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2. The Glorious Descent Once I had been fucked and bred, there was no going back. It was all I could think about. I had transferred to a different college after the summer arts camp. My buddy had fucked me in every way and location imaginable, but after two weeks' worth of his seed buried in my guts, it was now time for us to head back to our respective homes. First week back at school, though, I was hungry for dick, and not just any dick, the kind that could fill me up the way my buddy had all summer. I logged on to this "cruising for sex" site, when I stumbled on an ad about a very popular "gloryhole" in the bathroom of one of the buildings on my campus. I had zero idea about what that was, but I figured it was something I had to check out for myself. I wasted no time walking across campus to a building I'd never been to. This college wasn't putting any of their money into fixing their buildings, and this one seemed a little worse for wear. But down the steps I went into the basement to locate what was soon to become my second home. I pushed the door open, and then the second, inner door. I walked over to the stalls, nervous as hell, and went in. There it was. A big, wide open hole had been carved into the stall wall, big enough to put your whole arm through. I hurriedly pushed down my pants and sat, pretending to just be there to use the facilities. Someone was in the next stall, and I could tell there was movement. I leaned forward a bit and there it was. I had never seen black dick before, but this was impossible to miss. There, wrapped in this thick, dark brown hand was a huge dick. The head, glistening with pre-cum, was being wrapped and unwrapped by the tugging on his foreskin as he stroked it. And then he stood up, and pushed it right through the hole to me. The smell was overwhelming... a man's smell... and while it stood there in front of me, twitching up and down, I did what came naturally. I dropped to my knees and took as much of it as I could into my mouth. "Damn, boy, you know how to handle uncut dick" he moaned. I was moaning, too, from the taste of all that pre-cum, and the way he kept sliding it in and out while I worked it from the other side. "Show me your ass". I whispered "I didn't bring any condoms". "Who the fuck cares, boy? I said show me your ass". The aggressiveness in his tone was sexy as fuck, so I stood up, pulled my cheeks apart, and pressed my hairy hole up against the partition. Nothing happened at first, then I felt his tongue lapping away "mmmmm, nice pink hairy hole" he kept saying. An amazing feeling, and I knew this man knew what he was doing. After about 3 minutes of wetting up my ass, I felt the head of his dick press against me. "Hold still, you're gonna love this... all the white boys do" he said. But once he started to slide into me, I felt like I was going to split open. As I started to pull away, he said "where the hell you think you're going?". In a moment he pulled his dick out of the hole and said "get your ass over here now" and unlocked the door to his stall. I stumbled out of my stall over to his, and he pushed it shut behind me, locking it. This man was amazing... about 6'3", solidly built, beautiful brown eyes and a killer smile. "Turn around" he said as he pushed me up against the stall door. He slammed his cock into me, but there was no place to move to this time. He held me there, pinned with his 10'' deep inside me. He put his face next to mine and whispered "now tell me how good this poz cock feels". My heart sank. What the fuck was I doing? But then he started to slowly move his hips, gyrating his dick into my guts, and the feeling was just too good. I knew I should have tried to get away, but I didn't want to. All I wanted to do was please this man, give him all the ass he wanted. I pushed my ass back into his hips, and he laughed. "Yeah, I thought so. This ass is goooood" as he pounded into me. He pulled me back into him and kept drilling my hold so hard my own cock was bouncing up and down on my stomach. I couldn't help myself, I was so hard and the fuck was so good that I came without warning, and it dripped down my dick, onto the floor. He laughed. "Now it's my turn, bitch". And with that he shoved me up against the stall door again and in one huge thrust buried himself deep inside me "fuuuuck, I'm breeding your ass good, boy!" My ass burned with the sensation, but I had never felt so good in my life. As it throbbed inside me, he leaned in again and whispered "since you're good and open, I'm gonna share you with some friends." I heard him grab his phone and take a picture of his still massive dick in my ass, and then send it. "Hold still, they'll be here in a few minutes."

1. The Initiation At 19 I was desperate to make sure I didn't hit the age of 20 still a virgin. I was a good-looking young man, average height, slim, ice blue eyes, and a nice tight ass that I was sure I could put to good use. A dirty blond (in more ways than one), I wasn't super hairy, but I wasn't a smooth, hairless twink either. I kept thinking what I wanted more than anything else in the world was an aggressive, older brother type boyfriend who would satisfy my needs to be fucked like the pig I knew I was, and then love and protect me in between fucks. Little did I know what was coming my way. I was performing with a summer arts camp when I met him. About ten years older than me, tall, dark hair, lean, muscular body, killer smile, but great hairy chest and legs. On top of that I could tell from his shorts that he was packing a major piece of meat. We were rehearsing in a church, and I kept thinking to myself I'd get struck down at any moment for the incredibly impure thoughts I kept having about this guy. I'd catch myself staring, and he'd just flash me that smile that made my ass twitch. This went on for about a week, when one afternoon we took a break and I made my way to the basement bathroom to jerk off that load that was churning in my nuts. As I entered the bathroom, I felt someone behind me. I turned to see that HE had followed me in. I tried desperately to act like I hadn't noticed and head to the urinal to try and take a piss, but he stopped me, putting his big hand on my neck and turning me back around towards him. I couldn't believe what was happening, and as if in slow motion, he pulled me towards his face, and quietly said "I know you want this. You've been watching me all week, and now you're gonna get it". Was this what I dreamt of? He then kissed me, roughly, passionately, and with his other hand on my ass pulled me in to feel his enormous hard cock pressing through his shorts. I melted into him. To me it felt like falling in love, but in reality I was surrendering to my desire to be taken, and used. We made out for what seemed like an eternity, and then suddenly he whipped me around, pushing me up against the sink. He pressed into me, breathing into my neck and whispering how he was going to make my ass his, right then and there. He slowly lowered my shorts, enough to work one of his fingers into my aching hole. "Hairy... nice." he said. "I'm gonna love flooding this sweet hole. You ready to get fucked, boy?" I instinctively arched my back into his crotch "Yes, I want you so bad." He pushed me down, and I could hear him spit into his other hand, and then suddenly I felt it. The head of my first dick pressing against my hairy hole. "This is probably gonna hurt a little bit, but just breathe and relax." What I didn't realize was just how thick and long his cock really was. Tapered at the head, but when he started to push into me it seemed like it took forever to finally reach its destination: my guts. Once he had his big, hairy balls pressed up against my ass, he started to pump. "Damn, boy, your ass was made to be fucked. You're wet already and taking this dick like it was meant for you." This made my heart skip a beat. Was this the one? He bucked in pleasure, and I could feel his muscular thighs bump into me as he ground his dick deep inside me. "We're gonna be together all summer, so you better get used to this on a daily basis, cause my nuts will need to be drained, and your ass is soooo fucking good..." I could feel him pushing harder into me, and I was trapped against the sink, steadying myself against the mirror with my hands. And now the real pounding started. Romance over, he let loose on my ass, holding onto my hips with his big hands as he destroyed my hole. Now THIS was what I had been wanting, a real man to just take over and use me for his pleasure. "This ass is too good, boy... I'm gonna cum..." and just like that he planted his dick as far into me as he could and let loose with his nut. I squeezed my ass around his dick, letting him know just how much I loved his gift of seed. In one quick motion he yanked his dick out of my ass and said, "now, clean off the rest." I dropped to my knees and finally got a look at this monster that had been in my ass. 9.5 veiny inches, big bushy pubes and low hanging nuts, now empty of their load. I couldn't help myself. I took as much of it into my mouth as I could and savored the taste of his nut, and my ass. It was rough concentrating for the rest of that rehearsal, and we did fuck like crazy for the next two weeks. But when I realized he was in an open relationship, my heart sank. I was just a hole to him. I retreated into myself, and vowed to never let myself get so close to anyone again. That was when I discovered the gloryholes.

Snowing here and a black silverodo with a plow came by. The guy asked if i wanted drive way plowed I said sure , As he was very hot masculine guy . I invited him in for hot coffee and purposely left a TIM flick on the counter. Sure enough he looked at it closely and I took a chance by sitting next to him and letting my leg rub against his . He looked at me and i thought now I am in trouble as he looked me straight in the eye and said What the fuck?I expected him to slug me but, he then smiled and asked you want your hole plowed too? Well let me tell you he drove that 8 inched raw tool deep in my lusting hole and dropped a enormous amount of his man cum in me . Said he be back to plow again if the snow continues. I replied you can plow my asshole anytime. With a big grin he said sure will

You are on your back, the dude with the huge dick is pumping your ass like he is possessed. You have no idea if he is poz or not, all you know is that his massive pole feels great going balls deep into your negative ass. New to barebacking, you quickly forget about the risks when you see a cock and start think how good it will feel slipping into your ass. But tonight is different. Tonight that magic dick is going to spew a toxic load into your tender ass and start your conversion. You are ten seconds from taking the stealth poz load that will change your life. And now, the process is launched and there is nothing you can do to reverse it. You are not poz yet, but you are seconds away from infection. At P (poz) minus 10, the process starts. All of the efforts of the top ramming his cock into your ass are about to pay off. The level of arousal is such that the orgasm that will convert you has started. Wham, the rear most sphincter in his piss tube slams such. This seals the tube on one and and keeps the piss out of the cum. P minus 9 sees the prostrate (with the piss tube running through it) begin to stir up the toxic stew that will deliver the virus to mucus membrane in you shit chute. P minus 8 and the front piss tube sphincter slams closed. Now, the prostates mix of sperm, virus, fluids and sperm food fills the sealed tube. The top knows the feeling of his cock swelling for orgasm. As the tube fills with that potentially lethal mix, his breathing deepens, his thrusts become my animalistic and he may start groaning as he enjoys the feel of his ever more engorged cock. P minus 6 and the tube is nearly full. While only 5 percent of the volume is sperm, there are as many as 500,000,000 of the little baby makers ready to make the swim of their lives----but will only die in the dark dank reaches of you queer asshole. There are a number of different fluids that are present as well---most of them are carrying the virus that will soon infect your body. P minus 5 and the top shouts OH GOD, and moves into the second phase of his virus inserting orgasm. The pressure in the closed off piss tube has reached the maximum and it signals the front sphincter to open suddenly. The built up cum pressure forces the poison wad to start moving toward your cock head. P minus 4 and the jizz is near the glans....the top's very meaty, mushroom cockhead. The state of overall arousal and the sensation of the dollop of cum reaching the glans combines for more action. The muscle like parts of that glorious piece of man meat start contracting. The top's work is nearly done. The tensing of the those cock control system expel the shot with great force.....as much as 80 miles per hour. And all you know is that you are enjoying a great fuck and you know Mr. Top is about to explode into your willing ass. The virus that causes HIV+ has been launched and will soon be residing you that ass you think is just being used for fun and sex. T minus 3 and the filthy load is out of the tip of the cock and free flowing towards the lining of your rectum. Splat and it hits you.....the virus is now yours and no longer just a theory it is in your ass. The top continues to spasm and shoot parts of his gift. The continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down your hole. He is increasing the points of contact---so the virus has more opportunities---and you are just wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked. T minus 2 and the top is nearly done. HIs strokes are not as deep, his cock is softening, but his deed is done, he has mixed a toxic wad of white sticky goo and shot it deep into your ass. He then smeared it for maximum effect. T minus 1 and he with draws. Now it is up to the virus and the receptiveness of your ass. The brutal fucking had damaged the lining of the very thin membranes of you ass-cunt so you are ready for accepting your fate. T minus ZERO--blast off. The virus containing cum that is smeared inside you begins offloading the passengers. The poor sperm are condemned to die in your shit hole or will be expelled with the next dump you take. But the HIV causing virus is very happy, the warm dark hole is a good place for them. The thin and damaged walls of your rectum make it easy to move in. And they begin gathering together and replicating and preparing to wage a war on your immune system. A war they will win. You may feel the battle if you develop the fuck flu. You may never know there was a war until, you get that test result you are not expecting. But for now, you have no idea that the war was started, all you know is that you are simply laying there, cum in your ass, happily and thoroughly fucked. It is just a mater of days until the war has been won and you are HIV+. You have no clue what happened in the past 10 seconds. You have just been pozzed

Life is all about choices. Some are good, some bad. There is no blueprint. What works for one can be another's downfall. I don't judge and could care less what others think of the choices I make. This is my story as of now. First a little about me. My name is Max. I am a fit 43 year old man. Taller than most, not overly muscular but well defined at 175 pounds. I have brown hair with a bit of grey at the temples. Light dusting of hair on my chest with a treasure trail leading down to an 8 inch dick. Truly versatile but I go through phases where I lean more top or bottom. Depends on the man/men and the situation. Did I forget to mention that I am poz? 25 years now. Truth is at the time I converted at 18 I was one horny teenager but I wasn't half the slut I am now. Hardly ever fucked, spent most of my time sucking cock and when I did fuck I could count on one hand the times I bottomed. But it only takes one right? Choices. After testing poz I met a guy at university and we were together for 15 years. We did the safe sex bit adding a few drugs to the mix every once in a while and settled into a predictable sexual routine. Over the years we become better friends than lovers and decided to part amicably. I moved to another coast and even though we don't see each other as often as we would like we remain good friends. After moving I went through a bit of a difficult time dating wise. Had a few rejections due to my status and retreated into myself and entered a celibate phase for a few years. I was in a bad head space and thought I was too toxic to have a fulfilling sex life. Might have done things differently knowing then what I know now but that rough period led me to being the man I am today. Again choices. One night I decided that enough was enough. I knew from the gay rags there was a bathouse in town and decided to try it. Got there about 10 pm on a Sat night and the place was packed. Got a room, quickly stripped down, grabbed my towel and headed out to see who was there. Nervously I walked around checking things out and getting more hot and bothered by the sounds and smell of sex everywhere. On the second floor I looked into a room that was larger than mine with a sling next to the bed. On the bed was two very hot men. They looked up at me, smiled and asked if I would like to come inside. With my dick pointing the way I said yes and made my way over to them.The first guy introduced himself as Brandon (mid 30's, black hair, scruff and built a bit larger than me) and he then introduced his boyfriend Liam (late 20's,thin and smooth, very preppy looking with a very fuckable ass). Both had very impressive cocks. Brandon said "Relax bro you look a bit tense we won't bite unless you ask us to" Brandon began to kiss me as Liam knelt down and took my cock in his mouth. It felt great but I pulled him off for a second and told them both that I was poz. Liam looked up at me with a big smile and said "No worries dude so are we and about 99% of the men in here." He then went back to my cock while Brandon postioned himself so that I could suck him as well. After awhile Brandon looked at me and asked if I partied. I told him that I had done X and coke in the past but had not done any drugs in a long time. Liam laughed and said by the looks of how hard your dick just got with the question I guess we can assume the answer will be yes. What the fuck I thought to myself. Since this was going to be my coming out party so to speak I might as well go in all guns blazing. He then reached into his bag and pulled out a large bag of crystals. "This is Tina...crystal meth...a little more hardcore than what you have done in the past but trust us it will bring out your inner whore like nothing you have done before." Brandon loaded a glass pipe and said to me "Follow my lead" He took a lighter and held it under the glass bowl until the crystals began to melt. He then told me to inhale once the smoke began to swirl in the bowl. I did as I was told, held it and then let out a huge white cloud. "Excellent" Liam said "now do a couple more and shotgun the smoke into our mouths." I did 4 more hits, trading the white clouds back and forth with them until they dissapated. Liam and Brandon then began to run their hands up and down my body. I felt electrified. "How do you feel big guy?" "Fucking fantastic". At this point I bent Liam over the bed and began to eat his hole like I was suffocating and it was my only source of oxgen in the room. He began to moan like a bitch in heat. Brandon then positioned himself in front of Liam and put his dick in his mouth. "Nothing hotter than watching a hot man fuck my slutty husband. Stick that cock in his hole and give him a recharge with your load." No one had to ask me twice. In two seconds I was balls deep and ramming my first hole in years.I couldn't believe how good it felt to plow a hot ass again. I rough fucked him for what seemed like forever, "Can't fucking hold back...here it comes...fuck fuck fuck Ugggggh." At that point Brandon unloaded into Liam's mouth and like the hungry boy he was he grabbed Brandon around the waist and pulled him further down his throat so that he wouldn't miss a drop. Liam was in bliss. "That was fucking hot! Brandon said. Then he asked me "Do you ever get fucked?" "Not for a very long time" "We are both vers, me leaning more top and Liam leaning more bottom and we would like nothing better than to flip fuck with you for a long time." Liam then said "Besides I haven't come yet and turnabouts fair play. With that he winked at me and licked his lips." "Fucking hot....I have to confess that I have literally had no sex for a long time before this and that sounds fucking fantastic" I said. Brandon handed me the pipe again. " After a few more hits I never felt better. Brandon then said "How would you like to get even higher hot man?" If you like the pipe you are going to love slamming." I then turned to them and said "If I wasn't this high I probably would never admit this to anyone but I feel a connection with you guys so here goes. Lately I have been going on Tumblr and I stumbled on some posts showing guys shooting up. At first I thought that was sick but then it became like a train wreck where you can't look away and then at some point I realized that every time I saw the needles go in and watch the rush I was becoming more and more turned on". There is this one in particular that I saw that almost made me cum hands free. There is this clean cut guy sitting on a couch. The kind of man who looks like he would never consider doing anything like this. Really preppy like a certain man I just finished fucking." With that they both laughed. "Go on" they said. When you look closer you can see that he has pumped up his nipples and is stroking a very nice dick. He also has a tourniquet on his arm.He looks to be in his late 20's. Another man leans in and very quickly and expertly delivers the hit. You can't really see him but in my mind he is slightly older and is the one to have corrupted him in the past. Within seconds of getting slammed he coughs and you see the rush take over him. His dick remains rock hard the whole time. As you see it hit him harder he begins to say "Fuck... Fuck yeah" and keeps stroking his cock. He then looks off camera to the guy who slammed him and says "David come fuck me". Then the clip ends. " I have watched that on a loop over and over. Sometimes I imagine I am the kid and sometimes I imagine I am the man about to rape his ass. Either way that was the clip that made me realize I would try this if the situation ever presented itself but really thought it was going to stay a fantasy." Brandon then told me to get into the sling. He gave me back the pipe so that I could take a few more hits which he told me later was to make sure that I didn't change my mind. Liam went back into their black playkit and pulled out 6 syringes. "Let's kick this needle fetish of yours into high gear" he said with a nasty grin on his face. "Slamming can affect your dick one of two ways. It either makes you harder than you have ever been in your life or you can get tina dick and go soft for hours. We have some Viagra but we prefer to use that more as a booster. The best way to a lasting party hard on is something called Trimix that gets injected directly into your dick and in a few minutes it will turn to steel. Then we are going to slam you into the stratosphere. Watch Brandon first." I watched as he wiped his dick with an alcohol wipe and then uncapped a syringe with a very small needle. I winced as I watched him inject his cock. It was over in a second. He then took a tourniquet and placed it on his arm. He walked over closer to the sling so that I could get a better look. "Keep your eyes on this. If you listen closely you can hear a small pop as the needle penetrates the vein." While he was doing that Liam very quickly and expertly injected the Trimix into my cock. I was too distracted and high to think about it. He then walked around behind Brandon so that I would be able to watch him inject his dick at the same time Brandon shot up. "Here goes...you next big boy" I watched as the needle was inserted into his vein and watched him pull back blood into the chamber. "That's the flash...look how hard your dick is getting....here I go" With that he pushed the liquid back into his arm. "Holy shit...." His entire body started to shudder. His eyes became wide as he coughed and rushed. "Damnnnnnnnnnn" With that he knelt down in front of the sling an began to eat out my ass. Liam came back around now sporting his own impressive hardon and said "Our turn". With that he tied tourniquets on both of our arms. Expertly he inserted a needle into his own vein but did nothing until he got me ready. As I felt the needle go into my arm I swear I could have come right then and there. He pulled back on the plunger first me then him. "Are you ready to unleash your inner whore hot man?" With that he pushed the plunger in, me first, then him and. released both of our tourniquets at the same time. "Holy fuck....holy fuck....FFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!" We both started coughing and I felt like I was on fire. My ears started ringing and all of the heat started going towards my hole which was still being expertly licked by Brandon. Now I new exactly how that man in the Tumblr clip felt. "Someone fuck me pleaseeeee!!! Liam stepped around and began to kiss me as Brandon stood up, lubed my hole and shoved in balls deep in one thrust. "Can't wait for you to unload in him so that I can fuck that cummy ass" Liam said. With that Brandon and I locked eyes as he began to power fuck me. Dark eyes, black eyes without irises.Nothing but black pupils."Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me" He continued to ram fuck my ass. Time stopped can't say how long he fucked me. Then that magic moment. I felt his dick begin to stiffen and throb. His eyes rolled back into his head. "Can't hold back....going to load you up NOWWWWWW!!!!" Pulse after pulse of warm sperm filled my hungry hole until he collapsed on top of me. When he pulled out I didn't think I could feel more empty but not for long. "Feed him some" I heard. With that Brandon went back to my hole and feltched out some of the cum. He then walked around to the head of the sling. "Open your mouth" Liam said. With that Brandon spit his cum flavored by my ass into my mouth and began to kiss me. Then I began to feel fingers opening up my hole. As Brandon moved down to my nipples I looked up and saw Liam looking at me with an absolutey evil grin. "Your ass is so fucking cummy already. Can't wait to get more loads in there. With that he removed his fingers and replaced them with his rock hard cock. "I am going to enjoy this". He began to slowly pump my ass and I could feel Brandon's cum getting pushed in deeper, some of it leaking out around Liam's dick as he fucked me. "You told us your dark fantasy and now that you are living it I feel I should share mine. Let me tell you how Brandon and I met. I was a circuit boy and discovered that I loved the drugs and the sex parties better than the dancing. Soon that wasn't enough for me and my twisted mind began to think of new ways to get off. Don't be too sure that the older guy corrupted the younger guy in that Tumblr clip you told us about.I have always looked like a clean cut boy. Nothing dangerous. Good boyfriend material. The kind of man you would bring home to meet the family. I decided to use that to my advantage. Like I said I loved my drugs. My dealer told me that if I was able to bring him more clients I could get product for free. He kept fucking as he talked. Sometimes slowly, sometimes hard. Fuck that felt good. Brandon was watching from the bed jerking his cock with his fingers up his hole. "Damn Liam you know how listening to this gets me off" Brandon said. Liam continued..."I decided that I could use my preppy look to my advantage. I would dress up in my button down shirts and my khakis and go out looking to corrupt men to being slampigs. Nothing got me off more then or now. Looking at me no one would supect that was my intention or that I was dangerous in any way. I had met Brandon at this point and there was something about him that made me feel I had found a filthy, dirty minded kindred spirit. I decided to share with him my plan. For my first convert I had met this jock boy who had just come out and was very inexperienced. I took him back to my place where Brandon "my roommate" was waiting in another room. When we got to the apt he saw the tina pipe on the sidetable and asked what that was. I told him I would show him as I loaded the pipe, lit it and shotgunned the smoke into his mouth. After a few hits the kid was like putty in my hands. I kept getting him higher and more horny by teasing his dick and nipples through his clothes. I then got up and turned on the TV which was connected to my laptop. First I put on some bareback porn as we both got naked. As he was mesmerized by what was on the screen I took advantage and put a couple of tina shards up his ass as his dick was in my mouth. His ass practically devoured my fingers. Time for phase two. I switched the TV over to a file I had created with various slamming vids on a loop. Gave him the pipe again and made him take 3 big hits. His eyes were glazed over as he watched man after man on screen giving in to the needle. I whispered in his ear "Do you want to try it?" My roommate is a paramedic and can give the shots. Before he could answer I stuck my cock in his hole and started to fuck him slowly. Like I am doing to you now. Of course he said yes. Once he hit on the pipe for the first time I knew it would only be a matter of time. Brandon had changed into medical scrubs to make it look more authentic. I called to him and asked if he could do us a favor and administer the shots. He slammed us both and then we took turns spit roasting the jock. Since then Brandon and I have introduced many more Tina whores into the world." He began to fuck me harder as I felt Brandon's cock going into my mouth. "Slamwhores.....just....like....you.......FUCKKKKKKKKKKK.....He began to piston fuck me, pulling his cock all the way out and then ramming it back in...GONNA.....LOAD....YOU...UP.....UUUUGGGHHHHHHHH.....NOW!!!!!" With that I felt volley after volley of juice loading up my hungry hole. Brandon said "CAN'T...HOLD....OFF.... and began to shoot in my mouth which I swallowed hungrily. After awhile Liam prepared more shots and went off in search of new prey. We on the other hand waited in the hall until the moment came after the newbie was corrupted and we could walk in through the unlocked door to use and charge up his hungry hole. Fast forward a few years. Brandon and Liam have become my best friends and fuck buds. Liam continues to corrupt men to the world of slamming. Brandon and I are more than happy to assist him in any way possible. Changing the world. One slamwhore at a time. As I said earlier. Choices.

Whereas sexuality is easy to grasp and clearly understood by everyone. Look, objectively and logically you're right. Having random bareback sex with total strangers in a world with all kinds of potentially deadly STDs is unwise. And it does impose costs on the larger society. Why do we choose to do it? I really don't know. Sophocles, the ancient Athenian playwright spoke of the lessening of sexual desire with old age as a kind of liberation, and I think that must be true. It was common for the ancients to speak of being enslaved to our sexual desires. Our feelings and desires are things we cannot control directly. I have no idea why I am attached to things I am. I can learn to detach myself from those things with effort and time, but that is the work of a lifetime (Christianity and Buddhism both are in large part all about this process). Nor can I understand the attachments of others. I have no desire for a big house with a BMW in the garage and a gazillion dollars in the bank. But many people do, and the pursuit of wealth or of status symbols can be just as destructive as the pursuit of sex or romance. Their sins are not my sins, but we are all sinners together, to put things in religious terms. So perhaps, borrowing again from religion, it's best to extend a little grace to those out there whose motivations you don't understand. Remember too, we're all on a journey here. Just because a man wants HIV today, finds part of his identity in a disease, wants to go out in a blaze of sexual glory today doesn't mean that he will always be that way. Preserving his life now gives him an opportunity to grow. I personally think society is right to offer as many of those opportunities as it can.

Went to a FB's house, he is poz, was riding his cock, he always pulls out, this time I had him on his back, he said he was about to cum, I sat all the way down and kissed him and kept riding, I got 3 loads out of him.

Previously… “Yes!” I belted him anyways, and as he thrashed under me I got two more slaps in before I came. Falling onto his sweaty back I panted and thrust as I spunked into him. I kept thrusting and concentrating and after a while I think I pissed a bit into him as well. Once my post climax daze cleared, I gingerly pulled myself off the kid and scooting up the bed I got him to clean my cummy cock. Looking down at the kid lick the cum and lube and ass-juice off my cock, I whispered down to him sarcastically “yeah right, I fuckin bet they’d love to trade places with you right now, Timmy no-friends” and spat in his tear-stained face. Right so… Getting off the bed and leaving the room, I reflected that I may have been a bit harsh on poor wee Tim, but I’d met a few versions of that kid by this stage and I was tired of their self-loathing bullshit. A few weeks later I saw Tim was online and we chatted. I was about to apologise for being too harsh with him, when he started saying how much he loved me roleplaying his bullies and how he nearly came when I belted him a few times. This weirdly didn’t make me feel better… I’ve lots of friends now in the BDSM scene here in Germany, but I couldn’t shake the notion that the kid was using it as a way not to deal with some self-esteem issues. I dunno. I don’t want to judge. Maybe he was pretty sorted-out. Maybe I just was scared about how easily I slipped into the bully-role… I walked along the hall, away from the industrial rock in the bedroom to airy pop coming from the living room. I guessed Pedro was still in charge of the music. Kylie’s “Red-blooded woman” was belting out as I opened came in through the kitchen. “You’ll never get to heaven if you’re scared of getting high” – hah, another appropriate line! I looked up at the clock in the kitchen – a quarter past seven. Less than two hours left. I turned into the living room to see a view of pure hedonism. Two of the rest of the group were playing Mario cart while getting fucked by another two. Well, seemingly Andrew had challenged Kieran to a game, and JP had asked that they make it interesting by seeing who could last longest while being fucked. Michael was currently fucking Kieran and JP was fucking Andrew. They’d turned the main body of the couch around 180 degrees so the bottoms could kneel on the seats and rest their chests on the support, leaving their arms and asses free for play. I walked over to JP and Andrew. They were both on a chilled vibe and more focussed on getting Luigi over the finish line than the slowly pistoning cock in Andrew’s hole. “What is it with you boys and video games?” I commented, “…oh and by the way guys we all hat-tricked the bitch boy”. Andrew paused JP and said “what do you mean?” “I used your cum to fuck Tim till I came in him – I almost never cum on E! So all three of us have given Tim our DNA – Cum-dump buddy high five!” I raised my hand for a high-five and JP returned it smiling and added “wow that dude is a proper cum-dump – wait, what’s his name again?” Kieran piped up from the other side, panting as Michael energetically pounded his hole “I kept …trying to …cum in him, …but the E …has killed …my ability to. I’m dead …jealous …of you guys”. I looked over to see that Michael, obviously having recently snorted some coke or another upper, was punishing Kieran’s hole. He looked like he could use a break. “Hey Michael, mind if I cut in?” Michael turned to me, not wanting to stop fucking but still sober enough to be polite. His chest and stomach were a wall of whorled fuzz reaching down to his chemically rock-hard dick. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, “um, well I’m kinda enjoying this for now…” I interrupted, “Michael, I’m not saying stop fucking, just let me get in between the two of you – Kieran looks like he could use a buffer between you and him”. With this Kieran looked back up at him with a pained half-smile. I pointed to the screen and continued, “I mean, look at how many times, um, Princess Peach has died (Peach - really Kieran? What is it with fuckin bisexuals?). I’ll just slip between you and take what you’re giving and give it to him in a gentler way”. Michael considered this, then reached over to the coffee table. “I’ll do it, if you do something for me” He brandished the Popstarz candy pacifier. It was coated in white powder. I guessed it wasn’t Sherbet. “Stick this in your gob Stu, you talk way too much!” What the fuck? I was outraged. But I also still wanted to get a go on Michael before we had to leave, so I threw my pride out the window and took the baby soother off of him. Popping it in my mouth I suppressed a gag at the artificial cherry taste and wondered what the powder was – oh fuck my mouth was going numb – I guess it was coke then. And sniffing the plastic holder, I got a distinct smell of ass. I pulled it out for a second and went to ask if it’d been in someone’s ass. It came out as “Hab dib bin in sobbumz ahz?” JP and Andrew lost their shit. Well not literally – Pedro’s couch was stained enough as it was – but the pair of them burst out laughing at me – like a right pair of fuckin hyenas. Andrew said something about where was Pedro’s camera phone when you needed it. Turning back to the others I saw Kieran grin at me as Michael pulled out. Moving down to his hot shaved hole I probed it with my increasingly-sluggish tongue – I guess rimming wasn’t an option, and as I pulled back I noticed a sticky patch on his muscular buttcheek – it tasted of cherry – “et tu Brutus?” Well… I thought that. What I actually said to Kieran was “ed du bubuh”. Kieran snickered at my accusation (or would have, if he wasn’t licking Michael’s seven inch dick clean) and so I did what came naturally to him. I shoved my dick into him all in one thrust. Payback’s a bitch Kieran! Needless to say Princess Peach didn’t win that lap either. I could feel Michael line up behind – his body hair brushing off of every inch of me. I turned back to him and took out the pacifier. “Kib me” I asked, and he smirked then bent down to cup my face in his hands and deeply kiss me. Michael’s big hairy body dwarfed mine. I felt tiny as with one hand he was holding my face in place for a crushingly deep snog and with the other was one-handedly squeezing lube from a Durex Play bottle (no mean feat!) and slicking up my hole. I shoved myself deep into Kieran, his muscular ass massaged my swollen cock. Meanwhile I spread my cheeks wide for Michael. “Fug meh” I called back and waited… …and waited some more …and turning around I saw Michael waiting and pointing to my right hand – the pacifier. …Oh fine! I popped it back in my mouth and went back to waiting. This time Michael was quick and locked his cock in with my hole relatively hassle-free. Giving a few experimental shoves, I took a few seconds to get used to his size – easily 6/7 inches in girth. Then when he saw we were both ready, he slowly started to push deeper and faster. I waited till he got a decent rhythm going and then synced up with him to start moving in and out of Kieran’s tight muscle hole. It took concentration, and every time Michael sped up a little I’d to quickly have to catch up and hope Kieran would adapt. There are a few schools of thought on the Lucky Pierre – some think that the LP should stay still and enjoy the attention from the bottom and top. Others feel that the LP should act as a conduit between the Top and bottom, and relay messages. Still others think the LP should be the only moving part in the sandwich as the others stay still. I’ve tried all three and like most sex positions it completely depends on the guys you’re fucking, and most importantly on their sense of rhythm. With swarthy Spanish Pedro – I’d be able to try a lot of different LP movements, but with tall Scottish Michael, he was a bit stiff, so I quickly settled for the third option – me doing all the work. Motioning Michael to slow down to a halt I built up my own rhythm and soon I had Kieran’s hole swallowing my shaft while impaling myself back onto Michael’s thick monster. He was chemically hard, so there was that slight difference in feeling as I shoved myself back on him – a little less give, less sponginess – more like a dildo than a dick. Not a major complaint, and believe me – I’m a huge supporter of Viagra and Cialis and the like, too many DFOs have been pretty much aborted early by a lack of hard dick – and I was happy to see this party to full term. Ok that’s a weird metaphor… I settled into a decent fuck rhythm - more of a canter than a gallop, and I know for a fact that Kieran appreciated it – Bisexuals can often be a little inexperienced with one sex, if they’re not 50/50 and Kieran was no exception. He didn’t know how to take charge as a bottom and slow Michael down. It wasn’t Michael’s fault, he was at the other side of his high – and eager to tap all the ass around him, especially since he knew we four would be leaving in a short while. Later, I’d be doing the same thing when I arrived halfway through a sex party (the same one in Amsterdam with the couple and the cocaine) to find a hot beardy Spanish stud who looked the spit of Peto Coast, who was in the process of dressing and was about to leave. He had his leather jacket and t-shirt on, and was pulling up some pants over his jockstrap. I copped the situation and excusing myself from the hosts for a short while, I guided the Spaniard into the front room and told him I needed to taste his ass before he left. The guy was pretty fucked-out at that point, but humoured me. He bent over a chair and let me eat out his hairy top ass for five minutes. I never even got his name. It’s all about being aware of more than yourself – which is hard considering the effects of most of the drugs you take. Let’s just say it wouldn’t be the last time someone told me I was talking too much. Or the last time someone told Andrew he was hogging all the hard dicks. Or the last time people complained that Don was too rough, or that Pedro’s music taste was …inappropriate for group-play, or that Richard was always on the computer. We all have our “ids” that come out in force and our superego shuts up for a while. It’s one of the fun things with drugs, but also one of the messier things. Michael reached around a massive hand and pulled back my chest to lean in and kiss me on the lips but the pacifier was in the way, so he settled on the nape of my neck. As I leant back I felt in perfect rhythm slotting between the two. After a while Michael, eyes even more dilated, pulled out and went behind JP. I looked over to see the Trekky take Michael for a short while before ducking out and offering Michael Andrew’s ass. JP wasn’t that experienced as a bottom and I knew Michael wouldn’t be patient enough for him. Interestingly Andrew was pretty focussed on the game and didn’t think much of JP pulling out, so when he turned back to see that it was now Michael instead of JP that had been thrusting into him for a while, his shocked expression was priceless. I laughed out loud and pulling out the pacifier, I said “that was a moment for Pedro’s phone”. Ah good, my speech was returning. JP slotted in behind me for a while and at this stage our buzz had dwindled to a sort of blissed out buzz. On the couch, the five of us shortly fell into mutual oral, daisy-chaining, licking and kissing and stroking. After a while Michael, still way more energetic than us, said that it had been fun, but he was going to check out the main bedroom. After a bit more swapping spit and grinding and gentle fingering, I remembered to look at the clock. It was 9.15. I told the lads, and we all got up and headed to the bathrooms. Kieran and I headed into the spare bedroom where Finn was being spit-roasted by Pedro and Tomasz. I explained we were going to head to Pedro and just needed to shower. He paused in fucking Finn – he looked really intense and nodded toward the bathroom. He grunted “you go in first” and grabbed Kieran by the back of his head “rim me chico!”, and guided Kieran to his hole. I left, a little sad to be ordered away so brusquely – and I thought chico was my name! As I walked into the en-suite I saw why Pedro had ordered me in first. On the toilet lid were some bloody syringes and a plastic tube and some drugs – Kieran would’ve freaked! I gingerly moved the needles to inside a cabinet and the drugs and tube I placed on top of them. After a quick shower and trying to douche as much as possible with an unscrewed shower hose, I waited for Kieran and told Pedro what I did with all the stash. He grinned at me and nodded over to the windowsill. “Have you taken your own bits and bobs?” I went over and found my stash of MDMA and pills. I nabbed one of the bottles of poppers we’d chipped in for earlier too, just in case we’d use them back at Andrew’s. Heading to the main bathroom Kieran and I found our clothes and JP and Andrew douching. When we all were ready, I popped into the kitchen and stole the makings of two Michael’s joints – I figured he owed me for the making me wear a pacifier. Then remembering that Pedro’s phone was in a pile of Finn’s clothes, I fished it out and left it where it would be found. Finally ready, we popped our heads into the main and spare bedrooms, soaked up one last time the squalid orgy scenes and said our goodbyes. At the exit of the apartment block we saw someone had egged Tim’s Edinburgh Pride jeep – fucking Glasgow! –though to be fair – they could’ve egged it because it said Edinburgh also! Still, the mood that weekend when I met Kieran and JP, who would become future fuckbuds as well as Andrew, as well as my future dealers Pedro and Don, was special, and wasn’t even dampened by our coming down, the PEP treatment or my embarrassing attempts at flirting with Elyas later that sleepless night (I eventually fucked him but that’s another story). Kieran and JP even helped me move my stuff after the clinic on the Monday – Andrew – the poor fucker, had to work that evening. That night we had an informal housewarming and the boys met Harry and his sister Artie who came over with wine. My other new housemates Sabine and Stefan showed their faces for a bit, though Sabine left early enough and made Stefan leave with her. Kieran showed us a few moves of the highland sword dance and flirted his hole off with both Artie and Harry before getting the last bus back to Carlisle. I even managed to save one of Michael’s joints for Bill and Harry’s expert opinion – they were fuckin baying for his number before the joint was even finished. It was the first of many parties in that house and the beginning of a fantastic if somewhat messy chapter in my life. All in all, a great fucking weekend in Glasgow!

Part XI Well, what a conflict. Just wanted to see a really huge cock and had but had also ended up sucking it to full hardness and then let him dominate me into letting him fuck me with that huge pole. Then he tells me he is poz on top of that. What the hell was I thinking about. That is what comes from thinking with my small head. Now, either I have to explain to my boyfriend what I had done or trick him somehow into coming with me on that trail and fool around and let the guy fuck my boy too. I had never seen him bottom before. How was I going to do that. He doesn't like hiking that much either. Oh, worry, worry. I decided to try and tease my boy into going with me. First, I got my big cock poz guy to take a few pics of his cock, but not showing all of it, just enough to draw interest and curiosity. Then I plied by boy by teasing him with my ass. Then telling him there sure were a lot of guys walking the trails where I went and some had some really nice looking butts and cocks. Then I, accidently on purpose, left my puter on with one of the tease pics from my poz guy. It showed nothing but the huge head of his cock with a caption about how long and bid around it was. I then left my laptop sitting on desk leading to bathroom where my boy was sure to see it on the way to there. I know he saw it as when he came back to bed he was hard as a rock and fucked the hell out me. I then left another one on that showed my poz guy's balls and a note about how big they were and how much cum they could hold to spurt out when needed. After each time I left a pic out my boy would come back to bed and just plain plow my hole for all he was worth and fill me full of his cream. I was loving it, but had to keep track of what was going on, too, as when my boy wasn't plowing my hole all I could do was think about that huge cock plowing me really good and deep and thinking about that poz cum made me wild for some reason, too. My boy was also asking questions about that cock I seemed to be always looking at, wink, wink. I told him it was one of the guys who hiked the trails I went to. I told him we had taken a break at about the same place once and had talked a bit and exchanged emails. I told him that ever since he had sent me some pics of his cock for fun to tease me with. I just thought they were fun. My boy said he would love to see if it really was as big as he was telling me. After a couple of weeks of this my boy finally asked if he could come with me on my next hike. I smiled and told him I would love for him to come as I loved doing everything with him. I told him we should go the next morning for sure and he agreed saying he sure hoped that guy would be around so he could get a look at that huge cock once. This really made me smile as it seemed like he had more interest than just wanting to see it. When my boy went to the bathroom, I quickly sent a message to the poz guy telling him that my boy was coming with me in the morning for a hike and he might want to be around to see what would happen. I got a message back quickly saying he would try to be there but wasn't completely sure of his schedule yet. I was a little disappointed but sent him back that I sure hoped he could make it. My boyfriend and I arrived and it was a really nice warm day for a hike. We both decided to just wear our shoes and socks and jocks and shorts only as we thought that while hiking we would get too warm with a shirt of any kind on. We started out and then turned off on the route most guys used and most of them nude or with just their shoes and socks on. We had hiked a short distance when we encountered the first person we had seen and very naked but in good shape guy with what looked to be a very nice uncut cock walking along the opposite direction. We exchanged hellos and kept on going, caught my boy looking over his shoulder at the guy walking away, so I looked also and he did seem to have a nice ass too. We ran into about 5 or 6 guys like this over the next approx. 2 miles we hiked but none were my poz guy at all. We decided to return then and took another route that would take us by where the poz guy had fucked me before. As we got close to that spot I veered off the trail and had my boy follow me and took him right to where the deed had been done. I then dropped to my knees and started to play with my boy's cock through his shorts and then tugged them and his jock down and soon had my mouth wrapped around his cock and sucking him good. I was really horny being where I had last been fucked by someone other than my guy and a poz one to boot. I sucked for a while and then stood up and we were then kissing and running our hands all over each other while getting rid of our clothes completely. Then my boy pushed me down and onto my back and was soon burying his tongue in my hole and then running a couple of fingers in me too to loosen me up some. This went on for about 10 minutes and then he pulled his fingers out and rammed his cock in me deep as it would go on one thrust. I pushed my hips up and into him to make sure every bit of his cock got in all the way. He then proceeded to pound the hell out of my hole. He got a good rhythm going and I was really enjoying it when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and there about 25 feet away was my poz guy in all his glory. Stark naked and his cock pointing straight into the sky hard and beautiful. I barely was able to whisper to my boy that he was here watching I was so caught up in the excitement. My boy turned his head to looke and the poz guy let him see him for just a second and turned and walked away into the trees. My boy yelled hey, come back here a minute, but there was no answer and by the time we got untangled and ran up there, the guy was nowhere to be seen. My boy told me he barely got a glimpse of that cock before it was gone. Damn, he didn't see enough to tell exactly what he had seen. We didn't even finish our sex we had started but just hiked back to the car and went home. We were both somewhat discouraged by the day's events.

I had been waiting patiently for my sons 18th birthday. It was finally almost here. Two more days. Two more days till he would finally be of some use to me. Until now the pathetic little emo brat had been nothing but a burden. But in two days he would finally start fufilling some purpose and no longer be a total waste of his daddy's cum. Granted, I had only had to look after him for the last two years, but it was a hassell. I knocked his mother up when were 17. I tried to make her get an abortion, but her parents wouldn't let her. Some religious bullshit reason. When I was 18, I was sent to prison for 15 years for armed robbery trying to get money to take care of the "accident". So yea I blamed him for being incarerated. Prison changes you. I entered as a teenage punk and left a hardened ex-con. The first five years I was a prison bitch, owned by the toughest fucker in the joint. He claimed me the second day I was in there, raping me in the showers. For five years I gave up my pussy to him and anyone he sold me to. Then he got shanked in the yard. Another guy tried to claim me, but I was older, wiser, and stronger. I fought for myself this time, and earned some respect. Soon I had my own prison pussy, a scrawny little bitch. I owned him until I was released. When I got out, I was able to find a shitty job and managed to find a dump of a trailer to live in. That's when the bitch showed up on my steps with our kid and his suitcase. She just dumped him with me and took off with some bikers. I could have just kicked him out on the street, but he was my blood. And like I said, prison changes you. I had developed a taste of hot boy ass, and the power of owning it. So I took him in knowing he'd be legal in two years. Now the wait was almost over. The cumstain had no idea what his future was going to hold for him. I had been planning and preparing for this day. I had saved up and bought a state of the art digital camera, knowing it was an investment for what I was going to make off the boy. The morning of his birthday, he came out to the living room to find me sitting in my chair, smoking, wearing just a pair of dirty boxerbreifs, my chest and arms of prison tatoos on full display. He started to get some cereal in the kitchen, but I called him over. "Its your birthday son," I started. "I have a little present for you." I handed him a glass pipe with some crystals in it. Now, I know he's done drugs. I've smelled pot and alcohol on him many times. But I don't know what else he's done. I knew he knew what I had just handed him. "Go ahead son, you're a man now. Join Daddy in a smoke." He was a little hesitant, but I pushed it up to his lips and lit a lighter, melting the crystals. He took a big bit, coughing out a large white cloud. "Go ahead, take another one son." I encouraged him. He took another big hit, not coughing so much. I kept encouraging him to take more, and the dumb bitch didn't even realize I wasn't hitting it. After his 6th big hit, the pipe was empty and he flopped back on the couch. I knew he was flying, and I knew it was time for his real present. He wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes, so it was really easy to rip his jeans and underwear off of him. "What the fuck Dad?" he started, but a couple hard slaps across his face silenced him. "Shut the fuck up boy!" I ordered him. "The free ride is over. From now on you're going to earn your existence!" His skinny,pale body was no match for my pumped up muscles. I had had him naked and on his stomach before he knew what hit him. Ripping off my shorts I lined up my hard 8 inch cock up to his hole, and spit a couple loogies on my dick for lube. Holding his shoulders down I forced my cock in his virgin hole as hard as I could. He howled as I breached his ass ring, pushing my mushroom head into him and continuing till I was buried to my balls. I felt a warm wetness surround my cock as his cherry was ripped apart. He thrashed and cried beneath me begging for me to stop. I just started fucking him hard and deep, loving the red that covered my dick everytime I pulled out. God damn it was nice to have some hot boy ass again! I was going to make him a great whore. I pulled all the way out, looking at his busted open pussy, red oozing out of it, and rammed back in to the hilt, causing more howling from the cunt. I just kept on pounding his new pussy over and over. Eventually he quieted down and actually started moaning, and soon was pushing his ass back on me. "That's right boy. Ride your daddy's cock. Feel good boy? That's the cock that made your worthless life bitch. But now you have a purpose! You're going to be my whore and make daddy lots of money!" He just moaned beneath me as I talked dirty to him. "That's right bitch, moan for me. I know your faggot ass loves it. This is why you were born! Now take my cum. Take your daddy's cum in your whore cunt!" I pumped my son full of my cum as his pussy milked me dry, sucking my sperm deep in his guts. When I finished breeding his new cunt, I unloaded with a torrent of piss, making him my urinal. "Don't worry about school, I said, pulling out of him as his ravaged hole leaked piss and cum, "you won't be going there anymore. You'll be too busy working for me!" I turned off the camera knowing I had something totally hot to sell on the internet.

A willing Poz fella The guy had been messaging me for a while, you the type not to many details but was making suggestive playful messages of what he’d like to do with me. I was curious and after a few weeks told him to stop messaging me and get his fucking arse round. No contact well that’s that another timewaster. A month went past and I got the Hey message pop up it was the fella again, saying he couldn’t stop think about me fucking him and he asked me for a time to meet. Having deleted his mails I said stop it right there you send me a picture of your face body and arse before I’ll do anything. Next day this email arrived with attachments (his pictures) this fella was very early twenty’s at best, dark haired and very twinky, what surprised me has just how hairy he was for one so young (not my thing at all) anyway if he showed up I’d deal with that. Once again I explained that I was Poz and that I only fucked raw and that is exactly what he would get if he manned up and came round. Silence again…..then later he messaged me and said he was good with it. So I sent him my address and told him to be round first thing in the morning, still not expecting him to turn up. The next day I was awake early, logged on and he wasn’t on line, no show was running through my head….about 11am the door bell rang postman I thought WRONG John (name changed) had manned up… “Once you step in I’ll be owning your arse and you know what that means”, he nodded his head and stepped in. Right lets see I’m thinking closing and locking the door behind me, studying my prey about 5ft 8 no more than 130 pounds in the flesh not stunning looking but not bad either, “on your knees” lets see how obedient he is, straight down….. “right what do you want from me John”…. “Please can you teach me all about raw sex with men” John said quietly. Ok Stand up and follow me, I had him under my control now and not being a complete bastard I thought lets take this slow as I could see he was a little nervous, we sat in the kitchen for a while as I made coffee and I spoke to him about why he was doing this, turns out he wanted into porn but was getting knocked back because of his looks and lack of experience. What he was looking for from me was to sex him up teach him how to be the best cum hound he could be….. “OK John, think its time to see what we are working with and start your training” he seemed quit relaxed now. So we made are way to my fun room which was set up with a range of BDSM gear, Sling, ST Andrews Cross and a good range of toys, John surprised me by saying he was looking forward to seeing all of this, “it’ll be more fun when you become part of it….. “Strip” John was out of his clothes in a flash and dam was he a hairy little fucker…his cock was good 6 inches with a nice set of low hangers (Hairy!!!)….OK John I’m going to give you a new look, taking him by the hand and attaching him to the St Andrews Cross….First your going to lose the hair, first stage would be clippers then wet shave and finally hairy removal cream (which would smart a bit),his arm pits got it first, chest, legs leaving his back, sack and crack till last…Once I finished the first stage he looked mighty fine and I thought lets see how he takes to nipple clamps and boy did he howl J but he looked great, once he had calmed down I added some weight to stretch them explaining to him it would be easier when I gave him his nipple rings, this made him look frightened “remember John when you stepped in you knew the rule, I own your arse” Stage 2 Sack, back and crack the guy was now completely stripped of his hair, clearly he liked to look as I couldn’t stop looking at himself in the large mirror opposite, now the hair removal cream too really clean him off, I got it from the fridge so it was nice and cold to start with…I inserted a ball gag, he would need it then applied the cream knowing it would feel cold and then the burning would start…..5 minutes in he was bucking around, time to wash him off, now completely cleaned up I took some pictures….he was now fucking sexy but something was missing, I know a cock ring to start with. I got a thick silver one out and decided to give him a blow job at the same time, slipping the ring over his cock and ball made the blood flow through his cock which looked like it was ready to explode and I know from experience once I had eased his foreskin back that the head would become huge….ok time to get serious with him I stripped and he got to see my body for the first time, my cock which was of similar size was rock hard and being gym fit I knew he was lusting after me….I sank to my knees and gave him a blow job his pre cum was so sweet, with my lips I peeled his foreskin back and his cock head grow in my mouth, soon enough I was going down all the way on him and he erupted a thick wad of cum into my mouth which I deposited into a small bowl for later…removing his ball gag I said how was that….. “fuck I love it” he said. Giving him a minute I released him and went and got some drinks. I return to find him checking himself out in the mirror… “like it” I said “sure do” ok time for you to get fucked up I think, taking him to the padded saw horse I attached him face down and butt up. Moving round I said you have a choice of lube I can use a bit of spit to open you up with or I can use your cum from earlier, would you like cum or spit…. “cum please” good choice. Right open your mouth make my cock good and wet…he gagged at first but soon got the hang of it….this guy was worth the wait, taking my cock out I moved round to the object soon to be my conquest his puckered hairless hole, I rimmed him for a while until I could wait any longer, applying his cum to the head of my cock and his hole I pushed hard until his spinster opened up and my head popped in, holding it there until he became use to it I said how does it feel “fuck so good, I want it all” “you want my POZ seed in you don’t you” “YES please breed me, Poz me up” before he finished I pushed hard and went balls deep and slowly fucked him for a while…dam he was dry so pulling out I decided to use the rest of his cum and wank another load out of him which took no time at all. I used two fingers to open him up again and pored his cum in his hole. Quickly moving in I pushed balls deep in one hard thrust, his cum in his hole felt so good, this time I rammed him so hard I knew I has hitting his prostrate as he blow another load, this guy could cum for England, it didn’t take to much longer for my balls to start to tighten but I didn’t want it yet! So I pulled out noticing the small trail of blood on my cock, that’s good my bug would ease into his blood stream for sure. Getting my tightest cock ring on the head of my cock now fully swollen I pushed back in the hot hole he screamed “Fuck that feels so fucking thick” picking up the pace I said tell me what you want John “breed me, POZ me up, breed me deep” that was it no stopping now my cum made its way to the head of my cock and one final deep push released its poison seed deep into his fuck shoot “arhh fuck yes take my poison seed you little cumslut”, my cock was spitting cum long and hard in this fresh guys hole and he was loving it…. To be continued

I've already booked my room at the congress and want to take as many loads as I can. Also willing to host other bottoms, tops, etc for some hot fucking fun. Anyone else going to IML for some all night, open-door, walk-in fuck fun?

B.R.A.T. (Bitch Ready And Turned-out) – Chapter 1, the Interview: The BRAT’s gaping ass winked and smiled at me as I took the latest pic with my new gold iPhone 6sPlus for the stash showing the slut’s shaved hole bruised, swollen, and dripping with my infected nutt. Seconds later the BRAT’s humiliation was secure in the cloud and being shared with a few select friends as the little shit whined and pleaded, “PLEASE MASTER SEARGENT, FUCK ME SOME MORE.” A quick backhand and the room grew still as the little shit had learned early on what happens when you disobey me. He may get away with his attitude and mouth with his Moms, but not with me – MASTER SEARGENT MAURICE LECLAIRE – UNITED STATES MARINE AND ALL AROUND TOP DAWG AND BITCH USER AND ABUSER. I love my country. I really do, and I served it well, but three tours helping people on another continent save their own asses meant my life back home went to shit. Oh I’m thankful I came home in one piece alright, lots of my buddies didn’t, yet I sacrificed years of my life, a fiancée who decided she’d prefer a different future than one with me, family who passed who I did not get to say goodbye to, and then I finally get back and the best fucking job offer I could get was a line cook at a God damn fast food joint. Not much need for a man who’s life work was learning how to protect, or kill, and ensuring others were operationally ready and able to take the enemy down. In the brigade I was honored, respected, and looked to for leadership by those above me and those below me. Those below me were allowed to call me “Top” – Corps nickname for Master Sergeants – but it fit me well, not least of all because for those grunts that needed an extra incentive to follow command, my dick of death provided the guidance required. I had plenty of confirmed kills during my time overseas. So back in the civilian world, here I was, alone, adrift, on my own with no blood family and no Corps. At 6”4, 262 pounds of racked and stacked muscle with a chiseled jaw, tight fade, and a fist that can crack walnuts, I stand out, but none of that seemed to matter much in the real world trying to find a ‘real’ job. Fuck I had a real job, now I just got my hustle, and right now my hustle is all about milking this BRAT for every penny, drug, gift, and use I can while plowing that tight hole into submission. I had been out 90 days – 90 fucking days of frustration, adrift in a strange world. I needed to blow off some steam without any complications, so I hopped in my truck, rolled a big blunt, and eased on out to the Adult Book Store (ABS) in Laurel. A good blow job, a few pieces of ass, some strong kush and all would be right with the world for a few hours at least. I liked the ABS as I knew the men there were looking for what I had to offer, were willing to pay to get it, and were not generally about putting their business out for the world to see like some of the internet hook up sites. I needed to fuck, not hear your life story or exchange a dozen emails for you to figure out what I’m looking for. The clerk at the ABS about fell over himself when I walked in. He was not my usual hustle, but you know what they say about making friends with the help and being good to the little people? Well all it took was one deep dicking and my fist wrecking his man cunt so he could barely stand for a week and he was my grunt for life. Little fuck could not contain himself as I ‘promised’ I would see him again soon while he loaded my hands up with tokens – all on the house. Once I entered the back with the video booths all the little queens flocked around me like a pen full of hens as the big cocked rooster entered the yard. I strutted to the back, a trail of kush smoke in my wake, as I eyed each hen up and down, dismissing them one by one. My eyes settled on a scrawny white man, wiry hair, glasses, nose too small for his face, but a fat ass Rolex on his right wrist and multiple rings on each hand with diamonds in various shapes and sizes. I cornered the little chick, gripped his Rolex in my left hand and raised his arm up for a better view. He about ready to shit himself right there when I then lowered his hand and made him stroke my growing dick. That’s the look – the look of a cock hungry motha-fucka who craves monster black dick. “My name’s Edmund,” the little hen squawked as I shoved him into a booth and locked the door. I shook my head in wonder and disgust – dumb ass – what the fuck makes him think I’m here to chat? “OWW OWW OWW you’re hurting me…” he cried out as I clamped my right hand onto his shoulder and pinched the nerves between the bones to shut him up and make him kneel. Once he was on the floor and had finished looking around at the filth and shit now sticking to his custom tailored pants, he was left speechless at the site of my now hard dick protruding out over my nutt sac. Fucking bottoms are all alike and genetically programmed I think to know what to do – faggot instinct – and after he gently tucked his glasses in his shirt pocket, Edmund opened his mouth and took a neck beating like he had never had before. I leaned back against the wall and lit a new blunt as the dick sucker fought to catch his breath and I prayed he wouldn’t fall out on me from some asthma attack or shit. “Do…do…you want to fuck me?” Edmund asked like a child begging for a cookie. What the fuck did he think I was here for? In response I pulled him back up to his feet and turned him around and waited as he dropped his drawers. A little 420 spit in my hand, some strategically lobbed at his crack, and the hen was shaking in need, fear, and anticipation. Suddenly his arm came back around and his hand held up a gold wrapped packet, “Please…please…here’s the condom.” I slapped his hand away, stepped back, took a big hit of kush, blew the smoke out, and kept the blunt between my lips as I zipped up. Edmund frantically spun around, “What…oh…no…I…OK, OK, but please don’t cum in me.” I squinted my eyes, held my smoke, and tilted my head to the right and waited. 5 – 4 – 3 – 2…and then the dick hungry hen bent back over, wagged his hungry pussy and showed me he needed my dick in him nice and raw the way men were meant to fuck. Time to test the waters. Some more 420 spit, one finger – now two – spit – yeah this hen has ass pussy, but still, he ain’t prepared for Master Sergeant. I tapped the blunt out on the crooked, metal folding chair. Stepped close and let the rich cock-sucker feel the weight of my dick as I tapped it lightly against his little cheeks. When I knew he was eager beyond stopping, I leaned forward, covered his chirpy little face with my big mitt, wrapped my right arm under torso, bent forward, and SKEWERED HIS RAW ASS LIKE A KABOB. GOD DAMN THERE’S NOTHING LIKE FEELING A BODY TREMBLE AND SHAKE AS I THRUST INSIDE THEM! That moment when they question what they have done, when they realize they are powerless to stop me, when they are fighting not me, but themselves as to what will happen next. Not like they have a say really. This is my time, my fuck, I’m in charge. The little fucker’s anal ring tried to squeeze and push and fight my invasion. No fucking way. My dick had landed and I was taking the enemy down, but I was in this to win the war, not just a shit battle. So, a minute of brutal fucking later I paused, the hen’s chest heaving under my weight, I jam fucked his guts a few more times and bottomed out balls deep on the last one and his entire body flutters. I then eased out of his hole, stepped back by the chair, picked up my blunt, and lit it. “What…I…are...” the fucking hen squawked and stammered, “How about…how about we go to the motel just down the road. You know the one with the green sign?” I took my time, weighed my options, he looked like he had the most hustle potential out of the fucks I saw when I walked in, so I nodded, zipped up my pants as he pulled himself together. Before he could finish tucking his shirt in I had pushed him out the door of the booth, past the brood of hens, and smiled at the clerk with a, ‘I’ll see you later for a dick down,’ wave of my hand. Once in the parking lot I strode to my truck as the hen dashed to his car – a fucking Maybach. A 2016 Mercedes Maybach S600 – easily topping $190,000. Fuck – looks like my little hen might just be the fucking goose that laid the motha-fucking golden egg. Time to adjust my plan. Five minutes later, my truck was idling in the motel parking lot as the hen – no my golden goose – got us a room. His Maybach stuck out like a fucking sore thumb to anyone who knew shit about cars, but that’s alright, if I can protect platoons of men I can protect this four wheel gem. My flustered goose scuttled back to his car and drove to the end of the motel and parked in front of the last room. I pulled my truck right in back of his Maybach and parked it about 6-inches from his back bumper. The little fucker freaked and was literally hopping side to side in fear, but when I stepped down out of my truck he said, “Good idea…good idea… that way no one can jack my car right?” Right. Sure. Whatever shut your mouth. My goose nervously pulled the vinyl drapes closed once we entered the room. I walked right behind him and opened them the fuck back up. If someone wanted to stand there and try to see our nasty puppet show through the filthy sheers, so be it. Plus, I liked to see the damage I do. I get a perverse and twisted sense of accomplishment seeing the red drip, seeing the skin purple and bruise, seeing the welts rise and grow. The goose did not question me – that was good – and without a word he undressed and bent over the end of the bed showing me he was ready for more dick. Good slut. Compliant, obedient, dick hungry, willing to serve. I unzipped my pants and stepped closer. My goose started to hold out the same fucking condom packet he had showed me in the ABS, then thought better of it and clenched it back into his fist. Fucker knew. They all know. Time to get bred. My kush spit hit square on his waiting hole and with a deathly gasp he accepted my raw dick as I plunged into him. This time there would be no mercy, no fucking surrender, no God damn stopping until I was done and nutted that silk hole up. All my frustration, all my need, all my desire, all my anger was released into that raw ass. Did he ask me to stop? Did he beg me to ease up? Did he try to run from the dick? Yeah, sure, but what the fuck did I care. Too late for all that pussy shit. Edmund screamed as I slammed his pink hole – shredding that white ass – making it my cunt. Too shocked to run, too much pain to focus, too turned the fuck on to move, the little fucker temporarily went comatose and mind numb as I dug his shit out. I slapped him a few times to get the blood flowing and when he started to struggle I turned the shit up a notch and deep dicked those guts. My golden goose became a blabbering idiot as I raped that white pussy rough, dark, red and got it ready for my Master Sergeant seed. Harder, deeper, no stopping now as my freight train dick pulled into the station and dropped all my AIDS coal in his chute. YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, FUCKING POZZED HIS ASS. ONCE YOU LET ME IN YOU GONNA GET THE BUG, GONNA GET CHARGED, GONNA GET LIT UP WITH MY SUPER JUICE! NOTHING BUT SUPERIOR ALPHA DICK – UNMEDICATED – SKIN TO SKIN – BREEDING AND SEEDING!! I was not done yet and the first load is like getting into my groove. My little goose tapped out, begged, tapped out again, and I kept right on trucking. First hole shredded, second hole wrecked, third hole destroyed! That’s how I role and when I was done, his lilly white ass was beat red from the blood inside and out. A couple slaps and Edmund was able to focus, his breathing got more regular and I was glad to know I would not have to add another body to my count. Once his faculties came back he could not stop blabbering about how fucking amazing that was, he had never been fucked like that before, thanking me, and begging for me. I’d give it to him, but there was business to take care of first like how much he was going to pay me for that dick down. Pay me for bugging him up. Pay me for making sure he knew who his AIDs Top DADDY was – ME! Edmund made a few lame excuses of how he didn’t know, he didn’t have any cash and some stupid shit, but quickly learned once I slapped him a few times I don’t broker no BS and that I had only given him a taste of the strafing fire I could lay down. He quickly started offering his cufflinks, this ring, that ring, and finally his Rolex. Fuck that’s right. I dicked that little faggot down right out of his gold time piece and he begged to give it to me. Once the prize was in my pocket I dropped it down and spit raped that fucker again just to show him my shit was worth anything he got and this time – much to my surprise – my little goose held his own and even began to push back and get into the bounce. Load number two was buried so deep he would be shitting my toxic babies out on Thursday! A few hours later and load number three was streaming out of that loose and floppy cunt and my golden goose was one happy little fuck! My balls felt good and relaxed now and after another blunt, so did I, then I settled back and chilled as my fleshlight stammered on about his rich bitch wife, problem child stepson, stress at work, and the challenges of being filthy rich. Poor thing. I didn’t really pay much mind to what he was saying until one comment caught my ears and I asked him to repeat what he had just said. Apparently he and his uber-MILF wife were trying to find someone to serve as a body guard/baby sitter and someone to be the all-around-keep-the-stupid-kid-out-of-trouble-authority figure. The kid – technically a man now having turned 18 a few months back - had graduated from high school only because the teachers couldn’t stand him anymore and wanted him gone. His life goal was to ‘find himself’ and my goose blamed it on the wife. She had been divorced 4 times, he was now husband #5, and the kid had always been spoiled. Her money, ex-husbands’ money, baby daddy money – it all added up to one fucked kid that had been in and out of rehab since the age of 12. He was out of control and for years the parents had just thrown up their arms and pretended he was not there or not their problem. That’s what the lawyers and help were for. My goose finished his damn sob story and then made his initial offer. Might I be available? Was I qualified? Would it interest me? While I mulled it over, he had gotten up and started to casually put his clothes back on. I figured the best way to negotiate was from a position of power so while he continued yammering, I set my blunt in the ashtray, stood up, eased in behind him for a stealth attack, pushed the fucker face first onto the bed, ripped his fancy slacks down and bang fucked his ass dry, double-time quick and deep, to make sure I had his attention. Once he was begging like an incoherent cunt, I slapped him, made him focus, and ordered him to tell me more. I liked what he had to say and now for the hard sell. As my goose’s tail feathers quivered underneath me, I slowly eased back out of his pooper, angled to my right and scraped his gut walls until I hit his organs. Shit like this had to be fed right – forced deep – like foie gras. My goose squawked, sighed, and begged for more. I eased back out slowly and stopped. Waited. Held my position right at the edge of his hole. He was flopping around under me trying to ride me but I held firm. Soon he got the idea and started throwing numbers up. As the numbers got higher, my dick got longer, wider, and deeper. Once he hit $3k per week plus expenses, plus the use of the Escalade, plus bonus tips for any extra curricular activities he and I may do, well I made sure my goose got basted deep and cooked through and through. Edmund was still wiping the dripping cum off his hole when I added one more caveat. I would deal with the kid my way – no questions asked from him or the wife. My rules. My limits. I’m the MASTER SEARGANT AND MY DICK IS CHARGED AND LOADED. Stay tuned for B.R.A.T. (Bitch Ready And Turned-out) – Chapter 2, Cry Wolf.

It took me forever to get dressed. It was my first college party and I wanted to look good. I mean I knew I looked good, but I wanted to pick the right clothes. I looked in the mirror staring at the 5'5 145 latino stud looking back. I lifted up the tight black shirt I'd picked seeing the outlining of the matching underarmor briefs I chose in a tight pair of jeans showing off my strong legs and big ass, I inspeced my four/sixish pack of smooth stomach and my chest which had been growing nicely thanks to all the new hours at the university gym. I'd shed the geeky glasses and spiked my short black hair and yeah I felt it. I looked good. This was the first college party I'd go to. I got my invite on grinder. so i knew there would be a lot of gay boys there. I'd recently just gotten out of a 4 year relationship with my high school bf (yeah we thought we'd be together forever but ended after I saw him getting fucked by his neighbor in the jockstrap I bought for him). I was antisocial. I knew it, but I was determined to prove I could have a good time on my own. I mean college is for experimenting and meeting new people right, and few gay friends couldn't hurt. I rang the doorbell as I arrived and a cute boy answered the door. He smiled and stood there awkwardly. "Hi" I answered trying to break the silence "I was invited by Greg" I thought I should leave the part out about getting to know Greg on grindr. We'd flirted but never met before. Traded photos. He was a hot slim stud around my built but had about 10 lbs of muscle on me, and at least 2 or 3 inches taller. The boy at the door who was a twink slim with I have to admit a nice bubble butt ass in some tight jeans stood there still and silent with a giant grin. "Can I come in?" I asked "I'm so fucking high right now" He blurted out and then covered his mouth and started laughing and walked away from the door. which I guess was an invitation in. I walked in and yeah it was a sausage fest. there was a giant living room table set up with a beer pong game going in full swing. at least 15 guys there all with a red solo cup or a bottle in hand. It was a grindr party. Id seen at least every face or torso in the room at least once on the app. Few of the guys gave me bro nods as I walked around searching for the only guy I knew there, the host. It was a pretty good group all considered. I recognized couple guys on the wrestling team, all pretty fit and jockish looking, one of which was acting more fem than I'd ever guess a guy that looked like him to act. There was practically half the swim team and a quater of the boys track team. I think every guy in the drama department showed up, which accounted for the guys that didn't look like they walked out of magazine but each of them still very handsome/pretty. and then several others I didn't recognize. strangers like myself. I walked around still looking for greg getting approached with hi's and and who are you's from randoms as I walked around. Till I found myself in the backyard where the other 10 or so people were smoking and drinking. "You made it!" Greg walked right up to me. God felt so good to just not feel so awkward and know someone. "You look great" he said. "Thanks you too." I responded. He did. He's body was ripped and he showed it off in a loose hipster muscle shirt. and the guys he was hanging with had at least 20 lbs of muscle on me. Damn, I thought, this guy knows how to throw a party. This could have been the set up for a porno. "You don't have a drink?" "No no," I stammered, "I just got here" "Have mine" one of the more musclar guys sitting around the stone table where greg had been offered. " I've had enough" "Um thanks" I took a sip. "Drink that slowly." Greg smiled. "It packs a kick" I smiled, and pretended to know what he meant. then took another drink. Everyone around the table chuckled a bit and then they pulled me up a chair. I sat down and just listened mostly keeping to my drink. I couldn't help that as the drink went down I kept feeling warmer. like a fever rush in my chest arms and legs and ...dick. Gregs friend brough us another round, so I quickly finished what was left in my first glass and started on number too. Greg was staring at me smiling and whispered into the ear of another toppless hottie sitting next to him. I sipped my drink and couldn't help feeling how warm I was, but also how good my skin felt. The chair everything felt good, and I found myself smiling and laughing randomly. Dylan, the guy that had given my drink put his arm on my shoulder and offered me another full cup. I swigged down my second and started on my third when my head began to spin. Dylans giant hand on me felt so good. I wanted him to touch me so bad. Suddenly greg was on my side whispering in my ear. "How you feeling Jay." "I feel great!" I said, probably louder than necessary, because the company outside burst out laughing. "Take your shirt off man," Greg offered." The air feels great." I didn't think twice of it. I took my shirt off and yeah, the night breeze felt amazing. "Damn boy" Dylan exclaimed letting his hand rub over my chest. "You're bigger than you look in that little shirt." "Yeah...I been...bluck...bull...bulking up..."I was stuttering there was more laughing and I laughed too. I flexed a little bit. I wasn't the biggest guy there but I knew I could match the swim team and wrestling team bodies and dylans hand made me shiver as his fingers rand down my spine. "We should do body shots!" greg announced and moments later a tray of tequila or vodka or both was being held outside. "You first jay." I laughed but was moved to the stone table and guided to lay on my back. Greg poured salt on my neck and dylan put a lime in my mouth. Slowly greg licked the nap of my neck which almost made me swallow the lime, then took his shot and saved me from choking. "How was that?" Greg asked. I smiled but before I could answer. Dylan poured salt on my nipple and began licking. I moaned loudly as someone placed a new lime in my mouth and dylan tounge took it quite skillfully from me. I moaned as dylan stayed longer kissing me when I felt a new tongue slurping salt from my navel. A lime was pushed between dylan and I, and dylans mouth held it as a new mouth took it and then let his tongue travel into my mouth. When dylan got up from my line of view. I saw a group of guys standing around me licking lips and holding a shot. more salt was being pourd on my chest, abs and neck as four sets of mouths descended on my body and sucked and teethed and licked before taking a shot. I felt a hand rubbing my hard cock through my jeans. One of the swimmers team members pulled down my pants and forgot about the salt and sucked on my inner thigher hard making me shiver and moan feelilng his tongue slip from my inner thigh up to the lining of my underwear and under where the covered before taking his shot. But now all pretense seemed to be gone. My head was pulled back and I was looking up staring at a good size thick cock dripping with precum. Dylan waved the cock in my face my mouth opened with awe seeing it. and he wasted no time in pushing it into my inviting mouth. I couldn't help but moan feeling the warm cock slipping into my mouth guiding the pulsing shaft into me feeling his balls reach my nose and suddenly gaging so hard he was forced out of my mouth. his precum and my spit now left a trail on my face from where his cock had just been. Dylan smiled and guided it back into my mouth this time not as deep and began to rythmically pump his hard cock into my throat softly and shallow and then depper as the strokes progressed till my gaging reflex relaxed. I moaned with each new intrusion into my mouth. It felt wet warm dirty and amazing. suddenly my own cock was being enveloped. But this wasn't an ass. I don't remember when lub was rubbed on my 8inch dick but I felt a warm body climb over me and lower itself on my cock. The hole was open and wet and warm and it swallowed my whole dick quickly and begand to bounce on me. My hips thrusted instinctually and I could hear moaning happening above me. My head was spinning I barely noticed dylan remove his wet dick from my mouth until I realized a new dick was being introduced. This one thicker and shorter and tasted like it had been covered in cum. I tasted cum I knew it, but this cock was still hard as if it had been covered in cum but not cum itself. I heard the cock's owner say yeah clean off my cock! and I moaned and sucked harder. Voices all around me grew louder. Whats going on I thought MORE TO COME

Chapter 1 - How It Started I'm ashamed to admit that I was a PrEP whore. I was very picky about who loaded my ass before I was on PrEP, usually only letting dear friends take that opportunity. But I was in denial, and I knew it. I knew I was meant to be a jizzwhore for any and all loads, meant to please men whether I knew them or not. Whether I could see them or not. It was my destiny. Daddy was a long-time friend of mine. He took care of me when I went through some rough times, and (in some cases, literally) helped make me the man I am today. Our sexual relationship didn't start until a few years ago, largely because I knew He was poz and that scared the heck out of me, while at the same time making my dick twitch. But He knew my fantasies, and we talked frequently about how I craved being a sperm receptacle. Meanwhile, He regaled me with tales of all of the holes He was breeding, which simply made my desires stronger, and my hole jealous, but I wasn't ready to fulfill my desires as this was a few years before PrEP. We had a few spontaneous moments of passion, where inevitably my inner slut came out and I offered him my ass. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, but the first few times He denied me that satisfaction, and it only drove me wilder. We were (and still are) very close friends, and when we lived in the city would frequently hang out, go to the bars, and just spend time together. On one of my hornier nights, I invited Him over before we went out for some drinks. I was already horny, but all I could think about as He was on His way was that massive cock that I'd continuously been denied. My inner slut got the best of me and He was greeted at the door by a dumb, neg wannabe cumslut - face down and ass up, naked on the floor. This was my fantasy, to be used as an object for real men. And He knew it. His hands were cold to the touch as He caressed my naked body, grazing slightly over my rock hard dripping cock, and then slowly over to my pre-lubed cunt. I was shaking in a combination of fear of doing something stupid, and anticipation of finally getting this man's raw cock in my guts. After a few minutes of this torture, He unzipped his fly and pulled out his massive, pierced, 8" poz cock. I heard Him spit on it for a little additional lube, and slowly enter my hole. I've never been particularly tight thanks to a lot of sex and ass play, so His cock slid in easily and I gasped when it bottomed out at that magnificent point deep in my ass. He reached to grab a bottle of poppers laying nearby on the floor, and handed it to me. "Take a big hit, boy" he growled in my ear. Happily, I complied. Not that I needed it, but we all know that undeniable, piggy rush we get while taking a hit and being fucked. My ass must have opened up even more because without notice He picked up to full speed, bruising my insides with deep, hard thrusts. I was in heaven. After a few minutes of moaning like a bitch while meeting every single one of this man's thrusts, He said "take another hit of poppers, boy". Again, I complied, this time not yet realizing that this was a calculated move on His part. Once the head rush kicked in, His thrusts got harder. "You ready to get bred, boy?" His breath was becoming ragged. "Please don't cum in me, SIR" BAM. He slammed in harder and stopped, balls deep. "What the fuck, boy? You're the one who was ass up when I got here" A rush of guilt and fear washed over me. He was right, but I was terrified. "I know SIR, but I'm not ready..." "That ass seemed more than ready when I walked in and found it prelubed and waving in the air for Me" "I'm sorry SIR, I just can't" He started fucking me again, His cock seemingly harder than before. "Too fucking bad, boy. You don't get to be a tease and not expect Me to unload in that cunt. You're going to get what you were begging for." I struggled, literally. I tried hard to crawl out from this bucking bronco, but He had me pinned to the floor. His thrusts were becoming harder and He was obviously about to cum. Suddenly, I noticed my ass was totally empty of any cock. "ARGH" He erupted as his cock did the same, spewing his toxic cum on my back instead. "Fuck you, boy" he growled, the frustration in his voice apparent. Daddy let me off the hook, at least this time. I felt guilty after that, and convinced myself I wouldn't do anything as cruel as that again.

I have no issue with the stigma, as mentioned before homosexuality has been stigmatised by idiots, but thats other peoples problem. My issue is that since my diagnosis I've been feeling a sense of isolation. Living just outside of normal society with a limited pool of potential partners makes me feel like my life has stalled. When I do find somebody to play with then its full speed ahead towards destination fuck frenzy but at the moment I'm lonely. I'm sure I'll work it out in the end.

A couple of things: chemo costs MUCH more than HIV meds. Yet you wouldn't deny cancer patients the right to have treatment. Nor complain about the astronomical cost shared by insurance holders. Some cancers are preventable yet you would not deny those patients the right to treatment. So it's not right that you single out this disease/virus. Second, not having to worry about AIDS is problematic? I'm very thankful we don't. Would you rather the drug preventing AIDS (and protecting against contracting HIV) had never been discovered? I understand why you say that, but think of the cost of lives had it not been found. That is rather selfish on your part. And very narrow minded. I don't understand your reason for singling out ONE health issue when there are MANY health issues caused by bad habits. And are far more costly. Third and last: having HIV, the stigma is already there. You should look up HIV stigma on YouTube and learn from it. They are trying to change people just like you. People are already stigmatizing gays. Hell.. You have. Your comments in the very first post did that. You put us all in one generalized basket. The lame stream media doesn't have to pick up the story to accomplish that. It's already there. I have been told that I'm a threat to society, that I'm a waste of space and air, and that I should eat a bullet. And these were gay people who told me that. So I already deal with the stigma. Having YOU come on here and further that onto a message board that has become a community for me to feel free and accepted and not have to worry about being judged for what I have is very frustrating. To say the least. I already look at the price every damn time I get my meds from the pharmacy and realize the cost others have to share. But there's not a damned thing I can do about it. Instead of spouting off, go find a big bottle of compassion and swallow it all. We all come from different walks of life on here. Some did get it by chasing, but I'm betting the majority did not. We each have our own story. And they don't belong in the fiction section. Fantasy rarely lives up to reality, and what we are living is not fantasy. It is reality. One that stares us in the face every time we open the pill bottle. We can talk all we want about how people should do this and shouldn't do that, but we don't live in perfect bodies in a perfect world. Humans fuck up. And there is always a price to pay. This isn't Utopia. It's planet earth. So stop the stigmatizing yourself. Some of us beat ourselves up enough about having it. We don't need others helping. I look forward to the day this thread is no longer on the front page. May it be very soon.

I have a dumb question. I have never been to TBRU but want to go. Once there are there group sex parties in the rooms, if so how do you know when and what room to go to? I want to get my ass fucked all weekend but since I never been and don't know anyone who has been or going I need help and really want to make sure it worth the trip.

I'm not really fussy. I just love a man's hole no matter color, hair or size. The more open you are to types of guys, the more fun you'll have.

I live here, would be nice to take a ton of cum, maybe breed a few too

I don't care how hard I get used...cuddle afterwards. God, that's just as hot, just as intimate. Invariably, we also get to talking about what just happened, how it was, what worked, and cocks start swelling again, and the Great Game commences once more. :-)

I rarely get hard when bottoming and my erection is pretty dependent on the attitude of the other guy. Guys who are verbal and descriptive about what they want usually make me rock hard, but once I'm mounted and getting fucked all the focus seems to go into my hole. I used to jack while getting fucked, but I like getting fucked so much that I come really easily while getting fucked, so I usually end up hands off and that just ends up making me sluttier.

So I took a sauna visit this afternoon, fairly small place in a local town. Ran into a guy I met there three years ago - I remembered him, but he didn't remember me. Hey I'm just a fuckhole for these top guys! I remembered him because back then he fucked me so hard and for so long I kinda tripped out. Definitely memorable. This time, he was more direct. Got straight to rimming me, filling my hole with spit so it was nice and slippy then to my delight just shoved his cock inside me. Now this sauna has condoms and lube in every private room, but neither of us even considered dipping into that! So I was particularly happy he chose to fuck me raw He fucks me good and hard for about ten minutes then abruptly pulls out. I turn around, thinking he's gonna ask me to change positions and I see he's cumming. What the fuck, man! I realised I hadn't said he could cum in me - I thought it was obvious - so he pulled out. I grabbed his still wet cock and got it back inside me and told him he definitely shoulda given me that cumshot.. Don't worry, he says, I'll be ready again in about half an hour. Sure enough he was and I got my cumshot! A bit later on, I get fucked by three other guys, sadly all safe - I protested each time but they insisted god dammit - but all I could think about was the fact they were fucking that cumshot (technically two cumshots - see below) deeper into my ass with every condom-wearing thrust! That was four, five hours ago and the cum hasn't cum back out yet. Think it's been fucked into me good and hard... I have heard it can get absorbed if in for long enough. If so, this is a first for me. It feels good, the deepest I've ever taken a man's seed ... Now here's the real skanky confession. After the first fuck with my bareback guy, when he shot his load onto the floor instead of deep in my ass.... well, I waited for him to leave the private room, and found the pool of cum, and scooped it up with my fingers and straight into my ass! Really made sure it was up there good. Got down on all fours and cleaned the rest off the floor with my tongue which got me so hard I almost autoshot my own cumload... What a skanky fucking cumslut I am!

You're a good fucking cum slut! Love it!! I think if you didn't bother saying anything, the guy should have just assumed to blow his load in you. But it is actually nice that he was more considerate of you. Too bad the other guys insisted on condoms -I hate that! I had a guy fuck me who wouldn't even cum in me with the condom on just to avoid any risk. I was so frustrated! Glad you got that load worked up in you good and deep. I always keep it in until it's absorbed -I've never seen cum come out of my ass.

Yesterday met up with my buddy and we went to my bottom fuckhole's place and used his hungry hole. I fucked and bred him first, then my buddy plowed him and bred him. Then I ate his hole and my buddy's load out of his hole, and I was still horny and fucked the shit out of him and gave him another load. Left him dripping and used. Hot time!

For the last couple of weeks, I've been running into this tall, thin swimmer twink in the locker room at the university gym where I work out. And it was hard to miss that we've been checking each other out. So, when I saw him today, I flashed him a hint of the goods and went into the adjacent changing room, which can be locked from the outside. Like I said, not much of body, way skinnier than I like, but a cute face. I locked the door, and he started to perform a very nervous blowjob on me. I squeezed out some lube and worked it into his asshole so he knew what I was really after. I bent him over the changing table, fucked a load into him while he jacked off. Then I showered and went home . Seems a bit mundane in ontrast with the proceeding few posts, but it was what it was.

Took 4 cocks yesterday: First one was a usual hookup. Black poz guy. I showed up and surprised him with my Andrew Christian jock. He was so turned on. He flipped me over, rimmed me lubed up and slid in while I hit the poppers. Fucked me for about 5 minutes then came inside me. Kept fucking and getting his load deeper then he said he was gonna cum again and did. He wanted to jack me off but I told him I had another hookup planned after. Second and third cock was part of a 3some. Another fb of mine had a friend over. They both took turns on my hole and spit roasted me. Pretty hot session. Last guy was off a4a. Told him I was loaded already and told me to hurry over. He was married and in his late 30s. Entered me without any lube and churned around the cum getting me real sloppy. Told me I was really loose. Makes me feel like a true slut

So this guy from Grindr and I have talked sometimes before but never did anything because he wanted raw dick and I was still hesitating about it. Today he hit me up and I went to his place, very good ass, dark skined, a little furry and a delicious hole. I rimmed his ass and then started to fuck him raw. While I was fucking him I pulled out and rimmed his ass and then put it back in. I came soon since I was so hot and shot a nice big load deep inside and he came as well. We laid naked on the bed for a while before I licked his just bred ass and my dick got hard again so I gave him another load deep in his hole.

I had a FB (before I moved), who loved open hole. He seemed to love opening a hole more than he liked to breed it. Actually, what he really liked was to breed a very opened hole. His favorite way to find me was blindfolded and face down on my bed, naked and ass up. He'd spend lots of time alternating between fucking, fingering, eating and using toys on my hole. He was so slow and purposeful about his technique that I often couldn't tell how far he had gotten me. One time he spent a lot of time eating me and using toys and his hand. Before he left, I heard a "click" and later on he sent me a picture of my hole rose budded. I didn't even realize he had done it he had me so worked and excited and relaxed at the same time. He told me that when he was eating my hole, he was actually sucking on it so he could make it a rosebud. once he got it like that, it was his favorite type of hole to breed, so he bred it then snapped a picture for his trophy case. the whole idea of him doing that was a huge turn on for me, I miss him.

This is a semi true story When I was 26 I was chatting on Gay.com when a very hot guy messaged me asking me how my day was we got to chatting eventually exchanging pics. After he signed off I didn't think much of it and we didn't chat again for a while. One night he messaged me again and I had told him I was going to be going to this event. I invited him not expecting him to show up. So there I am at this event and I have had a few drinks and he showed up. My heart skipped a beat as I saw him walk up 6'4" about 240 lbs with a goatee. Just my type of man. He gave me a big hug and we got to talking I had a few more drinks. We got into his car and drove down the road and we made out in the car. Was very obvious to both of us that we had sexual chemistry. Very much obvious that we wanted to fuck our brains out right then and there. But we both agreed that we would see each other on Saturday and that he would pick me up from work. So I spent the next three days trying my best and failing to keep myself from thinking too hard about him as every time I did I got incredibly turned on. Now the part you have to understand is that I was a late bloomer in the sex department as I had just lost my cherry at 24. So Saturday afternoon he picked me up from work and took me to my place so that I could shower and change. He chatted with my room mate while I took care of what I was doing upstairs. My cock got a very good cleaning as it was standing at total attention. So after my shower and changing we drove to his place in down town Toronto. As he had planned a night out for us I felt that it was prudent that I had a nap. So I told him to wake me up in a few hours and I got naked and climbed in his bed. So when I woke up he asked if I wanted anything and I said do you have coffee? So he went and made me a pot of coffee and I walked out to the kitchen and fixed it. Going back to his bedroom he sat me down as he wanted to talk to me. "I need you to know something and I will not be offended if you freak out" "What are you married?" came my sarcastic reply "No" he paused "What is it?" I asked "I am HIV positive" Now I sat there in silence for a moment. He had a look of please be cool with this "That is not a problem" and I kissed him So we discussed safer sex practices and decided to use condoms etc. So a few weeks go by and I am having the best sex of my life. Up until him I had never experienced rimming or having my armpits licked, My sexual education was being given to me by a very hot bearish type guy. I was just in my glory. I was loving every minute of it and so was he. Until one night that we decided to get some pot as I had a migraine. Now with me one of the by products of me smoking pot is that I get really horny. I just wanted him and me together and just to fuck. We go to his room and we are ripping our clothes off, he kisses me deeply and I can feel his 7.5 inch thick cock, against my stomach and my 7 cut cock his rubbing his large nut sack. He lays down on the bed we keep kissing and getting the pitch of our sexual desire higher and higher. "I want to eat your ass" You don't have to ask me twice, I sit my little ass on his face and he goes to work at eating my hole, while I go down and deep throat his cock. This goes on for a while until I pulled off his cock and begging him to fuck me. He goes to the drawer and looks the condom box is empty. He said to me "Shit were out of rubbers" I didn't care, I was high I wanted to be fucked and I wanted him in me "I don't care, I want you in me" was my reply He climbed on the bed and pushed my legs up and looked down at me, and asked me "Are you sure? I will pull out and cum on you and not inside you" "OK" I replied Up until this moment I had always used condoms, it was drilled into me by high school, the gay community with posters, advertising, bowls of condoms in bar bathrooms. Here I was going against everything I was taught. Laying with my legs up my HIV+ boyfriend is going to put his cock in me without a condom. This was going to be the first bare cock I was going to take. The back of my mind was freaking out, but my hole wanted to be fed and my cock was overriding my train of thought. I felt the tip of his cock against my hole, He took a moment to savour what was about to happen between us. He kissed me and asked one more time "Are you sure?", I reached down and guided the head of his cock into my hole. He moaned and so did I. I felt an immediate difference between when we used a condom and this fuck. His cock was harder and thicker stretching my hole. He noticed the discomfort on my face He pulled out for a minute and went to the dresser drawer and pulled out a small brown bottle, and opened it. "Sniff these" he commanded I did, I felt my head swim and took another hit. Instantly I felt more relaxed, I took another hit. He said "Good Boy, take that hit of poppers it will help" he capped the bottle and left them on the bed. He pulled me down and pushed my legs up, teased my hole with the head of his cock, smearing his pre cum on my hole for just that extra lube and gave me a look and I nodded. He slowly pushed his cock through my boy ring, taking time to savour and for me to experience how it felt raw. he pushes all 7.5 inches of his cock into me and grinded deep, I could feel his ball sack rub against my ass crack. He kissed me and said. "This is as close as we can get," he pulled back pushed back in again " This boy, is how men should fuck" pulling back again "Raw, uncovered, your ass is making my cock feel like it is wrapped in velvet" I couldn't believe how good it felt. It was like nothing I had ever felt. With condoms you always had that pulling effect but with skin on skin it was the first time that I wasn't feeling that burn. I felt my hole respond better to his raw cock. I felt myself getting wetter, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin. In those moments I knew it would be extremely difficult, if not impossible to go back to condoms. He started pounding my hole and I was moaning when he pulled out and laid down and wanted me to ride him so to be a bit of a prick I slowly sat down on his cock, half way, savouring every inch of his raw cock. I leaned down and kissed him deeply, after I broke the kiss he said "You're enjoying this aren't you" I pushed down and took his whole cock and replied "What do you think?" "I would say you are boy" he replied, I smiled. I started bouncing on his cock and tightening my hole while riding him, his eyes rolled back in his head. I could tell that he was holding back from blowing his load. When he rolled me off his cock and onto my back. He grabbed the bottle of poppers and said "Sniff Boy" I took a hit and he threw my legs up again and sunk into me as deep as he could go. He started just pounding my hole and I could feel his cock getting bigger, his breathing quickened he took three hard stabs at my hole. I could tell he was wrestling with the decision to breed me or not. He pulled out and shot his load all over my stomach. I couldn't believe how much he shot. I then felt two thick fingers go into my battered hole and hit my prostate and I shot my load mixing my neg load with his. after we both caught our breaths he turned to me and said "That is not how I wanted our first raw time to go" I replied "What do you mean" Thinking he was mad that he didn't get to plant his seed in me "I wanted it to be more special........ As I am in love with you" "Babe it was special, and honestly I think it was better this way.... I wasn't thinking I just did what came naturally to me" after a brief pause I said "I am in love with you too" With that he pulled me closer to him, our cum was now between us I could feel his cock drooling the last remnants of his load against my leg as his cock slowly deflated. We fell asleep in each others arms Stay tuned for part two

Part II. After some clumsy stumbling and making out, we got dressed. My assistant and his twink date put their clothes back on, over very sexy jockstraps. My boy and I changed into gym shorts, our jocks, and some tank tops. My assistant and I piled into the front seat, and my boy and the twink made out in the back seat. Before we were halfway there, my boy’s shorts were at his ankles, and his ass was full of raw POZ twink cock. The twink bred my boy as we pulled up to the club. My boy bent over with his ass hanging out of the car door and my assistant was happy to fuck and breed him right there in the parking lot. I was sort of hoping we’d see more action in the parking lot, but someone from the club came out and told us they had seen the action on their security camera. He thought it was hot, but told us to bring the action inside where it would be ‘safer.’ We couldn’t help but smirk as he said that. We paid the admission, stripped down to our jocks, left our clothes in the lockers, and headed into the darkened passageways of the bathhouse. It didn’t take long for me to be on my knees as my assistant skull-fucked me. He had just cum inside my boy, and while he had no problem getting hard, he wasn’t ready to blow his wad yet. Plus, he told me, he wanted to loose his load up my hungry asshole, not down my throat. I pulled off and wound up blowing about six guys, most of whom came down my throat or all over my face. My assistant licked the seed off of my mouth, and spat it onto my hole, working it in with his fingers. On my knees, he plowed into me, pulling my jockstrap for leverage. One of the guys I had blown leaded forward and chewed on my ear. ‘I’m POZ, you know… That’s what I came on your face… Hope you’re ok with my load lubing your ass for that guy’s cock…’ I just moaned. My assistant lost his load deep in my guts, and pulled out. The POZ guy I had blown cleaned my assistant’s cock off for me and dribbled everything in his mouth into mine. Simply delicious. We went looking for our dates, and found them in a big sweaty pile, my boy bouncing up and down on a stranger’s dick, with another one down his throat. The twink was raw-topping two heavy-set guys, on their knees side by side, making out with each other. He’d plow one hole for a few strokes before pulling out and sliding into the other one. He started to loose his load in one guy, and pulled out to shoot the rest on the other. My assistant knelt down and worked his boy’s load into both open holes. The twink’s toxic load, and my assistant’s load, in my hole got pushed deeper by another two burly tops who both had their way with me as I watched the sweaty scene unfold. My assistant got fucked by a few guys, some of whom were clearly POZ, either from tattoos or wasting, but the twink put us all to shame. He took over six loads that night, working his expert slutty ass on cocks of all sizes, shapes, and colors. We left after a few hours of fun, sweaty and cum-drenched. In the car ride home, my assistant told us that he met the twink online in a chasers forum and that he’d started taking all loads only recently, and was finally actively chasing. We told them that we weren’t actively looking for it, but swapped cum with a bunch of guys and almost never asked about status. The twink held my boy’s hand and told him that he’d be happy to line up POZ cocks for him anytime. We kissed each other goodbye, lingering long enough to swipe a few fingers into cummy asses and get a goodnight taste before parting ways. We were both exhausted, and fell into bed covered in sweat and leaking seed. Saturday next morning we woke up, lingered in bed for a while, and fucked each other slowly, retelling our cum-swapping escapades. When we were both sated, we lay next to each other and talked honestly an openly about our mutual desire for cum. He confessed that he got hard just thinking about ‘the bug,’ and I vowed to support him and not stand in his way. I told him that I was going to keep taking loads, but not especially seeking out toxic cum. We fell back asleep and woke a few hours later to a text from the twink to my boy: PLANS FOR NEXT WEDNESDAY? CAN LINE UP SOME POZ COCK 4 U BY THEN. My boy handed me his phone, grinning, I texted back and hit SEND before asking him: BRING IT. OUR PLACE? The twink responded: YES. U HOST. I’LL B THERE WITH FRIENDS. B READY AT 7. C U THEN. To be continued…

I wish that all of you "Pillow Princes would take trips across the US on I-80 and stop in Western Nebraska at Exit 126 and come feed this Fully 100% Pure Cocksucker/Spermy Load Swallower:)

Previously… We arrived at the apartment as Michael unwrapped the pacifier and tried running it over my lips. “Fuck off! Would ya?” I laughingly pushed him away. “Come on lad, game face on now!” The door was opened by Andrew in a towel. I looked at Michael looking at Andrew – the two of them were eyefucking in the doorway. Putting on a “lord of the manor” voice I interrupted “Andrew could you be a dear and round up a few bottoms for our guest? He’s said that he wants a selection?” Right so… As soon as I got the door closed Andrew was all over Michael, shoving him against the hall walls and snogging him frenetically, while grabbing Michael’s hands and running them all over his body. Michael at first responded to Andrew’s kissing but could be seen to be a bit flustered. I pushed Andrew back a little, “Andrew, dude!” I lowered my tone a little, “you’ve got to give Michael a moment to get into the mood”. He looked dejected, so I suggested “maybe you could go and get us some G and V and a joint? We’ll be in the bathroom cleaning up”. Leading Michael into the main bathroom we didn’t see anyone else but could hear fucking noises from the living room and main bedroom. Michael quipped, “wow, and I thought you were high!” We started stripping, Michael revealing his hairy body bit by bit. I could tell he’d been sporty in his youth but was slowly letting being comfortable catch up on him. He caught my staring and slowly pulled off his briefs, revealing a thick cock and low hanging balls. I was gonna enjoy playing with them. He continued, “the way you were with that laddy, I thought you were gonna hit him on the nose with a rolled up newspaper – bad gay!” I burst out laughing as he made the motions and repeated “bad gay – no blowjobs for you!” and led him into the shower. The douche nozzle was reattached to the shower tube, so I held it up and looked at Michael quizzically. He shook his head, so I detached it and got the original showerhead back. Looks like Michael was just a top then. Andrew came in with three shot glasses and few lines and pills on a tray and laid them out on the washing machine. Talking to Michael, he said “Don said that you can have what’s there for 30 quid” and Michael nodded. Looking around, Andrew said “I’ve spent most of my weekend in this room”. As I lathered up Michael’s hairy ass crack, I mentioned “yeah our Andrew here is a bit of a piss play head”. Michael laughed and said “well I may have some of that for ya, ya little stud” and washing off the suds, he stepped out of the shower to use a random damp towel –at this point all of Pedro’s fresh towels were used up – in my opinion it’s not a good sex party unless it runs out of towels. With his tall hairy frame blocking my view of Andrew from the shower, Michael reached over and passed me a shot of G. We both said Sláinte after Andrew, and knocked back the foul stuff chasing it with our Irn Bru. Andrew approached Michael more tentatively now, and running his hand down his hairy chest, looked up and asked “may I?” Michael put his hands on Andrew’s shoulders and motioned him to move around with him and step into the far end of the bath in front of me. Pushing down on the red-head’s marble-pale shoulders he made him kneel facing him. I started jacking to my own private show as Michael tilted Andrew’s head back. Then taking his semi flaccid dick in his hand he aimed at Andrew and concentrated. Andrew, kneeling in the bath, was jacking himself as the first jet of golden liquid shot out at his face. Moving closer I watched as Andrew stuck out his tongue to catch as much of the now-steady stream of piss as he could. When his mouth filled Andrew swallowed and quickly opened for more, the splashes he missed running down his face and chest, down to his jacking cock. The sight of my beautiful friend revelling in this degrading act, was honestly… fucking hot! I concentrated as much as I could and tried to add to the piss stream, but the remnants of ecstasy were still pretty strong. Luckily Andrew didn’t notice cause I think if he’d been watching me, waiting, I think I’d have felt too much pressure. Relaxing and trying one last time I surprised myself with connecting with my pissing part of my brain, which slowly warmed up and after having a long-ecstasy-induced break, poured forth a surprisingly strong stream on Andrew’s face (it was surprising for him too as he wasn’t expecting it). Andrew turned to try to catch us both and revelled! I mean he revelled! He was spitting it back up, running it all over his body and even gargling and snorting our piss. Dude! I noticed he was really jacking furiously and looking down I just caught sight of him cumming against the side of the bath. He let out a groan and panted up at us delighted, and just in time as we both dribbled to a halt, all pissed out.

Level 6 my whole life

My daily use lube is Wet Platinum. I also enjoy vaseline for fucking and have recently been turned on to Coconut Oil. It was great.

Previously… “Finn” I echoed, oh fuck the coke was starting to hit me proper, “Finn, do you remember?” I leaned into him stroking his fuzzy red chest hairs. “Remember what Stuart?” – he sounded like he was on an intercom. “Do you remember how you haven’t fucked me proper yet?” I looked up to his face, grinning ear to ear. He smiled at that. “Look here lad, I want ya a little less fucked up” he gently retorted, “I’ve to have a quick shower myself, but if you head on into the kitchen I promise I’ll be in there in a minute to fuck ya. I’ve a load with your name on it” I swayed/nodded and then saluted. “Right so!” I said, and sauntered off to the kitchen. Right so… I walked out the door to the kitchen. As I entered I heard a groaning to my right, I looked over to see Mac fucking Andrew up against the fridge. It was a slow fuck but Andrew was trying to speed it up. Mac wasn’t having any of it and looked like he was still spaced out on the K. He raised something up to his mouth. It was a buttered slice of currant-toast. How could he eat with all the drugs we’d taken? It was beyond me. Andrew was doing all the work grinding onto Mac’s still up and proud cock. Propping one leg on a drawer handle and holding onto the American-style fridge for support, Andrew was shoving his beautiful ass up and down on Mac’s carrot-cock. He was the source of the groaning, going “aw yeah fuck me, fill my hole Mac”. I should explain – Andrew can be a little pushy – at a sex party, as long as there’s enough cock to go around he’s fine, but otherwise you better not have planned on bottoming. Usually he’s good enough to at least pretend to hold it in check, but I guess the drugs let his power bottom side out in all its glory. I just watched bemused. My cock was only at half mast, and I guess with the K subsiding and the time that had passed I wasn’t in the same zone as Andrew. I hadn’t had a Viagra in hours and my last E was when Kieran had arrived. I try to pace myself with E because if you take too much too soon, then it gets harder to “up the ante” each time you start to come down, and you can end up getting scagged out much earlier than everyone else. I was feeling that the E was losing its grip though and decided it was time for another dose. He still raised an eyebrow at me and winked – I just chuckled and said, “gimme a bit of time dude”. As I said that, Finn came back into the kitchen towelling the dampness from his ginger fuzzed chest. He had caught my words and walked over to the counter, saying “time to fix you up another cocktail I guess” and looked around for the drugs tray. I walked over to him and looked for my pills. “I need something to sharpen me up again dude, I still feel pretty groggy from the K”. Finn gave me the one-over and said “Yeah, I think another dose of G wouldn’t be a good idea for you right now”. He then looked as though he remembered something and raised an eyebrow “I think Pedro’s got the stash in the spare bedroom, follow me”. Andrew clambered out from under Mac and joined us as we entered the living room. Mac honestly didn’t seem to notice and just went on eating his toast. In the living room Kieran and JP were having a break on the couch playing Street Fighter. They now were both wearing glasses and nothing else, their semi-hard cocks bouncing against their abs and the mashed buttons on the controllers. It was a wonderful site for a nerd-fancier like me. They looked up and cheered when they saw me. “Hey Stuart!” JP piped up, and then turned to Kieran, “just push pause for a second”. Turning back to me he passed his joint and continued “we were just playing a 9 match tournament for who gets to fuck Andrew next, wanna join?” I took my toke and laughed at that – JP was a man after my own heart, always inventing odd scenarios and roleplays for more fun. Kieran was currently winning with Chun-Li – fucking weird ass bisexuals – you might not understand em, but ya gotta love em. I stroked down Finn’s muscular flank and passed him the joint, and said “guys I need to recover from the K, I’ll catch up with ye in a bit, what’s with the glasses?” Kieran replied “oh we tried that G stuff – nasty fuckin taste to it” There was the now-empty carton of orange juice, some glasses and Kieran’s bag of ghosties (that explained their perkiness!) on the coffee table, but no drug tray. I laughed “no the glasses on your head”, and we laughed as they explained they both wore contact lenses but need to give their eyes a break. They were definitely a sight for sore eyes – the glasses made them even more fuckable looking, and I mentally ticked a box to return pretty soon. Andrew had the same idea as he started to pull the coffee table to the side. He then went down on all fours in front of the boys facing away, and turning his head back to them, said “press play lads, I need a cock up me soon”. I chuckled and Finn and I moved through over to Richard at the computer. Richard looked up as we approached and took the offered joint. I saw the websites of Gaydar, Gayromeo and Manhunt open. I also saw the time on the corner of the screen – 11.30 am. Fuck! “Any bites Richard?” I asked, feeling weird that while it seemed like time was racing, it also seemed like 14 or 15 hours ago was far too short for the time I felt I knew Richard. It couldn’t have only been 15 hours ago when I was last standing here rubbing Richard’s shoulders through his shirt? “Two so far” Richard said, taking a long drag off of the joint. I looked at the profiles he was showing Finn and me. “Not many up for drugs, though I have a hot guy in Aberdeen who said he’ll gladly take the train if we’re still going in a few hours and he has a place to crash?” I looked at Finn and grinned. Finn smiled and said “I’m sure that’s ok with Pedro, and if not we can always take the party to my place”. I shuddered at the thought of going outdoors, and looked at one profile to distract me – all it showed was a juicy thick shiny cock with a glistening purple end. “Is that your only other hit?” I asked. Richard hrumphed in response “yeah laddie, but he’s far too young and a bit off I think”. I looked at the stats. It said “working in General Gayness” and listed the age at 20, safe sex, no. Another private pic showed a young guy in cargo shorts and a T-shirt saying “Edinburgh Pride 2008”. The photo was a bit blurry but he looked very young and very pretty – angular face, floppy blond hair – the kind of guy you’re expect to come from the South and be called Tristan or some shit. I looked to the chat window that was open to get a gist for him: GPcom20: Hi there, you said in general chat about a really open-minded group scene yeah – how many are we talking? Glasgrowler: Aye, there’s 11 of us here (11! I thought – who else????) GPcom20: Wow! That’d be a first for Glasgow – so many talkers but few doers here Glasgrowler: Aint that always the way, speaking of which, would you be up for it? You seem pretty young lad, it may be a bit much for ya – if you don’t mind me saying so. GPcom20: Dude I get that a lot. But I’m experienced believe me. I usually have to head to London to get what I want Glasgrowler: …and what’s that? GPcom20: I have a kind of rape fantasy? Glasgrowler: go on. GPcom20: I want my clothes to be ripped off and to be tied up on a bed and just punished with dicks in every hole. Rape me, slap the shit out of me and use me as your cum dumpster. I wanted to be beaten up and used. Getting hard now thinking of it. Glasgrowler: ok That’s where it was currently… I looked up to Finn. He was a bit shocked too I think. Richard said “well I know I wouldn’t be up for doing that”. I took the joint back from him and asked “who are the extras?” You said there were 11 of us here?” Finn smiled, “who do you think? Come into the spare bedroom to find out” I laughed at the response, “Ok I’ll play your game, but before I do, give me a go at answering both you and the wee lad here. I sat down on Richards lap and took over the keyboard. GPcom20: you there? Glasgrowler: Hey laddie – come over soon and I think there’ll be at least one guy who’ll fuckin punish your ass. He’s a sleazy fucker who’s just arrived back from doing some dealing, so should be here for another little while. He fucked me earlier and was brutal. This is Discus27 by the way. Check out my profile’s ass pic and imagine some purple fuckin bruises on it now. I logged and sent him my private photos before logging out and handing Richard back the keyboard. I smiled at that and stood up passing Finn the joint. The weed had started to kick in again and everything seemed to settle. “I think we can have fun with that lad, Richard I’ll leave the arranging to your fine self, and by the way I wanted to thank you again for your role in making this fantastic session happen”. Ah weed and the remains of E. I was in full overblown compliment mode. I continued to sing Richard’s praises as the he typed the directions to Pedro’s place to the kid. I bent down again to his level and leant in for a long slow kiss. Richard’s tongue immediately found mine. I felt my arousal rush back into me as our tongues battled, lips crushing together, stubbly jaws raking against eachother, all the while his and Finn’s hands stroked my body and my cock – Fucking powerful man-kissing, I pity straight guys with their soft pliant women. I began kissing his jawline and looked up into his eyes. They were on the computer screen – ah fuck it Richard! “I’ll let you finish off what you’re doing here” I said, breaking the kiss. Richard laughed at me and stood up himself. “Sorry Stuart – I have to reel this weird little fish in. He’s your responsibility by the way. And another thing, you’re not the only one to take a beating” and pointed at the still present hand marks on his arse. Fucking hell! That kid was gonna be in for a shock!

Sucking married guys is very hot... i agree with Kevin that it may be due to cheating aspect... but also due to wife's refusal to do the oral job.. they look for cock whores like me to satisfy their urges which also satisfy the cocksuckers...

In my particular case, I began experimenting with bareback sex late last year. I'd had no problem following safer sex requirements, including condom usage, up to that point. One long-term partner I'd been fisting for years had begun suggesting to me that I might want to begin fucking him, too. He did not like using condoms, did know of my HIV-negative status, and suggested, on the basis of his own undetectability and the PARTNER study, that I might want to begin barebacking him. It took me some convincing, but I ended up fucking him, first doing just-the-tip then doing full-on fucking. It was a bit of a head trip for me, but eventually bareback fucking became a routine. The other person is also someone I've known for a while, an older daddy who was out about his HIV undetectability. We had been fucking with condoms for a while, but then we began fucking with condoms. First it was me fucking him, then it was him fucking me as well. We've talked about things and set boundaries--I can cum in him, he won't cum in me--and I think things will continue for the time being. No, I'm not on PrEP. Yes, I would like very much to be on PrEP. No, I don't think I'm having unsafe sex, in that HIV transmissions from long-term undetectable people are exceptionally rare and that I trust these two people to be honest to me. Can I see myself barebacking more? Maybe, if PrEP was available to me. For the time being, I'm comfortable in engaging in condomless sex with people I know well, as a sign of trust and intimacy. With other people, I'm quite happy to use condoms.

New to gay sex here and I will do level 6 right from the start. Thought about PRep for a long time and I have decided not to take it.

level 6 my whole life.

Sean Storm and his hairy, greedy cum dump cunt.

Chapter XIII is being worked on now and should be up in just a few days.

Does anyone cruise, especially in NYC, anymore? It's just flakey phone apps and b.s. Where do you go? What cities are better?

I had completely lost sight of John in the dark. I looked around for my little fuck baby but couldn't find him. Few other boys walked over to me to try and ask for my fat dick but I needed to find my guest into this fuck frenzy. I walked down on shaft tunnel. Saw boys fucking in every which position they could but as I reached the end of the tunnel still no young filipino stud. I started back, when I heard some guys talking about new blood. One was a definite tweaker, and the other a cum slut with jizz riding down their legs and asses. They saw me coming and immediately presented their asses open and winking. "Where's the new boy?" "Gimme your load and Ill tell you." said one. I slapped him hard across the face and moved to the other. "He's in the front train car!" the other one said flinching. So I made my way to the train car and I could see and hear the fuck shadows moving. I opened the door to the car. 12 maybe more faces turned from the crowd to see me. I got a few bro nods and then they went back to the attention. On the floor of the car was two bears with thick cocks humping and grunting, but then I saw john. smack dab in the middle of the two hairy fat fuckers who were double fucking his ass hole. I watched for a maybe 5 seconds seeing the cocks slam up and down his hole while cum dripped and caked between their legs balls and groins, and thats when I noticed John wasn't moving. His body had been limp. Deathly limp. "He's done fuckers." I spoke. a few moved aside. The bears looked to eachother. "Says who?" Said this one fucked up looking twink. I punched him into a wall and turned around. The two bears climbed off john and I saw him completely for the first time in what must have been only 20 minutes since I'd lost him. His face was badly bruised and his nose was bleeding. There were scratches and bite marks and bruises on every inch of his body. His hole was gaping. cum blood and piss were drooling from his busted rectum. I scooped him up and carried him and out of the building to the black tranny. He/she looked shocked which I'm assuming must be a lot considering what she usually sees. "I can't call the cops here" Was all he said. "What the fuck happened you weren't there for more and hour maybe two." "Just give me the clothesr" She did and we left. On the ride home john woke slightly mumbling stop. I can't. Oh my god no more. Some sort shock must have been setting in. I just drove back to my place. I took him inside and ran the shower. and washed the scratches and blood. I laid him down and he began to wake up. I wanted to ask him what the fuck happened but then I already knew. I set up the hotest fucking piece of ass to the horniest worst fuckers in town, and drugged him and let him get used up. "Fuck me sir" Finally breathed out of his lips. He was looking right at me. I stared back into the black holes of eyes that when I first met him were filled with light. He was high, but he was really mine. I stole him that night from the club in pieces and now I had all of him. He'd given it all up. I spread his legs and inserted my soft cock into him. He was so used that it slipped in with ease and he moaned. "Thank you. Fuck me please. Thank you." I slowly began to harden inside him. "Yes. Yes. Yes Fuck Me. Yes yES yES YES FUCK ME DADDY FUCK ME FUCKME I'M YOURS!" When my full cock was hard I was sliding into him. His hole would open and swallow my cock with ease of a proper whore. So i fucked harder "SIIIIIRRRRRRAHHHHHHHFUUUCKKK!" His ass was cumming already vibrating just from the feeling of cock inside him. He moaned and groaned and came 6 times before I unloaded a fat load into him. I rolled over and knew that he was broken and done. I left a note that I was done with him and didn't ever wanna see him again next to the pillow when he woke up in the morning. He was gone when I got back. _____________________________________________________________________________ A few months passed and I had not seen any more of john. I kept up my regular routine. Tony had become a cock hungry lil bitch that would beg for my cock. I already had plans to turn him into a cum dump for his birthday. I went to my dealer who lived in this crack hotel he owned. Knocked on his door. He opened it and we made our usual talk for deals when I heard some fucking going on and asked him about it. "Aw man we got this hot lil drugwhore here bout a weekago. Bitch is beautiful and cock crazy." He led me to the back of the room pulled back a curtain and I saw him. John was riding one guy, jacking off another, and slurping on a thrid dick. He had dried cum stains on his chest and abs and he must have lost 20 + lbs. His was so small and ripped. You could still tell there was plenty of muscle on him. I watched him bouce up and down for a good 20 minutes while I stroked the whole time john never noticed me. My dealer lit up a bowl and I watched as buyer/dealer came in and out walked to the back and immediately knew john was a complimentary present for them. They'd flip him over use him turn him again. 3 way double fuck and john just kept going and going just taking cock for cock. We'd finished the bowl and the sun had set maybe 3 or 4 hours before. when john's 29'th cock finally jizzed on his face and left. The dealer was ushering him out and making shit talk with him when John finally noticed me. He looked at me. Almost confused. Like he was seeing a ghost. But I was the one seeing a ghost. The boy I had seen in that club that I trained and got royally fucked up was gone. John got up and walked over to me and got on his knees took my semi dick in his mouth and began to suck. I watched him and he was a machine working me to full mast then. I pulled him off and began to walk away. He grabbed my hand. "Fuck me?" He asked "Oh I already fucked you up baby." Kissed him on his fore head The dealer came in and gave john and I a look. John read it and got on the bed on all fours while the dealer whipped out his cock. "You gonna get some bro" He asked me. I shook my head and made my way out hearing the dealer slap John and hearing balls slap ass over and over. I drove over to the club where I met john. Feeling nostalgic. I saw john's old boyfriend/husband whatever having drinks with some friends laughing but also looking tired. He saw me and nodded raising his drink. I don't know what we were cheering to but I raised my back. I got out a card and wrote down the address for the dealer with the words saying John is here. Give him my name for the password. I bought a drink for the guy and had the bartender take the drink and card to him. I guess just a feeling I could actually give John back to him somehow. As i was thinking more and more about this till I turned my head as saw this boy walk in. Light skin. Tight jeans. 5'7 maybe definite little jock and looked smooth and fine with big soft lips. He was with a group of guys and girls around his age. My eyes set on his and he set his eyes back on me. I smiled and moved toward him. I guess I just needed a new project. The end

I climbed off John, threw on some basketball shorts and slowly walked to the door. The knocking varied, but suggested a diligence and dedication that could only mean one thing. I opened the door and there stood the boyfriend. He stood at 5' 7", 170 to 180 pounds, well fed, and he'd grown a good beard since I had last seen him. He looked like a hot cub and I noticed his eyes quickly checked me out, up and down. No words were spoken as I let him in, and equally wordlessly I led him to the basement where we found John, his boyfriend of six years laying naked on the king sized mattress, covered in cum and hickeys, his asshole winking and muscles twitching from the stress of the onslaught of fuck session through which he had just gone. The boyfriend walked slowly over to John, placed his hand on his knee, body and face. John's eyes fluttered, and uttered a sound which was almost like a name and then sighed back to sleep. The boyfriend smiled meekly and kissed John on the forehead, murmuring almost sweetly "You fucking slut" as he caressed John's face. Then he leaned down and pulled an eight inch blade from his side of his shoe. I wondered briefly what he did for a living that made him have to carry a knife on his person, but I simply crossed my arms and remarked "He loved every second of it." "I have no doubt he did." The boyfriend said matter of factly "There's always been a little slut buried inside him. You don't love someone for six years and not know the cravings inside." I couldn't help but smile. Did he actually accept this part of his boyfriends identity? With that I cautiously remarked "One cock will never be enough for him." "You'd think I should buy him a new dildo each Christmas and birthday, in addition to his regular gift. I know my boyfriend. I know what he craves and I know what he's like" pausing to wipe the tears off John's face, and then adding "And I also know when he's done." "Deciding to test the boyfriend, I asked "What makes you think I'll let you walk out of here with him?" Now it was his turn to smile. "Because you and I aren't that different, Mark." I couldn't help it, my eyes widened slightly. If not for the dark, he would have known that he'd taken me off guard. "We both get bored after we're done and kick the boy out when we're satisfied, and given the fact that you took the time to answer the door, I'd say you were done. After all you really called me over here to pick him up since he obviously won't be walking." With that the boyfriend took off his shirt revealing a large well defined and slightly hairy chest and a surprisingly flat stomach. He covered John with the shirt and pulled some gym briefs from his pocket and lifted John up in both arms. I couldn't help but get the feeling he was showing off as he carried his now-destroyed boy up the staircase. I watched him stuff his boyfriend in his car, kiss him lightly on the cheek before getting in and driving off. I also couldn't help get the feeling John was still going to get fucked to his boyfriend's satisfaction when he got home. I smiled to myself, thinking of his boyfriend who would probably gently clean him off before throwing his body back onto a bed and fucking John's brains out, as he probably had planned to do all along that night. I thought the boyfriend to be cold and uncaring, while at the same time remarkably passionate. I began to get hard at the very thought of the scene that would be unfolding at John's place, but his boyfriend had been right. For now at least, I was done with John. I flipped on Grinder, and began the hunt, but I was distracted as I thought of John's fine body and ass, and how little my next conquest would compare too it, but finally a profile caught my eye: Tony was on-line. Tony, the slim athletic boy who had fucked John in my first encounter. A plan began to unfold in my mind and I knew tonight would not be wasted, so I initiated this conversation: yo hey whats up he replied you remember me yeah... john's coming back tonight he wants more really? yeah, I told him It would just be u and me fucking him. and he seemed really excited fuck ur kidding me I'm boned nah come on over we'll fuck himtogether Tony showed up almost instantly. As he walked in, he stripped off his shirt and walked straight into the living room, and promptly froze with his hand on his pant button when he saw the empty room. "He's not here yet," I explained, adding "he's trying to sneak away from his boy." "They're still together?" asked Tony in a somewhat shocked voice. "Yeah, I guess so" as I smiled and handed Tony a drink into which I had thrown an Ambien. Within ten minutes Tony was yawning, "You want some Redbull bro?" I asked. "You're looking sleepy." "Yeah, totally man." I passed him a Redbull into which I had loaded with G. He chugged it, no doubt wanting to be ready for John, who's boyfriend was probably balls-deep in fucking him. Tony was slim fit with nice abs n a good round booty. John had maybe ten pounds more muscle, but Tony was taller, and his face was easier on the eyes. I began to rub Tony's shoulders lightly, testing how awake he was. Tony was clearly fighting to stay awake, but his muscles were becoming limp. "Let's get this party started." "Wha--" Tony began, but I had my tongue in his mouth and began to pull down the slim top's jeans. He moaned against my tongue as the confusion of Ambien, Redbull and G impaired his judgement. Soon enough he fell to the floor. "I'm a t-tt-top" he moaned as I sucked on his neck and my hands started to spread and squeeze his ass cheeks. "No you're not" and I began to work my well lubed finger into his hole. It was super tight and small. I held his 28 inch waist and pressed my spiked lube into his hole. He moaned and shook and then began to back his ass up onto my hand as the lube took its toll. Two fingers, then three began to vigorously open-up his hole. Finally, when I gauged he was ready, I began to push my dick in. He resisted to some degree, but his body was craving it, so I pushed my cock head into his ass steadily, thinking I was ploughing a hole that was practically virginal. Finally he arched his back and accepted my assault until my balls were resting on his hole. I began to move inside of him, and not surprisingly he shook, groaned, and yelled, grabbing my arms then letting them drop above his head, again and again. I could feel his ass open for me, so I picked-up speed and fucked him vigorously. His eyes were open and glazed and his mouth open, yet silent, as I unloaded my final load of the day into him. I pulled out, tossed his clothing at him , then pushed him out the door. I watched him stumble in the direction of the bus stop, all the while still trying to slip into his clothing - and yet avoid falling on the pavement. I stood in the window for a long time thinking: for the first time in as long as I could recall, I felt oddly unsatisfied from sex. I wanted the open Filipino hole I'd been fucking so vigorously. I wanted to rape and whore out the hot, masculine, tiny bottom slut with a hot cub boyfriend. The boy was in my head, and I would have him again. Soon. More to cum

John was getting tired. His legs were shaking, and cum was dripping down each thigh. At least five random strangers had fucked and bred his ass through the glory hole. His eyes were barely open and his breathing was weak and shallow. I gave him a hit of poppers every now and then, but he was so far gone already it barely made any difference. In the middle of the sixth fuck his knees buckled and he fell to floor, sliding of the very fat six-incher that had, but a second before, been plowing him. I heard scurrying as the guy behind the fat six-incher scurried out of the adjoining cubicle, presumably happy to have fucked John, even if the top hadn't actually cum. I picked John up in both arms and carried him out of the cubicle into the main theater room. I counted at least eight guys watching me, and once in the theater, another five guys watched with interest as I lay John on the floor, naked and moaning, his ass and legs coated in fresh semen. The first one to approach me was a guy in a business suit. He showed a thick bulge in his slacks and loosened his tie as he looked from John to me. He was about 6'1, seemed fairly well built, about 190 pounds, with confidence whipped-out a heavy seven or eight incher, inquiring "Think he wants this?" "Go for it" I replied, smiling in approval. He stroked his large cock which was still only semi-soft, so he probably had some more growth to show. I encouraged him, saying "My buddy loves abuse." An evil grin crossed the business man's face he continued to undress. He kicked John's legs apart and began to unbutton his shirt. John looked at me, scared and pleading. "Please" he sighed, looking at me. Now, I knew he meant. He was saying (in so many words) "Please don't leave me alone like this" but to anyone else it sounded like "Please fuck me." The business man stripped off his shirt revealing a well defined hairy chest and ripped back. He knelt between John's legs and, with no preliminaries, began to fuck him into the ground. For a minute it looked like John might scream, but the business man stuffed his tie into Johns mouth. John looked at me pleadingly. I pointed to the line that was snaking down the hallway. and watched as the business man sunk his teeth into John's neck and upper back, leaving bite marks all over his tight body. "FUCK!!" the business man almost yelled. "I FUCKING NEEDED THIS." He pounded and pounded over and over relentlessly. John screamed into the tie but his body was compliant. I saw him internally orgasm and shooting a load all over himself, which sent the business man over the edge. He shot his load into John rough and charging like a bull. He then roughly pulled-out, sweaty and smiling, as another body climbed in between john's open legs. "You forgot your tie" I reminded him. He pointed at the line of men filling up the hall, remarking "I think they'll need it." He quickly buttoned up his shirt and made his way to leave. I took one last look at John and left as well. I was hungry and hadn't eaten dinner. I invited the business stud outside for a quick bite. We walked down the street to a steakhouse, ordered some nice sirloins and talked about fucking and how I met the hot stud John, and our respective stories. About two hours later, after telling all the choice details of my first real contact wit John, the businessman and I were hard, even while seated in the restaurant booth, so we decided to go back and check on John. When we got back to the bookstore there was a sign on the door read Closed for Maintenance. We smiled knowingly at each other and knocked. The cashier who had admitted John and me earlier answered the door a few minutes later, topless, his pants hastily done-up. He looked pissed and sweaty but when he saw me he smiled. He had probably come only to shoo us off - until he saw me. "You're here to pick up your boy?" he asked me almost with disappointment. "How's he doing?" "Oh man, come on in. You be the judge." When I walked into the theater, the whole place smelled more of sex and spit and cum than ever before. I could hear a loud gagged moaning coming from the backroom. When I walked in John was straddled to a bench on his stomach with his ass hanging off the side. A machine with a fat dildo was whirring as it fucked him continuously slamming the fat dildo into his ass. "So what we miss?" I asked the clerk. "Well..." He chuckled. "After you guys left it go a little crazy in here. Guys were texting their friends and fuck buds to come down and have a go at the guy. The place was completely packed. I closed-up shop to clean them out 'cuz a crowd piling-up in front of a video store is sure to attract the attention of the cops, you know," continuing "So, after I got everyone out, his hole was like so fucking open I couldn't resist." He pointed at the machine he'd set-up, still whirring like a metronome, fucking John's face which was covered in tears, his legs covered and caked with fat globs of cum. There was a large puddle of it under his ass which continued to drip as he was being fucked on autopilot. "Pull the machine out" I told the clerk, "my buddy needs another go." The clerk quickly complied, and I had a good look at John's ass. It was open, red, white and pink. Frankly it looked more like mouth than a sphincter. The businessman, whose name turned out to be Todd, unceremoniously pushed his hard cock into John's ass. "Wow!" he said looking at me. "It's still tight inside" and with that introduction he started fucking. John just moaned and put his head down. "Show me the security feed" I asked the clerk. "We don't have--" the clerk started, but I gave him a look and he sheepishly led me to the counter. No way a perve like this didn't set up security to watch the action going on in the back. I put it on fast forward and began counting the cocks that fucked John after I left him there. In the first 45 minutes eight cocks had fucked him, two long fucks and six quickies. Body types of all sorts. The last 30 minutes of the tape showed the clerk setting John up on the machine and fucking his face while John moaned on it. "I want a copy of the tape, and if I find-out you kept some for yourself, you'll be the next one to take his place" I told the clerk. The scared perve set-up the system to prepare a copy of the tape. I knew he wouldn't cross me just because but scaring him was more than fun. I looked over inside the back room while my video was being prepared. Todd had flipped John over onto his back and was fucking him on the floor, John's legs wrapped around his shoulders as Todd unloaded another rough load into him. Then Todd threw John's legs to the side and John lay there panting heavily as Todd zipped-up, muttered, "Thanks, buddy" and left. The clerk gave me the video and asked if he could fuck John's hole one last time, but I said "Another time" as I dressed John. His body was still beautiful bruised and bit, cum covered and sticky. His abs shone when the light reflected off the cum. His face was still handsome even if his eyes were empty and defeated. His ass might have been destroyed, but his body was still a marvel. I took him home and put him to bed naked, and began to finger-fuck him, initially with four fingers, then with little difficulty, his ass swallowed my fist - with a bit of pressure, maybe. John lay there and moaned every so often. I was about to slip my dick into his ass to cum again, when I heard a ringtone from his pants. Curious, I went out and checked his phone, thinking 'I thought I had turned it off'. Whatever, there was a picture of his cute cub boyfriend. and a text message. I just got out of work! I'm on my way home, I'm just gonna get some gas and a bottle of wine, and it will be just you and me all night and I plan to keep you up all night long, hope ur up for it I smiled. Their relationship was cute. Both boys were fit and built, John more ripped, Zack, the boyfriend, more muscular and thick, not as defined as John. I typed in reply. John's actually kinda busy taking my cock at the moment, but you should drop by and have some of him too. I think he may have a couple more good fucks left in him. Come on over With that I sent him my address. Who the fuck is this was the reply. Come over and find out. I'm the guy whoring your boyfriend while you're at work. I turned off the phone and climbed back on John thrust my dick into him and kissed him deep. Todd was right, John's ass actually felt like it was getting tighter and fixing itself. His ass was perfect. To take such abuse and already be well on the road to recovery. I began fucking away, enjoying the cum-covered velvet inside. John's hands touched my body and I made rough slow hard strokes loving this boy back, or as close to love as I could get. John began to moan and arch his internal orgasm growing inside of him. I felt his ass walls shake and his body shiver as I shot my load deep into his ass. We kissed as we came simultaneously. Despite all the craziness of the night, our sexual chemistry was amazing. I fucked my cum in and out of him for a while before my dick softened and pulled out, licked John's body and wounds while he jacked-off. One more load on his chest. Completely lost. Then I heard the doorbell, followed by hard, demanding knocks on the front door. More to cum

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!"

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): SIMMEROLE Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 580-736-3425 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Duncan, OK 73533 Times you're generally not available: Daily [LUNCH HOURS: 1PM-3PM] AND NIGHTS [6PM-MIDNIGHT] Age: 34 Height: 5'9" Weight: 165 Ethnicity: BLACK

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