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The rest of the night was pretty awkward. My dad and I both stayed in our rooms and I tossed and turned in my sleep, thinking of what I was going to do. I got up around twelve in the afternoon and starter to explore the house, my dad no where in sight. I let out a sigh of relief as I poured me a bowl of cereal, watched some television, and showered. The whole time, images of what I had seen came back to me until... Until I just couldn't take it anymore. I walked to my dads room, getting into his bed naked and on my knees. I picked up my cell and texted him. "Hey dad.. One of your boys are here.. I sent them to your room." I looked down at it and waited for his reply. He just sent "Alright, be there in ten minutes." My heart felt heavy and I started to breathe hard, but I still didn't move. About ten minutes had passed when my ears twitched, hearing his truck door slam shut. I looked down and noticed that my cock had began to grow and leak pre. I knew there was no going back now. First the door to the living room. Then the hard steps of his boots, hitting against the hard wood. Hearing him climb each step. Each one making my heart skip. My eyes fixated on the doorknob of his room, seeing it turn and open. "What the fuck..." His deep, scruff voice echoed through the room. All I could do was look down and shake lightly. I could feel his eyes on me, full of shock, disgust, hate, and lust. He approached me slowly, I looked up from his bed, now noticing how broad and thick his chest was. "I.. I'm sorry.. Dad-.." He didn't give me a chance to speak, wrapping his large hand around my neck. A sick, twisted grin on his face that I had never seen before. "You're going to regret this boy." Was the last I heard from my father before I passed out.

Hello! This is my first post of a fantasy I've been thinking about, and I really hope that you guys enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. It's just been my father and me since I was six, my dope-headed mother having gone off the rails and left us. I haven't spoken to her since and couldn't care less. Her absence meant I had a lot of time to spend with my father, who I guess I had adored for years. He certainly was my hero as I grew-up. When I was 16 he came out to me. I guess he'd thought I would hate him for it, because he began to cry. That shocked me more than the fact that he was gay. You see, standing at six foot six inches, and two hundred and thirty pounds of steel muscle, he towered over me. Still, his being gay didn't really bother me. What did bother me was eventually he started bringing home these - hmm - little twink faggots. They really irked my nerves, so I started going to a local gym so I could escape seeing them, and after two years of intense training, my body was sculptured magnificently. I noticed that I started to look like Dad, even if I didn't have his salt and pepper beard and even if I was four inches shorter than he. After the gym one night, I came home and crossed paths with one of Dad's fuck toys. The guy was crying, so of course, my curiosity was peaked as I had never seen my father angry or hurt anyone. In fact, I thought of the two of us as two gentle giants. But I guess I was wrong. I walked into his room, where he was putting on his pants, I could feel the negative energy in the room. So much so, it burnt my exposed skin. "Hey old man.. What's up?" I must have startled him because he jumped a bit, shaking his head. "I'd rather not talk about it, Justin." That really had caught me off guard. We never kept anything from each other. Even our sexual escapades were talker about. I let out a deep sigh and nodded. "I'll be in my room if you need me.. Knock before." I headed towards my room and closed the door, stripping down. I began to rub my body, grasping my nine inch cock, a great gift I had received from him, thinking to myself 'Finally I get to enjoy myself'. Sitting on my bed, I began to stroke my cock, tugging on my pair of low hangers. I closed my eyes and pictured me blowing some girl with whom I had gone to high school. Then something caught my eye. My underwear drawer was wide open. I slowly stopped pleasuring myself, stood up and walked over to take a look. Nothing seemed to be missing, so I shut it and went back to my bed, deciding I needed porn to get the job finished. I puller out my laptop and went to the history and was shocked to see what I found. Titles like 'Dad and Son Fucking Raw'. My mind raced when I seen that, but still I felt compelled to 'start'. When the porno started, it looked pretty vintage. A man entered a bedroom to discover his son still in bed late in the afternoon. A look of disgust and disdain crossed his face, and he grabbed a belt and started thrashing his son, shouting at him to "Wake the fuck up!" and calling him a disgrace. I felt like I didn't want to watch, but my libido must have been clouded because my cock throbbed. I wanted to be that boy - somehow I found myself wanting to be disciplined by my Dad. I continued to watch as the man yanked the blanket off of his son, revealing his naked frame with welts and bruises from past beatings. He grabbed the boy by the hair and started to rub his face into his cock, making his face smell of his musk. I couldn't handle it at that point. I had just blown my load and started to pant. I didn't even remember touching myself.. It had unleashed a beast in me and it needed out. I knew that tomorrow, after he got off of work, I needed to see my Dad.

Hey guys, I'm new here, just joined and fairly new to barebacking... ...well I been doing it occasionally for about 3 years but only recently decided to do it more often, openly and without regret! So I've just come back from my first bareback breeding of the year. Met a fit bi guy local to me, tall blond and tight-bodied. We met outdoors in some scrub behind the railway station at midnight. Classy lad I am! Anyway, he'd wanted me to blow him so I get on my knees and really start working my way towards a mouthful of cum, when suddenly he says, spin around. I'm up against some railings, trousers round my ankles, shirt off under the stars, we lube up (spit obvs) and then he's fucking me hard, real hard for about five, ten minutes. I'm fucking loving it. Then just as he's about to cum he stops pounding - cum in my ass, cum in my ass is all I can say at this point! - and he starts to fuck slower and real deep, and suddenly I feel this warm rush within as he fills me with his spunk. Just as some random stranger walks by! So anyway, I arch my back, reach round and grip his ass and tell him not to pull out, fuck that spunk into me and he does. That was an hour ago and I've still got his warm jizz inside me. So fucking wired right now and so happy!

This happened last evening, and as I sit here typing this I still have a cum filled ass. Of all times in the year for the furnace to decide to die, it had to be in January? It's fine if you live in Florida, but not when you live in Canada. Luckily the heating company was able to catch someone before he headed home for the day, and he arrived shortly after I called. I was not in the best of moods, however. I'd woken up horny as hell and knew there wasn't anyone around to fuck me, so the plan had been to spend a couple of hours jacking off and playing with some dildos. With the house so damned cold that was not going to happen. So imagine my surprise when I opened the door expecting some cranky old man wanting to get home to his bottle of cheap whiskey, only to find a sexy young bear. Maybe more of a cub, but sexy either way. Suddenly all of the hormones came racing back, and I'm not sure if I hid it well. Down in the basement he was on hands and knees looking into the electrical guts of the piece of junk . . . while I checked out his beefy round ass. I'm sure he noticed as I was trying to look away. I figured he's a total straighty so turned and headed for the stairs to leave him alone to do his work. "You must have been freezing your ass off," he commented to me. My guard was down, or maybe my brain was still frozen, so without thinking I replied, "No, my ass is pretty hot." After all, it has always had it's own built-in furnace. I was still heading up the steps when I felt his hand on my ass, saying, "Yeah, it is." So I decided to make a deal with the not-so-straight guy. "Fix the furnace and you can do anything you want with my ass." He smiled a very big smile and said, "Deal." And headed back to his work. I raced upstairs, douched and showered. I was a little surprised that he wanted to fool around. Not because of the 'straight guy' thing. But he couldn't be older than 25. I'm 43, though most guys I've been with thought I was in my early 30's. I guess he might think I'm younger -I'm sure as hell not going to debate it with him! He had to get someone to bring him a replacement part, but once he had that, the furnace was up and running in no time. And as soon as it was, he was back up the stairs smiling at me with that 'you said I could do anything to your ass' kind of look to it. Maybe he is mostly straight, but a lot of younger guys these days will get their rocks off any way they can. I was just glad this sexy young guy was going to end my drought. It felt like it had been months since I last got fucked and bred. I took him upstairs and we both quickly undressed. I didn't bother with much foreplay, figuring that if he was more into girls me might not been interested in kissing. So I dropped to my knees and took his very nice, already throbbing hard, dick into my mouth. It was like the rest of him -solid and thick. Probably around 8 inches I'd say. My ass was twitching as I thought about this big meat filling my hole. Luckily he must have been thinking the same thing, because he really wasn't all that interested in getting sucked. He pushed me onto my back on the bed and climbed up between my legs. I had already lubed my ass after I douched, so I was ready to go, and he wedged his big cock head into my hungry opening. "You're already wet," he commented. "I didn't want to waste time, so I already lubed up," I told him. "Good," was all he said, and slid full length into my hole. Not hard and fast, but slow enough for me to feel and enjoy every ripple of his cock without a moment of pain or discomfort. I have to admit that it was not what I was expecting. I thought he'd just want to pound my hole, blow his wad, and get the hell out. But he was going to enjoy himself -lucky for me! He smiled a very handsome smile down at me as he slowly began to pump in and out of my hole. I thought, 'This is exactly what I needed from the moment I woke up this morning,' and I lay back and enjoyed every bit of it. The young stud gradually increased his thrusts once my ass loosened up enough, and he was pounding some satisfied grunts out of me. "You like my cock?" he asked after one particularly loud grunt. "Fuck yes, your cock feels awesome in my ass," I gasped in reply. "Damn you know how to fuck me good!" He smiled again, and said, "Your ass feels like it was made for my cock. I never felt a fuck like this before." We must have fucked like that, in the same position, for at least 20 to 30 minutes. We were working up quite a sweat, too -just the kind of fuck I love. The look on his face changed and he appeared much more determined now, and I could tell that he was close to cumming. Only then did it occur to me that he hadn't even bothered to ask about a condom or status, and I sure as hell didn't care. I was just a little surprised at that. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he panted, slowing down to ease his cock out of my ass. 'Oh hell no,' I thought. "Do it, cum in me," I panted back, taking a cue from one of my fictional stories and scissoring my ankles behind his back and pulling him back into me. The handsome smile was back. "Really?" he asked in surprise. I figured if he usually did fuck girls and didn't use a condom, he probably pulled out before cumming. But I wasn't going to let him waste that load. I wanted it where I believe most loads belong after leaving a man's balls -up my ass! "Do it, give me your load," I begged. "Fuck yeah," he growled. "Here it comes," he gasped as his balls exploded and his gorgeous dick began to fill me with his seed. I lay my head back and tried to memorise ever second of feeling his dick in me, blasting his hot cum into my hungry hole. It felt so damn good, I hoped he'd want to come by again. After he recovered, we lay on the bed for a couple of minutes to catch our breath, and then he got dressed to leave. I figured maybe he had someone at home waiting for him. I also didn't want to know, and wasn't going to ask. I just pulled a robe on and walked him down to the door. "That felt awesome," I told him. As he put on his winter boots, he winked up at me. "Your ass is better than anything I've ever felt." When he stood back up, I could see his dick hard again in his pants. Both of our eyes were staring down at it, and then he looked back up at me. "I want to fuck you again," he said. He didn't need to ask twice. I just yanked off my robe, bent over the stairs leading up, and he came up behind me, still dressed with his boots on, and stuffed his amazing dick up my now cum-sloppy hole. This was going to be a fast and hard fuck, but my ass was ready for that now. His hips smacked into my ass relentlessly. His hands were digging into my waist, pulling me back onto him hard as he thrust into me. There was definitely a lot more grunting in this fuck, which always turns me on more. I hate silent fucks. He didn't last as long, maybe 5 or 10 minutes, and then yelled, "Take my cum" as he unloaded into me. "Fuck yes, fill my ass up," I begged. I didn't feel it this time, probably I was already too wet and too loose. Didn't matter, I could feel his dick throbbing, so I knew he was giving me another load. When he finished and pulled out of me, I quickly turned and dropped to suck his dick clean. I didn't want to send him home with a cummy dick if he had someone there who might find out. As I finished, he leaned back against the wall, catching his breath, and said, "That was awesome." "It sure was," I agreed. He grabbed his coat and headed for the door, but turned before he was through. "Maybe I could come by again some time?" he asked hopefully. Yes! Just what I was hoping he'd say! "You can fuck me any time," I told him. I quickly scribbled my number onto a piece of paper and handed it to him. I watched him in his truck before he pulled out. He was entering my number into his phone. He was definitely going to be fucking and breeding me again. Maybe next time we would even get to exchanging names.

Was a my local sauna in sw England, just a regular week day afternoon, just general trade and not much going on, a hot skinny twink I know came in and I like what I see, we cruise around each other and eventually we end in a room with an older guy too. The twink is a horny hot little fucker a bends over the cabin bed showing his cute ass hole, I rim but it's not long before I've put a condom (I don't like to bb in front of other people) on and fucking him, it wasn't long before I filled the bag and pulled out, here's the first time I saw stealth fucking, they older guy took the condom and turned it inside out and stuck it on his hard cock, then he banged it in the lad, my creamy spunk lubing the twink ass. After a few mins he completely removed and then blew his load in, tbh the twink was enjoying and he didn't care about being bb, by this time he was doggy Style on bed and be was begging for more so obliged and fucked him again bare, :-)

AIDS APOCALYPSE - It’s a Brave New World: An apocalypse, translated literally from Greek, is a disclosure of knowledge, a lifting of the veil or revelation, or a disclosure of something hidden. Funny thing to being thinking about when my ass is being pummeled beyond all comprehension, but this is what I had always hoped for, a true out of body fuck and I found it when my world ended. Like many other things, modern media and entertainment has somewhat corrupted the meaning of apocalypse to refer to a great catastrophe or the end of times and if you believed the news headlines that started appearing about 28 months ago, you might have thought that was the case: ZOMBIES LIVE! - Exclaimed the tabloids NEW PLAGUE RAVAGES EAST COAST – Cried the newspapers GAY VIRUS WILL KILL US ALL!! – Heralded the conservative news stations Well, they were all true – sort of. It happened fast, quick, and spread like a wildfire through the dry brush of a California hill side. The AIDS virus we had all come to know and love had mutated far beyond anything before. Why? The Centers for Disease Control (CDC) – who by the way mainly runs the government now – have debunked the wilder theories (lets just say pets were involved), and have stated it was a combination of viral resistance, greedy drug companies making short cuts in the drug formulas, and climate change. Yes climate change. Apparently there are all kinds of nasty bugs, critters, and viruses that were embedded in the permafrost along with those poor wooly mammoths and low and behold one of them was an ancient form of the AIDS virus. Somewhere, somehow, that ancient bug revived, bred with its modern descendant, and all hell broke loose. The AZTs as we all call it – AIDS ZOMBIFICATION TROUBLES – brought the world’s governments together in a way nothing else ever had. The CDC has given it some fancy, long, name, but AZTs stuck and with it, our world changed: · The new AIDs virus can live outside the body longer than science still says is possible – but it does. · It can infect its new host by touching the same thing they touched – you don’t need to take their bodily fluids anymore – but of course that’ll do you in for sure. · For a lot of people, the virus hits hard, fast, and the progression from healthy to sick and wasted is months, not years. · For others – the AZTers – the virus leaves them less than normal, less than human, more zombieish. Oh they don’t eat brains or rampage like dumb monsters, but to society they are monsters still the same. · AZTers survive the initial infection onslaught, their eyes turn completely white, they have heightened senses, they often lose all their hair and pigment to their skin, their bodies waste down, they get lesions, their minds are generally intact, and they are all driven to never-known heights of sexual need and intensity. Reports of rapes exploded. · In many ways AZTers become physically stronger, their bodies can change in appearance as bone growth is spurred or other body parts change. The virus does not waste them away to nothing as it wants to live and reproduce so it changes their bodies to be the strongest infection vectors that it can and flushes away what it deems unnecessary. o One of the rumors was that the Army started this whole shit storm trying to make a super soldier. Someone who was stronger, with inhuman stamina, size, and more. o Another urban legend was that some AZTers had sexual organs far bigger than any other human. · There is no cure. Scary shit right? Well you can imagine how the Puritanistic leaders of the world reacted to all this. All newly infected people are forced into large, medical quarantine zones. Those that live to become AZTers, the chronic survivors, are herded into special centers. They are cared for, sure, but as they are still infectious they are isolated from the rest of the world. Drugged, imprisoned, hated by the entire world. Rumors abound that in some places, they are actually killed. For the rest of us life is not much better. · All internet hook up sites have been banned, shut down, and terminated. · Even talking about unprotected sex can get your reported and being caught will get you arrested. · The government is so far up our asses they know when you shit. · If you were known to be already HIV POZ you were tagged and watched extra carefully as you were seen as a high-risk/likely conversion. · Everyone must report in to their neighborhood clinic once per week for the standard AZT check. · Bars have mostly closed, people don’t go to theaters anymore, flying on a plane or other public transportation is done as little as possible and with masks, gloves, and minimal human contact. Three months ago the CDC announced to the world they had developed an AZT-Prep treatment. In record time, the government said they had developed a way to prevent infection – well most of the time as there were still reports of people who seroconvert or just get infected for no known reason. Nothing is 100%. All the rules are still in place, but now there is hope, hope that maybe one day we can fuck like we used to. In the meantime, I learned to chase the rumors of a darker world, a world where raw dick was still available, and the risk was beyond anything experienced before. From the beginning there had been faint rumors and furtive whispers of places where dark desires could be met. That the government was not telling us the truth. That AZTers were not infectious at all. That taboo exploration of sexual boundaries still existed. I was a dedicated cum hound, bug chaser, and bareback dick fiend, and determined to find out. My first break came three weeks ago. I ran into an old fuck buddy on the street. Ron was about my age, taller and bigger than me, white, handsome, with a nice 9-inch dick. He had been married when we first met and I was one of his secret bottom buddies that he would sneak away from the wife and kids to fuck raw. Nice dick, rough fucker, and always big loads. Ron seemed real down and I quickly learned his wife had converted early in the outbreak, his kids had been sent to live with their grandparents, and he blamed himself. I invited him back to my apartment figuring a drink would cheer him up. We had barely got in the door when Ron started pawing at my ass saying, “I NEED TO FUCK YOU!” The more I pushed him away, the more aggressive he became. “STOP!” I said, “We can’t. You know the risk.” Ron also knew what a slut I was for his dick so instead of arguing with me he roughly pushed me back as he guarded the door, quickly stripped out of his clothes and then pounced. Ron’s hard dick was like a club as he used his legs and hands to pin me to the floor and hold me while yanking my pants down. “I KNOW YOU WANT MY CUM. YOU ALWAYS WANTED MY CUM YOU LITTLE FUCKER!” Ron growled as he got into position and fumbled around trying to find my ass hole. I had not been fucked since the outbreak started and cried out as Ron used all his force to rip my hole open. “MAYBE I TURNED MY WIFE, MAYBE I DIDN’T, BUT I DON’T FUCKING CARE ANYMORE. NOBODY CARES ANYMORE. LIFE HAS GONE TO SHIT. NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE MY BIG RAW DICK,” Ron panted as he slammed in and out of my bloody ass. I whimpered and mumbled through the pain and the fear. What if he had turned his wife? What if he was infected? What if the AZT-Prep didn’t work? What if…what if…? Then, as the heat of Ron’s body radiated against my back and his dick took what he needed, my ass relaxed, and I remembered how fucking good being filled felt and how much I needed that. I lifted my hips a little to meet Ron’s thrust. He paused, chuckled, “YOU FUCKING BUG CHASING BOTTOM. I KNEW IT. WHAT WAS ALL THIS ‘NO STOP’ SHIT ABOUT THEN ANYWAYS? GET THE FUCK UP. BEND OVER THE CHAIR AND LET ME DICK THAT ASS DOWN.” Three strokes in and I was all his, begging for it, “PLEASE CHARGE ME UP. INFECT ME LIKE YOU DID YOUR WIFE. GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY CUM RON, GIVE IT TO ME.” All of Ron’s fear, anger, loss, desire, and need came out as he ravaged my ass and shifted from being the tender lover, to brutal rapist, and back. Multiple loads later he was finally sated and just before he opened the door to leave he warned, “Not one fucking word about this. You have more to lose than I do.” I shivered, closed the door, and ran to the bedroom where I quickly jerked off using some of the cum and juice from my ass to lube my hand. God damn that felt good. Feeling raw dick again and the risk – holy shit! What was I thinking? Just the thought of taking his ‘maybe-AZT’ dick kept me rock hard even after I shot. My mind was consumed, playing it over and over again. I was hooked. I didn’t have to wait long. I had barely been home from work 10 minutes the following day when there was a pounding at my door. My heart leapt, my fear spiked, “Fuck, did the government find out?” I cautiously stepped into the hall and braced myself as I leaned forward and looked through the peephole. It was Ron. I let out a big sigh, unfastened the chain, deadbolt, and got pushed back as he stepped in, grabbed me, clamped his hand over my mouth and made room for another man. Ron’s guest proceeded to kick his shoes off and pull his pants down as Ron asked, “Where you want him?” Without a pause the man said, “I’LL FUCK HIM RIGHT HERE. I CAN’T WAIT.” Ron slapped my face hard, “Not a fucking sound,” he said as he pulled my t-shirt off over my head while his friend undid my pants and let them fall. His friend then literally picked me up, my legs dangling as the pants fell, set me back down, then pushed me face first into the wall with his left hand covering my mouth and face. This guy was a good deal bigger than Ron and manhandled me with ease. His dark shadow fell against the wall as he pushed his spit covered dick into my ass. “MY BUDDY RON HERE TELLS ME YOU GOT SOME GOOD RAW PUSSY HOLE. THAT YOU’RE A WILD ONE. WILLING TO PLAY BUG ROULETTE. GOOD.” “COME ON CJ, BOUNCE IN THAT ASS,” Ron urged. After the initial forced fuck in the hall, CJ – I don’t know if that was his name, nickname, or what, but that’s what Ron called him – had dragged me into the bedroom, threw me up on the bed, climbed up, lifted my legs up and back so they were held in place by his thighs as he leaned over me and dropped his big 10+incher balls deep. CJ would raise on his tip toes and using the bounce in the bed kept trying to jump further and further into my now opened ass. I rested my hands on his massive shoulders even though I was tempted to pull at the t-shirt they had wrapped and tied over my head. I had complained about taking his raw dick and after a few slaps from CJ did not quiet me, he barked he did not want to hear my mouth, see my face, and was just going to use me as the cum bucket I was. In the old days, before the AZT apocalypse, CJ would have been the sort of breeder I chased. Tall, black, handsome, buff, and a dick of death – which these days could be literal. “TELL ME YOU WANT SOME AZT CUM, TELL ME YOU WANT ME to BREED YOU LIKE A ZOMBIE BITCH. SPEAK NOW LITTLE FUCKER. I ALREADY CONVERTED A COUPLE BITCHES LIKE YOU. IT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR LETTING ME IN THAT HOLE. ONCE I AM IN SIGN THE FUCKING DEATH CERTIFICATE. YOUR’E DONE. HA HA HA – YEAH FEEL YOU SHAKING AND QUIVERING NOW. YOU BEST BE SCARED LITTLE DICK-TEASE SHIT. NO RUNNING FROM MY DYNAMITE DEATH STICK, FUCK WHO KNOWS, MAYBE I STILL GOT SOME OF THAT AZTER PUSSY JUICE ON MY DICK FROM THE HOOKER I PAID FOR THE OTHER DAY,” CJ boasted. WTF? My mind was on overload right then, but my ass – fucking betraying ass – was opening up like a can of tuna and urging CJ on for his chunky mayo. Ron and CJ took turns fucking me for the next few hours – rapist tag team – before finally leaving me to get some rest. My ass throbbed, hurt, was swollen, but filled with cum and I sang HALLELUJAH on the inside as my cum pig self had been fed. Almost every night for the next two weeks was the same. Ron, CJ, or usually both would show up my door and take turns forcing their dicks in me. Neither one wanted love, affection, or a partner. This was all about power, the taboo thrill, and the feeling of strength they got from dominating me when everything else in the world around them was out of their control. I did ask CJ about his comment about fucking an AZTer and he said it was true. For enough money, there were a few, select places in the area where they had AZTer prostitutes chained to beds for those willing to live on the edge. Four days ago when Ron showed up he had someone new with him. This guy was about CJ’s size, but older, buzz cut, graying on the sides, big cigar in his mouth. Ron nervously introduced him as “Colonel”, set a leather tote on the floor in the hall and left. My mind screamed, ‘GOVERNMENT – RUN, RUN..’ but then I figured if I had been reported, they would have sent the medical SWAT team, not some big daddy bear looking all relaxed. I tried to make small talk but the Colonel just eyed me up and down, shook his head, picked up the leather tote and walked into my bedroom. I followed and watched curiously as he unpacked a long leather strap that had four cuffs spaced evenly along it’s length. “Get on the bed, face that way, right leg here, left leg there,” the Colonel ordered. I stripped and did as I was told. I was doggy style with my ass facing him as the Colonel cinched first my right ankle, then my left into the outer leather cuffs and cinched the buckle tight. “Put your face down and reach back between your legs with both hands,” he ordered next. It took me a second to get that position right as it was a bit unnatural, but when I finally contorted myself like a Christmas ham, he secured my wrists in the middle two leather cuffs and looped a small chain through metal links at the top of each cuff, which he secured with a brass lock. I could hear him getting undressed now, felt his warm hands on my ass, felt his finger at my hole, prodding, exploring, teasing, marking it as his. “HOW MANY RAW DICKS HAVE YOU TAKEN SINCE THE OUTBREAK,” the Colonel asked, “ONLY TWO? I CHECKED YOUR RECORDS. YOU REPORTED NONE. OF COURSE HE TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL. RON IS A SNEAKY SON-OF-A-BITCH LIKE THAT. SO RON AND CJ? HOW MANY TIMES DID THEY FUCK RAW? DID YOU LIKE IT? ANSWER ME TRUTHFULLY NOW? I CAN TELL YOU DID FROM THE WAY YOUR HOLE SQUEEZES MY FINGER WHEN I ASK.” The Colonel went on, “I DISCOVERED RON’S LITTLE PROCLIVITIES HERE QUITE BY ACCIDENT. NO...NO…DON’T WORRY, NO ONE ELSE KNOWS – YET. HE CONFESSED HE RAPED YOU AND YOU TRIED TO STOP HIM. IS THAT TRUE? YOUR ASS TELLS ME OTHER WISE. YOUR ASS IS SAYING YOU BEGGED FOR IT, PLEADED FOR IT, WANTED IT DIDN’T YOU? YOU WANT ME TO RAPE IT TOO? FUCK YOU RAW? BLOODY THAT HOLE UP SO YOU MIGHT CATCH SOME AZT FLOATER OUT THERE? MAYBE THE SHIT’S AIRBORNE NOW. MAYBE IT’S ON MY CLOTHES JUST WAITING FOR A WARM BODY TO GROW IN. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? NO…TOO FUCKING BAD.” I cried out as the Colonel pushed his big dick into me and he was just as long and even thicker than CJ. Strapped like I was I could not run, move, or do anything except take it and man did the Colonel give it to me. It wasn’t long before my ass took over and I was overwhelmed with sexual bliss and the joy of big, raw dick. I couldn’t help it at that point and began to beg, “GIVE ME SOME AZT DICK, POZ UP MY HOLE, BREED ME WITH DIRTY CUM, RAPE IT HARDER! HARDER! I WANT SOME MONSTER DICK TO FUCK ME – FUCK ME WITH YOUR CUM.” The dirtier I talked, the harder the Colonel’s dick got and the harder he fucked me. When I pleaded, “MAKE ME YOUR AZT CUM CUMP, FILL MY GUTS WITH YOUR VIRUS!” the Colonel’s balls pulled up high and tight and he dropped a tanker truck full of nutt inside me. The Colonel was barely out of breath as he finished up, pulled his raw dick out, methodically unchained me and got dressed. I started to put my own clothes on but he said, “No,” without any further explanation. Naked, I followed him to the door, he relit his cigar, smiled, and said, “18:00 tomorrow. Be ready,” opened the door and said to Ron and CJ who were standing in the hall, “He’s all yours.” I was not expecting that, and they wasted no time taking turns slamming my ass and forcing the Colonel’s load deeper. The next two nights were the same thing. The Colonel shows up. Straps me down. Rapes my hole while I tell him how taboo I want to be, how violated I need to be, how I need to be an AZTer’s whore thing to fuck and use. He dumps his nutt, leaves, and Ron and CJ step in. But last night before the Colonel left he said, “Tomorrow I will be sending a car for you. I want to meet you at my house as I have something special planned.” I was nervous and excited and right at 18:00 (6:00 p.m.) a black sedan pulled up in front of my building, a mini-Colonel look-alike steps out, opens the door for me, and we drive away. We head east out of the city, cross the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, and enter the realm of the Eastern Shore of Maryland. I recognized the scenery as we neared the Wye River Plantation and several miles later we turned down a long, private, tree lined drive and as the large metal gate closed behind us I thought, “Damn, the Colonel has not done bad for himself.” The car stopped in front of a stately, old brick manor house and the Colonel met me at the door. No on else seemed to be around and as soon as the door closed the Colonel had me on my knees choking on his pulsing dick while he barked orders and smoked his cigar. I licked my lips to get any stray drops of cum after he shot load number one down my throat and followed him into a den where several TV monitors were playing various types of porn. In the middle of the oversized Oriental carpet, was a padded bench. “Assume the position,” the Colonel ordered. Over the next 90 minutes, the Colonel raped my ass twice and loaded me with his cum. I was well trained now and the restraints were not needed as I willingly let him use my ass how he wanted. With a robe wrapped around his waist and me still naked, the Colonel clamped his right hand around the back of my neck and paraded me up the grand stairs. Down a long hall we walked without a word. We turned and entered the eastern wing of the home. The Colonel said in a quiet and determined voice, “Go through that door. Close it tight behind you. I need just a moment to prepare.” I figured whatever kinky shit he was trying to set up was good with me. Maybe he was going to have the driver fuck me? I hoped so, he was sort of cute. I walked through the doorway and pushed the solid door shut behind me and was startled by a hiss and a mechanical sound. I nervously looked around and noticed that by the doors were strange electrical panels with cameras and key pads, and then cameras in all four corners of the room by the ceiling with blinking little green lights. Another hiss and I suddenly felt like I couldn’t breath, but that quickly passed and my attention was drawn to the far wall as a new door opened. I stepped through, and found myself in a large, sparse, medical looking room with an exam table, cabinets, monitors, and more. My throat got dry and I felt suddenly afraid, but through a door to the right I saw a spacious, well appointed bathroom. The marble floor was cold against my feet as I walked through the bathroom and into the space beyond. It was a large living area that looked like it took up the entire wing of the house on this level and in front of the fire place, just like downstairs, was a large padded bench. This one was higher and wider than the one downstairs, but otherwise the same. I jumped as the Colonel’s voice came from nowhere, “ASSUME THE POSITION,” he ordered. I looked around and did not see him. There were cameras in here too so clearly he was watching me and was speaking over an intercom of some sort. I got on my hands and knees and waited, my head swinging side to side, and the little hairs on the back of my neck standing up straight, confirming something was not right. Heavy padded footfalls sounded behind me, partnered with deep breathing and …sniffing? I SLID OFF THE BENCH AND STOOD UP AND TURNED AND CAME TO FACE WITH AN AZTER! HOLY FUCK! A REAL LIFE AIDS ZOMBIE!! I HAD SEEN PICTURES ON THE NEWS AND SHIT, BUT NEVER ONE IN REAL LIFE. OH MY GOD! I HAD TO RUN!! The Colonel’s voice filled the room again from speakers unseen, “This is my son Nelson. As you can see he has, shall we say paid the price for his proclivities. Luckily, my position affords me certain rights and luxuries others do not share and while I have done my best to ensure my beloved son wants for nothing, there are some things a father just cannot provide. That’s where you come in. I believe Nelson will be much happier now that he has someone to – shall we say – share his gifts with, or more bluntly, a fucking bug chasing whore like you who craves and desires to be used by the biggest, deadliest dicks, around.” I stood stunned as I looked at Nelson, trying to take in the Colonel’s words while studying the monster before me. The AZTer took a step towards me, sniffed the air several times, the musk of his father’s cum fresh on my body, and he smiled. His milky eyes looked me up and down, his elongated limbs twitched, and the elephantine penis that stretched between his legs pulsed with the rush of fresh blood and a literal stream of infected precum poured out of the flared head. Nelson took another step towards me, his dick stiffened more, he held out a clawed hand and said, “Welcome to my home.” The fact the AZTer could see me, and that he could speak, added to my mind fuck, but I had no time then to ponder it further as Nelson snatched me up like some Raggedy Andy and threw me onto the padded bench. Nelson’s AZT dick had some features unlike other humans – or maybe any other species for that matter. While his size was a definite problem, his constant precum was silicon’like and provided great lubrication as he forced himself in me, for which I was thankful. It was not until a long time later, during his never-ending rape fuck of my ass in which I was pummeled into oblivion and in and out consciousness, that I felt it. I had heard someplace, at sometime, that you can’t really feel things in your guts as you have no nerves. Not true. About 30 minutes before Nelson conveyed his first poisonous load deep, deep inside me, small little barbs flared out from the ridge of his dick head and began slicing and dicing my gut lining. The closer he got to cumming, the deeper they went. Not enough to kill or maim. No. This virus knew what it was doing. What it wanted. And right that minute what it wanted more than anything was to bury itself deep inside my body and forever mark me as the bug receptacle that I am.

Hey guys, I'm new here, just joined and fairly new to barebacking... ...well I been doing it occasionally for about 3 years but only recently decided to do it more often, openly and without regret! So I just posted this in the 'where did you get your last load?' thread but wanted to share it wider. Expanded text a bit. Hope the moderators approve! So I've just come back from my first bareback breeding of the year. Met a fit bi guy local to me, tall blond and tight-bodied. We met outdoors in some scrub behind the railway station at midnight. Anyway, he'd wanted me to blow him so I get on my knees and really start working my way towards a mouthful of cum, I'm starting to taste the precum in my mouth and throat when suddenly he says, spin around. He pushes me up against some railings, trousers round my ankles, shirt off under the stars, we lube up (spit obvs) and then he's fucking me hard, real hard for about five, ten minutes. I'm fucking loving it. You know some guys, the way they fuck, well he's totally focussed on getting himself off and my hole is just a fucktoy for him. He's fucking deep and I'm getting off too but I can tell that really he's just in it for himself. Doing everything he can to make himself blow his cumload good and hard. Perfect. My favourite kind of top. Then just as he's about to cum he stops pounding - cum in my ass, cum in my ass is all I can say at this point! - and he starts to fuck slower and real deep, and suddenly I feel this warm rush within as he fills me with his spunk. Just at that moment some random stranger walks by through the scrub! I'm laughing and also feeling the warm rush. Enjoying it like a good btm should. This is why I fuck this way. So anyway, I arch my back, reach round and grip his ass and tell him not to pull out, fuck that spunk into me and he does. That was about an hour ago and I've still got his warm jizz inside me. So fucking wired right now and so happy! I fucking love taking it bareback.

Wednesday came and I remembered James said he would be working. I called to make sure he was there. He said he was working til 8 but if I came around 7 he would have a surprise for me. I couldn't imagine what it would be. I got fucking horny in anticipation. I had a little gstring pair of panties and thought it would be fun to walk around in them, the string rubbing my ass and my bulge filling out the pouch. I had been working out for almost a year and my body was toned as much as I could get it. I headed in to the theater and there was James. He looked even hotter than I had remembered, a dazzling smile lighting his face when he saw me. "Hey handsome, right on time." Yep, it was exactly seven o'clock. I pulled out my money but he told me to put it away. "Are you kidding? I put out the word you were coming tonight to my friends and they will cover you." "Really? How many guys did you call?" "I called four and told them they could bring someone too if they wanted. The word is out that a hottie will be taking loads in the theater." "What's the surprise?" "Oh, you'll see," he laughed. "I have a surprise too," I said. Yeah, what?" I unbuttoned my cargo shorts and opened the front, revealing my red panties. I rubbed the front, filling out the pouch nicely. I looked around the store and didn't see anyone so I dropped my shorts, showing James my bubble butt with the string riding down my ass crack. "Fucking hot, man. Give me your shorts and shirt." "I don't know about that. My car keys are in them." "They'll be safe with me. Come on, there are guys in the theater who will love seeing you strut around in that." I thought, why not, then stripped down to the gstring, passing my clothes to James. He put them under the counter and started rubbing his cock. I was getting hard, my boner poking the gstring material up. "Get in there before I bone you right here," he said. "Besides, your surprise is awaiting." I had to see what the surprise was! I headed in to the theater and when I opened the door there I was up on the screen, riding up and down on James' cock while he sat in the chair in the hallway of the arcade. The video they had shot of me when I had been there a few weeks earlier was the feature porn of the night. I wasn't sure of the legality but I had to admit it was really hot seeing a cock pound my cunt for everyone to see. I walked around the back row to let my eyes adjust and hands brushed my ass as I walked by. I strolled down the side aisle, fully lit by the movie screen, my bubble butt rising and falling with each step. I went to the very front of the theater and put my hands on the stage, bending over to expose my hole. I pulled the string aside and fingered myself. I needed some lube so I spit on to my finger, pushing my middle finger in a little more. I turned around and saw there were at least ten guys in the theater already, most with their dicks out and stroking. I rubbed the pouch of my gstring, then released my cock, stroking it as I surveyed the theater. I saw a couple of guys on the side aisle who looked like they might be fun so I headed over to them. They were sitting side by side, both cocks out, stroking each other. They were both in their late twenties, built well and had at least seven inches each. "You must be the guy James said was coming," said one of them. "You gonna get loaded up tonight?" "With any luck," I said. The guy on the aisle reached over and took my cock in his hand. Then he leaned over and licked the tip. "Nice precum. Very sweet." Then he started sucking my erection, bobbing up and down on it, taking it to the back of his throat. The other guy got up and began to massage my chest, playing with my nipples. He reached down with one hand and rubbed my hole with his finger. "Not wet enough," he said, then dropped to his knees behind me and began to lick my butt cheeks, then pulling the string aside and sliding his tongue in to my hole. He proceeded to fuck my pussy with his tongue. I was in heaven as one guy worked my front and another worked my back. Guys started gathering around us, some sitting in seats in front and in back of us, some joining in right there in the aisle. One guy said, "Holy fuck, you're the guy in the movie!" I just moaned as hands were all over me. Then the guy who was rimming me pulled the gstring off of me and tossed it in the air. "A souvenir for one of you lucky stiffs." "Fuck, James was right, this guy will do anything!" said another. I gathered that these were all his friends. The guy who had been rimming me got up behind me and I felt his boner on my ass crack. He tried to push in but I was too tight. He dropped another load of spit on his cockhead and pushed in a little. "You're going to take this cock, bitch." More spit and more pushing. Someone passed me some poppers. I took a hit and relaxed my hole. Soon I felt the cock pop past my sphincter. "That's it. Open me up," I cried. "Get me ready for more cock." He began pumping in to me, his spit working with his precum to act as lube. I knew I was going to get many loads tonight but this was the first and I wanted to enjoy it. I lifted my leg on to the armrest in front of me so everyone could get a good look of his cock as he fucked me. The guy who had been sucking me got up and slapped my ass. "I want a turn now." "Fuck, let him cum in me first," I said. "I want cum." "I'll give you cum," said another guy and stroked a huge load on the to small of my back, dripping down my ass crack on to the cock fucking my hole. "There," said the guy who had been sucking me. "You have cum in your hole. Now I want my turn." His buddy pulled out of me and he came up behind me, bending me over the armrest, my ass sticking out in the aisle. He closed my legs then pushed his cock all the way in with one stroke. "That's it bitch. Keep those legs closed so you feel like a real pussy." He began to pump my ass and more guys were around us. Faster he went then he pulled out and shot a big load of cum on my butt. The heat of his load felt great. He rubbed it on my ass, then fingered it in to my hole. "Thanks, buddy. Now you can take someone else." Another guy pulled me up from the armrest and made me get on my knees. He came up behind me and began to fuck me doggy. He didn't last long but did leave a nice deposit deep inside me. Two more guys took turns on me doggy, tag teaming me. One then the other would fuck my cunt. I was getting pretty loose. Then I heard a familiar voice. "I brought him guys. My turn." I looked up and there was James, completely naked, his eight inch rod at attention. He reached his hand out and he pulled me up off the floor. "Come on, let's go up front." He took me to the front of the theater and had me lay on the edge of the stage. He lifted my legs up and pushed his huge dick in to me. My legs were over his shoulders as he piston fucked me right there. I leaned my head back and could see myself getting my ass filled on the screen. "I fucking love your pussy," he said. He pumped harder and I could tell he was getting close. "Load me up James. Breed my hole. I want you so bad." "Aaaaahhhhhh," he cried and pushed all the way in, holding his cock deep inside me as he throbbed against my hole. I reached down and felt his cum leaking around his cock, oozing slightly out of my hole. He pulled out with a little pop and kept my legs spread with his hands. "Nice cunt,"he said. "Look at my cum dripping from his hole, guys." Then he flipped me over and told another guy he could have me. The guy got behind me and began lapping James' cum from my hole, digging deep with his tongue to get every drop. He got up and guys started taking turns on me. One after another, dick after dick fuck my hole, dropping load after load. I had no way of knowing how many loads were inside me, how many were on my butt and hole. A few guys got on the stage and came on my face, a few feeding me their cum, making me eat it. I was a total whore and James just kept guiding more guys in to me telling them I was the same guy that was getting fucked on the screen. I guess it made them think they were breeding a porn star, but actually I was just doing it because it felt so fucking good. All of a sudden the lights went on in the theater. I was laying on the stage covered in cum. I looked up and James was just smiling. "Looks like you closed the place down." "But I want more," I said. "Tell you what, my buddies want to make another movie. I'll let them fuck you but then we have to go. Come out here." He pulled me off the stage and we walked naked to the main store. It was now just James and three of his buddies left. He had me go over to the gay video section and his friend gathered around me. I sucked one, then the other, tasting my ass on their cocks. They had all fucked me at least once already. James had his camera out and was shooting the action. He directed the guys as to what he wanted. He had one of them get on the floor. "Now sit on his cock." I did as he told me and leaned forward when he told me. One of his friends got in front of me, dropping his cock in to the mouth of the guy fucking me. "Now eat him," said James. I began to rim the guy in front of me, licking his musky hole, pushing my tongue deep. He moaned with pleasure. Then I felt the third guy behind me. "Yes," said James. "He's open enough for two. Push it in." Then I felt another cock invade my hole, James getting it all on video. I was getting dp'd on the floor of an adult bookstore while rimming another guy. I was in heaven. "Come on, pump him guys. Work those cocks in to him. I want to see cum all over his hole. Two loads. Come on guys." They began pumping together, wrecking my hole for any further use that night. The guy I had been rimming turned around and made me suck him. He pulled out of my mouth and stroked his dick. Cum covered my tongue. "Show it to me baby," said James. I opened my mouth and stuck out my cum covered tongue, then pulled it back in and drank every drop. The tops were now pumping faster and James told them it was time for them to cum. The guy on top pulled out and stroked a huge load on to my hole while the other guy fucked me. "Turn over baby," said James. I did as he told me and rode the cock in my hole, stroking my own cock as I milked the cum out of the top beneath me, looking in to the camera the whole time. James trained the camera on my hole getting pounded as the guy shot his load deep in my gut. Then he stroked his own cock next to mine. We both stroked and soon there was cum exploding from his piss slit, covering my cock, making exquisite lube. I was soon cumming, shooting a huge stream of cum up my stomach and chest. "Fuck, dude. That was intense," said the guy who I was still sitting on. I laughed as James pulled me up off the floor. "I hope I didn't disappoint you guys." James tossed me my shirt. "Wipe yourself off with this, cum slut." I wiped the cum from my face and torso but left it on my butt and hole. I planned on feeling it as long as possible. I slipped a finger in to my hole and brought it to my nose. "Ah, I love the smell of cum."

#BumDickStalker – Who got that AIDs dick? Can you tell the difference in taste when a guy shoots in your mouth and his cum is filled with AIDs? Can you feel the difference when he blows in your ass? The venom, the toxic acid, the hell fire spit, the dick that streams poison and death tastes so much better, and feels so much greater than any other. My voice is hoarse as my vocal chords feel burned and my insides are twisting from his virulent stew that is brewing. So it began -#BumDickStalker. What do you do when your god issues a commandment? You obey – or should anyways – guess that’s why there’s hell or whatever for those who don’t. Well my god, my MASTER, is a straight-thug-fag abusing-uber alpha-swamp footed-evil mother fucker, and I’m honored to serve him. Yet I had to wonder, how low can one go? How much degradation is too much? At what point does the humiliation for his pleasure stop? I guess the answer is 'never'. It had been a typical work week like any another. Busy as fuck and I was tired. And my Master was demanding as ever with a list of shit I had to do for his financial and perverted pleasure. Each week I received a list of tasks to complete and Master was not happy unless I reported back that I was getting bred raw like a slut and had some BBC planting his load in me. To get there, I was typically ordered to respond to at least five Craigslist ads per day, in addition to placing my own. The ads he preferred me to hit were ones from straight or bi guys who were as desperate for pussy as I was for dick. Anonymous, drinks, smokes, gas money – whatever it took to entice them I had to do. When, as expected, I would not hear back or get an outright, hostile rejection, I had to share that with Master for his twisted pleasure and enjoyment. He loved to laugh and tell me I was a ‘cock hungry ferret’, but on those occasions when it did pay and I found a DL man who just wanted a pussy – any pussy to fuck - and I got another guy’s load, Master would praise me saying “Good job, keep up the great work!” Feeling totally frustrated and in excruciating need of dick, I decided to take my mind off my troubles and go for a nice walk. Luckily I live near the river and there is a nice path, some benches to sit on and enjoy the view, as well as a few hide-away bushes and fuck dens where, if one is real lucky, one might find an eager dick. The sunny day and clear air helped, but the lack of any potential dick added to my desperation. I was about to turn around and head back home when I saw a tall, dark man in the distance by one of the benches at the end of the yacht club storage house. I wove my way through the few other people on the walkway and as I got closer saw he was in Army fatigue pants, a black short sleeve shirt, camel boots, and was standing guard over a couple large bags. He looked quite clean, but I immediately thought – ‘homeless’ and my ass clenched a little as it was rare to see homeless guys hanging around this part of town. I was about two yards away when he turned, the cigarette in his mouth dangling precariously on his lip. I stopped like I had just been caught doing something. He scrunched his eyes, scratched at his beard, cocked his head so his gray/black dreads dangled to the side a bit, then took the cigarette out of his mouth and raised his chin in the universal, “What’s up?” greeting. “Hey, how’s it going?” I asked. Lame, I know, but that’s what came out. “Good, good, good my man. Good my man. Just enjoying this beautiful day right here,” he replied as he thrust forward his right fist to bump mine as a greeting. He was taken aback though when I held out my hand for a handshake instead and the smile he gave me in welcome was truly heartfelt, and also showed me his badly stained teeth. I then had to focus on the pain now shooting up my right arm as he gripped my hand. Fucking hell, he was strong as shit and felt like he was breaking it! The sinews and muscles in his arm flexed and bulged and I thought, ‘hell, for a homeless dude he’s damn cut and powerful'. Of course my next thought was, ‘..and I bet he would be a rough dirty fuck’. Well, I hoped to find out. Suddenly a crowd of construction workers, tourists, and locals seemed to descend from nowhere and my courage took flight like one of the ducks from the river. I quickly handed him a couple $1s, excused myself, and headed back home where I jacked off twice in a row thinking about him fucking me and sniffing my hand for any trace of his musk. Like a good dick chaser, I reported this Master and his email response began with, “WTF!!!” That’s never good. A ‘WTF’ is like a parent using your full name – you know shit’s about to hit the fan. Master went on to tell me I better get my ass back out there and lure that bum dick in using all my fag-pussy tricks so I could get his dirty AIDs cum. Now Master knew I got fucked raw and had once asked me my status and then that was that. It was never anything addressed specifically again and he had never before told me to chase dick specifically hoping I would get a load full of AIDs. Maybe my bug chasing ways were rubbing off on him? The following few weeks my #BumDickStalker activities would have made the beginnings of a great police blotter: - I walked by his bench early in the morning on my way to work and a couple times when he was there and sleeping under an old blanket, I left a pack of cigarettes, or a bag with a sandwich, or some other little offering. - I walked by his bench every night coming home and would even sniff around a bit hoping for some lingering man funk smell. - I caught a glimpse of him one night as I left the grocery store and with full bags in hand, stalked him for three blocks trying to catch up with him. - I began doing large circuits around those blocks looking for him if he was not on his bench, and I always had my offerings in my backpack of cigarettes, something to eat, and an extra five dollar bill in my pocket. - I saw him up by the Metro entrance begging for change and I hung around, circling, trying to find an opening. The more I failed to track him down beyond glimpses, or a quick run in in front of the grocery store, the more Master rode me. He dismissed all my excuses of ‘never the right time’, ‘too many people around’, ‘the guy had too many bags with him and I didn’t want people in my building to see’, or that ‘the guy seemed just more than a tad crazy’. The first couple of times I saw the homeless guy he seemed good, but then a few other times he was talking to himself, pacing back and forth in short little loops. Once I caught the whiff of his smoke – spice – and that shit can fuck you up big time. Also, instead of carrying on any sort of conversation as much as I tried, whenever I gave him a five dollar bill he would start a rehearsed speech that was the same every time: “Abe Lincoln was a free man. He was a free man and a lawyer. Abe Lincoln fought for the rights of his countrymen and by God I shall too until every man is free….” The first time I listened to the entire speech. It was a long one. The second time I lasted about halfway through and was impressed, but frustrated. The third time I just gave him the cash and bolted. Finally one afternoon as I did the extra circuit on the way to see if I could spot him, there he was, resting under the shade of a large tree in front of a building just a block from my house. I did a quick scan behind, and it was all clear, no one seemed to be walking this way. A quick scan ahead, and side-to-side seemed good too. My palms got sweaty, my throat dry, I felt nervous as I approached him. Like a gentleman with the best southern manners, he rose from the bench and smiled as I approached and held out his fist to bump mine in greeting. His brow was damp with sweat, his camo pants and jacket looked dirtier than I had ever seen and the skin of his arms had a light coating of dust. “Hi, how’s it going?” I asked using my standard greeting. The homeless guy took the cigarette butt from his lips, threw it into the grass by the sidewalk, reached into one of his bags that contained his world, and pulled out a Subway wrapper with a half eaten sandwich. “This from you?” he asked. I nodded. “Well I don’t much like roast beef, but whatever,” he continued on, “Thanks though. Guess you left the cigarettes too?” I nodded again. “So what do I owe for all this generosity you been throwing my way?” he asked. There it was. The opening. Weeks of waiting, wanting, needing. I looked up into his bloodshot eyes – he’s a good deal taller than me – and said, “I…umm…just trying to be friendly. I recently moved in up the street, saw you around, and well…” OK, now or never, I could not blow this chance, might as well get right to it, “…wanted to help you out if I could. And…I…well if you might be up for making a little cash thought maybe I could help you out some more.” PHEW – there. I said it. Sortof. Kindof. Not really. The homeless guy sat down, unwrapped the rest of the sandwich and started to finish it off. I just stood there a second not sure what to do, until he casually pushed his green canvas bag off the end of the bench to make room for me to sit down too. When he did however, a pile of things spilled out of the open top onto the ground and I quickly knelt to pick them up for him as he continued to chew nonchalantly and watch me. A few t-shirts, some crusty socks, a well read copy of the Bible, and wrapped up and poking out of a holey towel was a large Ziploc bag. As I grabbed it, the sound of hundreds of little pills echoed around the bench. I slowly turned the bag side to side, and around, reading the labels as I did so. They were all scripts from the Whitman Walker Clinic and included various antibiotics, pain meds, but what made me stop and stare were the bottles of AIDs pills. Some quite old, some newer, some seemed partially full and others maybe never opened or barely used. I recognized the names on the bottles as I had taken many of them too over years. Other bottles I had no idea what they were but my ass lubed up right then and there thinking about how his virus must be mutated like a B-horror movie. I looked up and the homeless guy had an evil smirk on his face that caused his upper lip to slightly rise revealing his row of fucked up teeth – a predator’s smile. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, brushed a few bread crumbs off his beard, stood up and stretched then ran his left hand up and down his stomach and said, “Much better. OK, come on.” He then bent down, grabbed three of his bags, nodded to the open one I had been putting stuff back into and told me, “You grab that one.” Not a word was said about the pills and maybe he thought I did not know what they were and he was trying to stealth breed me! Fuck! That made me rock hard just thinking about. The walk to my condo was a quiet one and while I tried to make small talk with him, the homeless guy seemed more interested in his own thoughts and even just nodded when I told him my name, without giving me his in reply. Fine. That’s cool. I liked anonymous dick. When we got to my building I used my digital key to open the door to the outside stairwell on the end and held it open for him. I was not trying to hide him, but knew the security guards who monitored the cameras in the lobby would call or come by if they saw him walking in with all his bags looking as dirty as he was. Up the stairs I went, hoping he was getting a good view of my ass on the way. Down the hall to the far end we reached my condo, I unlocked the door, he stepped in, dropped his bags in a jumbled pile in the hall, and strutted into the living room. “Nice. Nice place you got here,” he said. “What you got that’s good?” I was not sure exactly what he meant, but went to the kitchen and pulled out a couple options for him to smoke, asked if he wanted beer or liquor and when he said he wanted something clear I grabbed the Vodka bottle and a glass with some ice. I set everything down for him on the side table, flipped on the TV, hit play on the DVR and watched as he squinted with interest at the porn that came on. “Let’s get down to business,” he said, “What do you need done and how much cash you got?” Damn, did I really have to say it? He saw me hesitate, put the cigarette between his lips, slid the clasp back on the belt holding his pants up, dropped the fatigues to the floor, unstuck his balls from his thighs and said, “You trying to get some thug dick? You can see I got a nice one and I’m straight, but I’ll hustle if you pay-to-play.” Nice? I was thinking gigantic, huge, delicious, chewy, drippy, thick, OMFG! And THUG is my favorite flavor. I eagerly nodded my head and he said, “Well get the fuck over here and start sucking it.” I dropped to my knees and scooted into position, looked up and asked, “Can you shoot more than once? I got like $60 on me, plus whatever you want to drink, smoke, eat and stuff.” He placed his large, right hand over his dick as he thought about it, moved his hand away, smiled and said, “Let’s just say I got more cum than most folks can handle. Are you most folks?” I wasted no time then and twisted my head and cupped his slimy balls with both hands as I flicked out my tongue for my first taste – RANK, SALTY, SWEATY, MUSKY - ALL MAN! I bathed his balls in spit while gently guiding his dick to the right out of the way. My hands held onto his thighs, which seemed just muscle and tendon like skinny chicken legs or something. The homeless guy was focused intently on the porn and his smoke, with the occasional lean to the side for the bottle of Vodka. He was skipping the glass with ice and hitting it straight. I repositioned myself and spit three times onto his flaccid, uncut dick. It was crusted in spots, dark and delicious looking, and I opened my jaws wide so as I rolled the skin back on the head I could slide the shaft as deep as possible into my mouth and throat before closing my lips over it. I forced myself to taste it all at once to inundate my senses with his dick funk. I pulled back off, breathed in, closed my lips over his hardening shaft again, and then with his dick completely in my mouth began running my tongue all around the rough edges of the head, scooping up the cheese and crust – the potent smegma that only certain men can truly make. The homeless guy liked that and moaned in pleasure before grabbing the back of my head hard and forcing me to get down to serious business. Over the next few minutes his dick swelled, deflated, swelled, before he finally pulled back and said, “I gotta piss.” I frowned as I watched him waddle into the bathroom with his pants still down around his ankles and boots. I quickly followed and asked, “Hmm…you want me to drink it for you?” He looked at me, scowled, shook his head, “Naw, I ain’t into that freaky shit,” and continued to stand over the toilet willing his bladder to release. I stepped back into the living room and a few seconds later heard the forceful rush of piss against the porcelain as his bladder let loose. He finished, popped his head out, “Come here.” I had taken the time while he pissed to shuck my pants and my dick led the way back to the homeless treat. Once in the bathroom he backed up, his heels against the tub facing the sink and mirror that filled the wall. On the shelf above the sink was a torn, crumpled Polaroid picture of a nice looking woman. I faced him, he spun me around and said, “Time to take some dick!” I couldn’t have agreed more and happily bent over, my face inches from the sink bowl. He paused, “You got some lotion or something?” I shook my head. “No, just want it dry or with a little spit – want to feel it.” That made him laugh and he replied, “FUCK YEAH, FEEL THIS BIG DICK,” as he started pushing at my dry ass ring. It wouldn’t go. His dick bent, curved, my hole clenched tighter. Nothing. The homeless guy did not get frustrated, just took a step back, squatted behind me with his big hands covering my cheeks, spread my hole apart and inhaled. “DADDY’S HOME NOW HONEY. IT’S ALL RIGHT NOW. EVERYTHING’S GONNA BE ALRIGHT. SWEET SWEET PUSSY HONEY,” he said right before burying his face in my hole and kissing, lapping, slurping, and priming it with his spit. His beard was rough, and his tongue felt like sandpaper, and I loved it. When he had had enough, he straightened back up, aimed his missile, and pushed. Once he forced himself a little in, he pulled his t-shirt off over his head showing some faded tatts running up his side. His ribs poked out with every breath, his clavical showed, but his abs were cut so he was either wasting or super tight/thin. I was betting on wasting and my hole clamped down on his dick like a kitten on his momma’s tit. “FUCK HELL YEAH – TAKE THAT DIRTY DICK,” he said. Holy fuck my ass about snapped his dick off right there! So many meanings – like earth dirty or disease dirty – and in this case I was literally betting the house it was both. I moaned in pleasure, “DID I HURT YOU HONEY? YOU WANT DADDY TO STOP?” he asked with true concern in his voice. I meekly told him, “No, please fuck me daddy,” and he did. “I’ve missed you honey,” my BBC bum said as he pushed the dreads out of his eyes, “YOU’RE PUSSY IS SWEET LIKE A GEORGIA PEACH. WET AND MISTING ON MY BALLS, THICK LIPS FOR DADDY TO SLIDE AGAINST, JUST THE PERFECT CUNT FOR MY DIRTY BABIES.” I moaned and groaned even more and pushed my ass back and out encouraging his AIDs dick to fuck me deep. He had just started to pick up the pace when he suddenly stopped, backed out of my now wet hole, and said, “Stay right like that.” The BBC bum went to his bags, rooted around, came back with the Ziploc full of pills, set it on the toilet, fumbled a bit, opened a couple of the bottles and then choosing carefully set a few pills out on the toilet, closed the lids, then proceeded to roughly stuff each pill up my ass. I moaned and he used my hole’s wetness to force two fingers in, his dirty and long nails cutting my gut lining as he explained, “YOU KNOW WHAT THOSE ARE HONEY? MY DICK VITAMINS. MAKES MY CUM GOOD AND POTENT SO MY BABIES WILL TAKE. YOU WANT SOME BABIES HONEY? WANT SOME OF DADDY’S BABIES? WE BEEN TRYING SO LONG FOR CHILDREN, NOW I THINK YOU’RE READY TO MAKE SOME BABY BULLS FOR ME.” OK, now I’m thinking he’s back on the edge of crazy, but his big black dick had felt so good I could deal with some crazy. This time when he shoved his man meat back into my secret chamber, he had gone from BRICK to ROCK to STEEL. His dick swelled to the extreme. “DADDY’S STROKE GAME IS AWLAYS ON POINT. I STILL REMEMBER HOW TO MAKE THOSE SUGAR WALLS SING DON’T I HONEY? THAT FEELING GOOD? BEND OVER A LITTLE MORE, THAT’S IT…LET ME UP IN THERE…TRYING TO PLANT THESE BABIES DEEP…TRYING TO FILL YOU UP…MOAN FOR DADDY…LET DADDY KNOW YOU LIKE HOW I’M STROKING IT…MOAN FOR ME HONEY….MOAN FOR ME YOU FUCKING COW SO THIS BULL KNOWS YOU MEAN IT….WHITE COW PUSSY FOR BIG BLACK BULL DICK…READY FOR THAT DIRTY DIRTY NUTT…READY FOR THAT BULL SPERM AND BABY BULLS…FUCKING….OH JESUS FUCK…YES HONEY!! YES HONEY!! TAKE MY BABIES!! TAKE ALL OF ADDY’S BABIES!! OH JESUS YOU GOOD AND PREGNANT NOW FOR SURE!!” Yeah I’m sure my neighbors heard all that and did I care? Not a fucking bit as my ass was full, throbbing, and my guts were roiling from the charged up AIDs cum my BBC daddy bum just gave me. “Taste it for me honey,” he said as he slowly withdrew from my well-fucked ass. His long dick was slick with funk and the cum/ass juice strands seemed almost greenish in tint against his dark skin. I didn’t get to taste it long before he took my hand, walked me into the bedroom, climbed up onto my bed and pulled me towards him. He then rolled me onto my stomach, got behind me, and buried his face in my ass again, slurping and relishing his aftermath. Soon he was ready for round two and this time as he sank balls deep into me, there was no resistance, just a welcoming of his warmth and steel. In the next hour my BBC daddy bum fucked me in multiple positions, fingered my ass with his long fingers and sharp nails leaving little bloody trails on the bed cover, and planted two more loads of his POZ cum inside me. No not just POZ – full on AIDs cum. I was sure of it now as he laid beside me, soundly asleep, his snores coming in regular beats. I was able to study his face now, the sunken eyes, the drawn skin over his skull, the sunken cheeks partially hidden by his beard, the lesionish looking spots on his body. Did the fact that he had kept the crumpled Polaroid always within sight someplace on the bed as he fucked me freak me out? No. Whatever it took, I was willing to do. I held his AIDs bull babies in my guts as long as I could, but finally I had to use the bathroom. When I did, I stood up and examined what came out – the spotting, the thick ropes of cum and ass juice, some gut lining, and swirling chunks of now discolored and broken pills. Can you OD from having pills shoved up your ass? Too late now to worry about that and when I thought about how he must have been on and off a dozen or more AIDs meds and how mutated and resistant his virus must be, I had to stroke myself a few times knowing his bugs were now swimming inside me. My revelry was interrupted as the bathroom door banged opened, my BBC daddy bum walked in, his dick hard and angry, his eyes quickly took in what I had been admiring, and he smiled. The bum then dragged me roughly back towards the bed, pushed me forward, I got on my hands and knees as he slammed into his new home he exclaimed, “I AM RA, YOUR GOD, YOUR KING, AND YOU ARE MY EGYPTIAN QUEEN. SACRIFIC YOUR PUSSY FOR MORE OF YOUR MAJESTY’S ROYAL JELLY!!”

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.

There are some guys who will only play safe, but I think the number has dramatically dropped in the last 10 years. I have one fuck buddy who is like that. Because we've been friends for so long, I don't mind using a condom with him. He does it because he is married and his wife is okay with him playing with guys, as long as he uses a condom. Even though he is on PrEP now, he still only fucking with condoms. Of course, I'm still trying to get him to try it bare with me. Other than him, I'm not sure the last time I met a guy who insisted on a condom. None of the "Safe Sex Only" guys have even mentioned it. I've bred/been bred so many college guys who post "SSO" in their profiles I don't even keep count. Now with PrEP, the number of guys who insist on condoms will likely drop even more. There is this stud on A4A with a gorgeous almost 10" uncut cock that I wanted to play with forever. He wouldn't because he would not fuck bare. But now he is on PrEP and breeding guys left and right. I've enjoyed his dick twice and he is an amazing top. Hopefully the day will come when everyone will be fucking bare again. Cum in a condom is such a waste.

No doubt, for many of us, bare back sex is one of the real pleasures of our life. Many men can never go back to a latex wrapped world after they experience that skin to skin feeling of a hard cock slipping into a willing ass. Of course, like so many things, there is a risk. As others pointed out, there are prevention options (someplace) but many of us just take the risk. And, many of us (me included) become infected with a whole variety of interesting bugs. Understanding and accepting that risk is a huge part of enjoying hot bareback sex. There is a reason HIV+ is feared. The health issues and expenses related to the disease are part of the issue. The judgment and discrimination related to being poz are other concerns. Still, some of us understand those issues and manage will after we convert. Certainly not everyone has the same experience. Some guys fuck bare a lifetime and never get the virus. Others get nailed with the toxic cum kind of quickly. In my own case, I started taking poz cock raw on my birthday last year and tested poz within 90 days. In summary, if you can't deal with the consequences, then keep away from raw cock. If you understand what is ahead, relax, enjoy...but know what you are in for.

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

Just do it and have fun.

Found a twink taking loads during the blizzard within walking distance. He was wearing only a jock when I arrived, and I could taste cum when I rimmed his ass. I tossed him around a bit before sliding my thick cock into his cum filled hole. I pumped him full with a two day load, leaving his ass ready for the next cock.

Met up with a hot neighbor guy I've had my eye on for months. He hit me up during the blizzard and came over to drop two loads in my ass, He's got a great fat seven inches and let me know he loves a cummy hole. Dropped the first load about 2 minutes in then kept pumping and 20 minutes later he dropped another. Cum is running down my leg and we have plans for a group breeding once the streets are passable and we can get more guys to seed my ass. Gotta love when snowstorms provide cock.

This reminds me of a story a doctor I knew told me. He'd been a doctor in the Marines and was stationed on a ship. They always lectured the silors before they got liberty to make sure they used condoms and avoided STDs. When one of the sailors reports to him after a port call and tests positive for syphilis, my friend lectured him about condom use. It turns out that the sailor, who was still a teenager, had used a condom, but he had decided to go for a second fuck and simply turned the condom inside out to reuse it. Apparently the mechanics of STD transmission were a bit beyond this kid's understanding. He also had a sailor report back to him after returning from shore to display his cock with a condom full of cum still on it to ask if he'd done it right. How my macho doctor friend restrained himself from fucking those sailors himself is beyond me.

I was so horny this lunch time and was working in city centre manchester so had a long lunch in Basement. It was not very busy but spotted fit lad in his mid 20s. short but with a nice looking body followed him a bit but lost him. I went into the dark room to check it out. I could see the outline of a much taller guy. I wandered over feeling his body it was great solid muscle. I felt down to a very meaty cock easily over 10inch. I dropped to knees and slobbered allover and tried to deep throat him i did ok but no way of getting it all. He stopped me and said he was going to cum and didn't want to cum yet. As he left a shorter guy entered. It was the young lad. He walked over and dropped to his knees and sucked me he was an average cock sucker but i wanted to blow in his arse. Feeling his body i worked to his hole. Hairless and very tight i needed to breed him. I stood him up turned him to the wall he grabbed some lube and passed me a condom. I opened the lube and lubed his nice tight arse i opened the condom fumbled about a bit and just dropped in on the floor. I pushed in raw and he moaned and whimpered a bit i started slow and built he. He was so tight i was not going to last long. He soon got into it and was pushing back every thrust. He was turning in a real cock hungry guy. A few second later he stopped and pulled away. I asked whats wrong he had felt my cock slipping in and out and he noticed i was not wearing a condom. I said don't worry ill not cum in you and anyway you don't need to worry. He said ok but don't cum. I fucked him a bit longer then without warning him shot deep in his arse. He asked if i had cum i just said sorry. He looked a bit annoyed but who cares. As i was leaving he was getting dressed into his costa uniform. So if you have seen a short cute lad with brown hair working in a costa coffee in manchester today. He probably had my toxic load in his arse.

$5 FOR CUM: I had to keep shifting my pants as I followed Booker down the street, away from the soup kitchen as my ass was throbbing from Lil’John’s 11.5 inch Rican dick and dripping from his big load. He stretched me out good and I felt I was walking a little awkwardly as my hole tried to get back to its normal shape. I wished Lil’John had fucked me more, but instead, I was now following Booker down the cold, windy streets to an abandoned building where he said the homeless guys hang out. First, we had to get some change as Booker said all the big, dirty (and I hoped charged up) dicks were going to fuck me and for every load I would pay them $5. Hence the new tramp stamp he had given me with a Sharpie before we left the soup kitchen: $5 FOR CUM Booker found a corner store where he knew the owner; we got a thick wad of $5s, which he tucked into his front pocket; and proceeded several more blocks to an even seedier looking area than what Skid Row had been. We stopped in front of an empty lot, strewn with heaps of trash, bent and stepped through a split in the chain link fence, and walked to the right side of an old loading dock where the gap between the fence and the wall was barely big enough for a person. About half way down the wall Booker stopped, bent, used two fingers to pop open a piece of plywood that was covering a busted door, and we stepped inside. It looked like an old warehouse or maybe manufacturing plant of some kind and as we entered the first large room I saw several groups of men huddled around barrels, burning whatever they found to keep warm. Others were sitting on old car seats smoking, drinking, laughing. While not warm, it was far better in here than in the bitter wind outside. No one paid us any mind as we meandered our way through the patrons of this hole in the wall joint. Booker walked with clear knowledge of where he was going and we went through a couple more rooms, then took some rusted, metal stairs down into the basement, then through another door and down again, our way lit by the flickering flames of fires in several small, metal trash cans. There was a film of water on the floor, rats scurried here and there, and the hall we were in was stuffed with pipes, vents, and various mechanical noises. A light shown from the far end and as we got closer, the temperature got much warmer. I could hear voices, and smell the rank of wet, moist, sweaty bodies. We stepped through the twisted, metal door and into another world. The room was fairly large, I could see several men sitting around on boxes and old chairs, and there was a criss-cross stack of old, torn mattresses to the side with a few others scattered around the room piled with rank clothing and debris, or people for all I could tell. The air was heavy with smoke, and it was HOT! I quickly realized half of what I thought was smoke was actually steam that was coming out of a valve halfway up the far wall. From the midst of men, Brucie stood up, a big ass grin on his face as he walked over, shook Booker’s hand, then grabbed me in a strong embrace. Booker laughed and said, “I think someone’s happy to see you,” and without further warning Brucie started pawing at my coat, pants, and other clothes getting me undressed. “What the fuck is this place?” I asked. Brucie looked at me, then Booker and I guess Brucie did not like to speak much as Booker answered, “Brucie’s dad used to work in this building when he was a kid so he knows all the tunnels and shit that run through the neighborhood that the maintenance people used to use. As you can see, some of the buildings around still have heat and power, so Brucie and his friends just help themselves a bit. Keep warm, safe, and gives them a secret hideout to have fun in. Hell, Brucie’s even rigged up a hose shower someplace down here, but don’t think the fuckers use it much from what I can tell. Ain’t that right Brucie?” Brucie answered, “Yes,” and by this time had me stripped and a crowd had gathered and Brucie, as our host, took first dibs and slid his thick AIDs filled dick up my cum filled ass. He then fuck-walked me a few steps to the side so I could grab a metal post for support and once Brucie was balls deep he dug his filthy nail into my hips like the fuck he gave me earlier and yelled, “RELEASE THE KRAKEN!” which startled the hell out me. Everybody fucking busted out laughing, but not Brucie, who was on a mission to fuck my sloppy ass good and hard. Unknown hands ran over my naked body, outlining the cash offer tramp stamp on my back as Brucie fucked me. Booker scooped up my clothes, pulled a chair up and sat down near my head and lit up a cigarette while Brucie banged me out. To be heard over the jeers, cheers, and slut calls, Booker had to holler a bit, “YOU’RE A FUCKING FAG FLESHLIGHT YOU KNOW THAT? NOT EVEN A GOD DAMN PERSON. JUST A FUCKTARD FOR THESE GUYS TO USE. JESUS CHRIST YOU’RE A WHORE! A TOTAL, GRADE-A MITCH – OR MAN BITCH.” I only grunted in reply as Brucie straightened, tensed, and took two steps forward as he planted another load inside me. I sighed, my body relishing the POZ jizz. Brucie slid out of my ass and harsh words were exchanged between who would be next but through some sort of communication I did not understand, the men around me stepped me back, Brucie patted me on my back and smiled in thanks, then pulled his pants back up before walking over to the back of the room. He came walking back a minute later with two stools and set them by the post side-by side. Brucie then scavenged around some more, found a piece of plywood that met his satisfaction and a few old pillows, came back, arranged them one atop the other and smiled at his handy work. Yardey fuck bench and just the right height for me to get doggie style and suck dick while being fucked. I realized this was probably not Brucie’s first time doing this little set up and the smile and knowing look in his eyes confirmed that. I wonder how many suburban pussies he had fucked down here? Fucking nasty sluts and now I was one of them! “LISTEN UP FUCKERS,” Booker yelled, “YOU ALL KNOW THE DEAL. OUR MAN BRUCIE HERE HAS BROUGHT YOU A LITTLE TASTE TODAY, SOME TRUE DOWN TO EARTH PINK HOLE THAT’S JUST FUCKING CRAVING DICK. LET ME TELL, I’VE SEEN THIS CUNT TAKE SOME MEAT SO LINE THE FUCK UP. ITS ABOUT THAT ROUGH, RAW, AND REAL SHIT TODAY AND FOR EVERY LOAD YOU BLOW IN THAT SLOPPY PUSSY, I GOT A $5 FOR YOU UNTIL THE STACK RUNS OUT. HAVE AT IT!” I was surrounded by hungry, hungry dick and caught glimpses of a few true monsters in the midst before my head and mouth was forced to focus on sucking a stanky, crusty dick that pushed between my lips. My stomach clenched and I gagged and the men laughed and I loved it and as my throat relaxed to let him in, so did my bruised ass lips as the first homeless guy slammed up in me with nothing but the cum I had there for lube. I don’t know how they arranged who would go in what order, but Booker had been right when he said they were all big and I was in pig heaven! The dirty fuckers were all talking smack as they took turns, egging each other on, or letting their fellow breeders know what they were doing: “MY ANACONDA’S FUCKING DEEP IN THERE – SNAKE IS SPITTING… CREAMPIE BITCH TAKING MY POZ LOAD… LEMME INSPECT THAT BOOTY, OH HELL YEAH! TAINTED LOVE FOR YOU BABY, TAINTED LOVE…. PLANT THOSE BABIES, YEAH FUCK THESE KIDS I WON’T HAVE TO SUPPORT… POUND THAT ASS, POUND IT HARDER!... FUCKING PRICK TEASE, RAPE THAT HOLE, TEACH YOU A LESSON… MY DIRTY DICK FEEL GOOD? STUPID BITCH TAKING MY FUCKED UP LOAD…. BANG IT OUT, TRAPHOUSE PUSSY RIGHT HERE!!” It did not take long for me to start sweating from the heat of the room and the intense pounding my ass was taking, but they would not let me up and no mercy was given. The one pause in the action was when some dude I was sucking shot his load in my mouth then got pissed when Booker would not give him $5. “That’s not what the fucking sign says,” Booker explained. “It goes in his bug chasing ass if you want the cash. If you shot it down his throat, well that’s just a bonus for him so get the fuck out!” Finally, I could not take it anymore and quickly spit the dick out of my mouth and slid off the bench before the next guy could stick his rank meet in my ass. Booker leaned down and looked me in the face, “What the fuck you think you’re doing? You know the deal. Ripper wants that cootch so swollen its got its own zip code, so no matter what, you ain’t done.” I assured him it was not that, it was just between the heat and the position, I needed a break. Booker nodded, picked up his chair, took it over and set it down by the mattresses, came back, leaned back down and pushed me onto my back onto the damp floor. He then knelt, jammed three fingers in my ass and started digging around as I squirmed and snarled, “YOU GET THAT WORTHLESS ASS UP RIGHT NOW AND GET OVER THERE!” The gangbang bunch seemed to like this idea even better and as soon as I was bent over the pile of mattresses and being fucked, a couple guys got on them with me, rubbing me, pissing on me, spitting on me, talking shit, making me suck their dick, anything they wanted. I had – I felt – taken the multiple guys pretty well especially considering this was not something I had done before. Next up was a top that was a good 11 inches and thick and on his wasted, thin body, it looked much bigger. The man had that Heroin chic look with ribs that poked out of his chest, hip bones like an anorexic, and I was not sure there was enough muscle on his body for him to fuck me. I scrambled off the mattresses and got on my knees on the floor and worshipped him, kissed his sunken form, and slurped on his Nightshade dick. All the blood in his tortured body quickly rushed to his big cock, and with my ass back up on the mattresses, he pushed my hips down, did that sprinter straddle one leg up shit on the bed, with the other angled back, and scraped my insides from edge to deep fold as he plowed me. I gasped in pain, pleasure, and delight! “FUCK MY ASS, FUCK ME HARDER, BREED MY NASTY HOLE!!” I begged. He tore me up, shot his load into my cum filled guts, slurped out, and I braced myself for the next anonymous dick. The raw dick kept coming and the $5 kept being peeled off and dished out by Booker for each load. These guys were not hanging around as once they had their nutt and cash they were off to find their next high, meal, or hustle. A pair of shadows descended upon my back, cast by the mammoth BBCs that now stood over my tempting hole. The room hushed, and I knew this fuck would be special and I wanted it, needed it, craved a fucking beating in my guts that would totally fill me. Booker knelt on the scuzz covered mattress pile and said to me, “I think you were told to be careful what you wished for? These DL, gutter-tripe brutes fuck to rape, rape to hurt, and hurt to shred and infect. No going back now fag. You been chasing that bug, well these tube steaks are rotten to the core and long past their expiration date.” I flipped over and stared at the twin mountains of man flesh that planned to envelope me in darkness. Looking up, they seemed incredibly tall, thick, and psycho-killer scary looking. Long scraggly hair, bushy beards, missing teeth in their smiles, and their black skin was covered in layers of dust and dirt giving them a zombie-esque look. Their dicks were thick and one looked about twice as long as the other and from my vantage point I could smell their ripe balls and unwashed dick heads. YUMM!! The mattress pile sagged under the weight of the first Titan who sat down on the edge, flipped me back onto my stomach and buried his furry face in my sloppy ass. His tongue felt as big as some dicks as he slurped my hole and I shifted my hips and spread my legs apart to allow him full access. When he came up for air and said, “AAAHHHHH…..DAMN GOOD SLUT BUTTER,” I turned my head to see his bushy beard now matted with chunks and streams of the various loads that had been planted in me. He then laid back on the bed, grabbed me hard and pulled me up onto his chest so that I had to straddle his girthy body. His hands grabbed my head and guided me to his mouth, where his tongue flicked back and forth, frothy with ass juice and anxious to share. I inhaled my last breath of fresh air before I was lost in his funk, his scratchy beard, and his forceful kisses. As we kissed, he spread his legs wide and I could feel his dick growing, growing, and growing against my left side. His partner in crime then climbed onto the mattresses in the vacant space made, and started scraping my ass crack and hole with his dirty, sharp fingernails and asked, “YOU READY TO SERVE THESE BAD ASS-MOTHA-FUCKAS WITH THESE FOOT LONG SUBS? YOU READY TO GET TAG FUCKED, DOUBLE STUFFED, AND SHARED LIKE A GOOD BITCH? YOU READY TO GET THESE LONG DICKS IN IT – STUFF THAT PUSSY AND MAKE IT TALK BACK?” “Please give me your fucking AIDs dick!” I cried. They both laughed, grunted and wheezed, and the man behind me snarled, “FUCKING FAG CANCER IS THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES NOW. YOU’VE LANDED THE FUCK IN SODDOM AND GOMORRAH.” Booker knelt on the edge of the mattress pile and got in close to take more cell pics of cum being pulled out of my ass like taffy by the BBC’s calloused hands. Then as the man on bottom held me tight and continued to kiss me, his partner forced his stallion dick into my slutty ass, pushing streams of old cum out like cake frosting from a tube as my assailants got down to their dirty business. Booker continued to click away with his cell, “Fuck damn. Ripper’s gonna love seeing this shit.” My rapist pushed hard and fast with no mercy, “TAKE THIS FAG CUNT WRECKER. LUV MAKING GROWN MEN CRY. RAPING IT WITH MY BIG OLD BLACK DICK. GONNA BANG THAT BACK AND MAKE YOU SAY MY NAME. COME ON NOW, OPEN THAT CUM DUMP ASS FOR ME. FUCKING $5 WHORE. THAT’S ALL YOU ARE. GOD DAMN WORTHLESS SHIT DOWN HERE LETTING THESE PANSIES RUTT UP ON YOU LIKE THAT. YOU LIKE THAT BLACK DICK? HOW’S THAT MONSTER FEEL? FEEL LIKE YOU GOT TO SHIT? THAT’S THE WAY IT SHOULD BE – STUFFED TO THE FUCKING GILLS WITH MY NASTY DICK AND BLOODY CUM LOADS.” I was caught between two mounds of man flesh and my mouth was being worked by a greedy tongue, while my greedy ass took a desperate pummeling. My mouth was getting chapped and chafed from the rough kissing and the longer the fuck went on, the deeper into my mouth the guy kissing me tried to get until my jaws were open so wide it hurt. I cringed and cried out into his mouth as his partner vacated my ass and climbed off the mattresses. He then let go of my head and I finally got to breathe and squinted my face and rubbed my mouth to get the feeling back in. I turned my head and asked plaintively, “Did you cum?” The guy who had been fucking me was standing there flopping the ass juice off his dick and laughed, “JUST GAVE YOU A QUART OF OIL. GOT IT PRIMED FOR YOU.” The guy who had been kissing me pushed me off his sweaty body, rolled off the side of the mattresses, walked back around to the end and said, “Get down here.” I figured he wanted me to suck him but instead, he roughly pushed my head down and put it into a WWF head-lock between his beefy thighs. He then reached forward and grabbed my right arm and twisted is back and held it firm as he scraped and clawed at my asshole and then spanked each cheek red and tender so the outside of my ass matched the inside. He released my head and ordered, “SUCK ME. I WANT THAT LONG NECK. CHEW ON THAT FORESKIN FIRST, BITE IT HARD, MAKE ME SEE THOSE TEETH MARKS, THEN CLEAN OFF THAT WHITE, CHUNKY HEAD CHEESE.” I started to set up on the end of the mattresses so I could do that and he slapped my face and said, “NO DUMB QUEER. LAY ON YOUR BACK. I’M GONNA STUFF THAT THROAT.” I quickly flipped over and got a great view of his skyscraper dick and full balls that drooped and flopped like Bassett Hound ears. I started to gnaw on his rank foreskin, he started to tweak his nipples and moan and groan in pleasure, and soon I was choking and snotting as he played Gag-the-Fag. “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!” the throat fucker yelled at me for the third time. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to touch him, feel his hairy legs as he made my throat sore, and at times try to guide his 12+ inch wrist thick dick. His partner found some frayed, wet, old rope in a corner someplace and bound my wrists together so now I had no choice to give him the neck he wanted. I gasped and fought to clear the funk out of my eyes that had dripped from his dick and my mouth when he finally pulled his dick out. I didn’t have much luck before he flipped me onto my stomach, my bound hands uncomfortably jammed against my sternum. “WHEN WE MUG LITTLE WHITE SLUTS LIKE YOU WE TAKE IT ALL. ALL YOUR CASH, ALL YOUR GOODS, AND ALL YOUR HOLES,” my banger bros said in warning, “READY TO FEEL THE FORCE OF A MANDINGO MASTER? READY TO GET THAT PUSSY MURDERED?” My ass was open and well fucked, but the son of a bitch still hurt like a demon when he jumped into my hole and started pounding. Each thrust scooted me a little forward on the mattresses as he dug deeper and harder inside me. He was a man on a mission and pounded with ferocity, stretching me wide open. I closed my eyes and relished the depths at which he plunged and he knew I was loving it when he laid his face next to mine as he continued to fuck and whispered, “Fucking good bitch. Taking it all. Next time I want you to fight me. Fight back hard as you can. That shit turns me the fuck and I’ll rape you so fucking hard you’ll be stepping sideways for a month.” I mumbled, “Yes Master,” which made him groan, growl, and slam harder. He than yanked his dick out, pulling my insides with it and making me feel like I had just given birth to a 60 pound calf that had ruptured my womb. I got flipped onto my back, the blood and feeling rushed back into my bound arms now that my – and his – weight was off them. His partner was standing to the side stroking his hefty dick, which was raring to go and Booker was angling to get the best shots on his cell. I hope Ripper was happy with what he was seeing as I sure the fuck was. My fucker lifted my legs up and braced my ankles against his chest, then with his giant hands cupped my ass cheeks, hefted me up a bit, and pushed his slippery dick back into my bruised ass. “HA, HA – THAT’S RIGHT – I KNOW I’M BOTTOMING OUT AND HITTING ALL THOSE CUNT SPOTS WHEN YOUR EYES FUCKING ROLL BACK IN YOUR HEAD. BEG FOR THIS FUCKING DICK! TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT THAT PUSSY MURDERED AND BRED!” Several minutes later I stood on shaky legs, my hips feeling like they were displaced and my body aching as Booker angled me for another money shot picture of my hole that he said was black and blue, swollen up, and dripping from that final load. He laughed and said, “I don’t think we have enough $5s left for that beating you just took.” Booker was right. While the other dick I had taken was all good, the last two fuckers were…well fucking amazing…and I had an idea of how maybe I could pay them back. An hour later, I was back in my room at the seedy hotel on Skid Row. I had been stripped, hog tied, and sandwiched between the last two BBC breeders from the abandoned building. They were happy to accept my offer of coming back to my room and keeping my holes filled until they ran dry, but for now they were being surprisingly tender as they took turns kissing me, sliding their dick in and out to keep my ass open and wet, and making me feel like a double stuffed Oreo. I knew that wouldn’t last though, especially as they both began to whisper between the kisses of the rape to come.

PART 4 .... Guess who just left my apt? I am sitting here with a butt-plug fully in place. Keeping Mauro's load sealed in my ass. No dripping or leakage this time, I'm going to let my ass marinate in his cum all damn night. I can barely see clear, so typing this out is taking a very long time.... I had communicated with Mauro twice since our last meeting, telling him to NOT drop by any more. No visits, no texts, no calls, no anything. After the last couple visits, I wanted nothing to do with him or his friends again. Getting too damn trashed to function wasn't going to work out really well. After work I went to the gym and then had dinner with a friend, managed to finally get home just after 8:30pm. Very very busy at work all week and am now very very tired. Going to walk and feed the dog then go to bed ... I park my truck around the corner from my bldg, get my backpack out then head to my apt. I turn down the walkway alongside the bldg off the alley and see Mauro sitting on my back-doorstep. Damn it. My neighbors are all on their front lawn right outside my door. I quietly tell Mauro to go home, I have nothing for him. He pulls out a small bag of T, maybe a half a teen, hands it to me and says that he's sorry for all the bullshit and for getting me so fucked-up with spiked T. He says that I can keep the bag, it's free, and he wants to fix any problems I have with him. I let him in the apt as my dog is having a nervous breakdown now that she has heard me, she really needs to walk. I get her ready and tell Mauro I need to go. He follows me out and heads off. When I return about 20 minutes later, he's back on the doorstep. What the hell? He shows me his pipe and torch, again in front of the neighbors and their kids. Damn it!! I let him back in and tell him that he's screwing up again. He hands me the pipe and torch, says I should try some of the T and make sure its okay. He doesn't want to leave unless I like it. I tell him to go sit down while I take care of my dog .. I'm hoping he will just leave if I ignore him. He stays seated, waiting for me to finish. Damn. Okay, I give up. I pick-up the pipe and torch, light-up and do one hit. I am still dealing with the week long crash from our last encounter. The 1st hit really effects me fast ... I actually seem able to calm down for the 1st time in a week. damn........ he always has good Tina. He sits there, sprawled back on a chair, rubbing his crotch. I do another two hits, let them fill my head, let everything fade out. I drop to the floor on my knees. He asks if its good. Hell yes!!! Very strong, no weird side-effects crap. He says that I can keep the torch and pipe too. Says take another. I do two more deep pulls... best I've felt for too long. He pulls off his shorts, leaving on his boxers .... the boxers are ripped on the seam between his legs. He pulls his dick thru the rip, fully hard with that damn 1.5" of foreskin hanging off the end. Already looks like it's full of pre0cum. He says to stand-up and take my clothes off. I do it .. I very slowly strip naked, still holding the pipe .. he says turn around .. I slowly do it ... he says bend-over and show him my ass ... (I know I need to stop!!!) ... I turn my back to him, bend over and spread my ass ... he says back-up ... I get close to him, between his spread legs .. he teases my hole with one of his fingers, slow circles, tugging the hairs around my hole. He tells me to take another hit then grabs my waist pulling me closer. He starts licking my ass. .. his tongue takes several long rides from the back of mt ballsack to the top of my ass-crack... stops his tongue a couple of times along the way to tease my now very horny and wet hole .. I push back trying to get his tongue into me .. he begins to finger my hole again, working one finger in to the base .. asking if I want more ... pulls out his finger then works his tongue in deep , soaking my ass, sucking on my hole, chewing my ass-lips. I'm lost in this, giving all the access I can. He has me straddle the chair, his tongue buried in me, he pushes me down to suck on his hard uncut meat .. I'm fukn choking on his dick, taking every inch I can down my throat. He bucks and shoves his dick up deeper down my throat, pushing my head down with one hand, holding my ass in place with the other. He still has his mouth on my asshole, sucking, drilling and chewing my hole raw. He pushes me up, grabs my hips, pulls me down on his cock .. he's fully buried in me in one motion, grinding his dick deeper into me. My hole is torn-up, from his chewing on my ass-lips and now getting ground-up by his trimmed pube-hair. I'm flying from the T and his feasting on my ass .... now full impaled on his dick, feeling the full length of his cock, every inch, every vein, every throb of his meat in me. Fucking flying!!!! Fucks me for over an hour, every position available, I end up on my back on the coffee-table, holding my legs back while he's standing over me pounding faster into my ass. He finally slams in hard, deep, fast. He groans very loud as he starts pumping is load into me. I know the neighbors heard him call me a fucking cum whore. He pumps what seems like a gallon of cum into me, then stays inside when he's done, dripping sweat, soaked ... asks where my toys are at .. I keep my ass clenched on his meat as he pulls out, I want his meat in me. I get every drop out of him. I very slowly get up and find the toy box. He picks out my 18"X3" double and gets me back on the coffee-table. He says to pull my legs back, spits on one end of the double then jams the toy in, deep fucks me with it, drives his load in deep, I take all but the last couple inches. He says that's fucking hot, he's tearing my ass up ... asks if I wanted it .. hell yeah!!! After maybe 15-20 minutes of feeling the double riding my guts, he pulls it out, grabs a 3.5" wide plug and shoves it in .... OH FUCK!!! Says to keep it in all night ....I need to save his load.... he hopes I like the T .. He says he'll be back to fuck-up my ass again. He grabbed his stuff and left. I stayed down, hanging off the table. I stayed there for another half-hour, trying to calm down.... severely trashed ... feeling damn good. I still have the T, the pipe, and his torch ... Breathe ...............trying to slow down, to calm down ............. damn ............. very very good T .. very strong ... no wipe out or disconnect so probably not spiked .. I am guessing ... Moved from the coffee-table to outside on the doorstep again ... naked with the butt-plug in place .. no dripping .. no leakage ... fucked and eaten so damn good!! My ass is feeling very sore and damn good ... still high ... still uncalm ... Getting fuk'd-up was probably not a good idea to do tonight ... I have meetings most all today ... no slips allowed ... mgmt is not fun to deal with on a normal day. So need a long break from this party crap... but also so need to get fuk'd over and over and over ...... A hard dick filling my ass is my main goal ... the cum/load is a massive welcome extra and major turn-on ... hot raw dick juice/cum/seed filling my hole ...... but the feel and sensations and surrender to raw hard cock in my ass will never be topped ... fucked senseless ... all damn good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

Cody: Sunlight streaming in the bedroom window caused a bit of haze as I very slowly awoke. The two day drive from Seattle to Dad’s house in the suburbs of Chicago had really taken a lot out of me, but after a couple of very groggy minutes I realized I was in his bed, alone. I figured he had likely gone for a run. I really love sleeping in Dad's bed. Although I would have preferred to find him sleeping next to me, at least I could still smell him. My Dad and I started having sex several years before I left for college. It wasn’t an affair as much as it was pure hormones. Being a horny teen, I was eager to learn about sex, and Dad was more than willing to be my guide. I never complained, especially since I had long since adjusted to the reality I was gay, and, as my relationship with Dad expanded to include sex, I was more than ready and receptive, especially since then as now, Dad maintained had a nicely toned body. As I lay there in his bed, it occurred to me my morning wood was in complete agreement. After high school I was accepted at an out-of-state university. Fast forward several years of fun and hard work, and now, post graduation, I had a degree in finance and was back at my Dad’s house. I was horny and wanted his body more now than ever before. I couldn’t get enough cum. In college I had been a real pig, and sucked off more than one roommate. I’m surprised I came away from college without coming down with one STD or another. Anyhow, Dad was now 43 to my 22 years, but as he exercises religiously, he is still really young in my eyes. I was always slim and had been on my high school’s swim team, which helped get me a scholarship and to tryouts for the college swim team. I was trim, and I definitely like my body, but my 'little Cody' was doing all the thinking. I imagined if Dad were here right now I’d be sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. I wondered why we hadn't fucked the night before. I know I wanted him, and he had been very happy to see me, but as I had been exhausted by the drive, I guess I just passed out. The thought of Dad fucking me got me rock hard and horny to the point of distraction. Something needed to happen soon; I wanted, no, I needed Dad's cum inside my hole, especially when I thought back to my experiences in years past with Dad. I really liked it when, as we fucked, Dad would get verbal and nasty, calling me his cum hole. My cock started to leak. I got up to piss, and afterwards checked my phone. There was a text from Dad that read, “Getting an early run in, back soon Cod.” My name is Cody, but as long back as I could remember Dad has used the nickname 'Cod'. The kinky part of me wanted him to call me his “cum hole,” and tell me how he was breeding my ass. Fuck, I wanted to taste his cum. I decided to shower and get myself together before Dad got back. I was horned as fuck and thought about jacking off but decided to wait until Dad got back. I was determined to get his load. Dad: It was nice watching Cod sleep was nice, and knowing he needed the rest, I decided to let him sleep in and use the opportunity to hook-up with one of my regulars, Sam, I guy I met on Grindr. Sam and I have been fucking a couple of times a week or so for nearly a year now; with Cod away at college I had to have relief, and Sam satisfied my needs quite nicely. I have always barebacked, and had always topped with Cod but after he went away to school I decided to explore the role of a bottom and started taking bare cock from several guys, Tom, Alan, Nick, and Sam - just a few of the guys I had fuck me at one point or another over the last few years. I loved taking it bareback. I initially asked about the top's status but when Alan answered "I don't know," I decided to still take his load. After taking Alan's load I stopped asking the guy's status. I just wanted to be fucked hard and to take big loads of cum in my ass. I really had no idea if I’d ever taken a poz load of cum until I met Sam. He’s now 28, 6’ tall and lean. He reminds me somewhat of Cod, even if he is a couple of years older. He told me upfront that he was HIV positive. I replied I was HIV negative, but didn’t care either way; the truth is my cock had never been harder. What I didn’t know is that Sam did care about my status: he only wanted to fuck guys who were negative, and since he and I had hooked-up and I made switch to being a cum pig, one who had no trouble that an HIV positive guy was regularly fucking me, Sam had decided me wanted me to convert. Meanwhile I couldn’t get enough of Sam, and was flattered Sam couldn’t seem to get enough of me. He asked if I was still negative, but as I hadn't been tested for quite some time, more than a year or so, even if I had taken many of Sam's loads, still I had to answer that I didn't know. Sam frequently commented "I hope you convert," and "I'm gonna make it happen," but as far as I was concerned it was more of a matter that maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't, but as he was on meds I knew the chances were slim. Whatever the case, however, I definitely wanted him to fuck me - either way. I took a very short run and made my way to his place for sex. I was horny and given the thought of Cod laying naked in my bed, I needed poz cum right now. Sam and I had a fairly regularly routine: I would let myself in, strip naked and climb into his bed, and then we fucked hard and heavy while he told me how he was going to knock me up. “Hey sexy, fuck I’m so horny,” I called out. “Get on your back. I want to see your face while I breed you,” he replied as he entered the room. I flipped over, legs up and he thrust in roughly with no lube. He had fucked me so often that his cock goes in easily, and honestly it didn't really hurt, although I was surprised he was balls-deep on the first thrust. “Gonna’ really breed you deep this time, Mark. You want my poz cum?” “Fuck yeah, give it to me" was all I could mumble as he road my ass. Sam looked down at me, smiled, and leaned over, giving me a deep kiss. I could feel his sweaty nuts resting against my ass. I love that sensation. Somehow it really makes me feel like the top is in complete sexual control of me. “Sam, I’m so fuckin' horny. I want you to blow your poz cum into my hole. I want you to give IT to me.” “Oh yeah, you twisted fuck," he grunted, asking “You want me to poz .. uhhh... maybe both of you?” Sam knew Cod was back at my house. I knew what he meant. I was conflicted, but grunted approval. Sam knew we’d be fucking and if I was, or converted, I might pass it to Cod. “Yeah, you do want that. So fucking hot." He kept banging me, keeping-up a good rhythm, grunting and banging my ass. And, as he did so he remarked “I stopped taking my meds. I want you to be HIV positive." “Uhhhhhh… uhhhh… fuck me”, was all I could manage, “Fuck, it into me.” Sam was in full stride now, kissing me, he was looking me right in the eyes with a very devious grin and he knew that I wanted this as bad as he did. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… close”, he was kissing me hard now and “Uhhhhhhhhh…. FUCK… cummmm… ” and like that, he unloaded in my ass. It seemed like a really intense orgasm for him. As he lay on me, his hard cock plugging my ass, french kissing me, he sweated profusely. “I’ve been wanting to do that since we met,” he eventually commented. “Stop meds?” “Yeah. I wanted to convert you before we were really open about it and I knew I’d probably have to take a break from the meds to do it for real." “That’s so hot that you told me the way you told me just as you were about to blow. How long have you been off them?” "About a month or so, now, so I'm sure I'm toxic." We kept making out, Sam was so hot and his cock was still hard and still inside me. I knew I was a horny pig and I liked it bareback but I never thought of myself as chasing. Right now I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than another load of his poz cum, so I murmured “I want more.” He, on the other hand, was still out of breath, and replied “Let me rest. Maybe you’ll get something you can’t get rid of.” I was hard and leaking. I hadn’t cum, I rarely did when Sam fucked me, but I started thinking about Cod and my cock started to leak. I felt an odd pang thinking I was going to give Cody cum, knowing I might seroconvert from my sex with Sam. Cody: I finished my shower, ate something and started to think about Dad. I was about to text him when I heard the door open, and in walked Dad, looking a bit sweaty and worn-out. "That must have been a good run," I commented. “Good run? Uh… yeah, good, wore me out. I think I’m going to get a shower." I could smell his arm pits as he walked by and it made my cock hard as he walked past me. “Dad?” “Yeah, Cod?” I walked up close to him and looked him in the eye the way a lover does, “I’m glad I’m home.” “Me too, Cod.” He smiled, kissed me, and then entered his bathroom, I nearly passed out in anticipation of the pleasures in store.

All of the characters in this story are fictional and of legal age to participate in any and all sexual acts depicted within. If drugs, gay sex or straight guys getting bred offends you, then go away and knit or something. Chapter one Wanting, Taking, Having Almost one hundred and thirty years ago, Oscar Wilde wrote ‘I can resist anything except temptation,’ so chances are he wasn’t referring to me specifically. Still, I often wonder if somehow he knew, or at least had some inkling about the temptations that guys like me deal with daily. God knows I try to be good but I haven’t been able to say no since the first time I tried tina. Unlike a lot of guys I know, I am not what you’d call a meth whore. My habits tend more toward pot and booze, but every few months I will engage in a rare weekend of puffing, playing and eventually pounding ass like it’s my last night on earth. This wouldn’t be quite so surprising if I wasn’t so clean cut and innocent looking. Truth is my unsuspecting demeanor and outer appearance are a product of my genetics and small town upbringing, while my perverted party-loving personality was a more recent development caused by a mix of curiosity, help from a friend and…temptation. During my late teens, I discovered parTying when I was hanging with a dude I’d met at a very cruisy public bathroom near my house. The whispers around the lockerroom filled my head with ideas as guys shared stories of forbidden sex acts in the dark stalls after dark, stories they attributed to buddies and older brothers, but likely came from personal experience. Each rumored blow job or hand job made my imagination run wild, and when my latest girl friend refused to go further than some groping through my shorts, I gave in and took a detour through the park to find out just how true these rumors were. Part of me expected to walk through the rusting metal doors and find nothing more than a stinky, poorly-maintained park restroom, and I wasn’t disappointed. Both stinky and poorly-maintained were the perfect descriptors for the small concrete block building, they just failed to describe the contents of the building: horny, sweaty men engaged in all sorts of depraved sex acts. Dim light from the one working light near the sink was more than enough to show me a collection of hot cocks filling palms and mouths at every doorless cubicle. Nervous and unsure of myself, I walked to the closest urinal and whipped out my dick, trying to piss with a full blown hard on. I willed my cock to go soft before anyone noticed, but no such luck as an older man stepped up to the urinal next to me and unzipped Glancing over, I tried to act nonchalant while memorizing the sight of the large uncut meat the man was stroking. My gaze floated up to his face and I realized he wasn’t even trying to look away, staring hard at my teen meat while licking his lips. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed my cock and swallowed it whole before I could stop him…not that I was going to, of course. Sensations shot from my penis up my spine and into my brain, eliciting a moan and a scream before I unloaded down his gullet in under a minute flat. Smiling, the man stood up, produced a business card, shoved it in my pocket and told me to let him know the next time I needed more service. Outside on a bench, I retrieved the card and squinted to read it by the lamplight overhead. All it had was the man’s first name “Dave,” with a phone number and email address. Balling it up, I almost threw it away when I heard another groan from the bathroom, and decided to pocket it instead. It took Dave some time and a few very dirty chat sessions to convince me to finally meet him at his house. Up ‘til then I had only been back to the bathroom twice, but I gave in when he showed me some photos of a few of the guys he’d invited to join us. It was still almost five months later before Dave tried to convince me to smoke tina. I’d seen him smoke it with some of the other guys and he’d made it clear I could join in if I wanted to, but I was still young and innocent and thought that all drugs were bad (thanks, school propaganda). One night, a few months later, he had me and another guy over to play, and after plying me with weed and some strong drinks, Dave offered again. Even though I’d declined numerous times before, he was always polite enough to offer. As usual I started to say no, but before I could, the third guy stopped me and insisted I try it. Turns out he was not just there to play, he was also Dave’s dealer, and he was touting how amazing this stuff was, swearing that I’d “never find anything better for your first REAL high.” I am not sure if my response surprised me or Dave more, but for some reason, I said okay. Nervous and scared, I listened as the dealer, Aaron, explained what to do with the pipe. Watching him fill the bowl with white crystals, my mind was spinning wondering what the hell I was getting myself into and not hearing a single word Aaron was saying. I tried to watch what he did and imitate him, but after it took three or four tries to light the torch, I was too eager and didn’t wait for the crystals to melt and ended up getting nothing. “Here, lemme do it bro,” Aaron took the torch and pipe and held them in front of me, showing me exactly what to do. “Okay Rhett, hit it…now.” While I inhaled the clean white smoke, my mind began comparing it to pot, noting how much cleaner it tasted and wondering how much I should take. As I exhaled, all of that disappeared, along with any other thoughts in my head, replaced with just one idea: must smoke more! Within seconds I knew I’d be hitting it as much and as deep as I could that night. The only thing I knew I wanted more than the tina was cock… and lots of it. By the time the party ended, almost 24 hours had passed and I’d fucked both guys twice and sucked them off a couple times. My parents were furious that I’d disappeared so long, but I told them some lame story about my car breaking down way out in the boonies where I had no cell service, and spending the night on the backseat waiting for someone to stop and help me. Their anger became concern and I ended up with a new phone from the deal. It freaked me out how much I liked partying. So much so that I stayed away from Dave and any and all drugs for three months before getting a text including a picture of Aaron and Dave shirtless while the back of some guy’s head sat at their feet, groping their bulges. Once again, temptation got the best of me and I was headed back to his house. Just a few hits and I found myself pounding Dave’s ass while Aaron screwed some twink I recognized from my school’s drama club. Before tina, I would never have let a guy I knew see me like that, but now I could care less.

Note to all my stories: What I post in the fiction section is really and truly fiction, products of my diseased, perverted mind. This story had its start in a guy I saw at Club Z many years ago, long before I discovered bugchasing. He was a troll, looking at him disgusted me, skinny, wasted, missing teeth, much like the Troll in this story. As revolted as I was I couldn't help being fascinated by his cock, it was lovely. Long, hard, perfectly formed, my mouth almost watered watching him stroke it slowly as he looked me in the eye. I wanted to suck it, feel it slide up my ass, squirt me full of his obviously diseased cum. He smiled at me and I turned and fled. I never saw him again, but I still think, what if...? Infected By the AIDS Troll I swallowed when I looked at the Troll, he was obviously sick. I'd seen guys with full blown AIDS before and it had always disgusted me. Now it made my dick hard to look at him and imagine his diseased cock raping my neg ass. He was gaunt, obviously ill, with a big belly that was not from beer. His legs were spotted with a few small Kaposi's marks. He didn't look that bad, but he obviously had AIDS. Did I actually want to let this diseased, AIDS ridden troll fuck me and cum in me? My dick throbbed with the answer, I did. I'd taken never taken a load I knew was poz, had just tested neg after a long dry spell. Now was my chance to get what all my jerk off fantasies revolved around, taking a poz load. I'd finally had to admit to myself that it turned me on more because it would be a load of AIDS cum. We were at a meet and greet for poz men. The organizers put a line in the publicity for the meeting that reluctantly welcomed 'poz friendly neg men', an obvious euphemism for bugchasers like me. I'd recently admitted to myself that I was a bugchaser, what better place to find someone willing and eager to spread the bug than here? I'd thought I'd meet some hot, young, fit guy and go back to his place and get poz fucked. Now my asshole was wet and aching to feel the Troll's diseased cock raping it, tearing it up, making it bleed so his AIDs bug would surely infect me. Troll smiled, a big, shit-eating grin. sure enough, no teeth, just raw gums. I almost shot my load, he was disgusting, I knew I'd be his bitch in minutes. He'd zeroed in and approached me, his name was Tom. The place was packed, he pushed up against me, pressing his hard cock into my butt, then reached around and groped my equally hard cock. We spoke briefly, then he wandered away and circulated, but his eyes kept track of me. My descent into bugchasing started when I saw references to 'charged loads', 'gifting' and 'pozzing' on the net. Soon all my fantasies featured me taking poz loads. When I first stumbled across accounts of young guys taking loads from old, AIDS ridden trolls I'd been revolted, but my dick was always rigid and oozing. More and more I jerked off to more extreme bugging fantasies featuring disgusting AIDS ridden trolls. Why was my dick hard and oozing, about to cum in my pants when I looked at him? I tried desperately to hide it, but I wanted him to bend me over the table and give me the hardest buttfucking of my life, ramming his diseased cock in me hard enough to tear my ass bloody and give the virus that infected his cum a straight shot at my bloodstream. Tom snickered as looked me up and down, he knew what I needed. He wore loose sweat bottoms and his cock was swelling as he looked me, tenting the crotch of the sweats. I couldn't help but stare, it was obviously large, thick and long, I went weak in the knees with a need to suck it, to make it grow, make it hard, so he could violate my neg ass and infect me with his disease. The place had thinned out a bit, men were making out, a few were on their knees sucking, one pair were fucking urgently. Tom looked at me and leered, my time was near. He pushed his sweats down and his cock flopped out. I whimpered, it was beautiful, magnificent, long, thick, big helmet head, a long foreskin lapping over a huge PA. My ass ached as I thought of how much it would hurt when he shoved that AIDS dick in me, how he'd tear my ass open and create clear paths for his disease to find it's way into my bloodstream and infect me. He pulled his shirt up and pushed his sweats down, he was gaunt and wasted, full belly, obviously diseased, Kaposi's on his thighs. I swallowed and dropped my pants to my knees, then turned around, leaned against the drink rail and stuck my ass out. Seconds later I felt the wet head of Tom's cock nuzzle my needy asshole. I moaned and pushed back, he chuckled and slapped me. "Easy, boy! I'm the boss here, you're nothing but a sick bugchasing bitch. You'll get what you want, but you'll get it like I want to give it to you. Tom pumped nine inches of hard dick in and out of me. He popped the head out, then back in, fuck it felt good! A few more minutes of slow fucking and he chuckled. "You like my AIDS dick in you, don't you?" "Fuck yeah, fuck it's good, give it to me." "Oh, I will, you're gonna get what you want tonight, gonna pump a creamy load of my AIDS cum into your tight neg ass, just like you want. I'm full blown. Yeah, you're gonna get it tonight, gonna poz you tonight, gonna infect you tonight." My stomach lurched when he said that. His dick felt so good in me, I loved he had AIDS. He would infect me, I should ask him to stop, or pull out and cum on my ass, not in it. It was so good getting fucked, it was so hot having an AIDS infected cock in me. My ass felt really wet, like when a man had cum in me, had he? I couldn't, but I knew some guys could cum more than once per fuck. Had he already shot in me? My dick pulsed at the thought, I could have AIDS cum in me now! I almost shot my load, it was so hot thinking about getting AIDS cum in me, I wanted it. "You gonna cum in me, gonna fill me with AIDS cum?" "Already shot once, your neg ass is full of my AIDS cum, my AIDS babies are in you now, I just pozzed you, just infected you, you got my strain." I moaned and shot my load, it was too late, he'd cum in me. No point in asking him to stop. And it felt so good, I wanted another load of his poison cum. "Fuck that's hot, cum in me again, give me another load of AIDS cum!" "Oh, I am, I'm pozzing you tonight, just like you wanted." "Fuck yeah, poz me, give it to me, poz me, infect me with HIV! Give me your strain!" I wanted it, wanted to get pozzed, infected with HIV. I might already have been, would be if he fucked me enough. Yes, he was infecting me now. "Sure thing, bitch, gonna infect you tonight, just like you want, gonna infect you with HIV." "Yes, infect me, infect me with HIV. I want you to infect me with HIV, I want your strain!" I looked at him fucking me in the mirror, he was full blown, he had AIDS. I felt his swollen AIDS belly against me and knew he was for real. I wanted his strain. "Give me your load, I want your strain, infect me with HIV!" "Already have you sick fucking faggot, already infected you, take my AIDS cum, faggot!" He shoved in hard and moaned, I felt his cock swell and a warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated and filled my ass with his AIDS cum, giving me his strain.

This started just over 3 weeks ago. While walking my dog after work one afternoon in my usual outfit of denim shorts and a white wife-beater...met Mauro, maybe 50, Blatino, 6", a little heavier than me, maybe 195, dressed in snug blue jeans and ratty pullover, friendly guy, says he lives a few blocks from me. Mauro walks up to me and asks about my dog. Says he's seen me several times and wants to know if I'm married. Married? Hell no. I have enough trouble with the dog. We head back toward my place and he asks about my apt and the bldg. 96 yrs old and needs some work. He asks to see my apt. We go in, talk a while when he finally gets to the point ... he asks if I'm gay, says its hard to tell, Yes. Asks if I party .. Sometimes. More questions then I send him on his way, I get up at 4a for work and have too much to do. He says he'll drop-by sometime ... Just after 9:00 that night, someone is knocking at the back door. Late eve uninvited guests are rare and I would usually know when someone was dropping by anyway. I answer and it's Mauro from earlier. He's still in jeans but now also wearing a white wife-beater. He says he has some supplies. Okay, come on in for a minute... He drops his backpack on the living room floor. Pulls out a water bottle and a small towel. In the towel he has a loaded pipe and a small red torch. Have a seat. He says he borrowed some shit (his words!) from his friend and wanted to see if I liked it. We talk for a few minutes then he gives me the pipe and torch. Yeah, I'll try one hit then I'll try to direct him out. I light up and see that the pipe bowl has a couple large rocks in it. The torch melts the T in just seconds, massive clouds form. I take my hit and get filled very quick... massive cloud ... massive head rush ... gawd ... I try to hand it back to Manny but he asks if it's good and says to do one more hit. Damn T is very good, my head is already filling and I feel it really well ... I take another big hit ..., he sits in front of me rubbing his crotch .. is it good? Hell yeah. He just sits back and I take two more deep hits ... he asks if I have any plans tonight .. I pull off my shirt, shoes, then my shorts, no underwear ... he says to stand up. I stand.. he asks where the bedroom is. I say to stand up and drop the futon ... seem to be moving very slow ... he opens his jeans and his 7"dick flops out ... long thick uncut meat ... a lot of foreskin ... I drop and slowly take his dick full down my throat ... he grabs my head .. I bury my face in his pubes and swallow his meat.. still getting harder .... the damn thing reaches full size down my throat ... he groans and grinds into my face .... He pulls out, strips, gets on the bed and lies back. I lean over him and suck on his hard dick ... full sized and hard as a damn steel rod .. close to 1.5" of foreskin still hanging off the end. He reaches back behind me and begins to tease my ass ... just light probing and rubbing my hole ... I deep throat his meat as he humps up into me ... he's groaning and slowly getting more aggressive on my hole ... licking his fingers and working one deeper into me. Half hour of this .. sucking and ass tease .. He says to straddle his face ....I climb over him, he reaches up and he pulls me down to his face .. eats my ass slow .. just light tongue at first while I bury my face back into his crotch .. he slowly gets deeper into it and me ... tongue fucking my hole .. working a finger in then deep tongue again ... I sit up and move down onto his face .. he begins to feast on my ass... chewing and sucking on my now soggy hole .. he'spulling my hips down to get in deeper . I lean back down and get his rod full buried down my throat .. at least 8" of dark uncut meat .. sucking and chewing on his foreskin ... sucking on and licking his massive hairy balls and sack ... he's got a rubber cockring around his balls .. damn things must hang a good 6-7 inches from his crotch ... Another half hour ... he says he needs to get up .. I move off and stay down on my knees .. try to get my head clear a bit ... he moves behind me, pulls my ass up a little higher and drives his tongue back in ... he's grinding my ass ... chewing on my ass lips ... shoving his tongue in deep, running around my hole ... he spits on my asshole then drives his tongue back in several times .... I'm moaning like a fucking pig ... giving him as much access as I can... He pulls away, pulls my hips back and then I feel his foreskin at my now very wet sloppy hole. I reach under and push his foreskin back off the head, line up his dick on my asslips and back my ass onto his meat.... Pull my legs forward to get him as deep as I can ... I can feel every inch .. FUCK .... He gets into a rhythm and fucks me steady ... I grind back on his pubes ... his big balls swinging and slapping my balls and now T-dick. ... he gets me on my side, leg up .. deeper fuck ... I feel him hitting and the head passing through my 2nd ring .. he's groaning loud .... we're both are soaked with sweat ... his fucking feels so damn good .... he gets the pipe .. two more hits ... not me, buried in his fucking ... he pulls out, says leg cramp ... I roll on my back, he pushes my legs back ... he lines up and slides/slams in ... hard deep fuck now ... slamming into my ass .. I reach back and grab his ass, pulling him in deeper with each thrust ... he's groaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear outside ... I'm telling him to fuck me .... he groans "FUCK" once and slows down .. I feel his dick throbbing, pumping his load into me ... 7-8-9-10... shots... fuck ... Both soaked in sweat, he's raining sweat on me ... he leans down and bites my nipples hard .. he saw that I had been twisting and pulling on my tits ... ... long pause ... he pulls out slow ... I reach back and feel his dick and my hole soaked with cum .... I finger myself ... damn... filled with his seed ... he asks if I want to shit it out .. hell no .. no way in hell .. I'm keeping in me all damn night I ask, he says he's okay ... wiped out but feeling good. We get up, I walk him to the bathroom to shower. I go back to the living room, drop back on the floor and work my cum soaked hole, his massive cum load.. damn ... get up and grab a butt plug from the toy box. .. drop back onto the floor and work the plug in ..... don't want to lose any of the load ... I lie there with the plug in, notice he's come back from the bathroom, watching me ... says he'd fuck me again if he could ... likes the plug, says he has a couple toys I might like .. He dresses .. I get us some water ... he says that if I want, he can get a ball of the shit for me .. just text him ... says he wants to fuck my ass again .... says he'll be waiting for my text... says he can get anything I want ... I'm barely tuned-in .... loaded with T and cum ... flying... he lights again, hands pipe and torch to me, can barely hold steady, he holds and lights for me .. another big hit .... fucking good ..... Mauro gets his pack, I very slowly get to my feet and follow him out .. still naked ... too dark for anyone to notice though ... Very slowly managed to calm down ... breathing very rough and heart-rate very high but did get better. Damn potent stuff . Damn good shit!! Plug stayed in all night and most of the next day.... felt damn good ....

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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….

A neighbor on BBRT was persistent in convincing me to come over today, and boy did he know best. At 1st I thought he was tweaked out of his mind but come to find out he was just really fucking hungry. Geeky Neighbor met me at his door in jockstrap, so nothing to hide. Everything was in proportion - this kid (OK late 20/early 30) was skinny but wasn't pudgy -- meat on the bones -- he wasn't baby smooth nor was he a gorilla furry. He's walking towards me down the hall and I see: dark feisty eyes, cute scruffy beard, full black head of hair, a tuft of chest hair, and bright happy trail, and of course sexy hairy legs. For all his "masculine" features, he really did have a young geek's voice -- a bit higher pitched but not queeny. He reaches out, we get close, and he starts diving in with tongue kissing. HUNGRY! I take advantage of his focus on kissing to reach down and grab his ass. My hands tell me this is going to be a great fuck: in each hand I hold a solid, meaty buttcheek. I probably moaned just from feeling his meat. (I tried getting his _un_cut dark cock going, going down and sucking on his dick, but even he had trouble getting up ... I chucked that aside because we had already chatted that this was going to be me using his ass. ... 15 minutes later ... Hairy Geeky Neighbor is on the edge of his bed with his ass up doggie, and I'm standing behind him with my raw dick up his fuck hole. I looked down and saw each of my hands sunk into his meaty buttcheeks when I dig into his hole deeper or each of his gorgeous butt mounds bouncing firmly off my waste. Inbetween the mounds, his hairy butt crack reached up to his lower back like a happy trail on the backside. "Damn your ass is made for fucking", I admitted. Geeky Neighbor chuckled, and huffed poppers again. "Tell me when you last got fucked", I commanded. Geeky Neighbor hesitated and said "last week". "Good boy", I encouraged him. When I rimmed his hairy buttcrack, Geeky Neighbor had pushed out his dark pucker into an extended circle that I would slip my tongue into and suck back out. He'd moan everytime I sucked on his pucker so I could tell then that he was a regular slut boy. Back to my dick up his hole though ... "You take it like a slut don't ya?" I taunted. "Face down and that gorgeous ass up like a slut." He moaned in agreement. I pounded harder. "Yea you're a fucking cumdump. Inviting neighbors over to fuck your butt." He finally yelped out a "oh yes" "Is that what you wanted?" He said "yes" You wanted that raw dick up your fuck hole??" I taunted him and he murmured something about "hell yes" "No, you want to that big fat load." He yelped out another "fuck yes" "Yea?? You want that big load up your ass like a good cumdump". I was furiously pumping his meaty ass now and didn't hear what he said in reply so kept pumping my dick faster. "Fuck yea, here you go man. I'm gonna fucking load up your ass." And then, I went from furiously pounding this Hairy Geeky Neighbors meaty ass doggie style to pushing my dick all the way down his fuck hole until his ass was actually laying flat on the bed. Then I just let out the most guttural fuck sounds, and Geeky Neighbor pulled his legs in from behind like a clamp against my butt, and I guess somewhere in there my dick was unloading a hefty sac of cum up his hole. It took me a moment to catch my breath and get my glasses back on. "Wow. Damn", I said trying to catch my breath. I looked down and pulled my dick out of his cumhole. Just what I needed: a neighbor with a gorgeous ass that takes it up the butt like a good cumdump. Next time, do I bend over for this sexy fucker? We talked about that. Time will tell.

I met a guy online after feeling really horny, we exchanged details and he said he wanted to fuck me outdoors, which i love so i was so up for it. we met at about 11 at night and i saw him just a bit further down from the entrance to an old mine shaft field, i could already see his meaty dick through his jeans ready to plow me. i walked to him and started to get off immediately until we were crudely interrupted by a late night dog walker, so we stood there both hard trying not to show it whilst we discussed how we managed to get lost from a party. we then headed in the opposite direction to him and found a quiet place to begin. i knelt and and out sprung a 8" cock which looked and tasted like heaven. he face fucked me for a good 15 minutes whilst i took it. soon after my jeans were down round my ankles and i was bent over a tree getting plowed to fuck. i could feel his precum lubing my tight hole as he sent his god like cock sliding in and out. he fucked me like this for a good 20 minutes then flipped me with my legs over my head he teased my hole by rubbing his cock against it. i felt him ease in balls deep and felt his bushy pubes press against my cheeks whilst his balls dangled below. he spat on his dick more and started to really fuck me; id never felt like anything like it. pure ecstasy rushed through me! i could tell he was close by his strokes and moans and not long after i felt a nice warm load shoot up me. we lay there whilst hard with his cock in me gaining our breath and started to make out, he didnt pull out but started to fuck me slow making sure my hole got a good rub down with his cum. he then withdrew and rimmed me make sure every drop went in me!

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great story. never did a repairman at the house, but had a pizza delivery guy who would cum by with a pie and a hard pecker and hammer me when he got off shift......dominos may not have had the best pizza, but the delivery system was good.

Fucking hot story, can't wait for chapter 2

This 19 year old kid just stopped by my gloryhole. It was so sweet - I could tell he had just showered, got dressed up, and splashed too much cologne on wanting to make a good impression. Short, thick cock that rose to rock-hard attention as soon as I laid my lips on it. He barely lasted 3 minutes before blowing a young buck's load into my mouth ... mmm so much semen. I have a feeling that that was the first time he's ever been sucked off - at least by a pro, anyway. So cute - he said a proper thank you before zipping up and heading out.

I could careless how big or small a bottom's dick is. All I care about is dat ass lol.

The moment you realize sex takes place INSIDE YOUR SKULL, you'll realize that anything a person decides is the ultimate orgasm - becomes - his ultimate orgasm. I love racialized sex. I'm not a dumbie... so I don't broadcast it. I fucking love sticking my fat dick in a white dudes bubble muscle ass.. if he calls me a nigger or I call him a cracker whore who "needs to pay for slavery" by taking this nigger dick... I shoot a fat wad of cum. Huge nut. Playing with power dynamics and immoral forms of sex REALLY GET me off. I'm a grown ass man. Not asking for permission. Don't like it? Fuck off. big bubble white asses on in shape masculine whites DESERVE TO TAKE cum deep inside... until my balls are empty. Nigger dick: the tool of racial justice.

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.

21 Year old here and I love to suck older men's cocks. Love getting on my knees for a daddy twice my age and blowing him until he fills my mouth. Such a turn on to service older men.

CHAPTER 16: Cod: “Fuhhh… fuhhhh…. fuCKKKK COD! FUC….K COD! Ohhhh… fuck baby boy”, my boyfriend (my Dad) is so fucking amazing. Feeling his bare cock, his cum, inside me, its the best thing a boy can every hope for. “FUCK ME DAD!”, “Ohhh yeah boy… ohhhhh… ohhhh… I’m gettin’ close”, I’m so lucky to have a man who breeds me every day; I’ve nearly stopped topping or bottoming with anyone else. “Ohhhh fuhhhhhh…. Fuhhhh…. COD .. COD! You’re getting’ my…. “, and then I felt his cock explode, “CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!”, and I can feel that which I love, him pushing all the way in and stopping. My dad is injecting his boy with his cum – I’m in heat. “FUCK! His cum is so amazing”, is all I can think when he breeds me. It’s Wednesday and dad has bred me with 5 loads of his cum since Sunday morning – I’m starting to feel a little like his cock owns me, maybe it does. “Dad, I love your cock so much… I feel like I belong to it”, “And it loves you baby boy”. While we’re coming down I think about how Adam is texting me a lot lately, he wants to breed my ass bad, and I honestly want his cum inside me again, but lately, I’ve been committed to my dad’s cock. Thinking about Adam makes me think about that guy Sam I need his seed in my ass again too, its been too long, and I bet him and dad are still fucking; I haven’t heard anything from Adam’s friend Chris at all. I decide I’ll text all of them later and see who will breed my ass, then I want Dad to use their loads as lube; he really seemed to get off on pushing their loads deeper into me once before. Mark / Dad: “I love you Cod”, “I love you too Dad”, I’m in love with my son, Cod, lying naked with him after sex is the best thing on earth. I feel like Cod has forgotten about my slutting around. I’m fucking him now at least once a day and I can’t help but think one of these loads will do the trick and he will be HIV+ because of our sex. “It feels so good like this Dad”, “I know baby boy, I love it, too”, I’m still inside him, and I realize I need to piss. I adjust a little bit and then I feel, “Ohhhhh Dad…. Are you?”, “Yeah… yeah I am boy” and I feel my flow start, I’m filling Cod’s ass with my piss. “Dad …. Oh fuck… that’s so …wow”, “Yeah baby boy… using you as Dad’s urinal.” I can feel my piss circling around my cock as it pours in Cod’s ass and it feels amazing. “Dad…. Ohh.. fuck.. oh wow… oh… “, “Just relax baby boy.. you’ve almost got all of your Dad’s piss”, and then like that my flow slowed and I felt it stop. “I’m going to slide out son, keep your ass tight so it doesn’t spill out”, “ok”, and I remove my cock without Cod making a big mess in the bed; Cod immediately gets up and heads to the bathroom. My phone buzzes, its Jake. Jake: “Busy?” Me: “HAHA… just taking a morning piss, but not anymore. How are you babe?” Jake: “LOL… Mmmmm… Bred anymore boys lately?” Me: “HAHA… just my bf” Jake: “Oh.. didn’t know you had a bf, was hoping we can talk, it cool?” Me: “My son is my bf, yeah its ok” Jake: “HOT” Jake: “Sorry I haven’t texted, lot going on, got tested” Me: “Testing center again? That guy Chris is hot, thought we might go together” Jake: “Yeah I know, was sick and then that guy Sam said it might be fuck flu” Jake: “No went to the doctor” Me: “Its cool, what’d they say? >=) “ Jake: “Told them I was feeling sick, wasn’t sure why, said I had been having some risky sex and was worried” Me: “Cool, and?” Jake: “They took some blood, gave me Theraflu, said they’d test it and call me” Jake: “Few days later they asked me to come back in, figured I’m probably poz” Me: “Whoa… you ok? Need to talk talk?” Jake: “It’s cool.. I’m ok” Jake: “Went back in, they told me I was reactive for HIV” Me: “You tested poz! That’s hot” Jake: “Yeah.. haha…. I got hard when he told me, then they took blood, did some tests and gave me some meds” Me: “So you’re on meds” Jake: “No. That’s why I wanna talk” Jake: “Doc said I’m resistant to the first two kinds they gave me, gotta go back so they can figure out what to do, until then no meds” Me: “That’s so much to take in Jake… honestly, I thought I’d end up poz before you did” Jake: “Can we still get together or?” Me: “As long as you’ll fuck me too” Jake: “Oh yeah” By now Cod had emptied his bowels of my piss and I’m clicking away on my phone with texts back and forth to Jake. I really don’t want to ignore Cod but I’ve got to tell Sam what’s going on with Jake. Me: “Jake just texted me, he’s poz, and he’s med-resistant” Sam: “OH FUCK!” Sam: “Looks like Sergei converted another one” Me: “Oh yeah? Sergei is med-resistant?” Sam: “Yeah.. he fucked around for a while with his meds, couple of them don’t work for him anymore” Me: “Wow… that’s hard core” Sam: “I know .. so he tagged another one lol… he’ll love it” My cock is now hard as rock and I really want to bang Cod’s bare ass, but I also need Sam to bang another load of his poz cum into me. Me: “Free tonight?” Sam: “Yeah man… come over” I hide my hard cock, put on some shorts and tell Cod I’m going out for a run. Cod: Dad said he’s going out for a run, which probably means he’s going to get fucked again; I’m still horny as fuck, I’d do it if he let me. I start to text Adam and then decide to text Sam instead, two can play this game. Me: “Hey .. remember me? Wanna get together again?” Sam: “Can’t tonight busy.. how ‘bout Friday night?” Me: “Yeah that’s cool” “So that’s where he went”, I thought. It’s cool, its not like I’ve been fucking cum into him lately. I decide to text Adam. Me: “Come over and breed me with that poz dick” Adam: “Oh its like that now is it?… Want it bad huh?” Me: “Need it” Adam: “Give me 15 min” I decide to leave my dad’s cum deep in my ass for Adam when he gets here, I really want him to breed me and push dad’s load deeper into me. Mark / Dad: Sam and I are like two lovers, already naked and in our roles, no sooner than I heard him close the door behind me. “Mmmmm… feels good… missed that hole”, “Yeah man…. Missed your poz cock too, the cock that converted me”, “You tested and know for sure?”, “Not yet -- soon”. Poz or not I love having Sam’s huge cock deep in my ass, when a poz man breeds me it just feels so right. I haven’t let Cod fuck me much lately, after he converts I’m going to get as much of that boy’s cock as I can. Sam is fucking nice and slow, “It’s so hot Jake converted”, “Yeah.. it looks like we got him… well, Sergei got him”, “Told him yet?”, “Yeah I texted him – he said it made him hard”. “HOT!”, I called out as Sam used my ass harder and harder and also because now Sergei knows he knocked up Jake, “I told him to come over Friday night”, “Sergei?”, “Him too, but told Jake to.. got something special lined up.. you need to come over too”, “Ohhhh yeah?” and at this point he was really banging me, “Yeah you do… gotta another boy coming over” and then he stopped talking and focused on breeding my ass. “ohhh fuck… ohhhhhhh fuck… ohhhhhhh… “, “Yeah Sam breed my poz hole”, “Take my poz cum!”, and just like always, Sam pumps a huge load of his HIV+ sperm into my ass.

I kept calling to see if James was working. I finally got in touch with him on a Saturday afternoon but he said he was leaving soon and wouldn't be back until the following Wednesday. I told him how much fun I had had with him and that I wanted his cock again. "Sorry, man, can't do it today. But if you want I could arrange something for Wednesday." Fuck, my pussy was itching for cock now, not four days from now. I told him I would try to make it Wednesday but I would probably make the drive today anyway. I cleaned my ass out and hopped in to the shower. I was squeaky clean inside and out. I slipped in to a pair of jeans and a form fitting tshirt that showed off my pecs. I put the lube in my pocket and started out the door but then I thought, why not be ready for dick when I get there, so I pulled my jeans down over my ass and took a big glob of lube and worked a couple fingers up my ass. Now I was ready. When I got to the theater there was an older guy taking money. I wasn't sure how long I would be there so I bought admission to both the main theater and the arcade. I could feel the older clerk's eyes on my ass as I went in to the theater. As before, it was so dark in the theater I could hardly see. I inched my way along the back wall and realized that they actually had gay porn showing, not the straight porn like the last time I was there. As I watched two impossibly hot guys fuck on screen my eyes adjusted to the theater light. "Hot scene, huh?" said a guy next to me. I should have known there would be someone on the back wall. Actually, I could see quite a few guys were in the theater. A few of them had hooked up in the seats, heads bobbing on laps. "Yeah," I said. "Very hot." I moved right next to him to get a better look and he wasn't bad looking. He was about 40, with dark hair and a close cropped beard. He had a medium build from what I could see. He looked like a married guy out for some dl fun. I figured I would check out the package so I reached over and rubbed the outside of his pants. He was already hard and I could tell he wasn't wearing underwear. I found his zipper and slowly pulled it down. I reached inside his pants, releasing a solid 6 incher. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. I was so fucking horny for cock! I unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled them down over his hips. His cock head hit the back of my throat and I held it there so I could feel his pubes against my lips and smell his mustiness. I bounced up and down on him, giving him the best head I knew how. "Fuck! You can really suck!" I looked up at him as I sucked but I doubt he could see me as it was dark behind the seats. I felt a hand on my back and realized there was a guy in front of us, sitting in the back row seats. He massaged my back and then got more bold and pulled my shirt out of my pants. His hands were rubbing my bare back, pushing my shirt up almost to my shoulders. I couldn't take it anymore so I pulled my shirt off, just missing one stroke on the cock I was sucking. "Suck that cock, boy." said the guy behind me. I did as I was told but I was ready for cock up my ass. I stood up and tried to kiss the guy I had been sucking but he wasn't up for it. Yep, must be married. I reached under his shirt and rubbed his hairy chest and reached down and released the button on my pants. He definitely wanted that and unzipped me, reaching in and taking my precum covered cock in his hand. I pulled my pants down over my hips and the guy behind me massaged my ass, slipping a finger in my lubed ass. "This guy is ready, dude," said the guy in the seat. "Turn around and show him." I turned around and the guy whose mouth had been in my mouth caressed my chest with one hand and my ass with the other. The guy in the seat turned around so he was completely facing me. I moved forward a little so he could suck my cock. He took my cock and started giving me a great bj. The guy behind me moved with me and I felt his hard six inches against my butt. We were now drawing attention from other guys in the theater. Two more came up and sat next to the guy in the back row. Then I had one more on either side of me so there were three in front of me in the seats and three in the back against the wall. The guy right behind me reached in his pocket and I could tell he was getting a condom out. Fuck, I wanted a load so I was disappointed. Definitely married. He rolled the rubber on and as he did so I reached in my pocket for my lube. I needed more if he was going to fuck me. I lubed up some more, putting the extra on his cock, guiding his pole to my puckered hole. He pushed in and slowly fucked me, letting my cunt get used to him. Then he grabbed my hips and really started pumping. "Fuck me baby. Fuck me like a slut." "Oh, you're a slut alright. You're a whore and you're going to get fucked by every guy in here." He grabbed my shoulders and piston fucked me while the other five guys watched and stroked their dicks. "I'm cumming," he cried. "Pull out and take the rubber off. I want you to,cum on my hole." "Oh, fuck!" He pulled out, pulled the condom off and I felt a big load drip down the crack of my ass. I reached back and rubbed it on my hole then tasted the cum on my fingers. He rubbed his cum on my hole with his cock head, inching just a bit inside me. Once he softened a little I turned around, bending over to take his cock in my mouth, cleaning cum off his dick. I didn't get a load deep but I did get a cummy hole. One of the guys next to me pulled my ass cheeks apart and another guy fingered my hole. The guy who had fucked me zipped up and left so it was now two against the wall and three in the seats. One of those guys must have been the one fingering me as it felt like he was reaching. I put both hands against the wall and said, "Somebody needs to put their dick in me." One of the guys next to me took a position behind and soon I had a dick in me. I reached under my balls to feel him going in and as he pulled all the way out I knew he had not rubbered up. I finally had a bare cock fucking my cunt and he was doing a great job. He pumped hard and I could tell he was getting close. "Go ahead." I said, letting him take that for how he wanted. "Breed his ass," said one of the guys behind me. He was soon grunting and fucked fast and hard, finally releasing a load of cum in my gut. He pulled out but I clenched my hole so nothing leaked out. I wanted that natural lube in me. Now there was just one guy with me in the back. I took a good look at him and was surprised to see a young guy, barely old enough to be in an adult theater. He had blonde hair, was about six feet tall and had his shorts down over his hips, revealing at least eight inches of hard meat. "Take off your pants," he said, in a tone that belied his age. He was going to be a dominant daddy some day. I was the lucky one to get him young and full of cum. I kicked my shoes off then peeled my pants off, letting them drop to the cum covered floor. I was now naked, one load up my ass and one load on my hole. "Okay, I did what you told me," I said. "What do I get?" "Get down on the floor and you'll see." I wasn't excited about getting on the floor but I was so horny. I got on my hands and knees, feeling the sticky floor. I turned my head and saw the blonde guy taking his pants off. He didn't seem to mind the dirty floor as he got behind me and pushed his full staff deep inside with one stroke. Fuck, it hurt! "Take that big dick bitch! You're going to get whored out when I'm done with you." He pulled all the way out and drove all the way back deep inside. He was rough, but it felt so fucking good. He started pumping faster so I figured he was going to cum soon but then he pulled out and told me to get up. I got off the floor and there were now five guys in the seats watching us. He pulled his shirt off so we were both naked. He came behind me standing and slipped his huge boner back in to my hole. "I think these guys all want a taste of your ass," he said as he kept pumping. "I'll do anything you want as long as I get your cum in me." "We'll see about that. Boys, you want him?" There were lots of yeses so he told me to go sit on a lap. I walked to the row of seats and saw five old men with dicks out. I wasn't excited but I had to do what I was told. I went to the first guy with a big belly and a tiny penis. I rubbed my wet hole on him, barely getting him inside me. I rode him for a little while, stroking the cock in the next seat which was much bigger. I got off Number One and went to Number Two, lowering myself on him. He felt pretty good as I bounced my hole over his cock. "Cum in him," said the kid. The guy was pumping me so I held still over him as his rod pumped and released a load up my ass. I laughed as I pulled off him and cum plopped out of my hole on to his lap. I just went right over to Number Three, pushing down my cummed up hole on to his stiff dick. I was loose and he wasn't huge so it glided easily in and out. I looked over to the next cock and was surprised to see a monster. I needed that one right away. I let Number Three fuck me but I soon pulled off him and filled my hole with Number Four. He really felt good as I rode him. I knew cum was leaking out of me now but I didn't care. I pumped up and down and he started getting in to it. He had me stand up and lean over the seat in front of me. He pushed back in and really fucked me hard. He then pushed all the way in, held me against the seat and I felt his cock throb against my hole, filling my gut with cum. "Fuck. That was incredible," he said. But I still had one more to go before I was going to get another crack at the kid, who was standing against the wall watching me take load after load. Number Five was sitting in his seat so I went over and lowered my used cunt on his cock. His wasn't small but seemed like it after the monster. "Come on baby. Give me that load," I said as I bounced up and down on his cock. I worked it hard and then the kid came around to the seats. "My turn bitch. Get over here." I pulled off Number Five and took my used hole over to the end of the row. "Get back on the floor." I thought he meant in the back again but when I went there he said,"No bitch. Right here. On your back." He wanted me in the main aisle on my back. Anyone coming in would have to walk over us. I did as I was told, getting on my back. He reached under me and lifted my legs, raising them up in the air. Then his cock started rubbing on my hole, slipping slowly inside. His eight inches were deep inside me as he pumped slowly, then quicker. I was getting close to cumming and told him I was close. "Are you now?" He said. "Well, then you better get up." He pulled me up and he sat on the armrest of the seat on the end. He stroked his cock as I stroked mine. "Cum on my cock," he said. I stroked faster with one hand and reached down and put a finger in my ass with the other. I was so fucking close and had a three day load saved up which gushed out on to the kid's cock, covering all eight inches. "Sit on my cock," he said. I lowered my hole on to his eight inches, fucking my own cum in to me. "You nasty slut." he said. I rode him for a minute then he stood me up and pumped my cunt hard and fast. "That's it. Take your cum on my cock." "Breed me baby. I need your cum inside me." He fucked me very fast, his cock sliding against my prostate. Soon he was filling my pussy with his white load. He pulled out and made me get on my knees in the aisle and clean his cock and balls as they were also covered with his cum, my cum and the cum from the other guys who had shot their loads in me. "Wow. That was ridiculous," he said. Guys patted my ass as they walked past me and thanked me for the show. The kid went to the back wall and came back with an armful of clothes, some his, some mine. "Sorry, I don't have anything for you to clean up with," he said. "That's okay. I'm going to the arcade in a while anyway. Might as well stay covered in cum," l laughed. I took my pants and shirt and headed to the front row naked to rest up for round two.

"Good Boi!" Which is what I said to the 22 year old who had me pop his anal cherry just before xmas, whilst his mother was asleep upstairs.

If you're going to fuck raw, what's the point if you're not going to take his load? I even HATE videos where the Top pulls out. Fuck man, I want it balls deep and planted as far inside as it will go. LOVE hearing, seeing, and feeling a man cum inside me. It's just so hot and sexy to have a man's raw cock up your ass. Thinking (and hopefully hearing), how good his cock feels in your hole. Feeling that breeder's dick in your hole...waiting for him to dive deep, stiffen-up, then inject his DNA inside you. No point in fucking if that ain't going to happen. Wish that was happening to me now.

Fucking horny story. Would love some more. Any chance?

CHAPTER 6: Cod: I woke up cuddling next to my Dad naked and asleep but with a very hard cock. My ass was just a little sore from him fucking me yesterday but I was determined to take his cum on a regular basis like we used to do before college. Grabbing the bottle of lube I slicked up my hole a little – no reason to waste that erection he’s got going, I thought. I slowly guided his cock to my hole and with just a little effort it slipped right in; I was surprised at how much it didn’t hurt. I sat there a few seconds getting used to the head before slowing easing more of it into me, then I felt it, his hairy nuts touching my ass. I was in love. Dad moved a little but didn’t seem to wake up, one of his arms around my chest holding me close; then I felt it, he started to fuck me. Dad: Waking up I realized my boy was cuddled up really close and it felt so great, then I realized my cock was all the way in his ass --- did I do that in my sleep? I was groggy but I didn’t care, I had a major piss hard-on and I was inside my son’s tight ass, if he wants it he’s going to get it. I knew I couldn’t load my boy with cum with this piss boner. I laid like that for a few minutes trying to relax my bladder there on top of him, he grabbed my hand bringing it to his mouth, kissing it, I guess he knew I was awake. "Hey sexy boy," I said. "I’ve really got to piss. I don't wanna get up; think you can take it?" He pushed his ass back against me and pulled me closer, answering my question with one quick motion. I was relaxed now and felt like I could piss at any moment. I kissed his neck softly while we both waited for my stream to start. Cod: I love being this close to my Dad and I love our sex, the idea of him pissing inside me is almost too much but it turns me on because its him and he wants it; whatever he wants, I always want. He gives a soft grunt `uhh', and I felt the liquid travel up from the base of his cock, out the end, and deep inside my ass. His stream felt strong, and it felt like he was pissing as hard as he could. Having never done this, it seemed like an odd sensation; warm, and incredibly hot. I felt my cock harden more than it already was. There was a distinct sense of him filling me, knowing he was emptying his bladder into me, he groaned, I really think he was getting off on using me as his toilet. He sighed and then relaxed again, and I could feel the relief he felt at releasing himself in me. "Oh yeah," he said. "I'm draining my piss into you baby boy. You gonna take it all for me? You want your old man’s piss?" If he wanted to give it to me, I wanted it. All I could do is moan a “yes”, he groaned again. I felt his stream slowing, then just a dribble. Finally, he was finished and he just held it inside of me, but then he slowly pulled out, I felt really full even with his cock gone. He collapsed on his back on the bed, arms behind his head, airing out his sweaty pits. I got up carefully and went to the bathroom to unload his piss and hurried back, if he think he’s getting out of that bed without breeding me well he should think again, I thought. I climb on top of him between his legs, his wet cock throbbing ready like a spear for my used hole. I leaned back and felt the head against my hole, we stared into each other eyes and then he nudged in just a little. "I am so fucking turned on right now baby boy I could ram this right up into you but you need to take control, I don't want to go too fast," he said, his voice almost an octave lower than usual. I was used to having Todd’s bare cock in my ass there was no way he could go too fast for me. I needed him badly, I pushed back and let his cock slide almost all the way in with one motion. He had opened me up so well there was no discomfort and the angle brushed him right past my prostate; knowing it was my Dad’s cock made it that much hotter. "OH FUCK!" he yelled out, grabbing my hips and holding me in place. "Stop moving...shit...if you move so much as an inch I'm gonna breed you again Cod! So fucking hot...fuck I love you!" "I want it Dad, I need the cock and cum that made me!" He moaned ... I couldn't tell if it was from the sensation of his dick in my ass, or me trying to milk his cock. All I can really tell was that he was breathing heavy like we hadn’t fucked the night before ... I guess he just needed a moment to come back from the edge. "Oh baby boy ... you just don't know, you have no earthly idea...so fucking tight...so fucking hot inside, you need Daddy’s cum" he whispered. I felt him start to move, just a little bit at first, then a little more. He was slowly fucking himself into me deeper and deeper. Suddenly I could feel a slight tickle at my butt and I knew his hairy pubes were brushing against me. That sensation was quickly followed by the feeling of his balls nudging against mine. He was all the way in. He stopped and I leaned over to kiss him. "The things you do to me boy. I have never been this horny.", “Me too Dad, I want your cum so bad – breed my ass!” He started to pull out and got just far enough to rub the fat head of his cock against my prostate before sliding in again. I shuddered and moaned, and he moaned with me. "Yeah, my son is taking care of me and I’m going to take care of him – give him what he wants and needs," he whispered into my ear. I took that moment to push back and then squeeze down on his cock as he released. "Oh, is that how you want it boy? Well, fuck, we can accommodate that with no problem," he said, pulling almost all the way out then shoving himself back in so hard I started to lose my balance on my knees. He grabbed me around the waist and held me close. "Uh, uh, nope, you’re not going anywhere with that hot hole of yours boy, Daddy is lovin’ the way it's wrapped around my shaft and I ain't givin it up ‘til it gets what it needs!" He started to fuck me in earnest, pulling almost the whole way out then thrusting back in. His hairy balls were hitting my balls like we were playing doubles billiards or something. I was getting really close and I had to warn him. "I'm close Dad… I’m gonna cum!" "Right behind ya boy," he moaned, then he started to stroke me in time with his thrusts, and I hit the wall. "Dad...I can't...too much...I'm gonna cum!" I felt the cum shooting out of me as he continued to stroke me, then he froze and yelled `FUCK!' and I could feel his cock pulsing inside my rectum. I knew he was unloading and I wish I could feel the cum like he could feel mine. He had stopped stroking me and just wrapped himself around me, slowly pulling me down and to our sides onto the bed. We lay there, trying to catch our breath, his one arm still wrapped around me and the other rubbing my cum from his hand onto my belly. After a few minutes he sighed. "Cod, that was so fucking hot, I love breeding your ass… I’m sorry its been a while, but I’m definitely going to give you what you want." I'm sure my grin would have split my face wide open if that was physically possible. It's like he was reading my mind! "Aw Dad, you know I love you, so much, and the fact that you and I can express it like this means everything to me!" Dad: Fucking Cod was so much hotter now than I can ever remember, and knowing I might be fucking him full of poz cum makes my cock hard. We need to find out though, we needed to know if either one of us, or both, were hiv-positive or negative. I decided to make an appointment for the coming Tuesday. Part of me is kinda scared or knowing and part of me hopes one or both of us get a positive test result; Sam has been fucking a lot of unmedicated poz cum into me lately and I know it will happen. I knew I needed to find a way to talk to Cod about hiv and getting tested would give me the way to bring it up and find out his thoughts on it. I thought about it a few more minutes that Sunday evening, maybe I’d make the appointment only for myself and make Cod’s appointment separately.

All similarity between characters and real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are fictional and at or above the age of consent for any/all sexual acts included here in. If you're not interested in bb sex, drug use or straight boys first time being creamed, then please tell me why you are here and not reading a biography of Susan B Anthony or learning underwater Basket weaving? Synopses: In part 1, Rhett recalls the first time he partied and had gay sex. From meeting an older man named Dave at a local park bathroom, to slowly coming around to the idea of partying, to letting a dealer named Aaron convince him to try it. Once he found how much he liked it, he tried staying away, but before long he was back at it and enjoying it more than ever. Teenage TempTaTion Part Two: Dealing in TempTaTion Jump forward a few years to present day, and you’d barely recognize me as the same guy. In the interim I graduated from school, took a few years of classes at the local community college, dropped out, went to work for the family business and rented a small house just outside of town. When I’m not working for my Dad’s handyman business, I am a part-time dealer of crystal to the college and high school kids, as well as an occasional fag from online. Since my job being Mr. fix-it requires me to drive around town at all hours in a white truck emblazoned with my company’s logo and contact info, I am practically invisible to the local PD. Never once have I been stopped, unless it involved some cop asking me how to caulk his bathtub or refinish a table or something. With my tall Midwestern good looks, big cut talented cock, and ability to supply all sorts of goods I enjoy a little fame with the young peeps in town. Being a stud dealer has made me tons of friends, both gay and straight. Since I only party once every blue moon, Aaron has entrusted me with finding new distributers, and testing them to be sure they won’t just smoke, snort or shoot all the stuff they’re supposed to sell. Testing requires getting the new people high, and going as far as they might be willing: fucking, licking, stroking, sucking, etc. Sometimes a guy or gal can handle a party like that, but pretty soon the tweekers and addicts will show their nature, texting or calling five or six times a day, begging to score and screw. If they don’t seem to crave the high, and still enjoy getting off without it, I’ll sign them as new talent. A few might slowly get hooked and Aaron cuts them loose, but so far most of the guys have worked out perfectly, providing new clients to us and running the cash and drugs on their bikes and parents’ minivans with “honor roll” bumper stickers. When the stars align, and some straight guy informs Aaron that he wants to start dealing, Aaron sets him up for a test session with the only female dealer on his payroll. Knowing hot some of the male dealers are, you’d think the girl would be just as gorgeous, but it’s just the opposite. Standing about 5’4, she weighs in around 200 lbs, with saggy tits, a flabby gut, an ass like two sacks of lumpy gravy and the loosest pussy I’ve ever fucked (yes, I’ve fucked her, I had to pass the test to start dealing too). Add all that to her mediocre face, stringy hair and questionable hygiene and you can understand why only the most dedicated straight guys even try to get a job from Aaron. Due to the highly addictive nature of the drug and the age and maturity level of the boys selling it, there is a lot of turn over. With each new guy, Aaron and the rest of the regular crew and I make bets whether the newbie will last til they get a real job and quit or get hooked on the product and forced out. Any guy forced out has usually done something retarded like getting collared or showing up with no drugs and no money for what they were supposed to sell. Usually the boy has some sob story about being robbed or ditching the drugs to avoid being arrested, and sometimes they get a second chance if they’re willing to let Aaron use them for the pleasure of his group of buddies. Occasionally he is even forgiving enough to overlook a small amount of missing green or dope a second time, but whoever is responsible is forever out of the dealing biz. As long as I’ve known him, I’ve only known a few guys to try to disappear with a large wad/stash, but it never succeeds. Aaron has eyes all over town, and once he finds them, they pay him back, with cash or pain. Fully aware of the odd of someone succeeding at dealing, I’m always surprised when one of my buyers shows an interest. I should know by now that it looks like easy money to kids who’ve never had a real job, or college goers with loans to pay, yet no matter what warning I give, I can’t convince them that its hard work. It’s a delusion they’ll cling to until they see for themselves. So when Eddy, a regular customer of mine, told me he had a buddy who wanted to deal, I shook my head and prepared myself to watch the attempt and failure of some kid from the wrong side of the tracks. Nothing could have prepared me to discover this “friend” was actually the son of one of the wealthier families in town, especially not a handsome, naïve, privileged high schooler like Mark Montague. His identity was revealed to me one weekend at Eddy’s parents’ lake house, where I was delivering a considerable amount of ghb, coke and tina in exchange for cash (and the chance to fuck some sexually-confused, drug-impaired jockboys). The cocky teen host was dating some bitch from his class, but he spilled about his friend after partaking in some coke and 69ing with me. That was right before he purchased and downed a dose of ghb, which got him high enough to let me breed him in the back of my truck. I’ll admit I was hoping to take another shot at Eddy’s ass so I was a little bit disappointed that the party was co-ed. Still, I was making a small fortune from these rich kids, so I did my job, pumped a beer from the keg, and asked Eddy to point out which of his buds wanted to sell. My jaw hit the floor when he nodded to the tall rosy cheeked teen in the corner. I instantly recognized Mark. Now maybe this was just Eddy pulling a fast one, because there was no way Mark Minkus would possibly deal drugs. Heck, even at the party, surrounded by a bunch of his drugged, drunk, wild peers, Mark stood up straight, nursing a beer I’d seen him fill when he arrived hours earlier. This fit with my image of the Montague family: Unsmiling stuffed-shirts married to well-bred wives, producing heirs to continue the cattle empire they’d run for generations. My dad was constantly sending me on calls to the Montague house, fulfilling the contract they’d had with us since my Grandfather began our business in the late 50’s. The gorgeous old mansion his family built in the 20’s sat on almost half the land in the richest part of the fanciest district in the most exclusive suburb of our dinky town. I pay almost no attention to high school news or clubs but even I had heard that Mark competed on two school sports teams and was rumored to have turned down a modeling offer received after he’d won some debate at the state competition last year. Looking at Eddy with a raised eyebrow, he assured me he was for real, and led me to Mark to make introductions. Watching the color drain from Mark’s face when Eddy introduced me as the “supplier” Mark wanted to meet, I knew this was the real deal. Oblivious and high as a kite, Eddy missed Mark’s worried look entirely before turning and walking back into the crowd, leaving Mark and I to discuss “business.” Eyes wide with fear, stammering and insisting he didn’t know what Eddy was talking about, it was tempting to let him think I was going to rat him out, but for once I fought the urge and chose to save the kid from having a heart attack. Assuring him I wasn’t going to tell, I reminded him that I had just as much to lose as he did if either one of us was found out, but he still looked terrified when I asked him why he wanted to sell. “Can we discuss this somewhere less… crowded?” His eyes darted around, checking for a place to hold our secret meeting. Unless Eddy had a secret basement speakeasy that I didn’t know about, the only place we thought might give us some privacy was the laundry room. It was located as far from the party as possible, nestled between the back stairs and the garage, which Eddy locked to keep his father’s boat and motorcycle safe. Sauntering across the party towards the back hall, Mark seemed acutely focused on acting like nothing was going on, which had the exact opposite effect. Luckily for both of us, everyone else was too busy snorting lines of C and T, downing capfuls of ghb, or stripping to go skinny dipping to give a damn. Inside the quiet, tidy, well-lit room, I got a good look at Mark and wondered why I’d never taken the time to check him out before. He wasn’t too tall, nor too muscular, but his chinos and polo fit nicely, hinting that his teen body had some definition, specifically around his awesome bubble butt. Wishing I could see it in more detail, I was struck with an epiphany. “Before we have a conversation that could be incriminating,” I said, emphasizing the seedy nature of our chat by locking the door and lowering my voice to a whisper. “I need to be sure you’re not wearing a wire. Strip.” Any defiance in his eyes was gone in a second once I straightened up and crossed my large, muscular arms across my wide. flat pecs. My corn-fed smile makes some people forget that I can be pretty intimidating when I stand up to my full 6’2 inches and puff out my chest to show off the mass I obtained tossing bales and carrying bags of cement up and down ladders. With a defeated nod of affirmation, he unbuttoned his polo and lifted it up over his head, allowing me an unimpaired view of his burgeoning abs, pecs and biceps. School athletics and good genetics were working together to make him into a real stud. He paused before undoing his pants, so I grunted in frustration and took the initiative, reaching out to pop open his top button and whisk the zipper down before he could step in. I smiled when I felt him give in and go slightly limp, and I decided to keep up the forward momentum by sliding my hands down the back of his pants, over his plump, fabric covered butt cheeks, before pulling his slacks down to his ankles. Maybe I should have worried that he’d notice my cock rapidly hardening under my bball shorts but Mark kept his eyes straight ahead, either to seem respectful or out of humiliation, or a little of both. Surely he’d stop me from removing his briefs, unless, of course, I could get them down before he noticed. ‘Aw fuck it,’ I said to myself as I gripped the elastic waist and tore his size medium hanes tighty-whiteys down his legs. Feeling the breeze seemed to re-activate his brain, eliciting a boyish squeak from his mouth while his hands shot to cover his sweet circumsized dick and almost hairless balls. Even concealed, I could still picture them as clear as day, making mental notes of the 3 to 3.5 inch shaft, pretty pink helmet, slight curve to his right, and the generous thickness. ‘Looks like a grower’ I thought before standing back and taking in the whole package. Clothed, Mark was an average, attractive teen boy, but now he could have been the muse of many great artists. Paintings, sculptures and poems could be inspired by his firm manly musculature softened by the last hints of boyish baby fat. His cheeks turned bright pink…both sets of cheeks J “H-How do I know you’re not wearing a wire too?” his voice whispered back to me, catching me off guard. Little shit had me there. Double checking the door to be sure it was locked, I returned the favor he’d done me by slipping off my wind breaker, tossing away my sleeveless tee and sliding my silky shorts to my knees. “Happy?” I asked the teen, who raised an eyebrow and looked down at my jock. Smirking, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and worked them lower and lower until my big hard cock slapped back against my cut abs. Watching Mark’s face was priceless when he caught sight of just how hung I am. Aghast, his mouth hanging open as wide as his eyes, he looked from my dick to my face and back to my dick before turning beet red and forcing himself to look away. “Yeah, fine, put it away.” I gave it another second before I pulled my dick away from my navel and slid it back inside my black jockstrap. As I slid up my shorts, Mark remembered his own nudity and turned around and bent over to get his undies back up. His cheeks spread for just a moment and I enjoyed catching a glimpse of his asshole, surrounded by some light, soft hairs. As he retrieved his pants, I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me, repeating my question about his desire to deal, getting close enough that our naked chests were almost in contact and speaking low enough that he had to stay there to hear me. “I dunno man, I wanna make some extra money I guess,” he softly answered, averting his eyes as he told me an obvious lie. “Bull shit,” I quietly shot back, making up for the lack of volume by sliding my hand around the back of his neck and squeezing as I continued. “I know you don’t need the dough and I doubt you plan on making a career out of it, so either cut the shit and tell me the real reason, or I’ll kick the shit outta you for wasting my time.” “Maybe this was a mistake-“ He tried to wriggle free but my grip was tight. “Too late for that dipshit,” I cut him off, lifting my free hand up to his neck and pushing him back till he hit the wall, pinning him against it with my forearm. “Truth time or you get to explain the bruises to your buddies.” “I… I can’t…” I pulled back my hand a made a fist, and his eyes closed as he spilled the beans. “I wanted to be cool, okay?!?!” “What?” I lessened the pressure on his neck but kept my fist raised. “I wanted to be cool…” he looked at me with tears in his eyes before dropping his gaze to my feet. “Guys like Eddy host these wild parties and provide the booze and drugs for everyone and end up fucking the hottest chicks at school and hanging with the coolest guys, and everyone sees me as the…you know…” “Square with the stick up his ass?” I helped him out while dropping both arms and stepping back enough to give him some air. “I was gonna say goodie two shoes, but yeah.” Mark corrected me. “Only the square with a stick up his ass says shit like ‘goodie two shoes’ marky boy,” I said, laughing quietly. “Okay so I’m a stick-assed square,” he admitted, relaxing a little and chuckling too. “I guess I figured I could get away with not getting wasted or stoned if I was the one providing the booze and drugs. Stupid huh?” “Nah man,” Stepping closer, I leaned against the wall next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. “That’s kinda genius actually. How come you don’t host the party instead or pay for the drugs and liquor or anything?” “I tried that man,” Mark said, getting upset. “When I hosted, no one showed, and when I paid for the…you know, everyone was really cool until I heard someone say I had only done it so I they couldn’t send me home once the party got going. Everybody thinks I’m just another Montague stooge, buying friends and being the boy scout. So last week, when one of the hot younger maids got fired for screwing her boyfriend in my parent’s bed, I had an idea. I waited for my Dad to drop me at school the next day and told him I’d let Maria and her boyfriend in their room in exchange for a blow job from her, then I hopped out of the car and started across the lawn.” “Fuck, what’d he do?” My curiosity was too strong to wait for him to pause. “He did just what I hoped.” Mark came closer and dropped his voice a little lower. “He rolled down the window of his jag and yelled ‘You’d better keep your dick in your pants or next time it won’t just be Maria I kick out of the house!’ right in front of Eddy and his buds!” I busted up laughing and Mark joined in, until he remembered where we are and motioned for me to shut up. Stifling my laughter, I motioned for him to continue. “Not too surprisingly, Eddy came over and asked what that was all about,” Mark said, smiling wide. “I told him that my Dad caught me drinking his good scotch and fucking one of our maids in his bed and fired her. I even added that I was grounded and he wouldn’t give me any dough and I was desperate to make some cash. Somebody in the crowd told me I should start selling at parties and suddenly I heard myself agreeing and asking how I could start. I figured no one would follow up, but a few nights ago Eddy stopped me on my way home from practice and told me to come tonight and he’d introduce me to a dude who could get me into dealing.” “I bet you didn’t think it would be me,” I said, pushing off the wall and scooping my shirt off the top of the dryer. “No way dude,” Mark volunteered while redressing himself. “I almost shit my pants when I saw you walking over!” “I was pretty fucking freaked myself man,” I added, putting him at ease. “I figured it was a fucking joke or worse: a sting.” “Damn dude, no wonder you wanted to check for bugs.” Good, he was buying it. “So now do you believe me? Can I come to work for you and start dealing?” “It’s not that easy Marky,” I stopped him and explained that I was only a middle man, and my boss would have to meet him, approve him and initiate him before we could even think about him working for me. Lastly I told him Aaron’s rule requiring each new guy to party and get wild with someone to make sure the guy could handle it. “So that means you’ll have to smoke or snort some tina, and fuck somebody with one of his crew there to witness it.” “Damn man,” Mark looked freaked again. “I can’t do drugs dude. My folks would kill me, maybe even disown me! They are extremely strict about that stuff. They’ve even drug tested me a few times, since we heard my cousin had dropped out of school after getting hooked on something last year.” Mark’s cousin had been a wrestler and got a scholarship to the university in town, where his parents figured he would do well since his Aunt, Uncle and cousins lived only minutes away. I first met him when he was strapped in a sling in Aaron’s garage, trading his ass for some tina when some girl he’d been seeing got him hooked on it. Within two months he’d become a total addict and his girlfriend’s dealer agreed to give him a big sack in exchange for letting him and a buddy or two play with his dick. 24 hours later they had him high on ghb and tina, taking loads in the sling from Aaron, his crew and anyone who would pay $50 to Aaron. He failed a drug test a few weeks after that, lost his scholarship and rather than telling his folks, he moved in to a house with his girl and three or four other druggies and started selling his ass, mouth and cock for tina. Last I heard, he got arrested in the back alley behind the town’s only gay club, and his uncle shipped him off to rehab and paid a ton of money to make the papers call it ‘exhaustion.’ “Shit man, guess I can’t help you then,” I shrugged and handed him the beer he’d been drinking (now featuring a tiny dose of ghb). “But good luck working that shit out man.” I held my cup out and clinked with his bottle, both of us downing a gulp from our cups before he began trying to come up with ways he could get around the rules. Somehow it never occurred to him to offer to buy the stuff directly from me at full price and sell it to his friends for full price, making it look like he was dealing while keeping his nose clean. Since he never asked, I never offered it as an option. Each time I shot him down, I somehow worked in a subtle direction for him to drink more. Before long, his bottle was empty and I could see the g taking effect. Suddenly, his walls were lowered enough to allow him to consider my original offer. “When you say I’d have to screw someone,” He slurred slightly, and hopped awkwardly up onto the dryer next to me. “who would I have to screw.” “First I said you’d have to fuck someone,” I corrected him, emphasizing the curse word since he seemed shy about saying it, let alone doing it. “and it would be someone from A’s crew, one of the folks working for him.” “So some girl who deals too?” Mark asked, his eyebrow lifting in wonder. “Yeah some girl or some guy,” I tossed in like it was nothing. “Which ever you prefer.” “Gross man,” the young, slightly wasted guy by my side made a face at the thought of a man. “I’m not into guys, I’m into girls man.” “Whatever,” me thinks the teen doth protest too much. “Don’t make a lick o’ difference if you’re a fag bro.” “I’m not!” Mark insisted. “and you shouldn’t say fag man. My cousin, the one who got in trouble, was found behind the Ranchhand bar, the one where the gay guys hang out and I heard my mom say she thinks he is in the closet and he might have been there to have sex.” “Just cause you screw around with a guy,” lowering my voice so Mark would lean in again, I acted like I was about to pass on some magical secret. “doesn’t make you gay Marky boy. I know plenty of dudes that trade hand jobs for drugs or let gay guys suck or jerk them off for a buck. Hell, I even jerked with some buddies back in school when I needed to get off.” “You did?” He said, a little too loudly, then repeated himself in a whisper. “You did? Didn’t you worry that someone would tell? Or you might get caught?” “Nah man,” I made a sound like he was nuts. “none of the guys would tell cause they’d be telling that they did it too. Plus we didn’t worry about getting caught cause we’d sneak down to the old bathroom in the park and do it.” “That place where the guys say you can get head or jerked off or whatever?” Mark leaned in, his voice still soft but filled with excitement. “Yeah, saw some of that going on,” I admitted, but stopped before giving him the whole story. “But me and my buds would just jerk and look at porn on our phones.” “Wow,” Mark fell silent, lost in thought. Moments later, he leaned back against the cabinet over the dryer and spoke again. “So if I agreed to party and scr- fuck some bitch, who would witness for your boss?” “Either him or me, I guess,” my eyes turned to the front to avoid letting him see the excitement in my eyes at the idea of getting to see him fucking some girl, or better yet, letting me suck his cock. “He won’t let you meet anyone else till you’re on the payroll in case you decided to rat him out.” “I guess that’d be okay,” He said, shrugging again. “But it’s a moot point anyway bro, cause I’d never be able to do it and be sure my folks wouldn’t test me and find out.” “That sucks man,” My mind whirred and buzzed as the gears spun in search of a way around his folks. “So there’s no way they’d leave you alone for a week when they were traveling or let you go on a trip somewhere for a few days or anything.” “Even if they did go on a trip,” he pouted as he explained. “They’d leave my dad’s driver-butler-assistant guy around to stop in and check up on me and my brother all the time, and they’d be sure to test me after they got back. Last year they went on a cruise for two weeks and made him stay in the pool house and spend the days with us every single day. This summer they went to visit my grandma in Europe for a few days when he couldn’t be there, so they had me spend the weekend at the home of one of my Dad’s business partners and I had to share my room with his 10-year-old son. My brother got to stay at a friend’s house and I was forced to sleep on a bunk bed with some twerp I’d never met before.” “Why did they pick that guy?” I inquired, formulating a plan. “He was the coach of my former little league team,” Mark responded angrily. “They figured he’d keep me in line just like when I was on the team. I tried to find a friend I could stay with, but none of the guys I know were exactly stoked to volunteer to babysit my ass. Now my Dad is getting on me about making friends, and it’s like ‘how am I supposed to make friends, DAD, when you won’t let me do anything ever?!?!?!’” “What if you found a friend to invite you over?” I postulated, ready to make a move. “What if the next trip your folks go on, you get an offer to spend a few nights or a week or whatever with one of your new best guy friends? Someone from school who is respectable and rich enough for your dad to know the family, but not familiar enough for him to know the kid’s parents?” “That would be cool,” Mark’s voice showed no sign of recognizing what I was suggesting. “but even if I had a friend like that, which I don’t, how would that help? I’d still be stuck at some dude’s house.” “Not if your friend was doing you a favor,” I hopped down from the dryer and turned to face Mark, who slowly pulled himself upright so we were face to face. “What if you tell one of the guys from school, like Eddy or someone who heard about your fake session with Maria, what if you tell that guy that you need to make a run down to the city to pick up some party goods from a dealer and meet up with Maria for a few nights of hardcore partying and pounding her pussy, and you need him to tell your dad that you’re staying with him so you can do it without your parents finding out?” “That’s fucking genius!” Mark jumped to his feet, but almost fell over, unaware that he’d not only gulped down a full beer but also a dose of ghb that was making him woozy and willing. “Who should I ask?” We brainstormed and ended up vetoing most of the guys who worked for Mark’s family as well as a few they knew from the club and social groups. Finally we had it down to two guys: Daniel, a recent transfer to the school and the son of a wealthy German man who moved to town with his 22 year old bride after selling his design firm for a cool billion dollars, and Eddy, who belonged to a family whose status had risen drastically when they purchased a slew of failing farms in the area, began fracking for natural gas, discovered a huge supply and sold the drilling rights to some oil and gas companies for nearly $100 million. “I should probably ask Eddy first,” Mark said, reading my mind. I doubted he had the same reasoning, since mine revolved around promising Eddy no one would find out he’d taken my dick up my ass if he figured out a way to do it, so I waited for him to explain. “His folks travel all the time, and let him do whatever he wants, but they hired a housekeeper to keep him in line when they’re gone.” “Parties like this are ‘keeping him in line?’” Guffawing, I figured Mark’s buzz had him confused, but he continued. “Eddy said the woman is willing to forget anything for a little moola,” Mark chuckled at the word moola, but recovered and kept on. “He can get probably get her to speak to my Dad if I promise him some of the drugs or I ‘find’ some cash that my dad doesn’t know I have and pay her myself. Also, my dad hates Daniel’s dad. He’s always calling him Euro-trash and new money and all that shit.” “Eddy it is then.” I slapped Mark on the back and we returned to the crowd in search of the host. Eddy was balls deep in his girlfriend but he paused and left her naked bent over the side of the hot tub when I motioned for him to join us. Without any indication that it was okay, I led Mark and Eddy upstairs to the small bedroom that probably belonged to Eddy when his folks were there, but sat empty on nights like this where he’d retire to the master suite with either his girlfriend or some other wasted young bitch. As Mark explained the plan, he kept getting distracted by Eddy’s hard dick hanging over the top of his regulation speedos from the swim team. It didn’t help that Eddy was absent mindedly stroking himself with one hand, using the other to tweak his nipple. Sensing a need to refocus both boys, I pulled out a small bag of tina and loaded my bowl, letting Eddy take hit after hit until his dick went soft and his pupils were huge. “Plan sounds perfect Montague,” Eddy said on an exhale of smoke from the bubble pipe. “Just tell me when Rhett needs you to go get that shit and I’ll have Frau Cuntpunter call your dad to verify that you’re staying with me.” We all laughed at Eddy’s nickname, Cuntpunter, for his housekeeper, a Swedish woman named Olghe Keunbinter (pronounced Eul-guh Kee-oon-bin-ter), and Mark thanked me, telling us he’d better get home before his dad discovered he snuck out (really he got permission to go to a party with some of the guys on his baseball team as long as he was home by 12). I grabbed his arm, thrusting my hand into his pocket and rooted around, making sure to squeeze his cock a little before finding his phone and pulling it out. Dialing my number into it, I pressed send and saved his phone number with a quick photo I took right then and there. “My number is saved in your phone under ‘Maintainance,’ okay?” I handed it back to him and he nodded. “Tomorrow once you find out when your parent’s next trip is, text me and Eddy so we can figure out how soon you can do what I need.” Pulling him into a hug, I was happy to feel his hard on press into my thigh, having responded involuntarily to my groping moments earlier. It was supposed to last just a second but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in closer, whispering ‘thanks Rhett’ before pulling back and stumbling slightly on his way to the door. Once I was able to see him drive away and knew he wasn’t too fucked up to drive, I turned back to Eddy, who was taking another hit from the pipe. “How about stripping off those speedos and letting me suck your cock now?” I suggested as I sank to Eddy’s side and took the pipe and made the decision to go ahead and get high. “Sorry bro, my girl is waiting.” Eddy said, although he stripped off his speedos and started stroking again while we smoked. “Your girl is getting fucked by Daniel right outside the window,” I revealed, getting Eddy to cross to the window and peer down where his girlfriend was taking the German boy’s small uncut cock up her ass. “Fuck, bitch never lets me put it in her ass!” He complained, sitting on the bed, where I joined him, handing him the pipe and stroking his exposed cock and chest while he took another big hit. “That’s cause you’re so big bro,” I complimented his average size cock, making his ego swell as well as his cock head. “Forget her skanky ass and we’ll find some other pussy to tag team.” “Fuck yeah man,” Eddy agreed, shotgunning a hit with me. “First lets do a little g, okay?” I produced a bottle from my pocket and grabbed my empty beer cup from the night stand. I poured some in the cap from the ghb bottle and about double that into the empty red solo cup while Eddy made excuses about not wanting to. It did him no good when I handed him the cup and clinked with the cap, since habit caused him to down the dose. He made a face and gagged a little at the awful taste and we continued to pass the pipe while I talked about the hot bitch we’d be fucking any second. His legs were over my shoulders as soon as I latched the door and made sure the lock was secure. Only semi aware of what was happening, Eddy grimaced as I forced my finger up his ass covered in lotion from the nightstand and a crystal of tina from my stash. When his face relaxed into a smile, I took it to mean yes, and withdrew my finger until just the end of it was pressed into his tight sphincter. As I expected his butt was clean from smoking t and showering before the party, so I didn’t hesitate to replace my fingertip with my dick head and press forward. “Wait. Stop.” Were probably what he was trying to say, but it came out more like “wayyy, saaap.” Pulling my phone from my discarded pants pocket on the pillow by his head, I opened the file I sent myself from Mark’s phone, containing all the photos he had on there. Just like any red blooded American boy, after some lame shots of his dog, a slide show from his last trip abroad, and some stealthy pics of some girls in his class, he had some selfies in various states of undress. I began thrusting into Eddy’s tight ass hard, as I scrolled through photo after photo of Mark as he went from clothed, to shirtless, to various pairs of briefs and even a thong type pair that were big enough that I figured he’d borrowed them from his father’s collection. Finally I hit the jackpot and found three shots with no face. One of his chest and just the top of his balls and shaft, one of his nude back and perfect ass, and one from his nipples to his knees, with his big, cut pink dick front and center. My nut grew closer as I zoomed in on the hefty hard on that belonged to the boy I planned to corrupt in the coming weeks, until I could tell I was mere minutes away. Switching to my video app, I set the phone on the side table against the lamp and made sure it was catching Eddy’s face, chest and cock, not to mention his legs spread to accept my bare monster dick. Working faster and faster, I heard my bitch’s complaints were silenced, with only a rare ‘yeah’ or ‘mmmfuck’ in their place. Asking him if he wanted my seed up his ass, I slowed down, causing him to whimper and nod yes. “Say it.” I ordered, keeping my head out of the video. “I wan yo seed up my azzz,” he slurred. Satisfied that the camera had picked it up, I returned to full speed and within seconds I found my load shooting full strength inside him. As the last drop spewed forth, I reached over and stopped the recording, before falling on top of the tender teen and feeling him whimper as I waited for a second wind so I could get a video fucking him doggy style.

3: THE FUCK Joey: "Uncle, please, just stop now." Clark: "Listen here, I'm trying to show you how to get your girlfriend back. So start acting like a little bitch and I'm gonna give you what bitches get. Now get ready because we're moving on to the next lesson." He gave my ass a little munch, sending tingles throughout my entire body. A few more seconds with his tongue and then the hardest slap he's given me so far. He put both of his hands on my back, pushing it into an arch and my ass up in the air. All I could do is stay there in disbelief of what my Uncle was about to do to me. Joey -whimpering-: "Unc- are you gonna at least put a condom on." Clark -softly-: "Only if that'll make you more okay with this." Joey: "It really would." Clark: "Then give me a second." He walked out of the room briefly. I contemplated leaving but I was still just frozen in disbelief, bending over his couch like a whore. By the time I had a clear thought, he was back in the room with a condom in his hand. Clark -smile-: "Glad you stuck around." Joey: "I wasn't really even sure how to leave." Clark: "I'm gonna take that as you liking this then. Is that the case?" Joey: "Uncle, just don't." He spit on his fingers and pushed them into my already open ass. He worked them in and out, while commenting on how beautiful of a hole I had. Clark: "Come on, you're saying this doesn't feel good?" Joey -moan/grunt-: "Uncle, just stop saying that." Clark: "Yeah boy, you like it. This is what you're girlfriend wants you know. Now maybe you'll understand. Ready?" I didn't even get to answer. He put his hands on the small of my back again and aimed his dick towards my hole. Clark: "I already went slowly with the fingers, so let's speed this up a bit. Shall we?" Before he hit his question he already had the tip inside of me and it was entering my virgin hole at a steady pace. I was grunting and moaning, both out of humiliation and surprise pleasure. He must've been about halfway in when he took it out and then just slammed into me all at once. I just winced with fear and lost my breath for a moment. But he kept it in there until the pain subsided. Clark: "Hard part's already over boy. Here on out, just enjoy." He took it out and started pumping steadily. He went in and out of my hole carefully trying not to hurt me. But with each thrust, I felt his pubes press into my ass. He left one hand on my back and reached around and grabbed my dick. Clark: "Oh look at this, you're dripping." Joey -grunting-: "Uncle, please shut up." Clark: "Nothing wrong with enjoying it boy, but now that I know you're cock is good and hard. It's time for things to get a little rougher. Remember, right now. You're my bitch." With that last word he thrusted into me as hard as he could. He took it out slowly and thrusted hard again. He kept this up for what felt like a long time. Clark: "Goddamn your hole is so fucking good. Or should I say my hole since you're my bitch now. Yeah, my fucking hole." Joey: "-grunting-" His pace quickened so that the sound of our skin slapping against each other was echoing throughout the entire room. Clark: "Oh fuck Joey, this ass is gold! My new fucking fucktoy." Joey: "-grunting-" Clark: "Damn and you wanted it so bad you never even noticed I didn't slip on that condom." Joey -scared-: "What the fuck! Uncle Clark!" I try to fight but it's futile. He's so much stronger than me and his hands are still on my back. As I fight he moves them to my shoulder and really drives his dick in while he holds me in place. Clark: "Yeah boy, keep your fucking back arched. I wanna see that ass take my dick. Still leaking boy?!" Joey: "..." He smacks my ass hard. Clark: "Show your Uncle Clark some respect boy. Answer me!" He smacks it again and checks himself. He reaches the hand that checks and puts it into my mouth. Clark: "That taste like precum boy?" I can't even answer because he leaves his finger there. I just grunt while he keeps fucking me. Clark: "Yeah that's some fucking precum. Feel free to jack whenever you're comfortable. But keep in mind you are not my priority. You cum and I haven't, you're gonna sit and stay until I'm done." He takes his fingers out of my mouth. Clark: "What do you say to that, hmm? Gonna admit you like it yet? Cock says you do." Joey: "FuuuUCK." Clark: "What was that?" Joey -grunting-: "Fuck, I' won't admit yet!" Clark: "All I heard was yet." His pace quickens and then slows down. When he slows down he thrusts into me harder until he pulls out of me completely. Joey: "Are you gonna jack off on me now?" Clark: "You fucking wish boy. There is only one place this load is going and it's not on your chest." Joey: "What the fuck does that mean!" He doesn't even answer me, just turns me over and throws my back onto the couch. He orders me to lift my legs and I try, but he grabs them anyway and admires my ass for a second before driving his dick back in. Clark: "Now I can look at the pleasure on your face as I do this." He slams into me and I grunt. Clark: "Look of pure pleasure. Come on, moan for my dick." I stop fighting back the sounds my body is so desperate to make and I begin to moan as he fucks my ass harder and harder. He doesn't take his eyes off of my face. Clark: "Come on, look at me boy." I do. Clark: "Yeah that's right. Tell me you like it now.: Joey -grunting-:" I-uh.." Clark: "That's it, let it out." Joey: "Oh FUCK it feels good!" He kisses me on my lips, which was the most surprising thing of the night. Clark: "When you fuck your girl; fuck her hard and like she wants, but don't forget to let her know you love her too. Take a tender moment and then just drive your point back in." He thrusts into me what felt like the deepest all night. Clark: "Alright whore, fucking jack your dick. It's still dripping all over your stomach." He was right, I looked down at my abs and saw precum just flowing all over the place. I started jacking off. Clark: "Keep your eyes on mind and tell me what you're thinking." Joey -locking eyes-: "Oh fuck this feels amazing. I never knew!" Clark: "Yeah? You like this?" He thrusts into me deep again. Joey: "Yeah that felt so fucking great." Clark: "Good. Just like an eager little fuckboy. You don't even mind that I'm in raw now, do you? Joey: "Oh fuck, I forgot!" I fight a little but he's over me and has me firmly in place. Clark: "Doesn't fucking matter that you forgot, cuz you're a little faggot now." Joey -moaning-: "I'm no-not a fa-faggot." Clark: "Your dick say otherwise. Faggot." Joey: "Stop saying that." Clark: "You're still jacking off. Faggot." Joey -whisper-: "Stop." He moves his hands from my ankles to my chest and kisses me again before using me to prop himself up and drive hard again. Clark: "Damn, you have a tight chest eager little fuckboy. That's right, keep jacking your dick." I do as he says, and I feel a sudden urge growing in my cock. My natural response is to jack off harder. Joey: "Oh fuck!" Clark: "You about to cum faggot?!" Joey: "Oh fuck I think so." Clark: "Good fucking faggot." He keeps plowing into me and my urge is growing stronger. Clark: "I'm about to bust my own load. Where do you want it to go?" Joey: "Oh fuck, anywhere! Just keep fucking me! I'm about to, oh fuck!" He's still driving into me. Clark: "Yeah my little nephew is about to be bred for the first fucking time. Breeding you like my own whore." Joey: "Oh fuck, breed me then! Just keep fucking me! Breed me, breed me! Oh fuck, I'm cumming-- I'm cumming!" I shoot spurt after spurt of my own load. Most of it hits me in the face, some also lands on my chest. Joey: "Oh fuck." Clark: "Hell yeah oh fuck!" He takes some of the load off of my face. Clark: "I'm about to fucking bust. Suck your cum off of my fucking fingers." He put his fingers in my mouth again and I just sucked them clean. His other hands was feeling my abs and his gaze was all over my body. Clark: "Oh fuck yeah, it's coming! Oh fuck. I can't believe I get to breed your virgin ass. Fuck Joey, fuck!" Joey: "Oh yeah, cum inside of me." He started pounding me faster while I still sucked my cum off his fingers. Before I knew it, he was pounding me slower and I could feel spurts of his load feed my hole. He kept it pumping slowly until there was nothing left to pump and his dick went soft, then he took it out and let my legs down. We both stood up; me stretching my legs and him catching his breath. We made eye contact and just smiled. Clark: "That. Is how you will get your fucking girlfriend back." Before I could even talk, he started up again. Clark: "Go get her back now. Go take her from wherever she is to wherever you go. And fuck her like I just fucked you. Any aggression you have towards me right now, let it motivate your sexual drive. Go, now!" Joey: "But I gotta clean up first." Clark: "No fucking way. You go fuck her with my load in your ass. Think of it while you blow her mind. Now leave." Just like I was doing all night, I listened to him. I grabbed my clothes and I walked out the door. Enlightened to a whole new world of sex.

I so agree. I am a person who loves taking loads up his ass. Just because someone pokes rather than takes doesn't mean that they are in any way superior. It is a total turn off for me, if tops give me attitude, especially after sex. I often smile and leave, but most of the time, the tops with attitude and not even good fuckers...

To end this, he told me he is undetactavle and we Met. He said he Wants to blindfold me behause it is hot. I agreed an we did it. But we werent alone. 5 friends of his were there and all fuxked me. Later they told me all are poz.

His name was Brian. He was a nasty fucker with AIDS and a fat, pierced cock and no qualms about using it. We’d hooked up before at the baths and such, so I was surprised to see his name come up on my caller ID. “You still chasing gono?”, he asked. “Yeah, I replied, You got it?” “No, he said, “but I have a friend in from out of town with a big dick and a raging case of it.” “When and where?” I answered without thinking, “7:30 tonight at Club Z”. My heart was pounding in my chest as I parked and headed down the street. About 20 feet from the door I get a text, “RM203” was all it said. When I got in the room Brian made the introductions, Jerome was about 6’5”, black and had a big, fat cock. A big, fat cock with that telltale gono drip. I started to get stiff on site. I checked out Brian’s cock. He was pierced and had quite a collection of attachments. The one he was wearing tonight was a bar with balls on either end right behind the head. I recognized it from before, one of the balls had a little burr on it, put there to do only one thing… tear ass. Tonight, my ass. The room didn’t have a bed per se, it had a table like you see in a doctor’s office with a single light hanging above it. I dropped to my knees and started licking on Brian’s cock. He knows I like to be taken so he leaned my head against the table and started fucking my face. I made sure to rub my tongue across that burr as I slobbered on his pole, getting it all wet for my ass. I didn’t have to wait long before Brian let go of my head and motioned to the table. I hopped up, laid on my back and spread my legs giving them access to my soon to be abused hole. After a few minutes of him getting my hole ready with his fingers and lots of saliva Brian began to ease his cock in. I looked up at him and he gave me that evil smile of his, “You ready for this?”, he asked, easing his cock in me. “Yeah, I replied, “fuck me up!” With his hands on my thighs he spread my legs further apart and began plowing my hole. Jerome watched for a few minutes, smiling before moving towards my head. I turned towards him as he reached for my hair with his left hand. He grabbed a handful of hair from the top of my head with his left hand while his right hand reached for my chin to pull my mouth open. I heard Brian grunt a deep “yeah” as Jerome slowly placed his dripping gono cock on my waiting tongue. I could feel Jerome’s cock getting harder and taste the salty bitterness of the gono as he manipulated his cock over my raw bleeding tongue and down my throat. I looked up at his face to see him smiling with a thrilled disbelief look as I felt Brian pick up the pace with a “fuck yeah!” It didn’t take him long to shoot, filling my damaged bleeding ass with his AIDS cum. I knew that was it for Brian. He had a partner at home and couldn’t run the risk of bringing home gono. He pulled his cock out, all smeared with cum and bright red streaks of blood. I was hoping he was going to let me lick it clean, but with the gono in my mouth that was a no go. He did pull back the jock I was wearing, exposing my hard cock. He grabbed it by the head and squeezed, opening my piss slit so Jerome could smear some gono drip down in. I was getting a serious dose. Jerome moved between my legs, spread them further apart and admired my red, damaged freshly fucked ass. He began rubbing the head of his dripping cock over the damaged flesh, making sure the gono drip got into my tissue before plunging his cock balls deep. I could help but call out has his fat cock stretched my damaged ass. Jerome showed me no mercy and he fucked me, spreading my legs further apart and pile driving his massive meat deep in my ass. He kept up a steady string of comments about how he was knocking me up and tearing my stupid slut ass as he brutally fucked me while Brian looked on, stroking himself. I laid back, looking up at Jerome, spreading my legs as far apart as possible, giving him everything. And he took it, slamming his fat cock as hard in me as he could, trying to do as much damage as possible before grunting and filling me with his gono load. He laid on top of me, spent as he fucked his load in my damage ass while I licked the sweat from his forehead and neck. He gave me access to his pits, chest and stomach before presenting me his cock and balls to lick clean. “All done?”, Brian asked as I wrapped my towel around my waist. “Hardly”, I replied “I’ve been waiting for this.” They followed me out to the main dark room where I found my favorite spot open, a dark alcove with a dim light shining down at the entrance. Several other guys watched as I looked around, removed my towel and tied it around my neck like a cape. I moved into the alcove, bent over and grabbed my ankles, the towel falling over my head like a hood. I was only there a few minutes before I saw the first set of legs standing behind me. I groaned as their fingers went to my abused hole, followed by the head of a cock. I wasn’t the only one getting gono that night!

Carl – The Homeless Dick Gangbang in the Library and Matt the War Hero Apparently the main library in downtown DC was a place that a lot of homeless guys hung out when the weather got colder. More importantly for Dr Mike’s purposes (see story – Dr Mike Biohazard or healer?), there was a cruisy bathroom in the basement and a stairwell where guys fucked. When Dr Mike told me this he said, “You have agreed to do as I say, and Saturday, I want you to go down to the library and visit the reading room in the basement. I have a patient, he is homeless, a vet, who will be there as well and I have told him about you and what I expect. His name is Carl, he will meet you in front of the library at 9:00 a.m., and always wears a raggedy, long, blue trench coat. He also has an incentive as I promised him you will pay him $5 for every load of cum in your ass or mouth, but they better be mostly in your ass, so take a roll of bills with you, say $100. Anything more than that and you can make it up to him how you wish. I expect you to chase the infected cum as since these guys spend a lot of time on the streets, many hustle, many share needles, they almost all AIDs fuckers. You will serve him as you serve me. No questions, understand? Good. I will call you Monday once Carl reports in to me.” I had never really fucked with guys at bookstores and stuff, so was really nervous and did not know what to expect. I put some supplies into my backpack, a couple hand towels, small bottle of lube, my poppers, hopped a cab from Logan Circle and got dropped off at 9th and G Streets. The Martin Luther King Library is a long, low building, modern design and one that people seem to hate or love. I was not worried about its architectural integrity, just needed to satisfy doctor’s orders, so I climbed out of the cab and walked towards the main entrance. I did not see anyone fitting Carl’s description until I was almost at the front door. Carl stepped out from behind one of the columns, and he did have the long, blue and ratty trench coat on. Yes, it was cool out, but the coat was beyond disgusting. So was Carl. He was of mixed race, about 6”2, dark hair that was curly and fairly long, dark eyes, but clearly dirty and homeless and I could smell him 10 feet away. About 30 I guess and he was smoking a cigarette like he was sucking a drink through a straw. However, when he spoke I was taken aback, “Hello, my name is Carl. Dr Mike has asked me to ‘direct’ you so to speak today so here is the plan. A lot of guys use the library for a place to hang out and get warm during the day. Homelessness in America is a terrible sin, and makes God cry, but what can we do? That is neither here nor ether. You will serve me as you serve Dr Mike, do you understand? Yes? Fine – here is what I expect. I like ass, plain and simple, so I want to fuck you. You got a nice white ass on you so I want to cum. Also got friends, lots of friends in here and you brought the money right? Yes? OK, - well $5 for every load of cum. Come on, I am horny and want you to suck my dick.” Carl led me across the first floor to the bank of elevators at the back. There were a couple other people standing there too, women, who looked like they worked there, but paid Carl and me no mind and when the up elevator came, they got on. Carl and I waited and soon got on the down elevator. When the doors opened and I stepped out of the elevator bank I saw a long hallway to the left and right with hanging fluorescent lights up and down the middle of each hall. Even with all the light you could tell you were in the basement. It was still dark, damp, and cold. Carl walked down the hall to the right, and entered a small hallway to the right and a bathroom marked Women. What? I started to ask Carl and he said, “No women come down here, they know better, this is our place, now suck my cock.” I got on my knees and started to suck the nice cock Carl pulled out between the buttons in his trench coat. It was about 8, nice and fat, cut, and thick. His dick was two-toned. Light at the top, darker at the back, and I sucked and licked as best I could. Even though he was uncut his dick head had lots of cheese around it and funk, mix of sweat, old cum and probably someone’s ass. I just kept telling myself I needed his AIDs cum, so Dr Mike would be happy, so I sucked him as best as I could. Carl was hard but it did not seem to do anything for him. I stood up and bent over the dual sinks in front of the mirror and pulled my pants down. “Oh yes, that’s what I need, nice white ass, oh yes,” Carl said as he started stroking my ass cheeks. I reached into my backpack, pulled out the little bottle of lube and poppers and tried to handle the lube to Carl. He laughed, “Dr Mike said you may try that, no, the only lube you will get today is man juice, thick, infected, AIDs puss juice. So please put the back in your back and don’t bring it out again. The poppers are cool, let me do a hit.” I handed the poppers to Carl, who opened them, took a big hit, passed them back to me and returned to stroking my ass as he stroked his dick. I was worried as poppers make some tops soft, but not Carl, seemed to horn him up even more. If this was going to be a long day, I was glad the poppers were fresh. I then felt a nudge at my ass as Carl spit, and worked a finger in my hole. I guess Dr Mike taught him well as Carl started scraping my ass with his nails, which were really long, thick, and dirty. My ass was already sore, so I flinched, arched my back a bit forward, but Carl kept digging. He paused, pulled his fingers out, seemed to be inspecting them, then pushed them back in and dug harder. This time it really hurt and I cried out a little. Carl laughed, “So that’s your spot huh?” Pulled his fingers back out, looked at them again and I could see in the mirror as he smiled, licked his fingers clean, then bent forward, spit into my ass crack a few times, stood up, and eased his dick into my ass. “We’re going to get you good an infected today. Dirty up that nice white ass with AIDs snot and puss. You like that? Guess you must, or you will, doesn’t really matter either way. I’ve been fucking white ass since Boot Camp – can’t get enough of it and thanks to Dr Mike I will get plenty today. So you ready?” I nodded and said, “Yes please, I want your infected cum – please give it to me, please. I NEED YOUR AIDs.” Carl just pushed his dick into my ass, my hole opened up, welcoming his charged dick like long lost relative. Carl started moaning, and petting and rubbing my ass as he fucked, slow and steady. He had not been fucking me long when another guy, homeless from the smell and look of him walked in. I was scared, but guess Carl knew him as he stopped, stepped back, stroking his dick, and said, “Go on man, fuck him, he’s my slut today, so let the boys know. Got some good ass here.” With that the other guy unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants, and pulled out a nice black 9 or 10-inch dick. He spit on it twice, jerked the spit with his palm, then pressed it against my hole. I took a big hit of poppers, pushed my ass back and said, “Give me your black cum man!” The black guy grabbed my hips and started fucking me, while I could see Carl in the mirror stroking his cock as he watched me get some dick. The guy in my ass did not last long and before I new it he shot his load, pulled out, and left. I thought Carl would want me to suck him now, so I started to turn, but he pushed me back over the sink, dug two fingers up my ass, pulled them out, then lunged forward with his dick. Carl still had on his long blue coat with his dick pushed through the space between the buttons. He grabbed me tight around my chest, laid his head on my back, and fucked. Carl did not say a word as he fucked, just moaned and groaned as I kept us steady by leaning on the sinks. As Carl fucked me two other guys walked in. They looked rough – total street thugs with braids, Tommy Hilfiger coats, tats running up their necks, and both were well over 6”5, 6”6 and heavy and thick, and young in their late teens, or early 20s. I tried to push back afraid they would be upset by what they were seeing, but Carl leaned forward and kept right on fucking, seemingly oblivious to our new visitors. So I just looked at them in the mirror as they watched Carl fuck my ass. I hoped Dr Mike was happy. My ass hurt and this was degrading as fuck. Carl squeezed me tight and unloaded, pulled his dick out my ass, looked at our visitors and as he tucked his dick inside his coat said, “Sup fellas?” “We hear there’s fucking going on. This is our turf asshole – you know that. No fucking down here unless we get in on the action. Whatchu playin with? Whatcha deal? Who this boy?” Carl seemed hesitant, “He’s a friend of Dr Mike’s, you know Dr Mike, so don’t FUCK WIT ME!” They both laughed, and the guy closest to the door opened the door up as the other guy grabbed Carl by the shoulder of his coat and shoved him out of the bathroom. There I stood with my pants down around my ankles, in a bathroom at a library, cum dripping out my ass, as two thugs looked like they were going to beat me down. The thug closest to me said, “You like dick faggot? Betcha you do since you were all up on that nigga. He’s a fuckin bitch. I think you need to feel a real black dick, we need to get some of that and fuck Dr Mike – that asshole ain’t here, so time for us to get some good, sweet ass. Get over here, suck my dick!” I stumbled forward, bent down, and watched as the first thug unbuckled his pants and let out a big, black and thick dick. He was uncut, 9 inches at least, and smelled like Irish Spring soap. I almost laughed as he smelled sort of fruity compared to his persona, but held it in, opened my mouth and started sucking on his dick. As I started I heard Carl outside banging on the door and hollering, “You boys don’t know who you fucking with. That’s Dr Mike’s boy yo – let me in. I’m in charge of that ass. Come on mans, let me in.” Carl was sounding more street the more upset he got. The two thugs just laughed as one continued to lean against the door and hold it close while the other fucked my throat. The thug fucking my throat said, “Hmm yeah, got us a nice white bitch here I think, what do you think Lionel? I think he needs to pay our working tax if he’s going to be turning his little pussy out down here, what do you think? Turn around, I want some white pussy.” He pushed me off his dick, bent me over the sink and slammed his big black dick inside me with just the spit I had left on it and the cum already up there. I arched my back and said “OH fuck, that hurts!” The thug laughed and said, “Damn right white boy, now take this dick!” Carl had given up pounding on the door and the other thug took a wedge of wood from the corner, jammed it under the door, and then stepped closer to watch. His dick was out, and was longer and fatter than the guy fucking me. I was bracing myself against the sink, watching the thug fucking as he slammed in and out and while his mouth was moving, I could not hear what he was saying. Guess he was talking dirty, don’t know, so I looked at the other thug, the one called Lionel, with the bigger dick. He was biting his lower lip and stroking his cock as he watched his buddy fuck me, his eyes were big and hungry as he watch my ass take dick. Soon the thug fucking me started to pick up his pace. “Come on, gimme that white ass. Come on now, hmmmm. Yeah BITCHHH – come on…” and he shot his load. As he pulled out Lionel pushed him to the side and slammed his dick balls deep. I gasped as he was bigger and thicker, so I hit the poppers and braced myself again. The first guy zipped up, moved the edge of wood, opened the bathroom door and as he did I could see Carl try to step in. “Back the fuck up mother-fucka!” the thug said as he pushed Carl away and closed the door. Lionel then adjusted his footing, bent back a little, bent his knees, and angled his dick straight up into my ass walls. I gasped a little with the pain, saw him smile in the mirror, he bit his lip harder and started to pound. Lionel had skill. He did not just slam fuck, he scraped the gutz going in and coming out, angling to hit the walls hard and deep with every stroke and using his hips to leverage his motion. All the while he was biting his lower lip like he was concentrating really hard. I just hung onto the sink as my ass opened up. My ass hurt, but the pain was mixed with horniness as I started to push my ass back. “Yeah baby, that’s it – hungry for this big black dick aint ya?” Lionel said, “You need that pussy fucked good huh? I gotcha baby, got that dick to make that hole talk back – let me hear it now – talk back to me pussy – yeah that’s it now, yeah….” Lionel had hiked his shirt up and his torso had several big tats on it, and every time he slammed against my ass the skin to skin contact smacked and talked back, and my ass gasped as he pulled his dick out before shoving it back in, making juicy sounds from the cum left by his friend. “You want them babies? Want them black babies? I gotcha now, you take my fucking babies, yeah pussy – take em, take em, TAKE MY BLACK BABIES!!!” Lionel shot his nutt up my ass, pulled his dick out, wiped it off on my shirt, buttoned up, and said, “We got you here, hear me? This one was on the house, but nothins free around here. Next times gonna cost you one way or the other.” He then opened the bathroom door. The first thug was standing guard, let Lionel out, smiled and waved off at me, then closed the door. I was standing there when Carl opened the door and came back in. “Those boys don’t know who they fuckin with yo, you hear me? No they don’t. You are Dr Mike’s and I am going to tell him, going to tell him what they did.” “Carl,” I said. “Look, relax man, Dr Mike told me to take as much cum as I could up my ass and you would set me up. As far as I can see you have done just that, right? No need to get worked up.” “Yeah man, but they should not have done that. This is my scene, my play, you hear?” Carl was all worked up and stressing. “Don’t worry Carl, here let me give this to you now,” as I fished $20 out of pocket, “This will set things right, OK? Dr Mike told me to give you $5 a load, and those guys gave me two, so hear is what I owe you. So what about those two? Are they infected with the bug? What do they have?” Carl counted the money once, twice, a third time, looked at me, said, “Yeah, we’re good now. OK. OK. So here’s the deal. Dr Mike said to make sure you saw the guys who got around the most – you know? The ones who may have a little something something, and I know who they are. Some of the guys are really fucked up sick. That first guy, I don’t really know him, but those two,” Carl said with a sneer, “They are bad news. You just stay away from them and they are not ones to be asked about the bug. They will cut you for talking shit like that and just because they fucked you without a rubber, means nothing. They are dawgs – they fuck holes – period – so do not read anything into it.” I laughed, as I had their cum in my ass and frankly wanted some more, but I just shook my head, pulled up my pants, and followed Carl out the bathroom. We walked down to the right into a reading room. Carl wandered around, I followed him, and the place was dead. We went back down the hallway past the bathrooms to the other end. This reading room was larger, had a desk with a librarian, several tables, and the two thugs who just fucked me were at one of them. The first thug punched Lionel’s arm, laughed, pointed at me and said something. Lionel just nodded his head, smirked, said something and they both laughed like they had said, ‘were going to get you again”. Right then I wanted nothing more than to ditch Carl and get on my knees for these two, but Dr Mike was more important, so I kept following Carl. God damn! I wanted Dr Mike. I should not be here. I was a little pissed and angry We saw a few guys sleeping, one guy actually pissing in one of the aisles between books, and made our way to the far back. There were a several smaller tables that each had at least one person at them. Carl told me to stay by the book stacks, so I lingered as he started walking table to table and whispering to some of the men there. I tried not to be obvious, but did look as I could, causally. They were definitely all homeless. Dirty, disheveled, and I was sure they stunk. I did not see the first guy who fucked me, but as I watched Carl, the other men there started to watch me, so I turned back to the books. I was looking at a magazine that was two years old when Carl tugged at my sleeve, “Come on man, got some boys who are down.” I turned, followed Carl, and we headed back to the corner behind the tables, turned around the last stack of books, and opened a door into a stairwell. It had a big red sign on it, EMERGENCY EXIT ONLY – ALARM WILL SOUND – but nothing happened when we opened the door and stepped through. Someone had busted the latch in the door jam, so the door would not close shut. The stairs went up to the right and then there was a landing straight in front, and then the stairs went over our heads on the left. To the left in front of was a space that went back about 20 feet and created a big empty space under the stairwell that was pretty dark. I could see several small lights, apparently this was the place to go smoke, and not just cigarettes. Carl walked forward and I followed. As my eyes adjusted I could see several guys standing around in the stairwell hall, mix of races, age, sizes and looks. Some looked clearly homeless, others looked like normal guys. Here I saw the first black guy who fucked me who just nodded and smiled as we walked by and he reached out and grabbed my ass. Carl led me to a short guy standing in the corner. From the dim light he looked Latin, short, dark hair, beard and as we approached he pulled of his coat, set it on the floor, unbuckled his pants, and pulled out his dick and started stroking it. It was about 7, average thickness, uncut, and no one seemed to mind, They just kept smoking, so I knelt down, set my coat and backpack on the floor, and started sucking him. He grabbed my head, said “Si, Si, suck my pinga”, so I did. I then felt a hand rubbing my ass, so I opened my pants, slid them over my ass, and felt the cooler air in the stairwell raise goose bumps on my ass cheeks. The hand on my ass found my hole and I soon had one, then two fingers fucking me. I was bucking my ass back and then stood up. “Back that ass up!” someone said, so I did and felt pretty small dick pop in my hole. It must have been really small as that was about as far as it went, just inside my hole. It felt strange – I often did not feel real small dicks, so it was weird. Bigger than a finger but not? Hard to explain. Anyways, I focused on sucking the Latin guy and was soon rewarded with a throat full of hot cum. He pulled away and stepped out of my line of sight. I could not really turn as the little dick guy was still fucking me, but soon there was someone new in front of me. “I ah need ah some some – I ah …” This guy was clearly drunk or high so I unbuckled his belt, opened his jeans and dug for his dick. I was rewarded with a nice long dick but holy fuck it smelled. I gagged as this man was rank, but he moved his hips and pushed his dick towards my mouth. Thank God I had poppers. I took two big hits then sucked him and gagged again. God damn! He had a big dick, but the foreskin completely covered the head even when he was hard and sticking my tongue in the hole was like licking a pig’s ass. It was foul, but my goal was to get cum, so I opened my mouth wide and let him fuck my throat. In the meantime the little dicked guy had finished – I guessed – and was soon replaced by a nice size dick. This guy was a talker, “Oh honey, ain’t that pussy sweet, oh yes Sirree – that is a honey of a hole – whoo heee- ahh – yeah – that is sweet pussy – oh sweet pussy – let me in that pussy – oh pussy - - -“ The guy in my ass shot his load, loudly as he exclaimed “CUMMING IN YOUR PUSSY...” for everyone and their fucking brother to hear. When he pulled out the nasty dicked guy in my mouth pulled out, went behind me, and stuck his dick in my ass. I was nice and wet, but he was long, so I felt it when he plunged in. I lost track of which fucking nasty dick I sucked and which one fucked me. My mouth was coated with cum, ass juice, dirty dick head cheese and more. I got several loads down my throat and several in ass. When my legs got tired I knelt on my hands and knees on the floor and the guys did the same as they fucked me doggy style in the ass and filled my mouth and ass with homeless dick. I saw Carl several times standing off to the side, sucking on his cigarettes, stroking his dick as he watched me get gang banged by the homeless guys in the stairwell. I don’t know how long I was in the stairwell, but Carl tugged at my arm, “Come on man, we’re done in here.” So I got up, went to take some paper towels out of my backpack to wipe my ass, but a black hand reached out and stopped me and guided my hand to his dick. I looked and in the dim light saw it was the first guy who had cummed in me in the bathroom. “I got another load of cum for you if you want it,” he said. I did not say a word, just turned my ass around and backed up onto his dick. I was so sloppy with cum he slid right in all the way without a hitch. He wedged me into the corner under the stairs and fucked me rough. He was fighting to get that load out and grunted and was breathing hard as he fucked. I was rewarded with another hot shot of cum and this time he turned me around and made me lick him clean. DELICIOUS! His black dick was shiny and slick with juice and cum from all the guys who had fucked me. I was so horny thinking about all the infected poz cum I had hopefully taken, I sucked him deep and licked him clean. He was still sort of hard so I stood up and asked, “Can you please stick it in me again? You got a great dick and I want to taste it and lick you off some more.” He laughed a big, hearty laugh, “Yeah slut, yeah.” He fed me that shiny slimy black lollipop a couple more times – sticking it up my ass, working it around so it was nice and slick, pulling it out, then me dropping to my knees and licking it clean. I still wanted more, but the guy pulled up his pants and left, and Carl grabbed me again, “Get dressed.” As we walked back into the reading room, the fluorescent light hurt my eyes and several of the guys at the tables looked at me and smiled – oh God – please don’t tell me they fucked me! I asked Carl if I could use the bathroom and followed him back out into the hall. This time he took me into the Mens room that had two stalls, one with no door. The other one was occupied so I asked Carl, “Hey man, can you stand in front of the door for me? Watch out? Give me some privacy?” Carl nodded and stood in front of the door as I sat on the toilet, pissed, and let a flood of cum and ass juice out of my ass. Of course there was no toilet paper, but Carl grabbed a few sheets of towels from by the sink and handed them to me. I wiped off, and then headed to the smaller reading room. There was still hardly anyone there and those that were also seemed homeless. I guess the basement was where they all came. I had packed a bottled water and some snack bars, and sat at a table and offered a bar to Carl. He waved me off and looked around all anxious and jittery. “I need to run out a minute, OK, please sit here until I return.” I grabbed an old picture book off a shelf, and started flipping through it as I finished my snack. My ass felt so empty after all that dick, and I was so horny and worked up. Being ganged on by those guys was actually pretty hot and my dick was hard thinking about. I then started thinking about Lionel and his thug friend and started shifting in my chair, wishing I had their dicks in me again. A while later Carl came back, sat down, ran his hands through his hair a few times and let out a big breath. “Alright, I got someone else I want you to meet. His dick is radioactive, and bet he will infect you good.” Carl led me thought the book stacks into a section of the basement that seemed older, darker, and dirtier than the rest where we ran into a white guy between the stacks. This guy had long greasy hair, long beard, bushy eyebrows, and several coats on. Even from several feet away I could smell him. Carl motioned me over, “This is Mathew man, I knew Matt at Boot Camp and we were buds. Got shipped out at the same time and he was one of the first grunts into Kuwait, right Matt? Good man here – hero – Matt’s a hero (and then in a whisper) – but not all quite there any more.” Matt had not said a word and had sort of a blank look on his face. Carl leaned in and whispered to him, Matt looked at me, Carl looked at me, and then motioned for to follow them. We wandered down a few aisles, towards the end where there was a little dead end between book stacks. Matt started to take off his coats and Carl said, “Ok, now get undressed.” “No way man, we’re in the middle of the fucking library,” I said in an angry whisper. Carl walked up close to me, and said “Your ass is mine, just like Dr Mike said. Don’t worry, no one comes back here and I will watch out. Matt doesn’t leave the stacks, but he has a nice dick and I know he’s got the bug – you know AIDS. Fucker is sick, so now drop your pants.” I was still unsure, but set my coat and backpack on the floor and thought maybe Carl was right. I had not seen anyone down here, so what the hell. I undid my pants and pulled them down, turned around and backed up towards Matt. I felt a pair of rough, calloused hands rubbing my ass cheeks. He then stuck a couple fingers in my ass and began working them around. My hole was pretty juicy, so there was not resistance. Matt then pulled his fingers out and I felt a something larger pressing against my hole. Was he trying to fist me? No, I did not do that. I pulled way and turned and was stunned. Matt had the biggest dick I had ever seen on a white guy. Holy fucking Christ! He was even bigger than Charles, the leather master, and there was no fucking way I could take him. I started to back away and pull my pants up. Charles walked up to me, anger flashing in his eyes, he grabbed my shirt and said, “Look here now. Like I told you. Your ass is mine today because Dr Mike said so. So you need to do this, alright? Your hole is nice and open after all that dick you took. You just have to relax and not think about it. I know my man Matt is big, but he’s a fucking hero and you WILL give him your ass.” I nodded yes, turned around and bent back over and took several big hits of the poppers. I felt the pressure against my ass again as Matt tried to get his dick up my ass. I was so nervous, my hole was clenched tighter than a virgin, and it just was not happening. “I’m sorry man, I just can’t, you are so fucking huge! I just can’t – not here, not like this.” Carl waved me away and went over and chatted with Mike. I got dressed and stood and waited. Carl came over to me. “Ok, here’s what’s going to happen. Unless you want me to tell Dr Mike you disobeyed me, you will drop your pants NOW. Now get on your hands and knees on Matt’s coats there. I will let you use some of that lube you brought, but only a little, just enough to get him in.” I dropped my head, knowing I could not say no, and unbuttoned my pants again, and knelt on Matt’s coats and waited to see what would happen. Matt got up behind me and said, “I want some ass.” Carl opened the bottle of lube, I felt the cold liquid run down my crack and Carl’s fingers work it into my hole. He dug at my insides at the same time, making me moan. I then heard the bottle spit some lube out and Carl slide some up and down Matt’s dick. Matt said, “I want to fuck now.” Matt got behind me and tried slamming his dick in my ass. It would not go. I was trying to push him away as Carl pried my hand off Matt. Matt pulled me back and then slammed into me as I lost balance and dropped the poppers. I cried out, gasped, and started begging, “Please stop, no, don’t fuck me, don’t fuck me!” Carl was in front of me now, wide eyed, watching Matt fuck me and seeing me cry, and scooted behind me so he could better see Matt’s dick go in my ass. Matt was ripping me wide, but not saying a word or making a noise. I was crying out for him to stop, but he ignored me as he kept a steady pace fucking my hole. Matt was stronger than he looked and I felt impaled as his dick inched deeper and deeper into my guts. I was now blubbering, begging him to stop, but he didn’t. Even with all the pain, my dick was hard, and soon Carl scooted back around and fed me his dick. “Take that AIDs dick bitch. You’re a bitch for that AIDs dick. That AIDs dick ripping your ass! Yeah man – ripping it! Want that AIDs cum? Want that fucked up shit! Nasty ass – come on Matt – fuck him Matt – FUCK HIM!!!! Carl shot his load in my mouth and after several more tortuous minutes, Matt unloaded in me too. He did not say a word, just spasmed and pulled out, trailing blood, cum, and ass juice as he did. Carl put his hand on my shoulder, “Are you OK? Fuck that was hot man. You just got infected a true hero, ain’t that right Matt? I know it hurt, but you got to bleed to do this right, just like Dr Mike said.” That was my first visit to the library with Carl, but not my last, as Dr Mike made the library part of my regular treatment program. I saw Matt a few more times at the library, but he never fucked me again there. I did bring him home with me once though and he literally fucked me non-stop for hours in every position I could image. I did see the two thugs again, and the next time, they ram fucked me in the stairwell, and it was Lionel’s turn to leave me bruised and bloody and my way to becoming a biohazard.

Yup being poz is not all it's cracked up to be. Remembering to take meds on time every day is a real bitch. Keeping a look out for any opportunistic infections. Another bitch is having to disclose my status every time then deal with a potential freak out and being made feel less than dirt. Seeing the look of horror on dentists faces alone should make you bug chasers think again. To guys wanting to convert, I say fuckin stop and think again. Understand the full repercussions of the decision to go poz. It's not to be snifed at.