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I woke up some time later, looking around. I was still naked and in my dads room. 'Must've been a dream...' I thought as I went to rub my head, which was pounding. The only thing is... I couldn't move. My hands and ankles were tied to the posts tightly. I began to pull, trying to get free, when I heard large footsteps coming up to his room, followed by a chuckle. "Glad to see you awake boy. This wouldn't be fun if I couldn't hear ya' scream." - my eyes widened as I looked back, seeing my fathers frame filling the door way. "D.. Dad I.. Change-.." "Shut up! I told you that you were going to regret it, right? And you will." He walked towards the bed, the door slamming shut. I could feel him on the bed now, in between my legs. I twitched as he touched my ass, spreading it to present him my tight, puckered hole. He must've liked what he saw because I heard a low, bellowing growl. I could hear him gurgling and snorting, shooting a large amount of what I found out later was spit and phlegm. It felt cold and made my face flush for a second, before I could feel one of his thick fingers shove into my hole. My whom body burnt and I let out a yelp. "Take it out!.. Take it.. Ahhh!" I could feel him working his finger in and out. His nails sharp on my walls. His other hand came down on my ass, making me groan. "Shut it boy. I've just gotten started.." He pulled his finger out of my ass, feeling blood trickle down onto my scrotum. "I.. I'm bleeding!" I said, looking back. Oh, how I wish I didn't. He licked his finger hungrily and chuckled at my surprise. His cock was outstretched from his crotch area. It looked longer than mine, and thicker than a coke can. "Hmmm.. Nothin' tastes better than a virgins pussy."

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.

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.

Last night. Went over to a regular buddy's house and messed around for a while and left with his load up my ass. Before I did, checked to see if I could find another hookup because I wanted to seed. The poz twink I've been seeing was on Grindr and looking, so messaged him and headed over. He gave me his load and I fucked him as well. He was pre-loaded like me, which we both found hot.

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.

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.

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#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!!”

So.. last Friday I was working... around 1 in the afternoon I got a text from a rined who asked me what I was doing... of course I told him I was working and asked what was up. He told me he was with a fuckbud and he wanted to tagteam his friend with me.. I prefer to bottom but every now and then I need a greedy ass to fuck... But unfortunately I was working and just texted a bit with my friend, asked pics of his buddy, asked if they played safe or bb (my friend told me they were playing safe... I knew he was lying but I was gonna play his game). I told my friend I could join them after work, not thinking they would seriously consider it, since it would take me 5 hours before I would finish work, go home shower and go to his buddy.. They told me to come. So... the last 4 hours at work took forever.. I was completely distracted by my raging hardon and needed to get home asap. When I was finally off work, my friend texted me the address. Het told me he hadnt cum yet, so I should come quick and watch my friend cum. ABout my friend.. we hooked up before, we done threesomes before, but most of the time wioth me as a bottom. he is the older 9inch black guy who fucked me with another black dude in my post '7 loads, 4 guys'. So, I went to this dude;s place.. My friend opened the door and told me to undres immediately. I entered the living room and saw this hot black guy with long dreads (I love dreads) face down, ass up on a mattress. The sight was HOT. my friend was getting sucked and I sat behind the dreadlockdude. Started rimming his hol... my tongue entered.. and of course I tasted cum... my friend was grinning when he saw my face... I dove into this guys ass.. and started rimming deep. It was fucking hot... after a while, mr dreadlock turned around and sucked my dick. My friend started fucking him.. it was hot to see that black dick fucking that black ass.. I could cum right then and there but wnted some fun. So mister dreadlock started to turn around every few minutes, so my friend and I were tagteaming him like crazy.. Still one of the hottest things to do as a top.. fuck a cumfilled bottom with a friend.. After tagteaming for half an hour (and me getting hornier and hornier) the bottom wanted to get a drink.. He left for the kitchen and I started sucking my friend.. Love to tasste all the assjuices and cum on his dick... THe bottom took to long to vcome back... I was horny.... so I sat on my friends dick... it was soo hot.. it slipped right in.. After a few minutes, the bottom came back and started watching... I needed to cum... so I jumped of my friend's dick, and fucked the bottom again... Even though I needed to bust my load, I still wanted to see my friend fuck mr dreadlock... While my friend was fucking... i crawled underneath them.. I was licking my friends dick while he was fucking.. I love doing that... So did my friend so after a few minutes of licking... het started screaming and came deep in dreadl;ock's ass... as soon as he took his dick out of the ass I took it in my mouth and got the last bits of cum.. that did it.... while still sucking I fucked mr dreadlocks and cam deep in his cumfilled ass... I really needed it... best part was that mr dreadlock looked so happy when I came in his ass... I didnt care if he came or not.... I was there for my pleasure... nnot for his We are gonna do this again real soon.. Mister dreadlocks only lives 5 minutes away by car... Will keep you posted!

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.

A Couple educating a shy bottom Toby and Jake saw the cute young Asian boy’s online profile and hit him up. T: Hey what’s your name, babe? A: Young. You? T: Toby…. let me see some pics. A: I only have few. Sent. T: You should take more pics… if you want I can take them for you. A: Really? T: Yes. Come now. My assistant and I just finished a shoot and we can take your pic before we clean up the set. A: Okay… An hour later, Young was at the door to our studio. “Welcome.” Toby greeted him by the door and led him into the back where Jake, Toby’s boy friend and another young man from online waited both in their underwear. “Get comfortable. Take some clothes off.” Toby and Jake pulled clothes off Young to reveal a slim smooth body. Toby was pleased that Young was cooperative even though he was shy. As Young stood in the middle of 3 of them in his underwear, he was blushing red all over his body but he remained almost naked as he was told. “What would you like to drink?” “whatever you have. I think it will help me to relax a bit.” “Okay. I will make you a special drink.” Toby approached Young with a drink and fed it to him. As Toby tilted the glass back and high, Young’s slim neck pushed out and bent back. Toby wrapped his fingers around his neck slightly and locked lips with Young. Young’s slim body shook as Toby roughly twisted the boy’s head around while they locked their tongue and exchanged saliva. Jake quickly dropped a pill in their mouth and rubbed his body along the two of them. Toby took a sip of water and fed it to Young’s mouth and watched him drink it up. Toby and Jake was pleased to find young Asian boy to be as submissive as they expected. They moved behind the camera and light and started to shoot Young’s now sexually aroused body in different poses. They asked Tim the other young man they fund online to put some ointment on Young’s body. Tim has approached them online initially to watch them have sex only but as Toby and Jake handled Young’s body, they saw clear arousal in Tim. Tim was eager to run his hand on the slim smooth skin of Young’s body and as he rubbed ointment on his skin, he started to get rock hard under the tight briefs. Toby asked Tim to pull out of the shot before he got carried away and saw Tim pulling away reluctantly. Toby set the camera to record video and joined Young in the set. Jake joined them with few pillows which they stuck under Young’s belly so he could be poised better for fucking and sucking. Both Toby and Jake ate Young’s hole and poured as much saliva into it as they could to make it wet for their cocks. When Young’s body was aroused enough to be fucked, his hole started to get wet naturally like a real pussy. “Young, you really have a nice boy pussy and it gets so wet for our cocks.” Toby complemented the young bottom on his good nature before he took his pleasure from it. Toby started to push in without condom at first and the bottom didn’t really seem to fight it off. But Toby felt bad for the young Asian bottom and asked Jake for a condom and lube. He could see a bit of disappointment in Jake’s eyes as well but that all melted away as he pushed into Young’s hot boy pussy and started to pound it away. Jake got in front of Young and pushed his head down and the boy showed incredible talent in using his throat muscle to milk his cock and Jake fed him his first load in less than 10 minutes. Jake’s cock stayed hard as he made Young suck it back to life as Toby pumped in and out til he filled the condom with his cum. Jake almost pushed Toby out of the way and started to fuck Young’s boy pussy. Tim broke his silent observation and pulled young’s head onto his cock and held him down on his cock while Jake pounded him and shot his cum into the condom. Toby and Jake left the room for a quick wash up leaving Tim and Young alone. Tim turned Young around and had him sit down on his bare cock and bounce on it. Lots of liquid oozed out of Young’s hole to coat Tim’s cock and balls. Tim licked his finger off of the wetness and loved how it tasted. He bit Young’s earlobe and whispered “I love the smell and taste of your pussy juice, bitch” and started to chock Young a bit as he bounced him harder and faster on his cock. Toby approached them and Tim stopped fucking and pulled out. Toby sent Young to clean up and asked Tim to leave. Tim followed Young to the bathroom after he got dressed and took a piss while he watched Jake and Young taking shower together. Tim was desperate to get Young’s contact info before he left. He went to the set and found Young’s bag and saw his phone sticking out of one of the pockets. He picked it up and called his phone before he left. Young shared how he felt more comfortable with Toby and Jake since they were together for some reason and asked them to have her back for more sex soon before he left. 2…… Tim….. Tim called Young, the Asian bottom the minute he got home. When he heard the soft voice answer, he felt his nasty switch on and asked him rudely, “you loved feeling my raw cock in your pussy bitch?” Young knew Tim was mean and could be dangerous but he loved how he treated him. Hearing Tim’s deep masculine voice talking dirty to him started to arouse him for some reason. “Where are you now?” “Just about to get on the subway.” “Stay there. I will pick you up.” Tim hung up and called his dealer. Young wanted to leave and walk away from Tim and all his BS but he felt his hole pulsing as he remembered the sensation of his raw cock. He also felt hot moist oozing out of him. He has waited for Tim more than an hour and started to get tired. Young started to stretch when a big black SUV pulled right behind him as he bent to touch his toes. The window rolled down and Tim’s face appeared. “Bitch, get in.” Tim threw Young’s bag to the back but had him sit in the front on his lap. Tim fucked Young’s hole with two fingers and let it get wet like before. “His pussy gets really wet like a real pussy.” said to the driver. Driver was a big black man with a scary face and big fat black fingers that wasted no time joining Tim’s fingers fucking Young’s boy pussy. Together they fucked young’s hole and opened it up by the time they reached their destination. Tim made out with Young at any chance he got as they went to an apartment building. The black man entered first and two followed. Tim was all over Young right by the door even before the door closed. He almost ripped the clothes off of Young to rush getting him naked. “Let’s bump him up.” The black man started to fill a big turkey baster with cocktails of drugs while Tim forced Young to deep throat his cock and choke on it. The black man pushed Young’s slim body to bend him forward to be ready to receive his turkey baster injection. After he emptied it into Young’s hole, he pushed a small butt plug to seal it inside for a while. Tim continued forcing Young to orally serve his cock as he watched Young’s eyes get filled with druggy cloud and ecstasy. As Tim observed a young boy losing his mind to rugged up high completely, he was getting high as well and he wanted to mark the boy as his. He slapped the boy really hard and made his hand prints on his face and on his ass cheeks but he wanted to do more. Tim raped Young for hours as he beat him up harder and harder as his dealer watched them. “MAn.. you are going to kill that bitch..” His friend stopped Tim from chocking Young as he fucked him full of his cum. At about the same time, Young’s cock started to shoot cum all over in between their bodies. “Bitch loves it. Look, he just came when I almost killed him.” Tim fucked Young for few more hours and bred him few more times before his friend asked him…. “So hand over the bitch now and I will give you enough shit.” Tim pulled out roughly and Young let out high pitched scream. Young tried to fuck back on to Tim’s cock but Tim pushed him away with his foot and both the dealer and Tim found it a bit amusing. Tim got up and ready to leave and walked out after his dealer said, “Thanks for the gift”

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!

Took a couple of loads from a newly converted guy I found on barebackrt. We met at a local nature preserve for an outdoor fuck. The place is a hotbed of gay sex, and I've never seen anyone there use a rubber. I stripped completely naked and leaned against a tree. He didn't undress, just took out his cock, spit on my hole, and slammed in. He fucked me hard for about 10 minutes before blasting a hot load deep in my man pussy. When I stood up, I saw 2 guys watching and stroking. I invited them to fuck me but they only wanted blowjobs. I happily sucked them off, swallowing one load and taking the other on my face. By the time my face got jizzed, my gift giver was ready for round 2. He lasted longer this time, and fucked me for nearly an hour before breeding me for the second time. With any luck, maybe I'll finally convert.

Yes, I agree. Timing is everything. Perhaps when this topic was raised back in 2010 it was at least plausible. Perhaps. Today, in America in 2016 if as a black man you want your sex partner to call you a nigger, you have major issues. If as a white man you want to ask your black sex partner if you can call him nigger, just don't ask. Because if you have to ask then it's probably not okay. There are so many other words to use to demean and degrade your sex partner... so just dig deeper in your vocabulary and you will find other titillating words. Today's social and political climate make race such a hot button topic that a white man's tone and perceived agenda might be misconstrued by a black man...even though the white man's intent was never meant to offend the black man. For a white guy who is contemplating using the word or for those who have already used it successfully: don't be surprised if your black sex partner backpedals on you in a heartbeat. In a nanosecond the acceptable can become unacceptable. Why risk it?

$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.

There was no question I was a slut when I really lost my virginity. But until that night I always got fucked with a condom, no if, ands, or buts about it. I was dancing at a club with friends when I noticed this guy staring at me. He was tall, lean, and blonde. We couldn’t stop staring at each other, and before I knew it he had pulled me from the guy I had been dancing with and we were grinding on each other to the music. Needless to say we ended up back at my place. As soon as he closed the front door we ripped each other’s clothes off, grabbing and sucking as much skin as we could. Ending up on my bed I went crazy when he started fingering my hole. In anticipation I reached into my drawer to grab lube and a condom. “I just need the lube,” he said. That freaked me out. “I only get fucked with a condom,” I said pushing him off. “No glove, no love.” We were both rock hard, so I wasn’t surprised when he took the condom and put it on. He slowly pushed into me, filling me up with what I loved most in the world. Cock. We kissed as he thrust into me, going faster with each pump. Before I realized what was happening he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and rammed back into me. The only thing I loved more than cock was being dominated, so at this point I was in heaven. He kept pulling all the way out and shoving his big dick back in, until suddenly the fuck was just better. I started moaning louder than I ever had before, feeling more sensation than I swore I usually did. Something in me changed then. I became more aggressive, thrusting back, needing to feel his dick rubbing against my hole. We must’ve cum together because we both started howling at the same time. For some reason the inside of my ass felt hot. It was such a turn on! “Thanks for the fuck. Gotta go,” he said pulling out. Before I knew it he was gathering clothes and bolting out my room. I tried following him to the door, wanting to ask if we could hook up again. How could I not after the best fuck of my life? But I got to the living room in time to see the front door slam shut. Sad I’d never get to feel that dick in me again I rubbed my sore ass trying to soothe it. That’s when I felt something wet against my crack. I dug in, trying to figure out what it was when it dawned on me. Taking a look at my finger my biggest fear was confirmed. The jerk had cum in my ass! To say I was pissed off would be an understatement. I noticed the used condom on the floor, and it was empty. I looked at my finger slick with cum when an odd thought came to me. I wanted to lick it. So I did, and I couldn’t believe how good it tasted. I dug my finger into my ass again, feeling just how squishy it really was. Pulling it out I knew I was being dumb, but for some reason I couldn’t help myself. I needed to taste my stealther’s cum leaking out of my ass! After a minute of dipping and licking, I realized exactly what I was doing. Horrified I ran to the shower and scrubbed myself all over, taking extra care to clean my ass. The next day I started taking PrEP to try to mitigate the risk of getting HIV. For a week I was a mess until I got tested, racked with guilt and terror. Terror that I had savored eating cum from a stranger out of my ass and terror that I had been infected with an STD. My tests came back clean, but I knew it would be months until I really knew if I was still NEG. I stayed celibate for a few weeks trying to be extra cautious. But with how much I loved sex I couldn’t resisted a good fucking for too long, so I was extra careful to make sure all my partners were clean and played safe. Unfortunately something was lacking. The first few times I just couldn’t cum. The friction I had always enjoyed while my ass was getting plowed just wasn’t enough anymore. By my fifth hook up I tried something I had been reluctant to do but was sure would work. I imagined myself getting bred, and sure enough I came buckets. After that encounter I was freaked again because I admitted something to myself I hadn’t wanted to. Being fucked raw was soooo much better than being fucked with a condom. It was no contest. But it was also dangerous. I went online looking up the dangers of fucking without condoms to remind myself why I had to forget about the best fuck of my life. That led to me finding the site that would change my worldview forever. Breeding Zone. At first I couldn’t believe what I was reading. People got off on chasing HIV? How could people actually want to be POZ? And stealthing. That was just fucked up. I knew from experience people did that and I was pissed people found it hot. I wasn’t amused when I noticed my own dick was hard reading stories about it. Before long I was obsessed. This whole time I kept hooking up, still vigilant about condoms. But every time I read posts or stories from Breeding Zone, the more frustrated I became. I did not want to use condoms anymore. They sucked. All they did was keep me from feeling the euphoria I had felt when I was stealthed. One day I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I did something I thought I’d never do. I made a profile on a site all about bareback hook-ups, BBRT. I was nervous making my profile. Taking a picture of my exposed ass was awkward, but also the most erotic thing I had ever done. My profile said: New to bareback. Trying to see if I really want it. It wasn’t long before I got responses. Some of the guys were really hot! Unfortunately they were also POZ. I still wasn’t ready to risk getting HIV, so I only responded to guys who were NEG. That first time was like an awakening. I went over to his place, still not sure about what I was doing. I brought condoms over, both out of habit but also hoping that maybe I could talk him into using one. When I got there I couldn’t believe how ripped he was. As soon as we were naked I was worshipping every inch of him, paying extra attention to his dripping dick. I started having doubts about the encounter when he put me against a counter so my ass was facing him. Then he rimmed me, dipping a finger in from time to time opening my hole up, making me forget the hesitation that had been building. But when he pressed his dick to my pulsing hole the need to tell him to stop, put on a condom, came over me. Then he pushed in, and I was officially a bareback bitch. He fucked me hard, making me moan louder than I had since the night I was introduced to the joys of getting bred. “Yea! Come on, harder!” I shouted. “Bred my ass!” “Yea bitch! I’m gonna fill your fucking cunt full of jizz! You want that? Don’t you faggot?” No one had ever spoken to me like that during sex, and to my surprise I loved it. “Hell yea! Cum in my ass!” I couldn’t believe I was begging for his load. Only months before I had been all about safe sex, and here I was screaming for him to breed me. I swore to myself I would never ask for a condom again. I was now a condom free zone, and I couldn’t have been happier. He filled me three times that night, and the next night I was getting loaded by another guy. I changed my profile to make what I wanted clear: My hole is meant to be loaded! Fill me with cum. NEG only. After a few weeks I realized something. I had become twice the slut I was before. While I had been fucked two, maybe three times a week before, I was now getting bred at least four or five nights a week. It wasn’t long before I’d hook up with several guys a night. One thing I was still careful about though was making sure the guys I hooked up with were NEG. Of course with how many hot POZ guys there were on BBRT, the temptation to break my rule was ever present. One night a guy messaged me who had the most beautiful body and dick I had ever seen. I knew I needed to have him fuck me, but before I could tell him to come over I noticed something. He was POZ. True, he was undetectable, but he was still POZ. I started messaging him back, telling him we wouldn’t be able to meet, when I remembered something I had read on Breeding Zone. Guys who were undetectable weren’t nearly as contagious as guys with high viral loads. The truth was guys who claimed to be NEG could be riskier cause if they didn’t realize they were infected their viral loads could be really high. That thought played through my mind as I debated over what my answer should be. Finally I decided. Fuck it. He was worth the risk. So that night I had my first POZ load. Once again I changed my profile: Breed me! There’s nothing I love more than sucking on a hot dick before its shoved up my ass to fill me with hot jizz! NEG preferred. Undetectable guys cool too. With the pool of guys open to me wider, I was soon getting fucked everyday. I started trying new things too. I was hooking up with one guy when he had to stop for a minute to take a piss. I said it without thinking. “Wanna piss in my mouth?” I blushed harder than I ever had before. I was about to say never mind when he grabbed my head, shoved his dick in my mouth and let loose. Gulping his piss down I thought it would never end, and it wasn’t long before I hoped it never did. Not long after discovering a love for piss I discovered another favorite pastime. Glory hole breeding. I had gone to a sex shop looking for some new toys when I realized there were video booths in the back. Curious I tried one out, turned on by the fact that I was watching porn and jacking off in what was essentially a public place. Soon I noticed a hole. Looking at it I wondered what it was for when a huge dick pushed through. I couldn’t believe it. I had found a glory hole! The need to go down on my knees and suck that dick was overwhelming. But I knew better than to hook up with someone whose face I hadn’t even seen. At least I thought I did until I found myself bobbing up and down on it, getting off on the fact that it was the most anonymous sex I had ever had. I whined when the guy pulled away, his dick going back to the other side. I started to get up to leave when I heard him. “Turn around. I want to fuck you.” At first I was alarmed. What kind of guy did he think I was? But my pants were already down and I was horny. For a moment I hesitated. I didn’t even know what this guy’s status was. With how much dick I was getting some were bound to be POZ with high viral loads just accounting for liars, but this was random sex on a whole different level. Bending down to pull up my pants I froze when he stuck his dick through again. That did it. Quickly I stepped out of my pants, turned around, grabbed his lubed up dick and pressed it to my now always lubed hole. Pushing onto him I felt like the biggest slut in the world. I loved it! Matching each thrust I focused on the feeling of his raw dick, basking in the euphoria it always gave me. When he came I came harder than I had ever done so before. It occurred to me my orgasms become stronger each time I did something more taboo. That realization was the nail in the coffin for my transition. Within a week I started to frequent bathhouses, getting as many loads as I could. I put out notices on BBRT and Craig’s List to make sure I’d get as much anonymous dick as possible. Between work and breeding sessions I barely slept. Status no longer became a concern of mine. All that mattered was that a guy had a dick and bred my hole. My BBRT profile now read: I take all cummers! No load refused! Bred me! Piss in me! Share me with your friends and strangers!!!!! Like I said status no longer mattered to me. Before long though POZ guys started to become an obession. One reason was because despite my year of high risk fucking I was still NEG. All the sluttiest guys I had come to know and hang out with were all POZ. I wondered how come I wasn’t too. Whenever I’d meet another NEG slut I’d be amazed I had found someone else like me. Then he’d convert. One night a hot, regular fuck buddy who was also POZ was ramming me deep when he became verbal. “You like that POZ dick, don’t ya you NEG bitch!” I had encountered POZ talk from time to time, but usually it did nothing for me. That night was different. “Fuck yea! POZ me up! Gimme dirty seed. I want to have your POZ babies!!!!” Once again I came harder than I ever had before. POZ talk became a huge turn on for me, and before I knew it I was getting fucked exclusively by POZ guys. The idea of converting was so hot it was all I started to think about. I started begging guys to POZ me, and without realizing it, I had become a chaser. One night I even went to the baths, paid for a room and put a notice on a board saying : NEG Cumdump. All loads welcome but POZ preferred. Help a chaser reach his dreams! My profile on BBRT changed again too, letting the world know exactly what I needed and wanted: Cumdump for POZ loads. NEG whore looking to convert. Bred me with toxic jizz, blindfold me, and let strangers use my hole! Just make sure they’re POZ and with HIGH VIRAL LOADS! I consider my POZ birthday to be the day I was video tapped in a gangbang with all POZ tops. I was in a sling with a mirror above me. I had requested it so I could see every second of my pozzing before I got to watch it on tape. I also wanted to stare at the message I had written on my chest in permanent marker that I planned to have tattooed: POZ PUBLIC CUMDUMP. At least twenty POZ tops were there, each brushing my hole with a toothbrush before they fucked me hard, leaving me their dirty deposit. Throughout the gangbang I thought about my decent and how far I had come. Once I was a normal guy, horny guy, who always practiced safe sex. Now I letting a group of POZ men, most of whom I had never met before being placed in the sling, abuse and rape my hole. As load after load of POZ jizz filled and overflowed out of me, I could only thing of one thing. I was home.

It's hard to believe that it is now 2015 and it has been two years since I moved to Amsterdam to live with Will after knowing him for only six weeks. We live in an apartment bang in the Centrum part of the city, just five minutes walk from the leather bars. I am now 20, he is 38 and I remember the night we met and the next few weeks like it was only yesterday. A few days after turning 18, I had an argument with my girl friend and we split up. I'd always known I liked men, so plucked up the courage to go to a gay bar. (As it turns out it's a well known bar for men into raunchy scenes, but I didn't know that at the time.) I stood outside for what seemed like hours, trying to get the courage to go in, but in reality it was only about 30 minutes. In that time, I counted 14 men who went in to the bar. After going through the doors, I quickly scanned the room and went straight to the bar. I felt like all the eyes were on me as I ordered a coke. I stood shaking on the inside and drank the coke in about 60 seconds. I had just finished the coke when someone behind me asked if I wanted another. I turned to decline the offer, but a stud of man was behind me and without knowing I would, I ended up saying “Yes, thanks.” He asked if it was my first time as I looked very nervous. I replied that it was my first time so he suggested that we go to the corner with our drinks and chat where I would feel more comfortable. He introduced himself as 'Will'. "Hi, Will. I'm Jake," I replied. Will explained that he was from Holland staying in a friend's house whilst doing some work. I could hardly look at Will because he was so stunning and had an aura of masculine sexuality. He was tall, dark, handsome and he had what looked like a rock hard body. I am, 5' 5", have a 27 inch waist, and have short dark blonde hair. In contrast to my slight build, I thought Will to be a man's man, and I was in heat. I noticed Will checking over my body and he turned the conversation to sex. He asked if I'd had sex with a man. "No, I haven't. I've just broken up with my girlfriend," I replied. "I'd love to have fun with you, and I know you won't be disappointed," was Will's reply. I hesitated replying and the next thing I knew, Will grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. I nearly shot there and then as I could feel a massive long hard cock. It felt like it must be at least nine inches. I looked at Will looking for words, but he knew just what to say: "I can see you like what I have for you." With that my hesitation disappeared in a second. "You wanna drop by my place for some fun?" Will asked. Naturally I agreed. During the cab ride back to Will's place, he had his hand on my leg and kept mine on his crotch and we were both boned the entire ride. When we got to his place he made drinks for us and he put on a porn DVD, which depicted two guys, one, the bottom, who was about my age, as he was getting fucked bareback by an older guy. The top eventually shot all over the bottom's ass before sliding back in. "We'll be more comfortable if we strip," Will suggested. I was trembling so bad I could hardly get my pants off, but not to worry. Will helped me. My cock was rock solid and popped against my belly as he pulled down my boxers. I knew Will was big, but when he pulled down his pants, I was stunned by how big he was. His cock was not only long but so thick. He was also uncut, had pulsing fat veins running down his entire cock shaft and he had massive low hanging balls. (I later found out his cock measured ten inches when hard, and about seven inches thick.) He smiled broadly, and suggested I have a feel. It was absolutely amazing, especially because there was a constant drool of pre cum hanging from the head. Will told me to sit on the edge of the bed so my face was level with his cock. He then put his hand behind my head and gently pulled me towards his cock, telling me to kiss it. I didn't need any more urging. Then he said for me to lick the head and taste the pre cum. Although I was still trembling, maybe even more than earlier, I did so and tasted him for the first time. Will bent over and kissed me, our lips covered in his pre cum. It was salty and so exciting to taste. "You like the taste?" he asked. "Yeah, it's great," I replied. "Good, you'll soon enjoy my pre cum lubing-up your ass," Will remarked. "No way, Will. Not only is that risky, but you are way too big.” Will just smiled, saying "That's not a problem." After a short time, Will sucked my cock gently as he knew how close I was to cumming and he didn't want me to do so. He turned me around and looked at my ass. He said it was one of the best he'd seen in ages. Will kissed my ass hole and shoved his tongue in. I never knew that could have felt so good and I groaned so loud and unexpectedly. Will had us all over the bed in various positions from kissing to sucking each other's cocks, but even I could see that he had more interest in my ass. It all worked to relax me and I noticed I was no longer trembling. Before long Will had me on my back, my legs over his shoulders, whilst he leaned over to kiss me. His body was so big compared to mine and it made me feel so safe under him. With his hand, Will rubbed some of his pre cum on my ass hole, fingering some into my ass. The sensation was amazing. Still I repeated myself "I really don't think I can handle your big dick, and in any event, certainly not without a condom." "That's okay. We don't have to fuck, but I just wanna slide my cock up and down your ass crack," Will commented, adding "I'm good at getting ass to relax, if only 'cause I've fucked hundreds, if not thousands of guys. So you know, practice makes perfect." He had me sniff what he later called poppers and it got me buzzing. As he kissed me, I could feel his cock slide between my cheeks. After each slide, he stopped for a few seconds when he pushed his dick head against my ass hole. He would gently push until I groaned in pleasure, then he'd pull back and recommence sliding against my ass. He kept kissing me telling me how good his cock felt against my ass. His cock was dripping huge amounts of pre cum. Each time he pushed his cock head against my ass hole, he left it there a bit longer. Although I was groaning, I told him I didn't want to be fucked. "Don't worry," Will said, "...you don't have to take me." After maybe five minutes, Will slowly pushed more firmly and I felt my ass opening. His huge cock head was half in. "I'll just leave it there for a few minutes before I pull out," Will commented, adding "You don't have to take any more. But I can feel my pre cum lubing-up your ass." He had me sniff more poppers and as he kissed me deep, I could feel him push further into my ass. I groaned again which seemed to encourage him more because he kept telling me how good I was doing and how hot my ass felt. All of a sudden, his head popped passed the first ring and it hurt like fuck. I asked him to stop and he said he'd hold it there for a bit until I got used to it. Will had me sniff more poppers and the pain did stop. He kept telling me again and again how good I was doing and I how my ass was making his cock pulse more pre cum into my ass. I was getting to like the idea of thinking his dick was part inside me and that he liked me so much to fuck me, Slowly he slid further in. No joking, it felt like an arm inside me. All the time I knew I should ask him to stop but I was liking it too much. Every few seconds Will slid further and further into me and every inch made me feel more and more pleased that he liked me so much to do this. Eventually, I felt I could not take any more and when I reached back I could still feel several inches of his cock on the outside. Will was whispering how good his cock felt inside me and how he was going to make love to me and cum in me. He slowly started pulling back until his dick head nearly popped out. He then pushed back in. This went on for sometime, but each time he picked up the pace. He was kissing and telling me he could feel his pre cum leaking into me, making it easier to slide. Will asked if I wanted him to stop. By that time I was enjoying it so much I said no way and and that I wanted him to fuck me. He said he was going to cum in me and all I could say was “yessssssssss shoot in me”. That got him going and he started fucking me even harder. He started breathing real fast and all of a sudden yelled as he was shooting. I felt his cock pulse six times as his ropes of cum shot deep in my ass. He lay on top of me, cock still inside. I realised then from the cum on my stomach, that I had shot when he did and I was amazed that the fucking was so wild, I didn't even realise. When his cock softened, it slowly slipped out and I felt empty without him. Will told me to lie on my stomach so his cum stayed put inside me. He said it was rude not to keep a guy's cum in my ass after he had fucked it there. He got up and had me lick and kiss his cock which by then had gone to its normal seven flaccid inches. I could taste my own ass on his cock and drops of cum still leaking from his cock. It was so hot. Will fucked me all night and shot in me another two times. Next morning my ass was sore and the bed was covered in dry cum that had dripped out my ass. Before we got up Will fucked me again, giving me his fourth load. We swapped numbers and I visited his place the next two nights when he again fucked his loads into me. On the third night I turned up, there were two guys who, Will explained, were waiting to meet me. It turned out they weren't actually Will's friends, but were fellow barebackers who he had met on line. Of course they liked to top ass. So all three of them raw fucked me, but that's a story for next time.

Well, I just got back from the most intense day I’ve had in a very long time. I can’t even begin to describe how fulfilling; yet naughty this experience has been. If I could take all the feelings and put them into one word or sound, it would be the sounds of a boy getting fucked, not being able to touch his own member – and cumming from the giant dick in his ass. This is how my day has gone, and it was amazing. Let’s start at the beginning – I was born into a . . . just kidding! Unless you’re into that whole “breeder” thing. No, no . . . it all started with a craigslist post that I put up yesterday morning. I usually don’t find much for hot sex on craigslist, but sometimes I get lucky. After posting the ad, I got a few hits from guys – you know, the usual crowd. But after a while, I received an email from a guy that said “Yo, my place is free right now. Come get fucked up that smooth ass. I’m 22, 5’11”, 150lbs. and 8 inches uncut.” (Damn!!) Attached to this email were two pictures. One was of his beautiful black uncut dick. The veins in his cock stuck out like they were yelling “this fucking cock is going to squirt so much black seed inside your tight little hole, you’ll be pregnant by the time I slip back out of your hole!” The only thing the picture left out was just how thick this cock was – it seems thicker and longer when it’s perched against your hole, waiting to penetrate your tight black-cock-virgin ass. The other picture that was attached to the email is one of those pictures that blocks out the persons face with the flash of the camera. However, you can clearly see his tight abs, long black dreadlocks, and a bulge coming out of his shorts that makes other shorts tent. Just looking at those abs, I could tell that they would be strong when pushing that fat cock up inside my body. After seeing the stats and pics that he laid in front of me, I emailed him back with my phone number immediately. I wasn’t thinking clearly, I was only thinking about taking that black cock in me as far as it would go. He texted me, and we traded more pictures, a few words, and by the time morning came of the next day, I was ready. I was ready to meet this black man with the giant cock, and we were going to fuck like rabbits until we couldn’t take it anymore. He texted me that morning and said “I’m not alone till ten am, but I’ll fuck you in my garage, the park nearby, the closet in the attic, anywhere you’ll take it.” My reply to this was “I have jungle fever, and you’re keeping my cure captive – I’m coming over for that cure!” He gave me his address, and I headed for my car! He texted me and asked if I was into a rape scenario, and I replied “yes.” At the time, I didn’t realize exactly what that set into motion for me that day. When I showed up at his house, he opened the door for me with his shirt off – his muscles were showing from underneath his thick dreaded hair, and I instantly realized that this was going to be a very important fuck in my career of fucking. He walked into his bedroom without saying a word, and I was unsure what to do. Without even taking my shoes off, I followed him to his bedroom. I noticed there was a movie playing on the television that had a few guys sitting around on couches smoking a bong. “You smoke 420?” he asked me. I shook my head to signal yes, because I was still staring at his rippling muscles and trying to figure out if the movie on the television was going to turn into a porn any minute. I saw that he had pulled out a little pipe and was now packing some green plant into the bowl. He handed it to me, and I took a long deep hit. I felt it fill my lungs, and I immediately started to relax. On the second pass of the pipe, the actors in the movie had started drinking out of bottles of vodka that guys held up to mimic their penises. Not long after, cocks were out of their pants and the “drinkers” were turning quickly into cock suckers. As I was spacing out from the pipe we had just smoked, he had gotten out of his chair and was walking towards me. “Didn’t you know it’s customary when a brother smokes you up, you have to suck his dick?” For a brief second, I was able to see the thickness and length of this mammoth cock. The pictures did absolutely no justice for this stallion of a dick that was presented before me. He thrust his dick near me, and I instinctively opened my mouth, because I intended to pleasure this man’s cock for all it was worth. He was rough inside my throat. I could feel his cock head brushing up against the deepest crevices of my throat, and it felt amazing. I was his slut for the day nobody would be pleasuring him that day, because I was going to make it so fucking good, that he wouldn’t have to think about sex for at least a few days. There was a smell about him that told me he worked hard – he was a man that worked hard for those muscles, and he gave off these pheromones that make you melt when you realize what he has been planning to do to you for the past 24 hours. I was engulfed in a cloud of weed and the wonderful scent of this black man. I tried sucking his dick so deep that I could put my nostrils near his pubes, and I could deeply smell his presence. He held onto the back of my head, pushing my mouth around his cock. He was making me his bitch, and we both could feel it – it’s not something you can control, it just happens. I pulled away from his cock, and he hit me across the face with it. “Put it back in your mouth.” I attempted to suck it as deep as I could, but couldn’t go for too long because it was such a mammoth member. I pulled away again, and this time was thankful to hear him say “lay down on your back!” I wasn’t really expecting him to be so forceful, but it was making us both so hot. “Spit on this dick, because that’s all you’re getting.” I assumed that meant he had no lube, and was going to fuck me only using the spit that I could slather on his cock. I tried my best to get it nice and wet, because I knew how much this cock could hurt me. Usually when I fuck, I like to put my hands on his hips to make sure that he doesn’t hurt me too much. However, this big black man had other plans for my hands. “Get your hands off me, bitch!” I didn’t know what to do at this point. His huge black cock was perched outside my hole and I could feel it pushing at my entrance just waiting to break the seal and push open my tight pucker allowing his entire cock shaft to bury itself inside of me and release its black seed. “Put your hands behind your head. Now.” I had decided that this was getting to be a little too much submission for me, and tried to push his hands away from me. He slammed his cock against my hole until it got stuck because there wasn’t enough spit, grabbed my hands, and shoved them behind my head. He told me to keep my hands there, or he was going to fuck my hole up worse than he already had. I laid there for a minute as he pulled out, mercifully put more spit on his cock, and penetrated my hole right away again. I could feel the penetrating cock pushing deep inside of me, and it was still a bit painful because it was so huge. As I laid here on my back, my legs spread over my head, and my ankles near my ears . . . I thought about the huge cock that was entering me, and how the bond that we were sharing was so erotic and intimate. As he pushed himself deep inside of me, it was like our souls were bonding and creating this relationship that you can only have with someone that you have known for years; yet, we had only known each other for a day. As I was thinking about all of this, another wave of the weed slapped me in the face, and I really started to enjoy what he was dishing out. A slow back and forth movement was really feeling good. “Are you ready for more?” he asked, and I thought that he had been all the way inside already. It turns out that he was only halfway inside, and he wanted to take me all the way down his throbbing rod of love. He pulled out for a second, and I asked him if we could change positions—my leg had started to fall asleep from being over my head. ;-) I turned around and laid on my belly on his bed. I felt him climbing up my body, running his fingers along my skin as he went; but, he didn’t linger, because I felt his cock perch against my puckered ass once again. I tensed up a bit, and realized that he hadn’t put more spit on his cock. It was almost nearly dry – he pushed inside, and it felt like he was pushing inside me with sandpaper on his dick. He spit a bit more down there when I yelped, but not much. As he continued to fuck me despite my pleas, I remembered that I just needed to put my hands behind my head, and it’ll make me relax more. I tried this trick that this hung black man had taught me, and it seemed to work. He kept thrusting in and out of me, and it was really starting to feel good. “Are you ready for more?” I was unaware that he wasn’t balls deep yet, because it felt like he had gone so much deeper. He pushed his hips against my ass, and I could feel that he was as close to me as could get. I was thankful that it wouldn’t be getting any bigger, and took a deep breath to adjust to his sheer size inside my tiny body. “I’ve still got more, are you ready for it?” I couldn’t understand what he was saying, because I felt his hips against my ass, and he was pushing pretty hard. How could I get more if he was already pushing inside me so deep? And then he changed his angle, and pushed his cockhead out of its foreskin while deep inside my body, and penetrated me even farther than I thought I could ever be had. The feeling was so deep inside me, I could hardly tell where my body ended and his began. We were melded together tighter than soldered metal, and there was no way he was letting me escape. As he pushed the entire length of his uncut dick inside my hole, I was lost for words. It felt as though his dick was precumming all over inside my hole, and making it nice and slippery to get some real fucking done. “I want you to cum inside my hole” I felt my words fall from my mouth before I even realized what I was saying. “I know” was his reply, in this smug tone that made me think I shouldn’t want this. However, I was like a piece of meat slammed on a shish kabob, and there was no way I was getting out of here before I was completely grilled to a “very well done”. “We’re going to have to pick up the pace if you want me to cum inside you.” I didn’t reply, and apparently he decided that I was ready to take his cock at faster speeds. I brushed my hands along his sides, and he yelled “don’t fucking touch me!” and slammed my hands back above my head. I tried to keep them there, and relax while he slammed in and out of my body from behind, as I lay there defenseless. I could tell that I was precumming all over the bed underneath me, with all this hot cock penetrating my hole. As he fucked away, it started to feel so great for me, I started moaning. The fucking was so good, the moaning only got louder. “Shut the fuck up, bitch” he hissed at me, and I tried to be quiet. When I started getting loud again, he took his pillow and smothered me with it. He kept right on fucking through this entire thing, and I could feel him slamming inside of me so deeply. All the while, with this pillow over my head, it was getting hot, and I was feeling like a used little bitch who was only there for a big cock. He fucked away like a mad man, and then I felt it. The thickness of this giant cock inside me had started to increase, and push against the outer walls of my insides. Every part of my insides felt like it was being pushed away by this hard cock that was deep inside me. As his cock swelled up, I knew what was cumming. I attempted to move, and he held me still – pushing up deep iniside my hole, and I could feel he was at his maximum size. And then his orgasm hit. It was like someone had turned on a garden hose deep inside my ass, and this cock was gushing out the entire city’s worth of water. With every flex of his cock muscles, I could feel another hot volley of cum splash deep inside my hole. This man had pushed so far deep inside of me, and was now spurting his cum all over my insides, and there was no protection between us at all. The only thing we had between us at that point was complete lust and satisfaction from the tremendous fucking. He laid on top of me with his cock still hard, pushing his cum around deep in my hole. As we lay there fairly motionless, I could feel his cock still twitching a bit. I responded with a little squeeze in my hole, and he made a sweet noise. I assumed he liked it, so I gave him another, and another, and before I knew it, he was gaining length again. “How are we going to get you off?” he asked me, but I said that “I don’t have to get off with a fucking like that – that was good enough for me!” He turned me around onto my back again, and pushed his cock back inside my tight hole. At this point, it was really starting to hurt, so I asked him to go slow. He pushed all the way inside of me, and laid down on my chest and stomach, as though we were stuck like this. And then, he kissed me. I hadn’t realize that he had skipped out on the kissing the entire time we had been playing, and I hadn’t noticed. I was too infatuated with his huge cock, that it didn’t matter until then. But when he kissed me, and his huge black lips met mine, and I could feel his wet mouth against mine, I knew that he really enjoyed our time spent together. We kissed some more, while he pushed his cum around deep inside my hole – just to ensure full breeding had been done. “Do you think I’m pregnant yet?” I asked him, and he replied “not for sure, I think we should do it again just to be safe”. . . TO BE CONTINUED

Got cabin fever from all this snow piled up on the streets. So, had to get out. I walked over to a fuckbud's condo a few blocks away He was as horny as I was, and he promptly pounded his meat into my fuckhole, and, voila, I had two creamy cumloads up my ass in less than an hour. He was temporarily spent, but he called up another Top in his building who was eager to fuck hole. The new guy loved my pre lubed hole, and seeded my cunt with two more loads. By that time, my original fuckbud's cock was at full staff again so he was ready to plow my ass while I cleaned the other guy's cum and my ass juices off his cock. After 15 minutes or so, the two Tops traded places. Neither came in me again, but they jacked their loads out onto me while I pulled my cock to orgasm. Both of them fed me their and my spooge puddle. I kept their loads in my hole, and walked the few blocks back to my condo. Still feels good percolating in my fuckchute, but some has started to dribble out. I'll sleep good tonight.

It's your choice, and you're not an idiot either way. I like bbrt because guys admit they are poz and still get laid. If you bareback, assume everyone who fucks you is poz. But it's knowing they're poz that turns me on. If that's you too then go for it

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.

You might say that I was recently in a "position" that I'm not usually in... Although I'm a bit of a confirmed bottom, was recently in a 3-way where I had a great time working over a bottom's hole. It had been a long time since I had fist pounded a willing hole. The top and I worked this bottom's hole for well over an hour only leaving him begging for more when we removed our fists. I thought that our bottom needed to be rewarded for his flexibility and hard work so I sucked on his big dick as the other pounded his hole with his large fist. Never one to refuse a load of cum (prefer it in my hole), the bottom dumped a huge hot load in my mouth that I shared with the bottom and the fisting top. Was a hot scene to say the least.

Westin Hotel LAX room 657. Just got through dumping 2 loads in a nice fat bubble butt bottom guy on bbrt. I might give him a third load tonight. When you find the right bottom you gotta go back for seconds and thirds.

Hot :@)

Few days ago breeded older guy with my young hard dick. After rough fuck i left my load inside.

God i hope this continues versbbguy have fucking loved every chapter of this story

Guys I need you to realize this story is complete FICTION, your personal feelings aside, I wrote it because I'm a very horny guy... not because I'm encouraging you or anyone else to do anything in the story. If something strikes a chord I can certainly appreciate you liking it (or not), but I can't censor myself otherwise the story won't flow ... for good, or for bad. Hopefully most of you like it, and if you don't, I'm ok with that, and understand. Thanks.

Fuck man this whole series is so damn sleazy and hot! I love it!

Back again, Finally. Sorry for the long wait. Life can do that to you. Double Daddy Dick for Justin Thursday night I got a call from Justin asking if he and Tom could come over again for some more fucking. “So, changed your mind about taking poz cock and cum?” I asked him. “Yes Sir. Talking with Tom has really helped me to overcome the fear of being Poz. I met up with Tom and his roommate Rob last night and did something I wanted to try.” “What was that?” I asked him “I had Rob and Tom fuck me at the same time. I was wondering if it would be ok to do the same when we come over this weekend. But I know I can’t take both of your daddy cocks in me, so could I take yours and Tom’s at the same time?” “Sure, as long as both of us get to load your ass up so you can get our bug, you can take it however you want.” I told him. We finished up our conversation by setting up a time to all meet up. I gave Justin a few minutes to call Tom and tell him the plans then I called him. “Hi Dad” Tom said as he answered his phone. “Good Evening Son; heard you boys were busy adding a few more loads to Justin last night.” “Yes Sir. He wanted to try getting double penetrated, and who were we to refuse a cumslut’s request? But he still doesn’t know that Rob and I are also Poz, and we got it from you.” “Good. Maybe you will need to get sick soon so that you can give him more with him knowing.” “Sounds like a plan. Sorry to cut it short dad, but got a paper due. I’ll see you both Saturday to help get more cum into Justin. Maybe after this weekend, he will be getting sick with the flu.” “Ok, do your schoolwork, and you and rob have a good night. See you this weekend. I have a few plans for Justin that will definitely help him get our family bug into his system.” Saturday arrived, and right on time the boys arrived at our place. I was in just a pair of shorts and Dave was naked on the bed waiting for the boys to arrive and get the fucking going. “Come on in.” I said as I opened the door, “Dave is waiting for us in the bedroom.” The boys quickly shed their clothes and soon we were all in the bed kissing and fondling each other getting ready for the breedings. Dave was lying on the bottom of the pile, Justin working on getting his cock nice and spit-soaked for him to ride. I had stopped off on the way to the bedroom and placed the hard bristle toothbrush on the bed near Justin’s feet. Tom looked at it and smiled. He dove in and began to eat Justin’s hole, working his spit in with his tongue and opening the pucker up for the fuck. Soon, Justin moved off Dave’s cock and looked like he was about sit slide down onto it. “Before you get that cock in your ass,” I said, “are you sure you want to become a poz boy of mine and Dave’s? “ “Yes, I know now that I am meant to become a poz cumdump, and I want you two to be my poz Daddies. “ “Then before you take that cock, there is something else I want to put into you to help you with your conversion. But once this goes in, there is no chance of you becoming Poz, you will be Poz. We have used this before, and every one of them became poz that day.” “Yes Daddy, Please use that brush on me. Make today the day that I am converted to your poz boy.” I sild the brush into Justin and began to scrub the inside of his ass vigorously with the stiff bristles. He winced in pain slightly, but took it quite well. When I finally removed the brush the bristles were not a pale pink, but a bright deep red, he was definitely getting our poz swimmers into his blood stream today. “How about you Tom? You want to join us today as well?” “Yes please Sir. Use that brush on me too. Make me your poz son.” Tom said. I brushed his inside, not as vigorously as Justin, but enough to make Justin think I had. With both boys brushed, I told Justin to get that cock in him. He gladly slid down onto Dave, and then bent over to kiss Dave and let tom enter him as well. As Tom slid in, Justin let out a groan of pain, I am sure that he was taking more than he had with Rob and Tom into his ass. But he didn’t tell them to stop, or pull out so I knew he really wanted it. Once Tom was fully inside, I moved behind him and slid my cock into Tom. With all of us joined, the fucking began, and the noises of sex filled the room: moans from the two getting fucked, and the slap of balls from those of us fucking. Far too soon I felt my load about to shoot; maybe it was knowing that Justin was finally going to become one of our boys after months of him being afraid to even meet us.

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

So my son got a microscope for xmas, he wanted it for school work, an AmScope. Anyway he left it here when he went back to his Moms after lunch. We had been looking at yogurt and hairs all morning! i was as horny as fuck after he left, so got on Squirt and BBRT and ended up with 2 loads in me. Came home and there on the desk was his microscope. i squeezed some cum out of my ass and made a slide. Was fun to see the sperm that had just come out of my ass still swimming around. One reg tops and one anone tops sperm is swimming around inside me and i just find that so fucking hot!

Its always so easy to convince drunk horny lads to take a load. I had a lad message me on grinder last night to say he was at a local hotel for his christmas party and was desperate to get fucked. I sent him my address and 15 min later he was at my house and on his knees sucking my cock. i took him upstairs and bent him over and started playing with his hole and lubing him up, then he asked me to put on a condom i said i didn't have any and didn't use them. First he said he would only play safe i didn't answer and just kept playing with his hole and cock, then he asked is i was clean i didn't answer just kept playing with him and started rubbing my cock on his hole the horny little cunt moaned so i pushed in. He had a very tight arse but was handling me and was pushing back to meet me. Just as i really got into really pounding to slutty cunt me said cum on my back? i said no, then he said in my face ? i said no, he said in my mouth? i said no. I just told him to shut up and gave him a few last hard fucks and shot a hung load bollock deep in the stupid cunt. He looked a bit guilty after as he explained that he has never let a guy cum inside him before. I just told him he never said don't cum in me. I made a point of not making him cum before he left because after they cum the guilt kicks in and they start asking questions. I rushed him out of the house and he went back to is hotel with an arse full of charged spunk.

First post here. Just stealth fucked a guy 5 minutes ago. He lives about half mile from me. He and I chatted on Grindr for a while. He flaked a few times and refused to give phone number. I almost put him in the fake category. Hit up on him again this morning. A lot of back-and-force. Give him my address. I was still not sure if he would show up. He asked for condoms a few times. I prepared a condom for him, by cutting the head off. He showed up. no chit chat. took his clothes off. nice swimmer body. semi-hairy chest. Took his pants off. 8 real inch cock when it is soft. We made out for 30 seconds. His cock grew to about 9 inch and thick. hairy crotch and hairy ass. put him on all fours. lube his ass up. Put the prepared condom on while he was watching. With some effort, I was in his hole in a minute. it was fairly easy to enter his hole. push him down, lying flat on bed. Pounded him hard. He was moaning loudly. Withdrew my cock, the condom wrapped around the end of my cock. Got back to doggy again. Took some poppers and cum quietly in his ass. His cock stayed hard. Withdrew my cock, ate his hairy ass for a while. ate out my load and just spread it deep and around so that he would not feel the load later. Sucked his cock from behind. Very hot. I took the condom off my cock. Stood him up. Sucked him for 30 seconds. Tossed the condom in the toilet in front of him. I came back and sucked him more. I just realized his body is nicely hairy and sexy. He wanted to cum on my face. I usually dont like that. But I do want him back again. Fingered his ass with two fingers while he jacked off. He came on my face, shoulder, and the floor, A LOT! later, he told me he came yesterday. I'd definitely want to fuck him again. We will see if he wants a repeat.

Years ago, i met a top in a parking lot. I got in his car.......he asked me to recline the seat fully, put on a blind fold and strip. I did as asked and we rode around for a while......I was sure that i could be seen, but I had no idea for sure. Once we stopped, he worked my inside a building.....and he proceeded to work me over......and then fucked me. only after he shot his load, did I get the blindfold off and found we were fucking in a church (he was one of the deacons. No doubt, the blindfold made that one hot experience.

That's hot man. I really do love black meat. It took me a while but my buddy and I decided to try our first slam. We were hanging with a guy that we'd partied with before and he asked if we wanted a shot. My buddy said yes, so I said sure too. I was thinking of a G shot - had no clue it was going to be a slam. He leads us to his bathroom which I thought was odd since the G was in the kitchen, but figured they got distracted. The next thing I knew he was measuring out crystal and placing it in syringes mixed with saline solution. My eyes must have been bugged out of my head. We'd been smoking and did some G earlier, so my inhibitions were already down. It turned me the fuck on! We waited a few minutes to let the solution reach it's potency and he asked which of us wanted to go first. My buddy Scott volunteered (fucking slutty pig! lol) and I watched as he tied off his bicep and wiped the veiny area with an alcohol swab. Within a few seconds, the needle was in his arm and he was talking Scott through what to expect. He pulled a bit of blood back into the syringe and slowly began to inject the tina into his veins. Scott took a few deep breaths, coughed a bit - and exclaimed "HOLY FUCK!" a few times and darted over towards the bed. I followed him to make sure he was ok and I could tell he WAS. He grabbed at my cock and just fucking needed it. It was incredibly hot. He sucked me and I fucked him a bit and then it was my turn. I laid back on the bed and assumed the position. Scott kept looking at me and I could tell he was flying so hard and just waiting for me to lift off and join him. It was the most intense feeling I've ever experienced. I just wanted dick and ass and MEN. Scott and I fucked and watched our hot daddy buddy slam himself - and joined us in lift off. We fucked and played and stretched each others man-holes for the next couple of hours. Our mutual craving of big black cock kicked in and we prepared 3 more slams for us and started hunting ...

Part 4: Paying for My Decisions Maybe this will be a warning for some of you. It's taken me a couple of days to put into words what happened, because it's so crazy! So, you probably guessed that Sean came over. And yeah, he found me face-down, ass-up on my bed. It was just a few seconds (or maybe microseconds?) after I heard the door creak over. I felt that dreaded by desired thick cock probe my hole. And then a quick and unexpected jab. Oh fuck! I screamed in surprise. I didn't expect it so hard and quick. Then, he just held it in place. Despite only spending a short time with him the first time, he knew what I liked. That hot wet tongue went straight to my ear. The pain of the jab was replaced with the hot slurping sounds of his tongue in my ear. And, it was almost a reflex, when I yelped, "I wanna get aids!" Sean went to work on my ass. Oh my god, what an onslaught! What the hell was I thinking? After a minute or so of relentless pounding, he told me to thank him for getting aids. Okay, I would have said anything then because the pleasure was beyond describable. But, I was kinda surprised how much more turned on I got when I answered , "Thank you for A ---" ... ah fuck, he pounded me harder, "A --" .. I couldn't quite get it all out because of the rampage his massive cock was having on my hole. I finally made it out, and sounded like I was hiccuping as I replied "Thank you for AIDS!" He paused for a moment and demanded, "Say it again!" I couldn't help but to reply "Thank you for AIDS!" I was rewarded with another furious dicking. And then he stopped again. "How much do you want it?" he asked me. I didn't hesitate and didn't want him to pause any longer "I want it so fucking bad!" I nearly cried. "How much?" Sean said again, not seeming satisfied with the answer. I didn't know what he wanted to say. He clarified, "How much cash do you have right now?" Uggh . why was he pausing? He must have know how much I needed it. "LIke forty dollars, I think." I managed to guess. "Good, you're gonna give that to me," Sean insisted as he put his cock back into me. "Yes!" was my only answer. Sean was growing quite satisfied and I was more than excited as he pumped his cock deep into me. "You're such a whore, you are paying for aids," Sean said triumphantly. "Yes!" I was trying not to squeal in pleasure, "I'm paying you for aids!" I was in disbelief at what I was saying, but strangely turned on. Sean knew I would say or do anything for his dick. I was completely under his control now and he knew it. And I didn't care. His strokes were now quicker and stronger, He felt impossibly deep inside me; and I could tell from his breathing he was close to coming. "Ready for more aids cum?" Sean asked. There was only one clear answer, " Fuck yes! I wanna get aids!" Within a few seconds, he pounded me nearly into unconsciousness. I felt the erupting. I knew I was getting more aids cum and my dick turned into a faucet as I felt him fill unload deep inside me. Whether it was because of shock or pure exhaustion, I passed out. When I finally awoke a few hours later, I looked to my nightstand and saw my wallet opened and turned upside down. I grabbed it and looked it. Shit, I really paid for it.

Part 3: How to Stop? It was all kinda surreal. Sean left rather quickly after he filled my ass with his aids-filled cum. I was still trying to make sense of all of the contradictory feelings I had. Reality started to seep in. I might have gotten aids. The only thing I specifically remember him saying to me was "if you want more, you know what to text me." I couldn't believe what I just did. I showered vigorously after that, and tried to wash out my hole. Despite my efforts, I saw no evidence of his cum leaving me. Fuck, he must have been deep in me? I felt that wave of panic again as i considered the thought. In a last effort to find and perhaps remove any cum, I let my soapy fingers probe my hole some more. I tried to block out the words echoing in my brain "I wanna get aids." I tried to reconcile how I could have knowingly let a guy with hiv fuck me. It made no sense! And neither did the hard-on that grew as I probed my hole. What's going on here?! Intense memories of his recent dicking danced in my head. I tried to ignore them, but my dick was suddenly at full attention. As the water was trying to wash the last bit of sweat off me, I found myself stroking my dick as my left hand was fingering my own hole. There it was again, that odd and indescribable sensation. A longing? Maybe he was just a good fuck. It didn't matter. Sean was hot. It's not wrong to jack off thinking about a good fuck. I figured I'd just rub one out and be done with it. I couldn't forget his words "I'm giving you aids" as I jacked my cock. Why was I so turned on? His message replayed over and over as tugged at my member. It was only a few seconds before my orgasm arrived, almost without warning. And, oddly enough I found myself blurting out "i wanna get aids!" even as I found myself disgusted by the thought. In the days that followed, I tried to put Sean out of my mind. But, at least once a day or night, I'd find myself thinking about him and how good it felt and how I never felt like that before. After a week, I decided things couldn't get worse. I mean I let a guy with HIV fuck me and cum in me. And not just a gentle fuck, it was a serious pounding. I couldn't imagine being anything but poz now. Why not reach out to him? And so I found the courage to text him. He didn't respond to my "hey sup?" messages or my less-inhibited "let's fuck" invitation. I then knew what he wanted to hear. It was much easier to text it than to say it: i wanna get aids. When my phone vibrated with his quick response, I nearly jumped. "when?" was Sean's response. My heart raced. Could I do this again? I took a shot of vodka. I needed to calm down and think straight. One shot became two, then three, just ten minutes later. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. What do I really want? I glanced down at my phone again. The warm Vodka-induced sensation in my chest had a calming effect, I guess you could say because it was much easier to text my reply: NOW! Despite feeling somewhat calmer, the vibration from his response still startled me a bit. "Be there in ten," Sean replied. I kinda forgot how small Lansing Michigan was until he sent me that text. The one that followed brought me a bit closer to reality, "lube your hole well. i want quick entry." I realized that I wanted to take his beautiful cock into my mouth and so I tapped back, "i can't wait to suck your dick this time." And it was then that I noticed my massive boner fighting its way up through my briefs. His response was one part disappointing and one-part exciting. "no head, I want every drop of my poz cum in ur ass, even pre-cum." Oh shit, what was I going to do?

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

Bathhouse? No; I'm going to be naked (or wrapped in a towel) for almost all of my time there, so why bother worrying about what I am wearing for the first 5 minutes after I get there/last 5 minutes right before I leave? Bar? Nothing special, though I try to pick out an outfit that goes together and is at least somewhat flattering on me. I'm just not really into fashion, never have been, and unless I'm going to a job interview, I don't care if I'm "dressed to impress" (that said, I don't wear clothes I know are dirty or torn up). It's a bar, you can judge me by my personality, judge me by my hygiene, judge me by my body/fitness level, or judge me by how I suck your cock in the dark-room (or even in the bathroom, if you like putting on a show). That's all fair game, and that's fine with me. But if you're the kind of guy who is gonna judge me by what I'm wearing (or rather, how much $$ I spent on my clothes), you aren't worth my fucking time. Other cruise spot? I tend to wear either a leather bracelet, a t-shirt I got in SF years ago that implies I am gay (but in a way 99% of straight people won't pick up on), or my rainbow belt-buckle. Just a little something to signal "yep, I'm a fag looking to get laid, same as you" to the other guys out cruising.

4. Clint Once more, I woke up with the rising sun. My jet lag had barely gone away. It was not just my sleep cycle that was messed up, but my mind was also foggy. I could barely remember the night before, except I had the unusual combination of utter happiness and complete anxiety. I rolled over and the memories came crashing back. I wasn't alone in bed; my roommate, Greg, was sleeping soundly next to me. He had a peaceful smile on his totally naked, wickedly hot body. The afternoon before, Greg and I had shared a joint and drank some beer. Then I had kissed him. Or maybe he had kissed me. I couldn't remember. It probably didn't matter. That, in turn, led to us to undressing each other on the sofa. And once naked, his hard cock had penetrated my virgin ass. It had culminated in a powerful explosion that pumped my ass full of his hot cum. Then, Greg sucked me off, and soon another joint appeared. Then, it was another beer and a trip to the cafeteria. That evening, the orientation events seemed to go on forever and I couldn't wait to get back to the room. Before the door had even shut completely, we had started undressing each other. It was my turn to fill him up, my cock throbbing and pulsing in his hot hole. Then we fell asleep and I was cradled in his arms. "Morning, sexy," he said, stretching his arms, and pulling me close to him. We kissed. "Although not that breath," he said, but he didn't push me away. "What time is it?" "5:45," I said. "Fuck. I thought it was at least ten." "Sorry. Jet lag," I explained. "Actually, I managed to sleep in today." "You're crazy. Brush your teeth, and get back in bed with me." I went into the bathroom, and started to brush my teeth. As the sleep cleared from my mind, I remembered other crucial and particular details. I had a load of Greg's cum deep in my ass. But, Greg was also carrying one of my loads in his ass. We hadn't used any protection; at the time, it seemed so unimportant. I remembered the reason for my vague sense of anxiety. Greg had told me he didn't know his HIV status. More than that, he had spent the past week having unprotected sex with his Uncle and his Uncle's husband. Both of them were HIV+, and he had taken their loads. Still brushing my teeth, I stepped back into the bedroom. It was hard to tell if it was my bedroom, Greg's bedroom, or our bed. Greg had rolled over, his legs slight spread and guiding my eyes up to his firm, beautiful ass. He hadn't made up his bed yet so we had ended up in this bed last night. He was naked and sleeping peacefully, but all I could think of was having sex with him again. My mind raced between the delightful options of jumping on top of him and forcing my cock back into that small patch of heaven, or rolling him over, and sitting on his giant dick. Neither option included me worrying about his HIV status, or fumbling with a condom. Remembering the closeness and spontaneity of the night before, I wasn't sure if I ever wanted something to come between us, least of all a thick rubber sheath designed to keep us apart. I went back to the bathroom, spit out the toothpaste, and rinsed my mouth out. I returned to bed; even though it had been less than twenty-four hours, I found myself starting to think of it as our bed, rather than just my bed. "Welcome back," Greg said, once more gathering me up into his arms, and nuzzling me on the back of my neck. "Now sleep." Sleep wouldn't come as easily for me as it did for him, despite the comfort of his strong arms. I lay there, wondering how I had fallen into this so quickly, and, just as critically, where it was going to go. Eventually, I was able to fall back asleep. Greg's warm body against me and his steady breath lulled me, and finally, I was able to get a few more hours of fitful sleep. I was in the middle of a pleasant dream when I was awoken by Greg slowly stroking my erection. He was caressing the soft skin sliding over my hardness urging me on. "Morning, sexy," he said, as I opened my eyes. "Morning," I said. "What time is it now?" The sun was higher in the sky than when I had woken up earlier in the morning. "Time for you to stick this in me?" he asked. He had tossed the sheets aside and my stiff dick was sticking straight up in the air. "Or am I going to have to sit on it?" He kissed me, and I could tell he had gotten up at some point, at least long enough to brush his teeth as well. "Or maybe something to get you in the mood first?" he continued, producing a joint. "Maybe," I said. "Come on," he said. "Waking and baking is how I spent my entire summer. It's only going to be better with you." Before I said anything, he lit the joint and stuck it in my mouth. I inhaled deeply of the sweet smoke, letting it fill my lungs. I was feeling good from a full night's sleep and I was looking forward to the effects of the weed. I did another hit, before passing the joint back to Greg. Greg did two long hits, one hand on the joint, and one hand still exploring my body. I was not the only one with an erection; his was thick and hard, emerging from his dark bush. He handed the joint to me. "Don't think you're going to get out of your obligations," he said, his hand finding my cock once more. "I need that to fuck me this morning." "Well, I guess if you insist, I guess can do that," I said, feigning disinterest. Even though I had cum twice the day before, the mere presence of Greg: his warmth, his touch, and his smell had me aroused and more than ready to go. As the pot hit me, it only made me more aroused. I handed the joint back to Greg. He did his hits, and then passed it back. "How do you want me?" he asked, rolling over on his stomach, and spreading his leg. For the first time, I saw the tattoo on his right ass. After doing a hit, I placed the joint on the bed table and bent over to examine it more closely. "You like it?" he asked me. It was two small male symbols intertwined. It was perfect on his young ass and as trite as it sounded, made him look cool. But at the same time, staring at made my stomach tighten up. He knew what he was and had not just accepted it, but also was proud of it. I wondered how many other men had spent their mornings with him, naked in bed. Would I be just another conquest? And, in comparison, how did I look. There had been only two men in my entire life, both in the past thirty-six hours. "It's beautiful," I finally said. "Good. It's going to look even better when you're fucking it. Now, stop staring, and start fucking me." He spread his legs even further, giving me a glimpse of his hairy hole, so eager for my cock. "Lube?" he asked. Before I could reply, he produced a small blue bottle, and poured the liquid on my cock. He rubbed it, the slick fluid coating my shaft and his hands teased me, edging me closer to the eventual, needed release. I wrestled Greg onto his back, his legs up in the air. I was completely aware of how inexperienced I was, compared what I had gleaned about Greg from the hints he had already dropped, not to mention the obvious tattoo. I did what felt natural, and I seemed to not get any complaints from him. "Just a second," he said, as he stuck first one finger, then another into his hole. "Gotta get opened up a bit first." "That's right," I said. "You've done this before." "Yeah," Greg said. "I have." He smiled at me, his legs spread, two fingers in his hole. "Which means you need to catch up." He pulled his fingers out; they were glossy from the lube. I put my cockhead against his hole. "Put it in me," Greg said. Like the night before, we didn't think about condoms. A rubber sheath protecting me from Greg would only just barely protect me from an uncertain risk. But it would totally isolate me and cut me off from being able to fully experience our sexual explorations. Greg was the one that I truly wanted, and I couldn't bear to make that bonding any more difficult than it already was. Just as my cock slid into his tight hole, he held a small brown bottle under his nose and inhaled deeply. "Want a hit?" he asked me, after holding his breath for a few seconds. "What is it?" I asked, hoping that I wouldn't appear too naive. "Poppers," he said. "I keep on forgetting how innocent you are." "Well, you are doing your best to corrupt me. What do they do?" I asked. "They give you a short, intense rush. Just hold it under your nose and inhale a bit," Greg replied. "Not too long, at least for the first time." I took the bottle from him, and followed his instructions. The smell was soft yet chemical, although I didn't feel any different at all. Greg took the bottle back and screwed the top on. Suddenly, warmth filled my body, and all of my senses were heightened together with the pounding of my heart. The formerly steady pace of my cock in and out of Greg's hole now turned into a religious act, each millimeter of movement a benediction of pleasure. Involuntarily, I grabbed my young man's head, and we started to kiss, deeply, lovingly, and intensely. "Oh fuck," I moaned, my hips now bucking uncontrollably in and out of his hole. "Fuck me, Clint," he whispered into my ear. "Fucking pound my hole. Fill me with your cock and drain your seed into me." I thought I was going to cum at any moment as the intensity of the feelings ran from my cock to my balls to my brain. But, shortly later, as I could barely stand it, the sensations passed. It still felt amazing to be inside of Greg, but there wasn't the same intensity. "Pretty incredible, isn't it?" Greg asked me. "Yeah, it was," I said. The surge of emotions and sensations were the poppers that Greg had given me, not to mention the weed we had smoked. It had felt great, but it wasn't something I wanted to do constantly. To be balanced, to be complete, the enhanced, popper-fueled fucking also needed plain old fucking in order to maintain the contrast and passion that the drugs forced on me. "But this is pretty damn nice as well," I said, my cock still sliding in and out of Greg's hole. "I know," Greg said. "This is the best way to wake up." My cock had never felt this hard before, so alive and so masculine, as when it was inside of my hot freshman roommate. It was like a pornographic story, getting to fuck my freshman roommate, the morning after move-in. Plus, there was the certain promise of many more mornings and afternoons and evenings just like this. We would explore each other's bodies and learn how we could find pleasure in them. "Me too," I said, in between our constant kisses. It seemed so normal to me, so natural, to be naked next to a man, to be kissing him, and to have my cock buried inside of him. I had read countless screeds about how it was unnatural, but it had been all so easy, all so natural, to fall into it. In high school, I had attempted to go on dates with girls, but it had always felt forced. With Greg, it was like running down a hill. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "I know. I can feel your cock dripping pre-cum. Shoot your load deep in me. I need to have more of your fluids inside me." Despite the steady, hard pounding of my cock deep into his ass, Greg kept on smiling. Last night, when he had fucked me, it had hurt but it had also felt good. As my cock penetrated into him he was feeling the same thing. "I really like being this close to you. You inside me. You cumming in me." "Me too," I said. Even when I had just been jerking off, I dripped pre-cum. Now, when I was actually fucking a guy, there was a steady stream leaking from my cock and into Greg. It made each stroke easier and smoother than the one before, and each stroke only brought me closer to orgasm. "I'm going to cum," I said. They were the last words I could say before my orgasm took over my body and mind. Greg wrapped a leg around my waist and an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him. His new position also forced my cock deeper into him and my balls bounced against his ass. "Don't hold back," he said. "I can take it." That was all I needed to hear; I stopped trying to hold back and let my cock explode. "I want to take it." "Uggh," I grunted and my dick swelled before spitting a thick load of cum into Greg's ass. "Fuck," I said, as another jet landed inside of him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I continued, each word marking another jet of my jizz entering my roommate's ass. "Give it to me," he said. "Drain your balls in my hole." I had a few more spurts in me before my balls went dry and my energy was exhausted. "Nice job, man." Greg grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. "This is how I want to wake up every day," he said. It took me longer to get my thoughts together. The force of my orgasm had destroyed any ability to think about anything more complex than pure animal pleasure. The poppers hadn't helped me either; they only emphasized the primal nature of our lust. "Me too," I finally gasped. My cock, still buried deep in Greg's hole, was now wickedly sensitive. Greg knew that and was gently squeezing his butt, taunting and teasing me in his effort to get every last drop of my sperm out of my balls and into his body. We lay there and kissed for a few minutes, before my cock finally softened enough to fall out of his hole. "Want to get a shower before breakfast?" Greg asked me. "Sure," I answered. Although we were both in agreement about the next step, the reality of getting up from the bed was a lot harder. Each time we started to make a move, one or the other of us would find something new to play with: a part of the other's body we hadn't yet kissed and hadn't yet explored. "Want some?" Greg asked, offering me the rest of the morning's joint, just after we had finished a round of making out. "Sure," I said. Greg lit the joint, and inhaled deeply. I was about to take it from him when he stopped me. "Wait," he said. "Exhale for me." I emptied my lungs, and he pressed his lips against mine. He blew out his cloud, into my lungs, more than filling them. "I love that," he said. After fifteen minutes of making out, shotgunning, and exploring each other, I had managed only to get out of bed, only to find myself kneeling in front of Greg. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and his cock was right in front of me, hard, huge and erect. It seemed to be begging for my attention. "God, you're big," I said, wondering how I could ever get all of that beautiful shaft into my mouth. "You're pretty good sized yourself," he said. I looked down. My cock was still in recovery mode. Even accounting for that, it seemed so much smaller than Greg's tool. Like all guys, I had measured it many times, hoping the result would be something big and impressive and something I could brag about. But, each time, it was the exact same number: seven and a quarter inches. "How big are you?" I asked. I licked the tip of Greg's shaft, my tongue running over the unique combination of soft, sensitive skin stretched over the steel-hard core. There was a drop at the tip, salty and subtle, tasting of Greg's own flavor. "Eight inches," he said. "You?" "Only seven," I said. "And a bit." "That's still plenty big enough," he said. "Trust me. It felt awesome fucking me." He put a hand on the back of my head and gently pressed down. He forced me to take more of his cock in my mouth, so I opened wide and tried my best to fit his shaft into my mouth. It was only the second time in my life sucking on another man's cock. There had been the guy in the gym the other morning and now Greg. I wondered how many times Greg had sucked a guy off. What had he done after school and over the summer? How much more experience had he had compared to me, and was there any way I could hope to measure up. I realized that each time I had sucked cock, I had ended up kneeling in front of them, their erect shafts filling my vision, filling my mouth, filling my world. I knew viscerally why "cocksucker" was an epithet and why it was a put-down. There was nothing else I could do other than to genuflect in front of the source of the men's masculinity and power over me. I even wanted to do it, to truly become nothing more than a cocksucker. But both times it didn't feel like I was debasing myself or that I was less of a man, when I took Greg's dick into my mouth, when I swallowed Eli's shaft. I wanted those dicks more than anything else and to know I was giving them pleasure. That I was able to share in their pleasure was just a bonus. "And damn, that feels good," he moaned, leaning back slightly. I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth. He was smiling and his eyes were heavy, almost closed. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up. You want my load?" I nodded. I hadn't even thought about pulling off and not taking Greg's jizz. It seemed disrespectful to Greg to not let him cum in my mouth. I would be telling him that he was dirty and unclean. His load would be my reward. It would be his way of showing me how much he had enjoyed my oral service. It was my prize for being a good cocksucker. "Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Take my load, you cocksucker." He pulled his cock out and ran it over my thin beard. The beard quickly got wet from my spit and his pre-cum. "You fucking hot man, teasing me, getting me so damn hard, so damn close." I let him rub his cock over my face until he had gotten his fill. He slid it back into my open, waiting mouth. He pushed it all the way in, until it was hitting the back of my mouth. I needed to take more of it. I needed to take him all the way to the base. I needed to feel his balls rest against my chin. "Just start to swallow, but hold it," Greg said. He had picked up on just how much of a novice I was. He was giving me instructions on how to give a better blowjob. As he spoke to me, giving me confident, quiet instructions, he grabbed the brown bottle again, and held it under my nose. "This will help you. A lot," he said. I inhaled deeply from the poppers and remembered the warm, exciting rush I had gotten from them earlier. He pulled me off his cock for a moment while he did a hit from the bottle as well. When my heart started to pound, I took his cock again and swallowed. My throat opened up, and it was instantly obvious how to take his shaft. I went all the way down on his cock and it even entered my throat. It felt even bigger than it looked, filling me up, and nearly choking me. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "That feels awesome, man." Even though his shaft was more than I imagined I could manage, I kept his cock in my throat. I had to fight back the urge to gag; it was my body's involuntary reaction to the invasion. But, although my body had one reaction, I was far from wanting him out of my throat. In fact, I wanted him in me as deep as possible. Not only did I want him deep, I wanted him to stay there and to do this as often as possible. He felt the way I was gagging and pulled his shaft out. "It's alright," he said. "It takes some practice, especially with my cock." He ran his hand over my head, ending up holding my cheek. I looked up, and he was smiling at me. "You look so beautiful, Clint, down on my cock. It took the other boys weeks to learn how to do it. And they had sucked dick before." He leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I want to give you my load." I nodded. I loved giving him head. I loved hearing him tell me how good I was at it. Even if he was just saying it to re-assure me after gagging on his cock, it made me feel like less of a naive boy, and more of his sexual equal. "You want my load?" Once more, I nodded. Unlike Greg, in my whole life, I had been with only one other man. I had only had one chance to taste one other man's sperm. Even that had been just the previous morning: Eli in the steam room. I needed to know what Greg's tasted like. "Good," he said. "I'm getting fucking close." He took the bottle of poppers, and did a hit. "I don't want to ever have to pull out when I am inside you." He then held the bottle under my nose, letting me inhale the drugs. It wasn't long before the poppers hit both of us. I had to have all of Greg's cock in my mouth and let him enter my throat. I wanted not just to taste his sperm but I wanted to swallow it as well. I wanted to make him part of myself. Greg was getting close, as his breathing was now labored and his cock was harder and thicker with each stroke in and out of my mouth. In addition, he was dripping pre-cum in a steady stream. I was swallowing every drop of it. "Oh fuck," he said, "I'm cumming." His cock stiffened and spurted, emitting a thick jet of his cum right against the back of my throat. Without even thinking I swallowed and kept on sucking his cock. The next spurt landed on my tongue, I could taste the sweet saltiness of his semen. It was hard for me to compare him to Eli; although the two flavors were definitely both male, they were as different as the big, muscular black man and the lithe, young college boy was. I wanted more of both. "Oh fuck, cocksucker," he moaned. "Swallow my cum." His hand was at the back of my head and he held me in place. Even if I had any desire, with his hand on my head, there was no way I could have pulled off of him to avoid taking his load. "Damn hot," he said. I could tilt my head up just enough to see him staring at me and watching how his hard cock disappeared into my mouth. I wondered what this scene would look like to an observer: I was on my knees with my lips stretched around this handsome young man's hard cock. He was bucking wildly and obviously shooting his load into my mouth. This scene was just what I wanted and what I secretly dreamt of for years. Even though I had just shot my own load, my cock was getting hard once again, from the pure primal pleasure of sucking another man's cock and swallowing his hot load. Greg's thrusts slowly subsided, and my mouth was no longer filling up with sperm. But neither of us made any move; I was still milking out the last drops of sperm and Greg was enjoying my attention. "Damn, that felt amazing," Greg said. He sat up on the edge of the bed, carefully not letting his cock fall out of my mouth. Only then did he pull me up to kiss me. His tongue explored my mouth and sought out the last remnants of his load. He found those few tiny drops that I hadn't yet swallowed. "You've done that before?" he asked. "Only a few times," I said, sheepishly. "I'm pretty new at all of this. Once, actually." "Fuck, how did you know to do that?" "I guess I just did what I wanted you to do to me." "God. Don't know if it was you or what, but that was the best blow job I've ever gotten." We continued to kiss, as both of our cocks softened and our morning horniness finally dissipated. "Shower?" he asked me. "Sure," I said. He stood up from the bed and I followed him into the bathroom. I adjusted the water while Greg tried to find two towels for us. He had planned to unpack yesterday afternoon, but instead, we had ended up fucking the entire afternoon. Now those choices were coming back to annoy us. "Just use mine," I said, pointing him to where I had stacked the two lone towels I had brought. "Ok," he said. He got into the shower while I held the curtain open for him. I followed him in. He pulled me close and kept both of us under the warm water. As we embraced, he rubbed his cheek against my beard. "I keep on expecting it to be rougher than it is. It's so soft," he said, before kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around him and his body pressed up against mine. Even though I had spent the previous afternoon and all night with Greg, his body was still the source of constant discoveries. This time, it was the thick hair on his legs; it had been matted down by the water even as though his smooth chest seemed almost dry. "You feel good," I said, fully aware of how trite it sounded. "You too." We kissed before he continued. "It seems strange that we've only known each other for less than a day. It feels like a lot longer." I had been having the same feelings; Greg was quickly turning into more than just a roommate. Possibly even more than just a friend or fuckbuddy. "A lot longer," he said. "I know," I said. I didn't want to jinx what we had started by saying anything else yet. Instead, I grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it all over Greg's body. I soaped up his torso and then turned him around to do his back. He started to press his ass up against my groin, but he was suddenly started coughing. It took him a minute or two to recover from the coughing fit. "I think I got a cold from the drive out here. Or something," he said. "I wondered about that," I said. He had woken up a few times the past night due to sneezing and coughing. But, each time, it had quickly subsided. "Yeah, sucks. And now, I've got a bit of a sore throat as well." "Well, I can always give you something to help soothe it," I said, rubbing my cock up against his soap-covered slippery body. "Hard to tell if that would make it better or worse," he said. "My turn," he said. He took the soap from me and turned me around. He lathered up my back, before moving down and spreading my ass open. He carefully cleaned out my crack allowing a stray finger to run slow circles around my hole and gently press and probe my hole. I moaned in pleasure; I wanted him back inside me. "Oh fuck, that feels good," I said. "But I need some food. There's plenty of time later for all that." "Promise?" Greg asked me. He pushed me under the water to rinse off. "Promise," I said. "I'll never get tired of you fucking me." It had been hard enough to tell him to stop playing with my hole. To tell him that he'd never get another opportunity to slide his beautiful dick into me was far more than I could do that morning. I pulled him under the water, and as we kissed we also rinsed off the last of the soap. "Now. Food. I've got soccer practice this afternoon. Afterward that?" "Don't shower," he said. "I want you hot and sweaty when I fuck you." "I can do that," I said, turning off the water. Greg handed me a towel. We dried off, got dressed, and headed out for breakfast.

Yes, the story does continue in Clint's Orientation. There is also a pre-quel, Photographing Jason, which tells the story of Nathan and Jason meeting for the first time. The story that begins in "Photographing Jason" continues further in Jason's Party Weekend. Finally, if you enjoy the first chapter of "Clint's Orientation," one of the characters also appears in Black Thug in the Grey Morning.

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2. Greg I turned to Clint. "Head up and start to unpack?" I asked him. "Sure," he said. He led the way, this time taking the stairs rather than waiting for the still-busy elevators. I followed him, staring at his ass. The years he had played soccer had paid off. His ass was perfect, like two firm melons side by side. I wanted to bury my face in there, lick his hole until he was wet and moaning, and then sink my cock deep. But I forced myself to keep my hands off him. I had noticed him checking out a girl earlier, and besides, he was my roommate. Once in the room, I went straight for the fridge. "It's getting hot today. Want a beer?" "Sure," he said. He went to one of the shopping bags, and pulled out the fan he had bought. As we sipped our beers, he started to assemble it. "This should help a bit," he said, "for unpacking." My first target was the small duffle bag. There was a joint in there, and the afternoon was going to be much better if I had a proper buzz. "Share a joint?" I said, offering it to Clint for the first puff. "What is it?" he asked. "A joint. You know, pot." I wondered if he was really that naive. "Oh. Right." He looked a bit sheepish. "It would be my first time," he said. "That kind of stuff is illegal in the Mid-east. Like years in a hell-hole prison or death penalty illegal. But sure, I guess." At least he had a good excuse and wasn't going to be a prude about it. "Cool. It's good stuff, and since this is your first time, maybe just a bit? I'll go first; watch me." I lit the joint, and did a long draw. "Hold it for a bit," I continued, and then exhaled. I handed him the lit joint. He did a decent hit, and tried to hold it. But a few seconds later, he collapsed in a fit of coughing, exhaling it all. "Don't worry," I said. "That's what happens your first time. Even I still cough sometimes as well. Do one more hit," I said. He did another hit, this time he managed to avoid coughing for a few more seconds. He handed it back to me. "It's harsh," he said. "And I'm not feeling anything yet." "Give it a few minutes," I said. I went into my bedroom, and dug through the boxes. I found a small plate to use as an ashtray. Before I went back to the living room, I sent a quick text to Nathan. "He's a weed virgin. Probably virgin, period." Back in the living room, Clint had finished putting together the fan. He stuck it in the window and turned it on. "What do you think about the living room?" he asked me. We discussed various options and occasionally moved the sofa and tables around to see what it would look like. We continued to talk about ourselves. Clint asked me a lot of questions about Nathan, like what kind of photographer he was, how long he and Jason had been together, and how often we hung out. Clint seemed to find Nathan fascinating; I wondered if he had met many gay men as masculine and as comfortable as Nathan in Kuwait. Or even any out gay men at all. Although the fan helped some, soon, in the afternoon heat, we had worked up a bit of a sweat. Between the heat, the beer, and the weed, I wanted to get at least my shirt off. I offered Clint the joint again. "Take two hits, then pass it on. That's the tradition." He took two hits, and then handed it back to me. "Just a sec," he said, heading into the bathroom. While I waited for him, I texted Nathan. "Damn, it's hot. I want to take off my shirt," "If I were there, I'd take off you shirt. And your shorts," he replied back almost immediately "Yeah, whatever. I think you fascinate Clint. He's been asking me about you all afternoon," I texted back. The fan wasn't cutting it in the afternoon sun, so I gave in. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it into the corner. Right as I did, Clint stepped out of the bathroom. "Was getting too hot in here," I said, explaining my shirtless state. "No kidding. Back home, we usually just take a nap now." He pulled off his shirt as well. I tried not to stare at his nearly perfect torso. There was just the right amount of fat to smooth out the muscles, and the lightest dusting of dirty blond hair over his chest. There was a slightly thicker trail leading down from his navel into his shorts, perfectly framed by his cum gutters. He was saying something about another possible arrangement of the room, but I barely heard him. "Think that would work?" he asked. "Sure," I said. I had no idea what he had said, but I had to cover how I had been mentally undressing him. "Help me move this?" he asked, indicating the sofa. "Of course," I said. As he walked by me, he caught his foot on the edge of a rug. He stumbled, and instinctively, I reached out to grab him. I caught him but then immediately wished I had not. To catch him I had wrapped my arms around his chest and now his warm body was pressed against me. We were entangled like that for a moment too long, and I wanted to have never even tried. Then that long moment stretched out into a moment far, far too long. I had no idea how I was going to explain the moment to him that wouldn't end any possible friendship immediately. Clint smiled and his piercing grey-blue eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun. And then there wasn't enough time in the world to hold him properly. Almost simultaneously, we leaned in together to kiss. Both moving in at the same time, we totally missed each other and my cheek rubbed up against his chinstrap beard. It was softer than I expected. I wondered what it would feel like against my hole. Clint wrapped his arms around me and we tried the kiss again. This time our lips met perfectly and our tongues easily pressed into the other's mouth. I ceased to worry and enjoyed it. Slightly buzzed, slightly stoned, in the arms of a hot young man, my roommate, I was making out with him and I didn't want it to end. After our tongues spent long decades exploring each other's mouths, Clint broke off our kiss. In truth, the kiss had been less than a minute, but a minute that had changed everything. Although he had stopped kissing me, he made no move to unwrap his arms from me and I continued to hold him as well. "Hello," he said, finally. "Hello," I said. I leaned in again, and his lips parted for me. My tongue went back into his warm, welcoming mouth. It was another minute that felt like only a quick second. This time I had to break it off in order to breathe. "Yeah," Clint said. Then he kissed me once more. He pressed his firm, hard body against me. I felt his dick straining against his shorts. Mine was just as hard, and was leaking pre-cum into my underwear. This was all so easy. I didn't want any part of it to end. "Let's move the sofa. Then we can get on it?" Clint asked me. "Yeah," I said. Even though we had agreed on a plan of attack, it still took us several more minutes of making out before we were even ready to carry out our plans. Finally, we forced ourselves to separate long enough to move the couch. Once we had done that, Clint checked his phone, and laughed. "What?" I asked. I picked up my own phone, and saw there was a message from Nathan. "Go for it," it said. "Oh. I had texted Nathan that I thought you were hot. He just texted me back, 'Go for it.'" It was my turn to laugh. "I texted him the same thing. And he texted me back the same thing as well." Clint had started to peck away at his phone. "What are you telling Nathan?" "Too Late" "Excellent," I said. I quickly send the same message to Nathan. A few moments later, Clint's phone buzzed, then mine. "Good?" read the message from Nathan. I texted him back, "Very good. My first project." Clint got two more beers out of the fridge. Nathan texted me back, "That's my dark, dirty poz boy. Try 'Raw Love' in the DVDs I gave you" This time, Clint's phone didn't buzz. Clint handed a beer to me. "To college adventures. With a fucking hot man," I said. "Together," I added. "To adventures," Clint echoed. "With my sexy roommate." We clinked bottles, and then each took a sip. "You know Jason has done nude modeling, don't you?" "Yeah. Nathan's done it as well. And they've done stuff together too. Why?" "I lost track the number of times I've jerked off to Jason." "Ha," I said. "I've jerked off to their movies." "Movies?" he asked. "I've never seen those." "Yeah," I said. The black case Nathan had given me was lying on the coffee table. I opened it up; as I expected, there was a bottle of poppers, some lube, and some DVDs. The titles were scribbled in black pen on the plain DVDs. The first one was labeled "Raw Love." "You want to see one?" I asked. "I guess. Although it's only going to make me horny." "You're not already?" I asked. I ran my hand over his crotch. His cock was hard, straining against the shorts. It felt like it was a pretty big. I resisted the urge to pull off his shorts immediately. Instead, I stuck the DVD in my computer, and put the laptop on the coffee table. The screen went black, and then almost immediately, it was a scene of Jason and Nathan. They were sitting on a couch, both of them in jockstraps. They were talking; I turned up the volume a bit. They were talking about how long they had been together. Off screen an unseen cameraman asked them, "And always raw?" Jason nodded, and Nathan answered, "Always." With that, the two of them started to make out, slowly progressing to Jason licking Nathan's cock. Clint was sitting next to me on the couch; we were only half watching the video. Most of the time we were making out and exploring each other's bodies. His hair was amazingly soft and delicate. It wasn't just his beard but also his chest hair. I did my best to pace myself. I didn't want to strip him down too fast. On-screen, the action had progressed. Jason was sitting on Nathan's cock, the familiar thick shaft sliding into his smooth hole. Of course it was bareback; nothing had ever come between them. Clint noticed it. "No condoms?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Bareback." "Is that safe?" "Nothing in life is completely safe," I said, hedging my bets. "Does Nathan have HIV?" he asked. "Yeah. He's poz." "Is Jason?" "Yeah." There was a much longer silence. Clint watched the screen. Jason was sliding up and down on Nathan's raw cock and the two men were kissing deeply. Finally, he spoke. "You?" Now it was my turn to be silent. "I don't know," I finally said. He might have been my first project, but I wanted to be honest with him. I had to be honest with him. After all, I was still going to live with him for the rest of the year. Clint ran his hand down my chest, coming to rest on my groin. He traced out the outline of my cock straining against my shorts. "Do you know how they got it? I mean, HIV?" "Yeah, Nathan told me the story on our trip." I pulled Clint closer to me and he pressed his body against mine. "Nathan got it from his first partner. And he gave it to Jason." Clint gave me a kiss on the neck. "They never used condoms." Clint gave me another kiss, this time on the lips. "I want you to fuck me," he said. "I want to fuck you." "It looks so easy. So hot. So..." He stopped talking, but his fingers continued to rub against my erection. "Intimate?" I asked. "Yeah. Intimate." "It is," I said. Yes, I wanted to fuck Clint raw to poz him up, but more than that, I had to fuck Clint raw in order to truly know him. A condom would only be a thin piece of rubber, but it would be the same as a thick stone wall between us. "You think it's going to be ok?" he asked me. "I don't know. But, our first college adventure? Together, like really together?" "Yeah," he said. I pushed him back on the sofa and got on top of him. We kissed again. Now, we were not quite as shy about it, and we enjoyed it to the fullest. Clint reached down and fumbled with the button and zipper on my shorts. Once he got them open, he pushed them down. I was left in just my underwear. I did the same to Clint. I was brave enough, or just horny enough to pull off both his shorts and his underwear at once. His cock was erect, and there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I rubbed my finger against it and scooped it up. I tasted it; it was sweet and salty and pure and perfect, all at the same time. Clint moaned as I fondled his shaft, spreading his legs and wiggling his ass in pleasure. I got off the couch just long enough to take off my own underwear. I then kneelt back down on the floor and wrestled Clint into position. His ass was hanging off the side of the sofa and I spread his legs in order to press my face into his crack. It was warm with just the right amount of fur and a little moist from the heat of the day and our exertions. My tongue sought out his tight hole. This immediately elicited a moan of pleasure from Clint. I proceeded to lick it, tease it, and was able to gently open him up. "Oh Greg," he grunted. "That feels amazing. Like nothing else I've ever felt." I took my time. I was pretty sure he was either a virgin or very inexperienced and he had to enjoy it. There was no need to rush either; it was still early in the afternoon, and our first orientation activity wouldn't begin for several hours. We could do this properly, do it slow, do it deep and long, and leave him desperate for more. I rimmed his hole for what seemed like hours, as he opened further up for me. When his hole seemed sufficiently relaxed, I began to play at it with my fingers. He moaned when my index finger first penetrated him. It was hard for me to fight back the urge to go straight for the kill. I was tempted by even just a hint of the warmth of his body around my finger. "This is good, isn't it?" he asked me. His face was a confused mess: simultaneously ecstatic at the new sensations his body was giving him, but also scared and unsure about where these explorations would lead him. "Very good," I said. My own cock was throbbing; a bead of pre-cum had formed at the tip. I scooped it up and pressed the finger into his hole. "Feel ok?" I asked, as the first of my dangerous fluids entered his body. "Fuck yeah," he said. I was still kneeling down in front of his hole. I watched his ass pull on my finger; it disappeared into his muscular butt. I had gone into sex with Nathan with my eyes wide open. I knew all of the dangers and risks of having sex without protection. I knew the dangers of having sex with a positive man. I wanted it. I wanted the Nathan and I wanted the virus he carried. But, I wasn't sure if Clint knew what he was getting himself into. Although I had only known him for a few hours, we already had something complex and wonderful. I didn't want to risk that by not telling him the entire truth. But also, I didn't want to jeopardize my chances to get inside him and feel my cock slide against that perfect muscle hole. I pulled my finger out and poured a bit of lube on his hole. My cock started to slide into his crack. Our eyes locked and then our lips locked together while our tongues explored each other's mouths. "I need to tell you something first," I said, breaking off the kiss. My cock was pressed up against his hole. "I want you inside me," he said. "Fuck, don't stop now." "It's important," I said. However, he was eagerly rubbing his ass against my cock and against my best intentions, I reached down and helped my cockhead just barely enter his hole. "No. This is important," he replied. "Important to me. Important to us." He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled himself against me. I was already hard, I was already wanting inside of him, and I was already perfectly positioned. His latest provocation was more than I could resist and I stopped trying to hold back. I let myself enter him. His hole was hot and tight and there was enough lube to let me slide into him. Any restraint in further penetration would require a serious effort on my part. "I need this so badly," he said, as my raw shaft slid into him ever further. I stopped trying to resist him. I took just enough time to pour some more lube on my shaft, enough to make it easy for him to take. Then, slowly and carefully, I pressed my fat rod into his tender hole. As I pressed further into him, his smile grew larger, deliriously happy to finally be getting what he had dreamt about and jerked off to for so long. When we were both used to my presence inside him, I stopped trying to open him up and began to fuck him properly. "You're so tight. So warm," I said, leaning in for another kiss. He wasn't as good as the other men, Nathan, Jason or Sean, but he was a virgin and still very much a novice in getting fucked. He was doing a great job; what he lacked in talent, he made up for in enthusiasm. Not until I was almost all the way inside him did he even wince. Even that was taken care of with me staying still for a few moments, letting him get used to me. "You're so hard. It feels so powerful inside of me." We continued to make out. All the while my cock dripped pre-cum into his innocent hole. Neither of us knew what my pre-cum was capable of. It was an ambiguous fluid: slippery, smooth, alive, and perhaps deadly as well. "What did you want to tell me?" he asked. By that time, my balls were slapping against his ass. I didn't know how to tell him any more. There were other things that were far more important now. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "Do you want me to pull out?" "Do you want to pull out?" he responded. "No, I don't." "Then I don't want you pull out either." "But," I began, but before I could finish, he pulled me down for another kiss. For a moment, I stopped worrying; I just enjoyed his warm hole and his tight embrace. But, finally, I had to say something. "I've been having unprotected sex with guys who are positive." He was quiet for a moment, but made no effort to push me off of him, or force me out of his hole. "Nathan?" he asked. But he tightened his hole around my cock and squeezed out another few drops of pre-cum. I nodded. "You?" he continued. "Are you positive?" "I don't know." It was the truth. I wanted three things in my life at that moment. First, more than anything else, I wanted Clint. Second, I wanted to be poz. And third and finally, I wanted to share this precious gift with Clint. I couldn't imagine a world where I couldn't get all three of them. The two of us were still. I stopped thrusting into his body, and beneath me, he was motionless. Time slowed down while he tried to assimilate everything that I had told him and his own desires. Finally, he made another movement. He pulled me close against his body. His breath was hot against my ear "Don't pull out. Don't ever pull out," he said, in a barely audible whisper. "Are you sure?" I asked, whispering into Clint's ear, just as he had whispered into mine. I had talked a good game with Nathan, telling him how I wanted to poz up the hot guys in college. Now, with one naked and impaled on my raw cock, when I actually had the chance, the reality was a lot more difficult. I felt something warm and wet on my cheek. Before could Clint answer, I saw that he had tears in his eyes. "I really don't know. But this, this closeness, is what I always want. From the moment I saw you, I wanted it with you." We kissed again, his tongue entering my mouth. It came as a shock that I wanted this closeness just as badly as Clint did. My cock twitched in pleasure, glad that it had been granted permission to fulfill its evolutionary mission, it was going to get to shoot its hot load into a wet, accepting hole. "I can't hold back much longer," I moaned. Nathan had kept me on edge the entire week, and I had barely exhausted the reserves my balls had built up. Now, Clint was going to be the lucky recipient of these rich resources. I wished I knew for sure if my semen had the same deadly power as Nathan's, but for now, it was more than enough to have blanket permission to breed my roommate's hot hole. "Cum in me," Clint begged, and I did. The first spurt was thick, long spray of sperm that shot hard out of my engorged cock and landed deep into Clint's body. There was an immediate sense of relief, as the pressure that had built up in my balls was released. The next few spurts were longer and even more intense. I was dribbling my spunk all along the depth of Clint's hole, asserting my ownership of this fertile, virgin territory. "Fill me up, Greg," he asked me. I easily recognized that need in his voice. Just a few days ago, I had the same need when I was begging Nathan to fuck me. "Fucking fill me up every fucking day." "Every night and every morning, bro," I said, as I thrust back into him and another spurt shot out of my cock. I had shot a big load, and it was easy for me to feel my semen squishing around inside of him and against my cock. "You've got a fucking amazing ass." "Your cock feels great inside of me," he said. My orgasm was slowly fading. Although my immediate need for release had been satiated, my cock refused to soften. I continued to gently thrust in and out of Clint, working my load into his delicate tissues. I wanted my seed to stay with him and become a part of him forever. We made out, not saying anything, just feeling the naturalness of our skin-on-skin fuck. "First time?" I asked. There was that unique combination of timidity and eagerness to Clint that made me think he was still new at this. It was endearing and sweet: everything would be still new and wonderful for him. I found it easy for me to get caught up in his pleasure. "Yeah," he said, blushing. "It's a very different environment back home." "Don't worry," I said. "I'm glad I was here for it." "Me too," he said. He pulled me in for another kiss. "Really happy it was you. This is going to be a fun year," he continued. "Definitely," I said. "Fun few years." My cock was beginning to soften, and soon, it would fall out. "Have to pull out," I said. "You going to keep my load up there, Bro?" "Hell yeah," he said. I pulled out of Clint, doing my best to leave as much of my sperm inside of him as I could. Only a few drops escaped, and I pressed them back into him. He grunted in pleasure as my finger entered him, obviously glad to have something up his hole again. Clint's cock was still hard and the trail of fuzz running up to his navel was wet with his pre-cum. I took his cockhead into my mouth, running my tongue around and over it. His pre-cum was a perfect combination of sweet and salty, tempered with the innocence of youth. Even though I had licked it all up, I still wanted more. He sighed in pleasure and obliged my desires; his cock continued to drip a steady stream of his fluid. I worked my way down his shaft, swallowing every drop of it. I was nowhere near as good of a cocksucker as Nathan, but I didn't think I was that bad. I had managed to get all of him in my mouth with the head just pressing into my throat. Clint's dick was just the right size and shape to be big enough, but not so big as to be unwieldy. It was easy for me to alternate between long strokes down the length of the shaft and then shift to concentrating on his sensitive head. I kept this up for a few minutes. There was a pleasurable sense of submission in sucking Clint's cock; the school-yard taunt of "cocksucker" was now a badge of pride. I knew how good I was making Clint feel, and it made me happy as well. "I'm going to cum soon," Clint said. "Can I shoot in your mouth?" I couldn't say anything with my mouth full of cock, but I did my best to nod. I kept on sucking his hard shaft. "Oh fuck yeah," he said, thrusting his hips up and his cock into my mouth. In a pattern I was now very familiar with, his cock stiffened, swelled, and then his thick and rich cream erupted into my mouth. I didn't even try to taste the first spurt but swallowed it without thinking. It was an instinctive response; I wanted to always have a part of Clint in me and have something to remember him by. "Oh god," he moaned, as he continued to pump out his hot sperm. These were smaller and thus easier to savor before I swallowed them. He had a tasty load, and I could have swallowed it all night. Unfortunately, I was able to drain his balls far too soon and then he pulled me off his cock. "Too sensitive," he gasped, as one more drop of cum formed at the tip of his cock. I quickly licked it off before he could stop me. "I know the feeling," I said. I kissed him, letting him taste the sperm that was still in my mouth. We stayed lip-locked, catching out breath, and feeling our naked bodies pressed against each other. I think we could have been there all afternoon. Finally the DVD ended, and the music of the main menu started to distract us. "Shower?" I asked Clint, finally breaking off our make-out session. "Yeah," he said. "Now I just need to find a towel," I said, as I got up from kneeling in front of the couch. "I've got an extra," he said. "In the bathroom." "Cool," I said. "I'll find mine sooner or later." I surveyed the boxes and bags I still needed to unpack. This first weekend was already shaping up to be a pleasurable mix of weed, beer, and sex, with unpacking being very low on the list of our priorities. Clint headed into the bathroom, and I heard the water running soon after. I took a moment to quickly text Nathan about my first conquest before I followed him into our bathroom.

After he sent the letter to his folks, life went on pretty much as usual. Aaron continued to relish his role as the ranch's reliable cumwhore. Most every night, one of his brothers would seed and recharge his ass, more often two or three. During the day, they'd find him in the barn with one or more of the Doberman's, spreading his ass and taking dogcum in his willing ass. Sometimes, the brothers would sell his ass to raise some extra cash; placing ads on Craigslist or M4MRent. A succession of horny old men, bald guys with guts, fat sleazy truckers, and sometimes even a relatively clean-looking guy, would drop and find Aaron trussed in the barn, ready and willing to take any load offered to him. Another time they made a video of him and a young bull and put it on the internet PPV; made quite a tidy sum. On a warm day in late summer, Aaron was strolling around the front yard of the ranch wearing what he usually wore, a torn-up pair of cutoff jeans with a rip up the back for easy ccess to his mancunt; the remains of the pair the men had cut off him when he first arrived. It was about two months after the letter that formally severed ties with his previous life. He was walking toward the barn with one of the Dobermans when a pick-up truck pulled up to the ranch. It braked to a halt just a few yards from one A young man of about Aaron's age got out of the driver's side and pulled a shotgun off the gun rack in back. The Assistant Coach who'd brought Aaron to the ranch observed this from the ranch house; recognizing the boy as Jesse Hausserman, one of Aaron's teammates. "What do we do about this?" asked one of the other men. The Coach was calm. "Let's just watch and see how this plays out." Aaron looked up at his former teammate, and greeted him casually, "Hey, Jesse, how ya' been?" Jesse replied, "Get in the truck, man, I came to get you outta here." The dog growled, Aaron patted its head. "Easy killer, it's all right. How did you find me?" Aaron asked. Jesse answered him. "It took me a long time, after your mom and dad got that letter. It almost killed them. But I knew something must have happened to you, and I kept looking around and asking until I figured out where you were. I've come to take you home, home to your family. Let's go." Aaron shook his head. "I don't wanna go. This is my home, and this is my family." Jesse looked over to where a group of Aaron's brothers were watching with interest. "Those faggots aren't your family, Aaron. They've brainwashed you, somehow. You don't belong here." "Hell I don't," Aaron shot back. "I get high and I get fucked every day. I love cock. Cock is what I live for, and I'll take any cock I can get. I'll take your cock." Jesse's voice was pleading, desperate. "Come on, man, this isn't you." Aaron laughed in his face. "Of course, it's me. I'm a cockwhore now. I'm looking at you and all I can think about right now is sucking your cock, and getting your cock in my ass, and you coming in my ass." Jesse turned away, but Aaron pulled his face back to him. "Look." Aaron had unbuttoned the fly of his cutoffs and freed his massive, erect horsecock from it. Aaron grinned. "Fuck me." Jesse looked appalled. "I don't know you any more." Aaron just grinned. "I get high and I get fucked every day, and I like it." "You're gonna end up with AIDS!" Jesse shouted at him. "Already got it," Aaron replied casually. "What?" "I got it, the virus. My body is an incubator for the virus my brothers planted in me." Jesse paused a long time, and spoke quietly. "There's still time," he said. "If we get you a doctor..." "No!" Aaron said firmly. "Aaron, if you keep this up, you'll be dead in five years..." Aaron laughed, "So fucking what? Five years of getting high and fucked every day is better than fifty years of bullshit on the outside. I could leave any time. I choose to be here. So, let me get on your dick, or get the fuck out." Jesse paused, reconsidered his tactics, as though it had never occurred to him that Aaron would refuse. "I don't know what they did to you but this isn't right." "You're hard," Aaron said, almost giggled. "I can see through your shorts you got a chubby. Did you come out here to rescue me or fuck me?" He put his hand on Jesse's crotch and Jesse swatted it away. "Goddam, Aaron." "Touch mine," Aaron said. "Look how big and thick it is." Jesse was turning red. "The fuck man..." Aaron drew Jesse's hand over to his hard, erect phallus. "It's okay, man, just feel it. Doesn't it feel great?" Jesse's big hand was wrapped around Aaron's meat, as though he was mesmerized. He held onto it as Aaron's deft hand moved back toward the front of Jesse's cargo shorts. This time, Jesse offered no resistance as Aaron undid the front and pulled out a fat, impressive hunk of meat that drew appreciative looks from the audience of brothers watching from the house and fence. Aaron began to get in a kneeling position in front of Jesse, and only then did Jesse pull away. "I can't... I don't wanna get AIDS..." Aaron grunted, "You won't... it's the guy that takes the load that gets the virus." Jesse offered one last protest, "I can't... make you..." Aaron offered no argument but engulfed Jesse's entire thick eight inch cock into his mouth and throat in one swift movement and then worked it like a pro, moving up and down, sucking hard as he drew out and releasing as he drew in. "Fuck..." Jesse was heard to say. Aaron worked Jesse's dick like the pro he had become. Jesse's stood there, cargo shorts peeled back showing a pair of well-muscled legs. Made some of the brothers wonder if Jesse had ever thought about this when he and Aaron were in the locker room together, sweaty and wet, dicks swinging free. For a guy who had come out to take Aaron away, Jesse sure as fucked seemed to be enjoying his blowjob. Less than five minutes in, Aaron stopped and stood up, letting his cutoffs fall and kicking them aside, but not before taking a little wax paper envelope from the front pocket and snorting its contents. He leaned against the side of the pick up and sighed, "Fuck me, Jesse." Jesse looked unsure of the situation. He was still holding the shotgun. His cock was sloppy and wet, and Aaron was offering his butthole to him. "Fuck me," Aaron repeated, and this time he pulled Jesse to him and, bracing himself on the door of the pick-up, wrapped his legs around Jesse's mid-section. "I..." Jesse began. "Come on, fuck me! Fuck my manhole! Put your cock in me!" Aaron demanded. Jesse may have had the gun, but Aaron was in total control now. Jesse pressed his large cockhead against Aaron's hole. With all the infected slobber on top, it slipped easily into Aaron's well-worked ass. Instinct took over at that point, and Jesse just slammed it into him like it was any other cunt. His hips soon found a satisfying pistoing motion. "That's it, now fuck me harder. Fuck me harder!" Aaron insisted. "Oh, fuck,'" said Jesse, fucking his big cock harder and deeper into Aaron's hungry wet hole. "Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!" Aaron sang as he rode that cock and the drugs took effect, making every nerve ending fire and overloading his brain with pleasure. Jesse kept up the rhythm longer than anyone expected. He muttering "Oh fuck" in response to Jesse's "Fuck yeah" in a call and response that went on and on to the point where it was almost funny. The brothers could tell Jesse was about to come when his thrusts got harder and faster, and the exclamations of both boys became incoherent grunts and moans. Finally, Jesse issued out a long, loud, "F-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-c-k," and unloaded into his buddy's willing ass. Almost as soon as he had finished, Jesse pulled away. "Oh... fuck... what did I just do?" "You fucked the quarterback, baby," Aaron replied. He threw his arms around Jesse and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss. Jesse pulled away looked confused, "Is that what you've been doing? This whole time?" "That and more, come here, boy," Aaron dropped down on all fours and presented his bareass to the Doberman. The dog knew exactly what to do and immediately impaled him on his long brown and pick cock. "Dude...!" Jesse exclaimed in disgust. "Oh fuck yeah," Aaron said as the dog rapidly thrust into and out of his mancunt. "I love cock, all cock. Man cock. Dog cock. bull cock. I'll take any cock. I'm a cockwhore and a cumwhore. My purpose is to have cock in me all the time. I'm never leaving, Jesse. Ever." Jesse pulled up his pants, awkwardly. He looked for all the world like he was gonna cry, like he was gonna bawl his eyes out. Was it losing his friend, or was it humiliation and shame over what he'd just done. No one would ever know. He got back into the truck and slowly pulled out of the driveway, leaving behind an ecstatic Aaron on all fours, his ass full of dog cock and dog sperm.

I have long foreskin that can keep a lot of cheese

Cum is the best lube. I like it when I cum while getting fucked and the top puts it on his cock and fucks it into me. This way it is not wasted. I also like it when he feeds it to me.

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Couldn't have put it better myself!

Nice Id like to get involved im 25 poz im verse love to fuck and be fucked with no mercy, piercings are a plus and so are smokers and watersports.

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