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A few years ago I was seeing a guy from Venezuela, we had been together for about 4 months when his flatmate moved out and a friend of his from Venezuela decided to move over to take the room. My boyfriend said that they were not close friends previously, but really just knew eachother through mutual friends. Still, he agreed to let have him move in because it seemed better than looking for a complete stranger to rent the room. A few weeks later we met him at the airport, I had expected him to look similar to my boyfriend but I was wrong. My boyfriend is about 5'6 and has a wide stocky figure. He has thick arms and legs and is generally beefy. He shaved his hair short and had a large thick beard that usually reaches his large pecs when he leans forward. His name was Antonio. His friend was Marcus, he was well over 6ft and much paler than my boyfriend. He was very slim and ket his facial hair at a small goatee and had shaved his head right down to the skin. I usually went for guys you would describe as beard, Marcus didn't fit that description at all, but I still thought he was hot. As of yet, he had no English and I had next to no Spanish. So we didn't communicate except through my boyfriend and through a few cursory nods and smiles. At one point on the drive back from the airport he looked at my, smirked and said something in spanish My boyfriend slapped him on the back of the head. Later that week we all went out drinking and Marcus brought home a slovakian twink he met in the bar. He also didn't speak any spanish, but that didn't seem to bother him as he was groping Marcus's crotch as we walked back to the flat. The guy was cute enough, slim and blonde like I was but both to larger degrees. Antonio and I were both drunk but still awake, so we stayed in the living room drinking more and talking while Marcus took the twink into his room. After a little while we could hear them fucking and we both laughed. Hearing the twink moan so loud was getting me hard, but my boyfriend was covering his ears and laughing. Antonia was very good in bed, but he did not view sex in the same kind of casual way I did, the main fault I had with him was that he did not have the sleazy side I so often craved. After a while the moaning stopped and then they both emerged from the bedroom The twink went straight to the bathroom and Marcus said something to Antonion in Spanish and laughed. Antonio made an exaggerated repulsed face and threw a pillow at Marcus. When the twink came out of the bathroom they both went back into the room. I asked Antonio what Marcus had said “He was just bragging about how he fucked that guy. Saying he was begging for it and how they didn't use a condom and he came in his ass. He can be so disgusting sometimes”. I laughed it off, but of course I was rock hard under the table. Antonio fucked me raw and bred me, but he had used condoms the first few times we had fucked, but it had taken him a long time to stop pulling out even when we started fucking bare. He was really into it, but not from the same sleazy direction as me. I waited enough time for our conversation topic to change so it wouldn't be obvious that I was turned on by Marcus when I got down under the table and start unzipping Antonio's jeans. I was drunk and hearing the twink get his ass loaded and given me a craving for cum that I needed to satisfy. He was happy to oblige, he lifted his butt so I could take his jeans off and start sucking on his cock. Antonio had a fat 8 inch cock, one of the thickest I've ever had and big bull balls. He made me jaw ache, in the best way possible. I bobbed my head up and down on him as he leaned back and spread his legs wider. He always told me that I gave the best head he had, he was sometimes so out of breath by the time I finished that he couldn't bring himself to move for about 20 minutes. It wasn't long until I was swallowing his load. A few weeks later, Marcus was much more settled in. He had a job now and was picking up small amount of language. He had not seen the Slovakian twink again, but had brought home several other guys since, he had also fucked a friend of mine when we had a house party. He fucked me friend raw and he wouldn't let Marcus cum inside me, he felt guilty for fucking raw and freaked out a little. It was early on saturday morning and Antonio was getting up to go to work. I was still half asleep when I felt his tongue on my ass. “What are you doing? Don't you have to go to work” “Yeah but I'm horny, just let me fuck you before I go” I had no arguments, so I arched my back and pointed my ass up. He ate me out for a few minutes before he pushed his thick cock at my hole. He had fucked me the night before so it didn't take long to get into the rhythm. Soon he was pounding me and I could feel his balls slap against mine with each thrust. He started breathing heavy and I could tell me was close. He reached around and grasped his hand over my mouth as he gave a final thrust and drove his cum deep into my ass. “Good boy” he laughed as he pulled out and slapped my ass. I lay down flat and watched with a smile on my face as he dressed to leave. He gave me a kiss and left as I went back to sleep. I woke several hours later. It was one and Antonio would be back at two. I had woken up horny as I hadn't cum that morning. I got up and ate something standing by the counter. I reached back to my ass and felt it was still wet with Antonio's cum from this morning. I licked my finger clean and came up with an idea. I would wait for him to come home on my hands and knees in a jockstrap. I smoked a joint and put on my favourite white and red jock. I lay over the bed with my ass up and presented, I was still wet but I decided to finger myself with some lube to make sure I was good and open when he got home. I left the bedroom door open and closed my eyes while I played with myself, ass up and pointed towards the door. After a while I heart the door of the flat open and footsteps approaching. I was so hard and excited to feel his thick cock back in my ass. I heard him walk up behind me and open his belt. Then I felt a pressure on my ass, but it was different. I opened my eyes immediately and looked back over my shoulder to see Marcus with his cock pressed against my wet asshole. His cock was smaller than Antonio's but still substantial. Seeing him there instead of my boyfriend made me much harder. Knowing that he walked in and saw me offering up my ass and decided to come take it turned me on so much, I pushed back and impaled myself on him, taking him down to the balls. He gasped and then smirked, “Puta”. He put one leg up on the bed and pushed down on my lower back as he started pounding into my ass merciselly. He stuck his fingers in my mouth and then jammed them into my hole alongside his cock, stretching me further. All the while he was cursing in Spanish. He pulled out and forcefully turned me around to jam his cock into my mouth. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced me up and down on his cock. Before long he pulled me off and turned around, pushing my face into his ass. I lapped greedily at his hole, tasting the sweat from his skin. He groaned as I did this and pushed back onto my tongue. He only stayed like this for a few minutes before turned around and fucking my mouth again while he reached back and roughly fingered my sloppy hole. He climbed up over my head then put his bare foot on my head while he slid his cock back into my. I opened my mouth and took his toes into my mouth and sucked them. He laughed and said something in Spanish again. He sped up his fucking and started to growl aggressively as he pounded me. With a few final thrusts he blew his load. He slowly pulled out and walked around the bed and presented his deflating cock to me, dripping with his cum and Antonio's from that morning. I greedily sucked it and cleaned him off. He grabbed me under the chin and pulled me away from his cock, he spat into my open mouth. He then picked his clothes up and left, I heard him close his bedroom door. I was stunned by what had happened. I looked into the mirror on the wall opposite the bed and looked at my ass dripping with cum. A few minutes later the front door opened and Antonion entered. He saw me on my knees on the bed with cum dripping from my ass and grinned. “Fuck, I came so much this morning. You want some more?” He groped his cock and winked at me. “Absolutely, come one”. He unzipped and walked over to the bed, not bothering to lube up before he jammed his big cock into me. He slid in easily on Marcus's cum and was soon fucking me, with the wet noise of a cummy fuck filling the room. There is no greater pleasure in my opinion than being bred by one cock and then having an even larger cock fuck you using the first guy's cum as lube. After he flipped me over and dragged me to the edge of the bed he pushed my legs back and fucked me roughly. A drop of cum slid down from my asshole and landed on my chest. I came hard and fired onto my own face. After Antonion came he sank down on his knees and began to my ass. “Oh you're so full of my cum baby” he moaned.

The faint, green glow of the lights on my alarm clock said it was 4:10 a.m., and I was wide awake. I lay there a moment, instinctively reaching down and rubbing my hard dick, and then reaching further to finger the wet spot in my briefs where some of the two loads of cum I had taken last night had leaked out of my hole while I slept. Nothing better than going to bed fully loaded, with an aching hole after a deep, rough breeding. My thoughts of the night before were interrupted by the sounds of raised voices on the street. I rolled out of bed, walked to the window, and pulled the blinds back to see what was going on. In front of the building right across the street I could see a woman in a black short skirt, black top, high heels, and bleached out hair slumped against the wall of the building while shaking her head. I slid the window back and could hear more clearly the man’s voice as he was standing near the street, then walking back towards her, then back to the street, his arms flailing about in anger as he yelled at her for some unknown reason. He was a tall, handsome looking black man in a tan button down shirt, tan dress pants, and after a minute of yelling at her, he walked back to the street, lit a cigarette, and seemed to ignore her. Being curious, and now fully awake, I kept watching this little scene and after a couple of minutes I saw the man step into the street and wave at someone. A car soon pulled into view, the man walked up to the passenger side window, bent down and spoke to whoever was in the car, stood back up and motioned for the woman to come over, but she just kept her head down and seemed to slide down the wall a bit further. The man’s voice now got louder, and more demanding, and as he stepped away from the car towards the woman, the car drove off. So, either it was their ride and they didn’t want to wait or it was something else, and being curious I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, my sneakers, grabbed my keys and headed downstairs. I got out on the corner and the man was still there and at first I did not see the woman, but then while waiting for the light to change, saw she was now sitting on the sidewalk, leaning against the building wall, her head hanging down further. The light changed, I crossed the street, and as I did another car slowed down and then stopped. I walked slowly and watched as before as the guy walked up to the car, spoke to the driver, motioned towards the woman, exchanged a few more words, then the car drove off. As the man walked back to the sidewalk I could clearly hear him now, “Fucking bitch. You work when I tell you to work. You hear me? You don’t say no! You ain’t made shit tonight, SHIT!” My suspicions were confirmed, she was a working girl and he was trying to find her a John, so maybe I should walk a different way. Just as I was deciding to go a different direction, the man saw me, and yelled out, “Man, my man, come here, hey my man, got a light?” I stopped, now unsure if I should respond or just keep going like I didn’t hear him, but I decided what the hell, so I started to walk towards him. “Hey my man, what’s going on with you?” he said as he got close. Now that I was on street level I could see he was tall, about 6 foot 2, maybe 210, maybe in his 40’s, but still young looking and handsome for sure. “Sorry, I don’t have a light,” I said as I stopped in front of him. His bloodshot eyes focused on me, he blew a stream of cigarette smoke my way as he said, “ Fuck what? A light? Oh yeah, a light, right man, no worries, no worries. I umm…” The man now paused, looked around, glanced at the woman who’s head was now resting on her chest, shook his head and said, “Well, it is what it is I guess. You ain’t a cop or nothing man are you? No? Cool, cool. I mean, you know man, I got my girl out here, just trying to make us a little something. Our car broke down, so we got to find some way to get home, so you know man, if you up for a little something, she’s good for it. Whatever you want man, just tell me what you working with.” The man dropped his cigarette butt onto the sidewalk, put it out with his shoe, looked around again, pulled his pack out, lit another, and waited for me to reply. I could not help but stare at him, he was sexy as fuck, and I was still totally horned so I figured what the hell and replied, “I understand, and thanks for the offer, but – and no offense – but I’m not really into her. I’m…I’m...” The man tilted his head a little, his blood shot eyes squinting a little as he looked at me, he nodded and rubbed his crotch as he said, “OK man, OK, Come on, let’s get twisted.” We then walked back towards his girl, my heart racing as images of being beat up for coming onto this straight guy raced through my mind, but my dick was pushing against my jeans and my ass was aching, so I kept following him. He bent down and said something to the woman, lifted her chin, and I could see her eyes were closed – she had passed out. He let her chin drop back onto her chest, shook his head, turned and said, “Dumb bitch can’t handle shit! She always over does it. Come on.” Before we had gotten 5-feet, this large blue and white pickup slowed down, honked, and the guy I was with clearly knew them as he walked over. The passenger window rolled down and I saw a younger guy in the passenger seat and the guy I was with leaned in the open window and spoke with the driver, turning once to motion back at me. I felt nervous and unsure what to do and thought maybe I should just go home now, but just then the truck took off, the guy came back, and we walked to the end of the building then turned right into a dead-end t-bone alley that ran between the building, a fast food joint, and a church. I followed him to the left in the alley and he stepped between two of the trash dumpsters behind the fast food joint, put his cigarette between his teeth, unzipped his pants, fished out a long black dick, and nodded. I got on my knees, too late realizing the alley seemed to be covered in a mix of grease, dirt, and who knew what else, but right then I did not care. He leaned back against the wall as I pulled his foreskin back, inhaled his funk and aroma, and just as I was ready to start sucking him he put his hand on my head and said, “Not until I see that green.” Huh? Oh fuck. I stood up, reached into my pocket and pulled out what cash I had in my jeans and counted it out, $63. I held my hand out, he took the cash, his dick bouncing a little as it had gotten harder, and he said, “It’s a little light man, that’s all you got? OK, let’s go, but hang on a minute. I need to hit some shit.” The man reached into his pants pocket, brought out a glass pipe, fished a baggy out, put some rock in the pipe, and leaned against the wall as he heated the end of the glass pipe, and inhaled the thick, white smoke from the rock. His body shook violently for about 5-seconds, he then let out a big sigh, took another long hit, closed his eyes, and I got on my knees as he leaned back against the wall and let me ease the head of his dick into my mouth. His dick skin felt rough, and he had a totally cheesy head, which I slurped right up and loved it. I probably should have been afraid of being caught, but sucking some straight dude in an alley who was smoking a crack pipe with cum still up my ass – fuck this was awesome! As his dick grew larger and I worked down the shaft, I realized that what I thought was just rough skin had turned into bumps and rough patches and what I thought was just sweat funk, smelled like old meet that had been left out on the counter too long. I paused, pulled back, turned his dick a little with my hand trying to see if I was imagining it, and could not really see anything as it was too dark. I looked up, took a chance and said, “I love taking infected, nasty dick.” He just let out an evil little laugh and pushed my head back onto his dick, which seemed to have grown even more, and was now a good 10-inches, broad and thick, and heavy as shit. I assumed he would want to nutt quick and bounce, so I was deep throating him, gagging and choking and sucking fast and furious to pull out his load when he placed his hand back on my head, pushed me back a little and said, “Ease up man. You got a good mouth. Let me enjoy those lips.” I did as he asked and took my time savoring his big black dick, letting him work my throat open so he could go a little deeper with each thrust. After sucking his infected dick for a few minutes more, my knees were getting sore, so I pulled off, stood up and said, “I just need a minute.” He didn’t say anything, just stayed as he was and took another long hit on his pipe again and when he did, the glow from his lighter showed he had a little smirk on his face. I was about ready to get back on my knees when he said, “You like that dick? You like how it tastes? How it bangs your throat?” “Yeah,” I said, “I like that it’s big, nasty, am sure it has made my throat bleed a little in the back, and bet it would feel great ripping my ass up, leaving its mark inside coating my guts.” “And my cock is dripping and ready to rip that ass right now,” a deep voice said from behind me. What the fuck? I about pissed myself as I literally jumped and turned around to find another black guy standing in the alley, watching us. He was bigger than the first guy, about 6 foot 5, linebacker build like a football player, heavy and thick, with a full close-cut beard that was a little longer on his chin. Our guest stepped into the space between the two dumpsters, seeming to fill my only way to freedom as he then put his huge hand on my chest and pushed me backwards until my back hit the brick wall and said, “Where you going little rabbit?” He continued to hold me against the wall as I stammered, “I..uhhh…..was just…you know…I….” The big man holding me laughed as he reached up and lightly slapped my face with his other hand, “Damn Marvin, you’re white whores are never very bright are they? That’s all right, cause their mouths should be full and busy and not able to talk anyways, ain’t that right?” He let go of my chest, reached into his pants, and pulled out a pipe similar to Marvin’s, but bigger. “You ever smoke rock? No? You know what rock is? It’s crack. Me and my boy been smoking all night and my cock’s been hard as shit so I decided we should find Marvin and get us some nice white whore to slob this knob and help me settle my monster down. But since his main girl is knocked out, looks like any whore will do, and Marvin here says you’re looking to get your pussy fucked. Well, my old monster right here can do the job and I don’t care if it’s girl pussy or boi pussy, my monster just needs a hot one to cum in.” I just stood there in a bit of shock as Marvin hit his pipe, watched him close his eyes as the high washed over him, and our guest said, “Open your mouth, now when Marvin here is ready, he’s going to pass his smoke to you and when he does you breath it in deep and hold it, got that?” I nodded and the seconds seemed like minutes and then as Marvin leaned forward, our guest took his mammoth hands and grabbed my head while I opened my mouth and closed my eyes and waited. I felt Marvin’s mouth cover mine and then a weird tickling, warm sensation as he exhaled his smoke into me. “Breathe it in now, deep and hold it like I said,” the guy repeated. The smoke did not seem that bad, but there was a lot of it and after Marvin moved his mouth away I did cough and choke a little, making them both laugh. Marvin was the first to speak as I wiped the tears out of my eyes, “Jay, come on man, I told you he was a newbie. You know I only provide you whore’s I know can take what you are going to dish out – fuck your monster scares them – but this one, I just don’t know.” “I like em fresh sometimes too,” Jay replied, “Especially when they got cock-hungry pink holes that need to be ripped and ridden and a few hits of our rock and this whore will be bucking broncos like a pro. Now here, watch how I hit my pipe, then I will hold it so you can hit it too, and you will keep taking both our smoke as well. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.” I nodded, opened my mouth like a baby bird for Jay to feed me his smoke, and this time seemed to feel a little rush either from the smoke, or just being scared. After Jay pulled away and I exhaled, I said, “Won’t we get caught back here? What if someone walks down here?” Jay laughed, shook his head and said, “Naw, not gonna happen. I parked my truck up front and my boy is watching, he won’t let anyone down this way, besides, this time of night the only folks out are whores and those looking for em,” which made Marvin lose half his smoke as he started laughing and shaking his head vigorously in agrgeement. Jay then handed me the pipe, guided me through my hit as he lit the bowl, telling me how to roll the stem, breath it in deep, hold it, then he said, “Now get on your knees, smoke out Marvin’s dick, get that shit hard.” Marvin let out a big, “HHMMMMM,” almost a purr, as I blew the smoke out around his dick. FUCK – THAT SMOKE BURNED MY LUNGS as I felt the high hit me like a fist, so fucking intense and amazing. When I finished I stood back up, hit Jay’s pipe again and this time he had his dick out, so I knelt and gave him the same treatment and as I did so I noticed his dick was slimy and coated and crusted in a smelly and sticky goo. His dick was longer, about 12-inches, and thick as my wrist, and I knew there was no way in hell I could take that, but since I figured I was going to suck them off soon I focused on the next hit. I suddenly could not get enough and asked for more, loving how the crack was making me feel and I felt so fucking horny I could barely stand it. This time as I finished smoking Marvin’s dick, Jay reached down and yanked my t-shirt up and over my head then said, “Get those pants off, let’s see what you working with.” I hesitated, but the look on Jay’s face in the dim glow of his lighter as he took a hit, showed me the man was serious, so I took my jeans off, hung them on the back corer of the dumpster, and put my sneakers back on. I then bent over and started slobbing on the head of Jay’s monster dick, while I turned and offered Marvin my hole. This time his, “HHMMMMM,” was deeper and louder and he drove two fingers up into my ass. I jumped forward a little stuffing my throat with Jay’s dick, but Marvin pulled me back with his left hand, while his right hand continued to explore my ass. His nails were sharp and out of reflex I tried to pull away again, but he held me tight as he said “HHMMMMM.” With no way to run, all I could do was take it like the cum whore I wanted to be as he clawed at my ass, mixing last night’s cum in with my ass juices and some fresh blood where his nails had tore up my guts. I sighed as he pulled his fingers out, and felt the blunt head of his dick at my hole. “You ready to be my whore?” Marvin asked, “Ready to take this dick? Ready to be a good whore?” I started to beg and plead for his dick when he said, “Shhh, don’t talk, I don’t want to hear you talk, now shut up.” So now when he started again, “You ready to be my whore?” Ready to take this dick?” all I did was say, “Hmmmm.” Even with my hole pretty wet, it still hurt like hell when he pushed through my ass ring and he gave me no time to get used to it. He grabbed my hips harder, pushed his dick in one long thrust balls deep, pulled all the way back out, and thrust back in. I should say “balls and zipper deep” as he still had his pants on, but had pulled his balls out too, so when he thrust all the way in his balls were smashed up under my hole, and his pant’s zipper rubbed against my upper ass cheeks. Marvin said, “Yeah you’re a whore, damn, got that deep deep hole, just like a whore should, just like a whore who needs this big nasty dick, needs that big nasty nutt, needs that deep deep infecting that pussy, making a NASTY hole, NASTY, NASTY.” Jay said, “Alright, let me open that throat up.” Leaving his dick inside me, Marvin turned me a little so I came face-to-face to with Jay’s monster dick. The sharp pain from Marvin’s first thrusts into my ass were a distant memory as my hole felt hot, the crack making my whole body want him as deep as he could go, so I angled my hips up and out to give him as much access to my ass as I could. I couldn’t hold back any more and begged, “Please infect me, please make my hole nasty, please breed me, please make me your whore.” Jay grabbed the sides of my head and said, “He said shut up, now open that throat so I can see if that mouth can be trained to take this monster right! That’s it, now use that tongue to lick my head, work it in my piss slit, there you go, scoop out my gonno juice, like how that tastes? That’s right, clean my crusty dick with those lips, now open that throat wide so I can bust that neck!” While Jay started slamming my mouth with his infected monster, Marvin took his right hand and made me arch my back while he braced himself against the dumpster with his left hand as he now angled his dick into my ass. He was stretching me deep and wide, his balls slapped my ass hard, and his zipper scraped the skin off my upper cheeks. I felt like I was going to pass out as the high from the crack had me flying and Jay’s dick was blocking all air in my throat. Jay had angled my neck with his hands just enough so that his dick slid past my gag reflex and my neck and throat muscles strained, convulsed, spasmed as Jay held his dick in my throat. Hearing me gag and choke sent Marvin over the edge, “Come on whore, show me you want it, show me you want it, show me you….OH SHIT…OH…SHIT….FUCKIN WHORE!” On his last thrust he slammed it as hard and deep as he could and held it there, his whole body shaking as he unloaded into my ass, giving me his infected cum. He then yanked his dick out in one quick pull, making my guts cramp right up and I grunted and groaned as that pain was worse than him entering me. At the same time Jay yanked his dick out of my mouth and while I gasped for air, he pushed me down on onto my knees and Marvin stuck his dick in my mouth so I could suck him clean. Still sounding like a fish on the deck of a boat, I was gasping as Marvin pushed me away, took two steps back, a big breath, and teased me with his glistening dick. I was shaking now, and a bit disoriented as I reached back and touched my tender ass and my fingers came away covered in cum, tinged with pink and red. Jay smiled as he filled his pipe, took several hits, then handed it to me, “Hit it hard, that’s right, don’t that shit feel good? Get’s that pussy hungry don’t it? Got my monster hungry too, look at that – BRICK! Here hit it some more, good, now for the main event, hand me your t-shirt. I was a little confused, but I grabbed my t-shirt off the corner of the dumpster and handed it to Jay. He spun me around, and to my shock pulled the t-shirt around my face, forcing a chunk of it in my mouth like a gag as he tied it tight at the back of my head. Jay then used both hands to turn me to the side so I was wedged into the corner between the trash dumpster and the brick wall of the fast food joint. I placed one hand on the wall, the other on a metal bar on the end of the dumpster, and pushed my ass back to meet his beefy fingers, which he shoved in my hole hard and deep. “Damn, looks like Marvin got that hole nice and wet for my monster, now little rabbit, time to get whore fucked? You ready?” Nothing could have prepared me for Jay’s 12-inch monster. While his head felt a little smaller than Marvin’s, once it was in my hole it seemed to expand and grow like a K9 knot, or the plow on the front of a snow truck. I tried to pull away, the high from the crack seeming to have vanished as Jay tried to force his dick up my ass. I squirmed, wiggled, lifted one leg to try to dislodge him, but all that did was open my hole a little more and Jay pushed on. “Fuck that pussy is tight!” Jay said, “You know how they always say this is going to hurt me more than it is you, well they fucking lied – you got about half my monster inside that hole, so push that pussy out cause here comes the rest.” My screams were lost in the t-shirt stuffed in my mouth, and I understood why now he had tied the t-shirt around my head. I reached up to try to pull the t-shirt off, but Jay’s huge right hand snatched mine, squeezed hard and twisted and yanked my arm behind my back. It felt like he dislocated my shoulder and broke my hand at the same time. Jay was now using my right arm as leverage as he raped my ass and my head was banging against the trash dumpster and the brick wall as he fucked me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Jay’s voice grew loud and intense, echoing off the trash dumpsters as he let go of my arm, “Pull yourself up on the corner of the dumpster like you doing a chin-up, come on, that’s it – FUCKING CHRIST – that opens that hole, don’t worry, I got you, you won’t fall, let me up in there, – FUCKING CHRIST – let me up in there. GOD DAMN YOU FUCKING WHORE. Open that pussy for me, come on now bounce on it! Ride that monster cock! Ride that cock! Bounce on it you white trash piece of shit, just like that – YES – just like that – fucking worthless whore, gonna make my monster spit. That what you want, make my monster spit? Spit up inside you? Breed that hungry pussy? You fucking white trash whore, want this big gonno infected dick? You like the green cream? You like taking that drippy dick? Fuck yeah, bounce on that dick – bounce on that dick – fucking…..oh fuck….GONNA GIVE YOU CUM WHORE, GONNA SHOOT IT, GONNA SHOOT….FUCK…SHIT……” As Jay slammed all 12-inches in he drove my whole body into the corner of the dumpster and I didn’t have time to react as my face smashed into the edge and I felt hot blood gush from my nose. I immediately let go of my handhold, but Jay had me impaled on his monster black dick, and was still bouncing me up and down like some ride at the carnival. I managed to brace myself with my left hand and with my right, tried to put pressure on my nose to stop the bleeding. Jay finally eased me to the ground and said, “Take your time, I’m fucking up in there, ease off it, go slow, that’s it, I know, I know, I got deep, but fucking-eh!” Still trying to staunch the bleeding in my nose, I slid off Jay’s dick and felt a hot rush of fuck juice run down my thighs and my gaping hole pulse as he finally pulled all the way out. I turned around, Jay flicked on his lighter, “HOLY FUCK, what happened? Here, here, let me do this,” as he untied the t-shirt, “Just lean your head back a little, don’t worry, give it a second.” I looked to the left and Marvin was just standing there, pipe in one hand, smoke trail around his face, his eyes half closed, his left hand stroking his hard dick. I pulled the t-shirt away from my face as Jay offered me his pipe, “Here, hit this, fuck whore! That shit was freaky as shit! Damn – you got some ass for sure. Big phat ass for a white boy, just right for fucking.” While I hit the pipe, Jay walked over, said a few words to Marvin, who stuffed his still hard dick back into his pants and walked away. I then took my t-shirt and rubbed my ass and thighs, and it came away dark and wet. Jay laughed, “Don’t worry, that ain’t nothing. Just the mark of a good whore fuck! Get your pants on and let’s go.” I quickly found my pants, slid my sneakers off, got my pants on, put my sneakers back on and was getting ready to pull my wet, blood stained t-shirt over my head when Jay stopped me, “Fuck no, want folks to think you been shot or shit? Just come on.” I followed Jay’s hulking shadow out of our dumpster hideout and down the alley. As we turned the corner I saw his trucked parked at the end and a tall guy leaning against the hood, the glow from a lighter showing he was smoking too. When we got close Jay said, “Hey boy, look what I found,” and motioned towards me. It was a lot brighter now with the lights from the street lamps casting a hazy glow our way and I imagined I looked quite the mess. The guy set his still smoking pipe down on the hood of the truck and walked closer to me, he reached out and turned my head from side to side, “Shit Jay, what’d you do?” Jay laughed and said, “Our tea party got a little out of hand, what the fuck you think I did?” The younger guy was about as tall as Jay but not quite as thick and he let go of my face and roughy turned me around and shoved his hand down the back of pants, brought it out, and said, “Fuck yeah! You got your nutt and bred him good. Was he a good pussy Jay? Damn I need to get up there.” Before I could protest I was shuffled forward and grunted as my body was pushed against the truck and a nice dick that felt about 10-inches slid right up my shredded hole. “HOLY SHIT THIS IS SLOPPY WET!” he exclaimed. We were only about 15 feet from the street and while still early the occasional car was driving by so I was anxiously eyeing the street and could not enjoy the raw dick up my ass. Jay laughed, “God damn, trust, I know that shit is good, now crawl the fuck off.” The young buck in my hole grunted, swore under his breath, but did as Jay asked. I pulled my pants back up, looked at Jay who had opened the driver’s side door to his truck and as he tilted his head the confusion about what he wanted was clear on my face even in the dim light of the street lamps. “Get the fuck in!” Jay ordered, “Sit in the middle, you’re coming home with us. I’m not done with you whore. I paid Marvin for a full night so you ain’t even begun to pay up yet, so come on now, I ain’t got time to waste. My monster is awake and is he hungry!” As the truck backed out of the alley, I craned my neck to see my building while Jay and his friend pressed me between their bodies. I was not sure where we were going and what was going to happen, but as Jay’s friend handed me a pipe my ass twitched and I knew as long as I was being whore fucked again, I didn’t care.

So this is my first time posting on here and I wanted to share the story of my recent birthday events. What I had expected to be a rather dull day, turned out to be quite the opposite. I started to chatting with a hot black guy that recently moved to town, and we agreed to meet. He was at a bar only two blocks from my house, so I walked to meet him. Then we came back here and we headed to my room. He had a nice 8" cock and he bent me over and pounded my hole for a good 10-15 minutes before he shot off inside me. Then he got dressed and headed out. No sooner had he left, than I get a message on adam4adam, from another hot black guy who was visiting from out of town. We chatted a few and he wanted to fuck me. I had to drive across town and pick him up, but I didn't mind. We came back to my place and a few minutes later, his 8" cock was up my ass. I didn't mention the earlier load already in there, and he never said anything either. After dropping him, off I was driving home when I got hit up on grindr buy this guy I had been talking to for a while. He wanted to come over. I went home, freshened up and then went to get him as he had no car either. We came back, had a few drinks and smoked some weed, then all of a sudden this little twink looking guy got very aggressive and threw me face down on the couch. Next thing I know, he has his 7" cock sliding into me and he proceeds to absolutely annihilate my ass. After he blasted inside me, we chilled for a bit, then he was ready for a second round and put another load in my hungry hole. After I dropped him off, I started driving home when this fucking hot 18 year old college boy hits me up on grindr and says he wants to fuck. Tired and sore as I was, there was NO WAY i was turning this boy down. So I headed over to the local PSU branch campus to pick him up. Once we got back to my place, he got super aggressive. He had a nice thick 7" dick and he had me on my back on the bed, with my head over the side, he slammed that cock down my throat and just held it there, over and over. Once he was done abusing my mouth, he pushed me onto my knees on the bed an just rammed his cock into me. Now, normally guys that age seem to get off fast, but he went to town on my ass for almost 45 minutes. I was panting and moaning and and just completely glassy eyed by the end of it. Finally he dumped an enormous load in my ass and then was ready for me to drop him off. As I drove home, my hole was twitching and sore, and I could feel cum leaking out of it in the car. I just sat there driving home with a big smile on my face as I relived the fun I had. For a birthday I had no expectations for, this one turned out to be the best in a long long time.

To all the guys out there who say they won’t let a guy fuck them with a condom, this one is for you. Last night I had a pretty good time with a few different guys. I started off going to a local Spa, not an official bathhouse, but a de facto bathhouse in which most of the guys there are looking to get off and a number them are ‘straight married’ guys. There was some action, and I got off, but I ended up not staying too long. After I got home from fucking around at the sauna, I got horny again and decided to hit the usual places, scruff, adam4adam, BBRT to see if I could get some cock to fill my hole. A fuckbud of mine woofed me, and I jumped right in. K is his name and he is about 40’sh, 6’, beefy, hairy chest, beard and starting to turn into a grey fox. He’s got an above average, cut thick cock that has loaded me up a few times. He’s up to fucking, but he also says he’s really in the mood to tag-team me if we can find someone. I love three ways, but hate setting them up spur of the moment. I’m a shorter versatile guy, around 5’4” beefy build, hairy chest, thick cut cock and a tight hairy ass. We both look around and at one point I notice another one of my fuckbuds is on, call him SO. He’s one of those Safer Only tops I’ve been cultivating for BB sex. He’s a cute guy, around 30’sh, smooth, average cock, and we always have fun together. He knows I’m into BB and says he’s on PrEP as well. I let K know about SO and what the low down is. He’s open so I hit up SO and he responds right away. I tell him about my bud K wanting to get together and is he interested? They start messaging and in the end we agree to hook up at K’s place. I’ve already let K know the low-down with SO, and tell K that regardless of whether or not SO wants to use a condom, I expect K to breed me. He’s down with that so I know for sure I’ll get at least one load tonight. K & I get together first and I start sucking his cock while we wait for SO to arrive. I get him nice and hard and am working on his cock when we hear the door open and SO comes in to join. I decide to switch to suck on SO for a bit thinking that K will slide in me bare as an example of the right way to fuck for SO, but that doesn’t happen. I have to go to work on both cocks for a while and finally I’m in the right position to get SO’s cock in my hole. I have K’s cock in my mouth and I’m ass up pointed to SO, and I feel him slide in BARE. Fuck yeah! Game on. SO comes unhinged and fucks me with the raw animal lust you only get with BB sex. It is heavenly! The fucking goes on for at least half an hour in which both guys take turns on my bare ass. Mostly I’m doggie and switch back and forth between both guys. They also take advantage of spit-roasting me the entire time too. I get this idea that I should maybe see if they’d be up to DP me, but I’m kind of hesitant to say it in case it doesn’t work. Around that time, SO is lying on his back and I’m sucking him while K is fucking my hole hard and fast. He pulls out and I decide what the fuck, I get up and sit on SO’s bare cock. I’m in a much better position because K is still behind me, and he can get into my hole easily if he wants to. He’s watching my tight hole get pounded by SO’s Bare cock and telling us how hot it is. He’s just sitting there though watching. I gesture to him to come up closer to us and he does. I stick my finger in my hole next to SO’s cock so that he can see it and then he starts to play with my hole. I pull off SO and get K to fuck me for a bit, then I pull off K and sit on SO again. We do some back and forth like this for a few minutes and finally while I’m on SO K tries to slide his cock in me. It doesn’t quite work and he pushes SO out. I take a deep popper hit and we try again and all of a sudden I see stars! Both cocks are in me at the same time, Bare! This is the first time I’ve ever been DP’d! I’ve been one of the tops doing a DP before, but never done it as a bottom. I’m so fucking turned on I can’t even begin to describe how hot the whole scene was. They pound my hole mercilessly and they even are edging because neither wants to be the first to cum! In the end they fuck me for what seems like forever, and then SO says he’s gonna shoot! He starts grunting and shooting his load and almost immediately K bursts inside my hole. This has easily had to be one of the hottest fucks I’ve ever had, and I’m glad I’ve been letting the Safer Only guy fuck me with condoms, cause when he was ready to take it off it couldn’t have come at a better time.

Bbbtmdoc posted on Thursday May 20, 2010 - 10:14 am It was the first night I had ever been away from home. I had just gotten settled in my dorm and David, my roommate and I, were watching a little TV when he want to take a shower before bed. I sat there and watched as he stripped down and grab his shit for his shower. I couldn't help but notice how nice David's 6'1” body was, how nice his chest was. As I followed his body down to he beautiful 6-pack abs and the treasure trail that made its way to a gorgeous set of cock and balls. He looked like he was seven inches soft, which lead me to speculate what his length was when erect. Just as quickly, however, I realized the whole line of thoughts was a bit strange as I had never had a gay thought before today, but for some reason David made me think these things. I just thought something must have come over me when David showed me his body. Any how, as David took his shower I decided to hit the rack, so I striped down to my boxers. I normally slept in the nude, but didn't think David would be hip on the thought of a naked roommate in the bed next to his. I started to drift off to sleep when David came back in our room. Although the only light on in the room was the light from the closet, I could still see David's bod and I thought for a second his cock was no longer hanging between his legs, but was actually jutting out somewhat. Then David turned-off the light and headed for his bed. I recall that he never put anything on when he was in his closet. I floated off to sleep and was half in and out of sleep when I felt it, maybe around midnight, maybe a little later: it was David's hand. He had climbed into the bed with me and was laying behind me, his hand on my stomach, and moving downwards towards my belly button, down to the waist band of my boxers, touching and rubbing me through the fabric. It was getting in his way, and I knew he was going to move it, I knew he was going to try and put his hand in there. "Please..." I whispered, "Please, don't." David stopped rubbing, but he held his hand there, right at the waistband of the boxers. He moved his body really close to me, I could feel the bed move as his body touched mine through the only thing between me and his hand, my boxers. His mouth moved almost up to my ear, his warm breath touched my ear lobe. "It's ok Chad, no one's gonna know. I just want you to feel good," and after a tiny pause, continuing to say "I want to make you feel better - I want to make everything okay. I want to MAKE you......" a pause and then I felt his tongue and mouth touch the inside of my ear, then he sucked in my ear lobe, and I moaned deeply never feeling something like that before, my body starting to shake, my entire insides responding. "Besides," he whispered again, "I know you want this. I saw how you looked at me when I took off my underwear. Just let me do this you...please let me take you, I know you want it," and again his tongue went in my ear and his hand traveled into my boxers. I was almost immediately hard, my whole body shaking from the heat, from the images of David, and from David's tongue in my ear. "Please," I pleaded, "please don't!" David responded by kissing down my ear to the side of my neck.. He suckled there for a second. The sensation of his lips sucking me just got me more and more excited. He tossed-away the sheet and kissed the middle of my neck, rubbing my stomach and kissed his way from my neck line to my chin, and from to my lips. They were full and hot, almost on fire, as his body moved completely up against me, his naked, hard body pressing into mine. Electricity shot through us as he grabbed me through my boxers and the kiss turned into one I accepted as I just started losing control to his strength. I let him in as his lips tasted me, then opened my mouth, without any thoughts on my part. I felt his tongue enter me, and I groaned really loudly, completely lost in whatever was happening. "Shhhh," David said quietly his hands tugging at my boxers, "we don't want anyone to hear." I just kind of nodded as he looked into my eyes. His blue eyes were so intense - so bright in the soft moonlight. I knew I didn't want this, but I knew it was going to happen. My boxers came down over my hard cock, and his full lips were on me sucking mine then probing me with his tongue, feeling my own tongue and sucking at it deep. Again, I moaned, and David kissed down my neck line again to the area between my pecs. "It's so smooth, and your little body is so hot" he whispered as his tongue started touching each pec, each nipple, bathing them as I squirmed and moved against his briefs as he ground himself against me. He touched my abs and then kissed them too. "It's gonna feel so good, these tanned abs moving when you feel me inside," he said as his tongue moved to my belly button, and he lightly sucked down my stomach my hard, throbbing cock. I moaned again, and got completely lost in him, not even really understanding what he was saying. "Oh God, you're so fuckin' hot," he moaned as we kissed. I came back to myself for a second, and half tried to extract myself from his hold - shit was just so fucked up, half-whimpering "Please, David.... please...." He just smiled at me. He came up again this time his lips were on mine in less than a second, and I could feel his strength, his whole body, full of athleticism and stamina pushing against me as his mouth forced against mine. The kiss was so deep, and so full, our bodies tight against each other. I felt it for what again seemed like forever, our mouths quickly moving, tongues touching and swirling, my body crying and moaning as David tasted all of me, both of us starting to really sweat. David broke the kiss and smiled at me, his teeth so white in the light from the moon. "I'm going to suck you, the way only a man can." He kissed me again hungrily, his tongue touching deep in my mouth. I moaned as I felt his hard tongue, his hard pecs against mine, his strong hands feeling my abs, rubbing my torso and my chest, trying to press himself harder and harder against my body. I just closed my eyes, and felt his strength as my head moved back while David broke-off the kiss again, licked down my neck and sucked, sucking so hard noise reverberated in my head, like the sound of someone quickly sucking on noodles. I knew the hickey was going to be there long afterwards. I knew it, but by then I just didn't care. I was so overwhelmed by David, by his strength, by his kisses. He kept sucking his way down, licking my sweaty chest, tongue kissing my stomach, my heaving abs, the area below my belly button. He licked down from there to my pubes, and stopped. I passively lay there, my eyes closed, but registering his pause, I looked-up to see he was staring at me, and as our eyes met, an amazing electrical charge shot between us. After a second, he smiled and I felt my rock hard cock getting ready to spurt on my crotch. He smiled again, and went back to licking my black pubes, then tongue-kissing the head of my cock, which was now leaking pre-cum like a faucet. "Oh, you taste so sweet" David whispered as his mouth and lips plunged down my six inch cock, which, of course, was at full staff. "Uhhhh... Ohhhh.. Fuck..." I cried as I felt David licking and tasting. His mouth was so hot, and he knew how to pleasure me. He knew how to use his tongue, and knew how much pressure to apply as he went down and came back up. He moved faster and faster, and I felt myself really leaking, little moans were escaping my mouth as David sucked my cock. "Uh, uh uh, ehhhh ehhhhhh uhhhhhhh" I moaned as his eyes looked-up at me. His lips were so perfect and my cock was rock hard solid. I totally stopped worrying, and just let it happen, my cock and balls so tight, so ready to blow. I wanted to push his head all the way down on my shaft when he stopped at the end, but he did it for me, moving so quickly, swallowing all of me, his nose in my pubes. "Shitt..." I moaned, as I looked down at him again, holding it there, and I trying to fuck into his mouth, trying to give him what he wanted. My balls welled-up, but David quickly stopped sucking me, grabbed my balls, and held them still, whispering "You can't cum yet. I have more lined-up for you." "Ohhhh Fuckkkk," I cried, trying to turn my cock towards his mouth, and frustrated that he didn't finish me. He just kept hold of my balls and inspected them, slowly touching my hairless sac with his tongue. Then he took my nuts into his mouth, alternating between them, first one, then the other. "Uhhh, owww..." I moaned again, this time in a mix of pleasure and pain. David moved down my sac, and this time used his tongue kisses in the place below my balls, before my asshole. Nudging my legs apart with his strong hands, his tongue touched me in a place I had never been touched. "Ohhh," I whimpered, feeling his tongue go lower and lower wetting me, giving my hairless skin a bath as he was going towards my ass. "What are you fucking doing?" I blurted out, never having felt anything like this before. "Just lay back, I know you're gonna like this" David said as he lifted my legs, leaned over, and inserted his tongue into my asshole. "Ohhh" I cried. His tongue scraped along it while David's muscles kept me propped up. His tongue touched my outer hole, and then swirled around the inside, tasting me, giving me a warm and hot feeling, something I had never felt there before. "Ohhh dude, you don't have any hair here.... It's so hot..." he whispered, as his tongue darted around the lips of my asshole. "Ahhhhhh, fuck dude," I cried as David darted it in and tried to stick his tongue completely in my ass. I was still rock solid hard this feeling only made me hornier; I whimpered in pleasure, and David, of course, knew I was in ecstasy, and as such, was totally vulnerable, he knew I was his for the taking. Coming up for air, David looked down at me, and I felt his hard cock prodding my asshole, and, having made his intensions clear, he positioned my legs against my chest, and lay directly on top of me, face-to-face, kissing me really hard, and coincidentally giving me a taste of my cock and ass. "Ehhhh, ahhh.. nooooo... MMMmmm, ohhhhh" we both moaned. The kiss was hot and deep, and our bodies, all muscular and strong, prepared for the next level of pleasure as his hard cock rubbed against my ass. David continued to kiss me, probing the back of my mouth, his tongue trying to reach down my throat. I returned his passion, and he held me with his arms, even as he reached under the pillow to locate a bottle which he flicked-open in one deft motion. Now sitting on top of me, his knees controlled my torso. I remember thinking the moonlight made his pecs and stomach look extraordinarily white, as I admired his heaving muscles and his treasure trail, which glistened with sweat and pre-cum. I felt his hands move down me again as he shifted his weight to my right side. His hands were slick with something now, something that smelled of coconuts and he touched my abs with it, rubbing them slick with some sort of..... oil. "MMmmm" he moaned as his lips met mine, the kiss turned directions, and sped up as his hand moved to my belly button again, then down to my pubes and then my cock. "Ohhhh... Ohhhhh... uuhhhhhh...Shit" I groaned as his hand slicked it all up mixing my sweat with the oil. My balls reared up again, and the kiss went deeper. "Uh Uhhh...." David moaned into our kiss as he quickly moved his hands to my balls. touching them with the lube. I wanted to cum so bad that I tried to move my hand to my cock, trying my best to jerk off. David grabbed me though, and gave me look that told me no. He placed them on his sides just above his slim waist. His fingers moved lower then and touched the smooth area under my balls, and slicked it moving his hand even lower. I broke the kiss, not understanding what he was doing... "Dude fuckin stop, what the fuck are you doing? Don't touch me there." I said out of breath, as his hand kept moving lower. "It's ok," he said, "I'm just touching you, just feeling you. I want to touch you with this lube the way I touched you with my tongue." He smiled, and his teeth were so white, so beautiful to me at that moment, and I knew then that I was attracted to David, that I wanted him, that I wanted this. David was moving his body down again spreading my legs with his knees. He kissed down my chest, he licked my abs to taste the lube, and settled on his knees in between my legs. His face and body were turning me on now, and I was completely hard. I needed him to get me off. His hand started lubing underneath my balls again, and immediately, he took my cock in his mouth, bobbing slowly as he used his lips up and down, looking up into my face. "Shit... Ohhhhhh" I groaned as I squirmed feeling his mouth on me. His fingers were moving lower at the same time, and before I knew it, one was touching my asshole. David moved it around the ring and pressed at it, wetting me with lube while trying to push in. It as obvious that it was hard for him, and I moved back, trying to push it away with my hole. David just held me tight, and kept up the pressure. He started rubbing my slick tummy with his other hand, and licking my cock with his tongue. "Üh... Owwww ... Please stop!" I cried as David's finger kept putting pressure at my hole, his mouth completely down on my shaft. I groaned again when he used his mouth to suck me, and almost came as bucked into him. He grabbed at me again with his free hand, and held me in place, immobilizing my hips and stomach. He just had me deep throated when the finger finally penetrated, and he slowly pushed it inside me. "Fuck!!!" I cried out as David held me in place with his hand on my stomach, his finger in my hole. "Shhhhh... Dude, you gotta be quiet." David whispered as he brought his mouth from my dick, then went straight back down again, sucking me all the way deep. Ühhhh..." I moaned, as his lips moved up and down, his finger prodded and pushed, filling me, pushing something, putting pressure in me that I had never felt before. The finger pushed harder, and this time it went further inside me. I groaned really loud as he touched something inside there, my most private place. "Owww Ohhhhh." I cried as David's touch sent a shock through me, his finger deliberately playing with something he knew. He held me there deep throated with his hand still rubbing my tummy, I felt his other fingers tracing outside my hole and groaned again as David was pushing harder to slip another one inside me. "Ohhhhh, owwwww, sttttoppppp" I groaned as his middle finger met his index finger inside my asshole. They moved in unison, in and out of my ass making a soft noise with the lube as Kyle mouth slurped at my cock, his saliva making noises as he moved. Uhhhhh.... take it out David, please take it out"...." I whispered as David looked up at me, his mouth still slurping and full of my cock. I felt him remove his fingers, and this time his tongue moved down my dick. I felt relieved, having those fingers out, but there was this weirdness.... this empty feeling as he pulled out. My cock was still so rock solid, and David just kept playing with it, sucking me, then holding me in place. "Ohhhhhh Shiiit! Shitttttt..... Fuckin finish me David, pleaaaase!" My balls started to well, and I could feel the cum building. Again though David came off me, and grabbed my balls with his hand, squeezing them hard. I winced. "Not yet, bro... You're gonna cum, and I want you to feel it... The way I know you want to." I moaned out in confusion and lust, and knew I was being loud, but the sweat, the sex, the muscles, and the stud made me stop caring. His mouth took my balls again, and put each in his mouth slowly bathing them with his tongue. "Ahhhhh..." I moaned louder, stopping David in his tracks. He came off my balls, and used his strong arms to back his knees up a little bit. Then he moved his power under my legs, his veins straining in his biceps as he got under them, lifting each of them on his tight shoulders, using his power to move forward. Instantly, I felt his athleticism and strength, felt his ability pushing up against me, holding me. His strong body reared forward, moving my legs to my chest and forcing our faces together, going in for the deepest kiss we had shared. "Uhhhhh ohhhhh" I moaned as his tongue touched me all the way deep, probing me, pushing up and back against my tonsils and my throat as his throbbing dick pushing against my naked ass. Ähhhhhhhh Ahhhh... Uhhhhhhhhh" I moaned as David passionately kissed me, and, after breaking-off the kiss, looking deeply into my face. He was now covered in sweat, his face was red, but the rest of him was pure white in the moonlight. His chest was so hard, and the light made him look so strong and powerful, as his veins were moving in his arms, his six pack breathing quickly and his veins leading down his tapered waist, to his still throbbing cock. In the light, I could still see his treasure trail was glistening with sweat. My eyes wandered back to his, and David smiled, his teeth so white and so beautiful to me in the moonlight. I never would have thought something like that about a guy... not until this. "Chad," he said lightly, "now you gotta be quiet, I don't want anyone on the floor to hear us, I don't want anyone to find out...." he said, moving his body back hard against mine, pressing into me, pressing his six pack into my cock. I was still so hard. "Now I'm going to take you. I'm going to give it to you and I am going to make you cum. It's gonna hurt at first, but you're gonna cum while we fuck, I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU..." he whispered hard. His mouth met mine again and he was on me, our bodies completely hard against each other, my legs anchored against his shoulders. I was utterly lost in my connection with him. The lube and the sweat was making it slick between us, and he rubbed his cock against me, his tongue battling mine in my mouth, trying to push even farther, even deeper than he ever had. His chest raised a little and I felt him rub my nipples as we groaned lightly together as he pinched and moved. His body went further back as we kissed, and I watched in the moonlight that shone through our dorm room window as his hands moved down. And that's when I realized what was going to happen.... it came to me literally as David's hard sweaty cock came rubbed against my lubed asshole. He was going to put it inside me, and I immediately groaned a "noooooooo" into our kiss. David just took control and used his body weight against me as I wrestled and started to fight, using my muscles to push. Again he held me with his tightness, his slick and strong body keeping me in place. I felt his cock starting to touch my ass. The heat from it was fire as it moved against my ass as I struggled, my hole dripping wet from the sweat and lube that David had given me, that he used to loosen me with. He started to bear down, using his weight against me, his leverage keeping my legs up against me, keeping me in place and up against his body. He held me there as the kiss continued still, even as I tried to push him away. I felt his cock touch the lips of my hole, and I looked back to the mirror, helpless, watching as David''s tight bubble ass moved his cock up and down my lubed hole. Ähhhh fuck" I said into our kiss again, trying to turn my mouth away. I turned toward the mirror over my dresser and saw David taking his free hand and moving back to his cock; he was trying to change angles now.. he was no longer moving it up and down the lubed lips of my hole, he was pointing it straight at my hole trying to push. "Nooooo, plreleeeeaaase.... I don't want this..." I cried into David's mouth as he finally broke our kiss. "Shhhhhishhhhhhhhh... it's ok..... You're really tight bro,but Im going to take you, and you will like it...... I promise.." he whispered as his mouth went to my ear. Ï'm going to make you take it, I'm going to make you cum." He gasped as his tongue went into my ear, he groaned and it went deeper. Then we both groaned as his cock was pressing against, then starting to go into my asshole. "Ahhhhhhhh.... fuck....."I cried out as David's tongue went all the way into my ear, and his cock started passing my ass ring, slowly pushing and burning as David held it in place, pushing his heat into my hole. "Breathe out.... fuckin' breathe out Chad.... I'm pushing, you need to take it!" he growled. I just cried out as he pushed, and David put his free hand over my mouth to muffle the scream. "Oh you're so fuckin hot Chad, you're so tight dude. I knew you would be this tight when I first saw your ass in those shorts you wore today." He gasped as he sucked on my neck, holding me in place with his strength while the pressure intensified. It was like I was being filled with something so deep inside me, the pain was hard, and it was pressure, but it also sent shudders and waves through my body, waves that made my cock fuckin hard. "I need you to be quiet or everyone on the floor will know." he said, as he held me there for a second, his cock half way in. I could feel his heat inside me and my ass muscles clenched.. We both moaned. "Unhhhhhh" David sighed, as he started rocking his hips just a little bit, he was poking and prodding my insides, trying to get me more used to his warmth. I cried in pain, and could feel the sweat drippin off of us. It was falling and swirling around my hole, I could feel it. I looked in the mirrror helplessly again, and saw David's tight ass moving, rocking around as he sent waves of pain through my body. I was really grunting then with every movement, feeling the pressure, the strength of David's body, his ass, and his cock. He was so athletic and so strong, I could feel it in his cock as he pressed in me. David moved again, and brought his mouth to mine. He kissed me as I just laid there with my lips open, breathing heavy from the pressure, the pain, and the waves in his movements. I wasn't kissing back I was just laying there breathing as I felt him move again. This time he stuck his tongue in my mouth, and moaned, as his hips pushed all the way forward and into me, burying his cock into my ass. "FUCK.." I cried out as David topped out, his pubes touching my hairless asshole, the pain moving ten fold. "Please take it out David, please..." I moaned. David just held me there and never broke the kiss. He was not moving his hips anymore, but his pelvis was just pressed all the way against my ass, his mouth was kissing me, his hands running over my lubed abs, as he held me tightly. He moaned into our next kiss, moved his hands up and down, and started slowly rocking his hips again lightly moving his cock around my insides. "uhh... uhhh... uhhhhnnnn" I moaned from the pain and the exertion, the sweat pouring down our bodies, down my back and all over my body. He kept lightly rocking, and it felt like my insides were moving with him. "Please... please... don't..." He didn't listen, and just started lightly pushing. A little to the left, then to the right and downwards then upwards. And that's when it hit me... that upswing that made my whole body shake, as we both groaned so loud. It felt like lightning struck my body, my whole head spun. David stopped kissing my open lips. "I'm hittin' it now, bro. I'm touching it. I knew you were a bottom, and now you're gonna feel it. Now, you're gonna take it." David pushed his lips against me deep then, and pressed on the upswing one more time, deep up in to me. "Ahhh, ahhhh ahh." I moaned and breathed quickly into the kiss as David pushed HARD... My whole insides shook again as the lightning turned to something. It was like that wave when I came during orgasm, my whole body +going tense as I would cum. It was that upswing, that feeling that gave me the lightning, that got me rock solid hard. "Ahhhhh.... ooooooh" I cooed as pain mixed with the feeling, and David started to pull out really slow. I was completely in the moment now, the room smelling of the coconut lube, our sweat, and our sex. I felt his cock move outwards and leave that place inside me, the pain feeling harsh again, as I groaned. "Mmmm, Uhhhhh," David grunted as his cock pushed hard back in to me, and I whimpered. "Owwww ahhhhhh, no, no" I moaned again into the kiss, but David didn't break. He pushed upwards again and the lightning hit, both of us letting out a grunt. "Take it," David growled into our kiss as this time he pulled out almost all the way of my hole. I felt empty and strange until he pushed back, long dicking me into an upward movement. "Ohhhhhhh Fuuuuck" I cried into our open mouths, as my cock went totally hard. I just completely turned now from complete pain and fear, and was so turned on now from the pain and the pleasure. I fought using my muscles as David pushed against my special place, his tongue mirroring the movement of his cock in my ass. "Ahhhh..." He started rearing again this time pulling almost totally out, leaving the head at my entrance, then jamming upwards, shaking my tight body as he fucked. He moved faster again, this time keeping the strokes closer together, fucking me in a rhythm as my bed started to shake with it. The room getting even hotter as he pulled out and pushed, fucking me..."uh, uh uh," I cried repetitively with each fuck. After about two minutes, each thrust started getting me harder, the pressure was becoming heat, and the heat was becoming sex, really fucking hard sex as David forced his athletic body deep into mine. His tongue staying in my mouth the whole time. Our bodies grunting with each stroke, with each fuck. "Uhhh Uhhh Uhh" he grunted as his strokes were moving so fast now --- all I could feel was the lightning and David's tongue as he fucked me hard, the sound of our moans and my ass squishing from his cock and lube making the only noises in the room. Our bodies were moving so hard, the exertion so tight. My abs rippled with every stroke, David's muscles strained as he shoved in to me, fucking me so deep. In between kisses, David started whispering to me periodically, telling me I was tough, that my body was so tight, and that my fuck was so hot. I looked in the mirror again, and it was David's bubble butt that was fucking into my hole this time, the force and the athleticism completely overpowering me, his muscular back moving so fast now, dripping with sweat. He moved his mouth to my ear again, and sucked my earlobe, as we both grunted. "I'm gonna make you cum now," he said as his hands grabbed mine, and he pushed all the way inside me, holding -- then starting – the fastest, hardest fuck he could. "Oh, Ohhhhhh" I cried as each stroke was so fast and so hard, the feeling just multiplied over and over and over again. We hit this rhythm that moved in milliseconds as I cried out, my abs contracting with each deep stroke. His body moving like a frickin stud, his muscles sweating and moving as he fucked. "Ow, oh oh oh ahhhhhh" I grabbed David's tight ass, feeling his strength as he plowed in to me, the bed shaking and our grunting getting louder. "Uh Uh Uh Uh" he repeated as he fucked, his ass flexing under my hands. My balls tightened without me even touching them..... "FUUUCKKK" I cried, as he reared up again, this time shoving so deep, to that perfect spot... My whole body stopping and shuddering, my balls welling all the way, as David shoved one more time, slamming our bodies against the bed, moaning as we met as one, the sweat, the smells, the breathing, the muscles. Our shaking was so intense. My balls just released, and I started to climax, my cum shooting everywhere, all over David's chest, in my face, and in my hair, my asshole squeezing David as I shot. "Oh, Oh, Ohhhhhhhh," I cried as David pressed all the way against me, his cock so hot and deep. "Fuckin' take it!" He moaned as he put his forehead against mine and shot load after load into me, filling my insides, mixing with the lube. "Ohh fuck" I cried as David held me tight still, his dick still deep inside. He moved his mouth down to mine, and we kissed fast at first, then slowing, tasting each other, as our lips moved and pressed, touched and parted, allowing our tongues to push in to the others' mouth. I felt him putting his hands on me then, slowly caressing me, my abs, my sides, then my smooth ass, as he moved me to my side, keeping his cock still firmly inside my asshole, still hard as his cum seeped deeper into my hole. He spooned with me with his strong arm, and we laid there as he kissed my neck, whispering to me, telling me how hot I was, how I was tight and small and strong, how good he could make me feel, how good we could fuck and that he impregnated me with his seed, his dirty, charged up seed. I stared forward blankly, still feeling his heat --- his cum in my ass, trying to comprehend what he meant by 'his dirty, charged seed?' “You are now mine, I own your ass. Soon you will get the fuck flu and when I take you for your first HIV test and it comes back poz I we will celebrate. I was shocked. David made me his poz bottom fuck bitch. The feelings became so strange as he kissed my neck and stroked my abs, then my pecs, then my pubes, and back again. I just started drifting off ... so tired and exhausted, as I stared into the dresser mirror. There were two naked, muscular boys laying together in the moonlight, the smell of sweat, sex, and something else moved through the air until I felt David slid his cock back into my ass again. “We need to make sure the seeding takes Chad.” I took four loads that night and every night after that until I got sick with the flu. David took care of me through my sickness and three months later I tested poz. David is the best guy I could have ever been paired with as a roommate.

Boys and girls, got a 9.5 inch cock, some viagra and Coke, and enough energy to keep me going all night. Anyone need a hard raw breeding session?

I went to the Black Eagle last night. Chatted a little bit with a cute younger guy who looked really familiar - he thought he'd met me before too, but neither of us could figure out where. Later I saw him swing quickly through the backroom a couple of times, but our paths didn't intersect. Finally I saw him on his knees blowing someone with his pants hiked down to expose his ass. I leaned up against the wall next to them and hauled out my cock, and when he got up and bent over to let the guy fuck him, he took me in his mouth. We spit roasted him for a couple of minutes; during which I practically had to fight off some other greedy cocksucker who was trying to physically drag my dick into his mouth. The other top slipped away - I don't think he came - and then it was my turn to tap that ass. He braced himself against the wall and I slid in raw and fucked him steadily, enjoying his moans and the grip his hole had on my dick. Other guys were stroking my chest and one even reached under to feel my balls while I rode, but all my attention was on that beautiful ass. Soon I heard "shoot your load in me", and I picked up the pace of my fuck, feeling my cock swell as he gripped me and then going over the edge and seeding his hole deep. "NOW I'll remember you," he said. I hope he does!

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

To some extent, the past week was my debut as a barebacker and by extension chaser. For me, this was a multi-year concept that has had a very detailed plan. The third phase of my plan was simple on one aspect. I would just start saying no to condoms. But the more detailed version is more telling. I worked for many months on determining how to start. I choose to arrange as much sex as possible in the first week. I ended up with four guys who agreed to be part of my first week. Each one claimed to be poz and not on meds. Additionally two claimed that they had confirmed pozzings of other men. One of those two guys ended up getting his three "converts" to be with me as well. For added measure, I met two additional guys on-line and hooked up with them. So, over the course of 9 days, I enjoyed bareback sex 10 times (one guy came back for a second time) and had 16 ejaculations into my body. No chance of my act being a one time, random thing. I made my decision and acted on it. The next phase will be to continue to seek out possible poz mates and engage in sex when possible...but certainly not at the rate of the first week. In 2016 it is estimated that 40,000 American gay men will be come infected with HIV. As many as one quarter of that group will be men who made the choice to chase the bug. I have no idea that I will be one of them....but my starting week is an indication that I will indeed become poz myself.

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

I love a bigger guy overpowering me, holding me down and going for it all he wants. I'm all bottom, sometimes it can be a bit hard finding bigger guys who will give me a good pounding, but I've had my fair share, and always want more.

I'm short 5'6" so prefer guys my own height, or a bit shorter. I'm really into short guys anyway. Many taller guys just aren't interested in shorter guys as it really messes with the whole top/bottom dynamic. For me there nothing better than hooking up with a similar short guy for a decent flip fucking session.

I love a top much larger than myself in all ways, like to feel the power of my top both physically and mentality wise, that is why I choose him as my top but much better when he simply takes over and lets me know he is my top

Most all of my life, I've done the fucking, both womens' pussies and men's asses. At a party about 10 years ago, a dude bred me, but I was kind of wasted and didn't have much say in the matter. So, I wasn't too impressed about it. But I started thinking lately about what it could be like to be on the receiving end, and so I invited a gym buddy over to my place after a workout. We never talked about sex, but I had that strange feeling that we was bi like I am. After 5 really big shots of whisky, we started to relax. I offered to massage him, suggested that he take a hot shower. In the meantime, I set up a mattress on my living room floor with lots of towels and when he showed up after the shower, still a little wet, with the towel wrapped around him, his eyes met mine and he let the towel drop and lay down on his stomach. I gave him one helluva a massage and when he rolled over for me to massage his chest, he had a raging hard on and I looked like at least 24 CM (like 11 inches), so I massaged his chest and it wasn't long before my hand was rubbing oil over his cock. He got a big smile on his face and had no problem in the world as I went down on him and started to deepthroat him for all it was worth. The best way to deepthroat, for me, is with my cock near his face and so as I was deepthroating him, be began to eat my ass out. Wow. Within 5 minutes he had me on my side and was already in me. Of course, we didn't even talk about condoms. I wanted him bare in me and he wanted to be bare in me. I discovered that I like to first be fucked on my side, it's much more comfortable to get started. And once he was really deep within me and staying deep within, he twisted himself around so that his cock was still deep within me, but his feet were behind my head and his head was behind my legs. And then in one easy motion, with his monster cock still in me, he adjusted me to my back and started doing long strokes. Mind you, this dude is 20 years younger than I. It was awesome. From the first entry into me, his cock never fell out of my hole until after it was long over with. His eyes just kept staring at me as he fucked me, rhythmically, deep, not speeding up, and visibly enjoying my sighs and moans. He then picked up the pace and was grabbing onto my shoulders like it was the last day of his life. His eyes kept staring at me as if he was waiting for a message from me and it dawned on me what to say.... Then he kissed me and I said quietly: "please come in me, please fill me up" and then he pumped about 10 times more, more wildly than anything I have ever seen in a film, and with his final lunge, he groaned like a pro and shot a massive load of sperm deep within me. I felt his cock spasming within my hole and counted the number of spasms/cumshots: 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11... His cock shot eleven times deep within my willing ass and when he was done, he almost passed out over me. I have never seen such a look of total satisfaction as I saw in his eyes once he had bred me but good. It was a deep-breeding extraordinaire. I could literally feel the warmth of his sperm as it oozed through my insides. Wow. I bet that he stayed in me for at least 5 minutes afterwards and then we were done. We talked a little bit about it afterward and he admitted to me that he had wanted to fuck my daddy ass for a long, long time but had no idea I was 1/2 queer. And then, when he was fucking me, he told me it was the hottest, tightest hole he had ever experienced and he was having to hold back with all his might to keep from coming in me immediately. Jesus, he even started thinking about his tax returns in order to keep from coming! That got a big laugh from me, but was also probably the coolest sexual compliment I have ever received in my life. I don't have a big cock, but I am a good fucker and an outstanding deepthroater. I just had no idea that my ass is that good nor did I have any idea that I could take 11 or more inches without freaking out. So when I calmly asked him to flood my guts, the whole situation just sent him way over the top. And feeling his cum enter me was one of the most relaxing moments of my life. I don't know if I'm really a bottom or not, but this experience goes up there on my top-3 list of sexual experiences that were way "up on the mountaintop" for me. He also admitted that he had never come that much inside a woman. Yeah, he likes pussy and still fucks pussy, but my ass now has a special place in his memory. He be visiting me again next month and I am pretty sure he will want to breed me like crazy.

So totaly agree with barehole4use, A cock is a cock and if you are a cumdump your hole is for all to use no exceptions!

Just do it, i do it for years & got no regrets, love being a hole to dump loads into & when you're as sleazy as fuck & will let just about anyone dump a load inside you it only gets hotter because then you have no reservations about who is pumping you full of cum. old, young, ugly, twink, troll. homeless who cares cock is cock at the end of the day. Just see it as you're providing a public service to all the horny fuckers out there. I never go home until i feel fully used & filled up with stranger's loads.

Hey boys. I'm kinda new to bug chasing, but I desperately want to catch any and all std's possible, especially AIDS. I live uptown Manhattan and am willing to travel if there are any gifters on here willing to convert my neg hole

Well, yeah, it does "sound bad" to me that you think it's funny to purposefully violate another persons trust. It sounds like an invitation for rejection.

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i'm toxic and I meet loads of men who want to feel how it is, I have some that begged me to pull out, i have others who kept going until i shot a 2nd load. It is remarkable how many men want it and to be honest I'm ok with giving it to them. They all know that my loads are very potent and most of them embrace it. 6 of them tested poz after couple of weeks and all thanked me for the wonderful adventure.

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

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

I'm not great at story telling but will try to share one that was really hot for me anyway. I was cruising around one evening around 6 at some old baseball fields that were not used much anymore, there are 2 restrooms located between the fields. it was pretty deserted place, and saw only a few trucks around and nobody in them. I walked in the first restroom, old block style, and looked for signs of cruising and graffiti and; not much going on, so decided to walk to the other restrooms further inward to the back. I cut across the field and darted towards the other mensrooms, All the while not even noticing 2 latin guys that were apparently there doing irrigation or field maintenance, in their white truck, i couldn't see before because of the sun glare. It was a moment that stood still, because i was about to hit another restroom and saw them at the same time looking . I froze for a second and went on in, wondering wtf now, got caught cruising... Horny and shook up at the same time, it seemed like forever, decided to hold still at the urinals and wait to see if i was gonna get beat up or nothing at all. Sure enough heard footsteps coming and thought both were coming to beat the shit out of me, but it was only one guy. He goes up to the other urinal with a block divider between us, so could see too much and stands there no pissing, i blurted out hello and not sure if i even said the word i was so nervous. To the short: first latin dude starts stroking it out!!! Looked to be in his 30's, nice looking hairy and i'm saying want it sucked! He didn't even nod before i was on my knees sucking that musky uncut cock. It was incredible, finally lucked out for once, slurping up that cock and balls until he blew down my throat in the middle of the restroom! He blows, and I'm hoping the other guy comes in that was keeping watch i guess.... If it was gonna happen again, i wanted to get fucked by this dude. I stripped down waiting leaned over ass out. So the 2nd guy doesn't speak much either but motions for just a suck, and i was like oh well, better than nothing, so i sucked extra hard and long on that dude! I then after a few mins got up bent over and then he was more than willing to shove that rock hard dick in my ass! Took his pounding and moans until he blasted a hot load in my ass! He zipped up and left really quick, but it was so hot! I laid there a minute with a load in my throat and one in my ass! In shock but ready to blow! Anyway, over said but was so hot!

I just wonder when the bb studios will realize that we want real breeding videos and no pulling out. Somehow they still haven't understood that.

Part 4 My whore just lay there on the dirty matress barely moving after his brutal poz fuck. I sat there looking at him while I smoked a cig. "Roll over and show me your cunt!" I ordered. Cory immediately did as told, grabbing his ankles, spreading his legs apart, showing us his red, oozing, fuckhole. We just laughed at the slut. "He minds well." commented Andre. "Yea," I said, "he already knows there's no use in disobeying me." Standing up, I spit on his face, followed by the other two men. "You wanna sell him today man?" Asked Andre. I know a few guys who would pay for some nice teen pussy." "Hell yea I do! No since wasting time. But I wanna film it. They can wear masks, but I wanna get his whole birthday on film to sell. Any poz guys?" "Yea, a couple. How much you selling him for?" "Since he's fresh, even though his pussy is already sloppy, we'll go with $50, but they can be as brutal as they want." "Aight, I'll get the word out now, shouldn't take long." And it didn't. His first official john showed up within an hour. I made sure Cory got another big slam before I turned the guy loose on him. I had the camera set up to catch the action so I wouldn't be in the room to impede the festivities. We just handed the guy a ski mask and let him in the bedroom. We sat in the living room, smoking a fresh pipe. Soon we heard Cory getting beat, his screams making my own cock stir in my jeans. Not too long later the guy came out of the room, handed me $50 bucks and left. I could hear Cory sobbing into the matress. "That's some fucked up shit man." laughed Andre. "Yea I know, but it's hot." I replied. The scene repeated itself many times over the next few hours. The fourth guy used his belt to blister my whore's ass real good. We could hear every time the leather was laid into him, followed by a loud scream from my son. After each john left I would inspect my property to make sure he wasn't seriously injured. But other than welts and bruises, he was alright. By the end of the night, I had $700 bucks in my hand. I gave $300 to Andre, since he was basically acting as a pimp that day. So I figured $400 for sitting on my ass and smoking was pretty good. We went into the bedroom where Cory just lay face down on the matress. His body covered in the marks of his abuse. His ass had severe welts on it, as did other parts of his body. Bruises covered his arms and legs, his face a dark red from repeated slappings, and the beginning of a black eye. He looked like a real roughed up prison bitch. But we weren't finished with him yet. We stripped off our clothes, my cock rock hard looking down at my fucked up son. I laid down on the matress and grabbed Cory, pulling his body on top of mine. With no effort, I rammed my cock up his cunt, it was so loose and wet. He just moaned as I entered him. Andre moved in on top of his back, and lined his cock up to Cory's hole, and forced it in next to mine. Cory just threw his head back and squealed at this new intrusion on his already ripped and sore hole. Andre just powered in, burying himself to the hilt, then started power fucking my son. I just laid there and let him do the work. "You like that boy?" I spoke into Cory's ear. "Tell me son. Tell me you love it. Tell me you are Daddy's whore. Thank me for your birthday presents." "Thank you Daddy," Cory panted, his mind and body too fucked up to resist anything. "Thank you for my birthday. I love you Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." He just repeated that over and over. I knew I totally owned him. Andre must have fucked him for 20 minutes before he blasted another load in my son. As soon as he pulled out, Jamal took his place. Cory's hole offered no resistance, accepting the log right up his trashed out hole. Cory just moaned and begged to be fucked more. I grabbed his head and planted my lips on his neck, sucking as hard as I could. Soon I left a dark red mark, and moved to a new spot. I bit down, breaking the skin and tasted blood. This sent me over the edge and I started fucking his pussy hard with Jamal. Soon we were both dumping two more loads in my sons wrecked mancunt. 22. That's at least how many loads my whore took that day. Watching later what I had taped was so hot, watching anonymous men beat and fuck my son, I couldn't wait to get it edited and online for sale. I knew plenty of sick fucks would pay well for it.

Six months ago I would have freaked out if I knew a poz dude was even close to me. Now I'm poz, and want more poz cum. In fact I'm looking to get toxic as fuck. I understand how the dude in this story feels. I can never get enough for myself and for sharing.

Part 3 I parked just down the street from my dealers brick apartment building in a sketchy neighborhood and followed my son as we walked to the front door. A telltale wet spot showed in the ass of his skinny jeans as my cum continued to leak out of his pussy. I smiled to myself thinking how much more he'd be getting soon. We climbed the stairs to the third floor and down a dark hallway that smelled of stale piss. I could hear a couple arguing in Spanish, followed by what sounded like a beating. We just continued to apt 3G and I knocked on the door. In a minute the door opened and a huge black man answered, his frame filling the entire entrance. He just looked my son up and down, licking his lips, and moved aside letting us enter. I pushed my new whore over to the couch and told him to sit, going into the bedroom. Sitting on a chair next to a small table sat my dude, Andre, weighing out bags of crank. "Sup man?" he asked. "Got my new whore out there waiting," I replied. "We still good for the deal?" "Fuck yea man." He grinned at me. "Haven't had fresh white boy in a while." He handed me two eight balls and I stuffed them in my jeans. He stood and we went to the other room. Looking at my son sitting there he said "Damn! You sure he's 18? Looks like he's 15!" "Swear to God! He's 18 today. He's ready for his "gifts". He's a little spun already, but I want him fucked up and fucked hard!" My Son looked up with fear in his eyes as I said this. "What's your name boy?" He asked. "Cory." he replied meekly. "Cory, rhymes with whorey," Andre laughed. "Which is what your Daddy says you are now." "Yes Sir." he replied. "All right Whorey, lets get started." Andre turned up the stereo while his gigantic body guard grabbed my son off the couch and carried him into the bedroom, throwing him down on the dirty, stained matress on the floor. They each placed ski masks over their faces as I grabbed my camera and started filming. Andres bodyguard, Jamal, held my son down while Andre tied off his arm, swabbed him, and stuck the point in, quickly injecting him with a .5 slam. Releasing the band, Cory threw his head back and started coughing. Before he had even finished, they had ripped his clothes off him and had his legs over Andre's shoulders with his hard cock lined up at his hole. Andre's cock was about 10 inches with a fat P.A. on the end. Spitting on his cock, he rammed it into my sons pussy, ripping him open even more. Cory wailed at the pain while Andre buried himself all the way in. "Oh fuck that's some tight, wet, white boy pussy!" Andre yelled. "Oh fuck were going to wreck you bitch!" Tears streamed out of Cory's eyes as Jamal held him in a headlock and Andre pummeled his hole. "Fuck yea! Look at that red oozing out. Were gonna rape you good you little whore! Gonna make you beg for more! Fuck yea! You're gonna beg for us to breed you with our toxic cum!" That was my sons birthday present, to get fuckin knocked up. I wanted my whore to take any cock he was sold to without question. I knew these two would get the job done. Andre just kept up the hard fuck on my son and Cory eventually stopped crying. Soon he was moaning and begging for more. Andre gave him all he had while Cory's eyes rolled back in his head and gibberish spewed from his mouth. After 20 minutes Andre was ready to flood the cunt with his dirty seed. "Tell me you want it whore!" He demanded. Tell me you want me to breed you. You want my dirty poz load!" "Please," Cory begged. "Please give it to me! Please!" He gasped. "Give me your poz cum!" That sent Andre over the edge and he filled my son with his dirty load, pumping him so full it seeped out and down his balls. He pulled out and they quickly flipped him over on his stomach. Without missing a beat, Jamal got on top of my son and lined his even larger cock up to Cory's hole. That fucker had to be at least 12 inches, and also had a large P.A. "Tell me what I want to hear bitch!" Jamal bellowed. "Fuck me!" was all he had to say. Jamal rammed his monster right into my sons hole, not pausing, not caring about the further tearing of Cory's cunt. He buried himself to the hilt as Andre held a bottle of poppers under Cory's nose. Cory took several large hits, then just went kind of limp. Jamal pulled all the way out, then slammed himself back in balls deep. Grabbing Cory's black hair he yanked the boys head back as he raped his hole. Andre shoved his cum and blood covered cock down Cory's throat and fucked the boys throat, choking him. Cory just flailed and bucked as the two big, black cocks took control of his body, using it for their pleasure alone, not caring of any discomfort they were causing. After at least 30 minutes of non stop spit roasting, Jamal buried himself deep in my son and filled his brutalized guts with his load of toxic cum. Pulling out, Andre shoved his cock in Cory's cunt and pumped a third load into my son. When he pulled out I got a close up of Cory's wrecked hole, stretched open and puffy, his rosebud oozing pink cum. The men cleaned themselves off in his mouth and everyone just kind of collapsed. "Happy birthday son." I whispered in Cory's ear. "Welcome to your new life."

Part 2 My Son layed there on the dirty couch, breathing deep, in shock from his daddy raping his little cunt, piss and cum leaking out and down his balls. "Get in the bathroom and drain yourself!" I commanded, kicking him off the couch. He scrambled off the couch and down the tall to the toilet, wiping off his tear stained cheeks. "AND NO CRYING! Jesus Christ, I'm not going to tolerate your sissy emo shit!" I hollard after him. "And hurry your ass back in here! Daddy's not through busting your pussy yet!" He moved quickly from the bathroom back to the couch and sat down, cowering a bit. It was good he was afraid of me. It would be easier to control him. I handed him a fresh pipe and lit it, watching him inhale the thick white smoke. This time I hit it as well, passing it back and forth between us. When it was gone, I took the baggie and put some crytals on the back of my hand and snorted them, enjoying the burn in the back of my throat. Standing up to turn on the camera, I pushed him back on the couch. "Show me your pussy boy!" I instructed my new whore. He obediently grabbed his ankles, showing me the still red and oozing hole. I enjoyed seeing my son spreading for daddy. Taking the baggie I licked my fingers and stuck it in, coating it with powder, and rammed my fingers in his red gash. He moaned as his hole started to burn, the need to be fucked taking over his being. I finger fucked him, making sure to rub his anal ring, grinding the crystals into his tissue. His hole started sucking my finger as he started to spin more. I moved between his thighs, throwing his ankles over my shoulders. Looking down, I stared into eyes that looked just like mine and said, "Tell daddy what you want. Tell daddy you want his cock in your pussy. Beg me to fuck you." "Please daddy," he panted, breathing shallow, "please fuck me. Please give me your cock." I rammed my cock into his cunt while I slapped his face hard, eliciting a loud wail from him. "Take it bitch! Take Daddy's fuck!" I yelled while I slapped him over and over. Fresh tears streamed down his face as I beat him. His pain only turned me on more. I grabbed his ankles and pushed all my weight down on him, burying my cock as deep as I could. Fresh redness covered my cock as I plunged it in and out of his gripping hole. That too just spurred me on more, and I rode him as hard as I could while I spit on his face. " Tell me son!" I demanded, "Tell me what you want! Tell me what you are! Tell me who owns your cunt!" "You do Daddy!" He blurted out. "I do what?" "You own my cunt Daddy! Oh God! Fuck me Daddy! FUCK ME!" "What are you son?" "I'm your whore, Daddy." "Louder!" "I'm Your Whore Daddy!" "LOUDER!" I demanded, slapping him and spitting in his face. "I'M YOUR WHORE DADDY! I'M YOUR WHORE! Oh God, FUCK ME!!!" Fuck him I did! Mercilessly for at least 30 minutes, never letting up, pounding his boycunt as hard as I could. Finally I blew a second load in his cunt bellowing "Take it whore! Take your Daddy's cum again! This is what you were made for! To take real mens seed deep in you!" I collapsed on him, our sweating bodies breathing deep and hard. I lay there on top of him, my mind spinning, knowing I had claimed him as my property. I pulled out my son and stood up, spitting on him one last time. "Go get in the shower slut. We have to go see my dealer and your going to earn me some more T." I watched him stumble down the hallway, cum and blood running down his thighs. I just laughed knowing what he was in for shortly.

If I am on a regular date or in a relationship then yeah cuddling is ay okay by me If i am being a guy's whore and hes all degrading me and dumps his load in me..then asks to cuddle..I dunno that would be a little weird I rather the guy using my ass not be all nice to me or even know my name for that matter haha

hot story, so introduces poz so I would like

3. The Cake Night had fallen again and Austin and I lay in my bed spooning, his cock having just softened enough to slip from my gaping hole a small dribble of cum following it out. “You sure you’re alright,” Austin said, he had asked me this after each of the three more load he had dumped in my hole. “Yeah, I’m sure.” I was more then sure, I had slipped into a cum lust. It was a sensation, a need, a craving that I had never before experienced. With each load I took my lust grew, and I started to gently grind my ass again Austin’s crotch and he held me. “Jesus,” he said, laughing a little, “You can still be horny.” “Well,” I replied sheepishly. Taking one of his hands and leading it down to my still rock hard cock. I had cum several times as he fucked me but that wasn’t enough, it no longer was about me shooting loads but rather me taking them. “Nine loads of POZ cum and you still want more, you’re more of a cumslut then I am.” He laughed. I turned my head awkwardly to kiss him, and I felt his cock beginning to harden again, pressing against my ass cheeks. “I’ve got an idea,” Austin said, breaking out kiss and rolling out of the bed, “stay there, and don’t let any more of that cum drip out of your hole.” He padded out of the room completely naked his half hard cock swinging in a wide arch as he walked. I rolled over onto my stomach and waited. I head Austin wandering around the rest of the apartment, and then a few minutes later he came back into my room, his cell phone in hand. He got back in bed, put his phone on the nightstand and looked at me with a crooked smile. “How about you start sucking my cock again, slut,” he said playfully, “get in nice and hard before I stuff it back in your sloppy cunt.” Austin lay flat stretched out on the bed, and I shifted down so I was on all fours between his legs my face level with his steadily swelling cock. I took the growing meat in my mouth and started to suck, swallowing its full length while that was still manageable. I could feel my jaw stretching as his cock grew in my mouth forcing my lips wider and wider. As I bobbed my head up and down slathering his cock with spit, I heard his phone go off. As I continued to choke myself on his cock he checked the text and sent a quick reply. Another minute or two passed and my jaw was becoming sore stretched around his massive dick, when his phone went off again. Austin again checked his phone, and sent a reply, this time after he put his phone back down he looked at me and said with a wry smile, “Ride my cock.” I quickly jumped into position my legs on either side of his hips, his cock brushing against my ass. I shifted and took hold of his dick in my hand, guiding him to my cum-lubed hole, and sat down on his now fully erect cock. I sank slowly down on the shaft my hole tender from the obscene amount of cock it had taken in the past sixteen hours. When I had fully impaled myself on his cock I began to rock slowly back and forth lubing up his cock with the many POZ loads that still filled my ass. Austin pulled me to him, pressing my chest hard against his, kissing me roughly on the mouth. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place as he kissed me. I heard something behind me, out in the rest of the apartment but Austin held me fast. I could sense that there was someone else in the room, but still Austin kept a tight grip on me, slowly bucking his cock in my loose and sloppy hole as he tongue fucked my mouth. Then the weight on the bed changed and I knew that there was someone else in the bed with us. The mysterious stranger moved between Austin’s legs and I felt big rough hands on my ass cheeks. My heart was pounding. I considered running, pulling away from Austin, but despite my fears I didn’t want too. Austin understood my cumlust and had said that he had an idea of how to slake it so I would trust him. Just as I had come to that decision I felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock head rubbing up and down my ass crack. This new cock quickly found my already filled hole, and despite Austin’s thick cock already being lodged inside of me, began to press against my straining sphincter. For a long moment it seemed as though the mysterious stranger’s cock would never be able to breach my hole no matter how hard he pressed until all of a sudden my hole gave way. It was like I was being torn in two. My hole, which until the night before had been a tight sphincter, bust open and became a wide sloppy cunt. I pulled my mouth away from Austin and pressed myself up till my arms were locked straight, arching my back, pressing my ass into the two cocks that now filled my hole. I looked over my shoulder now and saw Rick, a wicked smile playing across his strong handsome face. “Austin told me you couldn’t get enough POZ cock after I bred your cunt last night,” he said, “He and I are gonna wreck you good, and then if that’s not enough we’ll take you to the bathhouse, strap you to a sling and let every cock in the place dump a load in you.” My cock twitched, and my hole pulsed around their fat cock. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?” “Yes,” I replied. Rocking my hips a little to fuck myself on their cocks. “You really are a cumslut,” Austin said. “Alright Austin,” Rick said, putting a hand on my back and pressing me forward so I lay flat on top of Austin’s smooth chest again, “let’s wreck this bitch.” Rick pulled out till just his cock head was inside of me, and then slammed back inside. Pushed forward like I was Austin could buck his hips up and down jack hammering my hole. It took them a few moments to find a rhythm but soon they were pounding me in unison, their two cock moving as one inside of my gaping hole. I screamed and moaned, their cocks battering my prostate and they fucked me. Sweat pored off of all three of us and the stench of sex became the only thing I could smell. We must have fucked like that for almost half an hour before Rick said, “You ready Austin?” “Yeah, let's breed his hole.” Together they slammed into me a few more times, Austin stopping a few strokes before Rick slamming balls deep inside of me. Both of their cocks were thrust past my second sphincter as they shot their massive POZ loads deep inside of me. They each fucked my now destroyed hole one more time that night before dressing me in a dirty old jock of Austin’s; a leather harness; and stuffing a butt plug, so large that the day before I would have questioned why any one would every need something that big, in my hole, and whisking me off to the bathhouse. Rick hoisted me into a sling while Austin attached my arms and legs to the restraints. The plug was then removed and my gaping cum filled hole exposed to the small collection of men who had already gathered around me. By the time I got home the next morning my once tight, condom only hole had been transformed into a cum dripping rosebud. I looked at my hole in the mirror in my bedroom before passing out, reveling the way my swollen ass lips puckered. I ran my finger along the rim of my hole remembering the way my hole had looked in the mirror over the sling as I took my first fist that night. I would never be the same prude again. I called into work; slept most of the day and then that night went back to the bathhouse. I never even bothered getting a room; I just got a locker and went straight to the sling. As I looked at myself in the mirror above me I knew that this would be a regular haunt of mine from then on.

PART 6 As Grant’s dick slowly churned the poz cum inside Conrad’s fuckhole, my bro just kept grinning—a less angelic grin than before, almost a little evil—and his eyes radiated the dark intensity of a truly trashed-up chempig. “I’m so proud of you, bro,” I said to him, and he looked at me with that same grin. “This is fuckin’ amazing, bro,” he replied. “Ever since you put that needle in my arm, all I can think is dick. Dick. I need dick. I love dick. Fuck, dude! DICK.” That made everybody laugh. “I’m glad to hear that, boy. Slamming should do that to a bottompig like you.” Conrad growled hungrily, then turned to Grant. “Fuck, Daddy—that felt so good. Your cock, your cum. You fed me exactly what I needed, exactly where I needed it. Poz cum in my raw hole.” Right around that moment—as Grant and Conrad continued their Daddy-bro bonding with filthy pigtalk punctuated by the occasional deep kiss—my phone buzzed. It was a text from Rick, my buddy at the front desk of the bathhouse. If you’re up for another conquest tonight, he wrote, I’ve got a candidate for you. Hot little self-righteous condom-Nazi with a gorgeous furry butt. I replied right away, telling him that Recruit #1 was already a trashy slampig, so I had time to bring another boy to the dark side. Rick texted right back: Fuck yeah! You’ll find him sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi. I want to see his pupils get bigger than fuckin quarters. And then I want to destroy his slammed-up hole. (This is why I love playing with Rick: for him, innocence is only acceptable if it’s up for immediate destruction.) I didn’t want to miss this boy at the Jacuzzi, so I grabbed Jason—Grant’s furry pigboy—and asked him to give me a hand. Then I pulled Conrad down from the sling and said it was time to rinse off. I assured Daddy Grant that his boys would return soon, then ushered Conrad and Jason out the door with their towels draped over their shoulders. As the three of us walked past a steady stream of half-naked men—many of them leering at us, some reaching out to brush their hands against Conrad’s boyish skin—I explained how the two of them could help me nail my newest victim. When we arrived at our destination, the three of us parted ways: I went to the Jacuzzi, and Jason and Conrad went into the group shower. (At this particular bathhouse, anyone sitting in the Jacuzzi can ogle the dudes in the shower—the two areas are only a few feet apart.) As for Rick’s boy, I caught sight of him immediately. He was maybe in his mid-20s, short and compact, with a perfect dusting of fur across his muscular little chest. A little bit of scruff. Rugby players’ legs. A nice piece of uncut meat between his legs. And that face—the kind of angelic face that demands to be stuffed full of cock. As I slowly walked down the hot tub stairs and submerged myself in the water, I made sure that my cock stayed above the surface long enough for my new target to see it. He saw it, alright—and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stared back. And as I sat down on the ledge across from him, I cocked my head to indicate he should sit with me. He didn’t hesitate for a second. As he walked my way, I got a clearer look at his ridiculously defined six-pack, not to mention his rapidly-growing cock. Best of all, when he spun around to sit down on the ledge next to me, I got a quick peek at his ass. Rick wasn’t kidding—this boy had the kind of butt that gangfucks were made for. We started with a little small talk. His name was Dylan. He was a grad student, and he’d been in the area for about six months. But just as I began to turn the conversation in a more filthy direction, everyone in the Jacuzzi started pointing to the showers—and once we looked, we couldn’t stop staring, because Jason and Conrad were putting on quite a show. This was all part of my plan, of course. I’d instructed Jason and Conrad to walk into the shower area as if they didn’t know each other. I’d told them to choose adjacent showers. I directed Conrad to begin soaping up his hot young jockbutt, and I told Jason to respond by jacking his stiffening cock. By the time Dylan and I started watching, Jason was already fingering Conrad’s hole and asking him to squeeze out a little cum from his last breeding. We watched as a thick stream of white jizz came streaming out of Conrad’s butt, which earned an audible grunt of appreciation from the cumpigs in the hot tub. By the time Jason pushed Conrad against the railing of the Jacuzzi and started pounding him raw, I was rubbing my finger across the surface of Dylan’s tight little furry fuckhole, earning a little moan in the process. His cock was rock-hard as he openly gaped at the bareback fuckshow in front of us. “Pretty hot, huh?” I said, continuing to run my finger across the entrance to his hole. “Fuck yeah—it’s definitely hot. But not for me, man—I play safe, you know?” “Oh, that’s cool—so do I.” He turned to me and gave me an appreciative smile. Then I leaned over and whispered in his ear: “And I have rubbers in my room. So when can I fuck you?” He didn’t answer, but simply stood up and walked to get his towel, the muscles in his butt flexing with every step. He glanced back and gestured for me to join. Following close behind, I watched him clamber out of the Jacuzzi, his leg swinging up to the edge as he climbed out the side of the pool—a maneuver that briefly exposed his fuckhole. One way or another, I said to myself, consensual or not, this boy’s butt is taking my raw dick tonight. Just then, the fuck between Jason and Conrad was reaching its noisy climax. Jason was asking my lil’ bro all sorts of questions: do you like being a fuckin’ bareback slut at the bathhouse? Do you like giving up your wrecked pighole to total strangers? Are you gonna take loads in your slopped-up hole all fucking night? Conrad didn't answer, exactly, beyond a half-coherent litany of nasty pigspeak, his slammed-up brain unable to perform basic processes while that big raw dick was pounding his hole. He just kept saying things like fuck, fuck, fuck, breed it fucker, fuckin’ A, fuckin’ use this hole, use my hungry cunt. Knock it up. Please, please knock it up. Fuck! Goddammit, you hot pig motherfucker… Then I heard Jason start to breathe heavily as his dick slapped faster and faster against that cum-flooded hole. Then came a few more questions: You want my fuckin’ load in your slopped-up hole, huh? You hungry for my cum? You wanna get fuckin’ pregnant, dude? Yes, shouted Conrad, nearly delirious with hunger. Fuckin’ yes. Fuckin’ breed me. Please. Please, please breed me. I’m so fuckin’ hungry for that seed. Ohmigod—ohmigod—I feel it—I feel it—fuck yeah! Gimme your load, dude. Thank you. Oh, fuck! Thank you. Thank you. Ohmigod—FUCKER! Everyone in the hot tub could see Jason’s whole body shake as he unleashed his poz cum inside my lil’ bro, Conrad grinning like a little kid as he milked that dick clean with his hungry jockbutt. When Dylan and I turned to leave, I caught a quick glimpse of Jason’s softening cock, coated with fresh seed, pulling out of Conrad’s hole, only to be replaced right away by some random dude’s veiny, precum-dripping Daddy dick. My lil’ bro let out a guttural moan of approval as the new cock invaded his ass—and the whole time I just kept brushing my fingers against Dylan’s twitching, furry muscle hole. First, we took a brief detour to the front desk. I told Dylan that I needed an extra towel, but I actually needed to give Rick a signal that a new corruption project was underway. As I picked up the towel, I gave Rick a little wink, and he replied by mouthing the word “Oink.” As Dylan and I walked away, I looked back at the front desk and held up both hands, mouthing “10 minutes.” Rick answered with a thumbs-up while flashing an evil-pig grin. Back in the room, Dylan climbed up on the bed, got on all fours, and immediately began sucking my dick. Bobbing up and down on my poz shaft, he instinctively arched his back and aimed his hole at the ceiling. I fixed my sights on that quivering cunt, imagining just how incredible this negboy’s fuckhole would feel against the skin of my poz cock. I leaned down to kiss Dylan. It was important to make a good connection with this kid, to gain his trust. I’ve found that a good makeout session can help establish that kind of instant connection, especially if the boy is affectionate and eager for someone to take care of him. That was Dylan, all right—I could tell he was a sweet one. I wreck boys like him all the time: nice kids who somehow fall under the spell of a guy like me, a guy who lives to see virgin boyhole oozing thick white sperm, preferably streaked with ribbons of pink and red. Cum and blood: the keys to initiation and brotherhood. Dylan kissed me hungrily while I kept toying with his fuckhole. “Just curious, boy,” I whispered in his ear. “Do you like to get tied up?” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Just as long as you don’t make the knots too tight. I kinda just want the illusion that I’m tied up, you know? I need to be able to escape if necessary.” “Oh, of course,” I replied, reaching into my bag to grab a handful of rope. I looped a few coils around his wrists, then made a loose knot on the bedposts so that he wouldn’t feel trapped. “That OK, boy?” He nodded with a big grin. I leaned down to kiss him again, and his body trembled with hunger and excitement. “I can’t wait to feel my cock slide inside you, Dylan. You’re such a sexy little fucker.” He responded with a happy murmur as I reached into my bag. OK, that’s enough affection for now, I thought to myself. It’s time for things to take a nasty turn. First, I grabbed a piece of piss-stained fabric and shoved it in his mouth. Then I reached up to the knots on the bedposts, and with a simple tug I tightened them so that Dylan couldn’t move his arms. His eyes grew wide, and he attempted to use his legs as leverage, but it was no use—I’d already pinned his thighs with my knees. “Sorry, kid,” I said. “When I tie a boy up, he’s fuckin’ pinned until I say otherwise. For real. No escaping, understand? Tonight you’re mine.” As Dylan attempted to scream through the fabric, I heard a knock at the door, followed by a key entering the doorknob. I looked back to see Rick come in with our buddy Santiago, another staff member. (Santiago, you see, is the kind of ruthless Latino top who just isn’t happy until he sees blood on his dick.) “Excuse me, guys, but we heard sounds of a struggle in here,” Rick said to me, doing his best to sound genuinely concerned. “We just wanted to make sure everything’s alright.” Dylan tried screaming again, but I muffled him even more by placing my hand over his mouth. “Everything's fine," I assured him. "I do have one small problem, though: I need some help getting this boy under control. See those ropes on the bedside table?” Rick nodded and grabbed the ropes. Dylan, meanwhile, was trembling with fear—and that’s a major turn-on for me. When I see a boy get scared because he’s no longer in control, my cock twitches and I start drooling precum. I mean, look: there’s nothing hotter to me than watching a boy break. I love breaking ‘em down until they finally surrender and start begging for the raw dick they’ve always wanted. As Dylan kept trembling and whimpering, Rick and Santiago each grabbed a leg, bent him in half to expose his fuckhole, then secured his ankles to the bedposts. He struggled from time to time, and his head kept shaking back and forth in silent protest. But these protests were feeble—he knew he was fucked. I turned to Rick. “In the nightstand, you’ll find a needleless syringe. It’s all ready to go. A nice big fat dose.” He handed it over to me, and I inserted the plastic tip into Dylan’s hole as he gave me a pained, pleading look. “Don’t worry, boy. This is just some very, very special lube.” Then I pushed the plunger in, releasing the drugs into his fuckhole and bringing Dylan one step closer to the world of chemsex. With the chems quickly finding their way into Dylan’s system, I reached into my bag to grab one of my specially prepared condoms. (The preparation is pretty simple: I slice off the reservoir at the tip, so it only takes a few deep thrusts before my mushroom head bursts through the weak end of the rubber.) I held up the condom for Dylan to see, and relief flashed across his face. We were being safe after all! Then I rolled it onto my dick—making sure my boy didn’t catch sight of the hole at the tip—before pouring some lube on my shaft. Finally, with a slow thrust, I began sinking my poz dick and its useless rubber into this helpless negboy fuckhole. His cunt was warm and hungry from that giant booty bump, and I had no problem going balls-deep on the first push. I pulled back a few inches, then buried my dick all the way once more—at which point I felt my cockhead burst through the rubber, and my precum-covered cock got its first exposure to the warmth and wetness of Dylan’s unprotected fuckhole. A moment later, I pulled back out. The broken rubber now covered about two-thirds of my cock, and a string of precum connected the tip of my dick to the warm hunger of Dylan’s hole. “Sorry, dude,” I said to him, “Looks like the condom broke.” Fear entered his eyes again, and he tried to say something through the fabric stuffed in his mouth. “Dylan, I can’t hear what you’re saying. Don’t worry, though—I’ll ask somebody else. Hey, Rick? Look at this rubber. What should I do?” Rick shrugged. “Take off the rubber. Fuck his hole raw.” “Fuck yeah,” said Santiago. “Just breed that fuckin’ uptight faggot.” I looked back at our boy. “So tell me, boy: Should the three of us just bareback that sweet fuckhole of yours?” Dylan was screaming again, shaking his head back and forth, trying his best to fight his restraints. “Sorry, buddy—I really can’t hear what you’re saying. I guess we’re just gonna go with the majority, OK? Which means I’m gonna pound my cum deep inside you.” And with that, I ripped off the rubber and shoved my raw dick into Dylan’s partied-up butt. I leaned into him, looking directly into his eyes as I began to pump in and out of him with long strokes. He was starting to cry, but that just made my dick harder. “Don’t cry, buddy,” I said to him. “We’re only gonna fill your butt with three raw loads, that's all. You love bareback sex, don’t you?” “Well, at least part of him does,” Rick said, pointing to Dylan’s cock. It was rock-fucking-hard. “Your dick’s pretty hard, Dylan,” I said to him. “I guess some people might call this a rape. But what do you call it when you're raping a cunt that secret loves it?” I noticed that Rick and Santiago were starting to get naked, quietly unveiling the biohazard tats on their chests. And as I expected, Dylan saw the tattoos almost immediately, his eyes going wild with distress as he tried to yell through the muzzle. “I think he kinda likes the biohazard symbol,” said Santiago. "That makes two of us, Dylan," said Rick. "I'm glad to see you're so open-minded about taking our poz cocks bareback, even though we're not on meds." Either Dylan was exhausted or losing his voice, because he hardly made a whimper when he heard that. He just closed his eyes and quietly took my dick. A few moments later, as my pace quickened and my balls tightened, I leaned closer to Dylan. “I’m about to blow a fuckin’ load, boy. Where do you want it?” Now he was crying in earnest, still shaking his head back and forth, still making the occasional whimper. I turned to Rick. “I’m not sure, but I think he said he wants my cum in his hole.” “Yeah, that’s what I heard. Knock him up.” And then Santiago chimed in: “Fuck yeah, dude. Poz that sweet little butt.” At that, I felt Dylan’s hole clench. “His hole just squeezed around my cock. I think that means he’s consenting.” “Fuck yeah it does. Go for it,” Rick said. “Get this boy fuckin’ pregnant. Rape him full of the bug.” I turned back to Dylan. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? My unmedicated poz cum seeping into your bloodstream?” Dylan just closed his eyes and tried to say something. “I really wish I knew what you were telling me, boy. You must be begging for my toxic load in your sweet little hole. You wanna get loaded up, boy? I certainly hope so, ‘cuz I’m breeding you—I’m fuckin’ breeding you, bitch. Hear that, fag? Yeah? You like it? You hungry for some poz seed? That’s what I thought you said. YOU LOVE IT. Well, open wide, faggot, ‘cuz I’m pozzing your sweet neg hole right…fucking…now.” And just like that, I force-bred Dylan with a giant load of my poz cum. He was clearly in shock as I pulled my cock out of his hole—eyes glazed over, mouth wide open. Rick climbed onto the bed and immediately thrust his poz dick into our freshly bred boy, laughing when he saw the near-catatonic expression on Dylan’s face. “I think this kid is speechless with gratitude,” he said, slowly working his cock in and out of our new cumpig. “So let’s make him more grateful. Don’t we have a little something to brighten his day?” “Of course we do,” I replied, taking a few prepared rigs out of my bag. Then I leaned closer to Dylan. “Listen, boy: You want to take our raw dicks, don’t you? Well, this will make it easier for you to be our poz cumdump. But if we’re going to do this, I need you to sit very, very still, OK? Because otherwise you’ll just hurt yourself. Do you understand? That means no struggling, boy. Got it?” As I was saying that, Rick placed a blindfold over Dylan’s eyes, then a tourniquet on his arm, all while keeping his cock lodged deep in the boy’s hole. Then he spoke to Dylan. “We need you to nod for us, boy. Let us know that you understand. You need to be still. Perfectly still. Got it?” A pause, followed by a slow nod from Dylan. “Good boy,” I said. “Now, you’re going to feel a little pinprick in your arm. Again, do not move your arm. Just keep your arm still.” During this little speech, I was busy inserting Dylan’s rig in my arm, capturing some of my blood in the chamber. Then I lined up that same syringe with a vein in Dylan's forearm. “Such a good boy,” I assured him. “OK, here’s the pinch. Stay still.” I inserted the dirty needle in his vein, then pulled it back to mix his blood with mine. “You’re being very good, boy. Just stay like you are.” It only took a few more seconds to push the contents of that fat rig—including a fresh infusion of my poz blood—into the boy’s bloodstream, remove the needle, and release the tourniquet. There was a sharp intake of breath from Dylan. Then Rick moaned. “Dude,” he said. “I love fucking a boy’s hole when he gets slammed up, because his butt gets about 10 degrees warmer as soon as you administer that hit.” As Dylan began a violent coughing fit, Rick’s eyes rolled back and he groaned. “Fuckin’ A. His cunt is convulsing with every cough. I’m not gonna last long inside this boy.” As for Dylan, after a few moments of near-panic, he began to relax. His head tilted back, his mouth opened up. He let out a deep moan. As soon as Rick heard that sound emerge from Dylan, he started working the boy's hole—and with every thrust inside that furry slammed-up cunt, moan sounded a little more like a hungry growl. I leaned closer to Dylan. “OK, slampig. How do you feel about raw cock now?” He paused, then slowly shook his head a few times, just like before. Then another pause. And as Rick’s cock plunged its full length into his hungry butt, Dylan started slowly nodding. “Wait—is that a yes, boy? Are you trying to tell me that you want raw dick?” He nodded again, more vigorously this time. “Is that slam making you hungry, boy? Hungry to get pounded and bred and pozzed?” This time, the nod was almost violent. I could even hear him yelling “Yes” through the fabric. “OK, boy,” I continued, “If we let you speak again, are you going to accept what we’re giving you? Are you going to be a grateful and obedient fuckhole?” Another nod. “Well, here’s your test. When I take this fabric out of your mouth, the first thing I want to hear is ‘Please knock me up.’ Got it?” A nod. “Good boy. Now do it.” I started to remove the makeshift muzzle, and I could hear him saying the phrase through the muffled fabric already. Over and over he said it—“please knock me up,” “please knock me up.” In fact, for those first 30 minutes of speaking, with that giant slam still rushing through his bloodstream, “please knock me up” appeared to be the only thing he knew how to say. And that was just fine, because getting knocked up was the only thing he really needed to do that night. I laid down next to him and whispered in his ear. “So tell me the truth: you’ve always wanted to be a cumpig. Isn’t that right, boy?” “Yes,” he replied. “I wanted cum so bad. Raw dick. Uninhibited fucking. I’ve been so scared, but I’m not scared anymore.” “Good boy. You shouldn’t be scared. You should be proud. Proud to take raw dick, proud to be a true bottom—a bottom who surrenders everything to his top—and above all, proud to be free from the fear of getting pozzed. You remember those dudes fucking in the shower?” "Yeah. That was fuckin' hot." "Well, those are my friends. I set that whole thing up. I asked them to do that in front of you, because I knew it would activate your inner cumpig. I knew it would get you thinking about raw cock, about anonymous dick, about embracing the needs of that hungry fuckin' cunt of yours." I took off Dylan’s blindfold. His pupils were enormous, but his eyes shone with an odd combination of happiness and hunger. “Thank you,” he said to me. “Thank you for giving me what I needed, even before I knew that I needed it.” We fell into a deep kiss just as Rick’s body shuddered violently, his dick delivering pulse after pulse of poz cum inside this slammed-up boy’s hungry hole. Dylan let out another groan, whispered "Thank you so much, you fuckin' stud," and went back to making out with me. Finally I sat up, looking him deep in those jet-black pupils. “One more question, boy. After the three of us breed you, what are you gonna do?” He shot me a devilish little grin. “You mean…other than hunting for more loads?” “Good answer,” I said with a laugh. “And if you think you’re hungry now, you have no idea what’s coming. Because it won’t be long before we’ll slide another needle in your arm to get you even nastier and trashier, you twisted fuckin’ pig.” With that, Rick waved his cock over Dylan’s face, all slicked up with a heavy coating of fresh cum. And without saying another word—like any good pair of pigs—Dylan and I helped each other lick that poz dick clean. MORE TO COME…

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…

PART 4 “Wait a second,” Jason said, growing suddenly serious. “Before we get this kid slammed up and pozzed deep, there are a few things we need to address.” “Yeah, bud? What’s that?” He looked down at my gym shorts. “First of all, dude, I really need you to unleash that cock. You’re about to tear through the fabric. And let’s see that hairy chest, too—get fuckin’ naked for me.” I looked down to see the outline of my dick hanging down my left thigh, straining against the shorts and leaving a visible wet spot as it drooled toxic precum. I gave Jason a cocky little smirk, then peeled off my tank top, running my hand down my stomach to pull the elastic of my shorts down past my cock and onto the floor. “Now what?” Jason wasn’t looking at my face anymore. He was transfixed by the sight of my dick, still slick with infected seed. “Well, second of all,” he said—and here I caught a demonic glint in his pitch-black pupils—“before we go to the sling room, I need to take a giant leak. Could you direct me to the nearest urinal?” Without another word, I took Conrad by the arm and laid the kid on his back. “Spread your hole, faggot,” I said, taking a moment to look into his eyes with deep affection and brotherly pride. Conrad gave me a blissed-out, boyish grin. Then he reached down to his little jockbutt, pulling it back to reveal the hole I’d seduced with Tina, penetrated raw, and pounded full of poz cum. “That’s good, bro. Fuckin’ beautiful. A little wider, please.” He dug his fingers in deeper and pulled his little cumhole wide enough that a small cascade of my poz offspring dripped onto the bedsheet. “So listen now,” I continued, “Jason and I are gonna show you something new, OK?” Conrad nodded, so incredibly eager to please—no questions asked. A true chemwhore. His eyes locked on mine again, and I gave him an almost imperceptible nod, as if to say: You’re doing great, kid. Jason rested the head of his raw cock against Conrad’s smooth, dripping boyhole. “OK, buddy,” he said to Conrad. “You ready? Here we fuckin' go.” My lil’ bro grunted approval. And then with a slow, single thrust, Jason sank his bare cockhead and veiny shaft into my boy, not stopping until his balls came to rest against the cum-trail dripping steadily from Conrad’s cunt. Jason leaned forward, pressing his dick even deeper as my lil’ bro breathed out a single word: “Yes.” Then Jason closed his eyes and concentrated on the task at hand. “Just stay perfectly still,” he said to Conrad. “Relax your hole for me, boy. There you go. Just like that. Keep it relaxed. Stay right where you are. I’m just about to—“ Before he could even finish his sentence, it happened: he let out a long, guttural moan as his mouth opened wide and his head kicked back. Then he slowly thrust his raw cock even deeper, emptying a bladder full of partypiss into my beautiful fucked-up boy. I don’t know how long it took for him to release everything he’d stored up, but one thing was clear: my lil’ bro’s guts were getting flooded. “How does that feel, Conrad?” I asked him. He shook his head slowly as if to say: No words. My dick bounced in appreciation as I watched my boy’s pupils dilate a little more with every wave of piss invading his hole. “Warm,” he finally whispered, his voice lower now, his face less boyish, like he was transforming into a man while I watched. “So fuckin’ warm.” Finally, Jason’s steady moan drifted into silence. He opened his eyes and glanced over at me. We both laughed. “I’ve been saving up that slampiss for awhile,” he said. Then his eyes closed again and he let out another primal moan. “Fuuuuuuuck—there’s a little more. A little more piss for you, kid. Jesus. Goddamn—I’m so fuckin’ glad my chems found a home. A perfect home. Right here, deep inside this eager fuckin' faggot.” Conrad just kept smiling. “I was born to be a faggot for men like you," he said with a little nod. My cock swelling with pride, I leaned over to give my boy a kiss. Then Jason let out a giant sigh. “OK, boy,” he said. “I’m gonna start pulling out, OK? Now, here’s what I want you to do: I want you to start squeezing that sweet little fuckhole for me. There you go. Squeeze it—just like that. Nice! Such a good boy. Now listen: after I pull out, I want you to keep it nice and tight, OK? We’re gonna give you a few minutes to soak up my Tina-piss.” As Jason’s cock slipped out of Conrad’s hole, I saw a single dark-gold droplet of piss escape—but that was all. Obedient as ever, my boy turned all his attention to keeping those recycled chems deep in his fuckhole, right where they belonged. “Thank you, fucker,” I said to Jason, grabbing him by the back of the head as we matched breaths in a hungry kiss. I pressed my cock against his tight stomach, then reached around to his furry hole. My fingers slipped easily inside him, enveloped in a familiar warmth and wetness. “Goddamn,” I whispered in his ear. “How many loads have you taken tonight?” “Just five,” he said with a cocky grin. “My poz Daddy has a rule: I can take as much cum as I want, but only if I share my unmedicated load with at least one boy. Preferably a negboy.” I growled. "OK, I gotta meet this poz Daddy of yours. So here's what we're gonna do: I’m gonna help this boy release the piss from his hole. Then we’re gonna meet up with you guys in the sling room. Got it?” “Got it, dude,” Jason said as he opened the door, his towel slung over his shoulder. “And hurry. I tell ya, my Daddy’s gonna fuckin’ love this kid.” “We won’t be long,” I assured him. With that, I grabbed Conrad by the arm and led him down the hall, showing him to the group shower directly across from the giant hot tub. I turned on the water, spun him around, and wrapped my arms around his torso. As we stood there under the water, I thought to myself: You think you’re high now, kid? Releasing this piss will take you to whole new level. And that’s nothing compared with what’s still to come. “OK, lil’ bro,” I said with my mouth resting against his ear, my hands brushing up and down the length of his tight little six-pack. “I’m gonna rest my cock against your hole, alright? As I start to press into you, just relax. Got it?” He nodded, and I reached down to position the head of my dick against that hungry little cunt. As I started to apply pressure, I felt his ass relax—and suddenly my cock was surrounded by a rush of warm slampiss rushing out of his hole. I thrust a little deeper, feeling a gutful of chems splashing down my legs. And then I couldn’t hold back. I began to fuck him, but only for a minute or so—just to feel his hungry hole pulse and twitch hungrily around my raw dick. As I kept fucking, the stream of slampiss slowed to a trickle. He moaned. And for the first time, with every thrust of my poz dick into my 18-year-old boy’s eager fuckhole, he began actively milking my cock. “Very good, boy,” I whispered. “You’re fuckin’ made for this. Aren’t you, lil’ bro?” “Fuck yeah, big bro,” he mumbled. This kid was totally in heat—the slampiss rushing out of his hole had taken him into the goddamn stratosphere. “I’m made for this. And I need it so bad. Your raw cock. Your amazing fat dick, deep inside my boyhole. Bareback me. Please bareback me. Please. You. Fucking. Stud.” “Listen, lil’ bro,” I said, easing off on my thrusts before resting my cock deep inside him. I looked up to see that a sizable crowd had formed around us, so I leaned in a little closer and lowered my voice. “As much as I want to breed you right now, we shouldn’t make that poz Daddy wait any longer. So get your towel, boy. It’s time for you to get slammed up.” We walked back to the room, my arm draped over his shoulder, my hand occasionally mussing his hair like an affectionate big bro. I stopped by our room for just a moment to grab my playkit—and then proceeded to the sling room. When we reached the door, I turned to Conrad, placing my hands on his cute little butt as I drew his body close to mine. “You sure you’re ready for this, lil’ bro?” “I’m ready for anything, big bro.” “Good boy. Then knock.” He looked at the door, hesitating for just a moment, then glanced back at me. I gave him a proud little nod. He grinned that boyish grin, then gave the door a solid knock. Footsteps approached. The door opened. Standing before us, naked and hard, was a man like almost no man I’d seen. He was a silver Daddy type, mid-40s maybe, with a lean and muscled chest covered with salt-and-pepper hair, a tight stomach, and a truly massive pierced cock. Best of all: right above his navel, in jet-black ink, he had a biohazard tattoo that expanded and contracted with every breath, as if pulsing with hunger. “Welcome, you fuckin’ pigs,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I’m Grant. And you better get in here, ‘cuz we’ve got some fuckin’ work to do.” MORE SOON…

PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…

Pimp Gets Twisted – The Pass Along: The smoke from the crack pipe relit my high and filled the cabin of the blue and white pickup as Jay steared us towards the Northeast part of DC. I was pressed between his 6’5 linebacker body and a younger, tall guy he called his ‘boy’. The pimp had bred me first, then Jay raped my ass with his 12-inch monster, but even though that shit hurt like hell, the crack had me so horned I was aching for more. Jay had cracked his window a little bit to let some of the smoke out as I glanced down at his crotch and when I looked back up Jay was looking right at me, smiling. “Like I said, I paid Marvin for the whole night, so this is what we call a pass along. He passes his whore to me, now I’m in charge of that white hole. You hear? So we have a couple options on the table. Option 1 - I me got me spot where we can park, me and my boy will tear you up and nutt up that pussy and bounce and leave your ass. No one around, but a little danger. Option 2 – you enter whore boot camp, we gonna open you up, long and strong, maybe get some homies over to teach you how to milk some dick and make a little something back. That’s the fucking dangerous option, cause we play rough, you’re there for our pleasure, you do what the fuck I say, and you catch all that nutt no matter what and we don’t pull out – ever! Pussy is only good to be used and degraded and before the day is done you will have the ‘package’ for sure and that pussy will be sloppy and grimey and gaping.” I wasn’t sure what to say as Jay’s boy handed me the pipe again, I took a big long hit while the guy said, “Yeah Jay, option 2, been too long since we had a phat ass that can really take some dick and I ain’t even got a real taste yet!” Jay laughed as I hit the pipe again, looked at me and said, “Well white rabbit, what’s it gonna be?” I thought a minute and even through the high my common sense took hold and said, “Umm, I think I better do option 1, I don’t really know you guys and well….I….” This time Jay’s laughter filled the truck cabin and he said, “You fucking think you have a choice? I’m just fucking with your head. There ain’t no choice. It’s option 2 all the way, now hit that pipe, we got a stop to make.” While I had a fleeting sense of fear, it quickly vanished back to where it came from as I hit the pipe again, shifted in the seat to feel Jay’s and Marvin’s cum dripping out of my hole, and wondered what was to come. We entered an industrial area and fell in behind a tow truck and followed it turn for turn as I kept hitting the pipe. The sound of gravel beneath the tires made me look up and I saw that we had turned and followed the tow truck into a parking lot beside what looked like an old gas station or mechanics garage. Jay parked his truck beside a couple cars on that still looked drivable, as the rest of the ones parked around the building were in various stages of decay or wreckage. Jay climbed out of the truck, slammed the door, his boy got out too, but I stayed where I was as I was not sure what to do. Jay banged his fist on the hood of the truck and yelled, “Get the fuck out! Come on!” I followed Jay and his boy through the door and in the dim light could barely make out several bays, all with cars in them, the air pungent with the smells of grease, oil, fuel, and metal. Jay whistled as he led us through the maze of the auto shop, back through two more doors, and then down a small hallway. I could see light coming through a door at the end and could hear the sound of laughter and the voices of several men and I began to shake a little in fear and excitement. Jay banged the door open, “Morning you lazy ass mothas – what the fuck’s up!” There was a round of greetings, laughter, nods as Jay circled the room and said hi to each man sitting around a table playing cards. Jay’s boy pushed past me, grabbed a chair, and wedged himself between two of the men and immediately tried to engage with them about the cards they were holding much to their displeasure. I just stood by the door, my arms wrapped around my naked chest, feeling very much out of place as the thick sweet scent of all the pot and other shit being smoked started to fuck with my crack high. Jay then stopped by a big man on the far side of the table, patted his right shoulder and said, “So Griz, you know I’m always good for it but had a little unexpected transaction this morning. I know how much you and the boys like a white snatch – fuck you cuckhold fuck white pussy so much half them babies being born in Georgetown Hospital are yours! Ain’t that right! Well anyways, I ran into Marvin – you know Marvin who runs down off L – well I ran into Marvin and he had a fresh one this morning and I mean fresh. This was his first time whoring and that boy pussy just opened right up and took me in and you know that ain’t no mean feat. So I figured I would swing on by, pick up some stash for the day, maybe get in for a few hands and make a little something if you could front me up a little to get started with while you get a taste?” I was having a hard time following all that Jay had just said, but I thought he had just offered me to the man he called Griz. I looked over, Jay was smiling and Griz removed his shades, looked at me and said in a deep voice that reminded me of Barry White, “What happened to him?” Jay laughed and said, “Hey, you know I don’t believe in slapping whores around. OK, well I do, but not like that. It was just a hazard of a dumpster fuck down. An accident, tell them, tell them it was an accident Rabbit.” I nodded and Griz and the other guys at the table all laughed, a few of them speculating on what Jay had done exactly to bloody up my nose and make me look like such a wreck. Griz finished laughing, “Go wash up. There’s a bathroom through the office back there,” put his shades back on and Jay waved me towards the back. As I walked past the table I paused and looked at each of the men, all of them tough, very masculine, smoking, drinking, and I couldn’t help but wish I was laying on my back on that table with my legs up and each one of them taking turns fucking me. I found the bathroom, which was as dirty and broken down as the rest of the garage, washed my face and was glad to see my nose had not really swelled or bruised, so it looked like it would not be bad although I did have a pretty good gash on the bridge. I was dabbing at the edges of the gash to make sure it was clean when I heard a deep voice say, “Here, put a little of this on there and then a band aid at least for a few hours.” I turned and there blocking the door was Griz. He was probably bigger than Jay, who at 6”5 I felt towered over me, and Griz was built thick and big too, but he seemed more muscular as the definition in his chest through his partially unzipped overalls clearly showed, as did some big prison looking tats. I’m sure my mouth was open as Griz reached over, dabbed some Neosporin or something on the gash on my nose and then put a bandaid on it. “Thanks,” I said. I was not sure what else to say and really wanted to try to use the bathroom as it felt like I had to go, but Griz did not seem to be moving. I then noticed the patch on his overalls had the initials W.M.D., so I asked, “Jay called your Griz, so what does W.M.D. stand for?” Griz looked down at his name patch, then to me, and replied, “Weapon of Mass Destruction. Jay was right. I’ve knocked up so many damn Georgetown housewives it ain’t funny, but you know what? I’ve found they can never really take me, but whores like you can and not only can you take, you crave it and beg for it, ain’t that right? You just can’t get enough big black dick inside you can you?” Griz was now standing close to me, pressing me back against the sink as he looked down. His body odor was wicked strong, but intoxicating like animal musk. Two blood shot eyes focused on me, and little piles of spit lodged in the corners of his mouth as he spoke and his breath reeked. I noticed his beard partially hid a deep scar on the right side of his face and instinctively reached up to touch it. My fingers had barely touched his coarse beard and the mottled skin underneath when Griz grabbed my shoulders, spun me around so I could see myself in the dirty mirror as he leaned over my back and said, “You feel that? Feel how hard I am? Wait until I’m creeping up on you. That hole will be stretched! I’m going to be on you like a bear on a picnic basket – get it – Griz – bear! Ha ha ha - Pull your pants off, let me taste that fucked hole.” Griz released his grip so I could get undressed. Griz worked two fingers in my ass, pulled them out – licked them – “Jay?” he asked. I replied, “Yes, and Marvin too.” Griz asked, “How many times has Marvin fucked you? He doesn’t often get down like that so the fact you made him nutt, well, hhhmmm. Did you like it when they cummed in you? I love fucking a cummy hole, tell me about it.” While Griz was eating my ass out as I bent over the sink, I started to tell him the story of how I heard Marvin on the street, went to see what was up, went to the alley and he started fucking me. Griz stopped me, reached into his overalls, pulled out a dirty baggy, jiggled it and said, “You ever had a booty bump? I like a sloppy hole, so this will relax you, I don’t want my dick squeezed and it will burn like hell for a few, but once it melts – whew!! You been smoking with Jay too I see. No worries, this will send you flying. Here, I’ll give you some extra to be sure.” I grunted as Griz worked his fingers back up my ass, shoving the crystal shards in deep as he could. I sighed when he pulled his fingers out and started to continue the story but he stopped me, “No, wait, don’t tell me the rest yet. Here, I want you to lick my ass, get down in there, makes me fucking horny as shit and then when I am nice and wet I’ll stick some crystals up there.” I laughed and said, “Isn’t that for bottoms?” but Griz shook his head, “My nose has so many holes in it from snorting shit, this works just as well and I like my hole being fingered. I don’t get fucked, hell no, ain’t no bitch, but a couple fingers in my ass while I’m fucking or being sucked makes me shoot like a fucking donkey. And don’t worry, my dick stays rock hard and this only makes me harder, so come on, let me feel that pink tongue.” The crystal was kicking in, so I did as Griz ordered. His ass was thick and meaty and his cheeks flexed and twitch as I pulled them apart. Griz was too tall for me to kneel, so I had to stand and bend over to get at his ass, which was funky and the first thing I tasted was little wads of toilet paper caught in his ass hair. I spit them out then ran my finger up and down his crack and around his hole to get rid of the rest before trying to lick him again. Griz moaned loudly as I pulled his cheeks apart as far as I could to get at his hole, which looked like a small fist shut tight. I spit, tongued, and blew on his hole as it opened up and I gagged a few times from the smell, but Griz just pushed my head back until my tongue found his sweet spot again. After a few minutes Griz stood up, grabbed the baggy, reached around and using a couple of his own fingers pushed some crystal up his ass and I watched in fascination as his hole seemed to swallow it right up. Griz growled, “Use your fingers, shove it up there!” so I did. After a few seconds I got my first glimpse of Griz’s bear dick as he spread his legs a little and pushed his dick back between his legs, “Suck on the head.” I adjusted position a little and began sucking his dick head, which was much bigger than Jay’s all the while still getting a face full of Griz’s ass. Griz turned around, beads of sweat pouring off his head as he slapped his now hard dick back and forth like a disobedient child. “Look at that. What’d I tell you. Grab that tub of hand cleaner and come on.” On a shelf next to the sink was a big plastic tub of Goop Hand Cleaner that was opened, the stuff looked a little yellow, crusty, and had stains in it of black grease on top, but I grabbed it and followed Griz back into the office. We could faintly hear the guys laughing and playing cards, but Griz paid them no mind as he unzipped his overalls all the way, dropped them around his ankles, and laid on his back on the worn out carpet on the floor. Griz patted the floor, “Set the tub here, straddle my chest with your ass towards me and suck my dick.” He was a big man and it was not entirely comfortable straddling his chest and with a few adjustments I was able to suck on Griz’s dick while he licked at my cummy hole. The crystal had fully kicked in and all I could think about was getting that dick and I made myself gag and spit as I forced as much of it down my throat as I could. Griz was not nearly as long as Jay – close though – but he was much thicker and just the thought of him inside me made me shiver. I pulled off Griz who started to say something, but then his eyes got wide as I grabbed the tub, took three fingers and a large glop of Goop and shoved it up my ass and fingered it in. I then dipped in the bucket again and took some more Goop and slathered up his rock hard dick and wiped what was left of the stuff off onto the carpet. I straddled Griz again, this time facing him, and inched my ass back towards his dick as I angled it down and towards my hole. I smiled as Griz opened his mouth in awe while I slowly inched back, working my hole against the end of his dick, smearing the Goop around, teasing him, ensuring his natural juices were flowing. Griz tried to grab my hips but I pushed his hands away, said, “No, please, let me,” and continued my slow-motion dance. His dick was pulsing now at my hole, I closed my eyes and my whole body shuddered as his head pushed my ring as far as it seemed like it could stretch. Griz moaned, laid his head back, and I gritted my teeth and inched back further onto his dick and once I had a couple inches lodged inside me I paused, relishing the feeling of his hot dick stretching me out. The moans coming from Griz were louder now as I started pushing back again sliding inch after inch of his dick up my cummy ass, enjoying the big raw dick now filling me. With one last push I was as far back on his dick as I could go, so I then angled back and sat up as straight as I could impaling myself and could not help but moan and whine as Griz’s dick gutted me. I was on the edge of either not being able to take it, or being a true slut, so I started to ride him. Not slow, but as hard and fast as I could I started bouncing up and down on his dick making Griz say, “HOLY FUCK – YOU NASTY WHORE! YEAH RIDE THAT MOTHER-FUCKER – RIDE IT DAMN YOU – RIDE IT! YOU LIKE THAT BLACK DICK UP IN THAT PUSSY, LIKE HOW IT FILLS THAT HOLE?” I responded by placing my hands on his abdomen, pulling up almost all the way off his dick then dropping back down making Griz grunt as I fucked the breath out of him and rode him like a bronco. I suddenly stopped, laid forward onto Griz’s sweaty chest, nestled the thick patch of hair hearing his heart thump thump strong and hard in time with the pulsing in his dick up my ass. “You want to hear how Jay fucked me like a whore? How he cornered me in the alley, used Marvin’s cum and slammed that big black horse dick up my ass? How he shoved me against the dumpster so I couldn’t run and told me he was going to tear me up with his gonno filled dick? You want to hear about that? Would you like watching Jay rape fucking my hole with his monster dick? Using me as a total whore?” Griz just replied, “HHHMMMMM,” as he wrapped me tight in a bear hug and using his hips and leverage of his feet on the floor began slam fucking me as hard as he could. “That’s it, destroy my ass, show me what you’ve got man, give me that big black bear cum, give me those cubs, I want those cubs, you got some cubs for me Griz, huh?” Griz was tearing my ass up as he got closer and closer and I rocked my body back as hard as I could to meet his thrust as Jay exclaimed, “FUCK, HERE I CUM, HERE I CUM, YOU WANT THIS CUM? YOU WANT THIS CUM? OH SHIT – OH FEEL IT – TAKE IT – TAKE IT ALL – TAKE IT!!!!” Griz eased his grip on me and I pushed myself back up and rode him hard again making him squirm and twist as I milked every little cub out of those big furry balls. “Stop, stop, stop. AAHHH, OK, stop,” Griz pleaded, so I leaned forward, arched my ass up and inch by inch slid off his sloppy dick, which came out of my ass with a big PLOP and smacked down on his stomach. I eased myself onto Griz’s left side and snuggled up next to him with my head on his arm. Griz pulled me tight, looked down at me and said, “Fuck! Jay was right. You got a good hole on you. Like I said, no one can take me like boy pussy can, Jesus.” After a minute Griz sat up, then stood up, his dick still hard and dripping with Goop so I turned around and begged, “Please, just push your cubs in a little, please.” Griz laughed, grabbed my hips and slammed his dick balls deep making me yell out and my knees crumble, but he held me tight while he growled low and deep, “Like that? Is that what you wanted? Huh?” Griz pulled all the way out and slammed back in again making me yell louder this time as he hit my gut walls. “That what you want? Big dick opening that sloppy hole up nice and deep? DAMN!” Several more thrusts of Griz’s dick had me trembling, then Griz pulled out leaving me panting hard while he walked into the bathroom, ran the water in the sink and washed his dick clean. He came back out, tossed me some dirty rags and asked, “Think you can take some more? I know some of my guys out there would not mind sitting out a hand to bust a nutt in there now that I got you all opened up. Wipe your ass off a bit and bend back over, this will set you right up.” Griz shoved four fingers up my cum filled ass along with the crystal, worked them around, pulled them out, wiped them off on a rag and before he walked up to me, hugged me tight to his body, took a step back and tied one of the dirty rags around my eyes and said, “Just bend over the end of the desk here. I want to see how nasty you are, know you in here taking dick you can’t even see.” My heart started beating faster as I obeyed, my ass throbbed from the fuck I just took and the crystal was making high as shit and I couldn’t wait for the next dick and tried to remember what the other guys looked like. I could hear some whoops and laughter as Griz rejoined the game and a few minutes later the office door opened and I got goose bumps as I listened to someone walk closer towards me, unzip their pants, and start telling me how they were going to breed me. The first guy was ready from the second he stepped in and slid his dick balls deep. He was not as big as Griz, but decent size, and grabbed my hips and power fucked me, the only sound in the office being his grunts and my sloppy hole talking back as he put his raw cock as deep as he could and then shot. He was immediately followed by two others who had me suck one, while the other fucked and vice versa until both shot in my ass. Four loads so far and I wanted more! After the last two left I stayed bent over the desk for several minutes, but no one else came. Goop and cum were streaming down my legs, so I took the blindfold off and using the dirty rags began to try to wipe myself off. The office door opened and Jay’s boy swaggered in, opening up his pants before the door was even closed. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he said. “Bend the fuck back over, time to get me some.” I started to say something when Jay’s boy hauled off and slapped me, making me see stars, “My whores don’t speak, BEND OVER!” My nose had started to bleed a little again as Jay’s boy drove his dick up my ass and as he did he started punching and slapping my body telling me a whore has to learn to obey her pimp, the only good whore is a bruised whore, got to learn to obey. As his punches and slaps got harder I started to push and fight back and then started to yell. The door banged open, Jay stormed in, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I can hear that shit all the way out there? Shit boy! That ain’t no way to treat someone! Dumb youngin punk!” Jay grabbed his boy, pulled him off me and tossed him against the wall then looked at me and said, “Grab your pants and go hang with Griz a few. Me and MY BOY here need a word.” As the door closed I could hear Jay now screaming at his boy and the sound of things getting physical. I made my way back to the table and it was just Griz and one other guy sitting there and though most everyone was gone, the place seemed full of tension now. Griz pulled a chair closer to him and said, “Come sit here, want a drink? How about a smoke? Bud here’s got some good bud – ha ha. No smoke? Some more crystal I think then, here let me just dab your nose a little, nothing at all, now bend over, oh don’t be shy now, old Bud here sampled what you are selling – giving away – whatever the fuck. Anyways, here Bud, you load him up.” Bending over the chair looking up into Griz’s smiling face and with Bud’s fingers shoving some more crystal up my ass I could hear the fight in the office get louder, the boy screamed loud, Bud and Griz both laughed, then I sat back down, took the drink Griz offered me and watched them play out their hand as things got awfully quiet in the office. Several minutes later the office door banged open, Jay came stomping out, followed by his boy who was holding a dirty rag to his nose, his pants half off. Jay sat down, the boy came up to me and said in barely a whisper, “I’m… I’m… sorry. I didn’t mean nothing. I….” Jay interrupted him and spat, “Get your sorry ass home.” Once Jay’s boy left he turned to me and said, “That shouldn’t have happened. Don’t misunderstand, you will get slapped and bruised and used how I want to get me off, not just for the hell of it. Right Griz? Fucking kids these days have no sense. Anyways, he won’t bother you again. I had to remind him that he ain’t nothing but a bitch to be fucked too if that’s what I decide.” At that all three men laughed, the tension now gone as I sat between Jay and Griz, my pants now getting stained with the cum and Goop that continued to leak out of my ass. Several hands later I was feeling pretty whoozy and having a hard time focusing and it seemed like a blackness was creeping in around my eyes. Why did everyone’s voice seem so far away? I didn’t think I had drank that much, maybe I was on my third drink that Griz had gave me, so maybe it was the mix of crystal too. I didn’t know. I hazily recalled that Bud folded and called it a night or morning as the case was, loudly complaining how Jay had taken all his fucking money. Griz then said it was time to wrap the game up anyways as he had to open the garage up in a bit. I started to doze a bit and could hear Jay and Griz still speaking, what did they say? What about Rabbit? That’s me. I then remembered my pants being pulled down, Jay holding me while Griz slammed my ass rough and hard while slapping my ass cheeks saying that was the way to bruise a whore up right and my mumbling, begging to be fucked. I opened my eyes and Jay was standing over me pulling a shirt down over my head, then nothing. Fuck the light was bright, was I outside? Cars are going past us, no I’m in the truck, am I with Jay? Is that his voice? “Come on little rabbit. Time to get see your new hutch.” My mind asked, Jay is that you? I tried to speak, only a mumble came out. Where was I? What was going on? My mind faded back to black. Stay Tuned for the next part –Whore Boot Camp

At the time of this story, I was 25 years old. I was a skinny dude. I was 5’11” and only weighed 135. I have always been attracted to blue collar men. Living in the city, there were more office queens than there were blue collar men. I went to the bathhouse that night and after wandering around a bit, I found the perfect man. He was about my height, weighed around 180, and had tats all over him. He had the look of someone in construction or a mechanic. He was standing in the doorway to his room stroking his thick 7-8” cock. I started to walk past his room in my jockstrap when he reached out and patted my ass. I responded by stroking his dick a few times before dropping to my knees and sucking him into my throat. After a minute or so of sucking him, he pulled me up by my hair and pushed me onto the bed in his room. I started sucking him some more when he said “I’ll be right back. Gotta piss.” I told him there was no need to leave the room. I put my mouth back on his cock and drank the piss he was good enough to give me. By the time he was done pissing, he was rock hard. He flipped me over on my stomach and roughly jabbed 2 fingers into my lubed up hole. He fingerfucked me for a few minutes then buried his cock in my ass in one hard push. Grabbing my hair, he started fucking my hard and fast for several minutes. Since we never closed his door, we were getting an audience. Before long I had a cock in my mouth while I was still being fucked hard and fast. Other guys were standing along the wall watching. Eventually my top said, “You ready for my seed up in that fuckhole?” I could only moan back to him since I had a meaty black dick in my mouth. He pounded even harder than yelled “take my dirty seed boy!” I just groaned and kept on sucking that black dick. After he pulled out he told everyone the party will continue at the sling upstairs. He put a leather dog collar and a leash around my neck, and paraded me upstairs, stopping once or twice along the way so someone could stick their fingers up my cum-filled hole or grab my cock through my jockstrap. Once we got upstairs, he strapped me in the sling and said he was going to watch everyone fuck my whore ass and push his cum deeper into me. I spent the next three or so hours in the sling getting fucked by anyone who wanted to drop a load in me. It didn't matter what they looked like. Young, old, fat, thin. I took all their loads. Cum was running out of my ass and creating a puddle on the floor. Finally, my top man unstrapped me and told me get down on the floor and lick up all that cum off the floor. I dropped to my knees and bent over and started licking and slurping up the cum. While I was bent over doing that, he fucked me again. Told me my cumcunt was all sloppy and loose now. He fucked me hard and dumped another load of dirty seed deep in me then pulled out and ordered me to clean his cock. I turned around and took his cum-slicked dick into my mouth and sucked all that delicious cum off of it. When he was satisfied, he said “You were a good slut tonight” and then turned and walked away. I never got his name, but I will always remember him. He was the first man I knowingly took poz cum from. I went back to my locker, got dressed and left. And no, I didn’t shower first. I like smelling like cum and sex. By the time I walked the 10 or so blocks home, my pants were wet from the cum leaking out of my ass and running down my leg. I got undressed and turned my pants inside out so I could lick the cum off them. After I was finished with that, I went to the bathroom to take a piss. It was then that I saw in the mirror that I had marks on my arm. My poz top kept count of my loads for me. I stood there counting the marks. 32 loads were dumped in my ass and mouth that night.

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

Taking POZ Seed in Atlanta I was interning in a corporate office to pick up some hours as I was putting myself through school. My boss, Tim, asked me to come along with him to Atlanta for a conference. He said it would be a good opportunity to interview prospective firms that I might apply to for work after school. The company was going to pay for our flight and our room, which we'd have to share, but I knew Tim was professional and it would not be an issue. How could I say no? The fist two days of the conference went well, and I handed out a bunch of resumes. One firm scheduled an interview with me and I nervously went. The interview was in a living room area in a suite shared by several partners in the firm. I met Chuck, a junior partner, right on time. He was wearing a nicely-tailored slim suit that only accentuated his muscular chest. He extended his hairy palm and shook my hand vigorously. I could feel myself going weak at the knees for this hunk, but managed to hold it together. Turns out that Chuck had gone to the same university as me and was impressed with my resume. After about thirty minutes chatting about life, my ten-year plan, etc., he told me that he would be pleased to offer me a job, on the spot, to start as soon as I got my diploma. Score!!! He offered to take me and my boss out to celebrate. Even though my boss, Tim, was married and had a family, I always suspected he was a closet-case. I couldn't help but sneak a peek at his chest as he showered and changed clothes for the night. My suspicions were confirmed when I met Chuck and Tim in the hotel lobby and both were dressed to impress. Both of them clearly worked out, and their tight t-shirts clung to every ripple of their muscles and their tight jeans left little to the imagining. They kissed on the cheek and hugged. We three hopped in a cab, with me in the middle. I knew there was some chemistry going on between these two and felt awkward being caught in the middle. The cab dropped us off on the north side of town and we barhopped, getting more and more drunk with each stop. By the last stop, Chuck and Tim couldn't keep their hands off each other and disappeared into the bathroom for what must have been fifteen minutes. I entertained myself at the bar, knowing those two studs were getting it on in the bathroom. The bartender chatted me up a bit and brought me a drink, “from an admirer,” he said, pointing to a really cute guy in his mid-30s a few stools down. I smiled at him and said thanks. He scooted to the stool next to me, and we flirted a little. He introduced himself as Brad, which made the bartender chuckle, so I doubted that was his real name. Brad had cropped black hair styled up into a faux-hawk , a chiseled stubbled jaw, and pale blue eyes that I wanted to stare into for a long time. He put his hand on my thigh and I let him. He bought me another drink. Still no sign of Tim and Chuck. After downing the second Jack and coke Brad had bought for me, I told him I would be right back and staggered to the bathroom, mostly to check on my current and future bosses. Sure enough, they were going at it hot and heavy in a stall. All of the urinals were occupied by guys pissing or guys wanking listening to the fucking going on behind the latched door. I let myself into the next stall and was surprised to find a glory hole. I knelt down to take a look and saw Chuck pounding the hell out of Tim's ass. I'm pretty sure it was bareback, but didn't want to get caught peeping, so I pissed and left. When I got back to the bar, Brad was still sitting there, with a fresh Jack and coke waiting for me. Something in the back of my head told me not to drink it, that he might have slipped something into it, but I figured, what the hell. He was super cute and I figured I was going to go home with him anyway, so what did I have to loose? From that point on, my memory of the evening is spotty at best. * * * I was on my knees in an alley, asphalt grinding into skin, as Brad face-fucked me. He had a thick uncut 8” cock and low-hanging balls that bounced with the force of him driving in and out of my mouth, my jaw opened to the limit. I remember seeing a scorpion tattoo on his groin. It was so sexy, almost dancing as his muscles flexed. “You like my tatt?” “Ummmmgh-huhghghg,” I gurgled as he kept fucking my face. “Want one of your own?” “Ummmmgh-huhghghg!” * * * Brad had somehow gotten me into his pick-up truck. I was slumped in the passenger side with my pants at my knees as he fisted my drooling boner. He was driving my somewhere. He got out of the truck and walked around, supporting me with his brawny arms, and walked me into a neon-lit tattoo parlor. “Just like mine,” I remember him telling the artist as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop. A bearded hulk of a guy with a rebel flag bandana and a long unkempt beard pulled my pants down and had to jerk back as my wet cock sprung up. Brad leaned me back and poured some whisky into my mouth as the tattoo artist laid down the design and began to trace it with the needles. • • • “No, let's go back to my hotel, Brad. It's classy. You'll like it,” I slurred. I couldn't believe I had invited this stranger back to my room, the room I was sharing with my boss who was more than likely hooking up as well! I remember leaning on him as he walked me through the lobby and into the elevator. We miraculously found the right room and let ourselves in. Sure enough, Tim and Chuck were in bed together, Chuck riding Tim's dick as he bounced him and down, their sweaty backs glistening in the low-light of the room. They froze as we walked in. Brad piped up, “Don't let us disturb you...” He was dragging me by now, into the bathroom. He flipped on the incredibly bright light and tore my clothes off. I remember the cold of the tile. I remember him sucking my dick as he traced my aching new tattoo with his finger. I remember him tongue-fucking my ass as my face was pressed against the bathtub rim. I remember him slapping me around a bit with his dick. I remember pushing back to meet his thrusts as he fucked me, bare. I remember shooting my load all over the floor and him pushing my face down into it and forcing me to lick it up. I remember him cumming deep in my ass, at least twice. The rest is a blank. • • • The next morning, I awoke sore from head to toe. My stomach was aching more than it ever had. Brad must have beat me black and blue. I had two black eyes, a bloody nose, and innumerable bruises all over my body. I was too weak to stand. Tim knocked gently on the door and let himself in. “Morning, tiger.” He was shocked to see me in the tub, naked, used, and abused. He was even more surprised by my new tattoo. “I didn't know you were a Scorpio.” Tim was a real gentleman, and helped me stand up and gently held me under the shower head. I knew he was getting hard and could feel his cock nuzzled up against my ass. “I've always thought you were so sexy, but if we ever screw, I want it to be nice for both of us. You're too messed up now to enjoy it...” I smiled weakly as he gingerly kissed my neck and rinsed me all over. I saw a river of pink as he washed my ass. “He must have really torn you up back there! Hope it was worth it!” It was only later that day that it really sunk it what had happened to me. I freaked out when I realized that he had fucked me raw and came in my ass at least twice. He had used me all night. I cried out several times, but Chuck and Tim thought it was because I was enjoying myself. On the flight home, I confessed to Tim what had happened and that I thought I had been drugged. “So did your new friend convince you to get that tatt?” “Yeah. It matches his.” “You know what that symbol can mean, right?” He told me and I was mortified. Brad might have been POZ. As soon as I got back to my dorm on campus, I dropped my stuff and headed to the student health clinic. They took blood samples and told me that I had definitely been given something other than booze. I tested NEG and had to go back every month for testing for a full six months just to be sure. Word to the wise, if you're in Atlanta, don't let “Brad” buy you a drink, unless, of course, you're into that sort of thing. Which I now am...

I have cleaned up my original story to keep from getting rebanned the following is about a very enterprising young man of 18 1/4 at least Bobby’s journey Bobby sat at his desk staring at his computer monitor, he had turned 18 just months before and now he had his own place, no longer needing his friends to help him out. He hadn’t really needed them for a long time; he was pretty much set for life with his royalties from the software he created when he was 15. That was shortly before he was thrown out of his house by his strictly religious parents. At 14 Bobby was working on a class project for science class, he was a code prodigy and he was twisting code into doing things his teachers told him were not possible. He finally had found a way for his software code to become stable and he was intending on entering it into the science fair, when he was approached by a software firm and asked in confidence to sell them the rights to his gaming software platform. He had talked with the firm extensively before they found out he was only 14 at the time, and just about to turn 15 and they requested a meeting with his parents. When Bobby refused to involve his parents the company was not too pleased, however they told him that the royalties could be put in trust for him until he reached 18, with a company lawyer acting as trustee. Bobby had good reason to exclude his parents from his project, not only were they very religious but they also did not believe in higher technology. They also disapproved his lifestyle and would use the monies he earned to try to fix their broken son. Bobby liked to be with boys and scorned the girls who swooned over him. At 14 Bobby was 5’8 and 140 pounds of lean muscle, he was not just exceptionally smart but very athletic as well. He played three sports and was on track to becoming valedictorian of his class when he would graduate in 2 years. At 18 Bobby stood 6’2 and 180 pounds of rock hard muscle, he had graduated early and was in his second year of college living on his own in a swank apartment near campus, one which normally would find 3-4 co-eds sharing with their parents paying the rent. But with his trust account finally turned over to him and his royalties very well invested he drew what he needed to live on comfortably without even touching the principle or the monies. When he was 15 his parents had thrown him out when they discovered him entertaining in his room with a few of the members of the rugby team. They called him dirty disgusting, faggot, and perverted scum of the earth, and Bobby had gone to stay with friends and other members of the sports teams in which he was a member of. Bobby sat and stared at the screen before him and pondered whether he should respond to the invite he just received to attend a party, a party that could change his life. He weighed in on what to do, should he accept and attend he could be infected if chosen in the roulette process or he could just get a good gangbanging. He had read some stories on a Site called breeding zone and he was intrigued but scared. He chose to send a no thanks and go hunting on A4A instead. He changed websites and cruised for hot negative guys into anything goes. He found a 30ish guy who was into topping younger, profile said he was negative and STD free, bobby sent him a smile and cruised on. Moments later bobby received a thanks for the smile from the 34 yo man who he had smiled at. He contemplated starting a conversation with the stud when his phone rang; it was his best friend, who wanted to know if he was up for going to a frat party, Bobby loved being around frat boys, most of which were hot and just a bit older than him. He told Steve sure and shut down the computer, tossed off his shorts and tee and headed to the shower, little did he know Steve was just a block away on his way to his apartment. As Bobby entered the shower and adjusted the temp of the water he felt a pressure change, as if his door had been opened, he chalked it up to his imagination as he soaped up his sculpted abs and worked the soap into his groin and ass. As he rinsed the soap off and began washing his hair he felt a presence as Steve stepped up behind him in the shower and pressed his hard on into his anal cleft. Startled at first then relaxing as Steve began to nibble on his neck and fondle his nipples, he melted into Steve as Steve’s cock nestled into his ass and began pumping into him, it didn’t take long to milk a load from Steve’s cock, as he turned off the water and handed his friend a towel, then took one for himself as well. He kissed Steve and thanked him for his deposit, while Steve got dressed, Bobby reached into a drawer and retrieved a butt plug then inserted it into his rectum to hold his precious cargo in.

i am uncut with long foreskin, love keeping it unwash and smelly.

Austin's Move to the Big City (P2) John asked Austin, "How are you doing their house boy?" "Oh my god, I feel fucking fantastic!" "Are you ready for some serious fucking?" "Yes please." John took a good hold of Austin's hips before he began to slam into Austin's ass, pulling all the way out then slamming back in again. Austin was in pure pleasure as John worked over his hole. Matt moved in behind his partner so that he could work on John's nipples as he slam-fucked Austin. Matt knew exactly what it took to get his partner off. John changed his fucking to a quick fuck knowing he was about to unload his poz seed inside Austin's neg hole. Austin could feel John's cock start to thicken as he heard his breath begin to quicken. He knew that his life would never be the same from this point on. He knew what was going to happen and felt that his life would be better as this couple's house boy. Without warning John let out a loud grunt as he unloads inside of Austin. Austin felt as if he might have also shot his load as John unloaded inside off his hole. But when he reached down to check he felt nothing but a soft, dry cock. John pulled his still hard cock from Austin’s well bred hole as Austin thought to himself, ‘I am always rock hard when I get fucked, but my cock is soft.’ Matt had Austin turn over onto his back as he stroked his hard cock. Once Matt had Austin positioned how he wanted him, he lifted the teen’s legs and spread them wide as he pointed his death stick at Austin’s well used hole. He slid in balls deep with the approval of their new house boy as Austin moaned with pleasure as he felt himself filled again. Austin again reached and played with his soft little dick trying to get it to harden to the chuckle from his new employers. “Go ahead and play with yourself if it feels good, but I doubt you will get hard anytime soon” John told their house boy. “Why is that?” Austin asked. Matt looked down at him as he was starting to pump the Austin's cum-filled hole, “We gave you enough Tina that you will probably not be getting hard for a couple days. You are enjoying the slam, aren’t you boy?” “Fuck yes I am, I know I am going to like the drugs. How often do you plan on giving me them?” John told him, “We only like to party a couple times a month, but with your new arrival we will be using them a little more often until we know your limit.” “Will I become addicted to them?” “To a point, we want you to know the difference of fucking with and without them. Since you had been up for over 24 hours already, if we didn’t use them, you’d probably already want to sleep.” As Matt fucked Austin with a steady pace, John leaned down, kissed the house boy and then ordered him “Now clean off my cock, house boy.” John slipped his semi-hard into Austin’s mouth and he sucked his ass juices and slight remnants of cum from the tool that had just been inside him. Once John was satisfied that his cock was cleaned well enough he pulled it from the house boy’s mouth. This now allowed Matt to lean in and kiss Austin as he fucked the boy. As the two kissed and Austin enjoyed the fuck he was receiving, he would occasionally pull on his soft cock hoping to get some blood flowing into it - with no luck. Matt grabbed Austin’s hands and held them up over his head as he began to really work on fucking the boy’s ass. Matt had a plan, and that was to watch the look in Austin’s face as he began to fuck the boy like he had never been fucked before. Both John and Matt had great control over their ability to cum. Now Austin was going to experience Matt’s ability first had as Matt was working Austin with no rush in adding his load to his partner’s that was already soaking into the walls of Austin's ass. Austin had lost track of time and had a vague idea of the length he had been getting fucked when he could feel Matt’s cock begin to thicken. Just as he thought Matt was going to unload inside his ass he felt the cock that was pumping in his hole begin to soften some but never go completely soft. What the teen didn’t know what that Matt was depositing his charged seed while he maintained his pace and after nearly two hours of Matt’s fucking, he had taken three small loads of cum. John knew exactly what Matt was doing and soon began to feed Austin his semi-hard cock. John didn’t have to tell Austin what to do and soon had his tool deep into the teen’s throat as Matt continued to seed the boy’s hole. John and Matt knew that Austin’s slam would soon fade and began to work up to a finally that the boy would never forget. Matt began to pick up his pace while John began to relax and let his climax rise. Austin had no clue what was about to ‘cum’ when John held his hand on the back of the teen’s head at nearly the same moment that Matt began to grunt out “I’M CUMMING!” as he slammed hard and deep into the teen as John began to fill his throat with his own seed. Austin never really needed to swallow since John bypassed his mouth with most of the load he shot. The only taste Austin received from John was the last little dribble from his cock as he withdrew. John and Matt could tell that Austin was starting to come down from his high. He had been used for nearly six hours and when they stopped the three lay in a heap as they collectively caught their breath. Austin was the first to speak, “WOW! That was fucking amazing.” John then spoke, “As long as you do your work around the house, you will make a good house boy Austin.” Matt quickly agreed and the three of them slowly got up. Austin Noticed it was starting to get dark and wonder, “Where did the day go?” “That’s Tina for you. You’ve been up nearly two days now between your drive here and our play time. It won’t be long before you’ll crash and be out for another day. Let’s take a dip in the pool, you can then shower and watch TV in bed as you crash. When you wake and have recovered we’ll show you your daily chores, duties and responsibilities around the house.” The three slowly made their way out the patio door to the pool where they all dove in to refresh themselves. The couple was correct, after a good 30 minutes of swimming, Austin began to crash and went in for a shower. He found his way to his room, collapsed in bed and slept till the next afternoon.

I think it varies between bottoms and tops. A bottom that takes a load first thing in the morning goes to work with that "freshly fucked look", and most people know you got lucky. Plus you have that wonderful load in your ass that you can feel while you walk and even when you're sitting down. Just sitting down the right way reminds you of the humping that you took to get that load. For me as a top I love a morning fuck, but that breeding will leave me a little drained, of cum and energy. But it will have me thinking about sex earlier in the day, as I will be scouting for that next piece of ass so I can do it again. Raw sex is so addictive; you have to fuck as often as possible. But isn't that the best kind of addiction? It doesn't hurt you, and you and your partner have the most fun you can have without even getting out of bed (unless you have a sling).

the fuck flu i got when i first got hiv-1 was bad felt like shit for over a week but the one i got from becoming coinfected with hiv-2 was so bad i was in the hospital for almost two weeks and literally died twice on them in the hospital

i personally delayed meds for to long and had total failure of several combos so at this point i don't any options left but to left nature run its course

If it is really only about fucking me, I will never refuse any cock. But I will refuse if the guy starts talking endlessly about how he loves me and so on - like most of the guys that barefootbob mentioned tend to do.

love it...love this response!

I love it also when a dominant white top is plowin my hole, spits in my face and calls me a stupid nigger cum dump.

All for it a love being a white dominant man's nigger cum dump!

i absolutely love it. especially when im parTying and being a public cum whore, i love it when guys are watching me get fucked by some stranger's bare cock, being called a nigger and taking his load. he pulls out and another climbs on this black ass!