that tasted horrible! I wanted to gag, but kept swallowing as some of it started to spill out the sides of my mouth and down my chin onto my shirt. He pulled out of my mouth, shook his dick a little, then went back out into the room. After a couple more beers and not a word said, he stood up between the beds just in front of the nightstand that was between them. He set his beer on the nightstand and lit a cigarette, looked at the TV and started stroking his dick, which was now getting hard again. I knelt in front of him and started sucking it and this time he let me. However, it was the same as before and as I sucked him he did not say anything, just would pick the beer up occasionally with one hand, his cigarette with the other, and watched the porn. I was getting tired and my teeth scraped his dick. My cheek stung from the slap he gave me with his right hand for that transgression, but still he did not say anything. My jaw ached and I switched up and started to lick him – damn he was hard and throbbing! I finally couldn’t take it anymore and stood up, sat down on the bed, and grabbed my beer so I could catch my breath. He just stood where he was watching the video with his hard dick sticking out while I slammed a beer. I finished my beer and set the empty bottle on the floor. He spit on his dick a couple times and looked at me, I stood in front of him facing the TV, hit the poppers, and bent over. I heard him squirt out some lotion from a bottle that was sitting by the bed, felt some squirt on my ass, then felt his cock push against my hole. While it did not go right in, it was easier then the first time, but still made me gasp a little when that giant head popped through. He fucked steady and methodical without saying a word, but he would slap my ass with his right hand every few thrusts, each one getting a little harder. I just grunted and tried to take it. I soon started to feel like I had to piss or shit or something, and tried to stand up. He pushed me back down so I asked, “Can we stop a second?” as I thought I had to use the bathroom. This was a surprise for me as my buddy used to laugh about how I had the cleanest hole and could get fucked anytime, anywhere, and never worry. CAUTION CAUTION CAUTION CAUTION CAUTION CAUTION “What do you need to do?” the cowboy asked, while keeping his dick buried balls deep in my raw ass. I blushed in shame and sort of whispered, “I think I have to shit.” His response was not what I expected as he said, “Really? Hmmm – get on your back.” I tried to object, but he pushed me onto my back onto the bed by the door, lifted my legs and slammed his cock in. I cried out and tried to push away with no luck. “OH YEAH, HOT PUSSY, HOT PUSSY,” he exclaimed. He had my legs pushed back and all his weight thrusting in my ass. I was trying to squirm, but he pinned me with his arms on my shoulder and my legs wrapped inside his arms, making sure I had no leverage. He then leaned all the way over, kissing me hard, and kept saying “Oh yeah, hot pussy, hot pussy.” Back and forth - he would kiss me hard for a while, then put his head to the side of mine whispering, “Oh yeah, hot pussy, hot pussy,” over and over. The heat of the room and his body caused his sweat to dripp into my face, burning my eyes. Every thrust he went balls deeps and with the pain I pretty much kept my eyes closed, but soon I was mumbling, “PLEASE FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME.” I was not used to taking long fucks and before long the pain started to become unbearable. I then started to smell something – fuck – my ass WAS messy! What do I do? What can I do? Will he be mad? He must smell it too, why isn’t he stopping? I tried pushing against him, but was so cramped from having my legs back by my shoulders that I had could barely move. I could now feel it running down my ass and the smell was much worse, but the cowboy just kept thrusting and saying, “Oh yeah, hot pussy, hot pussy,” and kissing me like a fucking broken record. After a while he started fucking faster with big, long, slamming strokes. His kisses became even rougher with his tongue going down my throat and his spit running out the sides of my mouth. He was pulling all the way out now and slamming back in while he kissed me and I could barely breathe with him on top and the pain in my guts. Finally, he tensed and started grunting and moved his arms around my neck pulling him up to his chest while shoving deeper as he unloaded in my dirty ass. He was breathing hard now, but with one movement he pushed off me and yanked his cock out with a big squishing sound. I still had my eyes closed, but suddenly felt his hand on my head, he turned it to the side and pushed his cock against my mouth and into my throat. I gagged from the horrible taste and realized he had stuck his shitty dick in my mouth! He was fucking my mouth and I was gagging and trying to pull away and sit up. I finally managed to wiggle off it just as I felt everything coming up and leaned over the bed to the side by the door and puked. Oh fuck! I then rolled back over, my my hand trying to wipe the tears from eyes and the mess from my face and he told me, “Sit up.” I sat up and he said, “Now you’re cleared out, clean it off good.” The nasty cowboy stuck his dick back in my mouth and I could barely lick it still feeling sick from what just happened. He pulled his cock out, grabbed some towels, threw them at me, so I cleaned up the puke and went to the sink to wash off. He came up behind me and said, “No”, as he stopped me from washing my ass off, told me to sit back down on the bed and drink this, as he handed me a beer and a towel to sit on. I guzzled that one and grabbed another. I had never had a dirty fuck like that and only played when I knew I was clean. I was queasy, but my dick was still hard, so I did not know what was going on. He just sat on the other bed drinking his beer and watching the TV. After a few minutes I tried to apologize and said, “I’m sorry” and tried to explain that nothing like that had ever happened and he just got up and walked into the bathroom. “Come here,” was his response. I went in and he was standing by the toilet. I knelt in front of him and took his piss and this time he pulled out before he was done and wet a good part of my shirt and then he want back into the room. I went and sat back down on the bed smelling like his piss, tasting his piss, the smell of his sweat and cigarettes and kisses still filled my nose, feeling my dirty ass ache. We sat like that for a while without him saying a word again and so I figured I better go. I got up and grabbed my shorts and he said, “No, stay here, I’ll be right back.” He got dressed and left the room and about 5 minutes later he came back, got undressed again, and pulled out a joint. “Guys upstairs had it. Smoked all of mine up. They’re part of my road crew working on the freeway project. Smoke with me?” I told him, “Thanks, but no, I don’t smoke and should go.” He said, “No, just drink some more beer, weed makes me fucking horny and I still want to cum some more.” Fuck – if he was not horny before, I did not think I could take it again and felt sick and told him so. He had lit up the joint and just looked at me and smiled and took another hit knowing I would not be able to resists his raw dick. I spent the next several hours alternately drinking his piss, and him pinning me on my back to fuck my grimey ass. Each time as soon as he got inside he started saying, “Oh yeah, hot pussy, hot pussy,” and kissing me rough and hard. My lips felt raw. Each time it was messier, smellier, and took him longer to cum. By the time we were done I was totally drunk and could barely stand from all the fucking. He told me he was in town for a couple of months and wanted my number. I told him I was just in town for a few weeks, but gave him my motel info. Two days later he called about 6:00 p.m. and ordered, “Bring some beer.” I swing by the store, slammed two beers in the car and another just after I parked, and when I got into his room he was naked and watching a video and was rock hard, so I got undressed and just bent over the other bed waiting for him to ram fuck my hole. The cowboy moved around so he was facing the TV, grabbed the lotion and slammed me. Once again, his dick busting my ass ring open hurt like hell as I was still sore from the last time and the huge, thick dick head just tore through my tender hole. He didn’t care about me in the last and fucked to get his nutt, which blew pretty quickly that time. After a quick rest he asked, “You got hot pussy for me?” It took me a minute to figure out what he was talking about – or at least what I thought he was talking about – and I asked, “Do you mean dirty?” He did not say anything, just rubbed his dick, and I said, “No, sorry, didn’t think so.” Once had been enough for me, thank you very much. I started to get dressed and he said, “Call me when you do, bring the beer, and I’ll leave that ass sore for days.” Fuck he knew how to push my buttons! I told him usually early morning was best for ‘that’ if that’s what he wanted, and he said he would call me as he would be up early and out with the road crew. The next morning the phone rang about 5:30 am, it was him asking if I had some hot pussy for him. I confirmed I thought I did and he said, “I’ll be there in a few minutes, so leave the door ajar to your room and lay on the bed on your back with the lights off.” I was not sure about leaving the door ajar, but was able to unlatch it and open it just past the catch so it was ajar, but not really open and lay on my back and waited. Soon the door opened. I heard him get out of his pants, he climbed onto the bed, lifted my legs up, spit in his hand a few times, and pushed his head in raw, rough, and deep. Thankfully I had hit the poppers before he got there and put lube up my ass as every stroke burned. Even this early in the morning he reeked of sweat, cigarettes, beer, and weed and I loved that foul mix of smells! He started kissing me and saying, “Oh yeah, hot pussy, hot pussy.” Like usual it took him a while to cum and once he did he just got up without saying a word, got dressed and left. We repeated this routine every morning for the next few weeks. The dirty cowboy would call and then come by between 5:00 and 6:00 a.m.. A few times he would feed me his piss first while he smoked his joint, but usually just got down to fucking me – as is – no questions asked. He called me almost every night when he got off work from the road crew too with his standard order of, "Bring some beer." I would show up, beer in hand, and he would then fill my ass and guts with raw dick, cum, and piss topped off by his tobacco and weed spit. I had to go back home to San Antonio, but made it back to Houston for a couple more weekends before he left town. He never talked about himself or said more then he did those first few times, and each time that he fucked and it was not totally clean I was disgusted, sick to my stomach, but left with a hard and drooling dick and my ass ached for his big headed dick to fuck me more.

When you first meet Mitch, chances are you'd see just another white teenager trying to be cool by imitating the dress, mannerisms and swagger of his black friends. Like most people you'd probably just shake your head and wonder where his parents were when they should have been teaching him to stand up straight, look people in the eye, get good grades, make something of himself, etc. Maybe you're the exception, maybe you're the guy who sees through his macho act and realizes how insecure the kid really is, maybe you're like Terrell. From the moment Terrell spotted Mitch, he saw right through his false exterior. Even with only a moment's interaction, when T's sister introduced Mitch as the newest employee at the restaurant where she works, Terrell was sure that this kid was a poser, desperately trying to keep something secret from his family, or friends at school. Usually white boys acting like "wiggers" was nothing new, but T felt certain this kid was trying a little harder and worried a little more than he should be about keeping up appearances. "Sup Mitch? Nice to meet ya." Terrell said, sizing up the teen while moving in to shake his hand. Before he could clasp his palm with the boy's, Mitch slid his fingers back, slapped them with T's and fist bumped him. "Fo Sho' Terrell, Aisha been illin to bounce fo' hours son," T had a hard time not laughing at the over-exaggerated ebonics the boy used. "Good thing you showed on time or she'da put a hit on yo' ass!" "Best be leavin' then, peace out kid." After one more ridiculous slide/swipe/bump combo, Aisha and Terrell went to leave, as Mitch returned to work, putting away some packs of napkins on a lower shelf. T's dick swelled as the teen's jeans dropped dangerously low on his hips, almost taking his boxers with them, stopping just far enough for Terrell to catch a glimpse of his lily white ass crack and the soft blonde hairs glowing in the reflected light. Embarassed, the high schooler tugged them higher and turned to see if he'd been caught, accidentally allowing him to take in the view as T adjusted his monster snake through his jeans and boxer briefs. Usually straight boys are oblivious to such gestures (or they'll act like it is sick and wrong and possibly attack), but Mitch froze and his eyes widened a little, leading to he and T sharing a look before Mitch's cheeks went red and he whipped back to the napkins. "So that's what he's hiding," Terrell thought to himself, making a mental note to squeeze Aisha for more info on Mitch later that night. Pics that inspired Mitch and Terrell: Terrell was no stranger to closeted gay guys, especially in his line of work: dealing Tina, Coke, Gina and Molly to a large selection of users, ranging from teens to seniors, in every color imaginable. Often he'd helped a hot young gay dude come out by getting high with him and providing an opportunity for them to be alone, naked and surrounded by drugs. For the most part, T was accustomed to practicing these skills on guys who came to him to buy, so it hadn't really crossed his mind what he'd need to do to work his magic on a sober stud. Aisha was as helpful as she could be, without any knowledge of what her bro had in mind for the teen. Under the guise of small talk while they ate dinner, she divulged Mitch's age, family situation (two sisters in college, dad in another state, mom working 60-80 hour shifts as hospital administrator), area where he lived (about two miles away in a nicer part of town), personal history (moved here last year, only a few friends, saving up to buy a car), and so on. When she was finally finished and her boyfriend had showed up to drive her home, she unwittingly given T a plan of attack. Once the door clicked shut, Terrell hopped on his laptop and found Mitch on Facebook. His assumption that the teen was hungry for friends proved true when the friend request was accepted within moments of being sent. Now that he was in, it was time to do some research and make sure this boy was a homo. Photos and status updates confirmed that the only women in his life were his family and some close friends from his old town. Dating seemed to be the only thing excluded from his detailed, copious posts; a good sign for T. As more photos and posts loaded, T's jaw dropped as a photo of Mitch with some of his former school's fellow swim team members popped up. Terrell massive uncut cock pulsed at the sight of bare teen flesh like normal, but what made it surge to half-hard was the boy in the middle. Buff but trim, cut abs, pecs, thighs and calves, capped by wide shoulders and firm biceps, leading to a familiar smile and blonde mass of wet hair: it was Mitch, and he was hot as fuck. T pulled his jeans and undies to the floor, grabbed his bubbler, loaded a fat crystal and hit it while scrolling through more and more shots of Mitch's body, butt and bulge. From an initial inspection, he probably had average size dick and balls, but his butt was the definition of bubbly and his body was flawless. Stroking his foreskin over and down the head and shaft of his chocolate penis was causing his balls to tighten and droplets of precum to appear at his dickslit. The doorbell rang, eliciting some curses from T, but he smiled when the webcam on his porch revealed it was one of his regular clients, a law school student who bought Tina when he needed to pull an all-nighter… and also enjoyed getting Terrell's cock down his throat. "Come in and lock u[ behind you," Terrell commanded upon opening the door, not bothering to put his pants back on. Law boy did as requested then sat on the couch opposite Terrell's layzboy, and licked his lips while counting out his cash. T weighed a fat sack for the boy, admiring his easy handsome face and slim body, noticing for the first time how much he looked like a young Rob Lowe. "Get naked and I'll smoke you out." "Rob" seemed hesitant, since none of his previous visits required he get undressed. Still the sight of the shard T chose for the pipe changed his mind, and in a flash he was naked and stroking a respectable 7 inch cut penis. As they each took a hit from the pipe, T went back to looking at pics of Mitch, now on his phone, and lazily worked his own cock until the bowl was finished and "Rob" fell to his knees and started nibbling the foreskin and lapping at the balls, shaft and head. "I bet lil' mitchy would have a fucking aneurism if he walked in on this!" T thought, chuckling under his breath while pushing his cock deeper into Rob's mouth and gullet. Like a lightening bolt, it struck T that a little unexpected exposure to gay sex was exactly what Mitch needed in order for Terrell to plant a seed in the kid's brain. Pushing his cock in Rob's mouth until his balls rested on the 22 yr old's chin, T found Mitch's number and dialed him. Rob: "Sup, who dis?" Mitch answered, catching T off guard for a second. "This is T, ya know, Terrell, Aisha's bro." T tried his best to make the boy feel like he was convincingly ghetto, but he was slightly distracted by the fag tonguing his shaft. " Just wondering if you got plans for Saturday night after you get off work. Me and some buds are gonna play ball at the park then head back to my place for some smoke and cocktails." "Sounds awesome bro," for a moment Mitch almost forgot to speak poorly, then calmed himself enough to return to his previous pattern. "Can't smoke cuz' the shit job does random UA's man, but I'd be down to play ball and hang. Lemme run and check with my moms real quick to see if it's coo." As Mitch put the phone down, T could still hear him talk to his mother, suddenly becoming the perfect little preppy boy, saying all the right shit that moms love and promising he won't drink, smoke or be out past 11. The sound of this little boy begging his mommy to come get corrupted was too much for T, who grabbed Rob from the floor, shoved his discarded undies in his mouth, turned him around and bent him over the couch. Rob was obviously freaked, so Terrell shoved some poppers under his nose while reaching into his discarded jeans for a small container of boy butter. Still as he pressed his cock head against the law student's sphincter, he heard some mumbles about a condom, which just made him laugh. Instead he shoved the poppers back under Rob's nose, then pressed his weight into the boy, forcing him up against the back of the couch, including his face, muting his cries as T's fat head burst into Rob's hole. He had every reason to cry since Terrell's cock was now somewhere in the range of 10-11 inches and as thick as a 40. Mitch came back on the line and told Terrell he was in, asking who all would be there. Pumping deeper and deeper into Rob's cunt, T tried to sound normal as he explained it would be some friends and maybe a guy or two from grindr. Silence was all that came back over the phone line for a minute until Mitch expressed wonder at what grindr was. The pause meant Mitch knew exactly what it was, and he probably had a profile on there. Terrell explained in g-rated terminology what grindr was used for, and Mitch finally, reluctantly agreed to be there after his shift Saturday. As soon as the call ended, T flipped Rob on his back and slammed back inside the law bitch, making his scream and try desperately to get away. T had an obvious advantage when it came to making Rob stay put, since he was almost a foot taller than his victim bottom at nearly 6'7" and worked out for three hours everyday, building his body into a fuck machine! Pinning Rob with one hand, he resumed raping his ass while his free hand did a search on grindr. With some minor modifications to the age, location parameters and interests, T had no trouble coming up with Mitch's profile. As he suspected, Mitch had taken a pic from his swim team collection and blurred his face and the background. Still Terrell was confident it was him. Clicking on his other photos, he moaned when the next photo was one of Mitch grasping his hard 6 inch cock on a twin bed that T guessed to be in Mitch's room. Posters featuring the X-men and pink floyd hung behind him on the wall. Again the face was blurred, but that didn't stop T. Clicking for the last photo, he felt his balls tighten at the sight of Mitch doggy style on that same bed, with a magic marker shoved up his hole. Plowing as deep as he could caused his cum to explode far up Rob's hole, as well as making the poor boy scream and pass out. Pulse after pulse of jizz coated the unconscious boy's innards until T felt woozy too and collapsed onto the inert body of the law boy he'd just made into a law man. --- Rob's rape: When Rob came to, T was wearing some bball shorts while a tall thin white dude covered in tattoos worked his 8 and 1/2 inch cock in and out of Rob's hole. Terrell had been calling bros to see who he could get for Saturday and when Yuri told him he needed to stop by to re-stock on tina, it only seemed polite to offer Rob's ass as a bonus. Tears ran down the student's cheeks as he resigned himself to being a cumdump for the two men that night, hitting the pipe again as much as he could in hopes of forgetting what happened when he left three hours later, sloshing around with 4 loads inside his butt. Yuri: Next time...

I had a rare weekday off and decided to drive a little farther to a combo theater/arcade to see what trouble I could get in to. I hadn't been to any booths in a while and was really horny to take as many cocks as were willing in to my holes. I made sure I was cleaned out real good, slipped in to some cargo shorts and a tee, grabbed my lube and hopped in my car. On the way I tried to decide how I wanted to proceed once I got there. This place had an arcade on one side and a full sized theater on the other. I knew there would be action in the booths but there were only two with gloryholes, which I love. The booths were large, easily accommodating 4 or 5 guys so I thought some group action would be fun. The theater only showed straight porn, which was a bummer, but it was also a place I could walk around naked, which is a big turn on for me. There was a stage in front of the screen and I had always thought it would be hot to get fucked there. What to do? I walked in around 11 in the morning and decided to buy admission to both the theater and the arcade. The cashier was a real cute guy, no more than 20, who took my money and told me to have fun. I thought, I would definitely have fun if YOU were to come in with me. I smiled and said, "Here's to fun!" I went in to the theater first since it was still early in the day, before the lunch crowd. I walked in and it was so dark except for the movie on the screen that I couldn't see. I stood in the doorway for a minute and then nudged my way along the back wall, slowly letting my eyes adjust. I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and they fell to my ankles. I started stroking my cock as my eyes adjusted. I stepped out of my shorts and tweaked one of my nipples when I felt a hand on my ass. It had been too dark to see the guy standing there but he could see the show I had started. I reached over and felt his cock, already hard and dripping precum. I pulled my tee off so I was naked except for my shoes. I thought, what the hell, and kicked them off too. I dropped to my knees in front of the guy and smelled his musky cock, licking the precum, then taking him in my mouth, savoring the full length. He took my head in his hands and face fucked me. I still didn't know what he looked like or if there was anyone else in the theater. Finally, I stood up and my eyes had adjusted. I took his cock in my hand and jerked him alongside my cock. He was a white guy in his late 30's, average build, pretty hairy but with a shaved face. His cock was average, about six inches but had a nice mushroom head on it. I dropped back down on his cock and as I sucked him I found my pants and my bottle of lube. I greased my hole, first with one finger, then with two, easing them in and opening myself up. He finally unbuckled his pants and I pulled them down to his knees. I stood back up and started making out with him, sticking my tongue in his mouth, licking his neck, stroking his cock. He was now grabbing my ass and massaging it, taking a finger and playing with my hole. "I want you to fuck me," I said. "Do you have a condom?" "No. Do you?" I turned around and decided to let him take control. If he wanted a tight hole to drop his load in I was there. If he didn't want to fuck without a condom at least I might end up with his load on my ass. I grabbed his cock and stroked him, rubbing it on my ass. Soon, he slid his cock along my butt crack, getting it wet with lube. I put my hands on the theater seat in front of me and bent over for him. He rubbed his cock head on my hole. Almost there, I thought. He took his cock in his hand and pushed his mushroom head ever so slowly in to me. It felt awesome as he pushed past my sphincter. "Oh, fuck. We shouldn't be doing this," he said as he started sliding in and out of me. "Don't stop. You have a great cock for fucking." He grabbed my hips and pounded my hole, thrusting deep inside me. We were making that delicious slapping sound when an ass is really getting a good fuck. Then the door to the theater opened and another guy came in. I was worried my top was going to stop so I cried out, "Please keep fucking me. I need that bare dick in me. I want your load in my guts." Well, he kept going and the guy who had just arrived went to the back row of seats and stood in front of me. He pulled out a huge eight inch cock. "Suck him," said the guy who was fucking me. How could I say no? I looked up at him and saw a handsome Latino guy in his mid twenties. I didn't look long though because his cock was invading my mouth. Nice and long, not too thick. As I was getting spit roasted a couple more guys came in to the theater. I knew they couldn't see much yet but the top was pounding away and grunting so they must have known what was happening. The Latin kid took his shirt off as I sucked him and his pants were past his knees. I caressed his fine ass as I blew him and slipped a finger in his hole. The top cried out,"Fuck, I'm cumming." "Shoot it in me," I said. "Fuck yeah, breed his hole," said the Latin kid. I felt another hand on my ass as the top pushed deep inside me. Both his hands were now on my shoulders so I knew someone else had joined in. He grunted and held his cock in me as I felt hands on my butt. I sucked the Latin kid some more, then came up to see him looking at me. He bent over and kissed me. "Are you loaded up,?" he asked. "Yes." I said as I tried to catch my breath. The top pulled out of me and I felt fingers in my hole. A guy reached around and fed me cum from my ass. The Latin kid pulled his pants off so he was naked too and told me to follow him. "I think I have to go with him," I said to the top. He was buckling up anyway so he had gotten what he came for. I found my clothes on the floor and gave the top a kiss. "I hope you're clean," he said. "Clean as a whistle, honey." Then I laughed as I walked naked down the center aisle to the front of the theater where the Latin kid had gone. He was sitting in a chair in the front row, completely naked, stroking his cock. As I went down to the front three other guys followed and sat in the front row alongside the Latin kid. One was a black guy around forty and the other two were older white guys, probably in their mid fifties. I knelt in front of the Latin kid and went down on him, taking that full eight inches deep in my throat. I bobbed up and down and he slowly slid in his seat so I could suck on his balls too. They were a perfect match for his eight incher. They filled my mouth as I pulled on them. Then he slid down in his chair a little more and his legs went over the arm rests. He obviously wanted to get rimmed and when his perfectly puckered asshole was looking so pretty in the movie screen light I couldn't resist. I flicked my tongue on it and went to town, licking and sucking and listening to his moans. He was making out with the black guy as I rimmed him and had reached over to stroke his cock. I could see that he had a nice thick cock, probably seven inches. I decided I wanted that black cock in my mouth so I switched from the Latin kids ass to the black guys cock. It tasted so good. As I sucked the black guys cock the Latin kid came up behind me and whispered, "I know that ass is loaded with cum. It makes great lube and I want to fuck you." I lifted up off the black guys cock and said, "Go ahead." "Not on the floor, up here." Then he grabbed my hand, pulled me up and had me lay on the stage. It was only about three feet high so I laid on my back and my ass hung over the edge of the stage. "Show us that pussy," he said as the other three guys gathered around. I raised my ass in the air so they could all see my cummy hole. The Latin kid reached his arms under my legs and slid his cock along my ass crack. "I could use some help here guys," he said and I could feel someone's hand reach down and guide his cock head to my hole. He played with my hole for only a few seconds then pushed all the way in. Even though I had been fucked in the back of the theater his cock was much longer than the first guy's so it hurt a little as he thrust in. Thank god he wasn't all that thick. He had me on the edge of the stage piston fucking me, stretching my hole, getting me ready for any cock that might come my way. "You want a turn too?" he asked the black guy. "I think we all do." he said. The Latin kid pulled out and I flipped on to my stomach with my ass hanging over the stage. I knew the black guy went first because it was a thick cock. He pounded away, then pulled out, soon to be replaced by another cock. The Latin kid got on the stage in front of me and had me suck his cock while the three other guys tag teamed me. One after another they filled my hungry hole with their cocks. It became apparent that more guys had joined in as they used my pussy for their pleasure. The Latin kid turned around and had me eat his ass again and this turned on a couple of the guys because they soon shot their loads in my ass. The Latin kid somehow noticed I had been bred again and said, "I want to see that hole. Come up here and show me." I got on the stage and showed him my used pussy, dripping with sweat and cum. He slid his finger in to my hole, fucking me with one, then two and then three fingers. "You're such a cumwhore. Sit on my cock." He had laid on the stage with his boner pointing straight up and I stood up right in front of the screen and squatted on to his pole. I fucked myself with this huge cock as a crowd of guys watched. I looked over and saw a number of phones taping the action. I bent down and kissed the Latin kid, fucking myself with his cock the whole time. "I think we're being taped," I said. He just grunted and began fucking me hard and looking in to the crowd of guys. He made a thumbs up motion and a few guys laughed. "If anyone wants some of this action you're welcome to join," he said. "I'm sure this cumslut can take more cocks." With that one of the guys came on to the stage and shoved his cock in my mouth. "Not his mouth, dude. Put it in his ass next to mine." Holy shit, the guy pushed me down on the Latin kid then put his cock against my exposed cunt. He worked his cock in to my hole, working with the Latin kid to get them both in me at the same time. Pop! In he went. He held it for a minute then started pumping. The guys watching were cheering him on and the Latin kid began pumping in sync with him. They both were fucking me hard on the stage, filling my hole to the max. "Fuck, I'm cumming," He pumped hard and then the Latin kid cried out, "Fuck, me too!" They both came in me and held their cocks in me as they softened, not falling out until they couldn't stay in. The guy got off my back and the Latin kid told me to get up and lean over the stage, showing everyone my cummed up cunt. Guys kept taping as my gaping hole oozed cum from it. A couple guys fingered me and made me lick their fingers and a couple actually put their dicks in me and gave me a quick fuck but I was so opened up I could barely feel it. I really needed to give it a rest for a while and the Latin kid sensed it. "Okay boys. That's all my cumslut can take for now. But I'm sure he has enough cum in him to keep him lubed for a couple more hours. Check the arcade later if you're still here. I'll be whoring him out some more." He pulled me off the stage, grabbed our clothes and went to the back of the theater. "I'm going to keep your clothes until I take you to the arcade later," he said. "You got the lunch crowd now. You'll get the after work guys later." I smiled and sat there naked with my ass leaking cum on to the seat. "I can't wait."

Bringing Work Home Part I. My boy and I used to like to go to the booths and swap loads with guys whenever we got the chance, and we’d been getting fewer and chances lately. I’d been recently given a promotion that came with a lot more responsibility, and an assistant. I of course hired a cute guy a few years younger than me, not only because he was more than qualified for the job, but also because I recognized him from the halls at the bathhouse. I knew he had a huge cock, and I knew he had a tight hole. My boy and I had both fucked him raw, given and taken his load. He was surprised when he showed up for the interview and I told him that our paths had crossed. He blushed and told me that he didn’t recognize me with my clothes on. There was a little sexual tension at the office, and I knew he fucked around, so I invited him over to have dinner with me and my boy after work the next Friday. He asked if he could bring a date, and I told him sure. They arrived right on time, and made for a cute couple. My assistant’s date was a skinny twink with floppy bangs and a tight little ass. My boy raised his eyebrows and licked his lips when he met them at the door. My boy impressed with a very fancy several course dinner and several bottles of nice wine. After relaxing a bit, my assistant’s date announced that he was up for some action, and we could all fuck at our place or follow him to the bathhouse. I’d never seen the assistant’s date in action and was looking forward to it. He suggested we warm up at our place and maybe swap loads so we’d be ready for fun when we got to the sex club. My assistant started making out with my boy, and his twink date tore my clothes off. He flipped me over and started eating my ass. My assistant slowly undressed my boy and peeled his clothes off with relish. He laid my boy down and swallowed his cock to the root. As my ass loosened up, the twink started working me open with his fingers. I’m sure he must have had three in me before his cock pierced my hole. He was still mostly dressed, with his pants bunched just below his balls. He unbuttoned his shirt as he started fucking me in earnest. My boy leaned over and kissed me, gasping as my assistant started plowing his ass. On his back, my boy had a better view of the twink than I did, with my face in the sofa cushions. He muttered, ‘Glad your company offers good insurance…’ I craned my neck around to see that the twink had a biohazard tattoo on his left pec. My assistant pulled his glistening cock out of my boy and tapped his date’s shoulder. The twink pulled out, slid over, and jammed his raw cock into my boy’s hole. My boy started grunting, knowing he was taking a POZ cock that had just been up my ass. My assistant didn’t last long and started creaming my hole. I loved feeling his weight on me as he leaned forward and nibbled on my ear. I heard the twink getting closer as he started chanting, ‘You fucking love that cock, don’t you,’ to which my boy cried out, ‘Fuck yeah! Breed me!’ And he did. With my face in the pillows, I could only hear my boy whimper as his guts were filled with toxic seed. My assistant pulled out and hoisted me up to my feet. He kissed me for the first time since I’d hired him, and laid down on his back, his eyes pleaded me to fuck him. Before I stuck my cock in his ass, I leaned down and sucked his cummy cock clean. I searched his chest for any markings of his status but didn’t see anything, not that it mattered. My boy and I had both taken his seed before and had never asked his status then. Why start now? My boy leaned forward forcing the twink to pull out of his ass, and swallowed his dick to the root as soon as it popped free. When he was satisfied that he’d sucked off our mixed ass juices and the twink’s POZ seed, he shoved him down next to his date on the sofa and jabbed his cock into his guts. ‘Fuck me, man, fuck me dry!’ the twink said, gasping for air. I realized that my boy’s precum was the only lube greasing his passage. My boy’s eyes rolled back in his head from the friction, and he had to slow down. He looked over at me, and curled his arm around my shoulders. ‘Fuck, this slut is tight,’ he gulped into my mouth. ‘You gotta try his hole!’ I nodded and pulled out of my assistant, swapping places with my boy. I noticed that his cock was pink, with the twink’s blood all over his cock. My assistant noticed too, knowing there was something extra about to go into his hole along with my boy’s load. He just grunted approval. I sunk my cock into the twink and found it too dry. I pulled my cock out and smeared it with some of the seed dripping out of my ass before plunging it back into the greedy hole in front of me. My boy held my assistant’s hips and jack-hammered away. I watched as he drove forward and held his cock deep inside my assistant, his ass cheeks flexing as he fired off his load. That pushed me over the edge, and I released deep into the twink’s toxic guts. When I pulled out, my cock was covered with pink ass juice. My boy dropped to his knees and slobbered it all up. When he stood up, he started working the mixture into his gums with his fingers, smiling wide the whole time. I was kind of surprised my boy’s zeal for toxic cum and blood. Sure, I had a toxic load simmering inside me, and I was sure it wasn’t the first one, but we’d never purposefully taken POZ loads together, and in the past had only done oral with the few guys who we new had confirmed POZ status, not that that was actually ‘safe’ either. I got clean towels and tossed one to our company to clean up a bit, and tossed the other to my boy. With a fresh load in each of our asses, we got dressed and piled into my assistant’s car, headed out for a night of debauchery. To be continued….

Was in Chicago for work last week, then stayed thru the weekend. Had to work quite a bit, but still managed to get fucked by 5 guys, but only got loaded twice. First one was from this guy that I first fucked with in 2005. Back then w a condom, until it broke. So we ended up fucking bare for like 5 mins. He put another condom and came. We talked about him being neg (at the time) and how hot it felt when the condom wasn't there. Since he had already been inside me bare, we started a second round bare. Fucked me so hard, my chest was covered in cum he had squeezed out of me. He pulled out and blew a big load all over my chest. Think it was the first time I fucked bare w someone other than my BF (broke up in 2006) We kept in touch, he told me he converted after he fucked a guy that had just converted as well. Then we fucked again summer 2014 when I was in Chicago for Market Days. By then I had gotten to love getting fucked raw. I had just started taking PreP, so I wasn't ready mentally so I asked him to pull out, which he did. He still got an awesome fuck and I felt him pumping precum in me. I got an hot video of his cock fucking my hole. I can send it if you give me your email address. He also gave me some G which made for a super hot fuck. And turned me into a whore later when I ended up at Steamworks. After a year of being on PreP, and reading more on its research findings, I started feeling more comfortable letting guys breed me. Or maybe I got breed and love it so much that I wanted more. So he came by hotel room Thursday night and fucked me as good as usual. Except that this time at the end he flipped me on my stomach, he pinned my chest down, I stuck my ass up. He proceed to pound my ass so hard, every thrust poped thru the second hole. I have no words to describe the ectassy I felt. Even more as shoved it as deep as he could and blasted a load that I could actually feel pumping into me. He pumped and pumped for a long time. We both screaming in agony every time his cock throbbed and spurted more cum. He collapsed on top of me and stayed there until he could move again. I turned around and my jockstrap was totally wet with my cum, and a big spot was left in the bed below me. He said 'that ass is worth waiting 10 years!!' LOL. What can I say...

the following story is of revenge and lust and love. the back story is a bit long but necessary for you to understand the Rage that Dave felt. I was a late bloomer, at least physically, as puberty didn’t hit me until I was almost 15. That being said it should also mentioned that my genetics gave me a large penis, even before puberty, so when it hit I was exceptionally built, even if my body didn’t really start developing until many of my peers had already had their growth spurts, began developing hairy crotches and arm pits, a few even had the beginnings of peach fuzz on their cheeks and upper lips. Upon entering high school, however, I looked like a ten year old, I was 4’6” and still maintained a good amount of baby fat, I was toned and athletic but the fat on top of my muscles made me look pudgy. My name is Dave by the way and although I have just described what would result in a not so pleasant high school experience, the real story began in kindergarten. I was the small slightly klutzy kid who, while active, found that my hand eye coordination was off just a tad and accidents found me. Fortunately Justin, a bright athletic toddler, decided he liked this calamity-waiting-to-happen kind of kid and befriended me, bringing me into the popular kid circle. We became bosom buddies up until the third grade, when Justin’s athletic abilities started steering him towards the more coordinated jock crowd. He played pop warner football in the fall and little league baseball in the spring, while I gradually turned into a bookworm, all the while looking like a first grade student. More than one of my teachers went so far as to discretely (or not) ask if something was wrong with me since. They always prefaced their comments by noting that while I was clearly quite smart, my body wasn’t developing at the same rate as my peers, and more than one teacher recommended my parents to seek out professional help for me. Midway through the fourth grade after many test the doctors simply said I was normal, and that my body would catch up as soon as I hit puberty. They did discover my motor skills problems were related to a sight problem, where objects coming towards me at a rapid pace were perceived as approaching at a slower speed, affecting my reaction speed and often resulting in an accident or mishap. I was prescribed glasses to help with my eye problem which just made me look geekier. While Justin and I had drifted apart into different circles of friends he had been cordial up to this point, but after I started wearing glasses, he started taunting me, putting me down and occasionally shoving me. He was becoming the typical jock bully. By 6th grade he was starting to make my life miserable at school and in the neighborhood, since he lived just a block away. In seventh grade when all the boys it seemed were starting to develop I still looked like a third grader, small, clear skin, pudgy and with a little kid voice. Justin just used my stature as another means of tormenting me, what he didn’t realize though is I had constructed a fairly decent home gym for myself to work out in, so while he was out playing ball and terrorizing the neighborhood with his jock pranks throughout middle school and freshmen and sophomore years I was developing my muscle mass, improving my eye hand coordination and under my layer of baby fat was becoming a hot jock myself, I had developed quite the throwing arm with a football, as well as a kicker. I also was starting to get pretty good with a basketball, winning almost all of my games of HORSE with my friends. Justin continued to be my number one bully however, never realizing or noticing the changes my small framed body had gone through. He made my life a living hell at school. Then about half way through my sophomore year when I was fourteen almost fifteen things really began to change for me as my body finally started changing, my voice broke and I started a growth spurt, I went from being just under 5 feet to 5’7 in six months my baby fat started giving way to the musculature below and my man parts which had already been large for a boy my age began to fill out more, by the time I turned 16 my cock hung limp at 8 inches and filled out when hard to just over ten. Upon entering my junior year I was nearly 6’ tall and had a 28 inch waist, with a 38 inch chest and 17 inch biceps, I was a classic hunk, but Justin didn’t seem to notice, even when I tried out for football (QB and punter) for junior varsity he didn’t take notice. I won the spot as third string QB and 1st string punter and was actually starting to become a jock type myself, but Justin just kept taunting me and manhandling me, not in a good way, being the bully he had become since fourth grade to me. I finished high school and went on to college, gaining a bachelor’s degree, then opening a business of my own. It had been now 5 years since college and I considered myself successful and happy, I owned my own home had two beautiful dogs to keep me entertained and happy, had a circle of friends I could rely on and socialize with. Now you may wonder where this is going, I know you are wondering “ok he’s writing and posting this on a sex story forum, where’s the hot steamy sex? “ Fear not dear reader for that’s just the backstory, the real story begins now. Two weeks ago I got a message on a social media site requesting my presence at the 10 year reunion of my graduating class of high school, from a dear friend of mine asking if I’d be her date, since neither of us had chosen a love interest to co-habitat with, I knew she was a lesbian and she knew I was a gay guy. I accepted her invite hoping some of the guys, Justin, had grown up and changed. The night of the reunion had arrived and I went to pick up Molly, she was as beautiful as ever, we proceeded to the event hall of our alma mater and proceeded to have a pleasant time, only once did I spy my nemesis across the room still being a jock, still looking hunkier than ever. I noticed many of the jocks had lost their luster and were looking a little pudgy after just 10 years, but a few of my classmate were looking pretty dam good, Justin included, I knew several of the ones who were once gangly teens and know came off as hunk were gay like me and would run across them at the gym on occasion. The night went off without incident and I returned home to my loving dogs, only to find a message on my machine, it was from Justin “dude caught sight of you at reunion, got you numbers from the roster at the event, would really like to get together and talk, we have a lot of catching up to do, and lots to discuss, please call me back ***-***-****” I was shocked he even had the audacity to call let alone look me up after all the bullshit he put me through in junior high and high school, I hit erase and headed off to bed. My dreams suddenly were filled with images of Justin standing before me naked, jerking off then pissing on me, taunting me “Yeah you like that you dirty faggot, take my waste, I bet you’d like if I raped your ass” I woke in a cold sweat and a raging bone, thinking about Justin abusing me, although he never taunted me with homophobic slurs in our shared youth. I rolled over and fell back to sleep, only to awoken by my dogs nuzzling me to let them out. It was Saturday and after letting the animals back in packed my gym bag and was out the door to the gym. I checked my phone and there was a text from an unknown number, I cautiously opened it, it was from Justin “Dave, its Justin, I know I was mean to you back when but I really would like a chance to see and talk to you, please bud give me another chance” Who the hell did he think he was asking for a second chance after making my school experience less than pleasant? “Dude you made my high school years a living hell, if you only realized what you put me through you’d stop taunting me and just forget I ever existed… I’m off to the gym so I don’t have time for your bullshit” I really didn’t know why I had added that last part, maybe to prove to him I was as manly as he was and dig back at him that I had turned into one hell of a hunk myself. Didn’t really matter as I exited the locker room and headed to the tread mill. I started off slow after stretching then sped it up to a healthy 5mph pace for a nice jog for ten minutes or so, I was dripping sweat when I noticed someone had climbed on the treadmill next to mine, I slowed it down to a fast walk to start my cool down, then to a slower pace to bring my heart rate back to normal, I glanced over to see Justin beginning to break a sweat at a healthy jog I slowed down some more, the shut down the machine, leaving without so much as an acknowledgement of my nemesis

Been reading and thinking about getting fucked raw and loaded when horsing around for so long. Finally happened. Started PrEP a few months ago just in case got the nerve. Partner and I were down in DC for MAL and got hit on by this young sexy otter. Took him back to the room and soon as we start undressing he is like I am on PrEP and good with condoms or without. So we Hirse around a bit and then I see my partner line up dick to the guys ass and slides in bare. I was so turned on watching how much fun they were having. I start making out with guy while he is getting fucked. Also start to wonder how far this going and realize my partner is picking up steam and then pushes in deep and explodes in the guy. We all fall asleep spooning each other. I wake up this morning to a hard dick up against my hole. This is my chance I thought and by this sexy young buck. So I spit ito my hand and reached back to finger it into my hole. I then hear the otter spit as well and soon he is pushing onto me. He is fucking me slowly when my partner wakes up and realizes what is going on. He watches me gets fucked for a bit and then decides he wants to join in. He lubes up and slides into the otter. Gives the guy a short hard fuck while he is still fucking of me and dumps his second load into the guy. My young stud gets so turned on that he really starts to pound and nail me. We are both moanin and grunting as he starts to pick up steam. His dick is getting even harder and I am like this is going to happen. I am going to take a load from someone just meet basically. I am so turned on I cum into the bed. The otter really starts fucking me and suddenly pushes in deep and floods me with his spunk. Done, took my first load during a hook up and not from the BF. Loved it.

Went to a small party last night with 7 other guys there.. all fairly well endowed but one guy had a big thick piece of meat that I wanted in my mouth badly. He was laying on his back so i crawled over on all 4's and started sucking, his dick got real hard and he was moaning. Of course my ass was now in the air and the guy I was sucking said i think your about to get fucked, i said I like getting fucked and just kept sucking and enjoying his cock and then I felt a cock slide in my hole, it felt so good.. I started sucking a little harder and I could help but moan. My hole was wide open now and I was getting pounded until I heard the guy fucking me say he was so close. I stopped long enough to say, Please cum in my hole!, and then continued to slurp and deepthroat the big dick. I could feel his dick pulse as he came, I love that... He pulled out and I felt another cock slide in my hole, I was having the best time. I was spit roasted until 6 guys used my hole and dumped a load.... Today, heading to the bathhouse for more.

Met a young twink last week - mid 20s' hung, lean cute, really hairy legs, light dusting of chest hair. Long head-hair held in a @top-knott" - he's latin/european mix, so looks dark skinned. Lovely 8" cock. He asked me on grindr if he could fuck me and then if I'd buy him some weed. I agreed - not realising he wouldn't even discuss condoms. He turned up, stripped off and I started licking his lovely little ass, before he lubed his dick up and started to edge inside me. I was gob-smacked - this kid wanted to dump a load! And he did :-) I had another guy over later - and my ass was still dripping the kid's fresh cum. I gripped his very-very-hairy legs as he fucked me deep and hard, whilst we watched bare-back porn and snorted some meow. I enjoyed it so much I had him back a few days later - the last load, about 6 hours ago, and w erepeated it, with him driving his young, raw, very hard cock, deep into me to cum, and he drove it in. I licked my fingers covered in cum while he showered. So fucking cute, hung, and loves to fuk raw at about 24, 25.

I agree with many of you guys. Tops, you are fucking an asshole which primary function goes the other way. I don't like shit, but I have stopped spending hours in the bathroom so you have a clean dick after 10 minutes of fucking. 99% of the time it is fine, but there are accidents and they do happen. No bottom likes to shit all over the place. And to those who expect a clean hole just because they announced themselves 24 hours in advance, keep in mind that bottoms have a life too. Your ten minutes of fucking are not going to dominate 5 hours of my day. I am yet to meet a top who is that good.

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The Invitation The weekend at home was a short respite and I headed out first thing on Monday morning for the where day conference. So far Ben had been fucked bareback by at least five guys in the last couple of months, with very strong indications that Sam was one of them, probably the first one. Based on how badly he wanted us to get together with Matt and Josh he had probably been fucked by them as well. Then there was the flu he got about a month after meeting up with Sam again, followed by me getting it. Since I was now most probably poz, and the only person who had fucked me raw before Jeremy was Ben, I had to assume he was also poz. There was no way to undo that but now I was going to play some mind games with Ben. When I tired of that we would just accept our new found freedom and fuck around bareback with whoever we felt like. Just for the fun of it I searched the profiles again and found one that sounded just like Jeremy. He was not shy and showed his face. Yes, as I suspected, Jeremy was BBSam4Fun’s “J2”, and his profile picture showed him in his latex outfit with the biohazard logo. He listed his status as “Ask Me.” I had a hunch that it was highly unlikely that the test result had been a false positive and so there was no point in me playing safe anymore. It was time to take up Zach on his offer as we were both going to be at the conference. We finished at around 5:30 that evening and as we walked out of the conference room I asked Zach to join me for a drink in the bar. We chose two comfortable chairs in preference to a hard stool at the bar counter. The chairs and accompanying side table were chosen to give a good view of the bar and its occupants. I scanned the room. Only one guy caught my eye. He was one of the conference attendees, and he had caught me looking at his package earlier in the day but had said nothing. Dark hair and complexion and a slim build. He looked Mediterranean or Latino. It was not important what he was other than he had smoldering hot looks. I kept looking at him as Zach and I discussed this and that and drank a few beers. After about twenty minutes I could contain myself no longer and brought up the subject of sex. “Zach, I thought about what you said to me last week. The answer is yes. I’d love to fuck your butt. Tonight, if possible.” Zach just laughed. “No way. I already made plans for tonight and it does not include you fucking me with a condom-strangled cock.” “Who said anything about condoms? I want to ram your ass with my juicy raw cock until I dump a massive load deep in your colon.” Zach looked stunned for a moment. “FUCK yeah! I want that. My plans have not changed but you are now invited. Are you going to get fucked bare as well?” “What do you think? What goes around cums around. Of course I am. The more loads the better.” “Well then, another convert to our cause. I have some fun in the gym planned for tonight. Access to the gym is usually restricted after 9 pm but Chris gave me an access key. The nice thing is unlike many hotel gyms there are no big windows where a casual observer can look in. So we can do whatever we want as long as we clean up when we are finished.” “Great, so I guess that the party starts at nine?” “Ten actually, we need to wait for Chris and Ricky his boyfriend to get off work.” “So it will be the four of us?” “Actually no. I was not expect you to join us to play, so I arranged a little orgy with some of my friends who are in town. Quite a few of them are poz and the TeamBB rules apply to all of my parties so you cannot ask. But you are most welcome to join us if you agree to that. The more the merrier. I’ve been dying to get your dick in my hole ever since I first met you. And if you can round up another bareback top or two between now and ten that would be great too.” I looked at him with amusement. I had not picked up anyone, bareback or not since I had met Ben. So it really was not likely that I would be bringing someone new to the party. “Zach, you going to join me for dinner?” “Nope, got other plans and a breeding and seeding party to get together.” I grinned at him. He was not shy, that’s for sure. As he left he turned and commented “See you at ten at the gym. The password to get in is Team BB. And since we are playing by the rules see if you can find something appropriate to wear.” I sat by myself drinking my beer but that was not for long. The hot guy had been sitting across the bar watching us all the time. I did not mind as it gave me an opportunity to look him over. Seeing that Zach was not coming back, he sauntered over and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Dino. Mind if I sit? Those bar stools are hard on an ass.” “Hi, I’m Brandon. Sure, go ahead. I like a little company.” (Fuck, he was even hotter up close and I could see he was packing some serious meat in his tight khaki pants.) He looked at me closely as if to decide his next move. “You organize these conferences and are here often. Where can one go to get a bit of action?” I was taken aback and took a moment to reply. A hot guy like him setting off all the gay alarms wanting to get some action. So I stalled and played dumb. “Action? What do you mean? Gentlemen’s clubs?” He burst out laughing. “Dumb ass. What do you take me for? You are obviously gay and you have been cruising me all evening! Nope, I want the gentlemen, not their clubs.” I smiled “Oh, that’s a relief. I thought you may be asking me to find something know nothing about.” He grabbed his ample crotch. “There is something else that is hard on a man’s ass. Or should I say in an ass.” Great, maybe I had found a top for Zach after all. But we did not know if he played safe or not. “Why don’t you join me for dinner and let’s see what we can come up with for tonight.” We spent some talking about this and that and we discovered to our surprise that we lived only about 20 minutes from each other. After some time the inevitable topic of whether we were single or not came up. “So you have a boyfriend” I said. “Does he know you fuck around on the side?” “No, I’ve never told him and I don’t think he suspects. When we first met we used to fuck a lot, always with condoms. Then after about a year we got tested and started barebacking. He insisted on monogamy and at first the excitement of raw sex was enough. Then it sort of got boring and now we only have sex about once a month. I need more so I suggested we open our relationship up a little but he was having none of it. He said he did not want to go back to condoms. I even suggested we find another neg couple for regular hookups but he did not like that idea either. So we started some fetish stuff to get the excitement up but really I think what we need is more cock from strangers.” “My husband I have an agreement. Sort of a don’t-ask-don’t-tell arrangement. The rule is we use condoms when we play with others, but I know he doesn’t so I don’t either.” “Fuck, that’s hot. Since I travel a lot I fuck around a lot that he doesn’t know about, always bare. I could never go back to wearing rubber.” I realized that I may have come up with a top for Zach so I asked him the question. “You up for a bareback sex party tonight?” I did not have to encourage him, he was raring to go. So I told him the Team BB rules. He chuckled. “Well, that’s convenient, I went past the local fetish wear store yesterday evening as soon as I got in and bought myself something sexy in neoprene.” I could not resisted the temptation. “I though you could not go back to wearing rubber.” “No you fucking idiot, on my body, not my dick. With rapid access to where it’s needed. You’ll see tonight.” I told him where to meet up and the password and we parted. I looked in my bags. I couldn’t find anything particularly sexy to wear to the party and the fetish wear store had already closed. I grabbed a pair of scissors and my favorite white swimsuit and removed the front lining. It would have to do for now. I knew how well the single lined rear showed off my crack when wet so I was hoping the same would be true for the front. I could not wait for the time to pass…the anticipation for the nights activities was too great. Exactly and ten pm I found myself in front of the gym door with the large closed sign. I knocked. “Password?” “Team BB," I answered. Zach opened the door and let me in, commenting "You're the first to arrive. The entire facility is available. Enjoy." He was wearing tight leather shorts and a half-harness and construction boots. His tight little body looked even hotter in that outfit than I remembered from the gym, but since I had a few minutes before the main activity began, I stripped down to my swimsuit, jumped into the pool and took a quick swim to cool down a bit. Looking down, I was amazed how see my speedo was all but transparent. I lounged in the water for a few minutes before the next guys knocked on the door and Zach let them in. They were two hunky boys, both in their late twenties, both dressed in tight jeans and dark t-shirts. They disappeared into the locker room to undress. Zach stepped over to me, identifying the guys as the Baker twins, Brent and Brad. The twins emerged from the locker room and walked straight towards where I was in the pool. They were both wearing translucent latex outfits like shorty surfer wetsuits with zippers all the way from the neck to the small of their backs. Brent was wearing yellow and Brad was wearing red. The rubber was transparent enough to see each had a biohazard tattoo on the left side of his crotch. They had obviously been wearing the rubber for a while because their muscular bodies were already slick and slippery with sweat. Seeing that and their fat uncut cocks I knew immediately that I wanted both of them to breed me. I climbed out of the pool in front of them noticing their looks of approval as the wet see through spandex clung to my crotch outlining my cock and balls. I turned around to show them my ass as I bent down to pick up my towel. They were only a few feet away. Brad looked at me with a grin. “I like your swimsuit. Low cut. Real low cut like a competition swimmer’s so that it doesn’t even cover the top of your crack. My brother and I like that. We were on the swim team at college and got to look at a lot of hot guys in a tiny speedos.” Brent chipped in. “And fuck a lot of them. We like what you are packing in front as well. If one of us fucks you we both are, and we’re going to fuck you and give you our loads. Then you are going to fuck us. We come pre-lubed with cum.” My dick had started to chub at the sight of these two muscular dudes and suddenly got very hard at the thought of their charged cum in my hole. It would be the first time that I knowingly took a load from a poz guy. (Or two.) “Yeah.” Brad continued. “We always fuck each other before a party. Gets our asses ready and slows us down so we don’t cum too quickly.” As he spoke their dicks were starting to expand and fill out in the tight latex. They both unzipped their crotch zippers and released their swelling uncut cocks. “Let’s see how you suck,” Brad suggested. I went down on my knees and swallowed Brad’s drooling meat. Brent did not waste a moment and went down on all fours behind me and pulling down my swimsuit he thrust his tongue deep into my ass crack. I relaxed my sphincter to allow him access and he wormed his tongue into my hole. That lasted all of a second before he withdrew his head. “Damn, no cum there. That’s not right. We’ll have to fix that.” He dived back in and started getting my anus nice and wet for the coming fuck. Brad looked down on me furiously working his dick with my mouth. “Yeah, you need to know what a good hole tastes like.” He slid out of my mouth and turned around, unzipping the back zipper of his suit revealing his well fucked hole. Soon we were all on the floor, Brent loosening up my hole with is mouth and me tasting the sex juices in Brad’s ass. Without asking me, Brent stopped rimming me and I felt him place the head of his leaking dick at my back door. It was so slick with pre-cum that he did not need any lube and he slowly slid all the way in. Brad knew what Brent was doing without looking. “I want you to fuck me while he is fucking you.” He moved away from my mouth and backed onto my cock. “Don’t need lube.” He took my cock balls deep in one swift move. It was a new experience to be sandwiched between two slippery latex sheathed guys getting barebacked and barebacking without skin on skin body contact. In spite of having fucked his brother earlier Brent did not last long and I could feel his pace pick up seconds before I felt his cock swell and twitch as he started spewing his toxic cum in my guts. It took me over the edge as well and I dumped a massive load in Brad. As he came Brent whispered in my ear. “I’m not supposed to tell you this but I’m poz and not on meds. Same for Brad.” I did not really need him to tell me he was poz as I had noticed their tattoos. As for meds, I had not even been to see a doctor yet. As I came down from my orgasm I noticed a few more guys had entered the room and they had been stroking their cocks as they watched us fuck. I heard Zach say “Treat him nice guys. It’s his first bareback sex party, so make sure he gets plenty of loads.”

PART 3 How had I gotten in this position? Impaled on a poz stranger's raw dick as I was being brutally face fucked by my boyfriend? I thought I heard a knock on the front door. My boyfriend withdrew himself from my mouth muttering "I've gotta get the door, but if you know what is good for you, you won't even TRY to get off that big dick you're riding." Two minutes later my boyfriend walked back into the room with a six foot tall, somewhat young Latino muscle boy. "This Sam's boyfriend Carlos, and he is the FUN I told you was coming. Keep riding Sam's dick and we'll start with a little show." I wasn't ready for what happened next. My boyfriend slowing undressed the new hunk licking and caressing every inch of his hard muscled body. Carlos's thick 9" dick was already swelling when my man got down on his knees and swallowed it it one swift move. Carlos groaned and moaned with pleasure as he grabbed the back of my man's head and throat fucked him slow and deep. Then I hear Carlos say "I've missed that mouth and you give the best head ever." What was I hearing? My boyfriend knew both Sam and Carlos, and had sucked Carlos' dick before? What else didn't I know about my boyfriend's activities?. With that my man stopped sucking and pushed Carlos back on the bed so both Carlos and Sam were laying next to each other. Then, without missing a beat, my man impaled himself on Carlos' dick. So there we were, side by side each bouncing up and down on the two muscle boyfriend's dicks. This was definitely FUN, even if also frightening. Sam was POZ. Did that mean Carlos was also? In addition,why did my lover know them, and why had he played around with (at least) Carlos? Meanwhile Sam slowed-down, and looking over to Carlos said "It's time to switch. You need to try this hot little muscle ass for a while." With that my boyfriend climbed-off Carlos' cock, ordering me to switch places, adding "Before you slide down on Carlos, get down on him, clean up his dick, and then ride it until you squeeze a load out of him." I did as ordered, and watched as my man did the same for Sam, sitting down on that huge cock without hesitation. His head thrown back with obvious pleasure he groaned "It's so good to have that big fuckin' dick in me again. It's been too long and I need a recharge " With that I passed out and rolled onto the floor. To be continued

I don't want to come across as harsh, but there's still a point I want to drive home, so forgive me my bluntness. Frankly I pity the fool who thinks that he needs HIV (or any other chronic disease) to live the life he wants to live. That's like longing to get cancer so you can become that amazing, saint-like, strong person you always wanted to be. It's bullshit. It's either in you or it isn't. Whether you self-actualize is up to you alone. Freedom is a state of mind, not a medical condition. That's not saying that there aren't many poz guys who live long, fulfilled lives and have great sex on the way. It's just that you don't need HIV for that. Also it's not the number of sexual encounters per se or the piggishness of the act that matters. It's the ability to enjoy yourself in the moment and to remember each fuck fondly afterwards what really makes for a great sex life. I don't want to brag, but the kind of sex I'm having on a regular basis would probably make some of you guys want to cry (also one of the reasons why I haven't contributed as much lately). If I showed you pictures of some of the guys I've seeded you'd probably call me a liar. That's because I don't see my neg status as a disability, but as something that leaves all options open to me, so I can just enjoy myself like a kid in a candy store. You're poz and on meds? Great. Let's fuck! You're neg? Bend over and take it. Some of my sexual adventures are like scenes from Treasure Island media. Half a dozen guys in a hotel room breeding and seeding for hours. Well, that's what I call a friday. I've fucked muscle gods while others pissed on each other in front of a crowd of 50 cheering guys. And two days later I can hook up with a student from the local college who wants to try barebacking for the first time because his boyfriend insists on condoms (or wants to take a load himself because his BF is a total bottom). I can be a safe-only guy's dirty little secret. Or a "straight" (yeah, right ) guy's experimental phase. Because I'm not hung up on anything or defined by something. Instead I just go with flow and see where my horniness takes me. That probably wouldn't change at all if I were poz. But only because being poz wouldn't really matter: I already am sexually liberated. If you have the option to go on prep, this should be a no-brainer. Just get over your psychological issues. Just let go of all of that bad karma like feelings of envy and start enjoying yourself.

Another Real Experience (x 2!) - the Porn Star and the Trucker I was watching a Classic Pre-Condom Gay Porn Vid this evening and it brought back two very hot (and very different) experiences. The vid was 1986′s “Oversized Load” about the sexual exploits of some young truckers - and it brought back BOTH the many times I played with one of its’ stars, Scott O’Hara, AND the first time I partied with a trucker in his rig. For those who never saw any of Scott O’Hara’s movies (”Hung and Horny”, “Stick Shift”, “The Other Side of Aspen 2″ and especially “Head Over Heels”) he was a blond cross between an All American Boy type and a Midwestern Farm Boy in looks during the height of his career, was given the label “Biggest Dick in San Francisco” for his very large (and gorgeous) endowment, and his ability to blow himself… which he did frequently in films. He was born a year before me in 1961 and died from AIDS related complications in 1998. I knew him in the 1990s when no studio would hire him anymore because of his status, and he had reinvented himself as an author, publisher and activist - he was also by this time sporting a skin-head ACTUP queer look and was the first person I knew to have any tatoo related to his illness applied to his body. I even wound up writing a number of articles for his magazine “STEAM” which was an unapologetic paen to cruising, recreational and anonymous sex at a time when saying such things aloud invited VERY public scorn and condemnation. I was introduced to him by the photographer I was frequently doing nude shoots for (see the black & whites I posted of myself some months back). Though now in my thirties, I still sported a short blond somewhat military cut (suitable for playing parts like Lt. Cable in “South Pacific”) and just like it used to happen to the hot stud I was about to meet, my clean cut look made many of the pigs “in the scene” underestimate my kink/pig side. Hell, I’d been going to NYC’s leather bars since I was 18! But if you didn’t know me… Anyway, sure enough, the first of the photographer’s parties he invited me to I met with that reaction until the guests learned better… including Mr. O”Hara. I had to go over some details for an upcoming shoot with the host that slowed down my stripping compared to the other guys - there was now a room full of (remember the time period, mid-90s) lean, vascular, shaved guys with either buzz cuts or shaved head and lots of piercings, while a guy (me) who looked like an Army Captain or Police Sergeant was still mostly dressed. I thought the guy who was introduced to me as “Scott” was the hottest of a room full of hotness, and then he turned and I saw the “HIV+” tattoo and growled “fuck yeah”… Scott turned to me with a look of surprise and a smile and said “Man, lookin’ at you I would have expected you to zip up and head out the door, not have THAT reaction!’ I responded that I was full of surprises as my clothes came off revealing my full leather harness, metal cockrings and chrome and leather arm bands. “Told you guys he’d more than fit in,” I heard my host and photographer say. As things were getting comfortable and we were progressing to the sex, Scott stayed by me surreptiously doing some lines and giving me some - probably about ¾ of the guys were doing enhancements, but not everyone was down with it, so the rule was keep it low-key. Considering the way I was reacting, it was probably NOT the coke I thought it was at first (tina was not all that regular at that time - I’d first had it with that pilot back in the 80s - “Karmic Chemfuck” - and only one other time up until this point). There was also a bit of K around and good poppers and Max Impact. Scott was really curious why I wasn’t scared of his tatoo… and I quietly told him I tested positive back in early 1985, and I kept it very quiet for my performing career’s sake - he sure related to that! At that point, even my host didn’t know I was poz - just my partner (who, now after 26 years together is STILL negative) and my doctor. Scott was very turned and and sticking another line of K my way, he looked me in the eye and said “Fuck yes. So you and I can bareback each other tonight - its the only way a man should fuck or be fucked!” Whoa! Bareback… now when sex started for me, everything was bareback (the term itself didn’t even exist) but in order to keep up my slut lifestyle in the 90s, a condom was mandatory and though I hated them I was good at using them as a top… as a bottom they really slowed me down as I always get an allergic reaction to condom style latex. I had thought I’d never feel that ecstasy again, but this absolute satyr of a man caught me at just the right level of “enhancement” that reservations I would normally have had were tempered by his very logical argument and his very hot cock and attitude and his very good party favors. We agreed. The lights in the photography studio went to psychedelic, trance music played and the group went at it. My tongue found other tongues, hot cocks - many with PA’s and some of the hottest manholes I’d encountered with my mouth in a while. There were about 8 of us in total (small compared to some groups) but all hot and all piggy. While we both played with every other guy there, Scott and I also spent a bit of extra time with each other - we dove into an anal 69 seemingly trying to get our whole heads up each others hot chute. We pulled off into a hot kiss and I felt him press something up into my hole - it burned a bit as he put something in my hand and said “here, do me”. I pressed the rock salt like stuff into his hole and we stopped to do another line of it and a hit of poppers and he rolled back onto a waist height wooden block and whispered “slide that poison stick in the poison hole”. It was so wrong, but so right. My cock slipped in easily and I was ballistic with pleasure. As I fucked him and rolled him further onto the block, he smirked at me and took his own cockhead into his mouth, lewdly tonguing it. THAT’s when it finally hit me. I subtly hissed down to him “holy fucking shit - SCOTT is it? You’re Scott O’Hara, I fucking love your movies.” He seemed really pleased at that and after a few more minutes of me pounding his manhole, he called out “switch!”. A quick couple of glugs of fluids, and another something pressed into my butt, making it SCREAM to be filled, and he pushed me back into the position he’d just been in. He gave me a shot of poppers, sprayed some Maximum Impact on someone’s jock that was lying around, shoved it in my mouth and said “here it comes.” JEEEZUS! The first raw cock in my hole in over six years, and it’s that gorgeous giant! It hurt a bit ‘till I stretched around it, but I was so excited and so tweaked, and so relieved to not have latex fucking me that it soon settled in and felt friggin’ amazing. Our host, who knew my play style well glanced over and remarked “I never thought you’d take that monster that easily, if at all!” and then squinting to look closer, realized there was no condom. His eyebrows shot up, but before he could say anything else, he was distracted by a SECOND latex sheathed cock sliding up next to the first in his own hole, and his attention was drawn elsewhere. There were more fucks with the other guys for each of us, both as tops and bottoms (and one other guy who had noticed us also barebacked each of us and let us bareback him). There was also lots more hole-play, some fisting and w/s, a bit of b/d here and there and toy play, and always, lots of rimming of really hot holes. Scott and I had to keep our holes to just us and the one other guy at the end as we’d each blown off up each others fuck chute. I had gone home with a load in my hole and that much joy in years - and oddly, though I played enough times after with my photographer it wasn’t until almost 18 years later that we finally barebacked each other! After that I played with Scott a number of times - a few group scenes, but mostly either as a three-way with our photographer bud (still using condoms on him) or one on one, where he’d get me high and we’d get wonderfully nasty. He hired me to write a number of columns for his “Steam” Magazine between a few more wild fucks. After that night, when I was playing “extracurricularly” I more and more sought out other poz for BB and less and played with those requiring a condom… I’d regained so much physical joy, and if I wasn’t hurting myself or someone else, then there was finally SOME kind of silver lining for this stupid disease (that I’ve now been dealing with for 30 YEARS). Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about the first time I partied with a trucker in his cab! For more about Scott O’Hara: http://likeahornyboy.blogspot.com/2012/06/scott-o-hara-is-too-big.html?zx=5fbde5ac859bcb2

I was bored and horny, and was just reading through some stories on Breeding Zone with the television on in the background for noise. I briefly remembered hearing that the multi-state lottery was at a large amount and was expected to make someone very rich. The thought played in the back of my mind but I sort of forgot about it as I stroked my boner to the images of the boys mentioned in the stories I was reading. I was mid-forties and in decent shape but life hadn’t been particularly good for me, I was recently unemployed again, having lost my full time job a couple years back, and been filling in with shitty part time retail jobs. I lived in a dingy apartment that had seen better days. It was a nice neighborhood when I moved in, but over the years the management companies changed, as did the nice neighbors, as they moved out in moved trash. I pretty much kept to myself, traveling out for hook-ups, occasionally going out to the clubs and bars, often just hanging around as the cover charge at the clubs was usually enough to keep me sober as, most of the time, I could only afford soda. I scanned A4A and BBRT then came across a hot ad for a cute 22 year old who was into just about everything on BBRT. I oinked him and waited, and waited then went back to cruising the ads, then back to BZ for some more hot stories. I was just about to shoot a hot load to a bug chasing story when my computer oinked in the background, indicating I had a message on BBRT. Checking my mail I found a message from him. H: Hey Daddy, thanks for the Oink, what’s up? M: Just browsing around looking at who’s on-line. H: Anyone catch your eye? M: You did. H: Thanks, I almost didn’t respond when I looked at your age, but your body got me rock hard. M: Then I guess I owe you a 'thanks'. Then BBRT advised me "This member has unlocked his pictures." H: Hope you are even more enticed with my unlocked photos. By the way I want you to know I’m not a hustler, but was wondering if you were generous. There was that question I always seemed to get from the younger crowd, wanting a free ride, a sugar daddy, a john to service. I almost ended the conversation until he continued saying: H: Daddy you still there? Daddy, I meant that I find you interesting enough that I wouldn’t mind if we became friends, not just a casual hook up. But I can’t support you. I’m still in college with two shitty retail/food service jobs, and given the distance it says we are from each other, I guess you’re in a similar boat. Our neighborhood is pretty much a slum. M: Oh so you think I live in a slum. H: That’s not what I meant, but this is certainly a lower income 'hood. Wouldn't you agree? M: Well, I guess you’re right about that. Want to meat up at S for coffee? H: Can’t do that tonight but would love to “meat up” in the morning. I checked out his unlocked picks, thinking 'Damn this kid is cute, and has a great body. I wonder if maybe he has an agenda.' M: Sure. Say about 8:00 or so. H: Sounds cool. My name is Jeremy, by the way. M: Awesome. See ya in the morning then, Jeremy. I relooked at his pictures and began wondering what I was in for, He was 6’1 about 150 pounds had blonde hair, blue eyes and a athletic looking body, looking at that sweet face and juicy cock and tight ass had me extremely hard and dripping pre-cum, but shit he was going to meet up with me in a little over 8 hours, I decided to save the cream for him if he wanted it, after all I could always jerk off to his pics after we met. I turned off the laptop and turned down the volume on my phone and went to sleep, filled with erotic dreams of Jeremy and what we could do together. The alarm went off on schedule and I was up and showered by 7, had thrown together my gym bag and tossed it into my car, going to the gym was one of those little things I struggled to get past in my current financial state, but I figured I was more hirable if I looked good and fit. Around quarter past I drove across the street to the supermarket and did some light shopping, on the way out I stopped off at the lottery machine and purchased a ticket for that night’s drawing. I arrived at the coffee shop shortly before 8 and ordered a white mocha and took a seat facing the door. Just shortly after 8 Jeremy walked in wearing black basketball shorts, a white wife beater, and an oversized hoody, zipped up about half way so that the tank top showed through revealing his muscular hairless chest, carrying a large backpack, his well-toned legs sprouted slightly darker fur, than was on his dirty blond head, he nodded in my direction then went to order himself a coffee. Upon finishing his order he came over and sat down next to me and extended his hand in greeting J: hey there, glad you could make it, I don’t remember if I caught your name on line last night or not M: oh sorry I don’t think I shared that, its Matt J: glad to make your acquaintance Matt His smile was electrifying and melted away any reservations I had about the boy. We chatted for almost an hour over our respective coffees discussing this and that and soon discovered that in spite of our 24 year age gap we had lots in common, and I soon grew very comfortable around Jeremy, almost like he was my son, As we each finished our drinks I asked him if he would like a ride home, having seen the sweat glistening on him when he had unzipped the hoody after sitting down I had concluded he had walked here, not to mention his musk was not only making me hard but he smelled great sitting so close. He accepted the offer and we headed out to my car, upon belting ourselves in I pulled out of the parking lot onto the street. I followed his directions as he led me back towards my apartment, having me pull into my drive and circle around the complex in the opposite direction I would normally take. We rounded the corner nearest his apartment and he turned to me J: you want to come in and hang for a while longer? M: sure J: you can park in any open uncovered space M: tell Ya what I’ll park in my space and walk back to your apartment J: you live here too? M: yeah and it seems not so far from you We both laughed as I parked the car, then walked to his place one building over. We entered his sparsely appointed apartment and were on top of each other as the door closed, his hoody hit the floor first as he lifted my tee shirt off. He began sucking on my quarter sized nipples shortly after we broke our kisses off, his hands found the buckle on my belt and soon I felt my jeans being lowered, having gone commando, freeing my trapped hard cock. I slid his shorts down and fondled his cock through the mesh of his jock strap his precum oozing through the fabric. We stood there groping each other and pressed against the door when Jeremy took my hand and led me to the couch where we began caressing each other anew, Jeremy not allowing me to free his cock from the Jock which was now soaked with his precum, his hard cock straining to be free J: please daddy I want to pleasure you, my release is secondary, please fuck me daddy make me your boy M: you want me to use you as my boy, breed you with my seed J: yes daddy I need you to breed me, make me yours I sank down and sucked the precum from his jock into my mouth then lifted his legs and slathered my spit and his precum on his hole, before rising to my knees and aiming my cock head towards his sphincter M: you sure you want this, there’s no going back J: yes fuck me, give me your daddy seed M: you sure you want my load blasted into your boy cunt? J: yeah daddy give me all you have to give I pushed into the unyielding pucker, but it would not open for me M: you ever been fucked before, son? J: no daddy you’ll be my first Oh my god he was a virgin and he was offering up his cherry to me, I changed my tactics a bit and began licking at his hole tongue fucking him to see if I could loosen him up. I could feel his pucker loosen some after about five minutes of probing with my tongue, I then inserted a finger and it slid in after a brief amount of resistance, I wiggled it around massaging his prostate from within. His tight ring began to yield and loosen enough to slide in a second finger, and after about five more minutes a third, I was now rubbing on that tender spot just inside of Jeremy’s sphincter his moaning beginning to fill the room, I removed my fingers from his hole and replaced it with the tip of my mushroom head, flowing with precum it quickly made the outside ring slippery and slick as I worked my head over his pucker. J: fuck me daddy, do it now M: here it cums son I pushed in as he bucked up to meet my thrust forcing the first few inches into his hole J: oh Fuck, oh Fuck, OH FUCK M: just relax and try to push out a little As he did I could feel his ring relax and I pushed another two inches up into his gut, I pulled out about an inch the slowly slipped the rest of my 7.5 inches into his rectum, he moaned as he felt my pubes on the back of his nuts tickling the taint as I ground my pelvis into his ass J: oh daddy I fill so full, now let me ride it M: mmmm so tight and pulsating around my cock As I rocked back and forth I could feel his ass muscles convulsing around my meat, like Jeremy was orgasming on my cock inside his hole I slid it out the thrust back in, the waves of muscle rippling against my organ increased and I began pumping it in and out of Jeremy faster and faster the walls massaging my cock on each pass, I soon realized I had made the boy have a anal orgasm as I continued fucking him M: I’m going to cum where you want it J: oh daddy breed my ass make me yours forever, give me your toxic seed, POZ my hole I had never discussed my status with the boy but his talk of me POZing his virgin hole just made me harder and after edging in his convulsing hole for about 15 minutes I blasted my cum deep into his bowels. I was still hard after I came so I continued to pump in and out of his flooded hole, I so enjoyed fucking a cum filled hole and then about 5 minutes later I felt the tingling in my balls again and felt the semen shooting from my cocklips again, blasting another load in his gut J: oh daddy we are now one, thanks for breeding me M: it was nice fucking you, you made me cum so hard I rolled off of the boy and we snuggled on the couch for a while before either of us could catch our breath enough to talk M: why’d you tell me to POZ your ass, we never discussed status? J: I just figured, since we meet on BBRT, you said ask me on your profile and you were willing to breed some dumb twink without even asking status or offering yours, you must be POZ M: All good assumptions but in my case wrong J: oh …, sorry hope I didn’t offend you I started laughing then pulled the boy into me and started making out with him, caressing his muscular body and getting him all excited again. M: so are you still negative? Being as you were virgin and all J: yeah I am, sorry about the POZ talk while we were fucking M: no problem, kind of got off on it actually We both began laughing together and resumed our exploration of each other’s bodies and mouths, soon he was sucking in my cock removing the ruminates from our lovemaking, his 8 inch slender cock rock hard, I couldn’t resist as I slicked it up and then climbed in his lap and impaled myself on his drooling member J: what are you doing? I’m all bottom M: you’re a top for now boy, now fuck your daddy I held my ass about three inches away from his crotch and he began thrusting upwards into my willing hole, every now and then I would raise and lower my ass a few inches to get him in me deeper, all the while I had my tongue buried in his mouth and we dueled for oral superiority, he suddenly pulled back J: oh fuck I’m going to cum M: oh yeah give me your toxic load fill me with your AIDS babies wreck my hole J: oh god I’m filling your hole with my POZ cum I ground my ass down into his groin getting as much of his twink cock buried in my ass as I could, I could fill the wetness seeping around his cock pulsing in my hole, I threw my head back and for the first time saw the photos on his bookcase besides the couch. I froze as one in the upper corner caught my eye, it was a man and a woman, the man was in a brown suit and the woman in a teal chiffon dress, it was so familiar, I blinked and went back to Jeremy kissing him passionately, now fearing the photo linked us in a way, that he was unaware of or maybe he was. Jeremy pushed me off and I got up we were both drenched in cum as I had shot again as he was cumming up inside me, blasting both our abs and almost to his neck, Jeremy grabbed my hand and led me to the shower where he tenderly washed me off then himself. J: Matt I have class in about an hour so I need to leave now, if I’m going to catch my bus M: I’ll drive you in if only to spend a little more time with you J: that’ll be great just let me get dressed and I’ll meet you out by your car. I gathered my clothes and hurriedly dressed while Jeremy got himself presentable in the bedroom, I looked at the photo again, not really believing my eyes. I exited Jeremy’s and hurried to my apartment I scrambled around and grabbed a couple dollars for gas then hurried out to the car where Jeremy was waiting for me. I unlocked the door and we both hopped in, about a mile down the road I began to ask the question that was nagging me M: the photo on your bookcase the one that looked like a professional prom photo, might I ask who they are, since it isn’t you J: oh that’s just a Photo of my mom and her boyfriend, she says it was taken when he won a portrait package in some raffle, I always suspected he was the one to knock her up with me, but she never wanted to talk about it but I always suspected. M: hmmm interesting story I dropped Jeremy off at the bus stop in front of his university then did some errands, . I had noticed a strand of dirty blond hair on the head rest in the car, about Jeremy’s color and length, I placed it in a zip lock back, I had a friend who did DNA testing to determine paternity thought this would maybe calm my nerves. it was after 2 when I got home Little did I know how much my life would change over the next 24 to 48 hours.

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Making My New Son * * * * * I dreamed this last night and had to get it down. I thought it was so hot, I actual shot a load in bed. I am still working on the final part of War Brothers, but wanted to get this done before I forgot it. * * * * * "Come on guys grab the fucker and hold him down. He's a strong fucker." I bellow out as the man I have selected to become my new son struggles to get free. My selections name is Aaron Blackman and he is the quarterback at the local high school. Since I am the assistant football coach at the school it was easy to stalk him. I have admired him not only on the field, but in the locker-room. He has a magnificent body and a cock and set of balls that would make a bull blush. I knew I had to have him the first time I saw his low hanging nuts swinging between his naked hairy legs. I knew what I wanted, but it wasn't easy finding it that is why when I saw Aaron I knew he was the one… well actually my cock knew before I did, but still. While Aaron may have been a young physical master piece with gorgeous blue eyes, he was academically dumb as a stump which was ok since I wasn't interested in his mind. Any way I knew this buck wasn't going to go down without a fight. Even with the four of us he was almost more than we could handle. But, finally we got the cuffs on his wrists and the ties around his ankles. We took a rest and enjoyed watching my beautiful new son struggle and try to break free. I considered drugging him, putting him out. But that wouldn't provide the experience that I wanted and I wanted him to have. Instead he would be drugged with Tina to help bring out his inner whore. That is the nice thing about Tina. Every man has an inner whore even when he keeps it under lock and key, but Tina can find it and help bring it out. Even this stud. After resting for a bit, we picked him up and carried him inside. Now we know he was going to scream, but as we were out in the middle of nowhere we are not concerned about him attracting attention, but it looked like it might rain and we didn't want him getting wet - at least not by rain. Once inside we placed him on a large rubber mat on the floor, unhooked his wrists and stretched them out to his left and right, re-attaching this wrists to loops in the concrete floor. Of course he tried to free himself, but with the four of us there to control him, and his legs still bound, we were more than a match for him. Once we had his arms secured we did the same with his feet, securing each one to a steel ring embedded in the floor. He was now spread out wide and certainly not going any where. Naturally he was also screaming, calling us names and threatening to kill us when he got free, but, that is to be expected and soon his tune would soon change. Then we cut his clothing off of him. Part of me was sorry we had to do this, as his clothing was very high end and quite nice, but it was part of his training. As we cut off each article of his clothing we showed it to him, and tossed it in a drum in which a fire was burning. "Why the fuck did you do that, those clothes were brand new and cost $400. You fuckers." Aaron screamed. "Oh, look guys. This stupid whore, who is about to be raped and turned in to our pet whore, is worried about his fucking clothes! Stupid fucker" I laughed loudly. The other guys joined in laughing. It took Aaron a minute for his brain to register what I had just said. His eyes grew wide and then he began to thrash about, trying to get away. "No - please don't rape me. Please I'm straight. I like girls. Please don't. I am so sorry. Come on guys I want to have kids, a family!" Aaron pleaded. "Oh, baby I've been looking for a stud like you for ages. You're going to become my son. You will love me. You will love your brothers, also. You will encourage us to use your body. You will take our cocks, cum, piss - and you will beg for it. You will be an obedient boy, and in return you will want for nothing" I said as we began to strip off our clothing. "NOOOOOO!!!!" Aaron screamed, but he also began to look over our bodies, one guy after the next. "What… What… are those scars?" Aaron asked in a shaky, but still angry voice. "Oh, you see all of these are my boys and all of them have been where you are now. They all started hot straight studs. Those scars are a sign of my personal adoption process. Well, that and…" I trailed off. "My god, that's unreal," Aaron said. "Aaron I want to be honest with you son" I started to say. "I am not your fucking son you sick faggot pervert and you are not my dad… fucker!" Aaron screamed. "As I was saying, you will not leave this place as you are. When you leave here you will be my son, I will be your new father, and these boys your new brothers. All of my boys here were once pussy-fucking straight boys, but, now they are full fledged homos. You will not leave here neg, either" I said. "You were all straight?" Aaron asked in disbelief. "Yep" my sons replied in unison. "Wait. Neg? What do you mean by neg?" Aaron asked. "You will not only be trained to love cock, cum, and piss, you will learn to love the feel of the male body as well as all of its flavors and treasures. Each of us is going to give you our baby or AIDS baby. As part of your adoption process to become a member of our family, you will be given HIV from each of us. You will from then on carry a part of us inside of you for however long you live. To put it another way, we are going to impregnate you with our AIDS babies" I explained. Aaron resumed screaming and thrashing, but to no end. It was pointless. He couldn't free himself - unless, of course, he chewed off his arms and legs. I pulled a small bag out of my pants' pocket. In the bag were several shards of crystal meth. I picked a nice large one, closed-up the bag and tucked it back in my pants' pocket. Walking between Aarons' legs and kneeling down, I looked him in the eyes. Seeing the panic in those eyes, I reached down and pressed the shard of crystal meth up into his asshole. I could feel him tighten his hole, hoping to keep me out, but I just pressed harder, until finally the pain caused him to flinch and in the meth popped. I made sure to push it in as deeply as I could, then stood-up, and smiled down at him. "Let's give him ten minutes and then we can start the party" I said to my sons. "What… What was that?" Aaron asked, his young, firm studly, body shaking. "That was hard drugs, baby. Tina. A booty bump. Crystal meth. It's going to help free your inner cock whore. It's will help you sail in to the wonderful world of faggot AIDS whore. It will help you become my son." I said, still smiling. I could see Aaron working his ass muscles, trying to push it out, but it was in too deep, and because of its crystalline texture wasn't moving. Finally he gave-up and started to sob. We stood around, stroking our cocks and saying dirty, nasty things about the boy on the floor. Out of curiosity I reached down, picked-up his wallet and looked in side. There were fifty dollars, and condom which naturally I threw in the fire drum. "You won't be needing that any more" I said. His wallet also contained his drivers' license, school ID card, a picture of (I suppose to be) his parents and two younger brothers. I put everything but his driver's license back in to his wallet. Well, that and the condom which, I'm sure, was completely consumed by this time. I looked at his driver's license and noticed he turned 18 three days ago. I put the wallet down so that when everything is done I could return it to him. We are here to rape him. To turn in to a faggot. To make him my son and give him our AIDS babies - not rob him. I could see that he was growing more hyper. His eyes were darting around, his breathing quicker. I reached down and felt his chest: it was defiantly hot. I knew the Tina was working. Taking hold of his beautiful cock, I gave it a couple of strokes. His body tensed-up and he groaned. "No, no, no. Don't, don't, don’t" He babbled. "Ok, we can begin. Mark and John - bring in the boys." I said to two of my sons. They in turn headed out the back door, returning holding the nine Doberman pinschers on leashes. A Aaron stared at the dogs. Kneeling by his head I said "Don't worry. This will almost certainly hurt like fuck at first, but then you will feel pleasure like you never thought possible, certainly much more pleasure than any woman's cunt could afford. Oh, and don't worry. The dogs may hurt you, but they have been well trained and will only go so far. Go ahead. Panic and scream, if you like. But, when you feel that pleasure of which I've told you, I want you to sing out with joy. Sing for me, son" I said and then stood-up, everyone moving away from Aaron. "Boys, TEAR!" I said. Mark and John released the leashes. The dogs rushed to Aaron and started nipping his body all over, his neck, head, face, groin and ass crack excepted. We stood by and watched, as Aaron screamed out in pain, the dogs nipping and pulling on his skin, causing small bloody wounds all over his body. I moved in between Aaron's legs and released them, positioned them on my shoulders, aligned my hard cock with his hole and slammed into him. He screamed even a bit louder as I raped his virginal hole, and the dogs worried his body. The wounds the dogs were causing were not deep. They would leave scars just as they did for my other boys. They would bleed and hurt a bit, at least until Aaron was utterly distracted my cock and the Tina booty bump. I slammed in and out of Aaron's hole. I could feel it tear and bleed. As I continued to rape my new boy, my older sons formed a circle around Aaron and begin to jack their cocks. After about 15 minutes, per their training, the dogs moved away from Aaron and lay down. I looked over and saw their dog cocks were rigid: they always got horny tearing into my new sons. Guess the dogs got off on the scene as much as my sons and I did. One by one my boys blew their loads, spraying their AIDS come on to Aaron's body, covering the bloody wounds with their poison seed. Once each had shot his load onto Aaron, they all knelt down and started to rub the cum into his wounds. Aaron was shaking hard: his mouth was moving but nothing was coming out. His cock was rock hard and dripping precum. The pain was apparently turning to pleasure, particularly when my cock hit his prostate. Of course the Tina continued to course through his body. My boy's 'inner faggot whore' was coming out. Soon he would loose control and truly become my son; a new member of the family born complete with a new crop of HIV to further the mission. I picked up my pace and really started slamming into his guts. He began to babble quite vocally: the Tina was in full effect and to make sure that Aaron was flying high John placed a bottle of poppers under Aaron's nostril. Inhaling the fumes, Aaron moaned out loudly and deeply, his muscled stud body beginning to shake and tremble. "F…F…Fu…FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH GOD PLEASE FUCK ME!" Aaron wailed. I smiled down at my boy, my son and admiring his wounds, the blood and cum coating his young firm body. I could feel my nuts boiling, and knew I would soon shoot into his guts. Sure enough, a few deep hard thrusts later I blew, sending my poz cum deep in to his ass. I pulled out and stood, admiring my blood-shit-mucus coated cock. John stepped in behind me and slammed into Aaron's hole. "Oh, fuck bro, your hole is some beautiful, so warm, so wet, so perfect" John whispered to his new brother. Soon John shuddered and pumped another load of poz cum into Aaron. "Oh, fuck me fuck me bro. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me" Aaron begged over and over as he lost control. His mind on fire, the pain turning to pleasure, the cock in his ass the source of bliss, not pain. His mind broke and crumbled as Aaron's inner whore was set free and took control over the hot jock. I watched with great pleasure as Aaron's body went rigid, his cock swelling ever harder, spurting forth cum like a lawn sprinkler. "Oh, god whore me, whore my faggot ass, whore me, whore me, whore me. Give me your AIDS babies; please give me your cum!" Aaron bellowed as his nuts unloaded a second and then a third time. Over the next five minutes Aaron had four orgasms. By the time he came down off the last orgasm he was utterly incoherent. Over the next two days we gang fucked Aaron. We kept his wounds bleeding and we kept coating his body with our poz cum. We knew he would almost certainly convert. We knew our new family member would soon be one of us, would soon be carrying our AIDS babies inside of his body for the rest of his life, combining with his own DNA to make a new strain of baby, one that he would one day pass onto a new brother, a new family member. To his credit, Aaron begged for our cocks and cum the entire time. Of course we kept him drugged on Tina and poppers to keep his mind broken and in faggot whore mode. By the time the two days were over, Aaron's body was covered in a thick layer of AIDS Cum and blood. We left him to clean ourselves. When we came back he was sound asleep. We have watched and knew that during those two days Aaron had cum over four dozen times, his own nuts long ago drained half, so most of his orgasms were dry and intense, his nuts trying so hard to shoot something - anything, no no avail. Now we would just have to wait and see if he had become the faggot whore we wanted or if he would need another session - in a week or so. We waited, lovingly looking after him, our brother and son. As soon as he was strong enough I offered him my cock. He looked at it, looked at me. Our eyes locked as he opened his mouth, sucking me down his throat. He worked my cock and I could tell he was desperate for my seed. I quickly gave it too him. He greedily swallows it. As he cleaned my cock I made an offer to him: "Aaron honey, are you up for some cock in your pussy? Some of the boys haven't had a chance to get off inside of you yet. They were here for your adoption, but didn't get a chance to breed you. Can you take care of them for me? There are nine of them." He looked at me, lust in his eyes. "You want me to do the dogs don't you? Please tell me you want me to do the dogs" Aaron pleaded. "Sure, baby. I want you to take care of the dogs. All nine of them. After all, they helped make you a whore and now they want to feed you their doggy sperm. Want it?" I asked. "Oh, god yes. I want cock Dad. Lots of cock." I brought the dogs in on leashes, locked the doors to the room, and released Aaron from the floor. Instead of trying to make a run for it, he crawled over to the group of dogs, presenting his pussy to them. One by one they mounted him and bred him. As the first dog's knot swelled, sealing his cunt Aaron shuddered, spewing a load of clear juice onto the floor under himself. By the time the ninth dog was done Aaron's hole had dog sperm shooting out of it like a waterfall in Yosemite, with a large puddle of clear juice under his body, a puddle the dogs had induced him to shoot. I decided then that it was time for the ultimate test. I unlocked the doors, throwing a pile of clothing at Aaron. He dressed and walked over to the exit. "Why don't you want me any more? Did I do something wrong?" Aaron asked looking at the door and then back at me. "No baby, you did nothing wrong. I want you forever. You’re my son. A member of my family now and forever, but, now you have to choose. Do you stay or go. The choice is yours" I said. Aaron opened the door and walked out. I waited, but he didn't come back. Looking out the door I could see him running down the road. I sat down and waited for the cops. Three hours later I hear a car coming up the road. I went outside to see Aaron pulling up in his car. He got out, he retrieved a suite case from the trunk. "I told my parents I was moving out. I… couldn't tell them it was because I was going to be a faggot whore. I told them I had joined the army. In a few months I want you to send a letter telling them I was killed. You are my father now, they are my brothers" Aaron said, pointing to my other boys standing in the doorway of barn. "That is, if you still want me" Aaron asked, his voice trailing off. I walked over to him, wrapped my arms around him and kissed him with love and passion. Aaron was with us for about three months when he got very sick. He wss weak, throwing up, muscle aches and a high fever. He asked me to take him to the doctor, but I knew what the malady was, as did his brothers. I sat down on the bed next to him, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a damp towel. "There is no need for you to see a doctor, son. What this means is that our AIDS baby is growing inside of your body. You adoption is complete; you are one of us in body, mind and soul. You have the fuck flu, which is the sign your body has been infected with with HIV. Now your body will start combining our babies with your DNA making a new strain of babies. That strain you will one day pass onto a new brother, but, for now just rest. We will take care of you" I said as I kissed my pregnant son on the forehead. Tears of joy swelled-up in Aaron's eyes. He whispered into my ear that he needed cock; I smiled at him, pulled the covers from his sweat-soaked, aching body. His brothers and I made love to his sick, weak, aching body. Aaron moaned out in bliss, groaning in his weakness and sickness, but he still managed to hump and pump, bringing us off inside of his feverish body. We made love to him every night from then on. Aaron turned out to be a very talented whore. He not only likes male, he lives it, craves it and is always willing to pleasure it, human or animal. On his first anniversary of becoming my son, we wrote a letter to his parents. At first Aaron assumed we would tell his family he had been killed in combat. He was surprised when we told them the truth, that he had become a faggot whore, and was infected with HIV. How much he loved cock and even having sex with animals. How he knows his choice was right and how liberating. That he was finally free to be the male God made him to be, and how enjoyable sex is without condoms or worrying about AIDS. The letter continues, explaining about his pregnancy and how he has given them their first grandchild. It explained to them how the whole male-to-male HIV-to-HIV pregnancy thing comes about, and how he enjoyed being pregnant. He smiled at me, knowing the tone of the letter was correct. He signed it, and selected a few photographs of his sexual sexual activities to include in the envelope. He chose one depicting his body covered with bloody cum covered sores from his adoption. One where he was on his hands and knees, a a large Doberman pinscher hung up in his cunt. Another showing what I knew to be dog cum running from his stretched-out, gaping pussy. Another showed him him sucking off his brothers and finally one of him drinking piss sprayed fresh from his own cock as he lay on his back, glistening in golden showers. A wicked smile crossed his face as he chose the last picture. He wouldn't let me see it, but wrote on it with a black marker, and then handed it to me with a smile. I take the photo from him and look at it, then at him and then smile and lean over and kiss him. It is a photograph of a load of his cum that we taken a few days before. Written in one corner was the inscription "Your AIDS grandchild, one year old. With love, your grandson."

My boyfriend and I have been together for seven years now and what a change those years have brought. I'm 30 now and still described as a little Puerto Rican muscle boy. I'm five and a half feet tall, and weigh in at 185 pounds, with a 46" chest 32" waist and 17 1/2" biceps and a beer can thick uncut seven inches. A real little fireplug. My BF is ten years older and the total opposite: he is six feet tall, a blond blue eyed German with a lean muscular body and a beautiful cut nine inch dick. When we first met I was a total top but through the years we've somewhat changed (with the help of a few of his buddies), and now I'm almost a total bottom and he's the vers top. We've had an open relationship for about three years now which is what led to us both getting pozzed. It started out with threesomes because the bf really gets off on watching me get fucked (usually safe) and sucking dick and swallowing loads of course. Of late it has also involved bondage with me being hand cuffed or tied up and getting used by one or two guys before my partner took his turn. He rarely gets fucked anymore but will join in and suck dick when he's really turned on, if only to keep the waiting tops hard enough to get a condom on and fuck me. He has let a few guys put a raw dick in me with the understanding that they'll pull out and cum in my mouth. He's been the only one allowed to cum in my ass. This is where the problem started. Our agreement up until last week had been that we only fooled around together or, if I was to do it alone, I would tell him all about it in detail and even take pics or video if I could, and I could NEVER let the guy cum in my ass. Last week the boyfriend was out of town for days and I was horny as hell so I trolled Craigslist for a while until I found what I thought was the perfect match: a black body builder, a total top, six three in height, 250 pounds of muscle with a thick 11 1/2" piece of meat. He specifically stated he couldn't host, and preferred it RAW and nasty. When I responded, he sent me a link to his online profile. Once I saw his pics I was hard and dripping at the thought of worshiping his cock. I send him a few photographs of me. He responded saying he wanted to split open my ass. I sat nervously in the apartment waiting...especially since I've never had a guy over when my boyfriend wasn't there. I just couldn't help myself at the thought of pushing my limits with that gigantic ebony tool. I asked my date beforehand if I could set up the webcam to take video for my boyfriend. He replied he was fine with a webcam, as long as he could wear a leather hood to hide his identity. As far as I was concerned that only made it hotter. I was so excited I was pacing back and forth in the apartment waiting for the downstairs buzzer to ring but the phone rag instead and it was my 'date' asking me to buzz him in and leave the door unlocked. He went further telling me I should go into the bedroom strip naked and kneel at the end of the bed with my eyes closed and wait for him to get into his gear in the other room. Of course I did as I was told. There I was on my knees in my OUR bedroom naked with the webcam on waiting on my knees with my hands behind my back waiting to be cuffed and used by a total stranger. What had I gotten myself into? I heard the bedroom door open then a giant hand grab my arm and put the cuffs on me. A deep rough voice commanded "Open your eyes, boy, and get ready to take a few loads." There he was towering in front of me: the most beautiful black muscle god I had ever seen. He was wearing a leather hood with slits for his eyes and mouth. He was also wearing a black leather jock with a removable pouch. He walk toward me and ripped off the pouch exposing his already growing monster meat and grabbed the back of my head and said "Take it all, NOW, and get me hard with the back of your throat." With that he thrust the huge shaft all the way into my open mouth until I choked and gasped for air. I was being throat-fucked like an episode of gag-the-fag and he just kept pounding away and getting off on me drooling and choking and my eyes tearing up. After five or ten minutes he commented "Damn boy, I'm gonna shoot the first load down your faggot throat and you'd better swallow every drop and and then keep sucking and get ready for the second load in your little muscle butt." Then it suddenly happened....torrents of cum hitting the back of my throat while he pushed in as far as he could go while screaming " swallow every drop bitch " . He told told me to keep my mouth on it so he'd stay hard. After a few minutes he started to go soft so I sucked harder and he told me to ease off as he had to piss. I tried to pull off, but he grabbed the back of my head again and said "Start swallowing, son. You're my new urinal." I had no choice but to swallow it all down. Naturally I did my best not to miss a drop. He never withdrew his cock from my mouth but instead told me to keep sucking "...'cause I'm gonna fuckin' breed your ass soon as I'm rock hard again." That word " breed " had me scared but also rock hard at the same time. Was I so horny and turned on I was gonna let this total stranger cum in my ass? What if he was diseased of even POZ? What could I do? He was now rock hard now and pulled me up off my knees and dragged me onto the bed where he secured me to the bed posts, explaining he wanted me on my back with legs up so he could look into my eyes while he pounded my ass. He was surprisingly gentle for a moment as he stroked my cheek and put two pillows under my ass to prop it into position. Condoms and lube were on the night table so he grabbed the lube and started getting my ass ready with one finger, then two and finally three. Then, when he was hard again, he sat on my chest, positioned himself to fuck my throat, taking a few plunges into my mouth. Already I could taste his thick gooey precum. Then he pulled out and got back down between my legs and with one thrust went balls deep into my pre-lubed ass. It was a good thing it was the middle of the day and none of the neighbors were home to hear my scream. He put his hand over my mouth and told me he was just going to keep his dick right there for a minute or two until I got used to it. When he uncovered my mouth I begged him to pull out and put on a condom. He just laughed and told me those regular size ones would just break anyway. He then started to slowly pull back and go in again not pulling out too far and it was starting to feel great..that huge raw dick in me: that huge raw dick that could be POZ. It was starting to feel great but I was also scared so I finally blurted out "Are you neg or poz?" He kissed me sweetly and whispered in my ear "Yeah, I'm POZ but I won't cum in you unless you want it " I was too shocked to speak as he fucked me deeper. Was it too late already? Had his precum dripping into me already infected me? His rhythm was slow and steady now, a little further out with each thrust and then harder and deeper as he pounded away at my insides. I was so wrapped up in the moment, which combined pleasure, fear and animal lust. I thought I heard the front door open but I wasn't sure as I was focused on the man whose cock was deeper in me than anyone had ever gone before. Then, without warning he removed the mask to reveal a movie star handsome face. As he slowly worked my hole he said "I want you to see who I am and look into my eyes before you decide if you want my DNA inside you for ever." I heard a noise in the doorway and had been right about hearing a key in the lock. There was my boyfriend standing all of six feet distant, wearing nothing but a smile and a fully erect member. He came closer to us and said to me "So what's your answer? Do you want his load or not?" With that he leaned over and kissed the black god who was fucking me on the cheek and said " Hi Sam, how's it going? If my boy answers 'yes', do you think you have another load in you for me? It might as well be all or nothing." Stay tuned.

At the club last night I was drinking and smoking and just horny as fuck. I'd promised myself that for my boyfriend's sake I wouldn't take any more loads till I got on PrEP and I've been great at sticking to that. Until last night. I wandered over to the fucking section of the bar and watched guys go at it for a bit before dropping my pants and setting up shop myself. I took a load and it felt amazing, so freeing. So I decided what the hell and took four more just leaning over there. They're still dripping out my ass right now as I browse BBRT. So much for safety... (Yes, I'll tell my boyfriend.)

horny bttm ....needs a thick raw cock unloading in my ass.now =).

Cleaning out is not foolproof (maybe if you start 48 hours before hand and fast until you get fucked, but I have a life and expect the guys I top to have lives too). The only time I've had shit fountain out of my ass like a geyser, and most if not all of the times I've had that happen to bottoms I was fucking, it was after a good cleaning out. Yeah shit can be distasteful to extremely nasty, so if you know you are going to get fucked make the effort and/or let the the top know and decide if he wants to risk it but if you are going to fuck ass keep in mind it is an unavoidable fact of life. Unless the bottom has had it become an extremely nasty problem the 1st 2 or 3 times you fuck give them the benefit of the doubt and try it again.

Last night got creamed by a regular top buddy with a 10.5 inch cut BBC. Did our usual dark room anon scene. He walked in, lubed up, and rammed the entire fucker into my hole in one thrust. I was screaming and moaning like a fucking whore as he kept pounding away. Few hits of poppers and I got used to it. 20 minutes later, a big thick load shot off in my ass. Fell asleep and pushed out his cum this morning. Happy pig.

Agreeing with ancusp89, Bottomhole, and GermanFucker, these are my comments. Why wait until you're poz before you allow yourself to be a cumpig? Also, why get so involved in the chasing scene, which only lasts until you poz, when you can get into the breeding scene which lasts forever? The "freedom" achieved by being poz keeps coming up. Bottomhole is someone who has not experienced that freedom. It makes sense to find advantages in the experience of being poz. But it does not make sense to use those advantages as a motivation for pozing. It's good that someone who's poz becomes aware of their eating and exercising habits. But wanting to eat better is no reason for wanting to poz. Just eat well. Similarly, just be a slut and you may never poz.

Have been sexually active since jr high/7th grade and while not a chaser per se, was always Poz friendly...I had plenty of anon bareback sex. Most of the time it was status "dont ask dont tell" but if it was disclosed and a guy knew he was Poz I would use a rubber. I would go thru cycles where I would be horned 24/7 and then go weeks/months where I couldnt even get hard no matter how much porn etc I would watch. Then I converted. After the initial shock wore of my sex drive returned full force and have been horned 24/7 for the past 5 years. Crave cum. NO load or cock refused in my fuckhole. But in order of preference 1) Toxic Poz 2) UnDetactable Pos (unPoz). 3) Unknown. 4) Neg Even after being bred and even cumming myself I am back online looking for the next cock/load

This post is the very heart of all topics related to HIV transmission and as such, should be mandatory reading. HIV is real and must be understood. That being said, I believe the value of a site like this is in the information and idea sharing. I strong believe that being judgmental or telling others what to (or not to) do has no place here. This series of posts has some of all of that rolled into the topic. My views: Becoming infected with HIV+ is serious. Health, relationships, mental health, finances and about every other aspect of life is affected. Anyone who converts WILL have to deal with these issues. If you fail to understand the disease it will be difficult to manage the disease and the consequences will be more difficult to endure. Becoming infected with HIV+ is, in my mind, a choice. There are exceptions---but those exceptions are related to those who have no choice in the matter---children born to HIV parents, rapes, blood transfusions. But in all other cases there is an option to prevent the disease from spreading. Some are sever--abstinence for example. Some are unpleasant---use of condoms for example. But each person who passes on the safe option is making a choice that increases the risk. I am an advocate of the concept(s) of personal responsibility, free will and self reliance. Each choice I have made, regardless of outcome, is still my choice. The better informed I am, the better I am able to understand and manage the outcome. Notice I did not say better manage the actual decision/choice. That is still a judgmental call and has no real value because it varies with the experience and biases of the owner of the opinion. Research....Understand...Decide...Accept. Each of those steps is required for every decision and risking HIV+ is a clear example. Failure to own up to those four steps is, in my view, the biggest risk. Absent any of those steps I will make a decision that results in something I am unable or unprepared to deal with. Perhaps then I should be judged as foolish.

Played a lot with a good friend most of last year. He loves bondage but is new to guy sex. So no anal loads from him (he's a bottom) or into him (can't take it yet). But we did swap some oral. Small guy, but he's got a great cock and shoots huge loads. I love swallowing him. But today, for the first time in 2 years, I got fucked! Chatted with a few guys on A4A for a long time. Finally, they just came over. One guy isn't into me (he's my size, but likes men smaller than us) and stayed fully clothed. He just did some kissing of the other guy and lots of nasty talk. The other was naked in a flash and almost in my ass just as fast. It wasn't a long fuck as it was during lunch. But he fit in nice (I was a bit worried given how long it's been for me) and I got a nice load. Went back to work, no undies, and kept his load inside me all afternoon. Felt hot.

Previously… Part of me wanted nothing more than to be lucky-Pierre’d by the two rough bastard friends of Don, with him directing the action, but I’d just had a thorough fucking by Finn and needed a longer break. While my body was on board for more fucking, my brain was over-stimulated. I pulled out of Kyle and Tomasz and got off the bed. “Sorry lads,” I started, “it’s my fucking brain – it’s going at 200 miles a minute here… look, just gimme a bit of a breather and I’ll be the meat in your sandwich I promise!” I looked up. Don and the lads were looking disappointed I could tell, and just, as if on cue, just then the doorbell rang… Right so… I looked over at Richard, who was still shoving Finn’s face into his ass. He had looked up when the doorbell rang and nodded over at me. Acknowledging him, I looked back to the three horned up lads (well – two horned up lads and Don, who had cum a few minutes before, but was already getting semi-hard again). “Perfect timing lads,” I said, holding up a finger, “you’re gonna wanna get dressed and follow me”. Pointing over at Richard, I added “ask him for details”. I looked around myself and saw a pile of clothes that the lads didn’t seem to own. It turned out they were Mac’s and fit me terribly – Mac was a good couple of inches taller than me and according to Pedro, currently asleep on the couch in the living room. But I couldn’t remember where my clothes were – the main bathroom? So, needs must, and I painfully shoved on the jeans over my rigid bloody erection – wait …bloody? I looked down at the dark red on my cock and then over at Kyle. Motioning him over as I got Mac’s oversized grey-striped woollen jumper on (yeah real school-teacher-chic) I said to him, “dude – there’s fucking blood all over my cock!” His response was (for me at the time) so bizarrely super-chill. “Ah yeah mate, Don said he nicked my hole while fisting me, I’ll go clean up again so” and he tottered off to the en-suite. Tilting my head in amazement, looking at the retreating form of the happy-go-lucky lad who just discovered his ass was torn up in a bareback sex-party, I blinked, shook my head a bit and then slipped on Mac’s giant slip-ons and scrambled out to the hall just as the doorbell went again. Opening the door I looked out to see brightness streaming in from the hall windows, and silhouetted against this was a lad of maybe 19/20, holding a bag, in trendy blue shirt and chinos. Fucking chinos! I shielded my eyes to get a better look at him. Floppy blonde hair, still a bit wet it seemed – he must have showered recently – good! – pretty blue eyes, tan skin and cheekbones that’d make Andrew jealous. “You GP20somthin?” I asked. He nodded a bit timidly. “Get in here boy!” I barked as I grabbed him by his Tommy fucking Hilfiger shirt. Ok at this point I should mention I immediately got into role. I once before acted out a rape fantasy for a guy, whose only complaint was that we had chatted for too long and I even got through a whole cup of tea before getting into my role. It made it less believable for him. Fair enough. This time I was ready. Closing the door, I looked the lad up and down. Skinny, pretty twink college boy. I was only a couple of years older than him, but at his age I hadn’t ever been to a sex party, I was still all hung up on relationships and one-on-one sex and all that shit. It took me a few years to find my (sleazy) feet. Still, I guess this kid was an early learner. I probably looked older with Mac’s horrible clothes on me too. The kid’s body language was completely submissive. Right so… “You got a safe word?” He shook his head, looking down at the floor. “You sure? Cause we’re gonna do what we like otherwise” He nodded. “You got a name?” He shook his head again “I’ll call you gimp then” (Pulp Fiction was still a relevant pop culture reference at the time) “What’s in the bag?” I snapped. No response. I yanked the bag from his grip. I unzipped it and emptied it on the floor. In it was a change of clothes, a small buttplug, two lengths of rope, lube and condoms. “On your knees boy” He knelt down and started to stroke my cock through the jeans. I smacked his hand away. I grabbed his still-damp hair and pulled his head back to look at me. “Did I tell you to do that, gimp?” He shook his head. I heard movement and looked out to see JP and Pedro looking out from the bathroom door, and Tomasz looking from the spare-bedroom door, vest and underwear on again. I saw the twink take in the onlookers. “Oy! Gimp” He looked back up. “Eyes on me!” I spat in his face. He grimaced and backed away. I gripped his blond hair tighter. “Hey what the fuck do you think you’re doing gimp?” I bent over and shoved his head down to my shoes – Mac’s battered pair of black leather slip-ons. Looking at Pedro, I raised my voice so the bathroom crowd could hear me to get up to date with what was going on. “You think you can flirt with us online, saying you’ve a fucking rape fantasy, and then back away when I start spitting on you?” I shoved his face into my shoes. “I don’t fucking think so” Mushing his face into my shoes, I whispered in his ear “lick my fucking shoes, you little bitch!” The boy started to lick the left shoe, little dabs at first – I tightened my grip painfully and shouted “get into it boy! Polish my fucking loafers” He whimpered – the first noise out of him – and then started tonguing my shoes proper. When he had lathered the grimy shoes completely, I turned his head to the clutter on the floor. I’d thought of a witty quip for him and the lads, and was bursting to say it. “Gimp, I’m gonna be plain with you. You can only pick up one of those things off the floor for us to use” His hand went slowly toward the condoms. I raised my foot over his hand and looked at him. I was reasonably sure he knew that we were fucking bareback at the party… reasonably sure… Oh yeah – didn’t he have “no safe sex” listed on his profile or some shit? He pulled his hand back and went toward the lube. I moved my foot to hover over his hand again. Rapists don’t stop to ask if you need lube for fuck’s sake. He pulled it back. He slowly moved his hand over the buttplug, I kicked it further down the hall. “Try again gimp!” I barked, shaking his head with my fistful of hair. He tentatively moved his hand to the lengths of rope. “Good boy” I rumbled, and straightened up, pulling him up with me. I turned to push him past me down the hall to the main bedroom. As we passed Pedro, I made eye contact and pointed to the kid and the main bedroom. Pedro nodded and smiled. At this point I should mention, while I’m all for role-playing, (love it – from D&D to hardcore fantasies) I should also add that I’m not that into the really heavy BDSM. I love a good spanking, and bondage can be fun, but I don’t like actually hurting people, but I thought I’d try out my own boundaries with this kid, and fuck it, it was a new hole and cock. The kid walked into the master bedroom ahead of me. The sheets were still wet from the Ketamine orgy earlier. He sniffed a little and looked around at the stains on the sheets, the drawn Venetian blinds, the piles of clothes in the corner, the bottles of poppers and lube on both side-dressers, taking it all in. The room reeked of cum and poppers. I noticed him looking at some powder left on one of the dressers – the remainder of someone’s line. “You noticed the coke I see. Maybe if you’re a good boy, we’ll let you get a little fucked up, would you like that gimp?” The boy shook his head, eyes wide. I couldn’t remember whether we’d discussed drugs with him or not? Don, Pedro and Tomasz filed into the room. Pedro had put on leather shorts and black boots now and Don was in his biker leather pants and leather jacket. I walked up to the kid. He was looking fearfully around the room. “You ready to get fucked Gimp-boy?” I shoved him back onto the bed. He dropped the rope and scooted up the bed away from me, looking at the lads, the bedroom door, the windows – checking his exits. I slipped off my damp shoes and looked back at the lads, “Alright boys, will we grab im??” We all rushed the bed. Tomasz went for the right side, Don and Pedro for the front, and I went around to the left. The kid started struggling as soon as we grabbed him. I picked up a length of rope and while the lads held him down I managed to tie his right arm to the left support of the headboard. This had him on his back and he was squirming like fuck to get out of this position, much more so than a few moments before, I gave him some slack and he twisted over to grab at the rope with his left arm. Ok. I saw what he was getting at. Didn’t want to get fucked on his back for some reason. There are ways a passive can subtly shape a rape fantasy I guess. I “grabbed” his arm and tied his left arm to the support-post as well as the other guys turned him onto his stomach. Going down to his legs I grabbed the other length of rope and looped it under the bed – it was long enough – kid knew his stuff – and tied both of his legs apart. The lads relaxed and pulled off of him. I then realised the kid was still wearing clothes – shite! – how do we get these past the ropes? I asked Pedro if he had a scissors, and the kid started to say something. I went up to him and whispered in his ear, “last chance for a safe word kid”, The kid glared at me and said nothing. At this point I was getting a bit worried the kid was deaf or something, but fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. Pedro came back and passed me a scissors and two pills (good thinking Pedro!) and whispered in my ear “no fucking cutting the kid, chico. I whispered back “papi – do you wanna take over, this shit seems pretty hardcore to me”. He smiled and shook his head and replied “Nah chico, you’re doing great, keep it going”. He pulled me in for a deep sloppy kiss. “You even taste filthy”, he grunted in approval. Encouraged by this, I turned back to the kid, making eye contact with Don. He and Tomasz were standing in front of the kid’s face on the left side of the bed. I’m guessing Czech-Polish diplomatic relations were pretty good. The drug-dealer was currently licking the side of Tomasz’s neck and had his hands in the Pole’s underwear, jacking him hard again inches from the kid’s upturned face. “Gimp!” The kid turned his head back as much as he could to look at me. “You’re gonna answer me now or I’ll get Don there to beat the living shit out of ya. I aint getting in trouble for your pathetic Daddy-didn’t-love-me fantasy shite – so your safe-word is fucking Red. Do you understand?” We waited. Nothing from the kid… then eventually a meek little “yes” – though it sounded more like “yars”. The state of the kid’s diction! – someone paid good money for this kid’s “Queen’s English”. This kid probably was just out of some boarding school. Probably explains the rape fetish actually… I seized the opportunity and clambered up on the bed between his splayed legs. “Oh Yars? Yars is it milord? Are you a lil fucking toff lad coming up to Glasgow to fucking slum it with us? You think you’re fucking better than us?” I grabbed his chino’s and he started squirming. I motioned for the lads to pile on him again. “You know what we do to little prig-nose snobs like you here don’t ya?” I grabbed a loose fold of his chinos and trying to balance being careful with being forceful, I started to cut out a hole in the arse of his chinos. The kid started fucking going mental then as I slowly exposed his arse. Through the growing hole I could see he was wearing a faded white jockstrap. I felt around the front of it - he was tenting with a leaking 7” cock– it took all my concentration not to nick him as I finished exposing his tan quivering arse to the world. I put the scissors to the side and slapped his ass stingingly. “Would ya fucking stop squirming kid” I followed this with five more solid whacks – each leaving handprints – I eventually stopped cause my hand was stinging. I noticed his now-red ass cheeks had fuckloads of white stretch marks. I spat on my finger and started to search for his hole, but it was made difficult by his constant bucking and thrashing that the guys were having trouble containing. When I eventually got to his hole I noticed that the hole was loose and leathery – even though he was straining to keep it closed against me – shit was damaged! The boy had seen some serious use. He managed to twist my finger awkwardly as I dipped it in his hot dry hole. Fuck this shit! I held my finger in my other hand – just a minor strain. I had not fucking signed up to get an injury from some poncy toff’s rape fantasy! Fuming, I moved up to the kid’s head and pulled off the horrible grey jumper. With my sore hand I grabbed a fistful of his hair again and pulled his head back to look up at me. Looking straight in his eyes I slapped the fucker straight across the face and then backhanded him – two stinging whacks, powered by my rage. I spat in his red, screwed-up face. “You fucking like that? Ya little fuck! Your arse is ours now gimp, and no amount of squirming is gonna stop us taking it! Ok?” I made his head nod for me. Then with one hand I unbuttoned the ill-fitting jeans, “so here’s your next choice kid”, I pulled down the zip of Mac’s jeans and fished my cock out. I saw the kid’s eyes widen at the sight and smell of the filthy blood-covered cock. I pulled his head right up to it to get a good smell. My cock was fucking hard! I guess I was getting off more on this than I thought. “You can either stay still, and let the cleaner boys here fuck you, or I can give it a go without showering first? What’s it gonna be?” I rubbed my cock against his cheek. The kid stiffened and then quietened down. I backed off, and saw that Tomasz was positioning himself behind the kid. I quipped “his arse is all yours dude!” and then headed up to the boy again. Taking the two pills out I said to him “I dunno if you do drugs, but they’re gonna definitely help you escape the…” At this point Tomasz rammed his just spit-lubed cock into the Gimp-boy’s ass – “FOCK!” the kid screamed. I grabbed his chin with my hand and said – “do you want the neighbour’s to call the fucking police ya little shit?” I pinched my gripping hand painfully into his cheeks – keeping his mouth open. With my other hand I shoved the pills into his mouth. He immediately tried to spit them out, but I had slammed my hand around his mouth. I whispered in his ear “look left if you want to say “red” and want me to stop”. He quickly closed his eyes and just bucked into my gagging hand. “You can leave them dissolve in your mouth, but they’re bitter as fuck aren’t they? I’d swallow if I were you” Tomasz was holding onto the remaining waistband of the chinos and using it to get a good pace fucking this kid though his clothes. The kid was whimpering into my hand, his high-pitched “ungh”s escaping through his nose with each thrust from the Pole. If I pulled my hand back he’d be screaming the house down. I looked at Don and Pedro who had both pulled out their cocks and were jacking them while watching. I nodded at Pedro. “You got some House music or something to drown out this little bitch? His grunts sped up with Tomasz – little jets of hot air and mucus blasting from his nose against my clamped hand. Don fished out a very fancy looking ipad from his biker jacket (well he was a dealer- so I wasn’t too surprised) and Pedro connected it up to his sound system. A steady snare drum started coming out from the speakers – I whipped my head around cause I knew that tune!? Oh fuck it was Nine Inch Nail’s “Closer”! – a perfect “fucking” tune if ever there was one! Don walked over to me with his cock in his hand, jacking in time with the music. I pulled the kid up by his hair to look at me and spat in his face. “Listen up gimp, you’re gonna suck my mate’s cock, and if you scream or bite or struggle or gag, he’ll knock your fuckin teeth out!” The kid’s eye’s widened at this. I turned to show him my red arse, “See this arse! That’s cause of him” I saw the kid take in the several handmarks on my arse and the beginning of purple bruising. I think I saw a glint of desire in that look - fucking BDSM freaks… I was not looking forward to sitting on a haemorrhoid cushion for the rest of the week once the chems wore off. This kid looked like he couldn’t wait. I dropped my grip on him and guided Don’s tattooed cock to my clamped hand. Letting go of his mouth, I shoved the cock between his full pretty lips. Don hadn’t washed his cock since Richard, so the kid resisted a little at first and then dutifully took the cock, cleaning a stranger’s ass juice and lube from the Czech’s 7” tool. I put back on Mac’s jeans and grabbed his shoes and jumper. I then checked back with Don to make sure the kid wouldn’t go mental or spit out the pills, and patted Don on the shoulders. “All yours bud, go wild” and I headed off to the bathroom. As I left the bedroom I walked into the hall almost straight into Richard and Finn who were listening just outside. Finn smiled and said, “nice performace Stuart, Richard was telling me all about the lad”. I replied, “well he’s all yours for the moment. Run a train on him if you like, I’ve gotta have a shower” and turned to the bathroom. Richard and Finn slipped in to the master bedroom, music blaring as they opened the door – Trent Reznor singing “I wanna fuck you like an animal”. My last view was of Pedro walking over to Don to get blown. Meanwhile Don was slapping his cock off the kids face before shoving it back in and all the while Tomasz was pounding away at the bound fucker’s hole, with the lads filing in to wait behind him. Good times!

1. Be honest, some may not want to fuck around with you, but you don't want to end up on the wrong side of the law and in jail. it can suck, but I still get plenty of ass as a poz man. Most hookup sights now have an option to list your status, though some may not look at it, it is there. 2. you never know when a romance will occur, it can come from a hook-up who wants to be more than a fuck buddy. my current boyfriend started off as a trick, and we are now doing all kinds of things together not just in the bedroom. I am on Match, but have not had much luck on there. the big thing, like Snaketat said, is to take care of yourself. Take your meds regularly, eat healthy, exercise and you can live a long happy life.

You are truly a fantastic writer 1981Virginia, looking forward to their night of debauchery.

I am a proud to be a public-service cumdump. It's an honor to provide a warm, wet hole for very horny man to unload in.

Im working away and finished early so found a gay bar not far from my hotel. Went in about 4pm there was only me and 2 old guys in the bar but the camp bartender was hot. I sat at the bar flirted with the dumb fucker. Not into camp guys but he was fit and stupid enough to take my load. The 2 old guys left so i stepped up my flirting he loved it and flirted back. After a few more drinks i asked what time he finished work. He ask why so i said "every time you bend over to stock the fridge all i can think of is jumping over the bar ripping off your trousers and slipping my cock into you". He froze went red and said nothing for about 30 seconds. He then said "I'm getting serious with a guy i have been dating" i said so I'm not asking you on a date i just want you to come to my hotel and let me fuck that great arse. He said he finished at 6pm i gave him my number and hotel address and room number and left.At 6:15 i got a text and he was at the hotel by 6;45. I stripped him pushed him onto the bed and buried my face in his cunt. He was surprisingly tight and he was really submissive and moaned like a bitch. I turned myself and started fucking his mouth as i rimmed him as deep as i could making him quiver. He was at the point i knew he would do anything i wanted. i turned him around and rubbed the tip of my cock on his hole he asked if i would wear a rubber i said yeah in five but just want to play with his hole first. Teasing and slipping in a bit at a time he pushed back to meet my thrust every time. Few seconds later i was bollock deep and he was loving it. I started pounding him and he loved at this point i ask if he had a condom as i didn't have any. I slowed my fucking but kept fucking deep. I said should i stop so he said no just don't cum. After about 20 min of pounding the dumb cunt i flipped him on his front fucked him as hard as i could until he was so loud he buried his face in the pillow. Thats when i gave him one hard thrust and unloaded a two day load into his wrecked cunt. I slipped out of that great arse and stood up. He rolled over looking nicely wrecked and said i told you not to cum. I said i could not help myself and said don't worry I'm recently tested. He didn't ask what then test was for but if it had been a test for HIV it would have been positive.

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.

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

Chapter II. My boy had a huge grin on his face, as sweat poured down his chest, and cum seeped out of his freshly-fucked ass. A few guys dancing around us had just seen me guide a stranger’s cock into my boy’s hole, but it didn’t seem to phase them. Then, George reappeared, this time with a recognizable porn star, who shall remain nameless, in a sexy mesh singlet with the front cutdown to his pubes. This guy used to do safe-only porn, and had only recently started barebacking on camera after he came out as POZ. I had seen twinks line up on screen to take his massive thick cock, and his load. I suspected that many of those twinks on camera were on PrEP, but my boy certainly wasn’t. Even though the last guy to fuck my boy was sexy, he didn’t attract the attention that this POZ porn guy did. Heads turned as George introduced him to my boy. People, strangers, watched as this stud spun my boy around and spread his cheeks wide. The porn stud seems pleased that my boy was already leaking cum. He dove in and started lapping Sam’s seed out of my boy’s hole. A circle of maybe ten guys formed around this star going to town on my boy’s ass. My boy reached around and spread his cheeks wide. “Does this boy belong to anyone here?” He asked to the circle of guys. I nodded and George put his arm around me, smiling. “You gonna let me fuck him?” My boy looked at me with pleading eyes. How could I not nod. “When I fuck, I breed. Pulling out is for pussies.” I just nodded again. This porn god stood up, and bent my boy over so he was grabbing his own ankles. He pulled his singlet low enough to fish out his hefty cock and slapped it against my boy’s ass. He looked right at me. “Get me hard.” I knelt down and took that hefty dick into my mouth. It was the first time I had knowingly sucked POZ cock, and I knew, as he started dripping precum, I was swallowing it. When he was satisfied, he had me hold my boy’s ass cheeks spread wide so he could barefuck my boy. The crowd grew as this guy pumped into my boy. The porn star picked my boy up off the floor, his bare POZ dick still in him, and led him to the sofa. He laid my boy on his back and started pile driving into that ass. Some hunk at the edge of the sofa fished out his dick and offered it to my boy to blow. My boy gobbled that stranger’s cock as this porn star pounded his hole. The stranger was so turned on that he shot his cum in my boy’s mouth. My boy couldn’t gulp it down fast enough, and his face and hair were soon smeared with seed. The porn star loved this and wiped a big glob onto his hand and then dripped it onto his cock as is pistoned in and out of my boy’s pussy. That was the second guy’s cum up his hole, and the crowd applauded. The porn star withdrew and knocked my boy off of the sofa, with his shoulders on the floor, and ass at seat level. He then stabbed his dick back into my boy and kept fucking him. With his hole exposed to the room, another brave horny stranger approached. He jerked his dick right onto my boy’s hole, plugged with thick POZ porn star cock. “Help keep his hole wet,” someone shouted, and the stranger started cumming. The porn star pulled out just as volley after volley of cum went shooting right into my boy’s gaping ass. Load #3 was fucked in by the porn star’s cock. Three guys followed suit, all cumming on my boy’s ass and letting the porn star work that load deep. Load #6 got the porn star so hot that he plunged his dick all the way into my boy’s guts and left it there as he pumped his seed. A round of applause went up around us and the porn star stood up and bowed politely. The music stopped as our host, the infamous Brad appeared. “You guys had an orgy, and didn’t invite the host? Who invited these boys?” George raised his hand. “You breed him?” “Yes, sir.” “How many loads he have in him so far?” My boy, still upside down on the floor shook his head. He didn’t know how many loads were being absorbed into his guts. I’d been keeping tabs, so I spoke up. “Seven, so far.” ‘You two together?” I nodded. “You let this happen to your boy?” I nodded again. “I knew I liked you. Let’s kick things up a notch!” To be continued…

Tony Growing up was tough. Mom kicked Dad out of the house when I was just four and a half, mainly because he couldn’t keep his cock in his trousers. He was always chasing tail and getting caught. My sister, Amy, took it hard when he was forced to leave. She was, after all, daddy's little girl. I guess Mom wanted to keep her from becoming daddy's little conquest or slut. To say Mom hated men or didn’t trust them was a understatement, and as I got older it became more evident she didn’t really care for or trust me, but as or trusted me, but Amy was there to act as a buffer between Mom and me. I loved my sister for being there for me when mom would go on her weird tangents. I turned to sports and became the guy that all the girls wanted for their boyfriend, but I also noticed the guys drooling over me and wanted to return the attention, but feared I would be harassed for it, so I stuck to my fantasies and went through a lot of Kleenex. A lot changed though when I was about 17. Amy started seeing a hot jock type guy she had met in a PE class over at the JC. They 'dated' for about nine months, during which he took Amy to an out-of-town wedding, only to break it off with Amy about a month later, telling her it wasn’t working for him. That’s what she said he had told her, but I knew it was because he was gay. I was just past my 18th birthday when I confronted him, well more like seduced him to jack off with me. Then a couple dates later I got him to suck me off, and towards the end I was trading blow jobs with him. I was hooked on the taste of cum and couldn’t get enough of his sweet nectar. I just wish I could have been the one he took to an out-of-town family wedding, instead of Amy. I figured she had done something to piss him off. About 8 months later Jeremy came into this world. I loved my little nephew, especially knowing who was his father. I helped raise the little tyke and always offered my baby sitting services even after I had gotten drunk and accidentally knocked up a sorority girl at a frat party. Mom told me I had to marry her since she wasn’t having two illegitimate grand-babies. That was almost 18 years ago. I brought up my boy as well as Jeremy and his other two cousins who somehow managed to appear after I would go out and get some dick and man cunt. My little side affairs caused fights with my wife. She never knew I was into guys, but rather assumed I was after one or another floozy who hung out at the local bar, and with whom, my wife thought I would have sex while in a drunken stupor. Well Tom, Hank and Mario were born about two years apart. Jeremy was only five when Tom hit the world screaming, seven, when Hank was born, and nine when Mario made his debut. So Jeremy was old enough to provide light babysitting duty with Mario. I had a job supervising landscaping crews out on the road so sometimes I wasn’t always around but I could count on my nephew to help out my wife, when I was gone, then Amy started getting sick and she needed Jeremy around the house more, it was a good thing we lived in the same neighborhood so I could watch over her the way she had done for me. Jeremy hit junior high and high school a total hunky Jock and I felt bad because I would find myself thinking about him the way I thought about his dad. I knew Jeremy was like his dad and even took him to a gay 18 and over club the day after his 18th birthday, he was so excited, he ended up creaming his pants when this hot 20yo hunk started feeling him up while kissing him. He went off to college but would keep in touch, even calling to give my boys pep talks about staying the course and getting into good colleges and stuff. Then he called me this morning and told me he had found his daddy. I thought at first he had found an older man who he connected with then he explained to me his neighbor that he met, and had coffee with turned out to be his biological dad. I thought life comes full circle, I was already coming up to visit my nephew for the evening when he told me Matt had planned on cooking dinner and Steven, Jeremy’s roommate would be in attendance as well. I always enjoyed hanging with my nephew and his hunky roommate, although Steven had been absent on the last couple of trips up. I picked Jeremy up from work after spending time with Steven at the mall and we drove back to their apartment. Jeremy wanted to freshen up a bit then we walked over to Matt’s apartment. Matt greeted us at the door and invited us in, after Jeremy made quick introductions and rushed into the kitchen to get everyone beverages. The tension was thick as we began with small talk but we all soon eased up especially after the first couple of drinks, dinner was put out on the stove and we all prepared a plate and sat down to eat. Pleasant dinner conversation continued on and stories were exchanged back and forth until Jeremy noticing the time called it a night, Steven and Jeremy started out the door and I was about to follow after asking if I could crash on their sofa, to avoid the long drive home and feeling a little dizzy from the many drinks we had consumed. Matt suggested I use his Spare room saying his day bed was much more comfortable, I accepted the invite and hugged my nephew goodnight as well as Steven. Matt showed me the bedroom and the bath and bid me goodnight as well. I lay there naked on the day bed fantasying about Matt in the other room before I finally got up the courage and walked quietly down the hall, seeing Matt covered in just a light blanket, l lifted the blanket and slid in next to him spooning him and my hardening cock wiggling up between his cheeks. “I thought you were married?” “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her” Matt chuckled, as he pressed his ass back into me “Still the same old horny Tony” We cuddled some more then we both nodded off to sleep. I was woken up from a great dream of having sex with Matt around 6:30 then realized it wasn’t all a dream as Matt was gobbling down my cock with three fingers up my ass working their way inside me. I was in heaven as I felt my hard 9 incher hit the back of Matt’s throat, and him trying to slide a fourth finger into my loosening mancunt “Oh you finally woke up now the real fun can begin” He pulled off my cock and removed his hand from my ass and scooted up on the bed embracing me his lips intertwining with mine, his cock sliding into my prepared hole “You know it’s been almost thirteen years since I’ve had a dick up there” I whispered in his ear when our tongues stopped warring in our mouths. He had done such a good job of stretching and loosening me up there was little pain just an overwhelming pleasure of being filled by a large cock as it kept bumping into my prostate causing me to spurt pre jizz from my piss slit. Matt began a gentle fuck of my hole, slowly speeding up till he was pounding me fast, then he stopped suddenly thrusting as deep as he could go. I could actually feel the pulsing on both ends of his cock, the tip jerking and spraying his seed into me and the pulsating of his root as the jism was pumped up the shaft. He collapsed on top of me and held me, his cock still hard in my rectum my sphincter gripping and pulsating him as I shoot my load on the sheets, my chest, my face, the wall behind us, my cum was flying everywhere. His cock shrunk in size and slipped from my hole finally releasing me from his tight grip “Guess we need a shower now, so I can send you back to your wife” I chuckled and agreed, we both got up and Matt went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, then came back for me. Kissing me passionately but gently he escorted me to the awaiting flow of water and then climbed in behind me. I allowed the water to cascade down over my body as he grabbed a loofa and gently started washing my chest and back , then moved down to my hardening again cock. His was semi hard again too, we both just laughed and I thought how perfect for my fantasy man to be bathing me like this. After he had finished rinsing us off he turned off the water and grabbed us some fresh towels to dry off. “So after we get dressed you want to head over to school and surprise Jeremy by eating at the cafeteria, I know they used to have some kick ass Sunday brunches.” Matt inquired, I was up for it and I always was in the mod to see my hunky nephew even if he was at work. We rode over in my car and did indeed surprise Jeremy and he actually took his break with us and snacked on Matt’s plate. After brunch I dropped Matt off at his place and headed home to the wife and kids. My life was not going to be the same now that Matt had entered it again.

Matt We had a fun night with Sam and even though we each had about 6 hours sleep it wasn’t continuous, so when I dropped Sam off across town he looked exhausted. Now it was time for me to go home and catch a nap Jeremy had to work the evening shift again at A&F and I wanted to be rested up, he was coming over my apartment when he got off so I also wanted to some cleaning. I’m not really a slob or anything but I can get lazy when there’s no one coming over and it’s just for me, I let things lie where they fall, I noticed Jeremy also had some stuff that he had obviously shuffled to the side so I could visit, you know pizza boxes, dirty dishes, clothes and the sort. So when I got home I grabbed a large trash bag from under the sink and started collecting what looked like stuff from the last party, but it was just an accumulation of thrash I had been too lazy to pick up. After picking up the trash, then the dirty clothes which had gotten strewn about I put together a load or two of laundry and wheeled it over to the laundry room, I might add I had thrown on a clean pair of sweats and a muscle shirt, as I intended to do a light workout while waiting for the wash cycle. I tossed the trash bag in the dumpster on the way over and then proceeded to load the washers, damn I ended up with three full loads, I waited till I was sure they were agitating then entered the workout room, the equipment wasn’t anything like my gym had but it was adequate for today’s needs. I stepped up on the elliptical and started a cardio set. I was just finishing up on the elliptical when to hunky back boys came in, I had seen them around the complex but never really paid them much mind. They were both very buffed and mid-twenties, and you could tell they were both packing nice sized cocks, I always had a thing for large black cock, makes me drool a bit and not from the mouth, if you know what I mean. I had started doing squats and they started in on the bench press spotting each other, noticed the thinner one starting to show some growth as they both seemed to studying me, I moved over to do some barbell curls as my member was beginning to fill out as well, by the time we had each completed a couple exercises there was three hard cocks pitching tents “Hey dude how’s it going” the larger buffed guy said “Looks like you’re ready to do some heavy lifting you need a spot” The thinner, shorter one added in as they motioned for me to lie down on the weight bench, which I did. The larger one stood at the top where I took the bench press bar in my hands my head on the bench just below his crotch which I had an excellent view he was commando in his loose fitting basketball shorts. I started to lift the bar up, it was close to my maximum weight so I struggled a bit, so he squatted a little to help me lift it in doing so his cock dangled inches from my mouth “I’m Eli, and this here is Jess you game for some action?” He asked as I placed the bar back in the stirrups, lifting his shorts leg up and allowing his floppy hard cock to fall onto my lips, I opened my mouth and let the drop of precum hit my tongue as my lips encircled the bulbulous head, jess had gone to the doorway to play lookout as I slowly let Eli slide his large cock into my mouth. He was leaking a lot of precum and I soon had almost half of his 12 cut inches sliding into my throat. “Damn boy you’re a good cocksucker for a white boy” “Someone’s coming” Jess piped in as Eli pulled his cock from my mouth and I sat up on the bench, making my own hard-on less noticeable from the casual person walking by. “Want to go back to our place for a bit? We’re just on the other side of the driveway” “Sure but I need to throw my clothes in the dryer first” “Kewl, were in 36 upstairs, see you soon” I hurriedly changed my clothes from the washers to the driers and headed across the drive, took the steps two at a time and was about to knock when the door flew open and I was pulled inside by jess. “Don’t want our nosey neighbors getting any ideas” I laughed as Eli shoved his tongue in my mouth and began roughly kissing me, Jess had my sweats pulled down and was attempting to get me to lift my legs so he could remove them, Eli wrapped his arms around me and picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, well not quite a bed room but more a playroom as they had a sling, fuck bench and a St. Andrews cross set up. He set me down on the fuck bench and lifted my legs, diving into my ass with that magnificent tongue. Jess began to feed me his 12+ inches of thick cock, he too leaked gobs of precum on my tongue, I was at once in pig heaven, I was so concentrated on the waves of pleasure they were giving me that I hadn’t noticed that Eli had replaced his tongue and fingers in my hole with the head of his cock, Jess was holding a brown bottle under my nose and as I breathed in deeply my head began to glow and I was in a stupor “pssst” a cloth was held over my mouth and nose and I began to spin into a higher plain of popper bliss. As the high began to settle and my senses returned I found myself impaled on Eli’s thick cock as he was pumping in and out of what only could be my wrecked rectum. “Oh fuck yeah that big black cock feels so good inside me” “You like that white boy, you like your big black son fucking you white daddy ass?” “Oh fuck yes fuck your daddy, give daddy your hot black cream” “Not quite yet, your boys are going to take turns fucking your hot ass” With that he pulled out and Jess moved in and shoved his cock in, it was longer than but not quite as thick as Eli, who had moved around and was shoving his cock into my mouth and down my throat making me gag a little. I could taste his precum and my ass juices with a little bit of blood. He offered up some more poppers and as they hit I could feel Jess push deep into my ass past the second ring then he started pumping faster each time probing for deeper depths. Jess pushed in deep and held it there, I could feel it pulsing on my second ring blasting his cream deeper than any cum had been pumped into me. “Oh fucking hell, you got a sweet cunt daddy, filling you up with my gifts” He pumped in and out for another five minutes and then pushed in again and unloaded a second round of cream, this time long dicking my ass spreading his seed throughout my rectal walls. Then he finally pulled out my ass was a sloppy mess as Eli the pushed back into me and pounded my hole for another 15 minutes then exploded in my guts pounded some more then blasted another volley into my hole They let me up and each kissed me, I could feel cum dripping from my wrecked hole, this would be interesting to explain to Jeremy. Eli left the room as Jess licked and slurped around my sphincter, Eli came back in with a warm moist towel and my sweats, and he wiped off my ass and held the soothing cloth up to my hole then helped me back into my sweats “guess it’s time to get your clothes out of the drier, by the way hot ass, when you’re ready for more let us know, we have some friends who can help you become a brother in the brotherhood” I left their place and retrieved my clothes from the driers, pondering what Eli had said, he used words I often read on BZ and wondered, oh enough pondering, and I had work to do. I returned to my apartment and folded the clothes I had just washed and hung up my shirts, after putting them away I did the dishes and decided it was time for lunch, it was just past 1:30, Jeremy would be here around 8, I looked around the place was looking almost presentable, as my lunch was cooking in the oven I dusted then vacuumed. I transferred the food onto a plate and grabbed the envelope the lottery lady gave me along with a pen and pad of paper and headed to the bedroom, switched on the Television and settled on my bed sitting and eating my lunch, I browsed through the helpful hints on the first page of the literature, one of the thing it suggested was to get a lawyer on retainer so as to avoid if possible any legal problems and to review ant contracts I might enter into, it also suggested that a lawyer would be able to help set up wills and trust. It had a list of lawyers throughout the state organized by county and metropolitan areas. I looked through the list then grabbed my laptop and turned it on. I opened my browser and searched for rainbow pages, got the link then opened their page the searched for “lawyer” A short page of entries appeared and I cross checked the ones on the lottery list and found two which matched, I e-mailed them both asking for a consultation with both. I read on through the helpful hints and then got bored. I texted Jeremy and asked him what he might want for dinner, I was determined to work my culinary charms on my son, sounded kinky but then again we both were. I browsed through my BBRT and BZ then A4A and a couple other sites, realizing I got loaded (knocked up) but I never came myself, now the dilemma do I jerk off or just edge saving myself for my boy. I decide I’d just edge the seat of my sweats were getting damp so I reached in my drawer and pulled out a medium plug and slid it into my bottom stopping any more cum from seeping out. Went back to BZ and pulled up “where did you receive your last load and once again found my little slutty son had posted of his exploits. I edged reading his account of how we seduced Sam and then plowed his virgin ass, I was hard reading and remembering the evening’s events reflecting back on us breeding our new friend, I edged pretty close then felt my ass spasm around the plug, I gushed precum on my cock, so it was time to stop if I was to save it up for my son. I looked over at the clock and it was already 4 o’clock and I was still hot, sweaty and ripe, I decided to hit the shower, washing last nights and this morning’s sex from my body, I removed the plug and without thinking placed it to my lips, my tongue snaked out and licked the cum and ass juices from the device before I thrust it into my mouth and cleaned it off it was tangy and had small red streaks on it but it tasted sweet with a hint of acrid saltiness. I rinsed it off and set it aside while washing my hair and body with a masculine scented soap. I climbed out of the shower and scratched the cat on the head before she ran off to do what cats do. I dressed and then headed out to the store, I needed supplies to cook Jeremy’s dinner. While out I received a Text from him saying he had a ride home and would it be possible for one or two more guest at dinner, he had a surprise for me. I texted back sure, then I gathered up more supplies to prepare. I got home and did some basic prep then set the table for four, it felt weird preparing for guest I rarely did it and even rarer when there wasn’t sex involved. I watched some dumb movie to pass the time then went back to the kitchen and finished up the meal it was just before 7 and I placed everything on warm to hold it till Jeremy and his special guest appeared. At about 7:30 a quick but quiet knock on the door. I got up and answered the door, there stood Jeremy, a Norse god and a older fellow of about 40ish. It took me a moment to realize it was Tony, Jeremy’s Uncle, I still had no clue who the Norse god was but I was still in a state of shock from seeing Tony. “hey Matt, not sure if you remember him but this is my Uncle Tony and my roommate Steven” I invited them in and gestured to my sofa, I took the recliner and Jeremy sensing my shock went to the kitchen searching through the cabinets for glasses and then poured us all some drinks. We started talking while he was in the kitchen “Tony it is good to see you again” “Ah the prodigal Dad resurfaces” Oh shit is he pissed still about me dumping his sister “Um, Tony, um, I’m sorry about your sister, I had no clue she was pregnant when I left her” “Shit dude I wasn’t pissed at you for leaving my Amy preggers, I was sad I thought I’d never see you again” “What? I don’t get it” “Dude we had some good times shooting the shit and stuff, not to mention our marathon sessions of tossing the ball around, while you waited for Amy” We did have lots of fun passing time, while I seemed to always be waiting on Amy, I was no Joe Namath or anything but I did have a pretty decent passing arm too. “I don’t know how Amy ever got to work or school on time because she was always running late on everything else” I suddenly realized we had been leaving Steven out of the conversation about the time Jeremy re-entered the room, finding a large charger, he used it as a tray, he brought the drinks out to us “So Steven how did you and Jeremy hookup” As soon as it was out of my mouth I knew it was a bad choice of words “Um, actually we were paired up by the Resident hall computer and were assigned to the same dorm room” “Sorry for my bad choice of words, so you have been roommates since freshmen year then” “Yeah and he thought I was straight almost halfway through the year” Jeremy piped in, laughing “I think he finally got the hint around Halloween when he woke to find me swinging on his cock, on one of his rare nights when he didn’t bring some frat boy back to the room to service” “Shut the fuck up, I wasn’t that Slutty” “Oh yes you were” They both broke into hysterical laughter “So Tony what you been up too?” Tony explained he was Married with three sons 13, 15 and 17, the seventeen year old about to turn 18 and would be joining Jeremy at college next semester, and most likely living with him as well, wink, wink, and they lived about an hour away, he whipped out his phone and started showing pictures of his family, lots of pictures of his hot athletic sons shirtless playing around, wrestling and such a couple of his wife. “Well boys dinner is ready if you want to grab a plate I will set it out and you can dig in” With that we each loaded up a plate and took a place at the table, Jeremy sat near me and Tony and Steven took seats on the other side of the table, there was a light banter as we ate Tony shared a little more of his exploits with his Family, Steven filled us in on things Tony and I didn’t know about him, his childhood and his coming out when he was 12 to having to hit the streets when his parents threw him out and ending up in foster care and eventually getting involved in a program called guardian scholars or something which help him get into college and succeed. The hour was getting late and the beers had been flowing all through dinner and Jeremy said he had an early shift at the cafeteria in the morning, Tony asked if he could use their couch to crash on since he didn’t want to chance a DUI and he was beat, I suggested he use my guest room since I knew the day bed in there was a lot more comfortable than Steve and Jeremy’s sofa. I pulled Jeremy into my room and kissed him passionately, having played it cool, not knowing how much he had told his Uncle. He kissed me back and rubbed me through my jeans, getting me rock hard then he led me back to the guys and gave me a peck on the cheek “Night dad, See you tomorrow” as he and Steven went back to their apartment. I showed Tony the guest room and where things were in the bath and I bid him a good night. I retired to my room and undressed and climbed into my bed, reminiscing of how I had spent the last four days with Jeremy, and Sam, as my mind wandered back to the days of waiting for Amy to get ready and the fun that Tony and I would get into, of sucking his cock in the kitchen to jerking each other off, and yes tossing around a football admiring each other’s naked torsos. I was just about asleep when I felt the bed sink over on the other side, then a warm body cuddle next to mine, it was too hairy to be Jeremy and the cock was a bit thicker as it wiggled between my cheeks “Tony what are you doing?” “Making up for lost time” “What about your wife?” “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, will it

I ate dinner out that night with some friends. We went to a modestly priced restaurant and had pleasant conversation, a good meal the returned to our respective places of abode. When I returned home I opened my laptop and checked my e-mail, then thought I’d read a story on BZ and maybe edge my meat before going to sleep. I checked out Bugchasing section and scanned over the offerings the scrolled up to the general forum and checked out the tread “Where did you get (or Give) your last load.” I almost always found good jerk-off/edging material there when I came across a newer poster “New2BB4dad” who had posted a description of his first encounter, which sounded not only hot but incredibly familiar. I checked his profile and, while it was fairly basic, not really giving up much except his BBRT nick name, but I realized it Jeremy. I had never laughed so hard before. I hadn't mentioned to him that I was on Breeding zone nor, of course, that I was a frequent contributor to the bug chasing/gift giving fiction forum. Yet here he was, a new user, (or at least a newly registered user on the site), which somewhat explained his obsession with Poz talk and such. I resolved to follow up with him, perhaps without showing my hand, just to see how twisted this cute twink could be. I pulled up my BBRT account and found a message from him thanking me for the pleasant time we had spent together and asking if I would like to meet up again in the near future. I checked back on his profile on BZ and noticed he had registered that very day so most likely when he got home from school he had hit the website. Not knowing if maybe he was stalking me but something seemed to be bugging me about Jeremy, yes after seeing the photo on his bookshelf I was suspicious and had a lot of questions about him. First and foremost was it fate that brought us together or was I the target of his research of who his dad might be? Secondly was, why he had a photo that should be in his mother’s collection of memories, not sitting on his shelf, thirdly I kept coming back to his question when we were chatting about if I was generous. What did he want from me, granted in my BBRT profile I no longer looked like I did 24 years earlier in the photo? Yes my facial feature were similar but I was no longer a twink, I was closer to a muscle bear and I now sported a goatee and sometime mustache. Just so many questions, not that I didn’t think he was hot, he was, he actually reminded me of Amy’s brother. Amy was the girl I had dated in College and used as an decoy from coming out to my parents and family, she was also the one in the picture whom I posed with, for the portrait sitting. We had broken up maybe 6 weeks after we received the prints, with me telling her “it’s not you it’s me, I’m Gay and it won’t work out”, she never called or talked to me after that conversation and I felt so guilty I don’t think I really wanted to see or talk to her. I edged till I was leaking pre-Jizz pretty heavy but soon drifted off to sleep, the following day I had a couple job interviews scheduled, so I was up early and showered and shaved, dressed in a shirt and tie and headed out. After the first interview I was hopeful that I would soon be employed again then I went into the second one, the interviewer was hot and had my bone stiffening by his body language alone not to mention his special intonation on how he phrased some of the questions, making them sound extra personal. I could tell he as sporting a hard cock beneath his slacks as well, but I played it cool and answered professionally and left with a wet spot on my slacks and a semi hard cock snaking down my leg, as well as a good feeling that I might have landed a second part time retail job. it was coming up on noon when I checked my phone to see a message from Dave D: Dude we need to talk, call me when you can M: Does this have to do with the little test I gave you to perform for me? D: are you free for lunch? M: Yeah at the mall currently want me to meet you at that little burger place near your lab? D: yeah in about 20? M: See ya there I slipped my phone back in my pocket and headed for the car, drove to the burger joint getting there just before Dave, told the host there would be two of us then was seated near the door. Dave walked in about 5 minutes later holding a large envelope, he sat down and pushed the envelope towards me D: Dude you are the last one I’d ever thought you would be needing these services but for you I pushed it through and the computer spat out these results mid-morning. M: so without opening the envelope what was the results? D: well according to computer models you are 98.8 % match so most likely the father of this boy M: oh shit what am I going to do now? D: well tell me about him how’d you find him I told him about how we meet up on BBRT and had coffee then went back to his place where I saw the photo, the one that raised suspicions in my mind and prompted me to get the test, luckily Jeremy hair was long and got caught in the head rest. We finished lunch, then Dave gave me a hug, telling me it will be ok. I never let on that that we had had sex, as kinky as Dave had been in the past I wasn’t sure if this fell in his area of comfort. I drove home with the envelope on the seat next to me, not really knowing what my next move would be. When I arrived I took the envelope inside then thought what the hell it was me who oinked him and he probably had no clue he had been fucked and seeded by the cock who made him, and return had seeded the man who gave him life. I remembered I had seen the envelope in one of my old year books so I went to my bookshelf and pulled out my HS yearbook from my senior year and there it was I pulled out a wallet sized portrait and secured it to the envelope with a paperclip. I went over to Jeremy’s and knocked on the door, no answer, I knocked again, still no answer so I left a brief note asking him to message me when he had a chance. I figured he was in class or at work so I wasn’t expecting a quick response. I headed home and pulled up BZ again and edged to the stories in the last load section then flipped over to the bug chasing stories, as I stroked my cock to almost the edge of no return I had BBRT open in the background. About a hour later I got a message on BBRT J: hey what’s up? M: was wondering if you might want to do dinner tomorrow? J: have to work till 7 tomorrow if you don’t mind a late dinner M: I can hold off need me to pick you up? Where you work? J: A&F at the mall M: I knew you had that look lol J: can you cum over tonight I was still rock hard and I was partially thinking with my dick M: sure when you going to be home? J: in about half an hour M: text me when you get home and I’ll CUM over 555-6289 J: cool getting on bus now M: see you in a little bit J: I’m wearing a sexy pair of low rise jeans and I have a wet spot on the front, I need to keep my bag in front of my crotch so people won’t notice M: guess I should throw on some clothes so I can make it to your place J: <J I stopped messaging when he suddenly stopped replying then he messaged me on my phone that he ran out of messages for the month on BBRT. 20 minutes later I got a text that he was home, I threw on a jock strap and gym shorts, along with a loose fitting tee shirt grabbed my keys and headed over, the jock just barely containing my hard meat I showed up at Jeremy’s door and barely knocked when he opened the door and pulled me inside, tossing me up against the door frame as he shut the door and passionately kissing me while caressing my chest and ass. We soon worked our way over to the couch groping and fondling the whole way. Soon we were naked on his bed as I suggested it would be more comfortable, and I wouldn’t have the photo to remind me I was having fun with my own fresh and blood. As we lay on the bed we soon had cocks in the others mouth, fingers in ass. We were getting hot and sweaty and were on the brink of shooting our cum on each other, I had edged most of the afternoon, Jeremy on the other hand had had a hard on in his jeans all through class and work, the friction of them rubbing his cock all day pretty much had built up a sizeable load in his nut sack as well. I suddenly shot my load in his face as he shot onto my neck and chest then pointed it back to my lips as I tasted my boys cum blast into my mouth. We cleaned up and laid back down and cuddled until I awoke next to my boy snuggled in my arms, I looked at the alarm clock on his bedside table and it read 3:30am and I had a choice to either try to slip out or just enjoy the feeling of my son in my arms, I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep. Waking a couple hours later to the sounds of the shower running and my boy joyfully humming to himself. I got up and joined him in the shower, he had his head under the water and jumped slightly as a came up behind him and kissed his neck. I decided to see if his profile was accurate as my semi hard cock was pressed between his cheeks and let my flow begin, he leaned back into me and whispered J: oh daddy you are so bad M: you want me to stop and get out? J: oh no He turned around and squatted in front of my stream and began letting it cover his head and face then took it in his mouth and began suckling it trying to drink down every last drop of my morning piss. As my flow stopped he continued sucking my cock and making it rock hard, he then stood up again and using some conditioner slid onto my cock, he obviously had been playing with his hole to loosen it up before I entered the enclosure since he sank all 7.5 inches into his rectum in one fell swoop, he then began fucking himself on my pulsating tool. It didn’t take me long to blast a load into his needy boycunt. He felt me pulsing into his ass and he began shooting on the shower curtain, long streams of greyish thick gooey cum running down the plastic liner. He got dressed and I retrieved my clothes from the living room slipping my spent but thickening cock back in my jock then pulling on my gym shorts and tee. He was dressed by the time I found my socks and trainers and ushered me out the front door, locking it behind him. Escorted me to my door then gave me a kiss then was on his way to his morning job. I unlocked my door and entered without letting the cat out, walked to the bedroom and crashed on the bed. My alarm clock said 6:45, I was actually tired and dozed off until my alarm went off at 9. I had already showered with Jeremy so I strode into the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal and returned to the bedroom where I had turned the morning news/AM wakeup program on, mainly for background noise once again, but I was suddenly riveted when they reported in the local segment that a winning lotto ticket had been sold at my local supermarket and they were anxiously awaiting for the winner to step forward. The drawing had been two nights ago and I had almost forgotten I had purchased a ticket. I finished my breakfast and rummaged through my wardrobe for something clean to wear today I found a clean polo shirt, and pair of kaki cargo shorts. I had to go to the store anyway to pick up a few items and to get some cash back from my purchase so I could do laundry later that afternoon. I wanted to look good when I took Jeremy to dinner that night. I drove over and did my shopping getting my cash, then on my way out decided to check my ticket, I walked up to the ticket machine, I was lucky for once and there was no line either to the machine or the store customer service window. I chose the machine. I scanned my tickets bar code and the screen popped up “checking for winning ticket” buzz, buzz “WINNER, please see attendant for assistance” Oh great now I had to ring the bell at the customer service window. Ding , ding “May I help you” “Yeah your machine said I had a winner” “Ok let’s see” She took the ticket and ran it through the ticket machine where I could see the display show a ungodly long number, it then printed out a receipt and the clerk reached under the counter and walked back to the window. “Here you go your ticket, the validation and the claim form. If we can get your Name we can post your picture with the big check” About that time the manager came over with one of those big checks and a camera, he talked to the clerk for a second , wrote my name on the top line of the check (the amount had already been filled in) then had me pose for a picture which he then took my e-mail address and said he would send me a copy of the photo. I was still in shock and what had just happened was still not fully registering. I put my groceries into my car and drove home, I unloaded the groceries and went to office to money on laundry card, then went back to apartment, gathered up laundry the put it in the washers. Upon returning to apartment I picked up the claim form and began filling it out following the instructions to a tee. I got to the amount line and was baffled and looked at the validation receipt and wrote down the numbers not really paying attention I checked the box for lump sum and elected to have 40% taxes withdrawn, hoping that it would cover all that I would owe and might get a healthy Refund check on the next years taxes given my current economic condition, I then entered my bank information for direct deposit of the final amount after taxes. I read further on suggesting I contact my bank to expect a large sum being directly deposited. It also suggested contacting legal representation to handle any litigation that might occur upon news of my winnings being broadcast. I had heard stories of relatives coming out of the woodwork when big winners were announced. I switched my laundry to the dryers then proceeded to prepare the claim form for mailing following the directions getting insurance on the envelope and requesting a receipt, alternate claim instructions were to hand deliver it to the offices if the winner was close to a branch office. I decided this was a better choice since my apartment was just a few miles from the offices in my state. I made lunch hen turned on the noon news to see my picture presented on the news, I saw the picture then it was beginning to register I was rich, really rich, really stinking rich. My heart began to beat faster, I had to sit down, catch my breath. I realized that my dinner with Jeremy that night had just dramatically changed, I still had to discuss us and our relationship, I still had to get the answers I needed, but I was now in a position to be very generous.

I'll be ass up there tomorrow for blackout night. Cum fill me up!

Part 3... Jack, Chet, and Sam had all fucked my boy over and over before someone suggested we watch the sunset from a private nude beach a few miles away, owned by another of Jack's friends. We pulled on our suits, just for the car ride, grabbed some towels, and piled into Jack's SUV. Jack drove, and my boy sat next to him in the front seat. That left me, Chet, and Sam in the backseat, me squeezed between the two POZ studs. Both of them rested their hands on my thighs as we drove down the bumpy beach road. The vibrations were getting me hard and there was no way I was the only one. I was fully stiff with a wet spot on my shorts by the time we arrived at a closed rustic gate between the dunes. Sam got out and opened the gate and closed it after we'd driven through. We drove a ways further before finally reaching the beach. We stripped, went for a dip and played in the surf for a while. We sat out towels out and made a camp fire as the sun begin to set. It was gorgeous. We talked for a while as the sun went down. The guys reminisced about their college days in San Francisco. They had all fucked around and were shocked to have made it through school without catching anything and celebrated with their tattoos. Jack had gotten married and never explained the tatt to his wife. Chet told us how a boyfriend of his had pozzed him. Chet's boyfriend had been cheating on him bare in the mid-80s in New York and caught the bug then, but didn't know it. After they broke up for other reasons, Chet passed it to Sam without knowing he was POZ. They changed their tatts together some time later. The whole time they were talking, I could tell my boy was turned on. We went for one last dip and the guys took turns making out with my boy in the water. I'm sure all of them slipped their cocks inside him at least once before heading back to the sand. The fire started to die down and the chill in the air told us it was time to head back to Jack's house. My boy was sleepy, no wonder after his long hard afternoon of ass-ramming slutty fun. Still nude, we put fresh dry towels on the car seats, and climbed in. We piled into the car and he took the front seat again, leaning over with his head on Jack's shoulder. I squeezed in between Chet and Sam, their cocks lying on their furry legs. My boy had fallen asleep on Jack's shoulder and was leaning sideways taking up most of the font of the SUV. As we were approaching the dunes, a tanned stud of a boy, not older than his early 20s appeared beside the gate, opened it, and waves us through. Jack rolled down his window and leaned out to kiss him full on the mouth. This guy was beautiful, like a chiseled wholesome all-American Abercrombie model, but way he kissed Jack made me think he had a dirty side. Innocent looks are ALWAYS deceiving. 'Looks like another hunk to fuck my boy,' I thought, wondering if he might be POZ too, who he was, and how he knew Jack. Jack told him to climb on in. “Meet Kevin, guys. He'll be joining us for dinner... and maybe for dessert too... Make some room, back there.” Kevin was clothed, wearing tatty beach-bum board shorts and a tight t-shirt stretched across his bulging pecs, his hard nipples pressing against the cloth. He didn't seem to mind at all that we were all naked. We all squeezed over as Kevin scooched into the truck, but there just wasn't room. Chet hoisted me onto his lap as Kevin got in. I instantly felt Chet's cock springing to life, nestled between my ass cheeks. Kevin didn't say anything, but smiled. As we trundled down the bumpy beach road, I could feel Chet getting harder and harder. I'm sure the road was having the same effect on everyone but it was quiet in the truck as we drove along. After a few minutes, Chet was now fully hard and I could feel my ass getting sticky with his toxic precum. Both Sam and Kevin were looking out the windows, Jack was driving, and my boy was still passed out. I wriggled around on Chet's dick, as if inviting him to make the next move. He whispered into my ear, his hot breath driving me wild. “You want some of my POZ babies too?” I answered by reaching back and stroking his cock. Whenever I'm asked, I tell people I'm 95% top, but tonight my bottom side was definitely turned on. I had felt pangs of jealousy earlier watching my boy take one POZ cock after another, and I was slowly realizing I wanted some for myself. I raised myself up, as the bumpy road helped Chet's aim. One rumble and the head of his cock poked into my tight hole. I quietly gasped with the surge of sudden pain, and Jack looked back at me in the rearview mirror. I'm sure he knew what was going on, but the still-silent Kevin and Sam didn't seem to notice a thing. We rumbled along as I lowered myself slowly, inch by inch, taking more and more of Chet's cock. After what seemed like an eternity, he was fully inside of me, his balls at my ass. The feeling of fullness made me whimper. I gulped for air as the road did it's own work. Chet's breath picked up pace and he was no longer content to just be in me. With each bump, he thrust his hips forward and drove even deeper into me. He picked up his pace and I knew he would soon cum. If I didn't want to take my first POZ load, I needed to pull off now. I couldn't resist staying on his cock, and Chet couldn't resist staying quiet any longer. By now, everyone in the car, except my sleeping boy, knew what was happening. “You gonna take my load, you fucking slut? You gonna let me breed your slutty hole?” “Umm hmmm... Breed me. Breed me NOW!” That woke my boy up. He sat upright and turned around. We locked eyes as Chet fired off deep inside me, pulling my hips down onto his cock and filling me with his poison seed. Chet caught his breath as the car slowed down. We were nearing the house. Chet's cock slacked a bit and he slipped out of my cummy hole. Sam reached over and fingered me. “Looks like now we'll have two bottoms for the weekend. And two POZ cocks to fill them!” Kevin spoke for the first time, saying simply, “Three.” I wondered if he meant bottoms or POZ cocks. To be continued...

Tricked and Set-up (Part II) He kept on pumping into me as I could feel the sweat begin to drip off his body. He began to pant a little and his thrust began to pick up speed and intensity. He shoved in hard and deep and began to groan. “TAKE MY CHARGED CUM BITCH!!” All of a sudden my cock exploded and I shot cum all over the couch and my stomach. I turned my head to look back at Rod and again he kissed me, deep and passionately as his tongue began to probe my mouth. I was still a little stunned at what had just happened as I felt Rod flex his still hard dick in my ass a couple times. “Looks like my little bitch liked getting his ass fucked full of my poz cum.” That statement had me thinking. With all the fucking and partying my girl and I did, we never used condoms. I knew the risk and figured I might get pozzed at some point in the future, but admittedly I never thought it would happen as a consequence of my being fucked up the ass with full of poz cum. I answered back, “I guess I did like getting fucked.” “Good, cause were not done yet bro. You ever slammed meth before?” I kind of knew what slamming was but never knew how to do it. I figured I would go with the flow and try another first with Rod. I nodded no in answer his question. “Alright, let’s get naked and head to the bedroom.” Rod pulled his still hard cock from my ass and a good amount of cum dribbled out along with it and down my legs. I stepped out of my jeans and tossed my shirt a side and followed Rod back to his bedroom where he told me to sit down as he prepped a rig for us. I sat down and watched as he fished out a syringe and filled it with some meth. He then filled it with water and I watched as the met dissolved. He then took a belt and placed it around his arm and hit a prominent vein. I watched as he drew back a little bit of blood then shot about a third of the contents into his arm before he drew back some more blood into the syringe. He took off the belt and let out a cough and said a loud ‘FUCK’ as I watched the drug take effect. “Now it’s your turn.” I asked Rod, “Are you going to use the same needle on me that you just used on yourself?” “I only have on point and we have to share. Besides you already have my DNA swimming inside you, what’s a little poz blood.” Rod placed his bet tightly around my arm. He found a prominent vein in my arm. Then he took the bloody syringe and stuck it in the vein he found and pushed the entire contests into my arm. When he let the belt go I felt warmth rush through my body and I coughed very hard three times. “FUCK! That’s fucking amazing bro. I should have tried this before now.” “Feeling great, ain’t you bro?” “I feel fantastic!” I looked over to see Rod’s cock was leaking precum was rigid like steel. I grabbed for my dick and felt a shriveled up little nothing. I was confused why Rod got so damn hard and I was so soft and small. Rod must have known what I was thinking 'cause he said “I knew you were a bottom bitch.” All I could respond with was, “Huh?” “Look at your dick now bro. I knew you were a bottom the second I saw you with your girlfriend. I figured she was fucking you up the ass with a strap on, but to know I took your cherry and was able to bring your true self out.” His words cut through me and made me think. Was I really a bottom that needed to be fucked? Would I be able to fuck my girl the next time we were together or would I want Rod inside me from now on? I knew the way I was feeling I needed his cock inside me right then and there. “Maybe you have because I need to be fucked, I need you inside me.” Rod pushed me to my knees and I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock into my mouth and began to suck. Rod placed his hands on the back of my head and guided me as I learned how to suck my first cock. With Rod’s help it didn’t take me long to learn how to suck cock like a pro (as he put it). I was lapping up his precum and it tasted delicious. But my cock was still soft and small. I don’t know how long I had been sucking on Rod’s cock when he said, “Time to get fucked my bitch.” I stood up and Rod kissed me as he maneuvered me on my back on the bed. He crawled up between my legs as he lifted my legs up to his shoulders. His cock poked at my hole as he leaned in for a kiss and his cock began to slide inside me as his tongue began to enter my mouth. It felt incredible to have his cock back inside me. As he went deeper so did his tongue into my mouth. Our kiss became more intense then any I’ve ever had with any girl especially my own. We stopped kissing as he bottomed out balls deep inside me. He just lay still inside me as he looked into my eyes. Rod then pulled out a little and thrust back in. He did this for a few minutes before he told me to wrap my legs around his waist so that he could start fucking me like any of the girls I’d fucked before. I did as he told me and soon enough Rod was starting to power-fuck me. It felt incredible as I felt his cock slid in and out of my hole and I can only hope I serviced the various women I'd fucked half as competently. Before I knew what was happening my cock began to thicken. I could feel it growing on my stomach. I wanted to touch it but Rod told me to leave it alone. He would prove to me that I was made for being fucked by a real man, meaning, of course, Rod himself. He looked straight into my eyes as I felt his dick begin to expand and spasm a little. He let a small moan escape his lips as he leaned in and whispered to me that he was seeding my hole with another poz load of cum before he licked my ear lobe and tongued my ear. I knew Rod had great stamina and could cum multiple times. But now I was on the receiving end of his power tool. Suddenly Rod began to power fuck my ass. He was plowing me hard, fast and deep. I could feel his massive balls bounce off of my ass as he worked away at my hole. I felt my cock reach its full length and width. But it did not seem like it wanted to stop there. My cock felt like it was getting harder and harder. I thought it was about to burst when I head Rod begin to grunt and groan. I looked into Rod’s eyes as he pounded into my hole. I knew what was cumming (Rod) and I knew I wanted every drop inside me. He let out a louder moan as I felt his dick spasm inside me. As the sweat was starting to collect on his forehead he said, there’s load number three. I continued to feel my cock throb and Rod was not letting up. If anything he was pounding me harder and harder. I felt my cock leaking precum like I had never leaked before. It almost felt like I was pissing. Rod was looking me in the eyes as he began to pant and grunt. The sweat was dripping off his face and onto mine. Ever so often a drop would fall into my open mouth allowing me to taste his masculinity. I felt his cock getting harder and larger. My cock was throbbing uncontrollably as he pounded into me. I felt like my cock was gong t explode. Just as Rod slammed into me harder and harder and grunted with each thrust I felt my cock begin to spasm. As my orgasms started my ass clamped down on Rods hard tool deep inside me and he began to dup his fourth load inside me. His cock was so far inside me it felt like he was past my internal sphincter. We were both panting heavily as Rod began to kiss me with a passion I had never felt before.