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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.

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.

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

My name is Ryan. I am twenty years old, 5’10”, 145 pounds, brown hair and hazel eyes. I’ve been living on my own ever since I came out to my parents when I was 18. They abruptly threw me out. I was lucky to have an older bf, Mike, who was able to take me in to live with him. I never see my parents and rarely see my younger half brother Tyler (we have different mothers and the same father). My bf is twenty-three, 6” tall, 180 pounds of pure muscle, blond hair and blue eyes and poz. We’ve been living together for over two years now and since Mike was poz, I showed my love for him by getting pozzed. He took me to a pozzing party where I was put in a sling and fucked and impregnated by every guy there. I lost count, but my bf didn’t, he said I took thirty loads over two days. On this particular Friday night, my bf and I were invited to another pozzing party where some guy get pozzed, either knowingly on purpose, like I did, or unknowingly. The bottom is restrained in the sling for all to fuck him. Drugs are always involved, especially for the guy getting seeded, it’s somethimes the only way to get those “unwilling” boys to go along. These sessions can be real intense and a lot of fun. It’s also a chance to hang out and see our friends in the neighborhood. So I am sure you’d understand when I was a little shocked to discover that my younger brother was there sitting with our party host (and one of my closest friends), Eddie, and was surrounded by a group of guys I knew well enoug to know that my brother did not belong here with this crowd. Since my bf and brother had never met, I sent Mike over to find out what was going on and why my brother was there. Mike went over and Eddie introduced them. They all chatted and then Mike came back over to where I was on the other side of the room. Mike told me that our host introduced him as Randy and that he was our 'entertainment'. He went on to add that Randy was apparently a virgin and wants to experience all he can tonight, sexually and socially. I asked my bf to get our host, that I wanted to talk to him before any of the party events began. When Eddie came over I told him that Randy was actually my 18 year old half brother Tyler. I never knew he was gay and before anyone seeds his ass I wanted to talk to him in private. This was nothing new to have some guy coming to a party like this and not give his real name. I asked Eddie if he and Mike could get Randy down into the sling and let me talk to him one on one before the real party events begin. If Tyler really wanted to go through with this I wanted to be the one to give him his slam and the first to impregnate him. Eddie agreed it was only fair to find this all out since he was my brother. Eddie and Mike walked over and I saw the trio disappear down the stairs leading to the basement playroom our host has. I slowly made my way down the stairs as I heard my brother commenting on how cool the room was. Then they asked if he wanted to sit in the sling. My little brother said sure and hopped in the sling. He asked about the restraints and Eddie explained that when the guy in the sling is restrained he can be more at ease with his arms and legs out of the way. When I heard the click of the restraints I hit the bottom of the stairs. Tyler and I made eye contact and when my brother saw me he had an expression you only get when you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. He attempted to talk his way out, acting all macho and saying that he was there to support a friend who was gay. When I told him I saw him making out with another guy he knew he was busted. Eddie and Mike left us allone to talk as I asked him point blank, “What the fuck are you doing here? Are you gay or just curious? Why did you come to a party like this?” His only defence came when he admited to me that he thought about guys a lot. He told me that he tried to get with chicks before but never could get hard, but when he thought about guys he was hard as a rock, “Ryan, I have known I was gay ever since I was in junoir high. I have been scared to tell anyone ever since Dad threw you out. After what happened to you I couldn’t tell anyone, not even you.” He figured he was gay and thought this would be a good way to experience everything he could. “What do you mean by a party like this? What kind of a party do you mean?” “You do know that this is a barebacking sex party where there would be a good chance you might get pozzed.” Tyler simply shrugged his shoulders and said, “I didn’t know. Eddie never told me that, We just talked about a sex party.” Well I was going to prove to him that you can never be too careful when you end up at a party like this one. My brother looked at me and asked, “Ryan, are you poz?” “Yeah Ty, about two years now. Mike is also. I decided to demonstrate my love to him by letting him take me to a similar party held here shortly after Dad threw me out.” “You don’t look poz bro.” “Well I am Ty, and if you stick around here you will be too, is that what you want?” Tyler looked me dead in the eye and said one thing, “God no!" All of a sudden the thought of cheming up my little bro and pozzing him had me turned on. I don’t understand nor can I explain it, but I was hard and dripping. I went back up stairs and left Tyler down stairs. I shut the door so no one would go down there just yet. I spoke to Eddie and Mike and told them that I was going back down, to chem up Randy and impregnate him. I asked Mike to join me and asked Eddie to give us some time alone with him before the rest of the guests jon us. Eddie agreed to my proposal. I grabbed Mike and my goody bag and headed back down to the basement playroom. Once I was down there I began to cut Tyler’s clothes away as he began to protest “HEY! WHAT THE FUCK”. That’s when Mike slipped the ball gag in his mouth. I looked down on my little bro and told him, “You came here and now you’re going to get what more then you bargin for Ty!” Ty shook his head and pleaded with his eyes and the last of his clothes, his boxers, were cut off and removed. His hard cock was evident before I removed the boxers, now it was exposed for us to see. It was proof that Tyler was enjoying what was being done to him. Once I had Tyler naked, I pulled a few things from my goody bag that I always bring to these parties: Viagra, a rig, saline and Tina. I took a couple Viagra and gave Mike the same amount. I know how Tina can be at times. Then I prepared the point that I was planing to share with Mike and my brother. Tyler watched with fascination as I put the white powder in the syringe, added some starile saline then put tubing around my arm and Mike’s. I then swabbed both arms with alcohol (the reason some partiers get infections and track marks is that they aren’t careful when they slam). I told my brother “Watch me” as I stuck the needle in my arm, pulled back a bit then plunged a little less then half the slam into my arm, then I hit Mike’s arm, but beore I removed the needle I pulled some blood back into the syringe. Then it was back to my arm to get some of my blood. “Now it’s your turn little bro.” As my brother watched, I stuck the needle in his arm, drew back a little bit of blood to make sure I hit the vein and plunged it all in his arm. “It’s too late to change your mind little bro, our blood will be mixing in your veins, taking the bug with it.” The ball gag was removed and I leaned down to kiss my brother on the mouth as I pulled the tubbing off both our arms at the same time. I knew exactly when the slam hit Tyler, I could feel him loose his breath and felt the cough as he was getting the high I was forcing on him. Now my naked brother lay in the sling, breathing heavily with a glazed look in his eyes. I gave him a couple Viagra to help him keep the hard on he had through this process. Then I turned my attentions to Tylers hole. I nelt down and began to eat his cunt. Tyler immediately began to moan, and wiggle around. Mike stood next to Ty’s head and got him to suck his hard, dripping dick. I continued to lick and nibble at my brother’s hole, Then I began to finger him: one, then two, and soon enough four fingers slid easily in him. When I stuck my fourth finger in his cunt, I knew if I continued I could get a fist in him with some work. I pulled my fingers out and stood up, looked Tyler in the eyes and slowly slid my cock in balls deep. He threw his head back and moaned as I began to fuck him. He looked back up at me and I knew what he wanted. No words need be spoken, he was asking to be imprengated. I asked my brother if this was the first time he had ever been fucked. He replied with a simple yes. I was so turned on to know I was the one who took my brother’s virginity in so many ways. I began fucking him slowly, almost pulling my eight inch cut cock all the way out, before slowly sliding back in all the way. Before I knew it, I was pounding away at Tyler’s hole, long dicking him, pulling all the way out before I slammed back in. Tyler’s moan grew louder as his dick began to leak precum. With little warning Tyler’s cock erupted spewing his neg load all over his belly. The spasming of his hole around my dick sent me over the edge and I shot a weeks-worth of poz seed inside his hole. Now our DNA was bound in more ways then just being half-brothers. After I pulled out I stuck my fingers in his hole to massage my seed into the walls of his ass. My fingers were sliding in so easily I couldn’t help myself, and I began to work four fingers in him. Then I slid in my thumb and with a little bit of encouragement from Mike, I slid my fist inside his hole. My brother was in pig heaven. He truly found himself. After I worked my fist inside his hole for a few minutes I knew I had to make way for the next poz top to seed Tyler. Mike stepped up and slid his cock in my brother and as Mike pounded away with his nine inch, thick tool, I leaned into my brother and kissed him, deeply and passionately and told him, “Welcome to the club little brother.” Then I yelled up the stairs “The little bitch is ready.” Everyone came down and began to strip around us. Before too long Mike yelled out he was cumming and shot a weeks-worth of seed deep inside Tyler. After Mike, Eddie took his turn and the party was in full swing. I kept Tyler well supplied with Tina throughout the party and by the time Sunday afternoon came he was well seeded. He even took a double penetration from Mike and me. A few weeks later Ty called me when he got a bad case of the flu. A month later I took him to get his very first HIV test and when it came back poz we celebrateed by going to the baths. We found some unsuspecting newbie for Tyler to fuck. The kid admitted to being a virgin. Ty gave the kid a similar story and they went off to fuck. I found them later in our room where I slipped the kid a little bit of tina in a booty bump along side my little bro’s dick. After Ty seeded him, I took my turn. The kid had no clue what was going on, but before he knew it, he had take two charged loads.

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

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

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.

My first loads of the year. I've been trying to be a good boy ever since I gave my wife syphilis but sometimes I can't help myself. It had been over a month since I was last fucked and I was horny as hell. For many months, I had been in touch with a young college bear with a nice big and thick dick. Our schedules finally aligned and I went to his apartment during lunch. He fucked me like a beast in a few different positions before finally unloading a huge cum load in my ass. God I love being bred! This always gets me riled up, so I went looking for more. I found another married bear, about 8 years older than me, to come to my truck camper I keep at work. He felched the load out and played with my ass some, relishing the gooey cum that was pouring out. He stood up, shoved his cock in, and fucked me for a couple of minutes before dumping his load up my ass. I was horny as fuck since I hadn't cum in a couple of day, so I asked him if I could fuck him. He turned around, bent over, and I bred his ass. That usually does it for me, but I was oddly still horny. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anyone else, so I jacked off using the cum in my ass for lube.

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.

Dav off = breed time First guy was from my neighborhood and we had been going back and forth on Grindr. I honestly didn't think we'd ever really hook up. Yesterday morning he messaged me saying if I was into groups and I told him it depended on the third. The third wasn't up for it so he came over anyway on his way to work. Didn't give much notice so I wasn't even fully cleaned out yet. Didn't stop this guy from fucking me till he blew a quick load and was on his way. I wanted to take more loads so unfortunately I had to clean out a bit more and I hate the thought of losing a guy's seed so quickly but I'm sure remnants were still in there. Second guy I found on Growlr, cute nerdy type who was apartment hunting in the area and was interested in a quick breed. Quick was an understatement. I sucked the guy for maybe 2 minutes before he wanted to fuck me which lasted about thirty seconds before he blew his load. The good thing though is that it was a 7 day load and I could literally feel his cock pump every rope of cum into me. I could feel my ass fill up with all his seed and it felt amazing. He left for an apartment viewing and I stayed for my last hook up of the day. A regular of mine came by, big hairy daddy type, and believe it or not is a minister at a church on the south side. We did a little foreplay before I felt the heat and huge desire to just have him fuck me. He didn't last long either because about 2 minutes into fucking he dumped a 5 day load into my already cummy hole wrapping up my day off with a nice full ass. Love days off.

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

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.

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

Woke up this morning, horny as hell. Logged into Grindr and found a bud close by, same complex. Bi dude with kids. Told him to come over, strip and suck my cock. He did just that.... Flipped him over and lubed up. He was fucking tight... Plowed him for about 15 mins... He told me to pull out and I said no... Seeded his ass good with a 4 day nut.

Men were built to fuck raw...

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

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 a totally hot encounter. I do get off on anonymous scenes, and it's even hotter when they first tell you they only play safe and then show up and are so hot for your ass that all thoughts of condoms go flying out the window! Bareback loads -yes please!!!

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?

I had an experience with a very dominant Piss Top who kept me chained to his toilet until I could take his full load without letting any escape, needless to say I very quickly learned how to drink from the tap with no effort, sometimes being forced to do something is the best, what ever is happening you deal with it at the time. That was a good many years ago and I probably spent about three days chained to the toilet before I ended up loving it.

Part 2 I clenched my ass tight as I walked back to my place, trying to keep SIR’s cum inside of me. I had just taken five POZ loads in my ass, and what concerned me was the fact that I didn’t care. In face, I was still horny despite having cum twice myself. I thought about what SIR had said to me just before I left, “Now remember boy, I don’t care who fucks you, or how many loads you take, just know that your hole belongs to me. So that means that when I tell you to get your cunt on my cock, you come to where ever I am, when I want.” Readily I had agreed and had left his apartment with my cock slowly stiffening again. By the time I got home I knew I needed to get fucked again, not even wanting to go back upstairs yet, I texted SIR. I know you said you didn’t care who I got fucked by SIR, but are you sure it’s alright? His response came swiftly: Take all the cock you need just remember who your cunt belongs to. Yes SIR. You have anyone in mind to breed your spunked up hole? No SIR, not yet. I just started looking at SCRUFF. Fuck that. Text my friend, he’ll knock you up good. Tell him that SIR sent you. He sent me the contact for “Big Mike” and I wasted no time in messaging him. I sat on my stoop, hole clenched tight, for a very long minute waiting for a response. So, SIR’s got a new boy, fun. You got a hole full of his POZ spunk kid? Yes. I responded. Good, I love fucking a sloppy cunt. Come over. He included his address, about twenty minutes walk across town from where I was. Without hesitation I stood up and started walking. A thought struck me as I crossed the street pressing into the throng of people swarming around Time Square: here I was, on my way to a man’s apartment, who I had never seen, and who was more then likely preparing to dump another POZ load in my ass. My cock twitched, I had my answer. If SIR had sent me to him I was certain that was good enough. I crossed town as quickly as I could and soon found myself in front of a stone fronted luxury apartment building. I blushed slightly at the thought of having to go through the very clean modern looking lobby to get to the elevators at the far side. Steeling my nerve, and hoping that I didn’t smell too much like sweat and cum, I had yet to shower, pushed through the revolving door. I had just made it to the elevator when a low cough drew me up short. I turned my head making eye contact with the doorman who I had been carefully avoiding. “Where are you heading?” he asked in a deep voice. He was younger then most doormen, with a dark completion and bright green eyes he was actually rather attractive. I told him the apartment I was heading to and he gave me a long appraising look before smiling to himself and nodding. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, as if the doorman knew exactly why I was there, I hurried off to the elevators. I stood outside of the apartment staring at the metal door for a moment before, feeling my hole twitch, and becoming aware of the small trickle of cum that had escaped my ass, I raised my hand and knocked. The door opened quickly, but not by the sort of man I had expected. A boy not much older then twenty or so stood before me dressed in only a jock. He had short-cropped blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a strong handsome face. He had the look of a twink who was quickly transitioning to jock. Between his well toned pecs a small growth of blond chest hair sprouted, almost but not quite connecting to the dense and slightly darker treasure trail that led into the waistband of his jock. He smiled at me, and I noticed that his mouth and cheeks were shiny with what I could really only guess to be spit. Gesturing, he stepped back to let me into the apartment. As the door closed behind me he said, “Take your clothes off here.” Dutifully I stripped off, leaving my clothes in a heap by the door. My cock was hard as it had ever been in my life and I gave the boy a wry smile. Winking at me, he said, “You have to earn clothes here, although looking at that sweet ass I’m guessing you’ll never be granted more then a jock.” He turned to lead me down the hallway and added, “I’m Greg, by the way,” as a bit of an after thought. “Aaron,” I replied. “Nice to meet you, I’m guessing we’ll be seeing a lot of each other if SIR keeps you. I’m Mac’s fucktoy, that’s what he calls me. SIR always sends his boys to Mac when they are ready to start taking other cocks. Mac then uses them and tells SIR if he thinks they’re worth keeping around.” He turned to face me, “When did SIR start fucking you?” “About ten hours ago,” I said a little sheepishly. “Seriously, you took your first load from SIR this morning?” “Yeah, um, last night I guess,” it seemed odd to be saying out loud what had happened to me, “he drugged me and I agreed to let a bunch of guys breed me, and then he sent me a video of it and told me to call him when I was ready for more. I, well...” I knew this must sound so wrong, but I had loved it, “I just called him right then and went over to his place and he fucked me. After he came he told me he was POZ, which freaked me out for a minute, but it felt so good that all I could think about was getting him to fuck me again,” the words were poring out of me in a word vomit confession, “and so I took four more loads from him. While I was walking home I texted him saying I wanted more cock and he directed me here.” “Jesus, you came around faster then I did. It took a week of daily breedings from Mac before he sent me to SIR. So you’ve got at least five loads in you hole right now?” “Yeah, if there’s any left from last night.” “Turn around, and bend over, I wanna see really fast.” I did as he asked and turned around, grabbing my cheeks as I bent over to really show off my hole. “Fuck, he ran a finger over my hole, Mac’s gonna love that. Come on we’ve kept him waiting long enough.” The hallway into the apartment proper was a rather long one, Greg led me all the way to the end when on the right hand side was a large open arch that opened onto a spacious loft. The left hand side was entirely composed of windows that looked out over the city, Freedom tower glinting in the distance. Facing the windows sitting on a gray, square armed, modern looking sofa was what could only be a younger version of SIR. At probably 35, the man who I correctly guessed to be Mac, had a dark brown beard, a neatly combed haircut, broad shoulders, powerful chest, and was covered in dark brown hair. My eyes only lingered on these features for a moment before falling to the thick veined cock he was fisting. My mouth started to water an my hole clenched several times just at the sight of it. “Well, don’t just stand there cunt, come and get on your knees.” He said gruffly, I rushed forward and fell to my knees between his wide spread legs. His hands landed on the back of my head and pushed me down so that I had no choice but to take his fat cock down my throat. “My fucktoy’s been keeping me hard for you. I’m gonna fill you up with a few more POZ loads before I send you on to your next stop. Now that you’ve shown SIR you’re a horny cumdump he’s planned a full night of load taking for you. Hope your cunt is up to it. SIR seems to think so, and he’s rarely wrong.” My hole twitched at his words and I slurped his cock down with even more gusto. I pressed myself forward, willing more and more of his cock down my throat. Quickly his shaft grew slick with throat juice as I slobbered up and down its considerable length. A blowjob; however, was clearly not Mac’s main focus. After what was no more then five minutes he pulled me off of his dick and said in a gruff breathy voice, “Sit on it.” I leapt to my feet and clambered up onto the couch so I was squatting over his lap facing him. With one hand on the back of the couch to steady myself I used the other to aim his cock at my desperate hole, and with no lube other then my spit and the cum that was still inside of me, I sat down on his cock slowly. His cock was thicker then SIR’s but not as long. I groaned as his unusually broad, blunt cock head stretched my sphincter wide. His cock felt as thought it increased in girth down its entire length so that by the time I felt my ass cheeks come to rest on Mac’s hairy thighs I was shaking a reveling in being stretched further then I had ever thought possible before. Mac gave me a few moments to get used to his thick cock before, his hands under my ass, he lifted me, and then slowly lowered me back down onto his cock. He did this several times, each time lifting me a little bit higher. I started to lift myself up, dropping down hard on his cock, feeling his head punching against my guts. My hole was twitching around his cock, and my breath came in short gasps each time he pulled out. After what seemed like a blissful eternity, Mac pushed me down, hard, on his cock, his head pressing against my second sphincter and making me cry out. I could feel my inner hole giving way, and as it did Mac flipped us over so that now I was laying on my back on the couch, my legs wrapped around him. Mac used the added leverage of our new position to force his cock past my second hole. I cried out in pleasure and pain, but had no time to get used to what had just happened as Mac now began to pound me so hard that my entire body shook with the force of it. “God,” he grunted, “SIR was right, your cunt is made for cock.” Mac didn’t slow down or lessen his assault on my hole for what I can only assume was fifteen minutes. I could tell that my hole would be bruised but I also knew somewhere in the back of my mind that I didn’t care and it wouldn’t stop me from taking Mac’s cock more. Sweat poured off of his and splattered against my shaking body. I cried out, moaning and grunting with every thrust. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if there were neighbors close by who could hear Mac destroying my hole. “You ready for your first load from me boy?” Mac asked after what had to be a full quarter of an hour of unrelenting pounding. “You ready for your next dose of POZ cum?” ‘Yes,” I yelled, “breed me! Fill me up! POZ my cunt!” His only response was a wicked smile and slamming into my ass a few times even harder then before, punching through my second sphincter each time. Then I knew he was coming, he growled and shoved his dick as deep as he could. Almost his entire load went past my inner ring, and I reveled in it. He did not pull out but instead, began to fuck me very slowly. “With a cunt a nice as yours ill probably be able to get out six loads before I go soft. You ready for that boy?” “Yes, my hole is yours.” “Good answer.”

I just had that happen to me this week, i stop at the rest area in my town and there is this hot looking trucker standing by the front of his truck rubbing his pants,as i walk up to him he tells me to walk around his truck so no one sees me and said that know one needs to see me. In a bit im rubbing a nice bulge on his front and he said that this is his first time trying this. Jack pot i think need less to say two hours later and three load in me, two in my ass and one down my throat im floating on cloud nine he said that he's a local driver so may find him again

For the rest of the evening, we ate for a bit then chatted about ourselves. Will was the first person who had ever been interested in me. He listened to what I liked and thought. He told me how good looking I was, what a great little body I had and how hot my small tight ass felt on his cock when he was fucking me. I'd never had anyone compliment me like that so I enjoyed it enormously. Gradually, Will turned the conversation to sex. He explained that although he was top he did occasionally get fucked, or as he said, “get bred”. I'd never heard that expression before and asked him about it. He said it was when when a guy shot his seed in another guy's ass. “Seed”, another new term he started using to describe cum. In fact from then on he has always used it. He told me that he would always breed me with his seed as it was the only way to be really intimate and close. In my head I was so pleased he had said “always” as it sounded like he was planning we would be together a long time. I hoped so because I had never felt so attracted to anyone before. Will talked at length about how he loved breeding his previous boyfriends asses, but he was especially into seeing other men breed them. He said that now I was his boyfriend he'd want to see lots of men breed me so he could then fuck me in their seed. I couldn't understand why he got off on that, but was over the moon that he had said we were boyfriends. I knew there and then I'd do whatever he wanted as I was falling for him. Amazing to think that we met on Tuesday and it was now only Friday evening. I had never felt the same intensity for my girl friend. Will was boned solid as he was telling me all this and finally he told me “to kiss his 10” seeder cock”. I got on my knees and my mouth made love to his cock. I kissed it passionately as if it was his mouth. My lips went up and down the full length of him and I swallowed every drop of his pre seed. Will told me to move to his balls and kiss them and to know they contained the seed that he was going to breed into my ass shortly. He said to tell him how much I wanted that. I replied saying I wanted it so bad and would never get enough of his cock or seed. He looked intensely into my eyes, a look I couldn't and didn't want to pull away from and he said he wanted to breed me so much. Will was sitting on the sofa and he told me to sit on his cock facing him. I slid down on his cock whilst we passionately kissed. I had never taken him that way and boy did it feel good. It was as if his cock was even longer. You know guys I'm not tall (5.5) and very slim (27” waist) so imagine what it was like to take a thick 10” cock fully inside me in that position. It must have been half way inside my torso. Will put his hands under my ass and lifted me up and down the full length of his cock. I realised he was using my whole body to jack his cock. Will stopped kissing and whispered into my ear that he could feel his pre seed flowing into my ass which his cock was grinding into my ass walls and deep into my guts. I could only moan as by that point, I was lost not just in the physical sensations but the whole mental thing of what Will was doing to me. Will asked me if I would go to a club tomorrow night that he knew, where lots of men would breed me. He said it would turn him on big style. He stared into my eyes as he lifted me up and down on his cock. By that time, I had no thoughts other than the immediate feeling of his cock in my ass, the whole sensation of being used to jack his cock off, the fact he was my boyfriend and how much I wanted him to seed me. In those circumstances my only reply was, of course yes, I'd love to go to the club with you. Will pulled me firmly down on to his cock and immediately shot his seed, the deepest I think I ever took it up to that point. When I knew he was cumming, I shot too, all over Will's chin. I will fast forward the rest of Friday night and most of the day part of Saturday. I am sure you guys want to hear about the club. After a 15 minute cab ride we pulled up outside this dark building on a quiet, non residential street. I had been nervous all day and by now I was trembling. Will tried to reassure me as best he could during the cab ride but he couldn't say much as the driver would have heard. There were no signs to indicate a club or bar but will pressed a button and I heard a buzz as an electronic lock opened. We entered a small entrance room where a guy sat behind a desk. The desk guy looked at me and said I looked too young to get in. Will assured him I was 18 and he passed over my ID. Desk guy studied it closely and looked at me to check the photo. After a minute he looked at Will and said, “fuck the guys are going to enjoy doing him tonight”. Will winked and handed over the entrance money. We walked through to a locker room where we took all our clothes off, except for shoes. I was very apprehensive at this point but trusted Will that it would all be good. Will led me through a corridor and into what was the bar part of the club. It was almost pitch black but after a few minutes my eyes did adjust. I couldn't believe what I saw. There were maybe a 100 men all standing around naked. Some with boners, some not. Some guys were in their late 20s but most were 30s 40s and older. One or two of the guys had hot bodies but most guys were average and some guys had big bellies. I then noticed that some guys were having sex. There was sucking and fucking going on and one guy was leaning over the actual drinks bar, having a drink, whilst another guy was fucking him. I was amazed that this sort of thing went on. Will got us some beers which we drank whilst checking out the guys. I noticed that most of the guys were looking at me, many of them stroking their cocks as they did so. I pointed it out to Will and he said they all wanted to fuck me. I was grossed at that, as so many of them were unattractive. Will just winked and smiled saying that by the end of the night I'd probably have let them all fuck me. He said he'd like to watch each of them breed me. I thought no way. Just then a guy appeared from a passage way, saw us and approached Will greeting him by saying I knew you'd be here, you pig. I looked at the guy who was called Rob and noticed he was boned solid. He had a hot body and his cock was maybe 7”cut. Will introduced me as his boyfriend. Rob never took his eyes off me and I could tell he liked me. He told Will he'd just barebacked an ass through a glory hole seconds ago but hadn't shot, which was difficult because he had a seven day load in his balls. Will told me to suck Rob's cock and taste the ass juices. I was reluctant to do it as so many guys were looking and the fact the Rob's cock had just been in an ass and I didn't know what that guy was like. Will saw my hesitation and said he'd love to see me suck Rob. As ever, I wanted to please Will, so I bent over and quickly smelled Rob's cock. It didn't smell bad, in fact it smelled great, so I licked the head then took him into my mouth. As will Alan's cock on the previous night, once I took Rob's cock in my mouth I sort of lost control and went for it. I had all sorts of thoughts thinking about who the guy was whose ass juices I was tasting, then I realised I liked it. Rob moved around to my ass and started rubbing his cock into my ass crack. Will had already lubed me up before we arrived, saying it would be the only lube I would need as guy's seed would keep me ready. I could feel Rob's raw cock head at my ass hole and he started to push into me. I couldn't believe what was happening, especially in front of so many men. Will fed me some poppers which helped and Rob slid all the way into me. Will said Rob and I looked so awesome together. Rob started raw fucking me and as a result several guys moved closer to watch. Rob told Will how good my ass felt. Will kissed and supported me whilst Rob thrust into my ass. He fucked me for maybe five minutes then screamed he was unloading his seed into me. He shook for what seemed ages, held in me, then slowly pulled out. Will whispered how proud he was of me. He then said to Rob that it was unusual for him to shoot so early in the night. Rob replied that he hadn't planned to breed me so early but couldn't help himself. He wanted to do me before anyone else got the chance. Will turned me around and quickly slid deep in me. Rob said “yeah Will fuck my seed deeper into his guts”. Will fucked for a minute or so then again turned me around so I could suck Rob's seed off his cock. It tasted so good covered in seed. Whilst I was bent over, I felt another cock push into my ass. I tried to pull back to see who it was but Will kept me on his cock. The guy didn't last long before shooting another load of seed into me. He pulled out and by the time Will released my mouth from his cock, he was gone when I turned around. I was overwhelmed by the fact some guy had shot in me and I never knew what he looked like. Will then again slid into my ass and groaned when he felt how wet I was. A minute or so later he pulled out, again had me lick the seed off his cock, then kissed me. I asked Will what the guy looked liked and he replied saying its more fun not knowing. After some more beers,Will said he'd show me the rest of the club. I followed him down the passage that I'd seen Rob emerge from. It led to an even darker room. There were stalls all over the place and I could see that they had dull lights in each stall. I found out later you could turn off the lights. Will walked me around and men were looking with a sort of hungry look. Most of the men in this room had boners. Will said we should go into a stall. When I got in I could see that there were holes in the walls. He said they were known as Glory Holes and men would push their cocks through. The stall that we entered had a large ass size hole and Will told me to put my ass into it. He left the light on in our stall and the door open. Men were walking past and looking at me with my ass in the hole. After a minute of so, I heard the door close on the adjoining door. Next thing I felt a finger then a cock against my ass. The cock started pushing into me and Will said he could tell by my facial expression that a cock was entering my ass. On the one hand I was repulsed by not knowing who was fucking me or whether it was wrapped or raw. I was thinking it might have been one of the ugly men. On the other hand it was exciting. Will said that the guy would know who he was fucking as he had probably walked past and seen me. The cock would fuck into me then almost pull out, then all of a sudden I heard a yell from the other side and the cock held still, presumably as he shot. The cock pulled out and just as quickly, I heard the door open. Not a second later the door closed again and in no time I felt another cock slide into me. Like before the guy shot in me and left. I asked Will if he thought they were wrapped. He replied that he didn't know but if they were raw I'd soon be feeling seed running down my legs. Another two men fucked me before I needed to stand up as my back was aching. Will felt my ass hole and said it was dripping with seed. He proceeded to fuck me himself and when he withdrew, I felt the seed running down my legs. Will said he was proud of me. We then walked around some more. Will told me to go into a room that had some sort of curtain at the door. He said he would wait for me to come out. I pulled back the curtain and it let a bit of light in as I entered. Almost immediately hands were all over me. (Will told me later that men hung by the curtain to see who was coming in as once the curtain fell back, it literally was pitch black.) Hands pulled me deeper into the room and I sensed dozens of men. Hands were everywhere, as were cocks. Men felt up my body and when they felt I was slim they didn't leave go. Men had me bent over sucking countless cocks and at the same time more cocks were shoved in my ass. When one guy pulled out another guy immediately entered my ass. I was pulled from one man to another. After a bit I felt like I'd better get back to Will. It was very difficult to untangle myself from the men as they had me in the furthest corner from where I thought the curtain was. Eventually, I managed to get to the curtain and find Will waiting. He said I had been in for 40 minutes. He asked me how many cocks had I sucked and how many had fucked and bred me. I said I had no idea, to which he replied that would be about right. He slid into my ass saying it felt beautiful and so wet with seed. Will said he had found a guy he wanted a 3some with and we were to go into a larger private room he had paid for. When I got there the guy was waiting. I say guy but he was maybe a year older than me. He too was slim and he had shaved his nut and pit hair. We introduced ourselves and Will told us to kneel on the low bed next to each other. He said he was to fuck us both and slide from ass to ass. The guy wanted a condom, to which Will refused. He said if he wanted fucked he took it raw only. Will slid into me and I saw the guys eyes look and knew he wanted it bad. He told Will to fuck him and he could go raw. I will shorten the story but Will fucked us both, the seed from my ass was transferred to the other ass via Will's dick. Will then had me stand up and he guided my cock into the guy's ass. It took all my strength not to shoot immediately as I'd never fucked a guy before. I rammed in for maybe 3 minutes then lost all control and shot a wad of seed into the guy. When I pulled out, Will slid straight in and after 5 minutes or so he too unloaded deep in the ass. Will then had me eat the seed out the ass and kiss the guy with it. It was amazing. We stayed another two hours and the same sort of scenes repeated again and again. I don't have any clue how many men I had sex with and how many bred me but it was a lot.

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.

3. Nathan The drive home was quick and easy. Jason and I were going against the flow of families still jockeying for positions close to the dorms, and the streets heading away were all clear. At home, Jason disappeared into the bedroom and packed a gym bag while I went into my office. With the weeklong trip out here, I had been neglecting work, and it was past time to catch up. "See you around six?" Jason asked before he headed out. "I'm going to study a bit after the gym." "Sounds good," I said. It was just barely two, so I had a few hours to work through my inbox and plan out the next week. At least my balls were now completely drained so I didn't have that particular distraction to deal with. On the other hand, my phone was now constantly vibrating with new texts from Greg and even some from Clint. The two boys were hitting it off, possibly more than just hitting it off. Every message seemed to be about how hot the other boy was. "Greg just took of his shirt. He's damn hot," read one from Clint. A few moments later, one arrived from Greg. "Fuck. Clint just took off his shirt. Perfect creamy muscles." Finally, I texted both of them "Go for it." I wanted them to get the past the messy formalities and start exploring each other, getting the fucking out of the way. It gave me thirty minutes of peace, before a "Too late," came from both of them, nearly simultaneously. Greg quickly followed up with a quick text. It was obvious that Clint would be his first "project" at college. Now, all that depended on Jason and I having given Greg enough sperm over the past few days. He would need it to make this project a success. I couldn't do much else, other than to give Greg one last suggestion. Right as I left campus, I had slipped Greg several of the movies Jason and I had done together. There was one I was thinking of. It had been done almost exactly a year after Jason had become poz and it was just the two of us. We talked about our relationship and had long, slow, raw sex. We talked about how barebacking had been a crucial part of us coming together. I hoped that it would help pave the way for Greg and Clint. Despite all of the sex I had over the past few days, just thinking about the two boys together was getting me aroused again. I didn't even need to fuck. I just wanted to feel Jason next to me again. I just wanted it to be the two of us once more. But, I forced myself to focus on work. Between the driving, the heat, and the adventures of the past few days, I was a bit tired, and a nap seemed like just the thing. Once done with work, I stripped down, and crashed, naked, on the bed. I must have been more exhausted than I realized, because I was passed out within moments of lying down. "You owe me. Big Time." It was a cross between a whisper and a growl and the man's weight was holding me down on the bed. His breath was hot on my ear. Suddenly awakened and barely able to think, my stomach did a flip. "Huh?" I managed to grunt, even with the man's arm tight around my neck. He was just on the edge of choking me. It was a long, terrifying moment before he finally let me inhale. The familiar scent of Jason's sweaty body filled my nose and I could relax. At least a little bit. "You were fucking him the entire trip? And you didn't send me a single picture?" With his free hand, Jason reached down and pulled his gym shorts out of the way. "Or even tell me?" His cock sprang free, slid into my crack, and immediately started to search out my hole. I arched my back, making it even easier for him to line up his cock. "You think you deserve any lube for that stunt?" I nodded furiously. Jason might have been perfectly average in the cock department, but he knew how to use it. I had never been sorer than the mornings after he decided he wanted to show off his talents as a rough and intense top. "It's been a while," I said, hoping he would take mercy on me. "I guess," he said. "After all, you did have the common decency to share him with me once you guys arrived." He reached for the bottle of lube from the bed table. As he slicked up his cock and dribbled just a tiny bit of the lube on my hole, Jason kicked his shorts off the bed. We were now alone and naked, with our cocks erect. This time, there were no distractions, no horny nephew demanding to be fucked, and no obligations for the rest of the evening. It was just the two of us, aroused, engorged, and ready. Jason flipped me onto my back and wrestled my legs onto his shoulders. "Ready?" he asked. His cock was right against my hole. I could tell that he was definitely ready. "Always, love. Always," I said. He pressed against me and his cock slid into my hole. The last time I had been fucked had been over a week ago. Jason had pounded me right before I had left for the east coast and the long drive back here. His hard shaft was a nearly unfamiliar pleasure inside me but I quickly acclimated to it. "Fuck. I needed this," I said, as Jason pressed all the way into me. "I've missed you," he said, leaning in to kiss me. "I've wanted to be back inside of you the entire time you were gone." He finally slowed down his penetration when his balls hit my ass. "I'm all the way inside of you, babe." He slowly pumped in and out of my hole, letting his soft skin rub against my delicate hole. There was nothing that came between us and by the end of the night, we would have shared everything with each other: our thoughts, our love, and, of course, our sperm. "You going to give me a big load?" I asked, in between the long, slow kisses. "If you have any left over from Greg?" "Of course, boo. You must have given Greg plenty. Now its time for me to give you a recharge." He was staring at me, his brown eyes examining my face for any changes over the past week. He stroked my temple tenderly, contrasting with the powerful thrusts of his hips. "You're so beautiful, my man. And such a hot, welcoming hole." "I love you on top of me. Inside of me. And dripping into me," I said. It had started as a rough encounter, but it was quickly turning into something very different. This was quiet and intimate. "Melding with me." "I'm not going to leave you, love. Ever. You know that,” he said. We kissed again, and deep in my body, his cock twitched. He was leaking precum, and my hole was hungry for every drop of it. "I'm going to mark you as mine. And I'm always going to keep you close." "Of course," I said. We were quiet, just making out and truly making love, rather than just fucking just to reach an individual orgasm. Instead, both of us were working together to get Jason off. We both wanted him to explode inside of me, to drain his balls and to fill me with his sperm. We were a perfect team. Long experience had taught both of us what we needed to do. His cock was dripping a steady stream of pre-cum. We didn't need any further lubrication; what the two of use were making was more than enough. "Cum in me," I said, finally breaking the silence. "I want to feel your sperm inside of me. It's been too long." "Miss it?" he said, smiling. "I can never get enough." It was the truth. Ever since that first time, when he first came back from the doctor with the news, I was never satiated with just a single load from him. Even after a long weekend of partying and playing, after uncountable men and my hole dripping and sore, I was always ready for Jason to fuck me and get another of his loads injected deep into me. "Fill me." "You want my poz cum? My deadly seed?" "Fucking right on," I said. "Fill me up, my toxic boy." "Damn right, my sexy poz father." I knew he was going to cum soon, and it was going to be a big one. He was my poz son; I had infected him, and we were now both permanently inscribed with the signs of that exchange. Our two tattoos were a more intimate and binding reminder of the depth and permanence of our relationship than the silver bands we wore on our fingers. "Breed me boy. Fill me with your toxic sperm." "Oh fuck," Jason moaned, his cock sliding deep into me once more. There was a familiar pulse and a comforting spurt as a hot sticky mess bloomed in my ass. I squeezed tight and milked out every drop as Jason continued to pound my raw hole. "Take it, my poz daddy. Let your son recharge you. Give you what you need." As his cum filled my hole, there was a sense of happiness flooding my body. It was the happiness of getting bred, of having a man fill me with his cum and of having the man I loved more than anything else in life fuck me raw and re-infect me with his virus. Although now less intense and more common, it was the exact same warmth that Jason had first experienced those many years ago. It was the warmth that announced his entry into the brotherhood of the infected and the biohazardous. "I love you boy," I said, as my own cock quivered and pulsed, spewing my own toxic load onto my furry stomach. "Fuck yeah, Nathan, cum for me. Shoot that hot poz daddy sperm for me." He bent over, and took my cock in his mouth. Between his dick in my ass and my cock in his mouth, I was in heaven. My dick was dribbling a steady stream of sperm, which he greedily swallowed. He made sure to get every precious drop. "Can't let it go to waste," he said. He leaned in further and licked up the long slash of cum that was spread across my stomach. Unfortunately, as he tried to lick it all up, his hips shifted and his cock popped out of my hole. I was suddenly empty: I had shot my load and had lost his cock from my ass. "Damn," he said and pulled my head up to kiss me. The taste of my sperm was still strong in his mouth. He had been a greedy boy, and swallowed all of the cum. Despite that, my tongue still explored every corner, seeking out the last few drops. "I needed that, boy," I said, breaking off our kiss. Jason nodded in agreement, as he curled up next to me on the bed. He rested his head on my chest, playing with the still wet hair on my stomach. We lay there for a bit. We didn't have to talk; what we wanted to say had been expressed in our raw, intimate fucking and the loads we had given each other. Jason slowed down his gentle circles on my stomach. He was drifting in and out of the light sleep that accompanied a hard orgasm. My phone buzzed. Reluctantly, I turned my attention away from Jason and our post-orgasmic cuddling and to the small electronic dictator of my life. "Who is it?" Jason asked, obviously annoyed at the interruption. "Well, Greg and Clint have been tag-teaming me all afternoon," I said. "I'd pay money to see that," he said, with an evil smile on his face. The mention of a tag team had roused him from his sleepiness. "You may just get your wish," I said. "We know how Greg feels, and apparently, Clint thinks I'm hot as well." "I was right about him. He's definitely got good taste in men." Jason flipped me over, nestled himself between my legs, pushed his face into my ass, and then started to rim me. He licked out the fresh load he had just deposited. "Very good taste indeed," he said and resumed his probing. As his tongue explored my hole, it was hard for me to hold the phone, much less try to find the text I had just received. "And both of them have telling me how hot the other one is. I want them to just get it over with and fuck already." "And what did you tell them?" "I told Greg to try one of our videos to get Clint in the mood, but haven't heard back if it was a success." Despite Jason's efforts, I managed to get the text open; it was from Greg. But then, I let myself get lost in Jason's probing, teasing tongue. Before I could even read it, I put down the phone and spread my legs wider. Jason pressed his tongue deeper into me and my toes curled in pleasure. He scooped out more of his cum from my ass, before pausing. "And what do the boys have to say for themselves, interrupting us in such a critical moment?" He rested his head on my ass, and traced out my tattoo. "I don't know. I got distracted before I could read it." "Oh yes. Put the blame on me," he said as he reached the very last bullet on my tattoo. "You're going to need a new entry on this list soon," he said. "It's always hard to know," I said. There had been men that had only needed a weekend. But there also had been men that had been defiantly negative years later, and not for want of trying. "What do you think?" "Just between the two of us?" he asked. "We're going to have a sick boy on our hands by the end of next week." "That soon?" I said. "I'm not so sure." Modern drugs were frighteningly good, and made the process much harder than it once had been. Accidental pozzings were almost unheard of and even intentional ones could now take a lot of enjoyable effort. "Small wager?" he asked. "Winner picks for an entire week." It was our currency for small bets: we would no longer flip a coin before our evening meds, and instead, the winner got to choose the night's sexual adventures. "My nephew is worth only a week?" I asked in mock indignation. "Two weeks, and we're on." "Deal. And you will regret it," Jason said, and spread my ass cheeks once more, diving in. His wet tongue worked back into my hole and he slurped out a little more sperm. But, eventually, he gave up. "I think I got all I can," he said. He rested his head back on my ass. "So, what does Master Greg have to say for himself?" No longer distracted by Jason's rimming and felching, I picked up phone again. "Success," was all that the text from Greg said. There was also now a text from Clint since Greg's message. "Thanks for the push. This is going to be a fun year," he had said. "Greg fucked Clint. And Clint seems to have enjoyed it." "Bastard," Jason said. "What can I say?" I replied. "In my family, we move fast, and we get what we want." I gently dislodged Jason from my butt, and pulled him up to my face. "And what we get, we keep," I said, kissing him. Between the nap and the sex, evening had come. "Dinner?" Jason asked me as we ended the kiss. "Definitely," I said. We pulled on some sweats and went about making dinner. It was a quiet evening. Both of us had had enough adventures over the past few days and needed some down time. It was nice to be alone, together. We headed towards bed earlier than normal; I won the coin toss for meds, and Jason got his cock sucked. He had shot most of his load in me earlier, but I was still able to coax out a few mouthfuls of his semen. I shot another load myself, jerking off as I sucked him. It was a perfect nightcap and we both fell asleep quickly. As always, Jason was in my arms. The sun woke us up the next morning. Because neither of us had anything to do, I had turned off the alarm. It let us sleep in. I woke up first, and my shifting in bed woke up Jason. "How did you sleep?" he asked me. "Good. And you?" "Fine," he said yawning and stretching. "I'm sorry," I said. "I should have warned you ahead of time about Greg. But he wanted to be the one to tell you." "Yeah, probably. It was a little awkward there for a moment, sandwiched between the two of you. And being naked. And hard. But it worked out just fine." "Still. That wasn't the easiest place. And I had no idea if Greg was going to be your type." "Boo, love. You're too close to him to see it. Greg is everyone's type. Especially once he pulls out that fat, long Telemann dick. And you know, the reason it worked out so well is that you've got the awareness to be worried about it. About us." "Thanks, I suppose." I closed my mouth for a moment, and Jason took the opportunity to grab my cock. "And I've got a Telemann dick of my own," he laughed as he started to stroke it. "And I'm going to have so much fun with it when you loose that bet." "Bet?" I asked. "You don't remember? I bet that Greg would get the fuck flu by the end of the week. Two weeks. Two weeks of you doing whatever I want." With the clarity of a night's sleep, and the hard morning erection, it now seemed like a bad bet. Between Jason and myself, we had pumped uncountable loads of poz cum into Greg. There was no way my innocent nephew could avoid the inevitable. "Two weeks? What was I thinking?" "I think I was distracting you there. It's part of my evil master plan to keep you naked and horny. And any news from our boy?" I picked up my phone, but it was mercifully blank. "Nothing yet. I think we're going to be a weird combination of fathers, lovers, and friends to those two." "Yeah, I was thinking about that last night. At least we'll be able to fuck them," Jason said. "Yeah. But right now, I need to fuck you." "Ok," Jason said, as he rolled onto his back, and grabbed his legs. "You know I'm easy that way." I took that as my invitation to defile his hole one more time.

CHAPTER 2 – THE POOL PARTY Dalton’s family has a private backyard with a large pool—or mostly private, anyway. Our two houses are perched next to each other on an embankment that juts out from the street like a natural cul de sac, effectively separating us from the other lots in the neighborhood. A fence runs along our shared property line, and we planted a thick grove of trees to give both houses a greater sense of seclusion. Not that it matters. Brian and I are voyeurs, so “seclusion” is a relative term. Before Dalton moved in, we lived next to a family of five, and the Dad was a silver fox type who would jack off in the Jacuzzi when he thought no one was watching. We discovered it by accident: one summer evening, we happened to be fucking a boy under the stars when we heard a sharp grunt from our neighbor’s house. We sneaked over to the property line just in time to see the silver fox climbing out of the hot tub, his impressive erection still at half-mast. The next evening, Brian and I cleared out a few spots in the foliage where we could have an unobstructed view of our neighbors’ backyard without fear of discovery. Then we sat next to the fence and waited, passing the time by jacking each other’s dicks; before long, I was wrapping my mouth around Brian’s thick shaft while he worked two fingers into my fuckhole with generous globs of Tina-laced lube. My ass began pushing back on him, squeezing his fingers as if trying to swallow his hand. Finally, he pulled me off his dick and fed me the fingers he’d been working into my hole. As I slurped greedily on the taste of my chemmed-up guts, Brian stared into my eyes with his trademark combination of adoration and amusement. “Oh, my hot little piggy,” he whispered, “I sometimes forget what a trashy little chemwhore you are.” “Not only that,” I replied. “I’m your trashy little chemwhore.” He flashed an evil grin before sliding his fingers back inside my hole, this time working a little rock of T into the liquid warmth already radiating from my ass to my cock to my nips. At last, when I couldn’t wait any longer, I removed his fingers from my ass, positioned my hole directly above his precum-slick cock, and lowered myself onto my man’s throbbing shaft in a single hungry downward thrust of my hips. Just then, as I was fully impaled on Brian’s twitching raw cock, the silver fox walked onto the adjoining back patio. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped his bathrobe—revealing a muscular mid-40s physique with salt-and-pepper fur—and sank into the hot tub. His head fell back; his mouth dropped open. And then his right shoulder began to shake as he beat his meat, unseen by us, beneath the surface of the water. Almost by reflex, I began milking Brian’s dick with my hole as I watched our neighbor stroke his cock. Then my husband wrapped his arms around me and began thrusting up into my hole, my entire body trembling in anticipation as I braced for a load of his warm poz cum. Moments later, we heard the silver fox grunt—the same grunt as the night before. And as we watched, he pushed his hips and his cock above the water, letting his cum fly in a thick spray from his fat mushroom head. Three distinct ropes of jizz flew into the air, then down into the froth of the Jacuzzi. And that’s when I felt Brian’s raw dick pulsing and flexing deep inside me, flooding my tweaked fuckhole with a fresh dose of his potent strain. Over the next two years, the silver fox jacked off many more times while we watched from the bushes. We started calling it “the late show,” and we caught it whenever we could. Most of the time, I sat on Brian’s dick when the silver fox started cumming, and Brian obliged with another buttful of poz seed. In fact, it became such a regular ritual for us that when our neighbors moved across the country, it was almost like our favorite TV show had been canceled. We shouldn’t have worried. As it turns out, the real show was just about to start. * * * Jesse secured us a spot at the pool party. He explained that the adults weren’t really expected to swim—they mostly sat around drinking and talking while their kids played in the pool. When the day of the party arrived, Brian and I chose tank tops to show off a little muscle and fur. We also wanted Dalton to catch a glimpse of the bulges in our board shorts, so we boosted the profile of our packages by wearing cockrings under tight white jockstraps. We arrived when the party was in full swing. As we passed through the sliding glass doors and entered the back patio, I saw Dalton on the opposite end of the pool, lifting himself out of the water, his swimsuit clinging tightly to his ass while a cascade ran down the muscles of his back and splashed against the elastic of his waistband. I glanced over at Brian, and I could tell he saw the same thing. His eyes, like mine, were glazed over with pure hunger for that hot little stud’s hole. The hostess—Dalton’s Mom—took us through the crowd, introducing us to people we didn’t care to remember. (We did, however, run into a few of Dalton’s football buddies, all of whom would look fucking fantastic buck-naked and spread-eagled, trussed up in our sling and forcibly impaled on anonymous poz cock.) Finally, our hostess waved to Dalton, who was chatting up some bitch by the pool. Must be Melissa, I thought to myself. I hope she’s enjoying that boy’s dick, because she might not be getting it much longer. I watched Dalton strut our way, his tight pecs leading the rest of his body in a cocky little bow-legged stride. Meanwhile, his wet swimsuit clung tightly to his cock, confirming the presence of a thick, fleshy piece of meat between those muscular legs. He gave both of us the once-over. And as he did, his expression changed: he didn’t grow visibly uncomfortable, but his face went oddly blank. “Dalton, these are our new neighbors. Meet Brian and Tom.” “Hey,” Dalton said noncommittally, holding out his hand for a quick shake. “Hey, buddy,” Brian replied. “Great party.” Dalton nodded vaguely. “Yeah, it's pretty cool.” An awkward pause. Then, turning to his Mom: “I need to grab another burger.” “K, hon,” she said with a pained smile. “There’s plenty of food, so eat all you want.” As Dalton walked away, quickly regaining his confident strut, she turned to us and shook her head. “Sorry about that. I swear he used to have manners.” “Oh, it’s fine,” I assured him. “Teenagers, you know?” I glanced back toward the barbecue, and caught Dalton looking our way again, his face still impossible to read. “He’s a little freaked out by us,” Brian said a few minutes later, leaning in close to me as we sat by the pool. “Definitely,” I replied. “Freaked out and fascinated. Poor little faggot.” * * * By that point, our dicks were straining against the fabric of our shorts. We needed release, and our first chance at Dalton wouldn’t come for another week at least. So when we were introduced to Charlene, a bottle-blond cougar who’d recently divorced and taken up with a much younger personal trainer named Jace, I saw the opportunity to let off some steam. Jace was clearly dumb as a post, but I didn’t mind—after all, that’s what muzzles are for. He was in his mid-20s, furry and scruffy, with a chiseled body that showed through his tight T-shirt. And from the moment I looked in his eyes, I had no doubt he was at least bisexual. After chatting him up for 10 minutes or so, I found what I was looking for: a pretext to get him back to our place. He said he was really into the Fast and Furious series, and I told him we’d just bought an imported box set that included tons of never-before-seen footage. Would he like to see it, maybe even borrow it? Of course he would. (Do we own any of the Fast and Furious movies? Of course we don't.) I winked at Brian as Jace and I slipped away from the party. Leading Charlene’s trophy-jock across the yard, I showed him through our front door and closed it firmly behind us. Then he and I stood in the entryway, staring at each other for a good minute or two. No mention of Fast and the Furious. We just stared. My cock twitched in anticipation, then twitched again. Finally, I glanced down at my crotch, gave my dick one more giant twitch, then looked back at Jace. With no change of expression, he simply dropped to his knees, pulled down my zipper, and fished out my rock-hard cock. It glistened with a layer of fresh precum. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed me, sucking greedily and noisily—an experienced cocksucker for sure. I reached down to the small of his back and snapped the waistband of his shorts. He took my cue: with both hands, he gave his shorts a firm downward yank, exposing the muscled curve of his ass. My dick responded by drooling a long, thick rope of toxic cum into his mouth. “I need to fuck you,” I growled. He paused to consider. “You clean, dude?” My favorite dumbass question. “Of course,” I said with a smirk. “OK, cool—but you still gotta wear a rubber.” “No problem.” I grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him to his feet as I pointed toward the bedroom. “Now go get naked and wait for me on the edge of the bed.” Without even nodding, he did as he was told. Meanwhile, I grabbed the Tina-laced lube and followed him, shedding my clothes as I went. Entering the bedroom, I found Jace wearing nothing but a backwards ballcap, on all fours, his back perfectly arched to expose a clean-shaven, wide-open hole. I was a little disappointed that such a hot, furry boy would shave his ass, but then I remembered that a lot of closeted “straight” boys do that—they don’t seem to realize that pigs like me often appreciate a man’s hairy butt, especially when it’s dripping with piss and sweat and seed. “Look at you and your little shaved pussy,” I said to him, and he whimpered in reply. “You shave this because you hope some stud will mistaken you for just another bitch, huh?” Another whimper. “I bet you jack off thinking about a nice fat dick filling your cunt the way it needs to be filled. Don't you, boy?” He wagged his butt up and down, as if to say fuck yeah. “Of course you do, you fuckin’ faggot. Now listen, bitch: I’m gonna lube you up. But this lube is special—it’ll feel a little warm at first. It might even burn. That’s just how it works. Sort of like Icy Hot, you know? It’ll relax your ass muscles. Cool?” He nodded his head, his jockbutt still bobbing up and down eagerly. I scooped up a thick glob of our magic pig-lube with my right hand, spread his fuckhole apart with my left, and used two fingers to firmly push a healthy dose of greased-up chems into that eager, defenseless cunt. He tensed up, probably feeling the burn, but I just stayed inside him, rubbing his lower back with my free hand, slowly rotating my fingers to work the T into the lining of his hole. After a bit more squirming, he gradually exhaled in a low, guttural moan, and I felt a radiant warmth pass across the skin on my knuckles. He pushed his ass back against my fingers, taking me deeper. I grinned triumphantly: mine. As I removed my fingers, he yelped in frustration. I laughed. “Don’t worry, boy—I’m just putting a little more grease for your hole.” I scooped up an even bigger glob, this time with three fingers, then pushed all three into him, massaging his quivering fuckhole as he made a sound that was almost like purring. Then I pulled out again, and he reached back to spread his cunt wide open. “Patience, fag, patience. My fingers can’t get far enough inside you. If this lube’s gonna do your hole any good, it needs to penetrate further. That way you’ll be totally ready for my cock.” I reached into a side drawer and pulled out a needleless syringe that I’d prepared a few hours earlier by dissolving a strong bump of T in a little bit of water. (I always try to have at least one fully prepared booty bump on hand, just in case.) “You want to get lubed up nice and deep, bitch? Want to get your hole all good and ready for my dick?” He answered with a wordless groan. “Good answer, pig.” I inserted the plastic syringe as far as it would go, then pushed the plunger to deliver a giant payload into his guts. He arched his back even more as I pressed gently on his tailbone, letting gravity do the work of priming his hole for pozzing. As the drugs seized control of his brain, his butthole started quivering. I rubbed the length of my dick along that hungry musclebutt; he responded by burrowing his head deeper into the sheets and spreading his legs a little more. “Oh, and one more thing, pig,” I said to him, pressing my mushroom head against his taint, “I don’t use rubbers. Ever. And if you insist on a condom, you’re not getting my dick. Understood?” He reached back and spread his hole a little wider. “You just spread your hole for me. Does that mean you want me to bareback your hungry hole?” No answer. “Tell me, pig,” I said, grabbing a rough handful of his hair and pulling his head back. “Do you want my raw cock?” “Fuck dude, whatever,” he said, his voice shaking now. “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please shove your dick in me.” “Not sure I heard that, pig. Say it again.” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please give me your dick. I need your fuckin’ cock, bro.” “You want my raw cock to slide in you, pound you bareback, and fill you up with a load of my seed?” “I’ll do whatever you want, fucker. Just please, please give me your dick. I can’t believe how fuckin’ hungry I am. Please feed me, dude.” “Feed you what?” “Cock, cum, anything. Seriously, bro. I’m begging you.” I grinned. “Good boy. Now brace yourself.” He exhaled—a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, I held his ass in place with my left hand. With my right, I slid the head of my cock inside his smooth fuckhole, just holding it there for about 10 seconds as I lubed his butt with some of my toxic precum. At last, with no further warning, I pushed the entire length of my raw dick into him. He let out another deep sigh as his starving cunt spasmed against the skin of my shaft. “You like this raw cock inside you, boy?” “Fuck, dude. Please pound my hole.” “You got any plans tonight?” “Yeah. Just with my girl.” “I want you to cancel. Got it? Cancel your plans.” “Whatever you want, bro. Please just fuck me.” “I’ll fuck you—don’t worry. But first you need to do what I say.” “Absolutely. Whatever you say.” “Alright, boy—then here’s what we’re doing. We’re getting dressed. We’re going back to the party. We’re saying our goodbyes. You’re cancelling your plans. And then you’re coming back here to get pounded by raw dick all night long. Are we clear, faggot?” “Fuckin’ A. Yes, dude.” “Don’t you worry, boy—your patience will be rewarded. I promise you that.” As we talked, my cock kept twitching deep inside him—and with each twitch, his wide-open hole absorbed another little dose of my virus. He would need as much viral lube as he could get, because in a few hours he’d be at the mercy of Tristan, our merciless dealer. Tristan was full of surprises, but one thing was certain: by the time he got his dick in this boy’s slammed-up hole, Charlene would definitely need to find a new personal trainer to fuck. MORE SOON...

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.

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

9. Greg I woke up with sunlight streaming into an unfamiliar room. It landed on my face, briefly disorienting me. It took me a moment to remember where I was: I was at my Uncle Nathan's home, and had just awoken in his bed. A warm body was pressed against my back and a heavy, muscular arm was wrapped around me, holding me close and safe. As the sleep fell from my mind, I remembered what had happened the previous night. My HIV-positive uncle had fucked me bareback. Not just Nathan, but his husband as well. Both of them had fucked me raw: my Uncle Nathan, and his husband, my Uncle Jason. They had filled my young ass with their virus-laden sperm. Then, I had fallen asleep between the two. This morning my ass was still filled with their deadly cum. Lazily, I rolled over, to see which man was still in bed with me. It was Jason. I must have awaken him, because as I faced him, he stretched, yawned, and smiled at me. "Good morning, Greg," he said. "Did you sleep well?" "Yeah, I did. Very well," I answered. He reached down and ran a finger along my hard cock, then pressed his own deadly tool against my body. "Where's Uncle Nate?" I asked, realizing that we were alone in the bed. "He's probably off running," he said. He pushed his cock up between my legs and landed the head right against my hole. "You enjoy last night?" he asked. "I know I did." "Very much," I said. Before I could say anything else, he stuck his tongue in my mouth. We kissed. I must have had horrible morning breath, but his was just as bad, so they cancelled out. I wrapped my arm around him, reaching down to his firm butt and pulling him closer to me. "I want you inside of me again," I said, as we broke off the kiss. "I want you to infect me." The effects of the weed we had smoked the previous night were still lingering and I was being more forward than I might have otherwise been, but I didn't care, nor did I think it mattered much. Jason had fucked me twice the previous day., each time filling my hole with his deadly jizz. Nathan's and Jason's rule was that it took three loads for a pozzing to count. "I want you to be my poz dad," I said. I still needed one more load from my Uncle Jason, and I was determined to get it before we got out of bed. Jaosn spent a lot of time at the gym, but it wasn't just for show. He knew how to use the muscles he had developed. He easily flipped me onto my stomach and spread my legs wide. "You're going to get it boy," he said, as he got on top of me. "Gonna slam my deathstick deep in your hole and breed you." His cockhead was right against my hole, ready to penetrate. His cock was raw. Like every time I had been fucked that week, there was no condom to protect me. The safety was off. He hadn't bothered with any lube. I hoped there was still enough cum and lube from the previous night to make his penetration easier for the both of us. But my need for his seed overpowered any worries of soreness or pain, or even a desire to pause long enough for lube. My ass was pressing back against him, almost forcing him to enter me. Enter me he did. It wasn't slow and it wasn't gentle. It was the forceful, direct thrust of a man who needed my raw hole just as badly as I needed his unprotected cock. "Fuck yeah, Greg," he said. "I'm inside you. Raw." "I know," I said. It wasn't painful. Right now, I needed this fuck so badly I could overlook so many things. "I need your seed, Jason." It was what I had only dared to fantasize for the past few months; both of these men fucking me and sharing their loads with me. "I'm fucking you raw, Greg. Fucking my nephew. Breeding my husband's godson. Fucking my poz cum into your negative hole," he whispered into my ear, as he pounded his cock into my hole. "Please, Jason, give it to me. Make me your poz son. Make me your very own." Jason wrapped an arm around my neck, holding me tight as he fucked my hole harder. He was holding me just tight enough that it was hard for me to breath, and I was gasping for air. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard," I managed to whisper. "I'm going to fucking knock you up, boy. Going to breed you good and infect you. You're going to be just another link on my chain of death." He was pounding my hole hard now. His weight was holding me down. He made sure he could get in deep. "Fucking shoot my virus deep in you." With his free hand, he grabbed a bottle of poppers off the bed stand, and held it under my nose. I inhaled deeply. This was an intense fuck, hard, deep and forceful, but I was loving every second of it. Jason was pushing himself hard, and only the cum that remained from last night was lubricating our athletic pounding. Right now, the poppers were a nice addition to our fuck, but I knew very soon, they would be essential for me to be able to withstand his assault. "Breed me Jason. Shoot it in deep. You know I want it. I want your AIDS." The poppers hit right as I uttered the last phrase, and I nearly yelled it. Beneath me, my cock was rock-hard, grinding into the bed. I was so turned on, I knew I was dripping precum onto the sheets. Jason took the poppers from me and held it under his nose. He did a long hit, then quickly put the cap on, and continued to pound my hole. "Fucking. Take. My. Virus," he said. He was pulling his cock almost all the way out of my hole, then slamming it back in. Each millimeter of his cock was getting in on the action, opening up my hole, penetrating me, and rubbing in the previous night's cum into me. As the poppers hit him, his thrusts got faster, and almost inconceivably hard. I had turned into merely a hole for his cock, a pure and innocent vessel he was going to defile with his dirty, deadly cum. "I'm going to breed you my boy," he said. "That what you want? You want my gift? You want my HIV? You want the same virus your Uncle gave me?" "Please, give it to me. Infect me. I want it. And I want it from you, Jason. From you, Uncle Jason." That set him off. Deep inside of me, his cock swelled and spurted. He was injecting me with his cum, a thick mixture of seminal fluid, sperm, and most critically, millions of tiny viruses, the human immunodeficiency virus that would quickly infect me. We were engaged in the riskiest of risky sex, and there was nothing protecting me from the illness. My only reaction, my pitiful defense was only to spread my legs wider, not even trying to protect myself in any way. I wanted it that badly. "Let me have it." He was pounding his cock into me and filling me with his cum. I was glad I was on my stomach; I knew if I even touched my cock, I would explode. I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted to concentrate on Jason's orgasm, concentrate on making him feel good. He must have given me a good ten or fifteen thrusts, each one deep into my body and each one punctuated with a spurt of toxic cream into my defenseless hole. Finally, his pace slacked a bit and he released his iron grip around my throat. I tried to catch my breath even as his cock stayed as hard as ever. He kept it buried in my ass, where it felt like it had always belonged. We were both gasping for air, exhausted by the sex. "Oh fuck," he said. "That was amazing. Are you ok?" he asked, now gently stroking my hair. It was a surprising and seamless transition from the rough, animal fuck to the tender loving touch. "Are you good?" he whispered again, a different man from the one who had just raped his seed into my barely willing body. But he was still all Jason, a perfect example of the power and the tenderness of two males having sex. I wanted this to be how I always made love with another man: rough and angry, tender and deep. "I'm fucking amazing, Uncle Jason," I said. I twisted my head back and our lips met. I felt so close to him at that moment and I didn't want it to end. My bond with my Uncle Nathan was one of blood. Now I had a bond with my Uncle Jason; it was a bond of cum. As we kissed, a bit of sweat dripped from his face into my mouth. I didn't mind. I didn't care. I wanted any part of this man that he would give me. Sweat seemed almost pure compared to the dirty seed he had just forced into me. "That was so fucking hot," a familiar voice said. We both looked up at the same time, and saw Nathan standing in the door. He was wearing a just a short pair of running shorts, his hairy chest drenched with sweat. He was lowering one of his many cameras, and I knew he had been documenting what had just happened. We had been so involved we hadn't heard him. "I think it's my turn now," he said, as he pushed down his shorts and let his hard cock spring free. "How long have you been there?" Jason asked. I was wondering the same thing. I wondered if I had said anything I didn't want Nathan to hear. I couldn't remember anything untoward: he already knew the depth of my needs, and if he was bothered by Jason fucking me, he hadn't made it clear. "Got in right about the time you flipped Greg onto his stomach," he said. He stepped out of his shorts, and put the camera on the dresser. He strode to the bed where Jason was still lying on top of me with his cock still buried inside me. "I wanted to watch the two of you. And it was incredible." "Wanna feel my cum up his hole?" Jason asked. He rolled off of me, slowly pulling his cock out of my ass. I felt how wet I was, and was thankful for how easy it would be for Uncle Nate to slide in. "Do you have to ask?" Nathan said. "You good, boy?" "Just need your poz cock up my ass," I said. "And maybe just a bit more lube." "I can do both," he said. Jason tossed me the bottle of poppers, and handed the lube to Nathan. Nathan knelt between my legs, pouring a bit of the cold liquid on my hole. I shivered from the sudden chill and from the anticipation of having his raw cock in me once more. "Do a hit," he said while his cockhead was lined up with my ass. As instructed, I opened the brown bottle and inhaled deeply. As I waited for the poppers to hit, I tried to remember how many times this handsome man had fucked me over the past week and how many loads I had taken from him. I counted up to five loads before the poppers hit me, and counting, much less more complex thoughts became impossible. "Please," I moaned, only thinking about another deadly load getting injected from my uncle's raw cock. Uncle Nate needed no more prompting from me, and started to slide his cock into me. It was a bit sore from the week's exploits, but it felt good. Very good. It felt surprisingly natural, like I had always been getting fucked up the ass. He took his time, carefully working his shaft into me and letting me get used to his length and thickness. "Going slow, my boy," he said, "I want to work my husband's load into your hole. Work it deep into your body" I realized his short strokes in and out, getting ever deeper wasn't just for me to get used to him, but for him to make sure every load I got had an equal chance to to implant itself in my body. "Fucking hot, boo" Jason said. He was still lying beside me and he had an arm around me. He held me down as his man fucked my hole. "Seed our boy again," he continued as he leaned in to kiss me. "You want it, don't you?" he asked me, almost whispering the dangerous thought into my ear. Between Jason's hot body next to me, Nathan's hard cock inside of me, and the last lingering effects of the poppers, all I could think about was how good I felt. "Please," I said, not sure if it was a response to Jason's question, or a plea to Nathan to knock me up with his seed. Underneath me, my cock was a solid column of hard flesh and I was dripping copious amounts of pre-cum onto the bed. "Fuck, he needs it," Jason said. "You're gonna breed him good?" he asked Nathan. "Fuck up our boy properly?" Nathan adjusted his position, now lying on top of me, just like Jason had been. "Of course, my love. Feels so amazing to be fucking in your spooge and to feel your poz cum surrounding my cock." Jason leaned in to kiss him. As the two made out, I took another hit from the poppers. "You want my load?" Nathan asked. "Yeah," I said, handing the poppers to Nathan. "You're gonna cum this soon?" "This morning, yeah. I've been thinking about your hole since I woke up. And fucking with Jason's sloppy seed isn't helping." He did a long hit from the poppers, then handed the bottle back to me. By the time I had gotten the top on, he was pounding my hole hard. "I'm gonna breed you, hot boy. You going to take my poz load?" "Of course. Give me your deadly load, Uncle Nate. Breed me good and fuck me hard." I squeezed my ass around his cock, ready to milk out a load from him. Deep inside me, his hard cock was finding all of the familiar, pleasurable spots again. Even over the few short days we had been together, my ass had started to conform to his cock, and he was able to slide in and out easily. Of course, the lube and Jason's cum didn't hurt his efforts. Although Nate said he was going to cum quickly, he didn't cum immediately. Even though as I was focused on getting every toxic load I could from my uncles, I was loving the feeling of getting fucked, of being filled up by a man's hard cock. I didn't mind the prolonged ass pounding at all. Besides, I knew each stroke of Nathan's dick worked more of Jason's load into my tender hole and my receptive young body. Jason was still lying next to me with his hand wrapped around us two, and he was whispering into Nathan's ear. Despite being right next to them, I could only hear snatches of what he was saying. "Breed him." "Feel my cum up there." "Make him your new poz boy." Whatever he was saying, it was working. After a few short minutes of pounding, I heard the signal change in Nathan's breathing that I now knew meant he was getting close. "Gonna breed you, my boy. Gonna fucking infect you," Nathan grunted. His cock swelled in my hole, and he gave a hard shove, pushing it deep into my body. I felt his first spurt and coupled with a guttural moan from him, my hole was suddenly wetter than it had been a few moments before. "Please, Uncle, breed your boy. Fuck it in deep." There were several more forceful thrusts into my hole, each one punctuated with another moan from Nathan. Jason watched both of us closely. "Yeah, Greg, take my man's poz load up your raw ass. Let us infect you, make you our hot poz boy," he said, encouraging both of us. Nathan responded with a few more spurts of cum into me but then his orgasm waned. Even though he had been on top of me, I felt him relax as it ended, letting more of his weight rest on me. Nathan had already been sweaty from his run, and our morning ass pounding only made him sweatier. It was dripping off of him and onto my body. I was still horny and I wanted every part of my Uncle Nate so badly. Now, it wasn't enough just to have his cock inside of me and to have his cum inside of me. I had a sudden urge to lick his body clean, to taste his man-sweat, to have it also become a part of me. I wanted any fluid of his I could get; I wanted it in my body. But, our positions made that option hard, so I had to settle for turning my head back towards him, and giving him a long kiss. "Needed that fuck, huh?" Jason asked. "You have no idea," I said. "Actually, I do," Jason said. "It was the same way for me. There's something about Nathan that makes the desire, the need even more all-consuming." He smiled. "His cum is like a drug. Maybe a poison." I could only nod in complete agreement; Nathan had forced his tongue back into my mouth. Jason joined us and our three tongues were intertwined. It felt good; I was enjoying the deep intimacy we had been able to develop. I could almost forget about my own throbbing cock beneath me. Finally, Nathan broke it off, and pulled his cock out of my ass. He rolled off of me, landing on the other side of me from Jason. "What do you guys want to do today?" he asked. "We could probably go somewhere, see some sights, if you wanted, Greg." "Or, we could just have a leisurely day, get some brunch and hang out by the pool," Jason countered. "And work on not getting tan lines." I had already decided that I wanted to stay at the house. Nor had I been planning on wearing anything by the pool; I was glad Jason agreed with me. "I like Jason's plan better," I said. The start of school was going to be busy, and one last day of relaxation was a very appealing option. Not to mention, I'd get another few loads from my hunky uncles this afternoon and maybe, finally, get a chance to get off myself. "Works for me," Nathan said. "But we need to shower before getting brunch." Jason jumped off the bed, and headed into the bathroom. He turned on the water in the shower. But before I could get up, Nathan grabbed me and pulled me close. He kissed me; his goatee rubbing against my smooth face. "I'm glad you're here," he said. "I'm glad you and Jason are getting along. And I'm really glad you're letting him be a poz dad for you. It means a lot to me. And, I know, to him." "It's been a pleasure," I said. "Really, more of a fantasy come true." It was true. I had been dreaming about this for months. Although not a single one of my detailed jerk-off fantasies had actually come true, the entire week ended up being better than all of the fantasies put together. "I just hope it takes," I said. "Well, we'll continue to work on you and that sweet sore hole of yours until it does. Now, let's get clean. At least our bodies." He helped me to my feet, whistling at my erection. "And we'll need to help you out with that monster dick of yours today, no doubt." He swatted at it playfully, and it bobbed in the warm air. "We know how to grow them, huh?" In the bathroom, Jason had gotten out towels for us and was doing a final adjustment on the water temperature. "In you go," Jason said, motioning for me to step into the large shower. It was more than big enough for the three of us so Jason and Nathan followed me into the shower. We all stood under the warm water, washing away the accumulated sweat, lube, grime, and pre-cum matted in our hair. Jason grabbed a bar of soap, and started to lather me up. Nathan did his best to get in our way, and managed to get a good bit of his body lathered up into the process. I took the soap and returned the favor for Jason, as Nathan continued to play around, finally getting completely covered in soap as well. With the three of us were covered in the slippery lather and our hands sliding over each other's bodies, we spent several pleasurable minutes stroking various body parts. Even after my Uncles' intense morning fucks, with all the attention, their cocks both got just as hard as mine. "Again?" I asked. "So soon?" "Definitely at least one today," Jason said. "But I need to build up a big load for you first." He stood under the water and washed off the soap. Nathan grabbed me from behind, his cock sliding into my ass crack. "You'll get another one from me as well. But you're going to have to learn patience and wait a bit." He nibbled on my ear a bit, as one hand slid down my smooth body and he found my erect cock. "And if you are good, the two of us will take care of this monster sneaky snake as well." We joined Jason under the water, and rinsed off. I was the first out of the shower, drying off, then headed back into the bedroom, where I tried to find some clothes. Jason and Nathan stayed in the bathroom, and I could hear them talking but they were quiet enough that I couldn't make out the words. Shortly they emerged, holding hands and smiling like horny teenagers. "We did another coin toss. Your ass won," Jason said. "Or lost, depending on your point of view. It's going down. This afternoon. By the pool. Be ready." "Works for me," I said. I was still naked, wandering around the bedroom and trying to remember where I had scattered my clothes over the course of the past day. It seemed like each piece had come off multiple times between the patio, the hot tub, and the bedroom. My uncles had gathering up the clothes they had also spread across the room and tossed them into a pile in the corner. Both of their cocks were still semi-hard, bouncing as they walked around the room. "Do you guys ever get soft?" I asked. "Not around you," Jason said. Nathan nodded in agreement, as he struggled to fit himself into a tight pair of underwear. He filled them out nicely, and it was hard for me to resist the temptation to kneel down and worship the handsome older man. "Now get dressed, boy. I'm hungry," Jason continued. Behind Jason, Nathan rolled his eyes at his husband. "You better do it. A hungry Jason is a cranky Jason." Jason had found some underwear and pulled it on. As he bent down to pick some other piece of clothing up, I saw that there was a cut-out for his ass, leaving him exposed and beautifully vulnerable. It was my first good view of Jason's butt. I suddenly realized how beautiful a man's ass could be, and in particular how amazing Jason's was. Firm and muscular, his two cheeks begged to be spread apart and violated. I wanted nothing more than to kneel down, and stick my face in there. I needed to lick his hole, tell him how amazing it was, and then force my cock deep into him. "You staring at my ass, boy?" Jason said, noticing my possessing gaze. "Uh," I stammered. But then I realized Nathan had fucked him uncountable times, and he had spent the last day or so fucking me. This wasn't a high-school gym, and there was no reason to deny the obvious. "Yeah. Yeah, I was." He had stood up now and was stepping into a pair of shorts. "Don't worry. You'll get to fuck it one of these days. We just have more pressing matters to deal with first." "Like?" Nathan asked, giving Jason a hard slap on the butt. "Well, first food. And hopefully a Bloody Mary. Then we've got to get our little nephew knocked up." He pulled on a t-shirt. Nathan also finished dressing as well. I had managed to get some clothes on, but was still looking for my shirt. "Here," Jason said. "Take one of mine." He tossed me a t-shirt. "Or one of mine," Nathan said, pointedly correcting Jason. "Sorry, One of ours," Jason said, correcting himself. "Where to?" he asked. "State Street Grill?" Nathan said. "Close. Good. Sounds perfect." The three of us left the bedroom, put on our shoes, and headed out the door. "It's a ten minute walk," Jason said. "Or a two minute drive, a ten minute hunt for parking, and then a five minute walk." "I'm fine with walking. I've spent too much time sitting in a car this week." I easily fell in between the two men as we walked down the street. They made no effort to hide the attraction between us, occasionally one or the other would run a hand down my back, or pat my ass. I felt open and comfortable with them. I realized how much I had been craving this easy intimacy with other men; the experiences in high school had been furtive and rushed and I never got ot speak about it afterwards. As we walked we talked about the logistics for tomorrow. It was going to be busy on campus, and we needed to figure out how to manage getting Nathan back home. After spending several minutes talking past each other, we finally realized that Jason would be getting off work right about when Nathan and I figured we'd be done, and it would be an easy detour for him to pick up Nathan. "I think we really need some food," I said, as we realized how simple it would actually be. "No kidding," Nathan said. "And we're here." He opened the door for us, and we walked in. We quickly got a table, sat down and started to look over the menu. "Hi, I'm Sean, and I'll be your..." I looked up and saw a hot young man. "Oh. It's you," he continued. "And who's the new one?" he asked, smiling at me. I tried not to stare, but he was very good looking and looked almost familiar. "Hands off, Sean," Nathan said. "He's my nephew, Greg." "He seems old enough to make his own decisions," Sean said. "And I haven't even touched him. Yet. But first, some drinks?" "Fuck yes," Jason said. "Bloody Mary. Coffee." "Same for me," Nathan said. "And you?" Sean asked. "A virgin Mary? But I can think of other ways for you to find salvation." He winked at me. "I'll take that," I said. "I'll get those in for you," he said, as he walked away." "You know him, it seems like?" I asked. "Yeah," Nathan said. "Not quite an ex of mine. We hung out a lot after Alan, fucked a lot. But it never really worked out for us. Anyway, he has a serious boyfriend now. Not that that stops him much," Nathan explained. "But we're still really close with him and his boyfriend, Vic. Both of them are still over frequently as well." Jason continued. He turned closer to me. "And he helped out when I was chasing," he said, almost whispering in my ear. "Chasing?" "You know, looking to get pozzed up." I was silent. I hadn't really thought much about how Jason had gotten infected. He had told me it had involved Uncle Nate, but somehow, I had always thought it had been an accident. It had not crossed my mind that it had been intentional. "You wanted it?" "Well. I wanted Nathan." Under the table he reached across me and grabbed Nathan's leg. "Badly enough that I didn't care about HIV. And he wouldn't let me fuck him until I was also HIV+. So, your uncle did most of the hard work, but a few other guys got to help out. Sean was one of them." "Do you regret it?" I asked Jason. "Never. It is a very small price to pay for the most amazing man ever. And the feeling of power when I'm in a neg hole..." he trailed off, a big smile on his face. "Guys," Nathan interjected, "Let's talk about this somewhere else." I looked around, and realized that although the restaurant wasn't very busy, it wasn't deserted. "Remember to tell Jason your reasons for getting it though. I think he'll appreciate it." "I think I need a real drink first, before I can do that," I said. Almost as soon as I said it, Sean re-appeared, carrying a tray of drinks. He set down some water, then put three bloody marys in front of each of us. "Here you go, boys. Enjoy," he said. He winked at me, and I wondered just how virginal my drink was. "You need a bit more time with the menu?" he asked, again not letting his eyes off of me. "Yeah, I do," I said. "Well, if I can help you in any way, let me know." His emphasis on "any way" made it clear what he wanted. I took the opportunity to look him over a little better. I estimated he was in his late twenties, maybe a little shorter than my 5'8" height and very skinny, with straight brownish-blond hair and blue eyes. He was smooth shaven and it seemed like he would have trouble growing a beard anyway. I wondered what he had hidden under the waiter's uniform. "Something caught your eye?" Nathan asked, as he walked away. "Yeah. He's cute," I said. I was a little embarrassed to be put on the spot like that; like I was back in middle school having to tell my parents which girls at school I liked. "Plus he's got a big cock, especially for such a skinny boy," Jason said. "And a great ass. You should ask if he wants to come over this afternoon. He might let you fuck him." "Serious?" I asked. It was a very different world than I had experienced in high school, one where sex was this easy and informal. "Absolutely," Nathan said. "And do you know what you want? To eat," he quickly added, then corrected himself once more, "For brunch." "I'm getting an omlette," I said. Nathan flagged Sean down, and the stud took our order. I could have been imagining it, but he was still staring at me more than was necessary. As he walked away, I took a sip of the bloody mary. As I expected, there was the taste of alcohol. "Stronger than you expected?" Nathan asked, smiling. "Yeah," I said sheepishly. I excused myself to wash my hands. I found the restroom towards the back of the restaurant. When I walked in, Sean was standing at the lone urinal, pissing. When he finished, he turned around and looked me over, his cock still hanging out. Jason wasn't wrong; for a short, skinny guy, his cock seemed absolutely massive. "You like?" he asked, noticing me staring. "Uh...yeah," I said. I guessed hard, it would be at least as big as Nathan's shaft. In fact, it was probably even bigger. "Um," I stammered. I leapt, unsure of what the answer would be. "You want to come over later?" "Nathan's?" "Yeah," I said. "We were going to hang out by the pool." He cut to the chase. "Can I fuck you?" He was still smiling and his cock starting to get hard at the thought. "Yeah, of course you can." "Just so you know, I'm poz. And I only fuck raw." I smiled. "Perfect. That's very cool. Nathan's been fucking me bareback for the past week." "That fucking bastard! He always gets the hot guys first." He smiled, shook his cock, and then literally stuffed it back into his tight black pants. "I'm off at 2:00. And if you're packing anything like what Nathan has, you better plan on fucking me as well." He washed his hands carefully, and headed back I washed my hands, then returned to our table. "And? We saw Sean come out of the restroom a little after you went in," Jason asked me, as I sat down. "Yeah," I said. "He's probably coming over after he's done working here. If that's alright?" "Of course," Nathan said. "It'll be nice to see him. And, you fucking him? Or he fucking you? Or both?" "Hopefully both, but we'll see, I guess," I said. Our food came out right then. Unfortunately, another server carried it out. We dug in, and the first few minutes were quiet while we ate. Only as we finished did we start to talk again. It was idle chit-chat for the most part; I was more cognizant that we were in public. I needed to be more careful about what I said, not so much about sex, but about the our family and especially about my chasing the bug. "Everything good?" Sean asked, as be dropped off the bill. "Very good as always," Nathan said. "And Greg says we're going to see you shortly?" "Oh fuck yeah," Sean said. "I'm off here at 2:00." Nathan handed Sean a credit card, and he took it away. "Thanks for brunch, Uncle Nate," I said. I looked at my watch. It was already a quarter to one. The day was quickly flying by. I wished I had more time to spend with Nathan and Jason, not to mention Sean as well, before I had to go to school. In a week, I'd have homework to do and books to study. Soon, the past week would be just a distant, pleasant memory. Although, with luck, I would have a permanent souvenir of the week coursing through my blood stream. It would have taken over my body by then. But it was the companionship and closeness with these men I was going to miss the most. "My pleasure, boy," Nathan replied. "Any last minute shopping you need to do?" he asked, as he signed the credit card slip. "I think there may be a tiny bit of space left in the car." "Nah. I'm good, I think." We got up and walked back to Nathan's place. "Joint?" I asked, as we walked by the SUV. "I'll pass," Jason said. "Drug tests, you know." "I'll take one," Nathan said. I grabbed the bag of weed and some rolling papers, and followed the men into their house. "Something to drink?" Nathan asked as we paused in the living room. "I'll have a beer," Jason said. "Same?" he asked me as I rolled up a fat joint. "Sure," I replied and handed the joint and lighter to Nathan. He did a hit, handed it back to me, then disappeared into the kitchen. As I did my first toke of the day, Jason headed back to the bedroom. I was alone for a moment, enjoying the sweet smell of the weed, and marveling at how much this short week had changed me. I had packed and left my parent's home; I had driven across the US; and tomorrow I'd be moving into my college dorm room. But those were small changes compared to the other things that had happened to me. I had let two HIV positive men fuck me. More than that, I had seduced one of them and begged the other to fuck me. The two things I was looking forward to most right now was for the two men to bareback me several more times this afternoon. Second was over the weekend, getting to bareback some hot, unsuspecting frat boy. Almost simultaneously both Nate and Jason came back to the living room. Nate had three beers and a camera, and Jason had a stack of beach towels and some sunscreen. "Go out back?" Jason asked and Nathan nodded. The three of us walked out to the small pool in the back. Nathan started off by removing his shirt, kicking off his shoes, then finally dropping his shorts. He was standing there undressed and naked, his hairy chest glistening in the bright southern Californian sunshine. I turned to Jason. He was already down to his underwear, the sun catching his smooth skin and highlighting his tattoo. "Your turn," Jason said. I handed the joint to Nathan, and followed my uncles' lead; I quickly stripped off my clothes and felt the sun against my skin. "Sunscreen?" Nate asked. He took the bottle from Jason. He poured some on his hand, then proceeded to rub it all over Jason's back and shoulders. "You too," Jason said, as he motioned for me to stand in front of him. He started by rubbing the thick cream on my back, then worked his way down. He spent a lot time rubbing it into my ass, probably more than he needed to. He took a finger, slick with the oil, and let it sneak into my crack. Once inside, he gently probed my hole. But before I could react, he started on my shoulders and arms. "Turn around," he said. I did, and faced him. He poured more sunscreen on his hand, and covered my chest with it. He worked his way down, covering my stomach, then my aching cock. With the slippery lotion, he stroked my cock teasing it just enough to get me hard. "Need to make sure everything is covered," he said. "Now, it's your turn to turn around," Nathan said to Jason. Nathan covered Jason's body with the sunscreen. Nathan also covered Jason's cock with the cream. It took just a few quick strokes by Nathan for Jason to get as hard as me. "You get to do Nathan," Jason told me, as he handed me the bottle. I started on his back, then worked my way down to his ass. It was the first time I got to explore his ass closely; it was firm and muscular. I longed for the time when I would to be able to thrust my cock into it. Yesterday morning, when Nathan had last serviced me now seemed like a very long time ago. The last time I had fucked a guy was several weeks ago; some closeted frat guy home from college. I had met him online; his parents were away for the weekend. I had fucked him on the couch in his living room. He never asked about my status, nor did he make me wear a condom. "Not yet, boy," Nathan said, reading my mind and intuiting my desire to fuck him. "You know what it's going to take to get inside of Jason or me." He turned around, and I continued to spread the sunscreen over his chest, working my way down to his stomach, and then to his cock. I needed only a stroke or two before he too was erect like Jason and myself. It felt good to be outside, in the sun, surrounded by two hot, naked men and all three of us erect and aroused. Nathan grabbed the joint, and lit it. "Let's do this afternoon properly," he said, taking a few hits from it. "Right on," Jason said. As Nathan and I passed the joint back and forth, we all did some touch-up work on the sunscreen, then set up four lounge chairs by the pool. Between the two of us, we quickly took care of the joint. Just as the joint was nearly finished, Jason even took a quick hit from it. Nathan and Jason lay back on the chairs holding hands. I ran back into the house to get the rest of the weed and papers. The clock said it was already two o'clock, and I wondered if Sean was on his way here from the restaurant. As I walked back towards pool, Nathan called out, "Sean's on his way." My cock twitched; I wanted him to let me fuck him, as well as breed my hole. I quickly rolled two more joints for all of us to share before he arrived. My timing was perfect. Right as I finished rolling the second one, the gate opened, and Sean walked in. He had lost the long sleeve white shirt from the restaurant, and was now in a white tank top but with the same dark black pants. "Make yourself comfortable," Nathan said, as Sean dropped his bag by one of the chairs. "And properly undressed." "Thanks," he said. "I will." He kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his tank top. He was a a skinny guy, with just enough muscle to not be just skin and bones. In the bright sun, his pale complexion and sandy hair almost glowed. He undid his belt and pants, then let them slide down, exposing his tight, bright blue briefs. Even semi-soft and packed into his underwear, his cock seemed larger than it had been in the restaurant. It was almost comically outsized for his skinny frame. "You mind?" he asked, as he reached into a bag and pulled out a small black bag. "No," Nathan answered, "But do it inside, ok?" "Of course," Sean said as he stepped out of his pants. He took the bag, and disappeared into the house, his tight ass bouncing in his blue underwear. "What was that?" I asked, once the door had closed behind Sean. "Sean likes to slam," Nathan said. I must have had a puzzled look on my face, because he continued. "Sorry. Slamming is inject crystal meth." "Meth?" I asked. "Isn't that dangerous?" "It can be," Nathan said. "Especially if you get addicted easily." "Have you ever done it?" I asked. "Yeah. Both of us. And we still do, although very rarely." "Really?" I was shocked. I had only heard the official line repeated endlessly at school: all drugs were bad, and meth was the worst. I had never believed it. I had smoked pot all through high school, and so far, the worst that had happened was that I had gotten into my first choice college and had some amazing sex. "Yeah," he said. "It can be a very intense, sexual experience. But you want to be sure you know how it affects you. In a controlled setting." "But, Sean seems so normal. Not what I was expecting." I had only seen the media portrayals of toothless hillbillies doing meth. Not a hung, sexy young man. "He is," Jason interjected. "Now at least." "Yeah," Nathan said. "He and his boyfriend Vic were pretty bad a few years ago." "It was totally out of control. And we nearly got sucked in as well. But then they got cleaned up, and got a handle on it," Jason said. "Almost surprisingly under control, now," Nathan continued. "But that was a crazy time. Not all bad though." Sean was in the house less than five minutes; when he came out, he looked almost no different than before, other than a slightly dreamy look in his eyes. His underwear was now in his hands, along with his small black case, and his cock was now semi-erect, bobbing with his every step. "All good?" Jason asked. "Oh yeah," he said. "And are those joints on the table?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Help yourself." "Thanks," Sean said, "I think I will." He took one of the joints and lit it up, then did a long hit. His cock stiffened a bit more, now sticking out in front of him. "Like it?" he asked me. "Oh yeah," I said, as I took a joint and lit it. I did a few puffs, then handed it to Sean. He took a few long draws from it, and offered it to Nathan. "I'm good for now," Nathan said. "You two share it." Sean motioned for me to shotgun his hit; it didn't surprise me that it turned into a kiss. His tongue started to explore my mouth. He wrapped his free hand around my waist and pulled me in close as our cocks started to harden nearly simultaneously. He broke off the kiss and took another long hit from the joint but still kept his arm around me. Locked in his embrace, I took the opportunity to study his face. He still looked young, but I could see the start of a few faint lines around his blue eyes. His lips were red and moist, and I wanted him to finish his drag so I could kiss him again. As soon as he was done with his hit, he leaned in towards me again to kiss. I eagerly opened my mouth, but this time I forced my tongue into his mouth. His eyes widened at the unexpected intrusion and his cock twitched in pleasure. As we kissed, he slowly exhaled his hit into me. When both of us needed some air, I broke off our kiss. I let go of the last of the hit and he whispered into my ear. "So, you want to fuck me first? Or do I fuck you first?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jason staring at the two of us, slowly stroking his cock. "Come on boys, enough making out. We want to see some hard core raw fucking," he said. I reached down and grabbed Sean's dick. I could just barely wrap my hands around it. I wondered how I was ever going to get it into my hole, even as much as had it been worked out by my uncles. But I also wondered if I could stand another moment without him inside of me. "I want you inside me first," I said, loud enough for Jason to hear. "You know I'm poz, right? And I don't pull out, either?" Sean asked me. He whispered it, making sure my two uncles didn't hear him. "They're poz as well. And they didn't pull out either," I replied, indicating Nathan and Jason. "I know what I want. And you definitely have everything that I want," I continued. I squeezed Sean's hard cock, leaving it to him to decide what I wanted more: his virus, or his hard shaft. "I think you'll get everything you want and need," Sean said. He pushed me down, back into one of the lounge chairs and spread my legs. He dove in, and started by licking my balls then worked his way further down. His wet tongue found my hole, and he started to open up my hole carefully. As he rimmed me, Nathan and Jason gathered around me. Jason kneeled down by me, and started to make out, while Nathan grabbed one of his ever-present cameras, and started to take pictures of Sean working on my hole and Jason's tongue in my mouth. There had the various solo scenes during our trip out here, but this was the first time that I was in the middle of sex while Nathan took pictures. I had expected it would happen eventually, and I hardly cared when it was between men as hot as Jason and Sean. One part of me knew that if the photos got out, it could be embarrassing for me. But, my cock was thinking about all the guys who would jerk off, wishing they were me, as well as the ones who would dream of being Sean or Jason. "You mind?" Nathan asked me, although after he had spent a few minutes taking pictures, it seemed like too little, too late. "Not at all," I said. I started to play with my cock. I was so turned on by Sean's rimming, Jason's insistent kissing, and Nathan's obvious adoration of my body that I was already pretty hard. As soon as I touched it, it stiffened up all the way. Sean took a break from munching at my hole, and admired my erection. "Fuck, that's nice. You've gotta give it to me this afternoon," he said, before he took the head into his mouth, licking off the drops of pre-cum. I grabbed the back of his head, and slowly pulled him down onto my shaft. He was a natural cocksucker just like Nathan. There was only the slightest pause in his trajectory as my shaft entered his throat. I thought I was going to explode right there. Seemingly there had been long years since the last time I had gotten off. "Don't cum yet," Jason whispered into my ear. "Enjoy it, let that load grow deep in your balls." I focused not on the wet mouth on my cock teasing me towards orgasm, but on Jason's soft tongue on my skin and his warm breath in my ear. "That's what I do. Let the load build up and let the virus seep into my semen." His head was pressing against mine in a rhythmic motion. I tried to turn to see what Jason was doing, but his muscular torso blocked any view. "I'm jerking off," he said softly. "Getting another load ready for your gut." "Please," I said, teasing his ear with my tongue. "I want you to infect me. I want you to be my poz dad, just like Nathan." Sean had returned to my asshole, and his tongue was working over my hole. The weed had definitely hit me, and I felt relaxed and blissed out. All I cared about was being happy, and I already was having so much fun. I wanted to share the experience and make these amazing men around me happy as well. "I want you two so much," I managed to say, before Sean began another oral assault on my hole. "You'll want this," Nathan said, handing a bottle of lube to Sean. I didn't remember him bringing it out, but was thankful it had appeared. Sean stopped tonguing my hole, and straddled the chair. His cock was resting against my balls as he poured the lube on his shaft, then let some drip down my crack. He easily slid a finger into me, then worked in a second and finally, a third, opening me up enough to just maybe be able to take his fat rod. "Please," I moaned. I was squirming, my need for fresh, toxic seed driving all of my thoughts and actions. "I need you inside me." Sean pulled his fingers out of my hole, and placed his cock right up against my freshly lubricated and open hole. I tried my best to push myself down on Sean's thick head, but he had grabbed onto my legs and was holding me in place. "Eager boy, aren't you?" he said, smiling at me. "You'll get it, don't worry. I just want to go slow at first." I knew he was right; the past few days had been an intense introduction to bottoming. Today, I needed to go slow, especially for a cock with the length and girth of Sean's. "I'm going to enjoy this. A lot," he said, as he flexed his hips. His cock entered and his penetration and domination of my body had officially begun. I was immediately glad that Sean had decided to go slow. He was far thicker than either of my uncles and just his dickhead was stretching me open more than either Nathan or Jason had accomplished. Nathan was still standing over us, still taking pictures of the entire scene: Sean penetrating me, Jason kissing me, and me between them, masturbating. He must have noticed the expression on my face, because he disappeared behind me for a moment, then returned with a bottle of poppers. "One more thing you'll want for this fuck," he said, handing them to me. I grabbed them eagerly and took a long hit. As the poppers washed over me, I was able to relax more and let Sean open me up properly. Sean noticed me letting him in deeper and he moaned in pleasure. "So fucking good," he said. "I could get very used to this hole." "Well, he's going to be in the area for a few years," Nathan said. "I bet he'd be willing to work something out with you, especially if you're willing to give up your hole as well." "You want to fuck him?" Jason whispered into my ear. "See your raw cock slide into him, drip your pre-cum up there, then shoot a hot load?" I could only nod in response. I had been dying to fuck Nathan for as long as I could remember. I had fantasized about Jason since I first saw him naked several years ago; he had run from the bathroom to the guest bedroom and I had gotten a peek at his naked body. I was now so horny, I'd fuck almost anyone or anything with a pulse and a hole. The hot, short, skinny little guy currently plowing my ass was more than acceptable. "You think he can take all of your big cock?" I hoped that he could take me; Sean had gotten his entire shaft into me and was starting to slowly pump my hole. If a novice like me could take his massive tool, an expert fucker like him would be able to take my cock with ease. "Fuck, that's a damn big tool you have there," Sean said. "I guess it runs in the family." He reached down to stroke me in synchrony with his own deep thrusts into my body. "Don't worry. I can take everything you have to give me. But first, you're going to have to take what I've got to give you." "Please, Sean, give me your seed," I begged him. "Fuck, I need more of that sweet pozcum." After four days of getting bred, of getting my ass filled with virus-laden sperm, of now having three different, HIV-positive men breed me, I was more than getting used to it. However, each individual fuck was only a small, small step on the much longer journey I had started. Even finally getting a positive result on an HIV test would only be the first stopping point on the journey that would take the rest of my life. After that brief stop, I wanted to continue my explorations and find another willing man, and infect him. I wanted to see him just as eager to get my seed as I was to get Nathan's, Jason's, and now Sean's precious ball juice. "Any time you want it boy, I'll breed this hot cumhole," Sean said. Despite the edginess of our conversations, the not-so-subtle references to virus, to disease, to being driven by our need for seed, there was never a sense of humiliation in the conversation. I had slowly realized how fluid the roles in this world really were: Nathan fucked Jason first. But he needed Jason's cock inside him just as badly. Right now, my primary goal was to get fucked. I needed these deadly men to seed my tender hole with their life-changing fluids. But as soon as that change had occurred, my priorities would change as well. I would be a champion sperm donor, not a prize-winning jizz receptacle. I'd be the one with the power of love and hate, health and sickness, and life and death itself. Even while I was still uninfected, these thoughts were making my cock hard, and my ass tingle. I wanted Sean's charged load inside me, so I could take the next short step on my journey. "Please, Sean, blow your load in me. Add it to all of Uncle Nathan's loads, and all of Uncle Jason's loads. Mix them all up into a single, potent brew for my butt." "You really sure you want this?" Jason asked. He was still kneeling next to me, kissing me and playing with my dark hair. Nathan was still taking pictures of the three of us as we concentrated on the the complex and often awkward dance of male on male on male fucking. No, better, to call it love making. Certainly, what had happened between Nathan and myself was love: the love of a father for his son, made totally real and physical. Jason was a mix: the love of a father, but also the love of a brother. Nathan would tell me what to do, but Jason would explain how I could achieve that goal. And Sean, well, he was maybe my kindred spirit. A little older, but I could easily see him becoming my guide to this new and wonderful world. He was seemingly fearless and ready for just about anything: sex, kink, drugs, bondage, play, porn, and groups. Sean's blue eyes had stayed locked on me, as I thought through all of the implications of what we might do together: the pains, the beautiful suffering, but also the pleasures. The doors that would get closed with my infection, but the many other doors that would suddenly be open for me. Many of those doors would lead to dark, scary and amazing places. "You ready? Ready for my demon-infested sperm, Greg?" He leaned in and kissed me, a gentle, deep kiss that contrasted with the hard pounding his cock was giving me. "Yes, Sean, I am. I've wanted it for a long time. And to get it from my Uncle Nathan, my Uncle Jason, and from their..." "Dealer and Marriage counselor?" Jason snorted. "That's more accurate than you might guess." "From all of you. From your partners. Your friends. This creates a new family for me. I want this virus from all of you. Done properly." "Fuck, boy," Sean said. "Keep that up, and you're going to get it a lot sooner than planned." He turned to Nathan. "You getting this down on film?" "Of course I'm getting it. This is what I had hoped for Greg. My boy, being able to say not just what he wants, but what he needs. Now, give him what he needs now. Your poz cum. Deep in his unprotected neg hole." Nathan ended the speech with the click of the camera shutter. Jason leaned in between myself and Sean, adding his tongue to our intertwining bodies. With the intense summer sun on our bodies, and our close proximity, all of us were starting to sweat, and the sex just made us breathe more heavily. The sweat and heat made hitting the poppers an even more visceral experience. "Now, fuck me hard, and shoot your load inside me," I finally said. I wasn't going to be able to withstand his fuck much longer, and I wanted Sean's strain in my hole, where it could do the most good. Or the most damage. It was hard to tell the difference as the poppers clouded my mind. I clenched my ass around Sean's thick rod, and begged him to shoot. "All in good time, Greg. I can't cum on command, like some guys." He glanced at Jason, then continued. "But just keep on telling me what you want, and you're going to get it plenty soon enough" I pulled him closer to me, and kissed him deeply before whispering into his ear. I told him how he made me feel like a total cum bucket, just a warm, wet, living repository for his sperm. Or for any man's sperm. I want him to be one of the few who knocked me up. He was leaning against me, using the leverage from my body to force his cock ever deeper into me. Jason was still next too us, pressing us together, the sweat and lube coating our bodies was getting sticky, holding us together. Nathan was still taking pictures; sometimes close-ups of the places where our bodies met and penetrated, other times of the grins of pleasure, and the grimaces of uncertainty about how we all would fit together. We were living in the moment, heedless of the weeks and months still to come. "Tell me you want it," Sean finally said. "And let me smell you pits." "I want your sperm. I want your infected sperm. I want to you knock me up, shoot it into my unprotected hole." As I was making my needs so very clear, I raised my arm, and Sean buried his nose in my sweaty and, no doubt, musky pit. "Like the best poppers ever," he said, pulling his face out of my armpits. He paused a moment, like he saw the wave of emotions, of pure masculine sexuality about to roll over him. Then he attacked my ass with renewed vigor, and within moments, his cock was steel. "Slow and drippy, but you're going to get all of it," he grunted, as the first stroke of his orgasm hit and he plunged into my body. Sean's cock pulsed, and its thick white payload was delivered where it needed to go. It went right where I wanted it to go. In that perfect moment I wanted it more than anything else. Several more loads of Sean's infected cocksnot made it into my hole, before he collapsed on top of me. "There's your first load for the afternoon," he said. We kissed. Of course, we were now connected more deeply than before. Now, we didn't need words to explain what we were thinking. "You need to let your uncles have their turn in that cummy hole." I turned and saw that both Nathan and Jason were beside me, their cocks hard and dripping. "But first, you need to show me what you're made of," he continued, "and fuck me hard, deep, and raw." "It's finally your time, boy" Nathan said, running his hand possessively along my chest and stomach. He paused right at the base of my cock, and grabbed my erect shaft. "Time for you to use what you got," he said. "Am I already?" I asked, hoping that what I had wanted so badly was now finally mine. I hated being this innocent young man, and I wanted to be dangerous, my cock a charged up pistol, ready to strike down the unsuspecting frat boys of school. Sean, even though he was already poz, was going to be the perfect test run of my new power. "Unfortunately, I don't think so, boy," Nathan said. "I'm sorry. Usually its easy to tell when it takes. You'll probably get sick. And you've been in great shape this week." "I don't care," Sean said. "I just want his cock in my hole, and his hot boy cum in my guts." His face had a combination of need and happiness; like he already knew I was going to fuck him and how good it was going to feel. He got up from kneeling between my legs, and moved forward just enough to straddle my cock. "Not quite so fast there, Sean," Jason said, grabbing his shoulder and pulling Sean off me. "I have a better idea." I was momentarily disappointed. I had been looking forward to this moment, and it was hard to have it taken from me so suddenly. "You," Jason said, indicating me, "get up." He continued, "And you," motioning to Sean, "Get on all fours on the chair." I got off the lounge chair right as Sean got on to it. His ass was sticking up and completely exposed, swaying slightly in the afternoon breeze. All I could think about was how good my cock would feel inside of him and how badly I wanted to breed Sean. "Now, it's your turn," Jason told me, handing me the bottle of lube. I poured it on my cock, then let a bit drip onto Sean's hole. "First time raw?" Nathan asked. "Not quite," I said. Most of the boys in high school had made me wear a condom. As I watched more bareback porn, especially the breeding porn, I realized how selfish they had been: denying me the pleasure that I knew bareback sex was. Finally, my senior year, I had started to bareback with a sophomore. It was everything I had imagined it would be, and, trite as it sounded, more. Every time I had to wear a rubber after that seemed like something less than sex. "He's a great place to start," Jason said. My uncles were flanking me, their arms around my shoulders, and their free hands playing with their hard cocks. I had one hand on Sean's hip, the other hand guiding my hard erection to his pink hole. "Just think. Just you and Sean. No rubber between your hard cock and his poz hole," Jason whispered into my ear. "Fuck him good. Make it last." When he said that, my cockhead was already poking up against Sean's hole. I couldn't contain my self any longer, and I pushed in. There was just the slightest hint of resistance from Sean's hole, but then he opened up and let me in. The warmth of his hole bloomed around my tool, engulfing it in a an all-to-rare world of pleasure. I knew, immediately, that this was what I would spend the rest of my life pursuing: a man's raw hole, given to me freely, willingly, and knowingly around my hard cock. "It's amazing, isn't it?" Nathan said, seeing the expression on my face. "Don't stop yet, man," Sean said. "I want all of you inside me." I slid my cock the rest of the way into the skinny man. It was hard to believe that there was enough space for my tool in his small frame, but he took every inch making only moans of pleasure. I couldn't hold back, and rather than letting him have a chance to get used to me, I immediately began pounding his hole. I wanted to feel every inch of Sean's hole and how good he could make my cock feel. "Slow down there, cowboy," Jason said. "We have some other plans for you now." As he spoke, Nathan moved behind me, and his hard cock slid into my crack. "Since you're already lubed up and ready," Jason continued, "It's time for you to get a few more loads up there." Nathan bent me over slightly, just enough to line up his cock with my hole. With a hand on my waist, he held me in place in order to make sure that my cock stayed inside of Sean. Jason poured lube on his husband's cock and then Nathan pushed it into me. I had already been well-lubricated and opened up by Sean's tool, and my hole now readily swallowed Nathan's cock. As Nathan started to pound my hole, all of us could hear the squishing noises he was making with the load Sean had already shot inside of me. "Fuck man," Nathan said. "You really filled our boy up with your cum." "Of course," Sean said. "No one asked me to pull out, least of all Greg." As I got used to Nathan's steady strokes into my hole, I started to find my own rhythm to fuck Sean without interrupting Nathan. I liked being in between these two hot men; my cock buried inside the warm, raw hole of a young poz man, and my masculine, infected uncle's cock was, in turn, buried deep inside of me. All I could think about was sex: ass, balls, erections, cum, penetration, and fluids. I wanted to feel my cock in every hole I could find and I wanted to feel every cock I could find in my hole. "Don't cum yet," Jason told me, tweaking one of my nipples. "Nathan needs to give you one more of his loads. And I still need to fuck my load into your hole." "I'm doing my best," I gasped. Sean was squeezing his ass around my cock and I was already dripping pre-cum into his hole. TO make it even worse, Nathan had found the perfect spots in my ass. He was carefully pressing his cockhead against each of them in turn. Each of his deep thrusts milked out another drip of pre-cum into Sean's hole. Jason leaned into me and gave me a deep kiss. "This your first raw hole?" he asked me. "Almost," I said. It was nothing like the inexpert sophomore I had been fucking. "You're going to be spoiled," he said. "Sean's an amazing bottom." "He wasn't bad as a top either," I said. Nathan grabbed on to my hips, and started to pound my hole harder. I had gotten used to Nathan fucking me, and I could tell from the change in his breathing that meant he had been getting close. "Yeah, Uncle, fuck me hard and breed me deep," I begged. As much as I had been enjoying fucking Sean's ass, I was still craving more poz cum. Even though I dreamt of it being different, I knew that my uncles' breeding efforts had not yet taken hold, and I was still uninfected. In the heat of the moment, all it meant to me was that I had to try harder. I had to take more loads, I had to take them more often, and I had to take them deeper. Even though I was having a lot of fun fucking Sean, I knew sex would be even better when I could shoot a charged load in the bottom. I was envious of Nathan. He was so collected, so calm, so masculine when his cock was inside of me. He clearly knew exactly how powerful he was and how easy it would be for him to destroy and then re-create my life with his charged fuck tool. I wanted to grow into a man just like him, to know that power and yet still be able to wield it with the same confidence and assurance that he possessed. "Yeah, boy, take my charged load," Nathan moaned. He thrust his cock into me, and I felt that familiar bloom of warmth deep in my hole. Nathan grunted, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm. My own cock twitched deep in Sean's hole, but I forced myself to concentrate on Nathan's cock. I didn't want to cum until after I gave Jason a chance to add his own load to my ever-growing collection. I squeezed my hole, trying to milk out every deadly drop from my uncle's hard cock. In the heat of his orgasm, he leaned over my torso and started to nibble on the nape of my neck. "That's right, boy, milk out my toxic sperm," Nathan said. As he forced his cock deeper into me, and I squeezed my ass harder, the nibbles became closer to bites. Far from hurting me, it only pushed my limits further and made me slam into Sean's hole harder. "Please, give it to me," I begged Nathan, feeling his hard cock still exploding with clockwork regularity in my hole, adding spurt after spurt of charged-up cum to the gift Sean had already given me. "Hungry, aren't you?" Sean said. His body was tense under me. He was clearly working hard to be able to withstand my pounding, but I didn't care. In fact, it was a turn-on, to see how much mental control he needed to take my cock without breaking. All I wanted was to get my cock deep in him and deposit my load inside of him. I was only sad that my load wasn't as toxic as all of the hot men surrounding me. "Fuck yeah," I said, not sure if I was answering Sean's question or just begging for more seed from Nathan. Nathan's thrusts slowed down, as he injected the last wonderful drops of his seed into my hole. I expected him to use his still-hard cock to work his load into my body, but as soon as his orgasm was over, he pulled out. I didn't have to worry. Nathan immediately stepped aside, and let Jason take his place behind me. Jason lined up his cock, and slid it into my well-lubricated hole. "Damn, that's a sloppy hole," Jason said, as his cock tunneled deep into my body. Before I could say anything, Nathan held the poppers under my nose. I had no choice but to inhale. The poppers washed over me, and I was once again lost in a world of pure sexual pleasure. It was hard for me to tell where the boundaries between Sean and myself were, or where Jason's cock ended and my hole began. The three of us felt like a single creature, our individual bodies merging into one erect, aroused creature focused on the passion of men and the exchange of semen. That exchange would eventually prove deadly for all of us. Next, Nathan gave Sean a hit of the poppers, and the effect on him the same as one me. "Please, Greg, fuck me," he moaned, pressing his ass into my cock, and squeezing it hard. "Give me your load, man, fuck me deep." I felt the familiar tingling at the tip of my cock, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. Jason took the bottle of poppers from Nathan, and did a hit himself. "Damn boy," he moaned. "I want to sperm your hole so badly," he said, pounding my ass hard. "I can't hold off much longer," I said, my hips thrusting hard into Sean's body. My cock was stiffening, and I could feel that the slow drip of pre-cum was turning into a veritable *******, anticipating of my orgasm. "Shoot in me, please," Sean begged. "Don't pull out. Don't waste it." He thrust his ass back and clamped down on my cock. I stopped trying to hold back and rammed my cock deep into him. My balls tightened up, and a wonderful surge of sperm shot through my shaft right into Sean's waiting hole. As I started to shoot my clean, pure sperm into Sean, Jason's cock also stiffened and surged. He unloaded a spurt of dirty, infected semen into my waiting hole, right in synchrony with my orgasm. Quickly, the three of us fell into a vicious, re-enforcing circle of insemination: Sean would squeeze on my cock, which made me shoot another wad of cum into his hole; in shooting, I tightened my own ass which milked out more of Jason's deadly sperm. In turn, that made me unload some more into Sean. Together, the three of us were locked in an unyielding orgasm, which drained our balls and filled our holes. Sadly, eventually, our three-way orgasmic ordeal faded. Jason's balls were drained first: he had already unloaded into me earlier in the morning. Then, my balls were tapped out. However, the three of us remained connected through our unprotected shafts that were still buried inside of each other. Only long after the orgasm faded away and the faint remnants of the poppers had cleared from our heads did we realize that Nathan had been photographing the whole thing. "Fucking hot, men," he said, smiling as he put down the camera. I couldn't speak, still exhausted by the fuck and the orgasm. Luckily, I didn't have to say anything, as Jason grabbed me, and started to kiss me. "Wow, that was hot," he said, between thrusts of his tongue into my mouth. "I love breeding your hole, nephew," he said. "And I'm going to be so proud to be your bugdaddy." He whispered the last line, quietly enough that only the two of us could hear it. "Fuck, I needed that," Sean said. He slowly pulled away from my cock, but was careful not to let a drop of sperm drip from his hole. I stayed still, and kept Jason's still-firm tool in my hole as Sean extricated himself. "Anytime you want Greg, I'm ready," he said. "Especially once you're shooting poz loads." "Hop in the pool?" Nathan asked, as Sean shakily stood up from the chair. "Definitely," Sean said. With a running start, he jumped into the pool. The splash hit all three of us. Jason jumped from the shock of the cool water hitting him. Unfortunately, he also pulled his cock out of my hole. Jason and I joined Sean into the pool. The three of us let the cool clean water wash off the sweat and lube our energetic fuck fest had left on us.

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.