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Hey guys, Thank you to Rawtop and moderators on this site, and also to those of you who take the time to contribute thoughtful input. I know we all come from different backgrounds and life situations, and it's really been a rich experience for me to be a part of a "counter culture." [laughing] For me it's a swing in the extreme opposite direction having grown up in an era and culture that treated being gay as "sick" (at best), and a "sin" that provides you with a first class ticket to hell. One of the things this site provides to me (and many others from what I have read), is a relatively safe place to be and express exactly who/how we are. I think many of us know what it's like to be alone or isolated or rejected in life, and this place allows many of us to feel a part of something, accepted. It's really nice (understatement). It's kind of a funny experience for me because I spent most of my life in a religious culture that maintained that only people who believed as they did were "good" or "loving," but I have found more kindness, love and goodness on a 'porn' site than I ever did in church. I love that irony. Anyway, thanks to you guys, I appreciate and love you.

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

There are so many things to take issue with in the OP's statement. But I'll take on just two. First: a lot on here didn't ask for the bug. Didn't chase and never wanted it. But they got it anyway. Being on here gives those people a little bit of a sense of belonging. Not judged for having what they didn't ask for. Until posts like these pop up. So of course they are going to take the meds. Why wouldn't they? Second: There are individuals on here that don't glorify HIV necessarily. They just enjoy bareback sex. Horses of a different color.

CHAPTER 19: Sam: Mark and I made our way towards the bedroom, and, as we approached the doorway we could hear the undeniable sounds of man-against-man, skin-on-skin sex. We knew someone was fucking Cody, and entering the room I saw Cody laying in the sling, his hair messed up a little, sweating somewhat. Sergei’s left hand was holding Cody's head stationary as the head of Sergei's big Russian cock was sliding in and out of Cod’s mouth. Jake was standing at the rear of the sling, full balls on, pounding Cody – banging that boy’s hot little ass. I couldn't help but think 'This is so hot … I’m glad they didn’t wait', however, the words “Fuck that’s so hot” are those that somehow actually escaped my lips. Turning to Mark I suggested “It’s going to be a really good night, sexy.” I set the empty syringe down on my dresser beside the re-filled one from Jake. I look down at Mark, he may be blindfolded but his ears work, and his cock is just like mine and it’s hard as granite. I guide Mark to the other side of Cody’s face, put his right hand on the boy’s head, and say softly, “You’re standing right beside his face. Put your cock up near his piggy mouth and instinct will take over; feed him some of your precum babe”, Mark moves closer, and almost like flipping a light switch Cody senses another cock and moves off of Sergei’s cock and starts sucking the cock that made him. I think to myself, “This must be the hottest fucking dark and most twisted conversion party I’ve ever hosted …. and it’s SO fucking hot”, as I watch father and son getting into foreplay. It’s even hotter knowing both of them are blindfolded and neither one knows the other is on the receiving end. At this point my cock is leaking a gallon of precum, I move around to wipe some of it in Cody’s hair, before moving to the dresser and hiding the empty syringe from Mark’s arm. “Ohhhhh … ohhhhhhhhhh … ohhhhh fuck…. So close… oh fuck”, I look over at Jake, I can see that tight ass of his and the sweat on his body. I move closer, I actually want to see Jake’s face when he starts to nut inside a guy he knows is getting knocked up with his virus. Jake’s body is so hot, I look up at him, his eyes are closed, his mouth open and I know he’s about to blow his toxic stew, “FUCK … OH FUCK YEAH … FUUUUUUUUU…….” and like that the first poz load of the night is pumped into Cody’s ass. Watching the two of them earlier I know Jake and Sergei have a special connection because Sergei’s strain converted him, but I’m very attracted to Jake, I want to spend some time with him alone; he will be a great accomplice converting neg bottoms. Sergei and Jake look at each other and kiss as they switch places. Sergei grabs the chains and Cod’s legs and practically rams his huge cock into the boy’s hole. Cody gags some, stifling a muffled groan, as he coughs around his dad’s cock. Sergei is always so horny and aggressive and right now he only seems interested in one thing … getting off. It crosses my mind, “Cody is going to be more than sore tomorrow”. I look over and Jake’s hand is on Cody’s face while he’s holding his wet cock near Cody’s mouth, “Clean me up boy”, and Cody again switches from sucking one cock to sucking another. I can see by the way Jake is looking at Cody, he knows it’s his virus infecting Cody tonight, “He’s already developed a bit of a bond with him”, I think. There seems to be a connection when one man knowingly infects another with HIV and this is more than obvious on Jake’s face right now. I hope Cody knows one day its Jake’s body that made him HIV+. I’m so turned on taking in everything, it’s so hot to me, and my cock is wet again with precum dripping everywhere. On the other end of the sling Sergei is really fucking Cody rough, banging his ass, banging against the sling and really groaning each time he bottoms out; it’s difficult for Cody to even keep a cock in his mouth. The sound hits me, the sound of a sweaty ball sac smacking against a ass and the sound of the chains and the leather from the sling, I think to myself, “I want in that hole and I want in it now”. I move around so I can lie down on the floor, on my back, right between Sergei legs. He looks at me a little for only a second, but he doesn’t stop fucking Cod. I’ve watched Sergei fuck and breed guys many times before, but from here I have the perfect vantage point to watch Sergei’s fuck stick ream Cody’s ass and fill him up. “FUCK! FUCK! Gonna… “, I can tell Sergei is close, “Gonna…. Gonnna…. Ughhhhhhh…. CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMIN……….”, and with just a few more hard grunts and thrusts Sergei busts his nut, “Ohhh… ahhhh.. ahhhhh… ahhhh… “, he pushes all the way and just holds it there. From underneath the both of them I can clearly see his hairy nuts, tight against his body, and his cock and his abdomen spasming as he delivers another big load of poz cum to Cody’s ass. Sergei pulls out and some of his load drips out onto my face, I get up and Sergei moves over to Mark to take his place and get his cock cleaned by the slut. Mark is feeling his way down Cody’s body, I guess he wants to dump the next poz load in Cody’s ass, part of me wonders if he’ll realize it’s his own son’s ass he’s fucking or not? Mark gets closer to me, and I stop him, “It’s time to give our guest his special surprise”, Mark smirks a little at the suggestion, “Don’t move … let me grab …”, I don’t finish the sentence. I grab the syringe, with the second dose of Jake’s blood in it, off the dresser and move over to Cody’s arm. I look at Jake and he moves his hands from Cody’s head to Cody’s bicep and squeezes, “One more time boy … just to make sure you’re good and ready, you ok?”, I can hear a muffled “mmmmmhmmmmmm” from around Sergei’s cock. I look at Jake and mouth the word “tighter” and he squeezes Cody’s bicep a little tighter. “Left arm baby ... make a fist”. Jake’s arm is a nurse’s dream and I pick an obvious vein and slowly work the needle in and pull back slightly; Cody doesn’t flinch. The needle is in, “Keep that fist baby, don’t move your arm”, another muffled “mmmmhmmmmmm”. I grab Mark, “Come over here… give me your hand, … gently”, I put Mark’s hand on the syringe and he grips it, “Ok.. I want you to gently push down on the plunger, got it?”, he nods. Mark uses his fingers to make sure he’s got it while I keep the needle in place and then he pushes down on the plunger and Jake’s blood disappears into Cody’s body. “That’s so hot he’s getting what he needs”, as the needle empties, “I got it”, and I move Mark’s hand and ease the syringe out of Cody’s arm, “Ok baby relax”. I nod at Jake and he releases Cody’s bicep and goes back to petting the boy. I set the needle back on the dresser, step over to Mark whispering, “Now that that’s all done … he’s definitely going to be leaving this house poz – ready to breed?”, Mark nods and I guide Mark over to Cod’s ass. “Yeah… that’s it, right there”, and I help Mark guide his cock into Cody’s hole. “Ahhhhh…. Oh yeah… nice”, and I watch as Cody’s father’s shaft slowly disappears into his own flesh and blood until his nuts are pressed firmly against Cody’s ass. Whereas Sergei gave Cody an almost brutal fuck, Mark is slower and more loving, taking his time, it’s almost like the blindfold isn’t on and he knows who he’s fucking. “Oh yeah…. Oh yeah… fuck”, then he starts to get himself into a good rhythm. I think, “I’m going to tear that boy’s ass up and fuck him full of my poz cum”. Being the odd man out I decide I need some oral attention and find Cody’s willing mouth and he starts sucking me like a champ. The small amount of T I gave him tonight has turned him into a total cock slut and he’s sucking me like a sex starved pig. Cody is thirsty for cum but my loads are only going deep in that sexy ass. I see Mark pick up his pace fucking and I can hear the sloshing sound of skin against cummy ass, “Ahhhhh… ahhhhhhhhhhhhh……… fu……”, I stare at Mark, this goes on for a bit, until he unloads into his son’s ass; Mark keeps it there and then finally pulls out. This is my signal to fuck. I practically jerk my cock from Cod’s sucking mouth and help Mark move out of the way just enough. I put Mark’s hands on Cod’s legs and cock as I line myself up with Cod’s abused hole. I get the head in then thrust and push my cock in almost to the hilt, I slide right in without almost no resistance. Cody is lost in the moment and almost doesn’t flinch. The last time I fucked Cod I needed lube but with all of the precum from my cock and all of the poz cum in Cody’s ass I don’t need any. I feel my cock leaking fairly steady and I feel it flowing out of me right into Cod’s beautiful poz butt. “FUCK YEAH”… I groan out loud as I bottom out inside the boy, “TAKE MY POZ COCK BOY!”, I hold my cock all the way inside him for a minute. Cod is squeezing down on my dick with his ass muscles and it feels amazing, he’s begging me to fuck and breed him, it’s obvious he needs our cocks and our cum – how can I say no? I start fucking Cod, it’s been a while since I last fucked him, I’ve nearly forgotten how lucky Mark is, and how amazing this ass feels wrapped around your bare cock. I think, “I’ve got to fuck him and dad together sometime”. I see Mark slowly making his way to Cod’s face, Sergei moves around the other side. Jake, feeling displaced, looks at Cody’s hard cock and leans down to suck him. Cod is sucking his dad’s cock again, but I can hear a muffled, “AHHHHHH” as Jake starts to service the boy’s mostly neglected, and hopefully poz, cock. It’s at this point that I find my rhythm. My bedroom is alive with the sex of men. The sounds of the chains moving, the smell of the leather and the man sweat are all around me as I lay into Cod’s ass determined to use him and give him yet another poz load. “Ahhhhhh… Ahhhhh… oh fuck, oh fuck… oh fuck … you’re gonna… “, it feels hot, the blood is rushing to my head, and I feel my heart rate increase as I start to nut. It’s amazing, my hands are around Cody’s legs, and I’m buried so deep inside him I feel like he’s going to taste my spunk. This must be one of the most intense orgasms of my life. The room is incredibly warm to me now and I can feel all of the cum from his ass surrounding my cock; if I cum any harder inside Cod I think my balls will turn inside out. Things continue like this for another hour or so, each one of us taking a turn getting sucked before jackhammer fucking Cody’s ass in an attempt to breed him; Jake, being younger than the rest of us, actually gives Cody three loads of his cum. The rest of settle for lots of precum and giving Cod two loads each; saying we used his ass is an understatement. My bedroom smells like pure sex, like the inside of a gym locker, painted in arm pit sweat and poz seed. We play and kiss and tease for a while, but I feel like things are wrapping up so I get two more blindfolds and quickly tie to them on Sergei and Jake’s head, leaving their eyes exposed to keep with the ruse. “Ok guys… I’ll guide you in the other room … don’t take off the blindfold ‘til I say it’s ok”. I grab Mark’s hand and kiss him softly, “Let’s go Daddy”, and we slowly make our way back into the kitchen. “Ok its good, you can take them off now”. “That was so fucking hot. I never knew it could be so hot being one of the tops”, said Jake. I smiled, “Yeah it really is intense”, I look at Mark and Sergei, “Enjoy yourselves?”, “Fuck yeah”, they both respond. “Good”. I’ll take care of our guest once you guys are gone. The guys dress and leave and I make my way back to the bedroom. I hide the dirty needle before leaning down to remove Cod’s blindfold and kiss him on the lips, “Did you enjoy own personal little orgy, sexy boy?”, between kissing me back, “I think my ass is gonna be sore, but I loved it … that was so hot”. “Good … my friends really loved you too, and I think we all fucked huge loads into you”, “Oh … Yeah? That’s so hot”, “Cod, you know … “, kissing him more, “… bareback sex like this can lead to … “, and he cut me off, “being poz … yea … yea I know”. I can see by his face he’s conflicted, “Just hope you really enjoyed it … and will be ok if …”, I trail off, “Fuck yea I did Sam … I’ll be ok”, “Good. Let me help you down, we can cuddle and relax for a bit before you leave”. I help Cody get out of the sling – he nearly falls over – I grab him and we both fall over onto the bed laughing; I kiss him more. “I guess we really did work you over tonight”, “Yeah… yeah… this bed feels good, can we just stay here, like this?”. “Of course we can.. let’s scoot up more on the bed and cuddle for a bit”, we both move and get into a position so we can spoon; my cock between his legs. I think for a moment, “This is so hot.. so good and he’s rubbing the head of my cock between his legs. I’m going to be fucking him again in a minute if he doesn’t stop teasing me”. “Do you think I’ll be HIV+ now Sam?”, such a direct question, “Let’s rest Cod, you can sta…”, and I look over and realize he’s fallen asleep; we wore him out. I gently get up and prep the bed for sleep and turn off all the lights and climb in bed with Cod. Pressing myself against Cod makes me hard again, he’s out, so I decide to see if I can actually sleep with my cock in his ass and go for it. It seems like time stands still as things goes by and Cody and I get really close. Before I realize it, we’re on vacation, it’s bright, it’s sunny, and I love it. It’s so nice and warm outside not so hot really and the wind feels great on my body. Then I remember that I’m on a nude beach, and Cody is right here with me, holding my hand, smiling at me. He’s teasing me, looking down at my cock, then saying things like, “Bet you won’t breed right now”, I laugh, “Fuck you”, “That’s the idea”, he laughs and the teasing continues. I look around, I don’t see anyone, all I see are a few birds, and all I can hear is the sound of the ocean waves. Cody grabs my cock, “FUCK ME SAM! FUCK ME AND BREED ME RIGHT HERE!”, this isn’t teasing anymore, he’s begging to fucked. I pull Cod closer and we kiss when he jerks away and lays down on his stomach in the soft sand and pulls his ass cheeks apart, “Breed me now Sam! Fuck me! I want more of your poz cum”. I look down at Cod’s ass and then up his back to his neck, he’s so fucking sexy. It’s at this moment that I notice the biohazard tattoo / tramp stamp on Cod’s upper back, just below his neck. “Cody’s poz! Cody’s fucking HIV+ and he’s mine!”, it hits me like a flash. I look around one more time, unable to say no, I climb on top of Cod. If Cod wants his man to fuck and breed him right here in broad daylight, right now, on this beach, then his man is going to do it. My cock is already wet with precum from Cod teasing me and I use it to grease his hole, “No lube?”, he looks back at me, “Just use your precum …. Your precum and maybe some spit, I just need this so bad right now”. I move my face closer to his ass and spit on his hole then position myself so I can jack a bit to get harder and push more of my precum out of my cock so that he’s at least a little wet; I start pushing the head of my cock inside him. “Ahhh… easy… ahhh … ahhh… yeah, good, that’s it… ahhhh… keep going”, I keep pushing my cock into him slowly. The sound of the ocean waves and Cody’s groans are deafening as I feel my nuts finally press up against his body, “You’ve got all of your man’s cock baby boy, you got all of your man’s bare cock, is this what you needed?”, emphasizing the point by pulling him back against my cock. “Yeah.. uhhh… yeah… oh fuck … breed me Sam, breed me deep”. I pull out slowly then go in again, I can feel my precum flowing, giving us both just enough lubrication to fuck sans lube. “I’m gonna breed you good boy, gonna give you that poz cum you want so much”, punctuating each word with a movement, “OH fuck yea.. I want it babe… want you”, I pick up the pace fucking Cod on what I can only assume is a public beach; obvious to anyone or anything. I know someone might see us and it might be a problem, but right now fucking Cod’s bare ass, I don’t care anymore. I fuck Cod slowly to get us started, but as my precum becomes more copious I pick up the pace and really start to ride him. “Ahhhhhhhhh……..ahhhhhhhhhhhhh so good”, Cody’s moans are loud, but the sound of the waves is louder. It amuses me that if anyone actually gets close enough to see us they will have to know there are two men here having sex; personally I hope they’re hot, Jake’s age and horny as fuck. A grin crosses my face. “Yeah baby.. yeah baby.. you’ve been wanting Daddy’s cum haven’t you, this is your whole world, this is everything you need”, he responds with a “Yes Daddy” in a boyish sounding voice. I know Cod is 22, but I often imagine him younger, I really hope no one can hear us at this point. I continue fucking Cod like this for a while when I get that tingling sensation starting at the bottom of my nuts, I know I’m about to lose my load, “I’m gonna cum in you babe, gonna give you my seed”, “Yeah.. yeah.. do it Sam, BREED ME!”. I continue fucking him, “Ohhhhh fuck… oh fuck Cod… ohhhhhh…” and I feel the point of no return hit me, that sensation every man knows when his cock is about to squirt. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh.. ahhhhhhhhhhh.. ahhhhhhhhhh”, I wake up and realize I’m balls deep in Cod’s ass and I’m blowing what feels like the biggest load ever deep inside him. I feel the sweat between our bodies, “FUCK ME that’s hot!”, Cod doesn’t even move, he’s sleeping soundly. I think for a second, “Cody probably doesn’t even know I just fucked and bred another load of poz cum into his ass”, but at this point I think he’s like his Dad and doesn’t care anymore. Without removing my cock I lay my head back down and go back to sleep.

It was 2009 - I remember 'cause I was about to move to the countryside for a new job. I was 28 and am a tall good looking red-head, my hair was blonder from the summer sun and I had an Amish-type beard - shaven from the chin up, a defined slim body with a dusting of red hair on my chest and of course around my 9.5" cock. I was moving all my stuff from Dublin, but I had a problem - I had a huge stash of porn DVDs that was partly mine and that I'd partly inherited when an old fuckbud of mine had moved to Brussels. Most of it was twink-porn from my mate, and as twinks were not my cup of tea, I was eager to off-load it, so, rather than simply trashing the porn, I logged onto Gaydar to see if there were any takers. I was still a little hungover from the night before as I'd been out drinking with mates and the chatroom was full of people looking for a Sunday morning fuck. I messaged the chat room saying I had a stash of porn free for any takers and one guy quickly replied to my post. I checked his profile - just a body shot but a nice one - big pecs and toned sixpack and nice juicy cock. We chatted for a bit and he said he'd gladly pay my taxi fare to a suburb miles from the city centre. Fair enough I thought, get a taxi, dump my porn and head back to town for some brunch with mates who were now starting to surface. I got his number and address, packed-up the stash, popped out the door and hailed a taxi. Half an hour later the cabbie and I were in a sea of identical houses, but after some searching I found the right house, paid the taxi man, grabbed the box of porn and rang the doorbell. It was promptly answered by the guy, Derek, who was wearing a dressing gown. He was in his early forties, dark haired and hot with a kind of caesar look - strong nose and high cheekbones and, for an Irish guy, unnaturally tanned. I popped-in and he promptly said "Oh, here's your taxi fare", handing me 20 euro. Turning, however, I saw the taxi was half-way down the street. "Do you want to go tell him to wait?" asked Derek. "Nah" I replied, "I can call another one after I give you all of this." Derek replied "Fair enough" and gestured me into his kitchen. "My boyfriend's upstairs" he says "we just had a major group session last night - seven guys were here." My cock instantly twitched to attention. At this point I had had only one experience of group sex (outside of threesomes) about a month previous, and I was ready for more. We sat down and Derek asked me in I wanted a drink - I nodded thinking, as it was 10:00 AM, that he meant tea or coffee, but instead he made me a whiskey and coke. As he prepared it he asked "Do you want a line of coke, too?" I paused, thinking over his invitation. I had never done cocaine before and had just recently started trying heavier drugs than weed, though mostly Ecstasy and once or twice, speed. "Sure" I replied evenly " I haven't done it that much before though to be honest." "No problem" he replied smiling, "I'll keep you grounded." He brought the tray over with the drinks and the lines of coke - two for me and two for him, he passed me the rolled up five euro note and I snorted it back. "It'll take a little while to kick in" he mentioned. I was shuddering at this stage, which usually happens to me when I'm doing anything illicit and hot - I get jittery. He sat around the corner of the table facing me and we talk about the porn - some of it were DVDs that contained a selection of scenes from different Pornos that used to come with a magazine Porn-up - I tell him which are the hot scenes in the DVDs and I mention all the ones with rimming scenes - "Rimming's my favourite pastime" I say. At this stage I notice I'm talking a mile a minute and confess it's my first time with cocaine. He laughs and said "I guessed" and then he opens his legs a bit wider and starts to touch his bulge. "So I noticed on your profile you said your cock was extra large, how large is that?" I open up my legs a bit and say "about 9 and a half inches when hard". "Wow" he replies, milling and locking eyes with me, "I'd love to see that" I can really feel the effects of the cocaine at this stage, everything feels electric, I feel a little outside of myself as if I'm watching this scene from another room and directing it. I tell him confidently "well as I said, rimming is what really gets me hard" He goes "yeah?" and pushes himself forward on the seat, opening up his robe to show a nice thick juicy 7" cock and strong thick tanned legs. He pushes himself forward more and raises his legs up exposing his tight tan pucker. "Wanna have a taste?" I kneel down, his ass tastes musky, I can tell he's already been fucked and as I get more into it I start lapping up and down his hole like a dog. I get really focussed and start grinding my face into his tighthole working it open with my tongue, then grinding my jaw and tongue into it in strong biting motion - it drives him wild and he started assfucking my face. "Aw yeah, I knew I had to have you when I saw you step out of that taxi" he says, then sitting up he goes "come upstairs and meet my boyfriend" I stand up with him and take his hand...

What this fantasy fails to take into consideration is that as your health begins to decline your sexual desire is one of the first things to go.

I will occasionally wear a chastity cage when I go out to the baths... then there's no mistaking i'm there to get fucked & bred.. and not to fuck... also focuses my concentration on using my ass to make the top feel amazing while he's inside me.

This thread is boring. So is the OP.

Spontaneous chemmed-upfuckfests are the best

Usually am a top, went to ABS for a quick blowjob or a quick fuck by a hispanic bottom. I got there and started playing with a chubby "straight' Mexican guy that had just gotten off work. Kissed ok and sucked good...had a nice cock and he wanted it so I let him fuck me a little....well a little turned into him loading my ass with his hot cum. He left and I saw a white guy that was bigger than me...not usually my type but we started playing around, I wanted to get sucked but he wasn't interested so I sucked him..since i had a load in me i turned around and put this THICK 7incher in me..encouraged him to load my hole. Finished him off so now I have 2 loads in me. I then see this guy about my age, thin and playing with his dick. We play a little and it's obvious he wants dick in his ass...so I FUCK him and we talk about me putting my poz load in his ass and how he loves poz dick. He says he has been poz 10 years and loves recharges. I jack him off at the same time I'm fucking him...we unload at the same time....too bad, another load would have been nice. I go home literally leaking cum from my ass and have to hurry and shower so my partner doesn't see it.

OP put it rather crudely, but he does have a point. HIV is very expensive to treat. Assuming you don't pay all of their medical expenses out of pocket (which very few of us are in a position to do), an HIV diagnosis guarantees that the medical services and prescriptions you receive for treatment over your lifetime will be significantly more than you pay in through insurance premiums, taxation for health care, etc. That's an additional load borne by employers, other insured people who don't use their insurance and taxpayers. So I think the first order of business for those of us with HIV ought to be to express gratitude that we do receive the care and treatment that we do. Personally, I am enormously grateful that the citizens of the US in large part have paid for my continued good health (delivered through the VA, which gets far too little credit for the very many things they do right, IMO). I do think there's a real moral problem here that we're not looking at. Consider chasers. If someone deliberately infects himself with HIV, he's not just hurting himself. He does emotional harm to family and friends. He exposes other sexual partners to HIV. And he does impose a higher additional cost on to the medical system (arguing that others also add additional costs on to the system through their bad choices doesn't get you off the hook!) Should someone like that receive treatment? Obviously, the humane response ought to be to say yes, of course. But I also think it's appropriate that part and parcel of that treatment ought to be addressing and changing the root of that self-destructive behavior. Then there's the person who doesn't care about their status. That was certainly me! Again, denying treatment to such a person would be inhumane, but I also think such recklessness deserves a certain amount of scrutiny as well. Taking a hard look at how and why someone became infected with HIV shouldn't be a form of punishment. But I do think it's legitimate to ask if the things that led to someone getting HIV might also lead to other problems as well. For instance, someone who's not taking their HIV medications as prescribed might contribute to the spread of treatment-resistant mutations of the virus, or of other STDs (gonorrhea is one that's becoming harder to treat, and that's directly caused by people not getting proper treatment). Or consider the possibility that being reckless with respect to HIV might also show up in other ways, like drug or alcohol abuse, DUIs, and other behaviors that increase one's own personal level of risk, and potential puts others in danger too. In short, obviously I don't think society should just cut off people who have expensive medical problems to treat. But I do think society does have a right to ask why those problems cropped up in the first place, and how they can be prevented. And that's true whether the problem is HIV or obesity or any other preventable condition.

Due to the length of time since Chapter 17 I decided to break out Chapter 18 early, so there will be at least another chapter or two depending on how the material works itself out. Thanks for all the great messages guys. CHAPTER 18: Mark / Dad: I was at home getting myself together for Sam’s conversion party when it really hit me: ' I was STILL HIV-negative. How was that possible?' Then I thought about the flu I had experienced, recalling it occurred during flu season, perhaps I had actually had the flu. I decided to visit Sam’s Immunologist that week and get a more definitive test result. I wanted to know, and I wanted to test again without Cod; when Cod tests positive for HIV I wanted the focus on him. I also wanted and needed for him to know I infected him and I want that strong bond with him – we’d have that conversation in private. I was sure I’d be getting a positive test result – and, in fact, when sitting in the Immunologist's waiting room later that week my cock was hard and leaking in my pants. One of the nurses asked me to step into the exam room, “This is it”, I thought as she said “The doctor will be right with you.” Dr. Burns did indeed enter the room a minute or so later, and asked about Sam. I considered responding 'Oh he’s fucking me and a ton of hot guys full of poz cum,' but went with a simple “He’s great.” I might like to bluster a little bit, I didn't want to come off too pervy or twisted. Then Dr. Bburns got down to the test results, and I really must have look like a deer in headlights when he explained to me that my tests were 'non-reactive', which was to say I had tested negative for all STDs including HIV. My mouth nearly hit the floor. Talk about a sobering result. Again, how could this be the case? Looking back, I think my reaction to his explanation of the results must have been similar to watching a balloon slowly deflate. Again I thought 'HOW THE FUCK CAN I BE NEGATIVE?! AM I IMMUNE? Sam has been fucking me full of unmedicated hiv-positive cum for two months or so now!' I keep all of my thoughts to myself, and did my best to smile and nod at the right points in Dr. Burns' remarks. When he offered advice on safer-sex practices I replied simply “No I’m good, but thank you.” After paying my co-pay I left and went home, utterly mystified. Once I got home I immediately got a shower, thinking it would help me center my thoughts, even so, when I stepped out to dry myself, I found myself staring in the mirror, my head nearly spinning in disbelief. Fortunately just then a message on my phone came through that distracted me. It was that hot fucker Chris from the testing center. I really want to get naked with him. Chris: “Hey sexy.” Me: “Hey sexy yourself ... What’s up?” Chris: “Horned as fuck, leaking … Want to get together? Breed my neg hole?” Me: “UGH … can’t tonight.” Chris: “Damn.” Me: “Hooking up with a friend.” Chris: “Lucky him. You and Cod still gonna come get tested?” Me: “Cod still needs to test. I was just tested.” Chris: “Ohhh you did? You okay?” Me: “Yeah fine.” Me: ”Neg.” Chris: “Really? … kinda thought you might test poz.” Me: “Me too.” Chris: “Your friend poz?” Me: “Haha … perv … yeah he is.” Me: “He’s not fucking me tonight though … fucking another guy.” Chris: “Oh fuck.” Chris: “Gang bang.” Me: “Ha.. of sorts. He invites one neg bottom, all the tops are supposed to be poz.” Chris: “Oh fuck! That’s hot, dude … I’d be up for that.” Me: “So hot you want it.” Me: “When we do hookup I will might not be neg, and I only fuck bb.” Chris: “Same.” Chris: “I mean I only get fucked bb, yet still neg last test.” Chris then texted a photograph of his ass spread wide, his hole ready for cock. He's so hot. I really wanted to breed his ass right now. So I texted him a pic of my cock, with the comment "Fuck, that's a hot hole you got there." Chris: “HOT cock. Hope we can hookup soon.” Me: “Me too.” I really wanted to breed Chris’ tight ass, but I decided to stay focused on Sam’s fuck party. I finish cleaning up and headed into the living room, gave Cod a kiss, and headed out the door. I needed to get a drink and think about how I tell Sam I was still HIV-negative; I decided I wouldn't tell him that night, however. I didn't want to put a damper on the evening’s fun. Sam: I know I need to handle this whole thing delicately, but also act quickly, Mark will show up at any moment and I want HIV+ blood from Jake in Cody’s body. Sergei, Jake and I walk into my bedroom. I make a motion for Sergei to move to the other side of the bed and I approach Cody, “I’m back sexy boy”, and I give him a few soft kisses. “Ahhh.. ahh… fuck yeah… your friends here yet?” “Yep, 2 of ‘em so far”, I nod at Sergei and he moves to Cod and grabs and lightly squeezes his bicep. I lean over to Jake, speaking very softly, tease his hole with your cock, but don’t fuck him yet, he nods. “We’re gonna help get you ready Cod.”, “Ohhhh… I’m ready”, I laugh lightly, “I’m gonna give you a little something to really get you horned up and going … ok?”, Cody moans, he’s blindfolded but he can feel Sergei and Jake giving his body attention, “uhh… yeah… whatever”. “Cody you’re about to be flying high … and you’re about to be poz”, the only thought going through my mind right now. I look at Sergei and he squeezes Cody’s bicep a little tighter, “Feeling ok baby?”, “Yeah… good”, “Make a fist for me … this’ll sting just a little … you might cough”, “ok”, Cody doesn’t seem phased. I hold the syringe up and take a quick look at the toxic blood and the dissolved T and then I look down at Cody, I think, “This is it boy. This is the moment you become an HIV+ man”. I slowly insert the used needle into one of Cody’s bulging veins. “You feeling ok?”, “Yeah … yeah … I’m good”, I can see Jake rubbing his poz precum all over Cody’s hole, “Oh yeah.. I’m good... I’m so horny, “Good. Gonna give you just what you need sexy”, “oh yea?”, “Yeah”, I pull back slightly on the plunger to make sure I’ve got a good vein and then gently push down sending all of the T and all of Jake’s HIV+ blood into Cody’s arm, “ahhhhh… ahhhh”, “That’s it sexy, almost done, you feel ok?”, “Yeah.. Yeah… ahhhh”. I can tell Cod is loving Jake’s cock teasing his hole, I ease the needle out of Cody’s arm and set it aside. I look up at Sergei, give him a nod, and he eases off of Cody’s bicep. Cody coughs a few times, “fuck” (more coughs), “You ok?”, “Yeah… yeah… fuck … I’m good … I’m good … oh fuck”, I know it’s hitting him in a rush and he’ll need a few minutes when I hear the back door open and shut, “Mark is here”, I think. I walk over to Sergei, whispering, “Get him restrained in the sling ... then get a little more of his blood in that syringe, please”, he nods. I kiss Cod, “Cod babe, another of my friends is here for fun”, I pull on his arm, “We’re gonna get you in the sling, sound good?” “Yeah sure”, I smile at Sergei and Jake; I know they will get Cody ready to fuck while I go get Mark. I slip by the living room again, grab the second unused syringe and the other blindfold and head to the kitchen; Mark is there naked and waiting. I smile, “Hey sexy”, we kiss, “Hey man … we doing this?”, “Hell yeah we’re doing this, but first two things”, Mark looks at me questioning. “First, I need a small amount of your blood”, “Wha… “, he gives me an odd look, “This boy said he’s ready to be convert, he wants to make sure it happens, so he’ll be getting a little sample from all of us”, “Oh fuck, that’s wild, … we’re still breeding him, right?”, “Fuck yea we’re still breeding him … he just asked how sure I was that he’d convert – told him its definitely gonna happen tonight”. I grab Mark’s arm and tie the blindfold around his bicep, “Ok.. relax and make a fist for me, this only takes a sec”, “k”, I line up the syringe and then slowly insert it into his strong arm veins, pulling back just a small amount of blood, “zit hurt?”, “Not at all”, I ease the syringe out of his arm and hold it up, “That all it takes?”, I look at him seriously, “Yeah blood is the quickest and most guaranteed way to convert him. He’ll definitely be HIV+ tonight.” “Ok now … Second thing … because of this”, glaring at the needle, “He wants it to keep it mostly anon, so no one gets weird later, you gotta wear this blindfold. Jake and Sergei are already here with our boy and I’ve already blindfolded them. The boy has seen only me once when he got here.”, “Haha… uhmmmm yea, … wild, sure, that’s kinda hot actually”, “Thought you’d think so”. I set the needle down and carefully touch Mark’s body, kissing him, as I put the blindfold on him. “This too tight?”, “No”, I turn on the kitchen light, “Can you see anything?”, “Nothing. Hope you’re gonna be leading us all around”. “Yeah It’s cool, I’ll guide you guys … just remember, like last time, you gotta be kinda quiet, and no names. Use your hands to touch and feel around for where you’re going and stay focused on fucking him until it’s time for us to give him that something special, got it?”, “Haha … Yep”. I grab the syringe and quickly push the plunger so the blood empties out in the sink and turn off the light. With the empty needle in one hand and Mark’s hand in the other, “Now… let’s go breed that hole”.

Derek brought me up the stairs, at the top of which I turned around, knelt down and pushed open his dressing gown to suck his dick. Again it was musty and tasted of ass-juice. 'Cause I was high, the taste turned me on. While generally back then I was still a bit prudish and might have balked at the taste, particularly had I been sober, the cocaine set me free to dig in. (Of course these days I can't get of ass-juice!) As I sucked his cock, it grew larger and large, so part of me was thinking I was going to get a mouthful of cum, but he redirected my attention, saying "Come out and see this Fred." At which point the bedroom door down the hall opened and out walked a silver fox. Fred had a full head of silver hair which was odd considering his age - a very handsome guy in his mid-forties, with nice broad shoulders under his dressing gown, which, I noticed, was navy and identical to that which Derek was wearing. "Another one, eh?" he remarked to Derek as I stood up and smiling, extended my hand to shake his, ever Mr. Manners, even when I was high. He laughed and shook my hand saying, "I'll be in to see you guys in a minute" and with that he disappeared back into the master bedroom. Derek lead me to the guest bedroom where evidence of the previous night was still littering the room, as bottles of lube and poppers crowded the bedside tables. I noticed a huge flat screen TV was on standby. I asked if I could see their porn, and browsing the titles, I saw a copy of a TIM Brad McGuire film that I'd jacked off to many a time. "Can I put this on?" I asked. Derek smiled, put it into the DVD player, and then prepared another couple of lines. "Can you do me a favour?" Derek asked as I was taking off my clothes, "can you put these on?" He handed me a grubby black jockstrap. I knew immediately it had been worn earlier and there was a sticky residue of lube on the elasticated band. "No problem", I replied "I love jockstraps", and as Derek was rifling through his stash of coke I noticed a baggy of pills, "are those ecstacy?" I asked, and as Derek said yes I put on a cheeky grin and said "now that's a drug I love, can I buy some off you?". Derek tut-tutted my offer of cash and passed me one and a Kamagra and I knocked them back with some coke Derek had brought up from downstairs. At this stage I realised I probably needed to shower and taking off the rest of my clothes I asked Derek where his bathroom was. Under the shower my high continued to escalate, the water felt wonderful as I soaped up all over my body, and using a douche head that was there, cleaned myself out. I towelled off and put on the jockstrap. Derek was sitting on his bed wearing a blue jockstrap and watching Brad McGuire plow three asses piled on top of eachother. I sat beside him and started jacking. I turned and looked him in the eye and said " Thanks for inviting me over, I really did not expect to be doing this, this morning". "My pleasure stud" he replied and we kissed a long intense kiss. After coming up for air I boldly told Derek to get on his knees on the bed and made him face in a direction where I could rim him and watch Brad McGuire on the flatscreen. His ass was beautiful, quite round but not saggy with a little bit of hair around the hole unshaven but not in the way showing his lovely tan sphincter. I lick the asshole teasingly as I watch Brad rough-fuck another poor sod on the tv. As I watched and deep tongued Dereks sloppy hole, Fred opened the door still in his dressing gown and mockingly said "what are you doing with my boyfriend???" I mumbled something from between his ass cheeks and Fred walked right up beside me and said "what's that?" I came up for air and said, running my hand up the back of his leg under the robe finding a very firm asscheek and cupping it, "I'm sorry - is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" He looked down at me grinning and opened his robe exposing a beautiful veiny 8" cock and a very nice body - gym fit but not beefy, silver stubble on his nut-brown chest and flat toned pecs and stomach. His cock was veiny and uncut like nearly all irish cocks (mine excluded - I think I grew too big to be uncut). His cock was flaccid but thick and juicy as I put it in my mouth. I stuffed it all in my mouth all the while looking at him. Thoughtfully I was rubbing Derek's hole with my thumb - deep circular motions that drive me wild when I get them. I pushed Fred's cock against Derek's ass and while stroking the growing shaft I lapped at the head against Derek's ass-cheek. I gently guided Fred in closer so I could lap his cock against Derek's hole, spit drooling out of me. Derek pushed back a bottle of poppers that I sniffed and passed on up to Fred. At this stage I was pushed on my back onto the bed by Fred and he lifted my legs in the air and dived down on my pink hole. I had recently shaved for an ex and there was only a bit of stubble down there. "Nice ass" said appreciatively as he started lapping at it. I put my head back and met the lips of Derek whose hand was now jacking my 9.5 inches roughly but with the poppers I was bucking into kiss grip then into Fred's tongue. I told Derek to lube his hand with spit (I'm cut and it needs it) and he bent down to blow me - as I'm cut I don't usually like being blown that much, but my skin was electric with the chems and then I realised I was coming up. I pushed my cock into Derek's mouth and brought my hands down to pull my white ass cheeks apart for Fred's tongue. "I think I'm coming up" "Yeah I'm definitely up" said Derek as he turned and sat over my face. "Ye cheeky bastards" said Fred as he got up "I better catch up so" and walked to the stash as Derek said "oh can you pass us the tray there luv" and lines and the rolled up five euro note were passed to me and Derek. I had to sit up a bit to snort mine and while holding my nostril in and Derek's face in my ass rimming me expertly, I groaned and locked eyes with Fred "this is much better than shaking hands man!"

Pandora's Box Pure fiction! I was on my way home from work one Saturday night when I passed by my favorite book store, which by chance, I hadn't visited for quite some time. I was pleasantly surprised to see the parking lot was full, so I decided to take a look around. Entering the store, I knew I would need some one dollar bills to feet the video machines, so I approached the man seated on a stool behind the counter to break the twenty that was in my pocket. The clerk was stocky, had a big beer belly and, to my amazement, was naked from the waist down, and he had been stroking a nice, big, fat cock. It turns out he had been watching a bareback video of a group of men gangbanging a guy. "Private party tonight. We're closed." He looked me up and down his eyes settling on my crouch which was starting to bulge. I didn't look up as my gaze was focused on his cock. Something about his brazen behavior encouraged me to comment "Damn, I was really looking forward to sucking some cock tonight," adding "That's a hot video you're watching. Makes me wish I was getting fucked bareback by all those cocks." "You got any stds?" he asked. "Been tested?" "No, and yes, I'm clean" I replied. "Show me" he said. He could tell I was confused by his order, so he added "Take of your clothes and show me your cock and ass." Now I hesitated, not sure if he was joking. "You said you wished you we're getting gangbanged bareback so let me see if you look like the kind of fuck pig we like." I've only been fucked a few times and the thought of getting used by more than one guy had my cock straining to get loose. Although I'm over 60 I'm still in very good shape. I keep my ass, balls and cock shaved and I'm always being told how sexy I am. "I'm told I am very fuckable." I was wearing only a pair of gym shorts, a tee shirt and sneakers, so I slipped my shorts down and my seven inch cock was already sticking straight out. I am naturally smooth and have almost no hair from my neck to my crotch. The clerk definitely approved as his cock jumped to full attention. I bent over and spread my ass cheeks, giving him a view of my little brown fuck hole. No sooner had I done this than he spat in his palm and lubed-up my ass, massaging my hole with his index finger, probing deeply, and then offering me his finger to suck. "Lick bitch," he ordered as he stuck it in my mouth. I did as I was told. His finger, of course, smelled and tasted like my ass. I greedily sucked away. He apparently liked what I was offering 'cause he remarked "The fuck pig who was supposed to be here tonight didn't show so you get to take his place," adding "There are about 15 guys back the back now with more on the way." "Has everyone been tested for HIV?" I asked. "Positively" he replied. "We want to treat that negative cunt of yours properly," as he picked up a black felt marker and briefly wrote on my ass cheeks. "What are you writing?" I asked. "'Bareback fuck pig' and 'Cum here' with an arrow to your fuck hole. We want to make sure everyone knows you want your ass filled with spunk." "Now we need something nasty for your face". "How about", "clean your fuck stick here" with an arrow to your mouth? "Fuck stick AND ass cleaner". I suggested. "You are a nasty little faggot fuck pig aren't you". "I am" I replied. He used the market to write the message on my face. Well let's not keep them waiting. Leave your shorts and shirt here. You won't be needing them. Lose your shoes and socks as well". We went back past the video booths to the end of the hall and through a door into a large dimly lit room. There were 4 large screen tvs on the far wall providing the only illumination in the room. I was unable to see anything except the tvs. One was showing a compilation of asses oozing cum. Another was showing a gang bang scene, muscle tops barebacking a twink. The third was a compilation of ass to mouth action. The fourth screen was almost black but I could vaguely make out what looked like a short tall bench. "Fresh meat boys" my guide said. What the fuck am I doing I thought? I'm about to fuck God knows how many strangers bareback, suck strangers cocks and lick asses. I'd never fucked more than one cock at a time and I had no idea if my ass was up for the pounding it was going to get. Oh well, what the fuck, at least they had all been tested. I'd been very lucky as I always let anybody fuck me bareback. "Where'd you get him?" Someone asked. "Totally shaved just like we like them". "The dumb pig cum bucket just walked in". "Said anyone could fuck his negative cunt bareback as long as they were tested". "Wants to rim our asses to". "If they are clean" I added. "Oh we will make sure they are cleaned properly". "What about lube? I didn't bring any". "We got any of our special lube? "Yeah, it was a very busy day in the video booths. " Everyone laughed. "It's edible, smells and taste like cum. I've loaded it into this squirting dildo. What do you think?" He held a cock shaped dildo up to my face and pressed a plunger at the bottom. A clear liquid oozed from from the hole in the tip of the phalanx. It smelled like cum. I licked it and it tasted like cum. "Wow! Smells and tastes like the real thing". "Bend over Cumbag"."Time to lube your cum pit". I bent over and he placed the dildo at the opening of my joy hole. He depressed the plunger as he worked the dildo into my cock pit. He would push it in pull it out, squirt some more lube on the opening then push it in again until he finally had all 6 inches of the dildo in my fuck hole. "Fuck that feels good". "I think I'm ready for the real thing. " He pulled it out and stuck it in my mouth. It tasted like cum and shit hole. "Lick it clean pig". "Now face down on the fuck bench". There were rails along the side for my knees and with my knees up close to my chest it left my fuck hole fully exposed and open to be fucked. The bench was supported by a hydraulic piston on each end which allowed it to be raised or lowered to get either of my fuck holes to the right height. "Ready to get your ass bred?" I nodded. "Beg for it. " "Fuck my ass.""Pump it full of cum"."seed it deep with your spunk" No sooner had I spoken then a cock was rammed hard into my man cunt. "You like that cock in your faggot cum dump cunt" "Fuck yes, it feels so fucking good". "Fuck me hard and deep. Breed my fuck hole". "You like getting fucked by a strangers bareback?" "Yes use me like a piggy sissy boy cum bucket" He started hammering my hole hard and deep. "Beg for it cunt, beg to be fucked hard and deep". "Yes, fuck me hard and deep. Drain your balls". "I want all your cum deep inside my ass". "How did bareback a cum dump pussy boy like you keep from getting the bug?" "Only let hiv negative guys fuck me". I replied. I had to admit fucking strangers bareback with the very real possibility of getting pozed was a turn on. The danger just added to the thrill. " His thrusts were slowing down and he moved cock side to side and up and down as he ground his hard throbbing cock inside my fuckhole. "Well here's your first load of poz spunk you dumbass Cumbag ". A chant of "Poz the cunt"rose from the group of men surrounding us. My own cock was getting even harder. "Look at his cock" someone said. "It likes poz cum". The guy with his cock buried in my ass let out a deep guttural moan and I could feel his cock head swell as he released a huge load of his demon seed deep in my bowels. He kept his cock there until all his poz spunk had been drained in my fuck hole. To be continued.

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."

I've known I'm into older men basically my entire life. I was probably 10 when I first discovered porn. I wasn't into young guys... I wanted bears. I liked them big and hairy, with huge cocks. I would watch Pro Wrestling and imagined that I was the one getting manhandled by the sexy performers. When I first started to understand my boners, I would fantasize about an older man using me to satisfy his needs. I once heard my mom talking about a "kept boy" and immediately googled what that was. My brain and my cock lit up. I didn't even care about the money part. The guy could be broke as a joke, as long as he was fucking me at his leisure six ways to Sunday. The thought of an older man keeping me on tap to use me whenever he wanted? Are you kidding me? That's the dream. The fantasy boiled down to what is somewhere between extreme D/s (Dom/sub... but also Daddy/son) and full on Master/slave. The way I imagined it, while he was at work, I would be at home, naked (except for a collar, cock cage, and leather harness... occasionally, I'd wear a jock strap if my cage had been taken off), ensuring my body was the way he liked it, ensuring the house was clean and Daddy was coming home to a freshly cooked meal. To the public, he was my Dad and I was his son. We could invent some story about how I was an accident he just found out about or something... those details didn't matter to me. To anyone he wished to know, I was a receptacle for cock and cum. When he came home, I sucked his cock while he enjoyed his dinner. He would fuck me whenever and however he wanted. If he was horny in the middle of the night, he would just stick it in me--I would always be ready to take him. Nobody would have to know that I wasn't his biological son. I was going to have enough of his DNA in me at either end that it didn't matter. It also didn't matter if his friends used me. If his brothers/cousins used me. If he was having a party, I could be the entertainment. If someone wanted to borrow me for a few nights, or even rent me? The only consent needed would be his. Daddy would know what was best for me. Let me reiterate: these were fantasies I had before I even hit puberty. After puberty, it only became stronger. My first boyfriend was really hairy and I was a total slut for him... but he didn't really appreciate me calling him Daddy. In fact, I've still not yet found a guy I can call Daddy. I believe it is an honor close to religious experience to have an older guy put his load in either of my holes. I've never understood the ageist twinks when I was in college. "Eww that older guy hit on me!" What the fuck is wrong with you? Drop to your knees and suck that man dry like the God he is. But then again... maybe I just have Daddy issues.

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.

Think i've hit the jackpot. Been chasing this guy on a cruising site who had great recommendations. Almost unbelievable. One of my many types he's older in his 60s and a total top. Scrummy! I text him in his street feeling edgy not knowing if this will be a genuine hookup. He doesn't answer. After a few minutes I was about to dejectedly leave his road and sit on a grassy bank when I see him some 100 feet away waving his arms. First impressions are ok yet I know from experience that those initial impressions often bear no relation with sexual fulfilment. We enter his house and within a minute are snogging our faces off taking in each others chemistry. He's sexy, better looking close up, average to chunky build and my height. He wraps his arms around me and after ten minutes I'm guided to the bed where, once we've discarded our clothes carry on with the kissing until i feel his stubby finger stroking my pussy. Savouring this he fishes out a bottle of poppers from under his pillow puts it to my nostrils then explores my hole further enjoying watching my face as my hole is opened up. Laying me on my side and lifting my top leg i feel his tongue enter my younger bubble butt eating it out with his arse starved tongue. I pull my cheeks apart for easier access luxuriating in the hungry velvety feels. `I'm going to fuck you` he explains. I feel his stubby wide cock pull apart my cheeks as he enters me. The idea of being used by an older sexy guy opens my mind as i stick more poppers up to my nose. We carry on exploring positions finding out what excites us. Sticking me on my back and placing a pillow under my cheeks i lift my legs eagerly quivering at the feel of his tongue. `Open your cheeks` he orders and I willingly comply. Soon he re-enters me and i squeal with delight as I watch his sexy persona use my arse to get him off. Within minutes I watch his firm stocky frame quicken pace with the tell tale sign of no return as he dumps his cum inside me. After recovery we kiss again and i play with his cock that eagerly responds. `Suck it!` Eagerly i take him orally poppered up working hard to make him erect. `Turn over` he orders and with my eager moons up in the air his tongue re-enters slurping my innards in preperation for his cock. Once again I feel his sexy cock and push back meeting his thrusts. Going from position to position I beg him `Mount me!` and within five minutes he was again flooding my holes with his dna. Bliss! I've never known a man to shoot his load five times but he did. He could have cum more and wanted me to return. The reports I saw were true. I've already arranged to return for more! Who wouldn't?

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.

I usually like to grab (or bite) the buttocks after breeding; but a slap isn't a bad idea... and yes, for me, It's a way of saying that was a good time...

There are easier ways of suicide

I've never given this particular position (all 4's, knees together) much thought but find that I'm often in this position when being taken doggy--perhaps because I'm a smaller build (5'9", 130#) it is easier for my Tops to naturally place me in this position and yes, it is more "feminine" which is also why I'm taken this way when in doggy (most all of my regular Tops are heterosexually-identified). So that I have more stabillity, I always cross my feet over each other too. It helps me, I guess to stay connected to the floor/bed so my Top can go in and plow away as he holds my waist. In reverse, I also find that my Tops will put me Missionary with my legs on his shoulders and my knees pressed against me. Again, I instinctively cross my feet if they're relaxed behind his head or if his hands are pushing my knees down, they'll rest on his shoulders or flat against his chest.

I get super extra horny when a top tells me he's going to knock me up or get me pregnant with his toxic seed. I haven't been actively chasing for very long, but that sort of verbal play is definitely a part of the appeal. And I love knowing that this toxic top is going to become a part of me forever.

Hey, remember me? I've posted stories about my friend Troy who tried to buttfuck AIDs into me. Oh, man, you won't believe what happened since then. My mom found our messages and called the cops on Troy. I was so angry! And then she made me see a psychiatrist! My mom also made me get tested for AIDs, but I tested negative. I guess the virus didn't take. Honestly, I miss Troy so much. I really loved how he tried to give me AIDs! The psychiatrist gave me some medications, saying my desire to convert indicated I was mentally ill. Anyhow, after I started the meds, I noticed I couldn't get a boner. When I mentioned the side effect to the psychiatrist, he said I wouldn't be able to get a boner until my body adjusted to the meds. I was so angry! Well, I finally moved away now to my cousin's place and no longer have to see the psychiatrist, or take the meds. Now I can once again get a boner. I'm soooo horny! I heard Troy moved away, so I can't reach him so I can ask him to pump his poz loads into my ass. Not good. I've tried to find another HIV positive guy who will blow his AIDs cum into my ass, but no luck. In fact I've contacted about ten guys, specifically asking each guy to give me his AIDs load, but all declined, some even blocking me. Why is so hard to find a guy willing to fuck me? Damn. So please tell me where I can find an HIV positive guy to buttfuck me. I want it! My boner gets so big whenever I think about an AIDs cock buttfucking me!

I saw the original post in this thread when it first appeared and thought, "ok here we go, a chain yanker - someone on here to stir the pot just to get a reaction." I was actually fairly ok with the post until I got to the word "deviant" and then things went left. This whole discussion here since then has been fascinating. I too wonder if one day that (proven) barebackers could face discriminatory practices in the insurance market. I'm not talking about poz people on meds who take them regularly. I think the insurers won't go after them, because while they are costly for the insurance pool, they are at least not spreading the virus. And I am of the opinion (and my doctor is too) that it is much cheaper to keep poz men alive with medication than to let them spend many years being sickly and out of work - and therefore not contributing to society by working and paying taxes. But the question of who should fund PrEP intrigues me. Should an insurer/society subsidize medication for someone who is negative and could stay negative if he/she practiced safe sex? Hmm. I could see people having an issue with that. To use an analogy, would I want to pay higher car insurance premiums because I am in a pool with reckless teenager drivers who race each other on the weekend? I'd probably be the first to say, segregate those kids in a pool and charge them astronomical premiums. And most people would be fine with that too. We already are using telematics in cars to reward good drivers and punish bad ones. But health insurance somehow raises this prickly issue of what's moral or fair or humane. If I have some rare illness that I am genetically predisposed to get, should I be segregated and charged higher premiums? Hmmm a very very slippery slope. I don't know what the answer is. I do know many of these drugs out here cost pennies to manufacture, yet big pharma charges thousands of dollars for them. Heck, you've got big pharma asking upwards of $80,000 to treat HepC when there are generic drugs in India that cost $1,500. But I digress. I guess the question I am asking myself is would I stop barebacking if there was a bareback tax? In other words, if a health insurer treated us like (reckless) drivers and said because of our behavior, we must pay more - how much would we be willing to pay to forego the rubbers? Or if they said, if you don't submit to an HIV test, your premiums go up. Or if you catch syphilis, your premiums go up?

Ok... We don't like the generalizations made about gay people, right? So why do you feel the need to be hypocritical and make a generalization about "bible bashers"? I guarantee you that the vast majority of obese people never step foot in a church nor read a bible. While I agree with your point, I don't think pinning it on "bible bashers" is a fair thing to do. Are there Christians who are obese? Definitely. Is every obese person a Christian? No. Is every Christian obese? No. Is every gay person poz? No. Did every poz person chase? No. So generalizations aren't beneficial to an argument. They take away from the real issue. Attacking others only takes us down to other attackers level. And does nothing to encourage tolerance. I agree. Whole heartedly. But I think there's a better way of doing it than attacking people. I don't believe for one minute the OP had any good intentions for posting. His statements make it out that everyone on here wanted the virus. To put it in a term everyone will understand: bullshit. That said, I have felt from the beginning that those who chase or deliberately infect have self worth issues. Or don't have any regard for their well being or anyone else's. I have found from experience that if you try to educate a chaser, more often than not, he just moves on to someone else that will infect him. I've also found that they can be extremely uneducated. They think it's a pass to fuck with anyone they want with no fear. That is a foolish notion since it cuts your pool of men who are willing to fuck a poz guy down quite a bit. I've had far less sex since being poz than I did before being poz. And they also don't think of the ramifications of being poz when it comes to one's health. But while I think education is key, I still believe it's something deeper emotionally or mentally. But again, I don't think the OP had any of this kind of conversation in mind when he posted. He was purely attacking. While I don't dwell on having HIV every moment of every day, I don't need some asshat coming on here and making me feel even less human for having it.

My Three Way With Two Barrio Boys (This story is related to Barrio Boy Gives Me a Load - https://breeding.zone/topic/35460-barrio-boy-gives-me-a-load/ ). I was still grappling with the raw pig inside of me wanting to get out. Besides a lover I had about that time who only fucked me raw (we both had tested negative just before meeting), I still played safe except for the occasional hook up, usually when I was drinking way too much and feeling less inhibited. But oh the guilt after! I had gone back to the streets around the clubs on North Main in San Antonio a few times to see if I could meet the barrio boy that had fucked me raw in the parking lot, but never saw him. I did hook up with a couple other guys from the barrio, however they were nothing memorable, they all played safe, and the only real excitement was not knowing if they were gay, bi, or what. There was one car though that I saw several times cruising the area, a dark blue/black Chevy Caprice. The guy driving looked Hispanic, about my age, mid-20s, he usually had a bandana around his forehead, cigarette in one hand, and he would drive by slow, look, but never stopped or gave any other indication he was interested. It had been a few months since I had been to those clubs and as spring approached, things in the city got crazy as the Latin singer Selena had just been murdered. One of her clothing stores was on Broadway Boulevard just two blocks from my house – less as the crow flies as I could see its parking lot from my back deck. Hundreds of people from all over Texas descended on the store, which quickly became a makeshift memorial to Selena. The street and parking lots up and down Broadway were filled with cars, people playing her music, just hanging out, and mourning in their own way. The day after it happened I decided to walk over to see the crowds and what was going on. As I got to the end of my street I stopped in the parking lot of this little convenience store to check out all the people and the first care I noticed looked just like the Chevy that I had seen by the clubs. Two guys were sitting on the hood with a six-pack between them and I could swear one of them was the guy I had seen driving. So, I stood off to the side and watched them and everyone else for a while before finally going into the store and buying some beer. I came back out, walked up by the car, and leaned against the wall off to the left so I could get a better look at them. The guy closest to me – the one I thought I had seen before - looked about my age, short buzzed hair with a blue bandana around his forehead, clean cut face. He had on a white tank top with big yellow pit stains, some pretty cool looking tats on his arm, and was pretty built, standing about 6’1, maybe 180 or so. The other guy with him looked about 10 years older, long hair pulled back in a pony tail, thick mustache, no shirt, and he also had some tattoos on his arms. I was on my third beer when they caught me eyeing them. Fuck – I wanted to run! I was so embarrassed, but just nodded and said, “Hey, what’s up?” The guy closest to me said they were just hanging and I could set my beer on their car if I wanted. I said thanks and introduced myself and the younger guy said his name was Diego and introduced me to other guy, but all I caught was “…my cousin...” as I was too busy staring at the bulge in Diego’s pants. With his leg hanging over the side of the hood, the jeans were stretched tight across his thigh and his long, thick, cock clearly showed. DAMN! My ass got wet right then with lust – and again – they caught me looking. Diego didn’t say anything, just turned back toward the street and the crowd while I blushed. I chatted with Diego and his cousin for a while, drank the rest of my 6-pack, and Diego offered me some of his beer. His cousin barely said two words to me, and gathered he spoke mainly Spanish, so I focused my attention on Diego. I had figured my lust was a lost cause, and was just enjoying hanging out, and watching the crowds come and go from across the street at Selena’s store. “You live near here?” Diego finally asked. I was off in lust land looking at his dick again, couldn’t help it. I came back to reality and said, “Yeah, just up the street on the next block and hey, if you guys want a break from the heat (it was only about 80 and about 3:00 in the afternoon, but we were all sweating, so… figured what the hell) you’re welcome to come hang out a bit.” Diego said, I do need to take a piss,” then chatted with his cousin some, who shook his head yes, and it seemed like I had company. I first ran into the store, grabbed a case of beer, hopped in their car, and we drove around the corner and up the block to my house. I showed Diego the bathroom (I wanted to watch so bad), took the beer to kitchen, and then sat down in the living room with his cousin. His cousin just smiled, and worked nursed his beer, so I turned on the TV. As Diego walked back into the living room he was adjusting his dick in his pants – damn – I could not help staring again. This time he did not seem to notice but his cousin sure did. Crap, last thing I needed to do was get grief from some straight dudes in my own house. Diego and his cousin then started speaking in Spanish to each other about something, and I just gulped my beer down and tried not to get scared. Diego then said, “You want to party man?” I said, “Sure, we can hang out.” Diego and his cousin chatted some more, Diego asked if I had any cash as his cousin would go get some food and stuff as he was hungry, so I gave them $50 and said my treat, and his cousin left. As soon as his cousin left Diego asked if I had any movies. I said yeah and knelt down by the TV cabinet to see what I had. He came over and stood by me as I pulled tapes out, his dick inches from my face if I turned to the right, which made it damn hard to focus. I pulled several tapes out tapes out and Diego reached down and grabbed one that I had tried to tuck into the bottom of the pile – some gay porn. Oh fuck – but he just handed it to me and said, “This one.” Hmmm, did not expect that, but yes Sir! I popped it in the VCR, got it going and when I turned around Diego had his pants around his ankles just standing in the middle of my living room with a big old dick pointing straight west! “Suck it for me,” he said, so I scooted over on my knees and started sucking him. He was uncut, and long (one of the longest dicks I had ever seen), and nice and fat. Diego’s dick was so hard the skin was stretched way back down his shaft and the veins were raised up off the shaft. I then realized he had on a LEATHER COCKRING – wow – one of those kinds that have snaps, looked like it was choking his dick, and his balls looked red and angry. Focus – so I just kept sucking him all the while worrying about his cousin who could come back anytime and as the spread between my thumb and pinky is 9 inches and his dick went beyond that, figured he was a good 10, 10 ½ and then started to worry as I was not sure I could take it. “Get some lotion,” Diego said. Huh? I was so focused on his dick, I barely heard him, but scrambled up, went to the bedroom, got a bottle of Vaseline Lotion, some condoms, a towel and the poppers and practically ran back hoping he had not left. He was standing in the same position, facing the TV with his big dick looking even harder. I handed the lotion to him with the condoms, bent over and started hitting the poppers. I was ready for him to ram it in, but was scared and excited, as I wanted it so bad. Instead, I felt his hands on my ass as he knelt behind me and spread my cheeks. His tongue started licking the outer edges of my ass. One cheek, then the next, each lick getting a little closer to my crack. I was in heaven already and started to moan. “You like that?” Diego asked. “Oh yes, please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I started to beg. He kept on licking and then started slurping with his tongue getting closer to my hole and if not for his hands on my hips I would have been jumping all over the place with the excitement his mouth was causing. His tongue then pushed into my hole and I leaned forward more to try to open up. I could not stop moaning at that point as getting my ass ate makes me want to get fucked so bad and this man knew what he was doing! Just when I thought I could not take it anymore and might actually cum, Diego stood up, I heard him squirt some lotion and for a brief second asked in my mind if he had put on a condom? Fuck it – I did not care and right then wanted to feel him cum in me more than anything. So I hit the poppers. Again I expected him to just push his dick in, but he didn’t. He slid a finger up my ass, which made me jump. He pushed it in and pulled it out a little, then worked a second one in. I was not used to being fingered as it often just hurt, but this felt good and I started to moan some more and then heard myself say, “Please fuck me, please fuck me.” Damn – was that my outside voice? Diego said, “What do you want?” So I just started repeating – begging – “PLEASE FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME.” His fingers left my ass and I heard the lotion again. This time it was his dick for sure so I bent over, put my right hand on the coffee table to brace myself, took a big hit of poppers and said again, “Please fuck me.” Diego obliged me as I felt his dick push against my hole and slowly begin to slide in. Fuck – it hurt a little, but I wanted him so badly I started pushing back as I wanted him all inside of me. Another hit of poppers, I felt the warmth of his dick and pushed back again. This time Diego moaned and a few more thrusts and I felt the leather cock ring and his balls hit up against my ass. He stayed like that for a little bit, just buried in my ass before he started shifting his hips to the side, pulling out a little and pushing in, slow and easy - small little circles each time pulling out a little further. I was jerking myself hard and was so horny feeling his cock like that. He reached out, pushed my hand off my dick and said, “No, just feel me.” I never got fucked without jerking my dick, but held back and what an amazing feeling with him slowly grinding in and out of my ass. Diego soon picked up the pace and started doing a straight shot in and out of my hole. Each thrust he would pull back, go balls deep, grunt, pull back, and go balls deep. Faster and faster and now his hips and whole front were slapping up against my ass each time he buried his cock. He then put his hands on my shoulders and I felt him tense up and he shot his load. His legs shook, he grunted, moaned, and said something in Spanish I had no idea what, but hoped it was good. Once he stopped, he just stayed like that and I felt his dick begin to soften and it then slowly slid out my hole. Hot cum began running down my leg and I knew then he had not put the condom on – and I loved it! I went to the bedroom to get another towel and when I came back Diego had his pants pulled up, but had left his tank top off, and was looking through the pile of movies. He stopped the gay porn that was playing, popped in a straight porn, then stood up, came over to me, and started kissing me. My knees literally buckled and I felt weak still feeling the hotness of his cum leaking out my ass and then his kiss. He pulled off my mouth, looked at me, “Did you like?” I had a huge goofy grin and laughed as I replied, “It was awesome, and thank you.” We both grabbed our beers and sat back on the couch. Diego kept leaning over to kiss me and with every thrust of his tongue my dick got a little harder and ass ached a little more with my need to feel him inside me again. By now, cum was leaking out my ass and had made a wet spot in my shorts, so I could feel the wetness as a reminder of his load. About 10 minutes later his cousin came back, walked in, saw the porn playing, lotion and condoms on the coffee table, he looked at Diego, then me, set the food on the coffee table, and said something to Diego in Spanish. Again I had no idea what they were talking about but within seconds his cousin had sat down, was taking his shoes off, and pulling his pants down. I looked from Diego, to him; back to Diego who just smiled and said “He’s wants to fuck you – ok?” Yeah OK! His cousin’s dick was a good 8 inches, fatter than Diego’s, and also uncut. I went over to suck him, but he just turned me around, spit on his hand, rubbed the head of his dick, and pushed it in as I was already full of Diego’s cum. Whew – I hit the poppers, caught my breath, and looked over at Diego who was just watching. The cousin did not last long and fucked faster, faster, then tensed and shot. He yanked out, slapped my ass, and said “Good – hmmm – good.” I now had two loads of cum trying to run down my leg, grabbed the towel, and tried to mop myself up while the cousin got dressed and Diego watched. We then all sat down in the living room and busted open the Mexican fast food the cousin had brought and made small talk, but did not speak a word about them fucking me. However, with every bite of food I kept thinking about their cum in me and hoping I would get more. We finished dinner and it was still early, only about a 5:00 p.m., so I figured they would head out, but Diego said, “You ready to party?” I thought we had been, so not sure what he was talking about, but said sure. His cousin reached into his pants, brought out a bag of white powder, smiled at us, then got down to partying. Before I knew it I was on my knees taking turns sucking on their dicks as they sat on the couch watching the porn. My knees were getting sore, so I grabbed a pillow off the couch and put it under my knees and shifted to a doggy style pose as Diego and his cousin spoke to each other. His cousin got up, pushed the coffee table away from the couch, walked behind me, I heard the lotion squirt, he then sort of bent down and plopped his dick into my hole and started pumping while I continued to suck Diego. WOW! That felt amazing. I didn’t know if it was from partying or just from having a dick in that position, but my ass felt hot and tingly and it felt like I could feel every square inch of his cock, as well as Diego’s dick in my mouth. This time the cousin fucked rough and hard and I had bruises on my hips the next day where he and Diego had grabbed a hold of me and dug in when they fucked that night. My jaw was starting to hurt, and my knees hurt, so I said I needed to stand up and pulled off Diego’s dick and his cousin pulled out and stepped back. I asked them, “Do you want to go to the bedroom?” Diego said, “Sure, but let’s take another hit.” So we partied a little more, drank a little beer, and I led them back to the bedroom suite. The cousin walked straight into the bathroom to piss, and Diego and I lay down on the futon mattress on the floor. Diego laid me on my side, pushed my right leg forward over my left, and pushed his hard dick into my hole like a hot poker going up my ass. It was so hot and for a second afraid something was wrong. I started to push away, and he wrapped his arms around me, leaned over my shoulder, and started licking my ear. DAMN – I melted again and relaxed. About then his cousin came back, knelt on the futon by my head and stuck his dick in my mouth. Diego kept deep dicking my ass while his cousin fucked my mouth. The cousin grabbed both sides of my face and started to really fuck my throat. I choked a little and my eyes started to tear up as he fucked harder and faster and harder and then shot in my mouth. His cum tasted awful. Very musky, rank, and strong, but I swallowed every drop and sucked harder until he pulled out and laid on his back on the futon and closed his eyes. His chest was covered in sweat and he was breathing hard as I ran my hand over his torso as Diego kept fucking me. Diego then said, “Get on your knees.” I pulled off his dick and scooted onto my hands and knees beside his cousin who was still lying there with his eyes closed. Diego pushed his cock back in my ass and was long dicking me, pulling almost all the way and going all the way back in. Nice long, slow, and steady strokes. The poppers seemed to have stopped working and my insides felt like they were clenching up. I asked if we could take a little break and Diego yanked out in one pull, stood up, and headed to the living room. Fuck – I blew it, I thought. He’s pissed. The cousin was still laying there on the futon, so I got up and followed Diego to the living room. He was sitting on the couch and I asked if he was OK, and if he was mad I asked for a break. “No, no, it’s good man,” he said, and so we partied a little more. His cousin soon joined us and we kept watching the porn, partying, and drinking. Soon the cousin’s dick was hard again and I went to get on my knees to suck him, but he kept me standing and turned me around, so my ass was towards him. He then guided me to sit down onto his dick, which went in easy as hell as I was pretty opened up by then. Diego was sitting beside us so I reached over and started stroking his dick. The cousin’s stiff meat felt so good and I started riding up and down as hard as I could and he started to moan. He moaned louder and louder and then shot another load up my ass. Fuck yeah!!! His hot cum started dripping out my ass and my hole throbbed. Condoms were the farthest things from my mind at that point and I just wanted more – more raw dick, more cum, and more cum. Diego then grabbed my hand, pulled me towards him and so I slipped the cousin’s dick out of my ass and stepped over, and backed down on Diego’s. DAMN – forgot how long he was and in that position felt like he was way up in my guts. Diego started thrusting his hips and pushing his dick deeper up into me. My hole was wet and sloppy from all of the cum already up there, and it was making squishy noises as Diego backed my gut pipes up further. He held my hips/ass hard and dug his fingers in as he fucked me. The cousin got off the couch, went to the bathroom, and when he came back he knelt in front of me and put my dick in his mouth. WHAT THE FUCK? I was the bottom – oh fucking hell that felt good and soon cried out, “OH STOP, PLEASE STOP, I’M GOING TO CUM – NO – I CAN’T GET FUCKED AFTER I CUM, NO STOP.” Neither one stopped, Diego fucked harder as he held my arms by my side now and the cousin sucked my dick. I could feel the cum start crawling up my dick and it wouldn’t stop, I couldn’t stop it, and started to shake, twitch and literally convulse as I blew my load into the cousin’s mouth and started moaning and groaning louder than before. My ass clenched up and wrapped tight around the dick in my ass, and this set Diego off as he grabbed my hips like a vice and moaned and groaned as he shot another load of cum deep inside me. Once he stopped shaking, he turned my face to the side and leaned forward, kissed me and filled my mouth with his spit. I could barely breathe. The three of us detangled from each other, I excused myself to use the bathroom, and so much cum and juice came out of me, I could not believe it. I washed my face, went back to the living room, and Diego and his cousin were both sitting on the couch now, naked, passing the party supplies back and forth. I sat on the chair, and joined in. I’m not sure what time it was, but it was dark out, and we spent a while more in the living room with Diego or the cousin fucking me for a few or having me suck their dick, then partying some more, drinking, making small talk, and watching porn. What we talked about I have no idea, even the next day it was sort of a blur, but they did not shoot any more loads, and I was sort of disappointed as while the fucking felt good, I knew I had become a cum hound and just wanted to taste and feel more of their hot loads – the best Mexican food ever! Later, we ended back up in the bedroom with me on my stomach on the futon and the cousin fucking me. My ass did not hurt anymore; I was too fucked up, and was just enjoying feeling the cousin and Diego on me, inside me, us all tangled together. While the cousin fucked me, Diego laid beside me kissing me, from rough and hard, to gentle and sweet, and my mouth was getting fucked by his tongue harder than my ass was getting plowed by the cousin’s dick. At some point I passed out, or fell asleep, and the next thing I remember is strong hand covering my mouth and feeling someone’s body move onto my back and shove their cock into my sloppy hole. Diego. I could not really move my head, but peering to the right could see the cousin was sleeping on the other side of the bed. Diego kept his right hand over my mouth, put his head down against mine, and started nibbling and licking on my left ear. I was feeling more sober by then and my ass hurt – not in a good way – felt like I had been torn up and started to fidget and try to shift a little. Diego just pressed his body harder onto me and pushed his torso a little more forward so his dick pushed deeper and straight down into my hole instead of just going in level. This hurt even more and I started whimper. His grip on my mouth got tighter, his left hand was on my left hip pushing me down, and he angled himself a little to the right and thrust even harder. Right then I wanted him to stop, I could not take any more, but he held me tight and fucked harder, and harder, and harder. Diego leaned into my ear and said “Yeah mi cielo, give it to me, yeah mi cielo. Open that hole.” Between my whimpering and Diego slamming into me I was sure the cousin would wake up, but he kept sleeping. I had no choice but to lie there and take the fucking Diego was giving me and after a while the pain gave way as my dick got hard and my body responded to Diego being inside me. I realized how much I was craving the feeling of his raw dick in my ass and started moaning and trying to push back on him to meet his thrusts. Diego pumped harder and faster and when he shot I could feel him unload in my ass. It felt so warm. He then slid off my back and onto the futon by my right side next to his cousin. His hand was still over my mouth and I started kissing his hand as he relaxed and soon he was asleep. I lay there with my ass throbbing feeling the heat of Diego as he lay beside me and hearing his cousin snore on the other side. We all got up the next morning and I cooked some breakfast as Diego and his cousin took turns showering. When the cousin was in the shower Diego held me close and gave me a long, deep kiss. When I asked him if they had a good time, Diego laughed, smiled, and said, “Oh yeah mi cielo.” I told him I had fun too and hoped I got to see him again. Diego smiled, took my hand and let it rest on his now hardening dick, and as the next batch of pancakes started burn, my ass got set on fire with a rough, dry, morning fuck. I saw Diego almost every Friday night after that for several months. I never knew if Diego was his real first name or last name, where he worked or lived (besides on the West side), or even his phone number. It was all about the dick, ass, and cum, the party and small talk. He always called me, and always showed up on Friday with his cock ring on and his dick hard and throbbing and ready to cum in me and he usually gave me 3 or 4 loads over the course of the night/next morning. A couple more times his cousin showed up too and we would do an all night party and fuck three-way session. They never asked me if the cousin could come by, guess it was something they worked out as he would just show up when Diego was there and jump right in and give me some dick and cum too. Those two barrio boys would wear my ass out on those nights and I would walk funny the rest of the weekend, but every time Diego made sure his was the last cock and load I would get – usually by waking me up in the morning with his cock sliding up my ass and his hand over my mouth as he whispered in my ear, “Yeah mi cielo, give it to me. Open that hole. Yeah mi cielo,” until he flooded me out with his cum.

I can definitely get deeper knees together if youre face down ass up. I luv this position if I'm bottoming. I could litererally get fucked all night in this position. If I'm topping that position will get you more hang time!!! Unless you have the flexibility of a teenager legs apart face down, usually isn't good for the long haul.

I like your truth better, drscorpio.

Spent Saturday looking for loads or asses to breed and ended up playing with 3 guys. First was the poz 19yo twink. We've become regular fuck buddies and play at least once a week. How he ever has cum in his balls is beyond me, the guy is always fucking it seems. Anyway, we swapped loads and also I played with some guy at his hotel and then a guy off Grindr. Both guys loved that my ass was already preloaded, but didn't ask if it was poz cum.

Mungo87 fucking a hot ass. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=mGzOC-G409- Too bad I'm not the one in this video!!

i just topped one of my flight attendents. Mostly a bottom, but he is young and cute and got him drunk on margaritas, and just got backed from his room. Bred him and left him on his bed with my cum leaking out his ass. Fucked plenty of male and female flight attendents over the years.

After the first encounter when he bred me the first time, now he already fucked me two more times. And of course raw. He now basically owns my ass. He forced me to accept my submissiveness and to be his little slut, as he calls me. He treats me only as something that he uses to fuck from time to time. when i arrive at his place he doesnt greet me, he just immediately tells me to get my clothes off and offer my ass on his bed. then he always licks my ass til it is soft and open enough for him and then he pounds me deep and hard. and while he pounds me he lets me know that he is in charge and my ass belongs to him. now every time he unloaded his big load of semen deep inside me, i really enjoyed it. it was always such an incredible moment difficult to describe. he let me know that he put something very valuable inside me and I should be proud of it, to have always his semen inside me. I always give him my ass to breed me and to make sure he has the maximum pleasure inside me

Two days ago I went again to the sexshop I mentioned in my last post on the 24th of December. This time, a friend (another bottom like me) was planning to go there on Monday morning and afternoon, and wanted me to join as fellow slut. I actually took a day off just for that! And this time, to ensure I'd have a maximum amount of cock available, I pulled all the stops: put a message on the sexshop's website that I'd be there (they have a special Dates area especially set up for that, and I always use the same nick there, so people know who I am by now), contacted all my fuckbuddies, etc. Got quite a few replies, one fuckbuddy I hadn't seen in a while that said he would definitely come, quite a few maybes, and a few people who couldn't make it. My message on the website also caused some reactions. On Monday morning, I went there with high hopes . After getting into my jockstrap and getting cleaned out (took me a while, but I ended up squeaky clean for the rest of the day. I'm trying those Chia seeds again), I started walking around. Although it was only 11AM, it was actually quite busy already, but no one who seemed interested in me yet (or me interested in them for that matter). Went to the cellar, checking the cabines. Suddenly saw a gorgeous young Asian guy who had bred me once already in the sexshop, about two months ago. We had kept in touch (I really liked him, and he seemingly really liked me as well, which is quite a boost for my self-esteem I must admit), and I knew he was supposed to come, but I hadn't expected him to do so. He's a really young guy in his 20's, and he was a bit ambivalent about fucking me bare (he found it hot but scary, and is afraid of STDs, and only wanted to fuck me after my next test). In principle he was supposed to come only to watch me get fucked by other guys, but I guess his horniness won out, because within 5 minutes I was lying in the sling with his bare cock inside me! I really loved getting fucked by him again. He's really good-looking (naturally hairless, muscular but not wiry, with a beautiful sixpack), has very sensual lips I love to kiss, and his dick, while average in size, gets really hard and hits me in all the right spots! After fucking me for about a quarter of hour, he finally couldn't hold it and filled my hole with his big load. I literally felt it filling my ass! Such a great feeling. We then thanked each other and he went away. Nobody seemed to come look at the sling, so I started walking around again, when I finally came across my bottom friend . We talked a bit, and then started the hunt separately (we'd see each other often enough during the day!). I walked around again, then saw that one of the cabines was closed, one with a gloryhole to the next, open, cabine. So I decided to check it out. That was a good move, because as soon as my head was at the level of the gloryhole I was greeted by a big half-hard cock that clearly wanted to be sucked! I opened my mouth and let the guy push his dick in it. Wow! Great cock that got bigger and harder in seconds! Could just take it all in my mouth! It was a great feeling, but I really wanted that cock in my ass. I turned around and pushed my ass against the gloryhole. Normally that usually scares guys away, but not this one, and for the second in my life I got fucked through a gloryhole! His dick was bigger than the Asian guy's, but I was so horny it felt great to be stretched open! And the feeling of anonymous raw dick is fantastic! So the guy fucked me for about 5 minutes before I felt him freeze, and I knew he was unloading in me! He pulled out and I turned around to clean his dick. Indeed, some cum was still flowing from his pisshole, and I sucked his cock clean . He left, and I never really got to see what he looked like. Hot! Afterwards met my bottom friend in the cabine with a large orgy bed, told him about the two loads I had already had, when the top who said he would certainly come showed up! He started playing with us (well, mostly with my mate who hadn't had any dick yet and was hungry, and I was kind enough to let him have his pleasure), and the action started attracting quite a few men of all ages! In the end, this turned into a big orgy where my mate and I played the part of the bottom, and got passed around by four main guys: my top fuckbuddy, who unfortunately never got to fuck my ass although he did fuck my mouth a few times, a moustachioed man who has repeatedly bred my ass in the past and got to do it again, an older guy (in his 60's) who is actually another fuckbuddy of mine I kind of lost contact with that actually saw my ad on the website and came especially to see and seed me (he did ), and a guy with a bit of a belly and wearing only a fake leather vest and a cockring, who looked like a bottom but ended up being a savage top with the thickest cock I got all day! Really fucked me hard! There were other guys around, but they didn't fuck. At most I got their dick in my mouth. After about 45 minutes I think (and two loads in my ass), the orgy kind of fizzed out. My mate and I tried to get our breath back and left the cabin, which was starting to feel like a sauna. I heard hot noises from the cabin with the sling and went to check, but the door was closed. I was about to turn around when I felt a naked guy behind me! One of the guys of the orgy that only allowed me to suck them. I knelled there and then to take his dick in my mouth again (short, but hard), when another guy I had not seen yet joined us and pulled out a big nice cock. Sucked that one as well, then turned to give him my hole, which he didn't hesitate to fill bare! So I was there next to a closed door getting spitroasted! I think the guy fucking me ended up breeding me, although I'm not sure, but he left the shop immediately afterwards, so I expect he did. The other guy did blow, but in my mouth. Not too bad though, he had a tasty load . It was the beginning of the afternoon and things started to slow down a little (people do work on Mondays...), but my lucky streak was not finished. After some time walking around, came across a mountain of a guy, who followed me back to the orgy bed. I started sucking him when he mentioned we knew each other over chat! And after a moment I actually remembered who he was! A versa guy who wanted a threesome with me and one of my top fuckbuddies, but due to agenda issues this never worked out. And there he was, totally by chance (as he told me later via chat ). Finally got to feel his nice dick in me. He loved that I was already loaded and didn't last very long, just ten minutes before he filled my already full hole with his load. After he left, I couldn't leave the bed myself before the guy with the fake leather vest and the very thick cock showed up again to fill my hole! Wasn't about to say no! He used me hard for 15 minutes, but had difficulties cumming in my ass. He ended up using my mouth to get over the edge, before pushing his throbbing cock back in my ass to get as much of his load as possible in it. Does it count as a full load or just half? After that, things really slowed down and I didn't get another load in my ass. Did suck a few cocks and got maybe two more loads in my mouth, got the fake leather vest guy to fuck me again for a while, but he didn't cum again. Got to sit on another guy's cock later, but he didn't want to cum yet and I had to leave. So if I counted right and everyone who I think came in me really did, I got 7 loads in my ass that afternoon, which is basically my record (got 7 loads once before, so I didn't break a previous record unfortunately). My ass felt really nice and full for quite a few hours until I couldn't help it anymore and had to let go of some of that seed. Quite a lot poured out! I am a happy slut and hope to be able to repeat such an experience again soon.

As an intentional eunuch, I believe I have some valid perspectives on this subject. In fact, my website, www.ieunuch.com has information on my reasons and methods of killing my nuts. Another source of decent info is www.eunuch.org. While there are the fantasy guys on that site, there are also some very real and interesting men who selected castration (both straight and gay). There are many guys who have a castration fantasy. Much like the world of bug chasing, it can be a real turn on to desire (or pretend to desire) something that others fear or consider taboo. In fact, being castrated is a significant decision. Just like becoming poz, it changes many things. For me, I am quite happy with the effects of no (very very little) testosterone. But, those effects are non-reversible. Just like getting pozzed, you can't go back (I am poz as well). I would gladly chat or e-mail with anyone who is interested in castration. I somewhat joking say I have three programs.....Ask a Eunuch, Know a Eunuch and Fuck a Eunuch. Regardless of your level of interest, I am happy to share my thoughts and experiences. And yeah, even though I am a eunuch, I like to fuck and suck....A LOT!

Marked as His – Hold the Cum in: The Saturday night I first met him was the start of a relationship in which I came to fully accept and embrace my interest in men, as well learn a great deal about many aspects of sex I was previously unfamiliar with. No one that I had met before him had taken me so far beyond the realm of vanilla sex, but he did in so many ways. First, a little more about our times together, including holding his cum in my ass, cuffs and stuff, and then a story of one Sunday afternoon when he had me provide the half-time entertainment during a football game for his friends that still makes me whimper as I was the grand finale when he became a fuck beast and his horse dick buddy went all out on my ass. My BBC owner and I did not ‘date’, did not go out to the movies or dinner, and he never came to my house, but I saw him almost every night for several months when our work schedules allowed as he would call me when he got off work and tell me he wanted some pussy, or would just say, “Come on, you ready?” Some nights he met me at the door naked and hard and would just bend me over and fuck me as soon as the door shut until he shot his nutt in my ass. Other nights he would enter me slow and take his time on the bed using lube. His bed was elevated and was the perfect level to bend over for him to get a straight shot or for me to get on my back. He always had the poppers handy as that seemed to help me open up for him better and his favorite way of fucking ended up having me bent over in front of him with his hands grabbing my shoulders and pulling me into him as he slam fucked. That BBC could stay hard for hours and shoot multiple loads, so whenever I was at his house I had cum dripping out my ass pretty much all the time as he always wanted to plant one nutt right away and then sometimes two or three more throughout the evening. I never quite new what to expect, beyond knowing that I was going to get fucked and he was going to be verbal and nasty, and while it almost always hurt at first, every day I craved and needed him inside me more and more. In between rounds of sex we only talked about simple things and he made it clear he was not interested in talking about his past. I assumed from all the secretness and such that he lived a ‘straight’ life and maybe had been married, especially since he always had straight porn playing. He told me a number of times that there better not be any other dick up my ass besides his unless he told me otherwise. At first, I did not quite know what he meant by that or why would he tell me to fuck with someone else, but I would learn. I always just replied said, “Yes Sir.” One time he added almost as an afterthought, “I fuck any pussy I want, but right now, my dick likes making yours mine.” That was as warm and fuzzy as he got verbally, but falling asleep in his arms with his dick buried inside me and feeling his cum burn my guts was all the assurance I wanted or needed. Even better was being woken up in the middle of the night with his arm around my neck, his hand sliding over my mouth, and him whispering in my ear, “Shhhh, let me in, shhhhh,” as his dick pushed into my ass for another round. - Hold the cum in – My BBC owner always had some new way to surprise and shock my still naïve sexual sensibilities. The second night I stayed over was a Sunday and when I got up to go home he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight by the door and whispered, “Let me have it again.” I just nodded, pulled my shorts down and bent forward and put my hands against the door. He spit on my ass and started fucking, telling me how he could feel his cum from last night up there and how much he liked that. He shot pretty quickly and then turned me to look into his eyes, “I WANT THAT CUM STILL IN THAT PUSSY WHEN YOU COME BACK TONIGHT.” I didn’t know what to say and had never heard of such a thing. Was it even possible? So I just nodded, pulled my shorts up and left. I was careful when I showered to keep my ass clenched and then spent all day at work worried that my co-workers could smell it, or smell him on me, or what if some leaked out? I finally couldn’t hold it any longer and had to go. When I saw him that night the first thing he asked was if I still had his cum. When I told him no and started to apologize I could see the disappointment in his eyes and he did not say a word, but fucked me anyways. That became a fairly regular routine where he would stop me by the door, give me another load, and tell me, “I want that cum still in that pussy when you come back tonight.” It was a couple visits later when I did come back with his cum still inside me and his eyes almost glowed as he got an evil grin on his face when I nodded and said, “Yes Sir, I still have your cum.” I then gasped as he tried to literally rip my shorts off as he pushed me onto the tiled floor of the entryway. He had been aggressive and rough before, but nothing like this. He was like a total beast, grunting as he got me down and worked his own clothes off and pulled his straining dick it. I was afraid and confused as I was not quite sure if he was upset with me or what, but I figured his hard dick was a good sign. Hold the Cum In Turns into- Racial Rape Play and Misc Fun - That was the first time we did racial rape play. Once I was laying flat on the floor he sort of squatted over my back, reached around and shoved his left hand into my mouth. He then almost growled, “Fucking white bitch, I’m gonna rape that pussy with this “N-” dick.” He took his hand out of my mouth, grabbed my t-shirt that he had ripped off and shoved it my mouth instead. I tried to wiggle a little and he slapped my ass with a full arm swing. “Fucking bitch,” – then he dropped down on me and went balls deep. As he did he pushed my head down to the floor and I tried to make noise but with the t-shirt in my mouth could do nothing but grunt. With every thrust he told me he was raping my white pussy, giving me his “N-” cum and how he could feel his cum up there making it easy for him to go deep and rip my second hole. Just as I thought he was going to cum, he stopped, yanked out, and pushed me into the bathroom, bent me over the vanity and sink, and slid back up my ass. The verbal and dick assault continued. He moved his hands from my shoulders to my hips and grabbed a handful of flesh in each hand, squeezed hard and started grunting as he dicked me faster and faster and in about 10 strokes he shot. He literally screamed out when cummed and his whole body shivered. We stood like that for a while and then his cock slid out and he pushed me into the tub. “Kneel,” he ordered. I did and soon felt him start pissing on me. This was the first time we had done water sports and he did not tell me to drink it or what, but I opened my mouth and took what I could. When he finished he told me to clean up and he walked out. Every time I would come over and tell him I still had his cum in me it was like that. He would get even more intense and very racially verbal and then piss on me in the tub. There were lots of things in addition to water sports that he liked. He enjoyed pissing in my ass sometimes and then fucking me. Sometimes he would hand cuff my hands around the bed post and fuck me bent over as I tried to stand/keep my balance using the post as a shoulder rest. One night he got out strawberries and whipped cream and shoved the strawberry up my ass and then ate it out. Holy FUCK! I had had my ass licked before, but nothing like that. My cock was dripping and I was begging him to fuck me. He then put the whip cream on his balls and I spent a long while licking and sucking his nuts. He was never really much into oral sex, which was fine with me and while he would have me suck him occasionally, it always progressed quickly to fucking. Marked as His –Sunday Football Fun – I’m the half-time Show and the Grand Finale was one for the Books My BBC owner and I had been seeing each other for a couple months when one Sunday afternoon he had me provide the half-time entertainment during a football game that still makes me whimper. Usually he always fucked me before sending me home, but that Sunday he didn’t, he just told me to be back to his place early that afternoon as he had some things to do and not to be late. He called me later and told me to pick up some chips and salsa and stuff at the store. When I arrived back at his place, he let me in and I noticed that he had plates out, and snacks, and stuff for drinks, and I was sort of confused. I asked what was going on and he said later, and to just help him, so I did. He then handed me a beer and told me to drink it up as he wanted me to get a nice buzz on and enjoy myself today. Soon everything was set up and he directed me to the bedroom, laid me on the bed, pulled my ass to the edge, put my heels on his shoulders and started to fuck me raw. He shot fairly quickly – for him – and when he pulled out he said, “Just stay there,” and then he went in and hopped in the shower. So I lay on the bed and waited. He came out, dried off, got dressed in some clean clothes, came over and sat on the bed and told me to sit beside him. This was sort of weird and I knew something was up. “You’re my pussy,” he said, “and as I’ve told you, I’ve marked you as mine. I also told you no other dick better be in you unless I say so – right?” I just nodded, afraid as I knew I had not played with anyone else, but did he think I had? What was going on? He continued, “I got a few buddies coming over this afternoon to watch the football game.” I started to say something as I had never met any of his friends, but he kept talking, “…and I want you to stay in here and keep the door closed. I’m going to want more of that pussy today because my boys and I are going to party really hard and have a good time while we watch the game and that makes me really horny.” I could not imagine how he could get hornier than he always seemed, but did not say anything and kept listening. “So you stay in here, and I have something else for you.” He then reached into his nightstand and pulled out a blindfold. “I’ll bring in a bunch of beer for you, and you can watch the little TV – but low.” The big TV in his bedroom always had the straight porn playing. “Put this blindfold on your head. When you hear the door open to the bedroom I want you to put it over your eyes, and then lean over the right side of the bed with your ass in the air and be ready with the lube and poppers. I promise you, that pussy will be used and you better keep the cum in you.” The bedroom had a little entry hallway from the living room that had closets and stuff in it so there was always advanced warning when someone was coming in. I told him, “OK”, he nodded and left the bedroom shutting the door behind him. I lay back on the bed and must have dozed off a little and woke up a bit later and had to take a minute to orient myself as he had blackout curtains in his bedroom so it was always pitch dark no matter the time of day except for the light from the TV playing straight porn. I noticed he had a new film playing, it was still a black on white girl gangbang, but was one I had not noticed before. I could faintly hear muffled voices coming down the hallway, and occasional laughter, so assumed some of his friends had arrived. I turned over and turned the little black and white TV on. He had brought me a red cooler filled with beer, so I had downed 2 and was on number 3 when I heard the door open. I immediately slid the blindfold down, and scooted off the bed and bent over. I soon felt my BBC owner rubbing my ass cheeks and heard him saying, “Hmmmm…..Hmmmmm.” Then he slapped my ass hard and I yelped a little, but then said, “Yes, please”. He moved close up against my side. I could feel his dick through his pants and he bent down and said into my ear, “Not right now, but I’ll be back very soon.” I could tell he had been partying and drinking and was disappointed he was not going to fuck me, but then remembered his friends were here. He then left me alone once again. I climbed back up onto the bed and slammed beer 4 and 5. It was only about 20 minutes since he left and I was part way through beer 6 and feeling a good buzz when I heard the door. I scrambled back off the bid, slid the blindfold down, and waited for him as I was horny and wanted him inside me. It seemed like I waited forever and then I felt him squeeze my left ass check, then my right as he stood behind me. Wait – no – IT WASN’T HIM! I started to freak a little and almost stood up to ask what the hell. My mind raced. This must be one of his friends, but I belonged to my BBC. He would get angry. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? I then started to stand up and felt another hand push me back down. I then heard my BBC friend’s voice as he leaned in and whispered into my ear. “My friend here needs a little pussy and I told him you got some good white pussy, so I’ll be back later.” He the let go of me and the guy behind me started rubbing my ass. The new guy grabbed my left arm and pulled me down towards the floor. I heard him unzip his pants and he pushed my head into his crotch. I started to suck on his dick, which was not that big, but got hard pretty quick. He then pushed me back off his dick, I stood up, bent back over, and felt him squeeze some lube into my ass. He then started rubbing his dick up and down the crack and then popped it into my hole. The anonymous guy in my ass did not say a word, just made a little noise with each thrust. He did not fuck really hard or fast, sort of steady and even and soon shot his cum. I did not feel it, but could tell as his dick throbbed and he grunted. He pulled out and I heard what I thought was someone talking, but figured they were cheering the game or something. As I heard the door to the bedroom open and close I started to straighten up and heard my BBC friend say, “Get down.” Where did he come from? He must not have left. I heard him unzip his pants and felt his big cock head push against my ass. He slid all the way in and leaned on my back. “GOOD PUSSY, FUCK BITCH! NICE WARM PUSSY, WORKING THAT CUM IN YOU – AH FUCK YEAH!!” and then he shot. He pulled out, grabbed my head and said, “Lick it off,” then left. I padded into the bathroom and let out a bladder of beer, all the while making sure to clench my hole to keep the cum in. I climbed up on the bed and slammed another beer. I was sort of hurt and confused as I thought I was ‘his’, how could he let that guy fuck me? But as my ass throbbed and I felt the cum on the edges of my hole, I realized he must have liked watching that guy and knowing his cum was in me. He was sharing me with his friend, and he wouldn’t do that if he didn’t want to admit fucking me. So I figured what the hell that was fun to do once. Little did I know. Maybe 10 minutes had gone by and I heard the door again, so I got into position and took a hit of poppers. I heard pants unzip and drop. They had keys in the pocket and kept rattling and it sounded like his foot was caught. My friend did not have keys in his pocket, so his friend must have come back. I soon felt a big finger go up my slick asshole and it made me jump. No, this was a different guy, and he fingered me 3 or 4 times, pulled it out, then I felt the head of his dick at my hole. It just paused there and felt like he was jerking it a little. I heard the lube spit out, and felt him jerking again. He must be watching the porn and decided to jerk off on my ass. I was wrong. “Oh baby,” he said, grabbed my hips and drove his cock in. His cock was fatter than my friends, so my ass resisted. “God damn it!” and he pushed again. This time my ass hole spread enough and he shoved further in. I grunted with the pain as his cock was even fatter at the base and it made my ass burn. “Oh baby, oh baby,” he kept saying over and over as he fucked. He pulled all the way out twice and shoved it back in making me take hits of poppers each time to deal with it. He started fucking rougher and deeper and I was not sure I could take it anymore. I put my hand back on his leg and he slapped it away and thrust harder. He then pistol fucked me taking his cock out to the end of his head and slamming back in faster and faster. “OH BABY,” he said really loudly, shuddered, “Shit shit shit SHIT!!!” and then his whole body shook. “Shit!” I could feel his cum hitting the sides of my guts from his jet-fueled squirts. He yanked out making me gasp, went into the bathroom, washed off in the sink, and then I heard him leave. God damn that hurt! I was breathing heavy and felt like I had to piss again really bad from all that beer – or the deep fucking. That guy felt like he had hit my kidneys. My legs were aching too and as I stood to stretch I heard the door. NO, I can’t take it again, so I just slumped against the bed. “Smells like fucked pussy.” It was my BBC friend. He stepped up behind me, slid a couple fingers up my ass, moved them around, “Hmmmm, nice and wet” and then pulled them out. He stuck them in my mouth, “You like that pussy? Got you fucked real good, taste that cum, hmmm.” He pulled his fingers out and I said, “I don’t think I can take it anymore and can’t keep the cum from coming out.” My BBC replied, “You’re not done, but I won’t fuck you right now. I know he has a fucking horse dick on him and ain’t gentle, so will give you a minute. Drink up.” Then he left. I went to the bathroom and could not believe how much cum, lube, and ass juices came out. I went back to the bed, stuck my finger in the beer and rubbed it around my tender hole. The sting hurt like hell, but seemed to make it feel better after a few seconds. I drank two beers as fast as I could and was feeling it really kick in. The door opened and the sounds from the living room were really loud. Sounded like more than 3 people – oh damn! I was tempted to stay where I was, but sighed as I did not want to disappoint my fried so I assumed the position. Heard pants unzip, then felt someone sit up on the bed beside me. They then guided my head to their dick and I started sucking. This dick was about the size of the first one but clearly a different guy. He was mumbling “Fuck her, yeah fuck her,” so I knew he was watching the porn. He shot, I swallowed, and he left. As soon as the door closed it opened again so I flipped back over and felt someone behind me. It was the first guy again, at least I was sure from his dick being about that size and again, when he fucked he just made a little noise with each thrust. He did not fuck really hard or fast, sort of steady and even and soon shot his cum. He finished and I felt someone petting my ass. Not my friend, someone else, and he started rubbing my ass round and round as I heard the guy who just fucked me leave. The guy started licking my ass. “Nice ass, there, real nice ass,” he said when he stood up. I heard him spit and braced myself. He was not as big as the horse dicked guy, but he was pretty big, almost as big as my friend. He eased it in, let it sit in my hole a minute once he was in. “Oh yeah, nice ass.” He started stroking my guts and before long I felt him shoot his load. It was hot and seemed to cling to the walls of my ass. He pulled out, patted my ass, said, “Thank you,” and left. I took a deep breath and stood up, but then heard the door again. Damn! I bent over and heard my friend say, “Want me in your pussy? You’ve been good pussy today, yeah real good. We’re at half time, so I brought you some more beer. Drink up. Now hold still and don’t move.” With that he thrust into my ass, did 4 or 5 strokes and then pulled out. “No, not now, I’ll take care of that later, but wanted to work that cum in there a little. No keep it all in until I’m done.” He left, I grabbed a beer, guzzled it down, and rubbed my stomach and ass. My whole body felt on fire and my legs were stiff. Then the door opened. I had just bent over when I heard a guy say, “Get on the bed.” The voice was different from the horse hung guy or the one who patted my ass – fuck someone new. I was sort of pissed, but I laid on the bed with my legs up, heard his pants unzip and drop, he spit on my hole, on his dick, and started fucking me. Don’t these guys believe in lube? Between the beer and all the fucking I was feeling a little out it, but this guy hit every hot spot in my ass and had me squirming and begging, “Please, please, please.” He finished, went to the bathroom, pissed and left. He must have been really horny because before I could finish another beer he was back and again just said “Get on the bed.” After his second load, I got up on the bed feeling exhausted. I had lost all track of time and loads for that matter. How many guys was that? I think it was 5, maybe I took a load I don’t remember, but between the 5 and my friend, I got like 8 or 9 loads. Little did I know there would be a grand finale. Grand Finale – Fuck Beast Vs. Horse Dick I was on my last beer and no one had come in for a while. I really wanted another one, but knew I could not go out there so was trying to figure out what to do when the door opened. I assumed my position, but with a little less enthusiasm. It was my BBC owner. “Here’s some more beer for you. Let me see your pussy.” With that he led me by the arm to the bathroom and had me bend over. He stuck two fingers in my ass, then a third, “Oh yeah, good pussy now, good pussy. Stay like that.” I still had the blindfold on and I heard some rustling and he said, “I got a little something for you. This will make you feel better.” He then used a paper towel and wiped off my ass ring and worked it some inside the hole about a finger’s length. He pulled the towel out, grabbed my waist with his left hand, and with his right stuck two fingers back in. This time it burned a searing pain and I screamed out. He did that a couple more times. “Shhh, this will make that pussy feel real good, really good! Now go lay back down, drink a couple beers really fast and you will be feeling great. I’ll be back in a minute.” The burning in my ass lessened some, and had no idea what was coming. I got back on the bed and started guzzling beer. I started feeling all hot and my ass felt so much better. I then heard the door open. I got in position and waited. It was very quiet and could not hear the game any more, but I did hear whispering. Who was that? My friend said “You’re gonna get that white pussy fucked good! Damn good – gonna fuck you!” He got behind me and started slapping my ass. “Yeah gonna fuck you up, you want that? You want this “N-“ dick? Huh?” and slapped my ass hard. I started to squirm and he pushed on the small of my back. He stood still a minute and then I felt his fingers up my ass again and the searing burning!! “Yeah bitch, that will make you take it.” He then stepped away. I heard more whispering and sounds of someone getting undressed. I then felt some hands spreading my cheeks apart – fuck IT WAS HORSE DICK GUY! I started breathing quickly as I did not think I could take it. He stuck a finger up my ass and my friend told me to hit the poppers. I did and felt that horse dick slam into me. I screamed out and he slapped my ass. “SHUT THE FUCK UP. TAKE THAT DICK, OH YEAH BABY, SOME FUCKING GOOD PUSSY, OH BABY. I GOT SOME CUM FOR YOU, GONNA FUCKING RAPE THAT PUSSY, OH BABY.” My ass was burning so bad and he was going so deep. I tried bracing myself but his weight and the height of the bed made it impossible. I hit the poppers and spilled as much as I sniffed. I heard my friend, “Come on ‘N- fuck it – tear that pussy up! Yeah “N-“, you got it, yeah “N-“ rape that white pussy!” That seemed to excite him as he went deeper and harder. His balls were smacking me and his thighs whacking my ass with each thrust. My friend kept talking dirty to him and he started in to. “Yeah bitch, want this “N-“ cum? Huh bitch? I can’t hear you,” and he cuffed my head, “I asked you a question bitch.” He cuffed me harder. I could barely breathe let alone speak, but said, “Yes, please, fuck me please!” When I said that he grabbed my ass and shot his load swearing with every drop of cum that spurted out. He pulled out and my friend slammed right in. I cried out ,“Stop, stop, please that hurts too much!” He said, “THAT’S THE IDEA, BUT SOON YOU WILL BE BEGGING FOR IT. YOUR PUSSY IS MINE!” He became the fuck beast like he did when I had his cum in my ass when I got back at night, but times 10! I had never been fucked like that by him or anyone. The next several hours were a total blurr. After that first round he let me gulp down a beer. I had so much cum and juice running down my legs. I felt around for the towel, but he told me to leave it. The horse dick guy pushed me up on the bed and flipped me on my back. I took a big hit as I expected him to slam it. “YOU WANT SOME DICK? HOW’S THAT PUSSY DOING? YOU WANT SOME MORE DICK?” I said, “Yes, yes, yes,” but he asked again. I said louder now, “RAPE MY PUSSY!” He laughed and slammed it all the way in. My hole did not resist this time, but gulped him up. Whatever they had done to make my ass feel better had worked because I wanted more. He then lowered down over me, put his arms around me, picked me up and he sat on the bed with me impaled on his dick. He then pounded and I hung on begging louder and louder for him to fuck my pussy. He shot a load, then dropped me on the bed and my BBC owner climbed up and went right in. This is how the rest of the grand finale went. Me begging louder and louder for more and more, and for them to fuck me, and them obliging me with the roughest fuck they could give while telling me how they were going to rape my white pussy with their “N-“ dick and every time they heard me whimper in ecstasy they got even nastier. They took turns so when one finished, the next was ready to go again. A few of the fucks were kind of slow, but by that point I was trying to grab them to make them thrust harder. Sometimes I would suck on one tasting the mix of all the loads and lube and ass juice, while the other one fucked me. We’d take a short break as I gulped a beer or pissed, and then start again in another position. I totally lost track of time and how many loads I took, but I was in heaven. A few times I could have sworn there was someone else who had joined in who was fucking me too. Even though I was pretty drunk, and blindfolded, just the sounds and sense of the room would change, but I never knew for sure. When they had fucked me all they could, I lay on the bed exhausted and covered in their fluids. My ass throbbed and ached, but it was such an amazing feeling not only having been so full physically, but knowing how much I had pleased them and how satisfied that made me feel. My BBY owner came in, got in the bed, gently removed my blindfold, leaned over and kissed me goodnight. He never mentioned that day again, but he did pimp me out to the horse dick guy one more time after that, and that was even wilder than the first session, but that is a story for another time.

My last load came from this guy in The Bronx. hot 20something Puerto Rican top who was really verbal. We also recorded a bit too since we both enjoy that. His dick was about 8" cut with a FAT mushroom head. after sucking on my hole for a few minutes, we started out missionary. the feeling of his dick opening me up was indescribable. we eventually finished with him fucking me on my stomach.... i could feel my hole get full with his cum. so hot!

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.

This is one of the hottest story ever posted. Please write some more.

CHPT 7 - Harold’s Wrath: Another raw dick was breeding my bruised ass, but Curtis’ last, drunk words kept repeating in my head like a broken record, “Yep, sissy cunt is all yours until I open first thing Monday morning. If I don’t have to get out my first aid kit when I can come back, you ain’t dones your jobs right.” The group of black guys gang banging me were taking him at his word of no limits as every one of them made sure to lay their hands on me, to add to the swelling around my eye, my bruised neck, cut lip, and more as they shot their charged loads into me. I was left tied up with the duct tape around my wrists and ankles as each of the guys planted a load up my ass, some for the second time since I had joined them in the theater at ROXIES. My cries, screams, and moans mingled in nicely with the chick being banged on the movie screen and my ass was quickly leaking loads and juice as the guys used me for their perverted pleasure. Even though was I was high, I managed to keep track – I thought – of who had fucked me, and knew I would get a break as soon as the guy in my ass now finished. His dick was big, thick, and long like all the rest and intent on doing serious damage. Every thrust in my ass rocked me back and forth, my guts automatically clenching, trying to milk his nutt, “Damn white pussy is gaping yo,” he said to no one in particular as he dug up in me. We were on the cushion in the middle of the group of guys who, now that the initial novelty had worn off, were not all watching us, but talking, partying, and hanging to wait their turn. “I’m a sissy cunt,” was all I could say, which just made him laugh, shake his head, and say, “Yeah you are, that’s for sure. So sissy cunt, ready for some more load up there? Yeah? GGGRRRRRRR……..” My ass felt so empty when he pulled out and I looked around anxiously needing more dick, but at the same time hoping they were done. My hopes were dashed as the short, light skinned guy with mini-dreads threw open the door to the store and came strolling in followed by several more guys who all looked like they just walked off the fucking football field. “Time to tag out boys and get a break, the second shift has arrived!” he yelled and all the guys stood up, whooped, said their hellos, restocked the cooler, lit up fresh smokes and joints. I had learned the short guy was sort of the leader of this twisted pack of souls and everyone called him Unc. Some sort of nick name I guess, and I was too fucked up too ask, and no one felt like they needed to explain. With fresh blood in the pack, Unc kneeled down beside me, rolled me so I was sitting up, turned me around so I was facing the movie screen making me squint and blink from the change in light. “How you doing sissy bitch? Getting that cunt worked out?” I nodded as he jabbed a couple fingers into my hole making my body tense, he then inspected the glistening gobs that clung to his hand in the light of the porn flick, smeared them across my lips and said, “Taste the cum. That’s it. Lick those lips. Savor it – damn you nasty! While my boys get settled, time for me to get mine.” Unc then flipped open a switch blade, sliced through the duct tape, and with an evil grin on his face ripped it off my legs, making me scream as it tore the hair out by the roots. He reached for my arms, slice the tape, but before he could rip it off I quickly snatched them away and started to tease it off myself. Unc grabbed me by the scruff of the neck, helped me up, and staggered me to the far corner where I had been fucked earlier. “Bend over like you were back in the booths. I want to pop that hole,” Unc said. I did as he asked and braced myself with my left hand on the wall, my right hand on my knee, as he tried to pop his dick in through my open hole, but I kept moving. SLAP SLAP SLAP, “STAND THE FUCK STILL!” he yelled as I suddenly felt totally sober and the lancing pain throughout my body made me try to stand back up. Unc tried to grab my neck and choke me to hold me, but he was a bit too short, so he growled in frustration, pushed me hard against the wall and snarled, “Stay the fuck here!” and stomped off. I turned and watched him walk away as he stuffed his dick back in his pants and thought I could make a dash for Harold’s room and lock myself in. But Unc was met by the guy who had dropped his ash on my back when he fucked, and who now headed my way. “Hey,” he said as he got close, “Hit this, and remember – EASY!” I took the blunt he offered, hit it, handed it back, and the pain did not go away, but shifted to the side and I wanted dick. I stepped up to him, grabbed his hand, put it back up to my throat where it had been last time, turned, and silently begged him to fuck me as I ground my hips back against his dick. The guy just laughed, “Damn whore! You already got a couple of my loads swimming around up in there. Besides, Unc’s on deck,” and with that he handed me the joint, then when I was done, left me standing alone in the corner. The sound of the party was pretty loud even standing under the speakers for the movie as the new guys mixed with the old and they all got fucked up and worked up and ready for me. Me. Me. I was…..no, who ‘me’ was did not matter, I just needed some more dick. Unc then appeared through the haze of smoke and light carrying a couple things in his hand. He dropped his supplies in a little pile, put a joint between his teeth, bent down, and picked up a length of rope with some metal rings in it. Unc placed it around my neck nice and tight, wrapped around my neck twice, and trailed a length of it down my back through one of the metal rings. The rope was scratchy, itchy, and rough and I turned around to complain and eyed Unc as he casually held the joint to his lips and squinted through the smoke, slowly wrapped a few lengths of rope around his right hand with a slow, fluid motion. When the rope was taught, he yanked it hard, pulling me right up to him. Unc then blew the smoke in my face, stinging my eyes, and said, “Now SLUT! Bend the fuck back over so I can POP that pussy and you ain’t running this time! Unc yanked the rope hard, pushed me into the corner, and drove his dick towards my dripping hole. I was overcome with need and desire and begged, “CONVERT MY SISSY CUNT, GIVE ME YOUR DICK, CONVERT ME – PLEASE!!!” Unc popped through my hole making me cry out as he told me I was a good sissy and how fucking wet my hole was. The rope around my neck made it hard to breathe, but I didn’t care and continued to beg for his load, which he soon rewarded me with. As I knelt to lick his still hard dick clean he said, “See how much better charged cum tastes? And how much better raw dick feels? You just wait, I’ve guaranteed after tonight you’ll be such a cum starved, black dick hungry whore nothing else will matter except how freaky and nasty they can get up in your hole.” Unc loosed the grip on the rope, let me stand, zipped up his pants, and led me back to the group. “LISTEN UP FELLAS!” Unc yelled as he led me between a couple guys and back into the middle of the group of men, several of whom had their dicks out, stroking, eagerly eyeing me up and down, “I PROMISED YOU A TASTE OF THIS HERE-FINE-PINK-SISSY-CUNT. FUCK THAT! I WANT YOU TO HAVE THE WHOLE FUCKING FEAST! HEAR ME! YOU ARE HERE FOR ONE REASON ONLY – USE THIS BITCH RIGHT AND CONVERT THIS SISSY AND TRAIN THAT PUSSY HOW TO TAKE BLACK DICK THE RIGHT WAY! HEAR ME!” Unc dropped the rope, smiled as he walked past me and grabbed a chair, there was a slight pause and quiet, before the whoops, cat calls, and promises to show me what a black dick was made for began. The rope was quickly snapped up and I was dragged towards the couch so quickly I fell, but they did not stop and tore up my knees on the concrete floor on the way there. I was quickly surrounded by fresh, throbbing dick all eager to be licked and sucked, but first someone stuck a fresh smoke between my lips, which I hit hard before my throat was filled. Not satisfied with just watching me suck dick, they paused long enough to make me stand before stuffing my throat again and slamming my ass. I had cum in my throat, on my face, so many loads up my ass it just kept running out and with every smoke and every dick, I just wanted it harder, deeper, and to feel their loads and hear them tell me how they were knocking me up. I loved how verbal they all were and while I should have felt ashamed, embarrassed or whatever for being used like that it was the exact opposite – I was proud, honored, and used every second to learn how to please a BBC the right way. There was no foreplay, my ass was so open they all could just slam right in from the get go and repeatedly told me how good my pussy felt. At some point someone took the rope off, I guess they realized when I was pushing back to meet every thrust I had no plans to run, and I was fucked on the couch, bent over chairs, held up my a couple guys, taken back to the corner where I was slapped around and bruised more by a couple guys who wanted a rough rape, and more. I was given various smokes, beer, and a couple times had the piss literally fucked out of me, which was the wildest sensation. I guess Curtis knew what he was doing not letting me eat as more than once as someone in the gang remarked how clean and wet my ass was – just charged nutt, pussy juice, and red streaks. It seemed like all the guys were taking a break at the same time and I was so fucking hungry for dick, I was walking through the group trying to grab dick and entice somebody – anybody – to fuck me. Unc chuckled, “Jesus, you a hungry slut ain’t you? Well you just wait. Tonight’s special will be here soon.” I didn’t know what that meant so took the joint he offered, hit it, and continued on my quest for more dick. Several minutes later as the tall guy who had first fucked me gave me another load, Unc walked up, dropped the rope at my feet and said to the tall guy, “Put this on him and finish up. He’s here.” The tall guy spurted in my ass, put the rope around my neck super tight and when I tried to adjust it slapped me hard on the side of the head before roughly dragging me back to the group. Unc handed me a new joint and said, “This one is tight shit – hit it HARD – you will need – no WANT - to be high for this.” I did as he ordered, went to hand it back but he just waved for me to keep smoking so I did, and quickly started to spin out, felt so fucking hot, my guts clenched and cum ran down my legs in torrents as Unc spoke. “LISTEN UP. THE NIGHT’S FAR FROM FUCKING OVER, BUT WE GOT OURSELVES A SPECIAL GUEST DICK IN THE HOUSE! A TRUE SUPER MOTHA FUCKING FREAK, MY COUSIN BILLY JEANS WHO IS IN FROM L.A. Y’ALL KNOW BILLY, HE GREW UP IN THESE PARTS, BUT AS SOON AS THOSE FOLKS SAW THAT HORSE DICK OF HIS – WHOOSH – HE WAS OFF AND FUCKING EVERY PUSSY IN PORN UP AND DOWN THE WEST COAST. WELL WHEN I TOLD BILLY WHAT WAS UP TONIGHT, HE WANTED IN, AND I MEAN DEEP IN!!” Everyone was laughing, whooping, and I was confused. That new smoke was fucking me up bad and I was in a haze as Unc guided me over to the couch, which had now been pushed into the corner, the cushions piled up over the end of the arm. Unc had me bend over the end of the couch, slapped my ass several times real hard, then stepped away as the chorus of cheers and whooping grew louder. I still didn’t understand and swiveled my head around as the gang of men all got closer around the couch as a huge shadow started to loom out of the smoky haze. This fucker of a man was a monster and I thought Curtis and Harold were giants – this dude made them look like twinks! A sharp pain blistered my back as the new fucker – Billy the porn star – striped my back and ass with his belt. I covered my head, whimpered and pleaded, the belt jangled to the floor as Billy got close. The crowd of bangers stood silent, Billy grabbed a handful of my flesh and ass in each hand and literally lifted me in the air off the couch, digging his nails deep into my tissue. I yelped, he dropped me like a stone, and I gasped as the wind was knocked out of me on the couch arm. Billy dug into my flesh again, pulled me back, and I felt the blunt head of his elephant dick press against my wet hole. I begged for him to stop, but the cheers of the crowd drowned out my voice, and the searing, blistering pain of him pushing inside me told me he had not heard, or did not care. I screamed as loud as I could as Billy’s mammoth dick raped me raw. All the other dicks were like nothing compared to him and even through the drugs, my mind could not fucking handle what was happening and after several terrifying moments, I passed out. When I came too, it was to the sound of voices hollering, loud bangs, people swearing and hollering. I was on the couch and the guy fucking me had one leg up on the couch and the other on the floor and kept telling me to shush, don’t worry, just some crazy fucka gone off as he used my shredded hole. Every thrust felt like nails. I wanted – no needed for it to stop and tried pushing him off, but he just slapped me hard and I was out again. The next thing I remember was AJ standing over me, dabbing at my face with a wet cloth. “Fuck boy! You was gone! Out! Like fucking bus to no wheres!” he said. I had no idea what he meant and moaned as I rolled over and saw Curtis standing in the middle of the floor, Walgreens bag in his hand as he stood over a slumped body. My entire being was on fire as I stumbled towards him and in the light of the porn vid on the theater screen saw that it was Harold! I knelt beside Harold’s still body, stroked his face, which was cut, bloody, swollen. Curtis hauled off and slapped me upside the head, ‘THIS IS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT! HE TRIED TO GET THOSE BOYS OFF YOU AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!” Curtis grabbed my arm, dragged me back to the couch, unbuttoned his pants and let me see his already hard dick. “BEND THE FUCK OVER!” he yelled as he slapped me again. Curtis’ dick was like nothing after the gangbang and I even chuckled out loud at how tiny he felt. That just pissed him off and so he kept slapping me as he fucked me and added his nutt to every other perverted fuck in town. “THAT’S IT RUN. RUN CUNT. SHOW WHAT A WORTHLESS SISSY YOU ARE,” Curtis yelled as he lanced my hole with his dick and I wondered, doesn’t he have any other lines? When Curtis was done, he yanked his dick out, pulled up his pants, and he and AJ dragged Harold into our room, with me stumbling behind. They dropped Harold onto the bed, along with the bag from Walgreens that contained alcohol, cotton squares, ace bandages, bandaids, and more. Curtis looked at me, shook his head and said, “That shit was for you. But hell – clean both yourselves up,” and quickly left. AJ hesitated, like he wanted to fuck, but Curtis yelled and AJ ran like a pathetic puppy after him. The door to the bathroom was unlocked, so I wet a towel in the sink and began to attend to Harold’s wounds. Fuck. He was beat up bad. It was like the whole fucking gang had taken a turn on him all at the same time, which must have been the only way this could have happened as Harold looked like he could handle himself in a fight. Harold moaned a little as I worked to get his now shredded overalls off him and then sighed as I rolled him over, his body flinching every time I dabbed alcohol on the cuts and wounds on his back. When I felt I had done all I could, I drank some water, searched for some food even though I would not find any, and laid down beside Harold as he continued to moan in pain. I don’t know how many hours later that it was or even what fucking day, but when I awoke, Harold was laying on his side, looking at me, his face swollen, looking as bad as I felt. His left hand was on my stomach, burning hot, and he frowned, “I’m sorry I could not get there sooner beautiful, I tried, I tried,” and he closed his eyes. Fuck, what did he feel guilty about? I rolled onto my side to face him, scooted over as close to his body as I could, kissed him, and said, “Oh Daddy, I missed you and none of this was your fault! It was Unc, him and his fucking gang…but…I….I’m a sissy cunt and that is what I was made for.” Harold sighed, stroked my head, caressed my body, making goose bumps pop up all over me even in the heat and humidity. “MMHHHH…” Harold mumbled, “Remember on the roof I said you got my babies now you sissy cunt. And I think that pussy is ready for the next step?” I nodded, and with both of us moaning in pain, Harold rolled me onto my back, spit on the head of his dick, eased into my ripped up ass, and then – after a long pause – filled my guts with his piss. I felt so bloated, full, and nasty, and Harold just smiled as he dribbled the last drops of his toxic piss in my ass and then begun to long stroke my hole as my guts made a sloshing sound that filled the whole room. Harold’s body spasmed as he bred me, his cum mixing with his piss while his mouth covered mine in spit. When he was done and he began to pull out, I clenched my ass as tight as I could, but still some of his piss ran out. Harold laughed, laid back, sighed, then climbed over me and opened the small refrigerator. He pulled out the box with his diamond stud earrings and the small tray of ice cubes. He set those down, dug around in a pile of crap on the lower shelf, pulled out a needle and thread, tossed the thread to side, held the needle down by his dick slit, and dribble some piss onto it. Harold rolled me onto my stomach and placed a big hand over my mouth. He then took an ice cube and held it to my left ear as he held my head on its side. After about a minute Harold dropped the ice cube in front of my face and said, “Take a deep breath beautiful. Just focus on my dick in that sweet ass, feel me swelling inside you, fuck this is hot, marking you, and let it out on 3. One, two, ...” “OH SHIT!” I screamed into his hand. Harold had pierced my ear, he then pulled out one of his diamond studs, dipped it in some of the alcohol that Curtis had brought, and secured it in place in my left ear. He repeated the process on the right side and I was soon wearing both of Harold’s diamond stud earrings. I was so fucking turned on I yelled, “LET ME PLEASE YOU DADDY, FUCK MY CUNT, FUCK IT WIDE OPEN, GIMME THAT NUTT!!!” Harold pummeled my hole, our bodies in pain, yet the bliss of being together took that all away. After Harold creampied my shredded ass again, I rolled onto my back, smiled, and said, “Thanks T2,” which made him laugh. That was the nickname he preferred, like Mr. T the Second or T2, but most folks didn’t get it – I sure didn’t when I met him – which is why he let me call him Harold. He hugged me tight, his grimey and bruised body melding to mine, as he smirked and said, “You know cum makes the best lube?” I laughed, my body aching, “Yeah, I wonder where I heard that?” Harold kissed me now long and hard now as he positioned me on my back to fuck my hole in deep, long strokes. I could tell he had not brushed his teeth in days, and the funk of liquor, cigarettes, pot, and more was overwhelming, but I opened my mouth and sucked it all in. As Harold fucked me, I stroked the angel wing tattoos that ran up each side of his neck. They fluttered with every thrust, and I remembered all he had done to try to protect me from Unc and his gang and pulled Harold deeper in my ass. Harold and I stayed in our room for several days to recover from our respective beat downs. I did not sleep well and kept having nightmares about the gang, and imagining that they had used a baseball bat on my ass, and more. Harold was really angry when he had explored my body and saw the burns, the swollen eye, the belt buckle cuts, all the bruises, but I always managed to sooth his mind by riding his dick – or so I thought. Curtis came and got me every day to give me my shots of drugs and his blood, and to fuck me, usually bent over his desk, but he didn’t have me do anything crazy. Sounds sort of silly now that it seemed normal at that point, and while Harold let me go, he tensed every time Curtis came around One day after we had both fairly recovered, Harold was leaning against the concrete block wall on the dirty bed, the filthy sheets tangled in a heap at the end where we had kicked them last night when he had fucked me before he went to sleep. The room was stale with cum and piss and ass. Harold used me as his urinal too and I pissed for both of us. Curtis kept me loaded with his cum too, as well as fresh smokes, so I continued to please him by being drunk, high, or full of dick at all times. I had Harold’s balls in my mouth and was rolling them back and forth when Curtis came in, looking angry. I let one slip out of my mouth, which stuck to his thigh as I angled my head a little to see Curtis looming over us, while Harold kept his hand on the back of my head. “If I found out you had any fucking thing to do with this – you won’t be needing those balls anymore. Now let the sissy up, he’s got work to do,” Curtis spat. My mind quickly tried to figure out what Curtis was talking about, but then he continued when Harold did not reply, “What? You’re gonna fucking sit there and tell me you had nothing to do with Unc and three of his boys being fucked up? They will likely never walk again!” Curtis was now screaming. “Someone – took a fucking bat to their legs and arms and literally pulverized every fucking bone and then burned down his God damn trailer!” I stopped sucking Harold’s ball, and wondered if he could have hurt those guys like that and while I wasn’t afraid for myself, I looked up at Harold who just smirked at Curtis and said, “Naw, don’t know nothing bout that, and as you see, I’m busy right now, how about you come back later?” Curtis was shocked, his body tensed like he was ready to fight, but he huffed, stormed out and slammed the door. Harold patted my head as I opened my mouth to ask the obvious question, he then put one hand over my mouth, shook his head, smiled, and said “Alright beautiful. My balls are full. My dick is aching, and I know that pussy is wet. Wag that hole for me.” I took Harold’s right hand held it up, to my face and eyed the fresh, bloody cuts and marks on his knuckles. I saw the swelling and black and blue and said nothing. I kissed his hand gently, set it down on the mattress, straddled his raging black dick, and sank down on him. “MY NAME IS SISSY CUNT DADDY – FUCK ME!!!!” STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 8: Pa and Brett Return **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

As Skinhead left, I noticed that there was bunch of men all standing at the open doorway. I assume they must have heard the action in our stall. Will and Stefan were standing at the back of the guys. Both had an expression of lust on their faces but Stefan especially looked like he was so proud of Artur. Will later told me that there were peep holes in the stall walls. He, Artur and several men had watched as Skinhead bred us both. Will said Skinhead was a local and had an infamous reputation. I didn't know what Will meant by infamous and he wouldn't elaborate when I asked. It wasn't comfortable lying with my back on top of Artur's front so I started to get off. Before I had a chance to do so, the guys at the doorway walked in to the stall. One guy aged around 30 already had his cock out and it was rock solid. His cock was about six inches long but fairly fat. He was cut which was not common here in Amsterdam it seemed. He stood at the foot of the sling immediately in front of our two exposed asses which were now dripping with Skinhead's seed. He slid full length into me in one hard quick thrust and I knew he hadn't had time to rubber up. Fuck, it felt so good! I moaned in disappointment as he pulled his cock out of me but in the next second he rammed it back in, balls deep. As he hammered my ass, I remember thinking I was so born to take the raw cock and seed from any and every man who wanted me and I would never stop doing so. I was shocked and at the same time turned on by this realisation. Not for the first time, I wondered what Will had turned me into. After maybe two minutes, the guy pulled his cock completely out my ass, not having shot. Artur then started groaning and it was clear the cock was now entering his ass. The guy bent over and kissed me in a dirty raunchy manner as he was breeding Artur's ass. I heard shouts from the guys encouraging him to shoot into the “darker guy's ass” and “breed him”. The same voices then spoke in Dutch and German, presumably repeating the same request. It took me a few seconds before I realised that it was Will and Stefan's voices. Whether it was their encouragement or not to breed Artur, the guy's fucking got harder and faster and all of a sudden he screamed into my face “.......I am shooting my seed into your boyfriend and breeding him up...”. (Little did he know, that Artur was not my boyfriend.) He wasn't finished yet though and proceeded to hammer Artur's ass for maybe another five minutes or so before he pulled out, turned around and walked out. Not one word of thanks or 'that was good guys'. I could see another guy was moving in to have a go but I knew I had to get up. I was uncomfortable so it must have been so bad for poor Artur underneath me. As I got onto my feet the guy didn't waste any time before he was balls deep in Artur. I looked around to see his cock pull out and he was also raw. The guy was maybe 45 and had about a seven incher. Another guy moved to the head of the sling and pushed his cock into Artur's face. His cock was about seven inches but had a bend in it facing left. It was such a turn on to see Artur sucking on one cock whilst another one was breeding his ass. So many men came into the stall there wasn't much room to move around. Eventually, the guy started making fast breathing sounds and had a look of ecstasy on his face, almost an agony sort of look, and it was clear that Artur was getting another load of seed. When he pulled out, yet another guy moved between Artur's legs. He started to pull a condom onto what looked like an eight inch cock. A hand stopped him and when I looked up it was Stefan who told the guy “no condom”. Stefan told the guy that that Artur was his boyfriend and it was raw or nothing. The guy was clearly conflicted. He came to a decision and said “OK, your choice”. With that he pushed his raw cock into Artur. Whether it was the fact he was raw or not I don't know but he lasted only about 30 seconds before shooting his load balls deep in to Artur's ass. He quickly pulled out looking like he regretted going raw and he left the stall just as quick as he had shot. Seed was dripping out of Artur and pooling on the floor. I bent over and as I was licking up the seed from the floor, some guy pushed his cock into my ass. I wont bore you guys with the same details as essentially for the next 45 or 50 minutes guys after guy bred Artur and I. We were exhausted by the time Will and Stefan broke it up and took us upstairs for a drink and rest. I could feel the seed leaking from my ass and knew the wet patch on my pants would be bigger than before. As we stood drinking I noticed a good number of men nod and wink at each other whilst saying something to each other about Artur and I.

We left the bar and went over to Warmoesstraat and entered another bar which had a totally different atmosphere: there were a lot more guys in leather gear, ranging from jackets, pants to harnesses, as well as a number of skinhead type guys. Stefan got us some beers and we stood checking out the men, or I should say they were checking-out us, as Artur and I as we were by far the youngest guys there. I was embarrassed by the big wet patch on my pants as it was all around the ass and crotch area. Will thought it was hot as it showed how much of a cum slut I had become. I saw several men looking at the patch, although looking back, maybe they were just checking out my ass. "Why not go down stairs and have some fun," Will suggested to Artur and me, adding "I'll join you later." He also told us to take-off our T shirts before we did so, volunteering to hold them. The basement was not so much as maze as the previous one. It had a smaller number of stalls, one of which contained a sling. There was a darkroom, or more like a darkened room, as it did hot have a door or curtain. It was packed full of men having sex. I could hear hard ass fucking in one of the stalls and yelling that I could not understand. Artur nudged me with his elbow and my eyes followed where he was looking: a skinhead was staring at us. And when I say he was staring, I'm not exaggerating. It wasn't the usual, casual glance guys generally use when checking-out another guy. No, the skinhead was fully and exclusively focused on us. Not surprisingly I felt somewhat uncomfortable and looked away, but not before noticing the skinhead was in his mid-20s, had a shaved head, was about 5' 10" tall, wore a Fred Perry shirt, tight patchy bleached jeans and boots that went half way up his calves. He had a metal ring in his septum, so a bit of the ring entered each nostril. In addition, metal studs were embedded in his forehead and some sort of ear rings on the lobes of his ears which held open large holes. Oh, and a large bulge down his left pants leg advertised his cock and balls. As you might expect, I couldn't help myself but look briefly back to see if he was still staring. He was and did so for the next five minutes or so. He had no expression of ….hi guys, I like you and want to fuck.... It felt a bit hostile. Suddenly he nodded to the stall, containing the sling, looked at us and went in to it. Although we couldn't speak each others language, it didn't take a genius to work out that we were both intimidated. We made no move to follow the skinhead. Maybe two minutes later he came to the stall doorway. Presumably, as we hadn't moved, the skinhead then rubbed his crotch and nodded his head backwards to indicate that we should join him. Artur surprised me as without a word he started walking towards the stall. When the skinhead saw this be backed further into the doorway. As the invite was for us both I followed Artur, not sure if I was doing so to ensure there were two of us in case of trouble or because of was intrigued. The second we had cleared the doorway, the skinhead locked the stall up. I admit I felt panicky as we were trapped. I was ready to yell for help at the top of my voice. He stood staring at us, he eyes moving from our faces slowly down to our feet. I didn't know what to do as I was afraid any movement or gesture might lead to trouble. The skinhead then said something in what sounded Dutch. As we didn't respond he then said in broken English to turn around so he could see us from behind. Not wanting to antagonise him, I did so and Artur followed my lead. (You might recall that Artur can only speak German so he didn't know what had been said.) After we did so, the skinhead told us to take our pants off. I noticed his bulge had changed to a boner down his jeans. I sensed we were not going to get a beating and it was sex the guy wanted. We both did as he asked and took our pants off. Both Artur and I were boned solid. After staring at us again, the skinhead indicated that Artur was to get into the sling. If the atmosphere had not been so tense it would have been comical watching Artur try to get in the sling. It was clear that like me, he had not been in one before. The skinhead helped by roughly putting Artur's feet into supports. He told me to go the the side and kiss Artur. A few seconds after my lips met Artur's, the skinhead leaned forward and suddenly spat onto our mouths. We were both shocked and when I tried to pull away the skinhead forced my head into Artur and made us kiss with the spit on our lips. Whilst he ground my face against Artur, the skinhead was speaking something I didn't understand. The skinhead then took of his shirt and pulled down his pants so they were stuck against the top of his boots. His body was lean and so very hard looking. He had a big red and black tattoo around his left nipple. The same design as the earlier guy from the other bar had on his crotch. He had a wide silver ring around his cock and balls. His cock was concrete solid about 7 inches long and average thickness. The head of his cock had a metal bar though it. I'd seen a PA before but never a bar! He told me to kneel and when I did so he pulled my head towards his cock and told me to lick it. I went to suck but he said “NO -lick it first, bitch”. I followed his instruction and licked the head. It was so odd felling the edge of the metal rod on my tongue. His cock head tasted of beer piss. He then pulled me further onto his cock and had me suck the entire length as he stared down watching me do it. A minute or so later, he pulled out my mouth and went over and had Artur lick and suck him. The skinhead told me to get to the other side and kiss his cock at the same time as Artur. I did so and could feel Artur's tongue as we both worked on the head and then the length of the cock. As we did so, Skinhead told us that we were “young bitches that he was going breed, a fuck we would never forget”. I couldn't help but bone when he said “breed” as I wanted his cock in me raw, although I was worried by taking the rodded cock head. He said “so you want then then, you dirty bitch”. He pulled back and told me to get on the sling. It was difficult but I ended up lying on top of Artur. It couldn't have been comfortable for him. Skinhead put my legs up on the sling supports and it meant my exposed ass hole was only inches above Artur's. He then bent down and looked at our asses. I felt a hand, then finger at my ass and he said “fuck bitch you have been bred already tonight, not the same for your friend, I am going to breed my seed into you both.” I then felt his face at my ass and then his tongue roughly licking my fuck hole. Fuck he was good and he had me groaning. I felt his lips completely surround my ass lips and he began sucking real hard. He pulled back and said to squeeze the seed out which he knew I'd have in me. He sucked again and I managed to give him some. He immediately went to Artur's ass and I guessed he was licking that seed into his fuck hole. I realised the skinhead was getting both our holes ready for his cock. After going from my ass to Artur's and back again for maybe 5 minutes the skinhead stood up. He told us to get ready for breeding. He said that as I was the wettest, I would be first. With that I felt his cock head at my ass hole. I was thinking fuck will that metal bar hurt? Although he clearly liked it rough, he was gentle as he slid his cock head into me. To be honest I couldn't feel the metal bar. Once the head was inside, he slid the entire length into me in one quick deep thrust. Had I not already been fucked so many times that night it would have hurt. He slammed his cock into me again and again. He pulled out and although I couldn't see it, I could tell by the noises Artur was making that the cock was at his ass. I knew when he entered Artur ass by the groan he made. It seemed the skinhead took longer before he slid completely into Artur. He thrusted into Artur's ass and by now the Skinhead was moaning. All of a sudden he spat in my face again. Skinhead then pulled out of Artur and said he was going to go from one ass to the other and back again so that we shared all the cum in my ass and each others ass juices. Fuck guys, not only was the breeding fuck awesome in itself but the mental knowledge that skinhead was deliberately mixing our juices and the seed from all the earlier guys was too much. I shot all over my stomach. Skinhead wiped my seed up with his hand, rubbed it all over his cock and rammed it into Artur and hammered it into his ass walls. I heard Artur shoot under me. Skinhead started thrusting real hard and fast and I could tell he was close. He yelled to Artur he began shooting into him. Real quick he pulled out of Artur and pushed into me and I could feel skinhead cock still shooting as I also took his seed. He held into me until he stopped shooting. For the next 5 minutes or so skinhead continued to go from one ass to another fucking us as he had stayed boned. Finally he slid out of us, pulled up his pants, picked up his shirt and said “thanks bitches - enjoy my seed” then left the stall, leaving the door open. I was still lying on top of Artur, our ass holes exposed! More later guys!

The next morning the cum had dried in my bed and I was horny. This is where the advantage of a gay hotel comes in. I jumped onto grindr, and after five minutes someone knocked at the door. It was a handsome guy, in his early 30s, with a nice seven and a half-inch cock, who only played safe. I hoped this would be as amazing as the cocks I had had the night before. We kissed, I sucked his beautiful cock and then he proceeded to fuck me. The sex was good, but something felt different and unnatural. I didn’t feel him the way I had felt the guys last night. He smiled, I smiled back, we kissed, he fucked and came. I came as well, but certainly not in the volume I had the night before. He tossed the condom in the bin, put his bathrobe back on and disappeared. I felt my hole. Cum must had still been in there, because we didn’t use that much lube. I played around, massaged it and got horny again. What was happening to me? I checked my grindr conversation again. He said he was neg. He looked neg. I leaned over, took the condom out of the bin. He left a decent load in there. I smelled it and my cock jumped into action again. I tipped a small amount on my finger and licked it. Hmmmm, that taste. I started wanking while I emptied the condom in my mouth. What a taste! And what a load I produced. After I came I felt disgusted by myself. Again. I ran to the bathroom, and rinsed my mouth with mouthwash. I looked up and stared at the guy in the mirror. What was this city doing to me? What was I turning into? I showered, got dressed and met the others for breakfast, traveling to a nice cafe in a nearby suburb, where we sat outside, chatting and watching families with children, old couples with their grandchildren and young couples. My friends discussed their hopes for children, and discussed the merits of one name over another. All the while, however, all I could think about was cock. I looked at the husbands, wondered what their raw cocks would feel like, and what their cum would taste like. Again, I was shocked by myself. After breakfast, the couple wanted to go to a museum, my mate wanted to do to some shopping, but I just wanted some alone time to understand what was happening to me, so I went back to the hotel, changed into my speedos and went up to the spa. It was completely empty which was great. The hot tub on the deck was just what I needed. I relaxed and closed my eyes. After maybe half an hour I awoke when two guys in their mid 30s joined me in the tub. “Late night?” smiled one. I returned his smile. The second guy then commented “We saw you taking those guys last night. That was amazing! Your hole must be sore." I turned red and my cock turned hard. “You know, I have never done it before. I have no idea what came over me there. I always play safe and have never been to a darkroom before.” I replied. “Looks like you found your true calling. Hi, my name is Sebastian by the way, but call me Seb.” “Nice to meet you, my name is Steve.” “And I am Christophe.” “How was it taking those raw cocks, Steve?” asked Seb. “It felt amazing” “Yeah once you go bare, you never go back.” “Yeah, I fear so. What about you guys? Do you fuck bare? Not scared of poz?” “We only fuck bare, and have been poz for years. Christophe actually a year longer than me. He gave it to me” Seb said gave Christophe a kiss. They started making out in front of me while smiling at me. “But don’t worry, we are both of meds now.” With that Seb, started kissing me. He then took my hand and I went to the steam room. He pushed me on my knees and I had two beautiful cocks to service. I sucked and licked and swallowed every drop of precum. Christophe pulled me up and turned me around. Started licking me ass again, which was still lose from last night and this morning. Christophe’s cock was about eight inches in length, but thin, whereas Seb’s was only seven inches, but was very thick. Christophe made the first entrance. I felt great. Nothing between me and him. Skin on skin. “How does it feel?” “Amazing” I moaned. “I bet you little slut” Seb chuckled. “Yes, I am a slut” I replied. Christophe picked up speed. His balls were hitting my ass and it felt just right. “Ready for another poz load?” “Fuck yeah." “Wait! Make some room for me!” Seb had been wanking while watching us, but now he slid under us and pushed his cock into me hole. I experienced both pain and pleasure, as did Seb and Christophe. A minute later both exploded in my ass, and I couldn’t hold it much longer either. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Take our loads!” I just moaned and blew another record load. I couldn’t talk. Reality hit. I felt awful. Another two loads. I was pushing my luck. I have lost control over myself. Again. It felt right while doing it, but now, I felt disgusted. I was shaking, cold sweat and hated myself. A pig, I was a dirty pig. A slut. Conflicted, I returned to my room and sat in the shower for an hour trying to wash it all off, but I couldn’t. I was scared of what was coming next. I knew where the path was leading me, I knew what was happening, but I was scared. Yet, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop it....

In my case is exactly the opposite.... I'm a total, 110% top, but I'm not dominant in any form... I don't consider myself as submissive, but is generally my bottom who takes the rhythm of the fuck. I'm attracted to the aggressive bottoms also

12/30 2pm. Thought I was going to spend this new year's eve watching the ball drop on tv, but just got a call from a pretty hot guy, according to his profile on here, who checked out my escort ad on one of the websites and wants to hire me for a party he is throwing for his friends tomorrow night for new year's eve in Atlanta. Told me he wanted a bareback chempig bottom escort who liked to party and throw darts and was up to him and his horny hung top friends as their pounded from both ends cumdump all night in the Atlanta area. I got a hardon just thinking about all the cocks spurting cum all night in and on me. So we will see what comes out of it tomorrow and I will report back on Thursday. Hopefully I will get lots of cum in both ends all night! Oink, oink... Ok.... well its 4pm on 12/31 and have started getting ready for tonight. Just finished using the shower shot douche til I am running clean which took awhile but I really got into having the hose nozzle spraying up inside my ass knowing that I was going to get so much cock tonight and had a bottle of used poppers that made it feel oh so good already giving me a leaky hardon. Wish I had gotten some blow or T to start early before the party but will just hope they have a good bit when I get there. The house is off Cascade Road so I know the area is kinda downlow already and the guy told me there was a sling in along with a fuckbench and other stuff that would be found in a playroom. He didn't tell me what to wear except to not shave and he loved my hairy chest so am thinking I am more of a fucktoy and will not be wearing much if anything. Am thinking on taking some leather along in a bag but will probably leave it in the car. Got a nice pair of jeans, a wifebeater tank, and my black boots... so I guess I am ready... Party starts at 7pm and an hour to get there so I guess I just have to wait a few hours more... 6pm on 12/31. All ready to go. Got my bag in the car and just heading out. Wish me luck! New Years Eve (part 2) Got to the address i was given a little ahead of the start of the party and got a good parking space. Guy was suprised that I was a little early, I guess he was used to guys coming in late. I asked about the leather and he said to just leave it in the car. That these guys were not interested in fetish gear only mouth and ass. He went ahead and paid me upfront for the night and showed me wear I could store my clothes in a secure place. He looked me over from head to toe and said yes I would be a great addition to his party and asked how I partied leading me onto the screened in porch in the back of the house. I told him I was pretty open and then he pulled out the glass pipe and I knew I was going to have a great time. He loaded up the bowl and I watched as he first held the pipe up to his lips and smoked and then held it up to mine and then we shotgunned over and over until there was no smoke left and until the bowl was empty. I think he was glad I came early and had this time alone with me to get a sample first. After a couple of bowls, I was starting to get really buzzed. A new guy came out and offered us both a cocktail. I guess he was the hired bartender as he was wearing a formal shirt, bowtie and black jockstrap that was bulging to the point of exploding, or that was what I thought as the meth was making me very horny. They were mixed pretty strong and knew by the taste that as least mine contained some added G. I didn't care as I was part of the hired help as well and knew I was staying the night. I must have drunk mine pretty quick as he asked if I wanted another and then left the room. I have big nips and this guy I guess knew I loved to have my nips played with as he just reached across and started playing with mine. First one, then the other, I could not contain myself and let out a little yelp of delight. He twisted harder and harder and then the second round of drinks arrived, this time with the bartender without his jockstrap sporting a definitely huge hardon. Since the drinks were served at eye level, I could not help but gaze at such a beautiful hairy cock. I opened my mouth to say something but his hard cock was shoved into my mouth instead deep throating and face fucking my mouth grasping my head with both hands and plowing deeper and deeper until I could feel what felt like a bucket of cum hit the back of my throat as I swallowed and choked on all the cum, licking my lips and downing the next cocktail afterwards while my host watched. The host now had me up on my hands and knees on the couch on the porch and inserted a good bootybump up my ass and handed me back the pipe as he had reloaded the bowl and it was great stuff. He started to leave me alone and told me the party would start when I had finished the bowl. Just then the doorbell rang and then again and over and over again. I guess everyone was arriving for the party. I did not care at that point, I had my lighter, a bowl full in my pipe and was starting to feel great!

Steven rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he tried to awaken. He sat down at the desk in the bedroom and lifted up the laptop as he started to think about his day. He was still a bit sleepy and didn't fully process what he saw in front of him until he read it a couple of times over. His boyfriend, Taylor, had apparently forgotten to sign out of facebook. Steven would not have given it a second look except that two words jumped off the screen at him: poz and fuck. Steven did a double-take and re-read the last few messages that appeared on the screen: Mitchell: You want some cock tonight, my little poz cum slut? Steven: Hell yeah! You better fuck me right. ;-) Steven's jaw dropped as he tried to make sense of the message. Was his boyfriend, Taylor, cheating on him? And was he fucking a guy with HIV? Steven couldn't believe it. He read through the series of e-mail messages and his heart sank as he realized that his lover and "Mitchell" had been apparently chatting and fucking for nearly six months. After reading through some of the messages, Steven was starting to piece it all together. His stomach turned as he scanned through and read bits and pieces. Apparently, Taylor met Mitchell at the club. And, Taylor had constructed a web of lies to conceal his affair. Steven's attention jumped across multiple messages: Taylor: I would LOVE to get fucked by your big dick! Mitchell: You know i'm poz , right? Taylor: I don't care. I want to feel you big dick in me raw!!! Mitchell: Good, because your ass is mine! Steven tried to convince himself that it was just dirty talk; and he tried to believe that nothing happened beyond that. The next message he came across was as informative as it was devastating: Taylor: oh my God! my ass is still sore from two days ago! You fucked me so fucking good! I can't get enough! Please fuck me again soon! Mitchell: hehehe .. yeah, I knew you'd like it. I love pumping my cum deep up your ass. Your soo fucking hot. Taylor: I want MORE !!!! Steven was trying to hold back tears, but could not stop reading through the messages. He scanned for his name, in the hopes that maybe his lover felt some kind of regret; and he continued to try and make sense of why his love of three years would cheat on him, let alone with a guy with HIV. Another series of messages caught his eye: Mitchell: Do you ever feel guilty for cheating on Steven? Taylor: Not really .. I really like Steven. He's really sweet. But, he's so bad in bed; and he has such a tiny dick. Im doing him a favor by being with him. I don't think anybody would stay with him as long as me. Mitchell: Oh, so you just love me for my big cock then? Taylor: Noo ! I LOVE everything about you ! You're perfect! Your face is gorgeous, your body is flawless .. that would be enough. Your huge cock is just a bonus! Mitchell: Good .. you're gonna get some more bonus tonight. ;-) He was so upset, that Steven was trembling. Steven knew that he was "below average" down there. And he always felt a little clumsy in bed. But, he never felt that he was bad in bed. Was he? The realization that Steven was a terrible fuck coupled with a tiny cock raised his blood pressure; and he felt his face heating up as his frustration continued to build. The next series of messages were almost impossible for him to believe. Mitchell: So, do you think Steven realized I was fucking you when you were on the phone with him earlier? Taylor: Nahh .. he had no clue. When I came home, everything was normal and boring as usual. Mitchell : Cool .. that was hott! You were so loud when I was drilling you. I can't believe he didn't catch on. Taylor: I know .. I almost dropped the phone when you started ramming me. lol. Steven tried to comprehend what he was reading. He then recalled the time Taylor called him and "stubbed his toe" as Taylor explained. Steven replayed the conversation in his mind and made the terrible realization of what actually occurred. Taylor was out of breath and in pain, as Stephen recalled. Taylor said he "stubbed his toe" and that's why he was cursing in pain .. "fuck! shit! fuck! fuck!" As Stephen remember the conversation, his anger swelled; but he was surprised to find that his cock was swelling just as much. "How could he talk to me while he was getting fucked?" Steven wondered as he found himself unexepectedly turned on at the thought of it. He contiuned to peruse the messages and came across another exchange that caught his eye: Taylor: Oh fuck .. I had a sticky situation with Steven. Mitchell: ?? Taylor: well, last night after you fucked me, i came home and went right to bed. i was too tired to shower. this morning when i woke up, i felt my boxers were wet near my ass. and mitchell had spooned me when i slept. i checked the front of his boxers and they were all wet. your load leaked out of me as i slept and drenched both mine and his boxers. LOL Mitchell: hilarious! what did you do ? Taylor: I kinda freaked for a moment. then i decided to just pull his boxers down and give him head. i then cleaned up his cum with his wet boxers. i hope you don't mind me rubbing your cum on his dick. lol. Mitchell: LMAO .. well from what you told me about his little loads, sounds like he could use some more cum on his dick. Taylor: haha.. true! damn, i wanna get fucked right now. maybe i'll call in sick to work. Tears streamed down Steven's face. He never felt so humiliated in all his life. Yet, he was also surprised to find out how hard he had become as he read it. He wasn't just upset. He was jealous of Taylor. Clearly Taylor was crazy about Mitchell and his big cock. For a moment, Steven had wanted to know what that felt like. He continued scrolling through conversations, especially wanting to find out why Taylor would fuck a hiv + guy. Mitchell: so, when ru gonna get tested? Taylor: idk .. i don't really wanna know. i mean im prolly poz by now since i've taken so many of your loads. Mitchell: yeah .. could be .. i'm on meds with a low viral count .. but u can still get pozzed. ru cool with that? Taylor: ive thought about it a lot, obviously. but it's a small price to pay for the best fucks of my life. i can't ever stop taking your cock!!! Mitchell: good, i can't get enough of your ass. Steven was so confused. Taylor never bottomed for him. The best Steven could hope for was oral. And Steven felt like a fool for believing the excuses Taylor made up. Apparently, Taylor didn't have gastrointestinal problems like he led on (his reason for no anal.) And Taylor was never into topping. Some of the more infuriating messages were the shortest ones that Steven read. Taylor: FUCK ME SOON! I NEED IT ! I NEED YOUR BIG DICK! CALL ME SOON! Steven realized that he was now stroking his cock as he read through the Facebook messages. He was still upset, but more turned on that he ever imagined he could be by such a discovery. As his excitement began to trump his anger, he continued to quickly scan through messages for more hints of the sexcapades his "little poz cum slut" had partaken. Taylor: I've never had ass to mouth before. That was awesome ! I love having you fill both holes! Mitchell: yeah that was hott! glad i got to cum some in each hole. you deep throat well. sorry i choked you a few times. Taylor: don't worry, i fucking loved that! so much fucking cock in my mouth was intense. i can't decide if i like ur dick in my mouth or ass more. Mitchell: well i'll just keep fucking both like today, then. Taylor: FUCK yes !!! Steven jerked his little cock furiously, now hoping to read more of these indiscretions. Taylor: man, that was crazy! if Steven had woken up, we would have been seriously busted. but that was so fucking hot! Mitchell: i knew you'd like that. next time we should crack the door open while i fuck you in the hallway. Taylor: hell no! LOL .. i'm surprised he didn't hear me moan through the door. it's a good thing you had your hand around my mouth. we shouldn't fuck in my house any more, mitch, unless it's an emergency. ;-) i don't wanna ruin a good thing! Mitchell: yeah, true. i hope he didn't step in any cum the next morning on his way into the bathroom. Steven was close to cumming, but yearned for some more hot sex stories in the messages, and Taylor's inbox was not short on good reading material. Mitchell: so what did you think of Marcus? Taylor: oh he was good .. not as good as you though. I liked that he came first. Mitchell: oh yeah .. it was good to use his cum as lube. Taylor: I KNOW ! i LOVED that. Mitchell: he's in town a few more days. u wanna play some more? Taylor: YES!!! as much as we can !!!! i'll be sore for a month, but i don't care! Mitchell: wow .. you really love poz cock up your ass don't you? Taylor: omg, you guys just know how to fuck! Mitchell: i've got another friend you'll like. he's hung and poz too. Taylor: GIVE ME!!! and let me know if there's anything else u want me to do with you. i'll do anything for you!!! Mitchell: anything?! Taylor: Yes ! ANYTHING ! Mitchell: good because next time i fuck you, i'm gonna piss in your mouth and ass afterwards. Taylor: oh shit, that sounds fucking hott ! Mitchell: you're gonne be leaking my cum and piss out your hole all night. Taylor: i want it! when can i see you next? Mitchell: whenever ur free next , ur mine. Taylor: FUCK YES ! Steven couldn't take it any more, he jerked his tiny dick with wild abandon as he imagined his boyfriend getting pummeled by large cocks and opening his mouth to a load of dirty piss. Within seconds, Steven's tiny load made it's appearance and left a few drips on his lower belly. After a few moments, Steven returned to reality; and felt the shame and anger building once again. Moreover, though, he felt oddly motivated now. He opened a new tab in the web browser and started to post an ad on Craigslist, entitled: Seeking Hung Poz Cock. If you can't beat them, join them, Steven thought to himself.

PART III I stared at Coach Pitt’s cock. It twitched every few seconds, a steady stream of precum sliding into the ridges of his furry abs. He saw me staring and grinned. “You like my dick, boy?” I nodded eagerly, and my own cock twitched. He grabbed my fat piece of meat and whistled. “Goddamn, Lance—you’ve got a pretty hot cock yourself.” He kissed me again, then looked me square in the eyes. “Now, listen: I promised Coach Strickland that he could watch me destroy your virginity. But before that happens, I’d really like to see you worship my cock. You wanna worship Coach’s cock?” “Fuck yeah, Coach.” “Then get on your knees, boy.” I knelt down in front of him, inhaling the scent of his fur and his precum and his sweaty crotch. I’d only sucked a few cocks before, and hadn’t really gotten the hang of it. But I’d never touched a cock like this. As I stared at the veiny shaft glistening with precum, my hunger for Coach’s dick activated instincts I didn't know were there. I wrapped my mouth eagerly around his mushroom head and began sucking on it like his seed was the only thing keeping me alive—first swallowing a few inches, then slowly engulfing more and more of it in my mouth. I wanted to please and worship this man more than anything else in the world. “Good boy,” he growled. “That’s a very, very good boy. You know, Lance, I suspected you were probably a hungry little fag, but I had no idea what a natural pig I had on my hands. I can already tell that you’re gonna make me so proud.” I murmured with pleasure as I kept creeping my lips down the length of his cock. He moaned, and I tasted his DNA as it dripped steadily down the back of my throat. “Turn around,” he said. “I wanna munch on that sweet little jockbutt.” I spun around for him. He gently pushed down on the small of my back so that my spine arched, then he positioned my legs to expose my hole even more. “Spread it, pig,” he said, and I reached back and spread my hungry butt. “Just like that. I like to see you just totally open and vulnerable. Submissive. Proud of your role as a chemmed-up cumhole.” With that, he dove right into my wide-open butt. I gasped as he buried his face in me, and I could hear him growl and snort as he spit and chewed and tongued my tight hole. I whimpered. Then he pulled me upright, turned my head to the side, and kissed me. “Your hole tastes fuckin’ awesome,” he said to me. “When I’m fucking you, I’ll pull out from time to time and shove my cock down your throat. That way you can taste your hot little boybutt all over my raw dick. Got it?” I nodded, and he kissed me a little more. His mouth was full of the same spit that was dripping out of my fuckhole and down my leg. Then he stood up. “OK, boy,” he said with a grin. “It’s time to head to my place and get you knocked up.” He pulled me to my feet and threw me a warm-up jersey. “Just put that on. No underwear. I want you to be naked as soon as possible once we’re inside my house.” Meanwhile, he threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, zipping it up to cover his hairy chest and abs. His hard cock formed a huge tent in his sweats, pulling the elastic band low enough that I could see his pubic hair. As we drove back to his place, he took out his phone and dialed Coach Strickland. “Hey, bud,” he said. “I’ve got the boy with me. We’ll be there in 10 minutes. You wanna get those hits ready? Oh, and by the way—Lance has something to tell you.” He handed the phone to me. “Tell him, Lance. Tell him what you want tonight.” “Hey,” I said. Strickland replied, “Hey, buddy. You got something to tell me?” I hesitated just for a moment, then plunged right in: “I wanna get fucked. I want your raw dick in my hole. I need it. So bad.” “Woof. That’s fuckin’ hot, boy. You gonna make me pull out?” “Fuck no, Coach. Cum in my butt. Please.” “Holy shit, dude. You’re such a fuckin’ good boy.” Here I paused again. I looked over at Coach Pitt, who gave me a little nod. Then I turned back to the phone and said, very quietly, “And one more thing. I want your poz cum.” A long pause. Then Strickland said: “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you, boy.” Another pause. Then I heard myself say, clearly and confidently, “I said I want you to bareback my hungry hole full of poz cum.” Strickland let out a little whoop. “Fuck yeah, you hot little pig! You wanna get inducted into the brotherhood? Wanna get converted?” “Yes please, Coach.” “Good fucking BOY,” he replied, and whooped again. Coach Pitt motioned for me to hand back the phone. “I told you this boy had potential,” he said to Strickland. “But I had no idea just how much. See you in a few.” When we pulled into the garage and closed the door, Strickland walked out to meet us wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I could see the outline of his giant cock through the mesh fabric. His chest and abs were covered with a thin layer of blond fur. I stared at his dick. “Hey, little buddy,” said Strickland. “Get down on your knees and suck my dick.” I obeyed. Kneeling before this studly fucker, I greedily swallowed the giant head of his dick. He grabbed my hair and began easing more and more of his cock into my mouth. “Fuck, dude,” he said. “This fag is a natural cocksucker.” “I know,” said Coach Pitt. “I can’t wait to see how he reacts to a big raw dick in his butt.” With that, Strickland pulled me off his cock and yanked me to my feet. “C’mon inside, boy,” he said. “I’ve prepared a very special surprise for you. You’re gonna fuckin’ love it.” I followed him inside, then downstairs to a dark room that smelled like sweat and piss. Sex toys were everywhere. A sling was in the corner. And on a table near the doorway, I saw three syringes laid out in a row. “Get up in the sling,” said Strickland. “Coach Pitt will secure your hands and feet.” I did as I was told. Taking off the warm-up jersey, I climbed into the sling and put my legs into the stirrups. Coach Pitt winked at me as he secured my hands and feet. Then he grabbed a piece of rubber and tied it around my arm. “Listen, boy,” he said. “This is gonna be really intense, but just trust me. Just go with it. Coach Strickland prepared a big slam for you. That means he’s put drugs into a syringe, and we’re gonna inject it right into your bloodstream. You’ll feel an incredibly intense rush, then you’ll just want dick in your hole. Raw dick. Our dicks. And everyone else’s dicks, too.” “We’re filming this, by the way,” said Strickland, pointing to a camera in the corner. “We want to document your initiation. I don’t care if that makes you uncomfortable. Frankly, in just a few minutes, you won’t care either.” I watched as Coach Pitt secured a rubber strap to his own bicep. Then Strickland handed him a syringe and swabbed my arm with an alcohol pad. “Coach Pitt is gonna do his slam at the same time as you,” Strickland said to me. “That way he can talk you through the initial rush. I’ll slam second. And then, little buddy, we’re both gonna get you fuckin’ pregnant.” He removed the orange cap from the syringe, tapping it to remove any air bubbles. He found a good vein and inserted the needle. He looked back at Coach Pitt, who was doing the same. “Just tell me when you’re ready, Pitt,” he said. I watched as Strickland pulled the plunger back from my syringe, and it turned deep red. “I’ve got a register,” said Coach Pitt. “Fuckin’ do it.” And with that, Strickland undid the rubber strap from my bicep and began pushing down on the plunger. I watched the red liquid disappear into my vein, then felt a scratching at the back of my throat. I coughed violently as a rush of blood and chemicals went to my head. My heart began beating in double time. “Hold your arm up, boy,” said Strickland, showing me how to keep a finger over the entry point. I heard Coach Pitt exhale loudly, growl, and say “Fuck yeah” under his breath. Strickland went off to do his own slam, and Coach Pitt approached me, his giant dick bobbing in front of him, rock-hard. He, too, had his arm in the air, and his eyes were full of crazy, devilish intensity. Meanwhile, I was a little panicked. The rush was more intense than anything I’d ever felt. I couldn’t even begin to process what I was feeling. “It’s OK, boy,” said Coach Pitt, gently. “Just go with it. We gave you a REALLY big hit. Does this make you feel any better?” He ran his hands across my chest, tweaking my nips, then slowly moved his fingers down to my stomach. “Or this?” He inserted two fingers in my hole, and my eyes immediately rolled back in my head. Coach Pitt laughed. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said. “This sweet little fuckhole’s all slammed up, and it’s ready to get fuckin’ pozzed. You want my dick, boy?” “Fuck yeah,” I said, completely blown away by the intense sensation of his fingers in my hole—it was like his fingers were everywhere on my body at once. In fact, my body felt like nothing but a hole. And all I could think was that I needed Coach’s big dick inside me, I needed his sweet fuckin’ seed, I needed his virus, I needed him to mark me, own me, use me, wreck me. “Here you go, pig,” he said, resting the head of his dick against my fuckhole. “Strickland and I are gonna fuck you raw. We’re gonna breed you full of our poz seed. Then we’ll have some buddies come over to work all that cum up inside you, blasting you full of more virus. We’ll do everything we can to get you fuckin’ converted, I promise you.” That’s when he inserted the head of his cock inside my hole. My ass radiated with hunger. My mouth dropped open and my eyes fluttered. Coach Pitt grinned his evil grin. “Want more?” I nodded emphatically. Then I felt him pushing his massive raw shaft inside me, about a half-inch, then pausing, then a half-inch more. “Goddamn,” he said. “I tell ya, Strickland, there’s nothing hotter than fucking a virgin hole that’s just been slammed for the first time. It’s this combination of crazy tightness and insane hunger. His hole is grabbing onto my cock, doing its best to devour it, and his little cunt muscles are trying to catch up. You OK, boy? You want more dick?” By this point, I was grinning stupidly as he slowly impaled me on his raw shaft. I didn’t need to answer. He could see the complete bliss on my face. My wrestling coach, my dream man, was slowly filling my hole with his dick. Surrendering to his cock, feeling him invade me and claim me, I’d found my purpose, or at least part of it. My purpose was to serve and worship men like Coach Pitt, offering my raw hole for them to pound and breed. “I’m not gonna last long,” Coach Pitt said. “This hole is fuckin’ incredible. Boy, you’re gonna get so much cum tonight—you have no idea. How’s that slam feeling?” “I didn’t think it was possible to feel this good,” I said, still grinning from the sensation of being filled by this stud’s giant dick. “I didn’t think I would ever get to see your cock, let alone feel it push inside my fuckhole.” With that, Coach pushed the rest of the way into me, his heavy balls resting against my asscrack. I looked up at him, my vision blurred by the waves of pleasure running up and down my entire body. No rubbers, no barriers—just the skin of his fat mushroom head rubbing against the skin of my hungry virgin hole. “You want my cum, don’t you?” he said, starting to thrust his dick into my jockbutt. “I so fucking want it,” I replied. He smiled. “I’m so glad I get to poz you, Lance. I’m so glad I’m the one who gets to flood your virgin hole with my virus. I’m gonna mark you. You’re gonna be mine. You wanna be mine?” “Yes, Coach,” I said. “Make me yours. All yours. Please. Poz me. Infect me. Give me your virus. Work my slammed-up hole with your raw dick until you pump a load deep. Please.” “I like to hear you beg, boy.” I heard his breath grow shallow. His thrusts went a little deeper. He was close to shooting. “I like to hear you beg for my toxic load. I fuckin’ love it. Sweet little jockboy like you with a hungry bubble butt. You want a poz load, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Poz me. Please.” “Here it comes, you little fucker. You little neg bitchboy. I’m about to blast you full of my fuckin’ poison. Fuckin’ A, Lance—sweet hungry tight virgin fuckhole. Fuck! You know what I’m doing right now, you hot little faggot? I’m. Stealing. Your. Fucking. Boyhood. Fuuuuuuck!” With that, he thrust deep, his whole body convulsing as poz cum pulsed out of his raw dick. Then another pulse. Then another. I felt a wetness and warmth began to flood my guts as Coach’s cock unleashed a ******* of infected seed into my defenseless body. Finally, after the eighth or ninth pulse, he came to a stop. His dick was still hard, still lodged in my cumhole. He looked me in the eye, grinned a huge grin, and said with a growl: “Welcome to the fuckin’ brotherhood, baby boy.” MORE SOON…

It was a long day at the office, in fact, it had been a long week, to be honest, so when Friday finally rolled around, I was horny as fuck. The second I got in my truck, I flipped on Grindr to see who would be my lucky bitch that weekend. Then, less than two miles away was a picture of a chest I definitely recognized. It was tight and tan with sexy nipples. I knew it because I'd been editing a film where I saw that same chest sucked-on, slapped, and blasted with cum. It had been over a month since my crazy fuck session with the guy, John and I'd seen neither him nor his boyfriend at the clubs since. Then again, after being turned into a cum dump, I didn't expect to ever see him again, but here he was online at Grindr, with his familiar stats, saying he was looking for chat only, so I sent him a message. Sup baby boy After about a minute he replied Is this who I think it is? I sent him a picture of my cock as reply and I knew he remembered instantly. It is you! hey whats up! My cock boy. Your ass must be needing a deposit I'm not looking Course you are. You loved getting used rough and abused. You're a natural cum dump. Your ass craved loads and I got a big one for you. I sent him my address and told him to be there in 20 minutes. After walking in the door I lit up a bowl and started stroking waiting for him to show. He arrived five minutes early. I watched him sit in the car and shake his head, clearly debating with himself as to what he was doing. He shakily got out of the car and walked to the front door. I opened the door stark naked with my 8.5 inch boner staring right at him. Once I pulled him inside he dropped to his knees even before the door had latched closed. He began to suck and moan on my cock, so I pushed the back of his head up against the door and began to throat-fuck his big pinoy lips. Drool began to drop from his lips and down his shirt. I pulled it off him quickly and resumed fucking his throat. John gasped and put his hands on my hips for support while I grabbed the sides of his head and fucked away. I had every intention of making this reunion last a while so I had no qualms about cumming more than once. I pushed his head up against the door and slam fucked deep as I unloaded one load into him mouth. It poured all over his chin and cheeks as he coughed and choked. I grabbed his hair after giving him the facial and pulled him tot he living room. I began to smoke my bowl again and john looked as though he might leave. "Where do you think you're going?" "You came already. I thought we were done" John replied, slightly confused. I pushed his topless stud-body to his knees again. "You got more work to do." I stuffed his mouth with my semi-hard cock and smoked. He sucked and moaned more, as I began to devise a plan to do more damage to this stud. "What happened with you and your boyfriend? Still together?" He started to pull off my dick. "Talk with my dick in your mouth! It's good practice." He struggled. "Weeereee still ooogetter." "What you tell him about that night?" "Dat I pashed oot an nutting happed." I smiled when I heard this. "You want some more load up that hole, boy?" His eyes looked up at me pleadingly and he nodded mouth full of dick. I took a big hit, and pulled him off my dick and shotgunned it straight into his mouth. He moaned. I gave him a few more shot guns and I could see his head spinning. I told him to put his shirt back on 'cuz we're going for a ride. He stumbled and I gave him some Gatorade spiked with G hold as we climbed into my truck. He was still trying to pull his shirt over his head. I began to drive and ordered him to drink the Gatoraide. He followed my instructions, perhaps somewhat apprehensive and confused, but nevertheless obedient. Of course he got higher and higher. I parked in front of local adult video store and dragged him inside. The owner saw me and I tossed him a twenty dollar bill to get us into the backrooms. He smirked and nodded, looked John up and down and then gave me a wide, perverted smile. I dragged John's high body to the dark hallway and shut the door behind us. "Where are we?" John asked. "We're at the playground baby boy. Ready to have some fun?" The dark hallway contained eight closet-sized rooms on the right hand side, and at the end of the hallway was a larger room with a big screen, from which the sound of porn was clearly audible. As we walked-in, There were three men standing in the hallway, and from the sounds emanating from some of the cubicles and the larger room, there were definitely a few more guys elsewhere engaged. I dragged John into on of the cubicles, in which there was a crudely cut glory hole which large enough to accommodate my arm. "Strip" I commanded John, once I closed the door to the cubicle. "It's dirty" John began, but I slapped him before he could continue. He was clearly startled at my aggressive behavior, but none the less stripped without further comments. When he was stark naked I pulled out my cock and pushed him back to his knees. The drugs obviously won out over his mind as he began slurping up my cock to full hardness. I watched as two guys piled into the room on the other end of the glory hole and began to watch the sexy stud moan and drool on my dick. I handed John some poppers and began to finger him. His hole had recovered very well from out last encounter. I grabbed his hair after he took a good hit off the poppers and pushed his open mouth to the glory hole. John tried to protest but I had already aligned my dick with his hole and began penetrating his tight big muscle ass. He let out a loud moan which was quickly muted as a decent sized cock from some stranger on the other side of the glory hole began fucking his mouth. I held John in place by his shoulder and my fucking when suddenly the cock in John's mouth began to blow, cum dripping down his chin. I turned him around pushed his ass up against the glory hole. He looked at me shocked and then I saw his eyes widen as I knew another cock had come through the glory hole and began to fuck him. A line began to form outside the other door. Cock after cock began to take turns fucking John's ass. I kept him pressed to the wall, and as soon as a fresh load was shot into John's ass, someone else slid in. I imagine John might have thought that after having swallowed two loads and now been bred, that he was done, but I kept him ass pressed to the glory hole. The fun had only just begun More to cum

When I woke John was still passed out. His body reeked of sex cum and sweat. My dick hardened as I admired his small, muscle stud frame, tied up in the basement bed. I couldn't help but let a smile cross my face, satisfied that now, as a result of my patience and careful planning, this perfect power bottom was ready to be trained and used, however I saw fit. I traced his muscles with my hands, feeling his tight body, taking in his hard work and dedication, knowing I was one of the few who been close enough to enjoy it. I leaned down on his well shaped chest and began sucking on his left nipple. He moaned and arched while he slept, his body bucking against the restraints, gasping as I sucked harder and harder, only to switch to his other nip. I spread his legs to look at his hole, noting that his inner thighs were caked with cum, and that his hole had only barely started to tighten again, the sphincter pulsed and winked, pulling on itself, trying to return to normal. I poured some laced lube on his hole and worked it in using three fingers, massaging it into his battered ass walls. John moaned in gasps as my fingers stretched his shrinking hole, his big muscular ass begging for reprieve, but none would be forthcoming. His eyes opened barely enough to see me then would close again. but his body spoke for itself and began rhythmically to push back down onto my fingers. I climbed on top of him, and positioned my dick against his hole and applied slight pressure. His ass began to swallow me as I slowly pressed in, inch by inch, the warm soft velvet of his hole easily accommodating me. John let out a guttural moan as his back arched again showing his toned muscle under his olive skin as I continued to push in until my balls rested deep on his ass. I placed my hands on his chest, squeezing his muscle and began to slowly pump his hole, the soft warm walls of which greedily gripped my cock. Then, as he relaxed, I withdrew, and his hole would begin to tighten again, only to relax again as I pushed in, squeezing tightly when I was balls-deep. I slowly pumped his hole like this as my sweat began dropped onto his torso, creating pools in the lines of his muscled abs and chest. He was awake now, watching me fuck him, but his eyes were glazed over, his body, (for the most part), limp. Still he watched me fuck him, I assume part of his loving his role in our debauchery, part of it hating me (and himself), but nevertheless he was incapable of doing much more than look back at me, moan, and let his body what it wanted. I picked up tempo, and his head began to move from side to side. and his moaning increased. He was defeated, conquered, and he knew it. He gave in, allowing himself to enjoy our raw, dirty fuck. At some point, when I was fairly sure he was reasonably awake, I reached-over, grabbed the remote off the nightstand, and while balls deep in his ass, flipped on the TV in the basement. His eyes opened wider recognizing the interior shots of the house, including those from security cameras I had installed throughout the house, two in the living room where he had been gangbanged, and one in the basement, telling him "I have every thing on video." He bit his lower lip as I clicked the TV to show the basement camera, which showed me balls deep in his ass. "I'll make a real good video out of you, and all your fun." Then I took hold of his hips, and plowed deeply into his hole. He yelped, grunted, moaned and screamed, all the while his eyes were glued to the image of himself on the TV screen, on which he could see the clear image of me fucking, fucking, fucking away. Finally my balls began to tighten-up and I shot my load onto his hole. Naturally I pushed the load deep into his ass - just for the camera to record. John moaned and bucked, all the while his cock was rock hard. "I think," I said, "you want some more, baby boy." John only bit his bottom lip, nodded and looked as though he might cry. I pushed three fingers into his hole and he sang out moaning. "You like your hole being abused?" I asked him. He nodded vigorously and moaned. "I can''t hear you." I moved my three digits horizontally and vertically and back inside him. "YESSS!" he conceded. "And you want more?" "YES PLEASE!" I pressed my pinky into his hole and his whole body jerked and resisted. "FUUUUCKK!" he moaned. "That's right boy, you asked for more." I poured more lube on his hole and my hand and began to push my four fat digits in and out of his hole. His ass would push back and he was on the edge as I punched his hole with four fingers, over and over again. Then I pushed in deeper and held my fingers there. His head bend down to look as I began to push half my hand into his hole. His moan crossed between a groan and a yell as his ass stretched to accommodate me. As I pressed further into him, I swear I could almost hear his hole stretch open. His hips began to buck, so I used my free hand to press it down until I forced my palm into him. He screamed and moaned and jolted. I twisted my palm around inside him and he bucked and moaned "Oh my god." But now it was my turn to be lost. The soft velvet of his ass needed to be explored. I poured more lube and looked into his eyes, his face a mixture of ecstasy and horror as I pressed even deeper trying to get his hole over my thumb. I pressed and twisted and moved and then finally POP! His ass swallowed the hump of my thumb and my hand plunged into his hole, wrist deep. His whole body shook as I twisted my fist around inside his body. I moved him like a puppet. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his breath very shallow, but he took control of his body, and seemed to command his muscles to relax and with much effort he pushed my hand out of his hole, which was was now fucked beyond compare - it gaped open, winking and stretched. I unrestrained him and flipped over his body, jumped on his ass and began to slam fuck his open hole. My dick slid inside the warm velvet like cutting through warm butter, and with each stroke I felt his hole struggle to tighten up again. Fuck. Finally his ass once again had a firm grip on my cock. He pushed his ass up while moaning into a pillow until l finally pressed myself as deeply as I could go, unloading my second load into his body. John shivered when I pulled out and lay on his stomach, panting. I caught my breath, stood-up, cleaned-up slightly, and pulled out a card from the nightstand and placed it on the bed, and walked out of the basement. Upstairs in the master bedroom, I turned on the video feed and watched John as he rolled over in the basement and touched his hole, feeling how stretched and abused it was. I watched as he picked up the card and read it, which read "I own you. You will always belong to me. My fuck toy. But now, get your clothes and leave. I'll contact you when I want you again. " He curled up in a ball and looked as though he might cry, but instead he rose to his feet, ran up stairs and grabbed his clothing. I had left his phone on the entrance table with a taxi cab number and half the money from the night before. He began to sob as he dressed, but stared at the couch and rug where he'd been fucked so well, a semi-hard rising in his jeans. He wiped his tears, and left. I turned on my computer and began to edit the footage. more to cum

A cheer erupted as six bodies headed for the tight Filipino cum slut bent over the couch. Cum was dripping down his legs and his own cum was caked all over his cock face and body. The first guy to reach him was a 38 year old Latino, Sextex. He was 5'11 190 pounds, smooth body, decently muscular with a nice eight incher. When we exchanged e-mails, he mentioned he was married and wanted to fuck a tight boy-hole discreetly. He grabbed John's hips and slammed his cock into John's hole in one go. John screamed, but Sextex had only just begun. He pulled his dick completely out, and slammed it back all the way in roughly again, making John scream. He repeated his brutal attack again and again, making John's hole squirt cum back on his crotch with each slam. "YEAH!" Sextex growled as he continued his assault on John's ass. You couldn't really say he was fucking - rather he was repeatedly stabbing John's ass, and John screamed with each penetration. Various guest manhandled John's ass, spreading his muscular ass cheeks to assist in Sextex's attack. I noticed that every time Sextex pulled-out John's hole winked closed less and less, becoming more and more used to the giant rod raping him. Sextex's tempo increased but his stroke length was constant, all-in and all-out, ever time. The speed of Sextex's assault began to make John's toes curl and his head flew back. John's wide open mouth was too much of an invitation to pass up, and a 52 year old guy, Olderbrothertype, pushed his nice seven inch dick into John's open mouth. I'd seen Olderbrothertype at the gym plenty of times. He was a fit stud for his age, 5'7 160-170 pounds, with a nice salt 'n' pepper head of hair. One of those guys who has been fit and healthy his entire life. I'd watch him seduce the gym bunnies for months 'till he was fucking studs in the showers who were twice as fit as was he, or getting blow jobs in the sauna. At one point I watched him fuck a local college lightweight wrestler who simultaneously begged an older daddy to breed him. Good times. Now Sextex was fucking John's open, moaning mouth, and after Bigdog's throat-assault, John was doing an impressive job deep-throating Olderbrothertype's cock every time. Drool dripped down his John's chin on to the floor, his throat visibly expanding when Olderbrothertype's cock passed into his throat. Sextex looked up at the ceiling and began fucking on his toes, his eyes rolled back lost. Cheering erupted as everyone watched John's strong hips and butt cheeks move and tense and relax. He was now more of an expert at milking a dick. Olderbrothertype grabbed John's head and shot a heavy thick creamy load on his cheek and proceeded to rub it all over John'is face. Olderbrothertype looked at me, a smile crossing his lips. "Too hot. Couldn't hold it back" he chuckled. I offered him a beer and seat but he said he had to be at the gym in a few hours. He probably had another boy in mind for later but he paused while pulling out his wallet no doubt thinking that maybe this ass was worth more than the one he had in mind, but I shook my head 'no' saying "You didn't breed him, so its free." He smiled and looked back just as Sextex began to growl loud and long, fucking John's milking ass even harder. Then I noticed that, for the first time, John made a noise that sounded like a girl getting fucked. "Next time then," olderbrothertype said to me "see you at the gym." And with that he dressed and left, the whole time smiling. I went back just in time to watch Sextex pull John's hips up to his crotch, and with a grunt, unloaded inside John's ass. "TAKE ME LOAD BITCH!" he growled. "Fuuuuuuuuck yess" John gasped. Sextex pulled out and asking if I had anything to drink. "Water or beer" I mouthed. He smiled and raised one finger in each hand. One of each. I tossed him a bottle of each, and he deftly caught them, walked over to John's head, saying "Clean the the cum and ass juices off my cock. In fact, clean up my whole crotch from your mess, and when you're done, I'll give you some beer." John complied, licking all around Sextex crotch, lapping up the cum his hole had squirted out on to him. And when it came time to clean off his dick he took a swig of beer. Then Sextex slid his cock into John's mouth, enjoying a liquid, cold blow job. Sextex sipped water while letting John clean and massage his cock, giving me an approving smile. I smiled and made a gestured for payment. Sextex nodded, and setting his beer bottle on John's bobbing head, he fucked John's mouth a bit before giving John another swig. As this was going on, another cock was swiftly fucking John's hole, fast going for the cum. He was 28, 5'8 with a decent 7 incher. He moaned fucking John's and John squeezed with his ass cheeks milking it. The top came within a few minutes, asked for the bathroom and took off without paying. 'Damn', I thought, as I took a swig of my beer, watched him stride through the door, thinking I'd punish him later. I had seen him at my gym, so it shouldn't be hard to deal with the cheap fucker. Sextex cock was hard again and now he was full-on fucking John's throat, no more beer involved. John moaned, obviously loving Sextex's cock. I wondered if he could still taste his ass and all that cum still on it. A 20 year old slim black stud walked behind John's ass and pushed his thick mushroom head into John's hole. There was a audible pop, and John moaned loudly, even while deep-throating Sextex as the same time. Springbreakstud, the black boy, who was about 6'1", 150 pounds, and very smooth, moaned as he sunk the rest of his long 8.5 cock into John, slowly fucked John's hole, apparently enjoying the depth he was reaching. Meanwhile John arched his head all the way back, swallowing more of Sextex's cock. When Springbreakstud pushed all the way in, Sextex got Springbreak's attention, letting him know he had another load coming. Springbreakstud pulled-out, allowing Sextex to flip John onto his back, his legs in the air, his feet on Sextex's shoulders, allowing Sextex to fuck him deeply and quickly. John groaned with every breath. He raised his own arms above his head and began flexing. His body was covered in sweat and he licked his biceps and rubbed his own chest enjoying his sweat and cum-covered body, his tight core showing the lines of where a six pack was beginning to show. About then, for a second time, Sextex unloaded into John's hole, which I assumed, but this time, was somewhat sore. "Thanks boy" Sextex gasped as he caught his breathe. When he regained his composure, he grabbed his wallet and left 200 dollars on the night stand walked-out, fixing his clothing on his way out the door. Springbreakstud climbed between John's legs and continued to fuck his hole, taking up where Sextex left-off, slow-fucking John, who began flexing again, thoroughly enjoying himself. Slimguy took off with Bigdog shortly afterwards. The two had been playing with each other while watching the fuck, leaving $125 between them. As they walked out, another guy, a Latino, 2ofhearts, walked through my front door. The new guy was somewhat short, but sported a very nice 7.5 inch cock. For a short guy, he also had amazingly huge shoulders and was thickly muscled. We walked back in as Springbreakstud was pulling out his cash, getting ready to leave. John lay on the floor, not moving. "He passed out" Springbreakstud said. "Did you cum?" I asked. "Yeah, but he was already sleeping when I did." "You only pay half, then." He handed me two 20s and left with definitely a look of apprehension in his eyes. I walked over and took a careful look at John. He was visibly breathing, and apparently quite tired as he was asleep. "So, what now?" 2ofhearts asked. "Well, you can fuck him, or you can get the fuck out." I replied. He smiled and climbed between John's legs and began to fuck him. John moaned a few times during the fuck session. I grabbed some poppers and forced John to inhale. Of course the poppers woke him up a bit, and he began to respond to the new guy in his ass. Within a couple of minutes 2ofhearts shot a hefty load into John's hole. John smiled broadly and thanked the guy, tweaking his tits. The Latino payed $100 for the fuck and left without saying much, but I assume he was a satisfied customer. John lay there on my ruined rug and stained couch. He looked at me, his eyes half-open. Glancing at the clock, I counted-up the tally - while the 10th guy hadn't shown up, nine out of ten wasn't bad. I walked over to John and pushed my dick up his hole. He moaned softly, "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet." We fucked slowly and softly for awhile. John's legs shivered and shook, mentally and physically beaten down. I was not surprised when he passed out again, mid-fuck, so I carried him downstairs laid him on the bed, securing him to the bed posts. He slept very soundly. It was 6:00 A.M. I showered and then lay down next to his sexy cum and sweat covered body. More to cum