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I had dated the same girl throughout high school, and I loved her dearly, tall, slender, redhead; but she was as wild as I had heard from other in their relationships, she loved sex any time, any place, and would love to finger my ass after she came to get me to cum. but I like to read about sex stories a lot. I came across breeding zone on gay story search and found things very erotic, love the interracial stories, about men and women. The stories about guys bug chasing seemed well, farfetched. So one day I am doing my online searches and Poz stories about black men breeding white boys got me off a few times that day, but I then found an ad about support groups for HIV infected men; well I had to see for myself if it was true what these stories boast about. I called the number and spoke with a guy who stated that they were starting a group in downtown of the city and the only requirement was that I had HIV; I lied and stated yes, he gave me the address and time and hope to see me there. So the date rolls around and I drive from my suburb city downtown and find the address of a rather old dilapidated building and go in and up to the fourth floor where I met the guy behind the counter and after filling out some paperwork with a fictitious name and address he led me into a conference room where the table was like 15 feet long by 4 or 5 feet wide. To my surprise were 9 black men ranging in age from 35 to maybe 50 and appeared to be from all walks of life. I think they were just as surprised to see a skinny 18 year old white kid being walked in by the counselor. After the counselor called the meeting, he had us go around the room and introduce ourselves and why we were there, everyone had a story to tell on how they were infected and the most veritable was drugs and sex with other men. When it came my turn, I used some of the other stories and put my own together with the part that I had been infected by a black man. Then counselor asking agitated on how I knew it was a black man, I told him that since I lived in the city, I was seduced by a black man and only had sex with black guys in the park or at black guys homes that liked to use white guys, boy did the smiles break out around the room. The counselor then asked what we were all looking for in the group sessions, of course I just stated that I wanted someone or other people to talk to about my problem. At the end of the meeting and some more paperwork, we all headed out. I stopped off on the second floor to pee before I headed home since it was a good drive back. As I entered the bathroom, there were four of the guys in my group standing around smoking what smelled like weed and one guy standing at one of the two urinals. I just stated “HI” and walked up to the other urinal and started to pee when one of the guys smoking asked if I wanted to hit the pipe. Not wanting to be rude, I stated “Sure”, I had also noticed the guy next to me was pulling on his cock and was getting longer by the second, he made sure he was back far enough for me to see his growing cock. As I put away my now hardening cock back in my pants and zipped up, I turned and walked up to the other three who handed me the pipe and gave me a lighter; after several hits, I asked what kind of weed was this, that it was more potent than any I had ever smoked before. They all laughed and stated it had T in it, not sure what T was, but didn’t want to act stupid and just accepted it as a more potent weed made. I was flying pretty well when they asked me if I liked being a bitch to black men? I of course not wanting to give away my real reason for being there, just said “Yes”. They turn me around and the guy at the urinal had his pants down stroking a big black cock and just told me to get to work. His cock as coal black and big as it was, scared the shit out of me, yet I was mesmerized by it also that a cock could be that big. He walked up to me and stated “what the fuck you waiting for, bitch boy; get the fuck on your knees and suck my big black cock”. I guess he didn’t like to wait and grabbed my hair and pulled me down to his cock, which caused me to go to my knees hard. “Open that fucking white mouth and take what you love, Bitch”. I opened my mouth to tell them the real reason I was there, but I never got the words out, only his cock in. This guy grabs the back of my head and starts to face fuck me all the time telling what a good group bitch I was about to come. As he hit the back of my throat with his cock and tried to get it down my throat, I started to gag and though I was going to throw up; that is when he had me hit the pipe a few more times and sent me flying higher and then came the brown bottle later found to be poppers which let this guy get his cock down my throat. I then heard a sound that was more frightening than before, zippers of the other guys going down; Fuck, I was going to suck all four of these guys cocks? I just wanted to try and run and not look back, but I could see I had nowhere to run and no one to call for help. I could see out of the corners of my eyes the other guy’s cocks as they were stroking them waiting their turn. I knew I was destine to suck all four of their cocks, the first thing I had forgot about was that I was going to be swallowing their seaman or as the first guy started saying, “yeah, white bitch, get ready to take this charged nut down that faggot white throat”; then it dawned on me, “Charged” fuck, they were going to make me swallow their poz cum. I pulled back and told the guy face fucking me that I had to tell them something first; he pushed me back on my ass and stated “what the fuck does a white punk bitch got to say to us, except that you love these nigger cocks and want us to make you our bitch for the next 9 weeks”. The tears started to flow as I told them the real reason I was there and that I had never sucked cock or been poz. They all looked around at each other and then me on the floor, the guy who had been face fucking me started to laugh and reached out his hand to me and help me up, stating “ that’s ok white boy, I get it, you wanted to check out us black poz guys”, he then stated no hard feeling and offered me the pipe; taking the pipe to not only to relax, but to show them I was sorry and no hard feelings, I took a deep hit, but this time it was strangely different, my head went into dream land, and all I could hear was that I was loving the pure T in the pipe. The next thing I know is they are all rubbing their hands all over my body and squeezing my cock, the guy that had been face fucking me handed me the pipe, and I tried to refuse, but he squeezed my balls and I inhaled deep from the pain and now barely able to stand. I was feeling so high and warm and now a funny feeling of hornyness had come over me, but I did not know that it was the drugs doing this to me, I was just in a daze. Then next thing I know is my t-shirt was lifted off me and one of the guys had undone my jeans and had them around my ankles along with my underwear. One of them hit me behind my knees causing me to go back to my knees on the floor, where I felt my pants yanked off. The black guy who was face fucking me, said the party was just starting and that they were going to make me a chemed up bitch for black cock before I left, he then walked up to my face with his cock now at my lips and demanded I open my faggot white mouth and get to my new job pleasing his cock. I opened my mouth, not knowing what else to do and began to suck his cock, he then told me how the grab his shaft and cup his balls and to use a lot of spit to get his cock ready to bred me. I was given more hits of poppers and found myself now sucking this giant black cock willingly or at least the drugs had me sucking and starting to feel like it was no big deal, not that the name calling and hair grabbing was not helping. It seemed the more they called me a faggot, bitch, and what they were going to do to me; well I just became what I thought I should be; to service these magnificent black cocks with my now cocksucking white mouth. The guy face fucking me told me to use a lot of spit, because that was what was going to be used to breed my faggot white cunt, and that I wouldn’t be able to walk right for a week when they were done with me. The strange part was that the other three were just standing there with their cocks in hand, but not being aggressive like the guy in my mouth; maybe he was the leader and they were waiting their turn, maybe they just wanted to watch and I would get out of there with just sucking or getting fucked by one cock. Then I thought the later was true, if I got this leader off in my mouth, my ass would be spared and I would never come back or talk about this to anyone. After I got the leaders cock hard and sucking as if my ass depended on it; and it did, he looked down at me and almost knew what I was doing, “think you get this cock off before I take that cherry white ass? Not going to happen bitch”. He then grabbed my hair and stood me up and walked me up to the sink and pushed my face down at the bowl and kicked my feet apart; I then felt what felt like spit on my ass, and this guy now had his cock at the entrance of my ass. The leader then leaned over me and whispered in my ear to hold tight and let him in and it wouldn’t hurt so bad, but it is going to hurt at first, then I hope you love getting fucked as much as I am going to love making you our bitch boy!! His cock started to push and of course I was attempting to hold tight, but one of the other guys came up and slapped my ass HARD and the leader slapped my face, that I forgot about the pain around my ass and thought about the other slaps and in his cock started. I SCREAMED out loud to the point they all started laughing and calling me a queer little bitch who just didn’t know how much I was going to learn to love black meat. One of the guys came up on the other side and gave me the pipe and then a hit of poppers, but my screams made someone notice, an older black guy, I think the janitor walked in and asked “what the fuck was going on”, the look on the janitors face was a look of taken back of four naked black guys and a naked with boy getting fucked in the ass. The fourth guy told the janitor to “get the fuck out and not say a thing or they would make him take my place”; the janitor turned and left as fast as he came in stating he don’t see a fucking thing. The leader never even stopped for a second, just kept pushing further and further up my ass until I felt his balls slapping against mine. A couple more hits of the pipe and poppers I was so fucked up, I hadn’t even noticed that I was now in a slow moan and not screaming to stop, but feeling like a used bitch in heat, I think I was even pushing back somewhat. The leader was now looking at his friends stating “look at white boy shaking his ass, he is liking it”; the leader then told one of the guys to use the other end. One of the guys then pulled me off the sink and they got me to my knees without the leader ever pulling out, I know had a black cock at my mouth and I just opened up and let him in. I never felt so sexy as I did right now, I was a white bitch who was satisfying black men’s cocks and I was liking it, no loving it. My ass and mouth were being used like a girl’s cunt and mouth and I wanted what they do, CUM a lot of cum. The more poppers under my nose, the more I sucked like it was my last, and at that point I was praying I would see these guys again and let them use me. The leader then began to fuck me with a passion, no a mission, FUCK he was about to cum, cum in me and he was poz, his poz cum was about to fill my ass. The leader stated “yeah bitch boy, I am going to cum in that now faggot white cunt and make you a poz chasing black cock bitch. The leader roared and pushed deep and held his cock deep in my ass and asked me if I could feel my life change, because I was now the property of black men who needed to get off. The black cock in my mouth was right behind the leader tell me if I didn’t swallow every drop he would kick my ass all over the bathroom. The pulsing of his cock now evident as I felt the first of several spurts of cum shooting into my mouth and he just kept telling me to swallow; and I did, I was not happy with the pungent taste, but I didn’t want to get beat up more! The guy that had just cum in my mouth and patted my faced stating that I did a good job, but would get better. The leader then pulled out of my ass, fuck did that feel different. The leader then walked up to my face and presented his cock, “get to work and clean me up BITCH”. I really didn’t want to suck a cock that just got out of my ass, but the third guy got down between my legs and shoved his cock ball deep into my ass. I didn’t have time to think as I opened my mouth to scream again, but found the leaders cock in my mouth telling me to be a good cocksucking white bitch and start cleaning, I could taste his cum, my ass and blood, but just did as I was told, knowing I was now defeated. I was cleaning a poz cock that had just raped my ass, had cum, shooting poz cum in my ass and swallow his friends cum and now getting fucked again by another poz cock. As the leader was satisfied that I had done my job, he pulled out and the fourth guy just looked at me with his cock in front of me, I just opened up and took him in, with a few more hits of poppers, I was back in heaven being bred at both ends knowing that I was going to get two more poz loads in me. The guy in my ass grabbed my hips and started to fuck me with a vengeance and I know that he was going to fill me with his hot seed. I heard the leader call me and as looked over I saw he had his phone pointed at me taking either photos or videos of me, I tried to look away, but was ordered to turn and look at him. The leader then looked at the other two and told them to “Do it to him”. They both pulled out and jacked their cum all over my ass and face and then shoved them both back into my holes with cum dripping on my back and down my face and seeing that the camera was still focused on me, I knew I would be at their beck and call till they tired of me. After the other two pulled out, I fell on my stomach and layed there feeling cum dripping down my waist, legs, and face as they all go dressed and told me now to be late for the next meeting if I knew what was good for me. They all walked out laughing, high fiving each other, the leaders last works I heard was, we got another white cunt to turn.

I met my ex 3 years ago online. He was completely different than anyone I had dated before. He was a tall muscular top that was very dominant both in and out of bed. I fell hard for him and found him very hard to resist. Shortly after we started dating, he took me to Steamworks in Chicago. He told me it was his fantasy to watch his bf get fucked by other guys. I was very nervous considering I had never done anything like this before. After we got settled in the room, he threw me face down on the bed and started rimming/fingering my ass. For some reason, it burnt while he was doing it. He wasn't using much lube so I just assumed it was that. After he was done, he told me to stay face down while he went and walked around. When he knocked on the door, I made sure I was in position. I started feeling really horny due to the booty bump he gave me without me knowing. After about 20 min. he knocked and I got ready. He sat down in front of me and told me to suck his cock. After telling me to keep my eyes focused on him, I felt a hand on my ass. The guy he let in started fingering me and I felt the same burn again while he was doing it. After allowing me to take a hit of poppers, the guy behind me lined his cock up to my ass and started pushing inside me. My eyes widened and my bf said everything was ok that he asked the guy if he was neg already. The guy was pretty big and once he slide all the way in, he started pounding my ass. I was really starting to loosen up at this point. I couldn't believe how much I liked what was going on. At some point, the guy must have reached around and opened the door. I was so focused on my bf that when they guy slipped out, I didn't realize that he let someone else slide in. When my bf was done watching, he fucked me several times that night. I left that night thinking the cum in my ass was his, but the two guys that fucked me, stealthed my ass while my bf enjoyed every minute. About a year into our relationship, my bf started introducing chems into our sex life. Love makes you do crazy things and I gave in to him immediately. He told me that the only way to play was bb to enhance the experience. He then told me he had been doing it for months without me knowing. We started hooking up with guys regularly on the weekend. He always watched them fuck me and I never said no to anyone he invited over. I was so fucked up by the end of the weekend that I had to start smoking on the weekdays to just stay awake. As a result, I was always horny and I started looking for other ways to get cock. During my lunch breaks, I would walk over to the cruisy bathroom down the street and suck cock or get fucked. Taking loads from anyone who was there. Afterwards, I would text my bf and tell him what I was doing. He really started to get into this and even started posting CL ads to find guys to fuck me. He would text me their addresses and tell them they would be waiting. Most of the time it was anonymous and I let these guys fuck me without ever seeing them. I couldn't stop what I was doing. The tina was starting to take hold. About 6 months ago, I was slammed for the first time. We had gone to Mans Country in Chicago and he set up a gang fuck before we got there. He told me that this would be the last time he would want me to party. I had no idea what was about to happen. After the rush, I couldn't see straight and I was beyond fucked up. For the first time ever, he reached into our bag and pulled out a hood. With my hands and legs restrained in the sling, I couldn't resist him putting it on and all I could do was mumble. Once he was done setting things up, he opened the door. I couldn't say anything. I just had to watch as guy after guy came in and fucked my ass. I had never had more than 1 or 2 guys playing around with me at one time. I was scared and horny all at the same time. Each time someone slid inside me, you could hear the wetness of the cum as my insides were lubed up. After the 3rd guy, everyone just used the cum that was leaking out of my ass as lube. I heard some of the guys talking with him about some toys they had back in their room. He told them to go get them and that he would get me ready for their return. He closed the door and never took off the hood. I couldn't say anything and I was completely under his control. He tightened the restraints and it was at that point when he said that this had been his plan all along. He had always wanted to take someone and turn them into a bb cumdump that was addicted to meth. I started to cry and he just looked at me and smiled. I craved tina and cum every day now and this was what he always wanted. He let the guys back in and they said they brought a surprise. They pulled out 4 points and said that had one for each of us. It was at that point my bf said the most surprising thing, he didn't party. I had never noticed all this time that he was getting me high and not doing it himself. He then told them that I would be more than happy to take a double slam. As they slid the needles in my arm, my bf slipped his dick in me for the last time. He came in no time and he watched me take off when the last drop was inside me. The rush was so intense and wearing a hood only intensified it. I couldn't do anything but sit there and squirm while the two guys slammed and then started playing with my ass. My bf had cum in me for the last time. He started packing up his things and told the two guys that this had always been my fantasy. He whispered in my ear goodbye and told me that he would be moving out. He left the guys enough money to renew the room when my time was up and he pulled out one last surprise before he left. Another full syringe that he told the guys was there for them to use. I watched as I was fisted and double fucked with dildos. All I did was moan in pleasure. I felt so good that I forgot what had just happened with my bf and I let the tina take over. While they were playing with my ass, I started to leak piss. They collected it in a water bottle and then proceed to give me a piss enema not only with my piss but theirs. My high only intensified as my vision was blurry and the ringing in my ears getting louder. They went and took a break for a few. When they came back they asked if I wanted to stay there or go back to their playroom at their house. For the first time in hours, the hood was unzipped and I could speak. All I could say was I didn't care. They could use me however they wanted or leave me there alone. They asked if I would try to leave if they loosened the restraints. I was so broken at this point that I said no. All I wanted was to get fucked and asked if they would help me. We got dressed and headed to their place. Fast forward to now. I quit my retail job and moved out of my apartment once I started slamming. The two guys I met at Mans Country agreed to let me stay with them as long as I paid rent and I was available to them 24/7. I earn extra money by escorting since I can't seem to hold a job. All I care about is my high and getting fucked. I never thought that I would become this person, but once I gave in, I found that nothing else really matters.

Sorry, I couldn’t help myself with the title. But it’s true. It has been a couple of weeks since our first encounter and, even though he’d showed interest in more, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Plus, this is the busy time of year for him, so I doubted he had much free time. Anyway, I was at the local Walmart, turned a corner, and there he was. Shopping with what I assume was his girlfriend. I wasn’t that surprised. He noticed me, too. He said something to her, she nodded and moved further into the purse department, while he walked away, glancing back at me and giving me a subtle nod of the head. Of course I was following him, and saw that he was going to the bathroom. Really not the best choice if you’ve ever seen them at the Walmart stores -they don’t even have doors on the outside anymore. I followed him in anyway. He went directly into a stall. I saw there was a guy pissing at the wall urinal, so I just washed my hands and he finished up and left. Now we were alone. So I quickly ducked into the stall with the hunky furnace guy. I didn’t know how this was going to go -it was so risky there! He sat down on the toilet and pulled his already hard dick out, which I gave a couple of quick sucks to get it wet. Nothing about this was planned or I would have prepared my ass better. He didn’t seem to care, and I sure as hell wasn’t about to turn down another load from him up my ass. Facing him, I squatted over his cock and lowered my ass onto it. With really no lube except his natural juice, it took some doing. Luckily he does leak quite a bit of precum, so eventually I could feel him sliding into me. Within a matter of minutes I was sitting down completely on his lap. I slowly rode him, loving every second of that meat up my hole. Fuck this was so risky but so hot!! I let my head fall back and let out a silent sigh, or maybe I wanted to moan. I guess it looked that way because he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth. Just then we heard feet and knew that someone had come in. I impaled myself totally on him, and did a little Mission Impossible balancing act with my feet on the wall behind him, and my hands on the door behind me. That way if anyone happened to look under the door, they would only see one set of feet. I think it had been security, too, because they didn’t use a toilet or urinal or the sink. But luckily they did leave. He looked me in the eyes and whispered, “We’re going to have to make this quick.” I was okay with that. I climbed off of him and he stood up. From there I kneeled carefully on the toilet seat and he got behind me -still only one set of feet showing. He entered me from behind, grabbed my hips, and nailed me hard and fast. Within a matter of a minute or two he held in deep, breathed loudly through his nose, and I could feel his dick twitching up my ass and blasting me full of his baby makers. He slowly eased out of me and wiped himself off with a handful of toilet paper -surprisingly he wasn’t messy. He signalled for me to stay in the stall for a second and he opened the door and peeked out -the coast was clear. I pulled up my pants and followed him out. Just then another customer entered and went to the urinals. We stood at the sink, staring at each other in the mirror while we washed our hands. He turned to walk past me and leave, but whispered to me just as he was passing, “Meet me out front in 10.” Yay! I was hoping that meant he was going to give me another load like he had the first time we met. I met him out front in exactly 10 minutes and he immediately began walking when he saw me. When we were out of sight from the doors, I caught up to him. “I told my girlfriend I forgot my wallet in the truck. That should give me enough time to give you another load . . . if you want it,” he said with a very cute grin. “Like you even have to ask,” I laughed. “Where?” I asked him, looking around. It’s not like we could fuck in his truck. “There are some walking trails off this way. With all of the snow, I doubt anyone is using them.” He led me away from the parking lot to a wooded area. When we were far enough out of sight, I just walked to a tree, leaned forward and yanked my pants down, exposing my ass to the very cold winter air. I was thinking this was going to be another quick fuck -I wasn’t sure how the cold was going to affect his cock and balls. Of course my ass was more than hot enough to keep his dick warm, so he jammed right into me now that I was prelubed with his first load of cum. He stood very close to me, wrapping his arms around me from behind, and just began pounding me, rutting into my hungry ass. There was always something about fucking like this, so close to each other, hugging close, that always gets me so hot. I could feel his head near mine, and his warm breath on the back of my neck and ears. He leaned his chin on my left shoulder and whispered as he fucked me. “You like when I fuck you, don’t you?” “I love your dick in me. You can fuck me any time you need. I promise you that. Just give me your load,” I moaned now. “Yeah, you’re a greedy cum slut. Fuck you make me feel better than my girlfriend, that for sure. I love your ass,” he told me, starting to slam me harder and as deep as he could go. It only took another couple of minutes, and then his face was next to mine again as he growled in my ear and unloaded his swimmers deep into my whore ass. We took a moment to catch our breath and straighten our clothes, and then headed back. We re-entered the store as if nothing had ever happened and we’d never even met. He went his way, and I went mine. As I shopped I could feel his loads leaking out of my hole and down the back of my legs. I was glad I was wearing nylon trackies -the wetness wouldn’t show through them. I felt like such a slut doing my shopping while I was literally dripping in cum.

PART 1 It was sometime mid-70's that I decided to buy and flip my first house. I was about 25 years old, single, and had nights, weekends, and summers to do the work. My sister was a realtor and was willing to keep an eye out for just such a venture. I was a teacher who barely made a living and was wanting to have some spending money. Understand that I had saved some money and gotten some more when my grandparents died leaving me a small legacy as well as a godparent who had provided for me in his will. Now, I wanted to make that legacy grow rapidly. Some time mid-March, my sister called and told me she had found the house for me to flip. It was an older home that had an extra large living room, one bedroom, one bathroom, an eat-in kitchen, enclosed back porch, full basement including a coal room, fenced yard, and a relatively new 2-car garage. Looking at it and having it inspected all that it needed was to be cleaned out, painted inside and out, update some plumbing, upgrade the bathroom and kitchen, and install carpet. It sounds like a lot but I was willing to take the time and gamble. The house was in a neighbourhood that was being revitalized by new younger owners who were taking over from original owners. Now, saying all of this one might think why bother to do all the work that was obviously needed. The house had been rental property with good tenants and had run the depreciation life of the owners. It was under priced at fifteen thousand but with the improvements could easily be sold for thirty-five thousand. Closing didn't happen until after Memorial Day and that left me four days until I was free for the summer. Perfect timing. Late Friday afternoon when I had finished my year, I was at my newly acquired property taking measurements and laying out a plan and list of everything I would need. I got up early Saturday morning and went shopping piling everything into the back of my pickup. Everything was put on the enclosed back porch. I then began ripping out carpet and padding taking the strips to the garage. My work was on its way. I had been working for two weeks when I heard someone knocking on the front door. I went to the door and opened it finding a tall lanky guy with a big television set resting on the porch railing. "May I help you?" I asked. "I'm bringing back your tv," he said. This guy was about my age. He was tall probably around 6 feet 3 inches to my 5 feet 10 inches. He had rather long light brown or sandy hair that was bushy. I weighed 155 pounds at the time, and he probably weighed that or maybe even less. He was so lanky and lean looking. He had on a white t-shirt that revealed a broad chest and decided large biceps. Hair sprouted up over the top of his t-shirt which matched the volume he had on his forearms. He had me beat for sure as I was just a small time runner and swimmer. Still, I found him attractive. "Sorry to disappoint you, but that isn't my tv," I said. "I just bought the house. It must belong to the former tenants." "Oh. Well, do you have a way to get in contact with them?" he asked. "No. They weren't my tenants. I could give you the name of the previous owners. They might know how to get in touch with them." I offered. "Okay. Uh, do you mind if I bring this in though? I don't want to leave it out here or in my car," he said. "Sure. Let me help," I said opening the storm door and locking it open. I went outside, and the two of us picked up the heavy table top set and moved it inside setting it on the floor. "They paid for the repairs already. I can't believe they haven't called to let us know they were moving," he said. "Well, there's no accounting for some people's thought processes. Come on back to the kitchen where I have the information," I said. I turned and began walking through the living room toward the kitchen followed by the delivery guy. I rummaged through my papers finding the name and number of the previous owners. I wrote it on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Are you doing all the work here yourself?" he asked. "Yes. It's an investment. I'm tearing out all the old and putting in new and updating where it's needed," I said. "I should be able to sell it for a nice profit unless something goes wrong. Would you like to see all of it?" "Oh, yeah. I'd like that," my unexpected guest said. I took him on the grand tour much as it was ending in the basement. "This is what I haven't figured out just what to do with yet. It will need a heating source if it's going to be of any use. What I find really interesting is the old coal storage room. It still has the exterior coal door but that's welded shut now. There aren't any windows, and it's totally black when the door is closed." I laughed. "I have had some fun thinking about how the room could be used." I laughed again. "I don't understand. What do you mean?" he asked looking at me cocking his head. I motioned for him to follow me. I opened the door and stepped inside. He followed me inside, and I closed the door. "OH, MAN!" he said.

A few years ago I hooked up regularly with this hot younger guy with a huge uncut cock. We would always arrange to meet in a public restroom. He would slide his cock under the stall divider, I'd lube him up with some spit, and then I'd lower my ass down on his bare cock. He'd pump in and out my ass until he came. And he shot the biggest loads I've ever experienced. I didn't realize until a few years later that he was barely 18 the first time we hooked up. We had chatted on A4A and finally agreed to meet up in one of the busiest men's room of the university student union late at night. He took the back handicap stall, stripped completely, and wasted no time sliding his thick 8” under the stall. I checked to be certain no other guys were lingering around. We were alone, so I got down on my knees and sucked until his cock was covered with spit. I spit on my fingers and lubed up my hole. Then I squatted slowly onto his cock, taking the entire length until I felt his balls rest against my ass. He wasted no time, thrusting hard in and out of my ass. He pounded my hole for nearly ten minutes before busting his nut deep in my ass. He didn’t make any noise when he came, but I felt his cock quiver in my ass and knew he was cumming. When he pulled out, the hot thick cum dripped out my ass onto the tile floor. About to stand up, I felt a finger probe my hole. He pulled out a cum-covered finger and licked it clean. He continued to eat his cum from my ass until I blew my load on the floor. I watched his hand slide between my legs, scoop the cum up off the floor, and slide back to his stall where he licked the load off his fingers. A few months later he asked to meet up in the men’s room of a nearby gym. It was a typical men’s room: three stalls on one side and three urinals directly across from them. I noticed immediately, however, that there was no door separating the men’s room from the locker room. Anyone walking by could see under the stalls. This place was risky. No warning if someone came in the room. He didn’t seem to care, and I was so horny that I didn’t care. He slipped off his gym shorts (no underwear) and thrust his cock under the stall. I peeked through the crack of my stall and noticed a young guy standing at one of the sinks about twenty feet away. Then I peeked under the stall and watched several guys wander past the men’s room. Without a doubt, I thought, someone will catch us. I shifted my backpack and jacket around to block as much as possible from the view of passers-by. He had stayed in the same position, so I lubed his cock with my spit and slammed my ass down on it. He fucked me hard for maybe three minutes before loading me up, and this time he moaned aloud as he shot his cum up my ass. The entire locker room could have heard that moan. I peeked under the stall but didn’t see anyone—what a relief! He quickly dressed and left. I moved to another stall, hung my bag and jacket on the back of the door, and waited for a few minutes before leaving. Two guys came into the room and chatted at the sink: “I can’t believe those guys were fucking in here.” He didn’t realize I was still sitting in a stall with cum dripping out of my hole. Some time later he asked to meet in the men’s room of a downtown public building. The men’s room saw scant foot traffic during the late afternoon, definitely a safer place than our last rendezvous. Again, he wasted no time getting down to business. He pulled down his jeans, lubed up his cock, and slid under the stall. As I started to squat down, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard, impaling me on his harder than usual cock. He slammed hard for a few minutes, slowed down, and sped up again. This went on for fifteen minutes before I felt his balls slap my ass. I could feel his cock pulsate in my hole as he filled me with his load. This time he kept his cock in my ass and slowly eased it in and out. Within a few minutes, he was rock hard again and started to pound my hole. I could feel his cum dripping down my leg, a feeling so hot that I busted my nut all over the floor. He continued to drill my hole and, with a sudden pause, loaded me up again. He pulled out fast, and some of his cum poured onto the floor. In a whispering voice, he told me to use my fingers, pick it up off the floor, and lick it off my fingers. As I licked up his cum, I felt his tongue probe my freshly fucked hole, sucking and eating his cum from my ass. It was one of the hottest fucks I can ever remember.

This is a true story: On 1/28/16 I was diagnosed as being POZ , the news hit my BF and I hard as he too tested POZ. Over the last year we had been doing a lot of PNP and had not been taking our meds the way we should have, so we have no one to blame but our selves. I'm not going to hide what my status is so on groups like this and others I listed I was now POZ. With in hours I started to get emails asking me to give them the gift of becoming POZ. This one person kept hounding us to no end , so my BF and l went to a local Starbucks to meet him and try to talk him out of this for 3 hours, as he kept saying either we POZ him or he will find someone else. All the wile my dick is getting harder and harder just thinking of doing this, before he leaves we tell him to do a very deep clean out like you are going to be fisted. Later I ask my BF how he felt about doing this and he said if he could bend him over the table and dry fuck right in Starbucks. We call him back and said we will do it as we have friend who place we can use. As we ride over to Brooklyn our dick are raging hard and can't wait to start. We told the one we are about to POZ that we are bring over some friends to witness this and he agrees. Once we get there we ask him for the last time about taking our toxic loads that could make him POZ , all he says is he wants it. He is on the bed and I take out a dildo get him on all fours, I spit on his pink hole and start to work it in his so to be wreck hole. The only lube we will use is our toxic spit. As we both have a PA this might help as I lost the coin flip as to who is to be first. My BF is not going to be gentle as this is not love but to do all we can to bury our toxic seed in his ( We hope ) in his former neg hole and he gets his wish of being POZZED for life. I get sloppy seconds but it's ok as his hole is now well lube hole with my BF cum. I'm really getting off as the people watching are calling him a pig and he is getting off as they are also using him as a urinal when they have to piss. We even have him clean off our dicks after we shoot our loads in his hole. By the time we are finished the BF and I dump 4 loads each in his hole and after we are finished we shove a large butt plug in his hole and tell him to not take it out for 8 hours and give us a call about what comes out. Then we kick him out and the real party starts as we now become the cum dumps for thous who witness this.

Most of this week I was talking to this really hot guy from Tennessee on Grindr. It turned-out he was originally from my area although he was planning a trip back for only the second time in 11 years, although he wants to move back to be near his family and may be doing so in the next few months. He had his status online, I tend not to post mine, but I don't hide it when asked. As it's only been three months, I am still working out how to deal with disclosing. Anyway, after several days of chatting, last night me messaged to tell me he really needed a release, as it had been over a week since he came. I told him to come over and he could do as he pleased with my ass. He said he would be over in about 30 minutes, giving me time to get ready. He also said the he wanted to eat my ass for a while, but that he wanted me to find something sweet for him to eat while doing it. When he got here, I was not disappointed. His pics did not do him justice, just super hot, early 30's, a little scruff, great fit body and and amazingly perfect 8" cock. I took him up to my room and immediately started taking his clothes off. I had to to have that cock in my mouth. I spent the next 30 minutes playing with his cock, licking and sucking on it. Then he said he wanted to eat my ass. and asked what I had come up with for a sweet treat. I had made cinnamon rolls earlier, so I had some left over frosting and handed it to him. He pulled my ass in the air, swirled some of the frosting around my hole and then stared in. I have never experienced a better, hotter more amazing rim job in my life. He went at me for a good twenty minutes. Finished off the frosting, and then had his tongue the entire way up my hole. I started begging him to put his cock in me. He lubed up and slipped inside. With me on all fours, he proceeded to pound my hole for about 15 minutes. He would slow down when he was close and then start up again. Finally, he let loose with an enormous load in my hole. I could feel his cock throbbing deep in me and he shot at least eight or nine big shots up my ass. Then he started pounding me again for a few minutes. I was hoping for a second load, but he didn't make it that far, but rather finally collapsed in exhaustion. I just sat on the bed catching my breath while he dressed and then I saw him. I am really hoping he does move back now, it would be so awesome to be able to get together with him on a regular basis and have a poz bud with whom to play.

PART 2 I laughed once more. "I told you. It's a perfect dungeon. Put a couple of red lights in here would make this a wonderful dungeon to play in. But, since I'm not going to live here, I'll leave that up to any future owner." "You know, it would be fun just the way it is with no lights. Invite some people over and have them all come in here and play tag or hide-and-go seek." he said. "Or . . ." he laughed "you could have a party where people moved around trying to guess who they ran into." And, with the last eight words being spoken, I could tell my guest was moving away from me. The next words came from across the room and were just audible. "It's a perfect place for all kinds of potential play time. I just thought of a game. Everybody comes in, the door is closed, then, everybody moves to somewhere on a wall. Someone says 'go' and everyone moves around trying to find the others. When you feel a hand on you, you have to take off some clothing until everybody is naked. Sort of a cross between strip poker and blind man's buff." I stood there processing his words saying finally, "Sounds like an excellent party game to me. I wonder if it could really work?" "Let's see if it would," I heard quietly from a new position in the room. I moved from my spot and began a slow steady advancement in the dark with my arms stretched out. I met several times a wall and re-directed my search. My steps were as light as possible so as not to give away my position yet wanting to be found. As I made a turn to my left, I felt a hand touch my back. I jumped. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I quietly giggled. This was fun. Hands now grasped my arms and a presence was felt behind me. The same hands reached down pulling my t-shirt out of my pants and pulled it up and over my head. An arm wrapped itself around my chest pulling me backwards until I was standing back to front of my guest and game opponent. I felt his head lowering itself until his mouth was near my ear where I could hear his breathing. "Toss clothes to the walls for safety," he said and then he was gone. Once more we stalked each other in the darkness. Round and round we went quietly. He found me three more times removing both my shoes and a sock. Then, the tables turned. I found him three times removing his t-shirt and both shoes. Next came off my other sock. He lost both of his socks. Once more I found him and his pants came off with a slowness. Each item of clothing had actually been removed by the one who found the loser. The score now was I had on my work pants and underwear, and he had on his underwear. It was a heady game and exciting. My cock was definitely aroused and leaking pre-cum. I knew it was happening but was focused on finding him in the blackness of the room so that I could claim victory. But, my advantage was lost after several minutes. A hand touched and then quickly grabbed my hand. The unseen hand followed up my arm and once more I felt a presence behind me. I felt my belt being unbuckled, jeans unsnapped, zipper lowered, and then the jeans pushed down to the floor where I stepped out of them. I heard them hit the wall and then the floor. "Looks like the next find we'll have a winner," I heard whispered in my ear and then the hands removed from me as there was a silent movement away from me. I stood breathing heavily. This was exciting and a total turn on for me. I moved off in search of my prey as I was being searched for as prey. Round and round and across the room I moved and supposed my opponent did likewise. I positioned myself in corners and even crouched down with arms and hands stretched out trying to win. No such luck. Then, I moved along a wall until I reached a corner. At the corner, I began to move along the next wall finding it to be short. I now knew my position in the room. My ears were alert trying to hear any sound at all as my mind tried to develop a plan of attack to find my opponent. I settled on attempting to cross the room to the opposite corner moving my arms to my side and in front of me. I started out for my new destination going slowly. No doubt it took only a couple of minutes or so to make that diagonal travel across the room but it seemed like hours. My right hand came to touch a wall as my right arm slowly moved back to a frontal position as my left arm swung away from my front to my left side. Just as I touched the wall with my right hand, I felt the palm of a hand touch my stomach. I stopped, sighed, and lowered my arms. My ears detected a rising form in front of me that moved to my side and then behind me. "You lost," came a whispered declaration. With that, I felt thumbs work their way into the band of my underwear and began to push them downward to the floor where I stepped out of them. I was now naked with a cum-dripping cut seven inch cock that was half filled with blood. Once again I felt a presence behind me for the seventh time. But, this time was different. As I stood there in defeat breathing deeply, I was asked in a whisper, "How do you like the game?" "It's a hot game to play for sure," I said. "It is for sure. But, now, the winner gets to claim his prize," a whispered voice said in my ear. "You do believe the winner should get a prize, don't you?" I stood there breathing deeply with excitement as I shook slightly. I had to clear my throat three times before I could safely respond. "What prize is there?" "Well, the game was played in the dark. Don't you think the prize should be something also in the dark?" the whispered question was asked. "Yes, the prize should be something also in the dark," I heard myself agree. "And, shouldn't the winner name the prize?" a barely audible whisper hit my ear drum. "Shouldn't the winner decide what he wants for a prize? Shouldn't the loser be willing to give up the prize?" The whispering became even fainter as I perceived a mouth ever so close to my ear. "The winner takes his prize no matter what it is," I said almost choking through the dry mouth and throat that I now had.

Joey’s New Life, Day 1: Sir and I got back in the car, this time I was made to sit in the passenger seat. He drove and I asked him where we were going. “I’m taking you back to your dorm.” We sat mostly in silence as he drove. “Sir, why me?” He looked at me and said, “What do you mean?” “Why did you do this to me? Why did you rape me and then let those other guys rape me?” “To make you learn a lesson you needed to know. You flaunt your ass around in places you shouldn’t, to guys you REALLY shouldn’t, and then don’t spread your legs? You were a fucking cock tease and you got punished. You enjoyed it though; you shot five loads, all while getting fucked and taking loads. Only a true cum whore would cum, without touching himself, so many times while getting fucked.” “No, I didn’t enjoy it. I wanted to die each time a guy shoved his dick in me. More so, each time another load was shot in me.” “I don’t know boy, your cock tells me you liked it. In fact, it’s telling me that now.” I looked down, and my crotch was sticking up in the tight shorts. “No, this isn’t… I’m not…” “Take your cock out boy, right now.” “I can’t, not in the car.” A slap across the face, bouncing my head off the window, “Do it now, boy.” I unbuttoned the shorts and pulled my cock out. It was rock hard and the head was glistening with fresh pre-cum. My pubes were crusted together in clumps from cum drying in them. “Jerk off boy. Show me how you didn’t like being a cum dump.” I reached down and began jerking off as we drove down the freeway. Memories of some of the more brutal and disgusting incidents flashed into my head, causing me to gag in disgust and want to scream in agony. My cock was rock hard, but no matter what the thoughts were, it continued to throb. I looked over and there was an older guy driving a SUV, and he was glancing over. He saw me jerking off and smiled and nodded his approval. I mouthed, “Fuck you,” and Sir slapped me again, causing the other driver to laugh. As we pulled onto campus, I felt the tell-tale sign of my cumming. However, when I finally came, only a drop or two of cum came out. “That’s what your last couple of loads were like last night. I think you successfully emptied every set of balls, even yours, in your partying.” We pulled into the parking lot of the dorm, finding a parking space as far from my building as we could. “Let’s go boy, time for your walk of shame.” We got out and walked toward the dorm. People looked at me, some briefly glancing and turning away in revulsion, others staring. Several girls, and a few guys smiled and nodded approval. One guy watched me, licked his lips, and as I passed him, grabbed my ass. I turned on him and snapped, “Don’t touch me.” He smiled back and said, “Oooh, look at you trying to be a man. I think I’ll be more than touching that fine ass pretty soon.” I noticed several people standing around and watching, some with phones out recording this. I weakly responded, “Fuck you.” He slapped my ass, with several people laughing at me, leaned in to my ear and whispered, “Bitch, you the one getting fucked. And as wet as your ass is, I think you know that.” People laughed as my face turned red and I tried to run toward my dorm. “BOY.” I froze at the severity of his tone and turned back to him. “Get your ass back over here, NOW.” I started back toward him and the other guy was looking from my face to Sir, who continued to stare at me. Everyone else had stopped at the snap of Sir’s command, and all eyes were on me. I stopped in front of Sir and hung my head down. What the hell am I doing, acting like some whipped puppy in front of dozens of people, some who I recognized from classes or the dorms. “What do you say to this man?” I looked at the guy who grabbed me and could not say anything. “Boy…” I looked to Sir and back to the guy and mumbled an apology. He heard me and smirked, but Sir was not satisfied. “Louder and clearer, so everyone hears.” The red in my face and the heat of the embarrassment increased ten-fold. “I apologize for being disrespectful to you.” The guy just smirked more and said, “You’ll be sorry later, BITCH.” People laughed and resumed their travels. Sir and I walked on, him smiling at my clear embarrassment. Sir handed me my wallet, keys and my phone as we stood by the door. He gently took my chin in his hand, and lifted my head to look at him. For a brief second, I feared he was gonna kiss me. I wish he had. He spat, loudly and wetly, right onto my face, causing a splatter due to the closeness on impact. “Enjoy your day boy. I think your world is going to change very quickly and very soon. Don’t wipe that off. Go, get your bag for class, and don’t even think of changing clothes; that’s your outfit for the rest of the day, or at least until you’re told to strip. I’ll check in on you when the time is right. Until then, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT YOU PATHETIC FAGGOT.” People looked at us, at me after he turned and walked away. I wanted to curl up and die, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. As I turned go into the dorm, my phone buzzed as a text came in. “Emergency team meeting, 9:30. Locker room.” I had just over an hour until my world ended. I went upstairs and to my room, noticing stares from other guys and hearing laughter from rooms. At one door, which was wide open, I heard a couple of guys laughing and heard the unmistakable sounds of Sir yelling “Boy.” One of the guys laughed and said, “I never thought he was a faggot. But, at least now I know where to go when my girl won’t put out.” They both laughed and I got out of the doorway, before they could see me. I got my bag and opened my closet, thinking of changing clothes. More memories of my gangrape came back, causing my hole to burn in agony. I closed the door and walked out of the room.

This will serve as the final chapter of Cody's Return. I hope you guys like it. CHAPTER 20 - EPILOGUE Cody: The sunlight flowing into the bedroom was warm, it was early, and I felt as if I had slept for days. Waking up cuddling naked with my Dad was the best feeling in the world. He wasn't , however, just cuddling. He was apparently awake and horny, rubbing his cock in the crack of my ass, rubbing my chest and kissing my neck. “Ohhhhhhhhhh…. “, I moaned, pushing back a bit to let him know I wanted his cock inside my hole, yet again. “Hmmm… looks like someone is finally awake." It was Sam’s voice, and then I remembered I didn’t go home the night before. I had stayed at Sam’s house after the little bareback orgy he planned for me. I wonder if all of the guys who fucked me were HIV+ or if he was the only poz guy. All of these thoughts flashed through my mind in just the few seconds after he spoke, but my entire response was a light moan, and “Ohhhh… your cock feels so good Sam." “Oh yeah?” he replied, giving me another kiss. “You like this? With that I felt his wet cock rubbing and poking against my fuck hole. “Very much.” Sam's hand moved somewhere, but I wasn't sure what he had in mind, although I was sure has cock was oozing a generous amount of precum, which was seemingly coating my entire backside. “Tell me what you want baby… say it.” “I want you. Fuck me, Sam." “Oh yeah? You want THIS poz cock inside your ass?” His cock was now pressing firmly against my hole. “Is this what you want Cod?” I want to say more but all I can get out is a “Yeah." His cock was leaking am amazing amount of precum, both on and around my ass, that I had the impression he had actually pissed on me - or all of the cum from last night leaked out. “Tell me Cody… say the words … tell me how much you crave poz cock.” “I want it … I ...." I had no idea what words I was attempting to assemble, so I fell back on a standby: “I want your poz cock so bad right now.” I always wake up horny, and Sam’s menstruations on my ass were getting me worked up. I was aware my ass was, in all likelihood, quite sore, but I didn't care - I needed to be fucked: I wanted Sam’s cock and cum. “I want your poz cock Sam, I want you to fuck your poz cum into me like you did last night… Please.” “Good boy… that’s what I needed to hear.” Sam knew how to keep me on an edge. His cock, the precum, his strong arms holding my body, his lean torso holding me in check, and the kisses, that endless stream of wet kisses he was planting on my neck. He knew how to get his way with a man, and the pressure of his cock against my hole would not be denied, but it could be directed. “Sam … I want to see your face while you breed me.” "While I breed you….” “While you breed me deeply”, repeating the words that I knew would excite him. And they were working. “Sounds fucking hot to me, baby boy,” as Sam shifted positions, pushing my legs up and onto his shoulders. Now I could see what he had been doing: he was holding his camera, obviously recording our foreplay, and no doubt intending also to record our sex. My legs in position on his shoulders left my ass feeling completely exposed, so vulnerable, and since Sam was teasing my hole with cock, I absolutely yearned to feel his cock head breaching my ass. Of course he was thinking along the same line, so I was further excited when he announced “I love this hole baby boy… I’m going to fuck another huge load of my poz babies deep inside it.” I couldn't think, I was so horny. I could only moan in agreement, “Yeaaaas….” “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want this poz cock to fill you with poz cum?” “Yes … Yes.” Somehow I managed to focus long enough to look directly at him, and likewise into his camera this time, “I want it Sam. I want you to fuck and breed my ass with poz cum. I want you to fuck me balls deep and dump your load inside me.” I was so turned on the words simply poured out of me. “Yes baby boy… don’t worry… you’re gonna get what you want.” Then I felt it. As Sam pointed the camera down at my ass, he firmly pressed the head of his cock against my hole and slid it inside my body. “Good boy. Good boy, you’re getting that poz dick you want so bad now. You feel that Cod?” I let out another moan, “Yeaaas.” “Fuck… oh fuck...,” I moaned as I felt him. As expected, my ass was sore from the abuse it had taken the night before, but I didn’t want him to stop. I absolutely love getting fucked, and this was no exception. Not to mention I needed this fuck. “Fuck me Sam, please fucking breeeeed me.” Sam responded by sliding his cock slowly every deeper into my ass as he murmured “Don’t worry boy. You’re gonna be full of my poz cum.” “Ohhh… ohhhhh… ohhhhh fuck... owww... ahhh”, the moans continued to escape me as he pushed all the way in, my legs up around his shoulders, his balls resting firmly against my ass. At that point he paused, giving my ass a chance to adjust to his cock. “Sam am I ... you know." “Are you what Cod?” “Am I ….," I stammered, "Poz? Am I gonna be poz now? I mean all this sex and all the poz cum inside my ass.” I swallowed as I said the words, feeling a bit flush. Then his cock begans to move. I can see him thinking as he fucked me. “Cod, the last guy we group fucked was Jake. He tested positive for HIV just a week or two ago … letting HIV+ men breed you can lead to you being poz,” punctuating his words with his cock each time. “I know … ahhhhh… ahhhh… I know.” Sam kept his eyes on me as he spoke about Jake, even as he fucked my ass. “Jake is … err was … more of a bottom guy like you Cod.” “Was?” “Yeah… he decided he’s going to top more now that he tested positive … I think he likes the idea of sharing it.” I moaned again as Sam kept fucking me, “Ohhhhh…. Ahhhhhh… ok… I… ahhhhh.” I can feel the sweat collecting on Sam’s chest and I can smell his arm pits, he starts long dicking me, “I think you should consider doing that, too … if you end up HIV+ I mean.” Once again words were hard to find, but I managed to croak “Hot.” I kept my eyes on Sam, watching him deftly handle the camera at varying angles, striving to capture the scene of this escapade, using my ass, plunging his poz cock in and out to our mutual pleasure. “You know, baby, you may already be poz. It's really possible, babe, you gotta know that.” Our eyes were locked on each other as he fucked me. Of course I already knew the answer before he voiced the words. “Yeahhh … yeah Sam … ahhhh … I might b….” I could barely think or respond coherently, but clearing my throat, I thought to myself 'Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am poz. After everything I've done'. “Sam… Sam… ohhhhhh… fuck…. Ohhhh that feels so good, … love your cock.” “Yeah baby… take it… take Daddy’s poz cock.” “Ohhhh fuck… oh fuck.” The words and moans ran together. Part of me was rationally scared of the prospects of being poz, but the sensation of Sam's poz cock sliding in and out of my fuck tunnel was exactly what I needed to feel. Between my moans my mind raced from the hot sensations in my ass to Sam’s bare cock to my Dad. "Hey Sam, do you think Dad will be okay? If … if I’m poz now?” "Your Dad? Why wouldn't he be? What are you thinking?" Sam asked without pausing. “Dad… my Dad… do you think he’ll be ok if…," I gulped as I felt his cock stabbing inside me. "If you convert?" Sam interrupted, finishing my sentence. “Yes… he’ll love you even more if you’re poz, Cody, I’m sure of it.” 'Even more'. Then I drew the connection: Sam was regularly fucking my Dad, which begs the question 'Is my Dad poz? Is that why he’s been fucking me so much lately? My head started to swim a bit with all the thoughts, but for now, I kept them to myself. Sam continued recording us, his bare cock is not letting up. “Cod, he loves you. Very much. I think … I know he’ll be okay.” "Ahhhhhh… ahhhhhh… fuck…. Oh fuck.” Sam’s cock was rubbing against my prostate over and over, so it wasn't surprising when suddenly “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...,” I groaned, a huge squirt of precum flying out of my cock and onto my chest. “Oh fuck! That’s so fucking hot baby boy," Sam praised, his camera recording the clear liquid which was splattered across my abdomen and pecs. "Just look at that," he continued, some of which he scooped-up and fed to me. I gladly cleaned off his fingers. “Just in that moment… your ass felt so good, so tight. Keep doing that and you’re going to get a very big load of my poz cum deep in your ass.” “Oh yeah? You gonna poz breed me Sam? FUCK! … So hot … Give it to me Sam, do it, fuck me full speed.” At this point Sam was powerfully fucking me, so it was hardly surprising he could barely hold the camera, but physical challenges notwithstanding, Sam leaned down to plant a kiss on me as he passed the camera to me saying “Here hold this baby. Point it at my cock. I want to capture the moment you take another load of my poz cum.” “Fuck yeah, breed… ohhhhhhhh… FUCKING BREED MY ASS!” I looked up at Sam. His eyes were shut, his mouth agape as he muttered “Yeah … yeah boy…. Ohhhhhh… ohhhhhhhh…. Ahhhh… so close, soooooooooo… AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHH.” His face clinched as he held steady, deep inside my ass. “Fuck yeah… fuck yeah … give me… cum,” I urged. My plea earned yet another groan, “Ahhhhhh… ahhhhhhhhhh… Ahhhhhhhhh…," by which I knew Sam’s cock was unloading what was undoubtedly a huge load of his poz cum into my ass. And there I was, begging him for it. What did that say about me? I could barely focus on anything, all I could feel was Sam's magnificent cock buried deep in my hole, his cock and his nut sac spasming. It was so fucking hot, so twisted, all I can think to say is I was in bliss. It seemed as if an hour passed during which Sam remained lodged deep in my hole, but eventually his eyes opened and a smile formed. I also noticed he was soaked in sweat. “That’s so hot,” he remarked, a smile of satisfaction on his face. Returning his smile, I replied "Yeah … so hot … and now I’m full of your poz cum.” “Again”, he corrected as I squeezed my ass around his cock to punctuate my remarks. “I don’t know if it’s a big load this time but you definitely got another poz load from me, and I fucked it in so deep this time.” Sam stared at me intently, then leaned over to kiss me. We briefly made out, which was decidedly difficult given our relative positions, but not once did he remove his cock. A few more minutes passed, when both of our phones buzzed. “I bet I know who that is.” “Yeah ... gotta get you home to your Dad – bet he’s missing you and is as horny as fuck.” “He always is," I replied as we both got to our feet. “Why don’t you get us some towels from that cabinet and start the shower while I take care of this,” Sam muttered as he checked his camera, connecting it to his computer. Two minutes later Sam appeared in the bathroom, kissed me, and we both headed towards the shower. "Oops, one sec … gotta pee first,”, he remarked. A smirk formed on my face as I looked at his cock suggesting “Don’t waste that.” Giving me a mischievous look, a look I promptly returned, we stepped into the shower, the warm water streaming against Sam's back as he pressed his body against mine and we resumed making out. Suddenly a prolonged spurt of warm water squirted between our chests, almost as if the shower head had somehow redirected its flow, but instead of that improbable arrangement, as I anticipated, Sam was using my chest as his toilet, which got me to recall my Dad really likes it when I drink from the tap, and he has also used my ass as his toilet, which led me to wonder 'Would Sam be interested? There's only one way to find out'. I looked up at him again, he looked down at his cock, and I decided I really wanted to swallow his piss right then and there. Getting on my knees, his pissing cock practically smacked me in the face. It took a couple of seconds to get his cock head into my mouth, and in just those few seconds he pissed on my face, neck and hair. All I could smell was Sam’s piss. I immediately did my best to gulp down Sam’s golden nectar, which earned me his praise: “Ohhhh fuck … that’s so hot baby boy … that’s it … drink all of me.” I kep my head down and focused on his pissing cock and realize how strong his morning piss really tastes. Morning piss mightn't be my favorite, but I was determined to show him I could drink from the tap … as much as he could give. Too soon, however, his flow slowed to a dribble. After I swallowed the last few drops, I got to me feet and Sam once again kissed me, murmuring “That’s so fucking hot," and then, looking down at my cock he looked back at me and asked with a grin “I don’t suppose …." “Oh, hell, yeah.” With that Sam squatted down in front of my cock, awaiting my piss. Now, normally I can piss almost anywhere but I hadn't cum yet that morning, and it took a bit more time than usual to relax the muscles, but eventually we got to the right place. "That’s it… its … its....." Sam took my cock head in his mouth, and my piss flowed strongly. He nearly choked from the volume, but I did my best to ease up and he found a rhythm that worked. I can see his Adam’s apple moving up and down as he drank from 'Cody’s fountain'. We finally showered, and when dressed I was about to leave when Sam handed me a USB drive saying “Here take this, tell your Dad thanks for letting me borrow it.” I nodded, exchanged a farewell kiss, and I was out the door. Looking at my phone I saw I had texts from Adam, the guy Chris he brought over that time and a ton of them from Dad, who I texted saying “Love you … Be home soon.” The thought crossed my mind 'I’m really might be HIV+ now… I need to talk to Dad, I need to go get tested … and I really want to talk to that guy Jake'. My head again began to swim. There was so much to think about. In addition my cock got hard as I thought about Sam's comments on Jake's transition from bottoming to topping. I could see myself following the same path. At this point, however, I knew more fun was in store, and that I would be okay. I headed out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cody will soon return in a new story with his Dad and the others.

Chapter 2, Cry Wolf: Four days after I loaded up my golden goose Edmund with my charged load, relieved him of his gold Rolex, and secured a kick ass paying job to babysit some little shit who was the age of a man, but trapped in a wild child’s body, I was sitting on the Metro on my way to downtown DC to meet Edmund’s factor. Basically ‘factor’ was a fancy name for the dude who pays the bills or something. I didn’t really care as long as I got what I was promised. Most folks would be worried that the dude would have backed out or not meant what he said when my long black snake was buried to the hilt up his willing ass. Well, not me. My goose would do anything to keep me around and dealing with his fucked up stepson was just a bonus. Now, must hustlas can’t see the forest for the trees. Not me. I didn’t get to be Master Sergeant by being stupid, short sighted, or a man without vision. I planned to see this play out for the long game and as I looked at my reflection in the Metro window, the glint of gold on my wrist, I nodded and smiled with satisfaction knowing I was on my way. Edmund asked me several times before he left the motel if I would fuck him again if I took the job, and I assured him I would. Hell, the kid may be setting me on the right path, but the goose – fuck – this was a hustle that would take me to the end zone and set me up for a good fucking long time. Yeah my dick was big, I was hot and knew it, and I could get any piece of ass or pussy I wanted all day long. Does that shit pay the bills though? No. Better to use my charms and focus on the big pay day and then be done with it. Speaking of charms, my 10.5 incher was pulsing with need as I had not busted a load since the last one shot up Edmund’s ass four days ago. I planned to make today a day the kid would remember – the day he met MASTER SERGEANT MAURICE LECLAIRE – UNITED STATES MARINE AND ALL AROUND TOP DAWG AND BITCH USER AND ABUSER. Edmund had said the kid was 100% straight, although the wife didn’t think he was sexual at all – too fucked up on drugs, too clueless, and too stupid to care one way or the other. He was a kid with intense passions for what his rich life could offer and I could relate. My passions and wants ran high too, but I was a Marine and I fucking controlled mine, and he would too before I was done with him. I also knew that before the day was done I would: - split his man pussy wide open - POZ his cherry hole - Make him beg for my horse dick - Pad my wallet, drain my balls, and get my freak on - Show him how a stone-cold-Top rolls Hmmm. So many options. - I could just beat the fuck out of the kid and rape him - I could drug him and knock him out and then breed him - I could tie him up and take my time, tease him before I dig him out - Or I could put the fear of Master Sergeant into him and scare the fuck out of him so that he saw me as his best hope Maybe all of the above. Blaze and Breed and Eat, Beat, and Skeet. I exited the Metro, tugged my saggy jeans up just a bit, not too much though as I enjoyed the stares I got when folks noticed my glutes flexing through the thin cotton of my trunks. With my baseball cap tilted to the left and my old-school baseball jacket on, I entered the fancy building on K Street and made my way to the 11th floor and entered by the sign of 7 names beside the door – Johnson, Cobson, Johnson, Morrow, Turner, Boyton and Turner. The receptionist wet herself a little as I walked in and smoothed my introduction. Maybe some other time I’d have banged her in the john just for the hell of it and given her a gift to take home to the hubby, but not today. Today was business. I had barely sat down and flipped open some magazine when an old man with white hair, silver wire framed glasses and slight limp came around the corner, extended his hand, and said as a statement of fact, “Mr. LeClaire.” I followed the factor – whichever of the 7 he was – back into his corner office. He offered me a seat, made his way behind his large oak desk, shuffled some papers and as he looked at me he noticed the gold Rolex prominently on my wrist. “You have exquisite taste,” he complimented me, “and I do believe Mr. Edmund has a watch similar to that.” I nodded my thanks, my dick shifted, I chuckled on the inside – if he only knew. Now down to business. The factor continued, “Edmund and his wife have gone on holiday. Vacation. I believe he discussed a weekend away or something with you, but in light of recent – shall we say turmoil with the young Mister and your impending arrival – he felt it best they extend this trip by a few weeks at least if that would be agreeable?” Like I gave a fuck. The deal was I would handle the kid my way, my rules, my limits so whether my goose was around or not did not matter beyond some extra benefits flowing my way. No worries. He’d make it up to me, I’d make sure of that. Hearing no objection the factor continued, “As agreed, you will have a vehicle provided. Here are the keys. I believe you will find it to your liking. It is a 2016 Escalade Platinum, with Red Passion paint, 22" 6-spoke chrome wheels, power seats, window shades, tinted windows, the works.” I smiled, nodded, picturing the $110,000+ price tag, and he continued as he handed me a large, thick envelope, “This contains $5,000 cash for minor expenses and a black card for anything else you may need. Please keep all receipts as possible. There is a list of contact numbers including mine, our private detective’s if you need law enforcement support, the family physician’s, directions to the home, a key to the main house and the guest house where the young Mister lives. Staff from the main house can provide you whatever you may need. The young Mister is NOT allowed into the main house – period. He is not allowed to drive having wrecked more than one car, including his mother’s beloved convertible just this week. All of the other details are in there as well. Background on his rehab and more. In closing, I must state I find this whole enterprise somewhat unorthodox, but given the trouble this child has cause, the pain the family has experienced, and the resources and efforts put towards setting him right with no success by myself and others…well…I just wish you luck. Finally, I will need your signature on these non-disclosure agreements and your employment contract, and your fingerprints here. Of course your Marine Corps/Department of Defense file has been thoroughly checked and vetted and the fingerprints are only so we can provide you a personalized security access card for the estate.” The brand new Escalade was waiting for me when I got down stairs, as was a sweet-assed little valet who I would have guided to the closest stairwell and jumped on his ass under other circumstances. Man my dick was throbbing. I had not gone this long without blowing my POZ wadd in ass and pussy for years, so time to get this show on the road. The V8 revved, the tunes cranked up, my fat blunt was smoking. I threw my duffel in the back, and Tops was on a mission. I took a few minutes to scan the kid’s file and noted several interesting things such as his preference for certain drugs as well as his habit of calling anybody and everybody with some crisis of the day and pleading for help, then treating them like dog shit and not understanding why they get upset when there is no crisis. I made a quick detour and stopped at my dealer’s house for some supplies. While I was sure the kid would have his own stash, I needed something special and knew my dealer could provide it. He was disappointed when I passed on puffing his pussy out with my dick, but perked right up when I told him I had some big, new business coming his way. My next stop was at the home improvement store for a few more essentials. About 45 minutes later I pulled into a large estate in Loudon County, Virginia – rich man’s country. I was stopped at the main gate by two guards. I parked, walked with them them into the gate house, which was fucking bigger than my own place, and introduced myself. We were joined by two others who just got back from patrol. As a group, they all had nothing good to say about the kid and had horror stories galore to share. They were all former Armed Service members, so I had an easy rapport with my brothers in arms and as a parting gift left a bursting bag of weed for them to share how they wished. I swiped my security card at the gate and proceeded onto the estate. I parked in front of the main house – not one of those McMansions, but a true, old time, fancy-ass, M-A-N-S-I-O-N - and was met at the front door by a maid in one of those black and white little dresses who escorted me through, out the back, and pointed down the hill to the right to the guest house. That’s where the kid was holding court although from where I was standing it sounded like a rave was in full swing. I strode down the Hill and without knocking, opened the door and walked in. The music was extreme, and I was taken aback by the filth, mess, and general destruction. I dropped my bag, wandered around a little, and found 5 young adults in the movie room all smoking pipes packed with weed. I knew which kid was my target from the file and in two strides I had grabbed two of the others and threw them towards the door. Yelps of pain, surprise, and broken highs filled the room. In 2 minutes flat the place was empty of guests and the kid was pacing back and forth like a cocky son of a bitch, screaming at me, asking who the hell I thought I was, that I better watch out as he did not give a fuck what his parents wanted, on and on and on. Mid-rant one of the maids walked in weighed down by a tray full of food and liquor. The kid ran at her, knocked the tray out her arms, and started to scream at her and than swung to slap her. Well, you don’t hit a lady so I decked him. Flat out. Cold cocked. Little shit’s eyes rolled back and he dropped. Now don’t get all worried. I mean yeah I could kill a man with my bare hands. This was just a tap. A little something to get his attention. The maid clasped her hands over her mouth as she cried out, her eyes wide, but she quickly calmed down as I pulled out a stack of hundreds, peeled several off, patted her on the arm when I asked if she was ok, and told her to work up at the big house for the next two weeks. She smiled, laughed a little giggle, looked at the slumped form of the kid on the floor, spit his way in disgust, then thanked me and left. As I closed the door behind her, I locked it and took a few seconds to reset the security codes on the main panel. Time for a little privacy. The kid started to come around and groaned as I hefted him up and tossed him over my left shoulder and with my bags in my right hand, I carried him and my supplies up the grand stairs to the largest and messiest bedroom – his. I dropped my bags on the floor, tossed his sorry ass on the bed, pulled a chair over from the other side of the room, grabbed one of the many ashtrays lying about and pulled out an extra big spliff and sparked up. A big man like me needs a big smoke and as I let the smoke laze out, I took a moment to scope out the kid. He was average height, skinny with his ribs sticking out, bony legs, but a plump little ass from what I could tell through the pair of briefs he had on – dirty briefs at that with piss stains on the front. His momma must have some sista DNA in her someplace and when I thought about pulling those cheeks apart and sliding in, my dick jumped begging to be set loose. I chuckled, patted it down, assuring my monster he would get to bite off all he could chew in a few. I tapped some ashes into a glass on the floor, the kid rolled over, grabbed his head, rubbed his hands through his long and girly hair, gently touched his chin to make sure it was not broken, groaned and started to push off the bed when he laid his eyes on me and froze. Yeah that’s the look. The fucking fear of their black god! Fear was quickly replaced with arrogance and a mouth as the kid started to rant, rave, and scream like a toddler, “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE COMING INTO MY HOUSE – MY HOUSE AND …AND…ASSAULTING ME! YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? WHAT I WILL HAVE DONE TO YOU FOR THIS? I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT MY SOW COW OF A MOTHER THINKS - OR HER LITTLE SQUIRREL HUSBAND.” On and on he went, screaming like a banshee. He trotted over to a table between two chairs, rummaged around, picked up a phone and dialed. He then yelled through the phone, “GET YOUR SORRY ASSES UP HERE NOW! THERE’S AN INTRUDER IN MY HOUSE…YES A FUCKING INTRUDER ARE YOU DEAF OR JUST STUPID? AND CALL THE COPS, I WANT TO PRESS CHARGES…JUST DO IT…FUCK ALRIGHT HE HIT ME…WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU …YOU’RE LAUGHING!” The phone went flying, glass shattered, spittle flew from his mouth as the kid raged on. He rummaged around again and found another phone, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WON’T SPEAK WITH ME? HE WORKS FOR US – YOU’RE WHOLE FUCKING FIRM WORKS FOR US! I WANT TO SPEAK WITH HIM RIGHT N……!” This time a lamp got tossed and a chair pushed. Third time’s the charm right? Wrong. “YOU NEED TO GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW! WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT’S WRONG? BECAUSE I SAID SO…..BUT...BUT...,” and then in a voice that mellowed and was layered in falsehood, “BUT GRANDPA I NEED YOU…” This time the phone barely missed the window. The kid then stomped up right in front of me and screamed, “I DON’T NEED SOME LOW CLASS STREET URCHIN WHO THINKS THAT $5 SKUNK WEED IS GOOD SHIT TO…….” The words died on his lips. I had dropped my still smoking blunt in the glass, stood up to full height and puffed out my chest as I calmly took my jacket off, my hat, kicked my Timberlands off with a loud CLANG as they hit the bed frame, and pulled my low riders down showing the massive outline of my now raging dick. You don’t disrespect me and you don’t disrespect my 420. While I had been leaning towards the more lenient options available, his little mouth just bought him a world of hurt and made the decision for me. Time to go all sniper on his lilly-white ass and shoot some mega bullets. I move shockingly fast for a big man and before the dumb fuck knew what was coming I had him on the bed, flipped him onto his stomach, ripped his dirty white shorts right off his pale body, and dry jammed two fingers into his virgin territory. This pussy’s tail was caught in the door for sure the way he screamed and every decibel higher he went, the more my long, black dick streamed my Mandingo oil ready for action. My nails and fingers were creating new pathways of destruction as I ravaged that little pussy. I could tell from the get go I would not be able to just mount him like I did my golden goose, the kid was too fucking tight, but a little prep and his hole would open up – they always do one way or the other. I was also surprised at how strong he was. Amidst the skin and bones was the foundation of lean, powerful muscles. Hmm…. The initial shock had started to fade as I continued digging at his hole and the punk went from shock to quickly sliding down the slippery slope of the 5 stages of dealing with loss – the loss of his cherry. 1. Denial – spit slathered his pillow as he kept trying to shake his head and mumbled how this could not be happening. 2. Anger – Once again the kid started raving about how I would pay for this, didn’t I know who his family was, how he would make sure I was sent to jail for a very long time, and on and on. 3. Bargaining – Next came the bribes, the offers, the search for a way out and off the three fingers I now had shredding his ass. He had money, he had jewelry, he could get me the keys to his parent’s Rolls, he could…he could…. Blah blah blah. Little shit didn’t understand this was about the big game and right now the only payment on the table was cherry cheese cake. 4. Depression – I smiled at the nice red stain from his bruised cherry as the kid now got all quiet. Not even a sob. His mind was dealing with the loss of his virginity. Mourning the fact that he would never be his own man again. Sad about the things he held dear – in the far reaches of his mind – thought he might do, or be, or have one day. That was all gone now. There were a few tears, whimpers, a couple of body wracking sobs. 5. Acceptance – My fingers piston fucked, dug, tickled, and stretched his ass ring and the deeper I got, the more his body took over from his mind. He knew now. Knew there was no stopping, no going back, and that something deep inside of him, some primal need, desire, want, was emerging and as he let go to take the ride his dick swelled under him, his ass ring relaxed, and his body stopped fighting. Now I have no problem taking what I want by force, but when I pulled my wet fingers out of his ass and flipped him onto his back and looked into his eyes I knew there would be no need. You can’t rape the willing and they are all willing to take my monster black dick. They might not be able to say the words, but the look in their eyes tells me they need it, desire it, have to have it more than anything else in the world. I flipped the kid back over, he was sweating and shaking now like he needed a fix. My venom infused dick would blow his fucking mind, mark his body and his soul, and send him higher than he ever imagined. I grabbed his right ankle, then his left, and lifted his legs up and back like a fucking Butterball Turkey. I split his trembling hole a few more times with my nails, took one leg in each hand, scooted in against his elevated hips, and splayed his legs out. My dick ooze sizzled against his flesh as I nuzzled it against his waiting man pussy and the kid’s eyes grew wide, his mouth opened, and his lips moved in wordless agony as I broke his ass ring open and started to slide in. I bent my head and streamed a line of spit to the little cave that opened in his ass right where my dick was going in. Twice more, a few pumps, and I had the right mix of friction to wet, skin to skin, and his deep cherry sauce. The kid’s voicebox started working again and he wailed intelligible words. I know he was asking for it deeper and to make it hurt. So I did. I jammed his ass harder. His little muscles throughout his body clenched in a fit. I went deeper and his eyes rolled back with only the bloodshot whites showing between the fluttering lids. I tilted his whole body towards my right side and scraped his gut walls as I bottomed out and his chest heaved in rapid rhythm. I swung his legs back and scraped the other side. His feet were almost by his ears now as I forced his hole to open for me and his groans of pain and ecstasy urged me on as I angled up and dropped down his chute, rocked back and forth, and then started using my 8-pack to wave fuck, sending a tidal crush of sensations spreading out through his wrecked cunt. Once I knew we were united in flesh, bodily fluids, and lust and desire, I stopped. I eased back until just the tip of my head was being held in his ass by his spasming ring. I looked down at the taught and stretched hole streaked in red and spit, then looked back up as his eyes flashed fully open and with utmost clarity and tears streaming down the sides of his face he begged, “DON’T STOP, OH FUCKING GOD DON’T STOP, PLEASE PUSH IT BACK IN, PLEASE, OH FUCK PLEASE, I NEED….” I love to hear pussy praise my dick and the hunger on his face and the tearing of his hands at my arms trying to pull me closer affirmed that he had just found a new drug of choice – but this one had toxic side effects far harsher than any buzz he had ever known. Time for his lessons. For someone who was used to getting his way, the kid gasped in shock and surprise as I ignored his pleas, yanked my dick free, and climbed off the bed. I sat in the chair, pulled out a new joint, lit it, and as the smoke settled around my rock-hard dick the kid was beside himself. “Come on man. What the fuck you here for? You work for me now. I…I… demand you get back over here and do….well…I… keep doing what we were doing…I...oh fuck I need a smoke, mind if I hit it?” There was so much wrong with what he just said, but to tease the little shit I reached down, stroked my monster dick twice, spit at it and right on target slicked up the head. I looked back at the kid who was mesmerized – all else forgotten. Not so fast though. Back into my bag of goodies I went, and handed him a special smoke. This was some special shit I had my dealer roll up just for him. The kid thought it was just weed, but I had it laced with heroin for an extra kick and fuck-you-motha-fucka! The kid greedily took it, sat on the edge of the bed and squirmed around a bit as his tender hole made it hard to stay still. I kept working on my own spliff as he lit up and went to town and with the first bit of common sense he showed, he kept quiet and let me smoke in peace. His file said he had never done smack before, he was mostly a pills kid – Molly, uppers, downers, Oxy, whatever - along with weed. I planned to change that with a dual track of addiction – my POZ cum and dick and the other black tar. It wasn’t long before the kid stood up unsteadily, grabbed his stomach, and swayed back and forth. I snatched the smoke from his hand just as he ran to the bathroom and puked his guts out. Yeah that shit’s a bitch. A few more wretches and then the kid walked back into the bedroom with a liquor bottle in his hand thinking that would help. I was ready. I took the bottle, set it by the chair, reached into my bag and pulled out a leather collar connected to two long lengths of chain. I quickly wrapped the collar around his neck and fastened it tight, pushing his Adam’s apple back. I then grabbed a handful of hair, dragged him towards the bed, threw him down, and as he tried to climb away from me I got up on the bed behind him and aimed my black missile right for his moist hole. I grabbed his hips and slammed in. The kid arched his back, cried out, then curled up in a defensive pose that was just perfect! I looped my hands under his arms and up onto the front of his shoulders and pulled him back onto my invading shaft. I pressed his body in half as I started digging him out, pistoning his pussy, making it scarlet red, sore, and torturing his hole. I pulled back and slammed the cunt I now owned as he was cradled by his black god, and explained a few things with every brutal thrust: - YOUR PARENTS DON’T THINK YOU ARE WORTH SAVING. I DO. - YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS MASTER SERGEANT, SIR, OR DADDY. ANYTHING ELSE AND YOU WILL GET WHIPPED. - YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY, WHEN I SAY IT, AND ANY TALK BACK WILL BE HARSHLY DEALT WITH. - IF YOU OBEY, YOU WILL BE REWARDED. IF YOU DON’T, YOU WILL BE PUNISHED. - THAT PUSSY IS MINE TO FUCK WHEN I WANT, AND HOW I WANT. - YOUR LIFE IS GOING TO CHANGE AND IF YOU LIVE AND ACT LIKE A FUCKING ANIMAL, YOU ARE GOING TO GET FUCKED AND TREATED LIKE ONE. - YOU WILL THANK ME FOR GIVING YOU THIS BIG DAWG DICK, YOU WILL WORSHIP IT, AND YOU WILL BEG ME FOR ME. The entire time I was assaulting his ass he was crying like a stuck pig, but I knew he loved it and wanted more, so I gave it to him to the rhythmic chant of LITTLE PIG, LITTLE PIG, LET ME IN! I wrapped the two chains that hung from his neck collar tight around my fists with enough give for me to guide the pig where I wanted him to go and then I FUCKED HIM INTO SUBMISSION. I fucked that little piggy all the way to the market, back home, stuffed him with roast beef and planned to top it off with my chowder. A good hour later his hole was primed and ready and it was time to mark his ass with my AIDs cum and forever bind him to me even after I had bled him and his family dry for everything I could. I wanted him to feel the full force of my breeding so I pulled him to the edge of the bed, bent him over, and long dicked him to an inch of his life and I tore his hole four-ways-to-Sunday. FUCK I LOVE THE HEAT THAT ROLLS OUT OF A GAPED ASS READY FOR MY SEED AND I PICKED UP THE PACE, SEEING THE FINISH LINE OF THIS HUMP, AND THE WEIGHT OF MY BALLS WAS READY TO UNLOAD AND SO I GAVE IT TO HIM. DAYS’ WORTH OF VIRAL SEED STREAMED INTO VIRGIN TERRITORY AND SPIRALED INTO HIS GUT WALLS AND RODE THE SURGE OF HIS BLOODSTREAM DEEPER INTO HIS BODY. MASTER SERGEANT SHOOTS TO KILL AND THIS TIME WAS NO DIFFERENT. Here’s the moral of the story kids. When you act like an ass, and you cry wolf, one of these days a real big bad dawg is going to come along and make you realize that the entire time you were really just the pig and not a fucking soul is going to step up to stop you from getting what you deserve. TRUST MASTER SERGEANT - THERE ARE MANY WAYS TO CONDEMN A MAN TO DEATH. Stay tuned for B.R.A.T. (Bitch Ready And Turned-out) – Chapter 3, Chastity Slut.

My biological father was killed in a car accident when I was 10 years old, leaving my mom and me on our own. My mom struggled as a single mom for a couple years, but she was miserable without a man in her life, so it was hardly surprising to me when she started to date again. What was very surprising was that when she finally picked a second husband, she chose Bud. My dad had been an incredibly intelligent, cultured, and soft-spoken academic, and Bud...wasn't. My dad used to spend hours on the weekend absorbed in books, but Bud was more the type to spend hours on a chair in front of the TV, drinking beer (and if we were lucky, he'd be wearing pants). But he was nice to my mom, and nice to me, and my mom stopped worrying all the time and seemed more relaxed. I know that some people, in particular my biological father's family, used to question her decision to remarry so soon and why she chose a man so unlike my father, but she just used to say, "He makes me laugh" and leave it at that. I did overhear her talking to a friend once, who asked the same question, and instead of her usual answer, she replied, "Because when I'm riding his monster cock, I can cum two or three times for every time he does." I didn't really get it at the time, but like I said, she was happy and relaxed, and so I was too. I asked Bud one time, before he married my mom, what his real name was. He told me that his parents had wanted everyone to like him, so they named him Buddy. But as he got older, he shorted it to Bud. Then he told me how, even though he knew that he could never replace my father, my mom was very important to him, and so that meant that I was very important to him too. He knew that having a man around was very important to a boy in his teen years, so he hoped that I would soon feel comfortable to talk to him about anything. He was so sincere, and my mom was so invested in this new relationship, that I bypassed the stage where most step-kids resent the new man in the house. Even so, although Bud and I tried, but when it came down to it, we had very little in common. I was very much my father's son: quiet and introspective, shy and lacking confidence, not in the best shape, whereas Bud was loud, brash, in-your-face, a proudly self-proclaimed redneck. Even so he'd pretend to take an interest in my schooling, and I'd pretend to enjoy watching football with him, and we had a friendly relationship, which was a relief because I started having some interesting changes happening to my body around then, and he was right, it was nice having a male friend to talk to about it. He got me through wet dreams and pubic hair, masturbation and shaving, all without a scratch (literally). It was interesting, but as Bud's and my friendship got stronger, his relationship with my mom got worse and worse, and so did mine. I think that she envisioned that her second marriage would be mostly about the two of them, with me just hovering on the periphery keeping out of their way. But Bud wasn't having that - we were a family unit. So the two of us got closer, and my mom's jealousy drove her further and further away. It got to the point that when I was 16, and I finally admitted to myself that maybe thinking about the quarterback at school while jacking off meant that I was gay, that Bud was the first one that I told. He hugged me, told me that he loved me, and that he was proud of me, and told me that I might want to hold off on telling my mom until things got better. I was so relieved that he was okay with it, given his proud identity as a redneck, but he just told me, "I think of you like my own son. You are mine, and I'm not getting rid of you that easily". This new insider knowledge made us even closer, causing all sorts of whispered conferences just out of mom's hearing, and private jokes - it wasn't that surprising that she packed up and took off one day. When my mom left, Bud made it clear to everyone, especially me, that he considered me his son and was planning on keeping me with him for the next couple of years until I was 18. I was so relieved that I wasn't going to be uprooted, or lose another parent, but he just hugged me and said, "I told you, I'm not getting rid of you that easily." Since he started working long hours to make up for the loss of the second income, I started picking up my mom's extra work around the house. It wasn't easy, because I kept fucking it up for one reason or another, but Bud was very quick to kindly correct me and get me back on track. He became more and more of a guiding hand over the the next two years, and I spent more and more time with him, because he made me feel good about myself, even though I kept screwing everything up. We talked about college sometimes, and I told him that even though my grades were good enough to go anywhere on a full ride, I wanted to go to the college in town so that I could live at home and take care of him. He agreed to the idea, saying, "I'm not getting rid of you that easily" and chuckling over that old joke. Then, my 18th birthday came around, and everything changed. I woke up the morning of my 18th birthday to a strange tickling sensation. I was startled to find Bud sitting on my bed, in just his jockeys and his ever-present trucker's cap. It was shocking because Bud had always stressed that my room was MY place, and he never entered without permission, until this morning. He was, as I said, sitting on my bed pretty close to naked (I was completely naked, as I had started sleeping that way every summer), and the tickling sensation was his middle finger, slick with lube, sliding back and forth up and down my ass crack. I was paralyzed by the bizarre nature of the situation, so when Bud put his other finger to his lips in the classic "Shh" signal, I obeyed. Then he slid his finger into my hole, and I had to let out a gasp. Even though I was 18, and had known I was gay since I was 16, I was still a virgin. This, ironically, had been advice from Bud - that you only get one first time, so make sure that it's special. So, Bud's probing digit was the first thing to ever enter my hole, and it wasn't the most pleasant intrusion. I tried to wiggle away, but he put a first grip on the leg closest to him and I was stuck. He figured out when he hit my prostate based on my reaction - my eyes got very wide, and I lost my breath. Then he pulled most of the way out and then slammed his finger into my teen G spot again...and again...and again. After three minutes of this, my dick decided it couldn't take anymore and I came, sobbing a little with the intensity of it. I was pretty sure at this point, because I knew with 100% certainty that Bud was straight, that this was a really vivid wet dream - like a birthday present from the universe. So when he reached out and scooped up my cum off my chest, and held it out to me on dripping fingers, I obediently opened my mouth and starting sucking his hand clean. I heard from his end of the bed the snap of a cap, and the pop of a Ziploc bag opening, but was so focused on doing a good job that I didn't pay attention until his fingers (this time middle and index) slid into me again. This time the intrusion burned more than before, and it staying warm even after the initial burn. In fact, by the time he was deep as my prostate again, my whole ass felt like it was smoldering. The shock from my prostate felt ten times better, and when he pulled all the way out, my ass had never felt so empty. The pop of the Ziploc again, and his fingers were back - this time the smoldering turned into a full-on blaze of lust. My ass needed to be filled, and stretched, and used. I was making little noises in the back of my throat, and when he pulled his fingers out of my hole again, they got louder. Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." Coming soon - part 2.

CD Slut Slammed at a XXX Theater I had fantasized about doing this for quite some time. I’d been in a few threesomes while partying but never a gangbang. So I finally planned to make it real and do it on a Saturday. I got a hold of some Tina (it was one big chunk of glass no shards or pieces). I prepared myself by cleaning inside and out. I got in the shower, shaved completely smooth. Then I smoked a couple hits of Tina and I was feeling horny, so I lubed up good, took a hit of poppers and took a 9” jelly dildo slowly into my ass. My sphincter muscles stretched open to accommodate its girth, impaling my ass till I bottomed out to its base, opening the second sphincter with the dildo’s fat head. Then being so horny, I started to fuck myself with the dildo stuck to the wall of the shower. I had to remind myself not to overdo it; the best was yet to come. So I got out of the shower, dried of and got dressed. (When I party with Tina I instantly become an insatiable bottom slut whose sole purpose is to be used for the sexual pleasure to all those around me. So when I dress in slutty feminine attire it makes me become submissive, lose all my inhibitions to use my sensuality to become a sexual plaything.) So I got dresses in a black garter belt, fishnet stockings, a corset (It makes my tits a noticeable “B” breasts), a skin tight very short little black dress and thong pink panties. I put my high heels into my bag. Then I put on my “male” clothes over my slutty clothes and wear slip-on shoes. I prepared a rig using 0.38 gram dose dissolved in 70 units of saline. (I once did 0.40, my largest slam I’ve done in the year I started using meth. That time I was so high that I could not stop my arms from shaking and felt a bit nauseas but it passed quickly. Then I immediately began sucking and riding any and every cock around.) This time I wanted not to shake and be able to walk in heels, so I thought. Then I drove the distance to one of the last large XXX Adult theaters left in the city that shows a variety of porn genres in various theaters all at the same time. I go inside paid the entrance fee, bought a bottle of water and enter the theater. It’s completely dark inside so I take a seat to let my eyes a just to the dark. Looking around I see a couple of guys on their knees sucking on guys cocks. After a few minutes I decided to “get in the proper” slutty mood while there’s a lot of sexual activity going on around me; before there’s a lull in the action. I quickly checked my watch; it was 4:15 PM. So I found a private place to administer the slam. I tie off the tourniquet, find a vein, register, and then push down the plunger, injecting the complete dose. Wow! I feel the high, coughed twice. I never cough! (Felt like I needed to but never did in the past) Then started to shake and my sight was blurry, slight ringing in my ears. This subsided and but I kept on the tourniquet, thinking that it would give me sufficient time to re-enter the theater, remove my male outer attire and change into my platform heels. But this was the strongest shit I’ve ever experienced in the past year since I’d been slamming. I needed to get back in the theater. I quickly entered the theater and sat down in one of the smaller theaters on the immediate right. I looked at what was on the screen, there was a woman getting fucked by a large cock. Realizing that I was in the straight porn theater and I needed to go to the theater on the other side showing trannie porn. I don't completely remember the details of what exactly happened next. I think that I undressed; I got my heels from my bag, removed my shoes and pants and placed it in my bag. So I got up with my jacket unzipped and open in the front. I tried to walk over to the other theater showing the “trannie” porn. I think I was about to make it to the bench area, at the rear of the main theater. But it was very difficult for me to walk wearing high heels. I looked at the movie on the screen it was showing a scene where a group of guys were bareback fucking a guy while he was deep-throating another guy's cock. They were gang banging him. In that instant I believe that the tourniquet came off my arm. Bam! I was overcome with an uncontrollable desire to strip down right then and there! I was so high, out of control and overcome by completely by lust. I needed a cock any cock right now! Not realizing that the top of my dress was not up, my “B” size tits were exposed as I tore off my jacket. I was in the spot light of the isle for all to see, dressed like a slut in a tight very short dress, garter belt, fish net stockings, high heels and tiny pink thong panties. I could barely walk, so I made a "bee-line" to the dark area in the back of the main theater to my immediate right. Little did I know that large number of guys throughout the theater that had witnessed me standing in the spot light, dressed like a slut, bare tits exposed, with long hair, looking completely like a horny single white female or trannie girl looking for sex. And now they all were headed to the dark area that I’d disappeared into to check out this horny half naked slut. I remember reaching the iron bars on the rear wall; my eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness there. I was bending over trying to feel for the sofa on the far wall to sit down and gather my things and find a nice cock to service. Being disoriented I had bent over, my very tight and short little black dress was riding up and presenting my pink thong panty covered round ass to the guys seated on the couch there in the darkness. I guess my presentation was more enough invitation to provoke immediate action. I do remember one big bear guy grabbing my hips, pulling me backwards toward him making me off balance. As I fell backwards toward the couch, other hands catching me and pulling me to the couch. At the same time my pantied ass either fell into or he trust his face and forced his tongue through my thong panties into my ass. That's all it took. I started to moan loudly from the pleasure I was feeling. I tried to reach back and pull my panties to the side to give him full access to lick my ass. He was quicker than me and pulled my panties down with the assistance of many eager hands, I was pick up, and spun around so I was now kneeing sideways on the sofa, head down supported by my elbows, legs spread, my ass sticking out over the end giving him full access to my ass. The guy was now deeply eating my hole, driving his tongue deeply into my now sloppy wet pussyass. I needed a cock in my mouth! I turned my head to the right and saw a guy who was stoking his now hard cock. I just motioned to the guy with my right hand for him to come closer, which he did and I just sucked his cock into my mouth and kept moaning from the sheer pleasure of being rimmed. I think the guy that was eating my ass quickly put on a condom and tried to penetrate my pussyass. I reached back with my left hand, grabbed his cock, and guided it into me. Gripping it tightly, making his cock rock hard, as I slowly let him penetrate my ass, while trying to say, “Easy, go slow it’s been quite a while since the last time I that was fucked.” muffled by the cock still partially in my mouth. (Which isn't entirely true, my ass is ALLWAYS tight when it is first penetrated.) But then when he hit bottom bottomed he started fucking me. For some reason I cannot recall why I could not continue to use my right hand to hold onto the base of the cock that was in my mouth to pull his cock down my throat, like I did when I waved him closer. I could not move my body either, because while I was being fucked in the ass, a guy who was sitting on the couch to my left was feeling up my shaved smooth body with his hands found my very noticeable breasts and started to play with the nipple. Then moments later another guy that was kneeling on the floor on my right side found my right nipple started to play with it, then immediately got underneath me and started sucking my right tit. When the guy on my left noticed my reaction he too got underneath me and started to suck my left tit. So they and an unknown amount of hands were all over feeling my shaved smooth body, my ass, and holding me in place. (What always happens when I party with Tina, is that my nipples become extremely sensitive, especially my left tit, when played with and sucked on. I get incredibly turned on! I’ll moan uncontrollably, my breath panting while my teeth chatter uncontrollably, giving me multiple waves of orgasmic pleasure. I start begging, “Please keep fuck me!”) With all of this sexual stimulation my ass was getting sloppy wet with mucus (spit, the best lube) just like a young pussy. As my pussyass opened wide, trying to thrust my ass backwards to take his cock deep down inside, filling me. Then tighten and grip his cock with my pussyass muscles, as he pulls out, milking his cock of come. So I was driven to deep-throat this guys cock without the use of using my hand to hold his shaft or moving my head or body to bob up and down, so I used suction to suck his cock down my throat till my nose and chin bottomed out on his pelvis! I know he enjoyed was enjoying it, because "He just kept repeating, "This is fucking awesome man!" "This is the fucking best blow job I've ever had in my life!" My mind was set to return this state of ecstasy they had put me in, I had to return the favor of sexually pleasure to all who were around me. I remember after the big bear of a guy who ate out my ass was first to fuck me, when he finished, the guy that I was sucking took his place and another cock was shoved into my open mouth, fucking deep down my open throat. I do remember the first three sets of cocks and that as each cock left my mouth another one would take its place. While hearing guys commenting on how great it was or wanting to take a turn at fucking me. It all became a blur to me; with some memories of some really big and thick cocks that I could not open my mouth wide enough, then feeling them stretching open my sloppy wet pussy ass and then fucking the shit out of me. And when someone came and pulled out of my pussyass I’d start to pled, “Don’t stop.””Please fuck me!” “Anyone please fuck my pussy!” When it came to a break; I really needed one. I spun my body around and sat my ass back on the sofa where it all had stated. I put my hand up to the guys that were still around me and said, “Sorry, but I need a break, catch my breath, drink some water and to clean up a little.” Some of the guys that were gathered around said they wanted to “hit that shit” again. I kind of felt a little like I was letting than down, that they were waiting and hadn’t got their turn. So I said, “I’m not going anywhere.” “I’m going to be here for quite a while.” “If you still want it just come and find me. I promise make it up to you until you’re fully satisfied!” I was exhausted, and feeling a little light headed, wet from sweat and sticky. I took a sip from the bottled water I retrieved for my bag, and then tried checked my watch to check the time. I say this because my vision was blurry I had the look at my watch about three times for me to focus and my brain to realize the time interval that had past. It was now a few minutes shy of 8:00 PM. I got was so high and was completely out of control with lust that for the past all most 4 hours I had been non-stop gangbanged, "Spit Roasted" by so many guys that I just can recall the beginning couple of guys that fucked my pussyass while I was sucking a cock, more like I was being fucked in the mouth. I remember feeling a bit nauseas and like I had to throw up but I could not since over that expanse of time the majority of all the semen I had swallowed, because it is a liquid had already passed through my stomach in the duodenum. I sipped some more water and the nausea passed. I cleaned up, brushed my hair, toweled dry. I gathered my clothes, with the help of some of the guys. Put my “male” outer wear on and wet to the bathroom and changed into a new outfit. When I went back to the theater, the one showing the trannie porn, I removed my outer wear, changed back into high heels. I sucked a few cocks then got up and walked around a bit. A guy came up said to me “That ass of yours is fucking great.” That he did it twice and was willing to do it again. Another guy noticed me and asked if we could get together next Saturday and do it all over again. I said why wait till next Saturday, why not now. We started in the back of the main theater but the rows of seats got in the way. So we went to the sofa in the other dark area. I didn’t leave until early Sunday morning. My pussyass still aches, but in a good way. P.S. I'd like to try this again, but maybe in a more private setting that I could really let my inner slut completely out Tinapantybtm@gmail.com

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

By: BRAVOCHILE http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Fucking-a-small-young-slave-in-paris-27778181 Fucking a small young slave in paris im PABLO BRAVO im living in paris. making videos in the porn industry of france. dancing in clubs like gogo dancer . . . but i have fun with all kind of guys, this time i found a really smal and delicated bottom who wan be fucked hard by him. the video was not in the plans but finally we do it and here is the result... enjoy

This guy is definitely no twink... You can be 25 and look 35-40ish.

Been on PrEP 3 and some years. I've got fucked and bred in all sorts of settings. From one on one hookups at home, saunas, darkrooms, to cumunion parties. Most of my loads come from saunas, darkrooms and cumunion. I can easily get 5 loads per visit, and in these 3+ years I'm sure I've got 200+ loads in me, from absolutely anonymous cock. I've also got poz UD loads that I know about, but I just don't ask anymore. I have NO interest in getting HIV but I know PrEP is just ridiculously effective. I'm still negative, pretty sure I would have been pozzed by now if it wasn't for PrEP but I wouldn't have been the slut I am now without it either. Just go on PrEP and forget about HIV. It's more likely you'll die in a car accident than getting HIV.

There are lots of guys out at my school, so I had a few. I preferred older guys though.

http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Tag-Teaming-Slutty-Bottom-27778741 Tag Teaming Slutty BottomHe lived up to being a total slut. I walked in on my buddy (evil*****20) getting a blow job from a tatted slutty bottom. He chowed down on his uncut cock while I chowed down on the bottoms ass. Then evil*****20 and I took turns tagging his raw hole. Evil*****20 dumps a thick white load on and in his hole. Then I go in for sloppy seconds (churn the butter) and add my load to the mix. I pull out and juice his ass. By the end, his ass soaked with DNA.

My latest conquests. Have been very busy breeding hot sweet holes lately. Last week bred a hot otter bottom cumhole, an old regular. Reconnected with him this week and tore his hole up and gave him two loads. Made him cum all over himself. Last night was on scruff and this hot muscle boy messaged me needed cum. But said he wasn't on PreP yet and didn't want to do bareback. I tried to convince him but he wasn't for it. Was a hot boy, but a bit too young and silly for me. Insisted on condoms, which of course I hate. Fucked him good still though. His boyfriend hit me up asking if "I had fun" lol so I guess they were in cahoots. I usually don't do 3ways just not my thing. Last week went to a hot college boy's dorm room again (my second time) he was begging me to come and use him. A little bit awkward having to go to hid dorm, but totally worth it, he's a hot furry otter boy with a hungry sweet hole he loves me to use. Fucked him hard and gave him a big load last week. Going to meet another dude I had met at a 3some a few days back and fuck his brains out this weekend. Got another hot dude ready to get fucked friday night. God I love all these willing hungry bottoms! I'm having so much fun breeding all these holes.

Went to a party Saturday night and wandered into the play room. Found a hot naked dude just jerking his cock watching all the fun, so I started sucking it for him. All I had to do was put his hand on my lubed ass and he was inside me in a flash. He came pretty quickly to, but big load (always my favorite combination). Another stud watched all this and immediately was inside me as well. After a while there were several guys watching and one of them wanted inside me ASAP, so the guy fucking stepped aside to let him have my hole. This third dude came fast and also a ton. With cum running down my legs and into my pants I pulled myself together and went back out to be with my friends, none of whom had any idea what just happened...

Hooked up with a reliable hot otter fuck buddy. He's a bartender at the leather bar in town. Have used his hole many times. Reconnected with him last week. Bred him last week, plowed him deep, made him eat my load out of his hole, went by yesterday after he hit me up on Grindr needing dick. Had to cancel an appointment, but it was worth it. Glad he finally learned how to clean his hole out, because he's a good willing cumdump. This guy is so cum hungry I fucked him hard and made him cum all over himself. Great kisser too.

Hey BBCumPigGA: Not sure how much porn of this type is out there. Maybe I should video the next time I bareback a trans guy and fuck his unprotected cunt. Whadda you think?

Hooked up with an Asian doctor from the gym whom I brought back to my place the other day. It's been over a year, but we connected a couple of times before. Those times he always insisted on condoms when he topped my, but the other day after he rimmed my hole he lubed me up with his precum, then plowed me until he shot a big hot load deep up my ass. I hope it won't be a year for the next time.

Yes plenty of times!If im feeling really nasty...it's just a fuck, a nut. My hole is yours. Being further degraded by a man who I wouldn't be seen with or associate with in public is even more of a turn on. Woof!

Some of the hottest sex I've ever had has been completely unplanned and in a sleazy location. Back when I was driving a semi over the road, I ended up parking at this little lay-by off I-24 in Tennessee. All it was was a place where truck could pull off the highway and park. There were no facilities at all, just highway on one side and forest on the other. If you wanted to piss, you hit a tree. If you wanted to shit, you were SOL. Trash strewn around cause a lot of drivers are lazy fuckers...that sort of place. So I pull in and park for the night here (was out of hours, couldn't go any further to a better place to stop), and did my paperwork and grabbed something to eat. Got mostly undressed for bed, but had to go out and piss. So I climb out on the passenger side, next to the treeline for privacy just wearing shorts and shoes. Pulled out my cock and started pissing up against one of my drive wheels. I heard a noise as I was pissing and looked around and saw a figure a little ways back in the woods. As I watched I could tell he was looking at me, even though I couldn't see him clearly. Watched as he grabbed at his crotch slowly. At this point I was done pissing so I turned around with my dick hanging out of my shorts and waved him over.He came walking up and turned out to be a guy in his mid thirties, a bit shorter than me, with longish black hair under a ball cap and a short black beard.. Walked up to me and looked at me as he wrapped his hand around my cock. I already had a semi and when he grabbed me I was well on my way to being totally hard. Without a word he knelt down and started going down on me. Got me rock hard real fucking fast. At first I leaned back against the truck moaning softly, but then I started getting more aggressive...holding his head and fucking his face....that kind of thing. He had his jeans open and was stroking his cock while he sucked me so I bent over him reaching my hand down into his asscrack and started rubbing and fingering his hole. He stood up so his jeans fell around his knees and so he was bent over sucking my cock with his ass fully exposed. I started rubbing spit into his hole while he started groaning and deep throating me and slobbering all over my rock hard cock. Finally I couldn't take it and bent him over the drive tire I'd just pissed on lined my cock, dripping with his spit, up with his hairy ass crack and slowly eased into him. He groaned and tried to pull back off me a bit, but was stuck between me and that tire and I held my cock in his tight hairy ass til I felt him relax a bit and open up for me. I started fucking him real slow...he seemed to need me to take it easy at first and I wanted to make it good for him too. But it didn't take long before he was thrusting back onto my cock and taking it all with no trouble at all. Wasn't long before I could feel my load coming and thrust it deep in his ass as I blasted deep inside him. Neither one of us had said a word up til that point. Long story short, he ended up climbing up in my sleeper for the night. He'd arrived just after I had, so we had a good ten hours to kill together, which ended with me sucking two loads out of him and fucking a second one into his ass. As it happened, we were both traveling the same way for several hundred miles, so when we rolled out the next day, we kept in touch on the phone and stopped a couple times along the way so we could fuck again. I ended up blowing three more loads in his ass that day in three different locations until our paths separated. Never saw him again unfortunately but he was a damn hot fuck.

Nothing better than being bred on all fours on the filthy floor of a public toilet. Except for maybe when another guy walked in on us, stared, unzipped and pissed all over me and walked out.

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

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

My take is that if he was hunting for sex on Craigslist & wanting bred, and didn't ask your status beforehand, then it's totally his responsibility. Don't feel bad, no reason for you to! People have to take responsibility for themselves. If he was looking to be bred, then he should have assumed there would be a risk. He knew the risks, and if he didn't then he's just dumb. He should get educated about it, as you say, being undetectable is an extremely low risk of transmission anyway, as I often explain to guys. often wonder about this too. Like on Grindr, where it's not always assumed by guys that you might be poz, unlike say BBRTS or a poz-friendly site. Since you're undetectable, like me, there's no way that you could have given him "fuck flu" if that's what he calls it. The guy has some issues clearly. He's probably slept with a ton of other guys & is just paranoid. The reality is that many guys still are ignorant about hiv. Being undetectable and healthy is a much lower risk of transmission than a high viral load. Personally, I hate when a guy asks if I'm "clean". If a potential hookup asks that during chat, I stop chatting with him, because it's rude. You can ask, are you hiv poz, and I'm happy to discuss it, but being hiv positive does not make you "unclean". Also, hiv is a chronic, manageable condition now, not some deadly disease, with treatment. It's not the 1980s anymore. Guys like that really need to get with the times & learn what undetectable is. Being poz today means you can live a long full healthy life with treatment. Here's where I come down with regards to hooking up as a total top poz man. If the guy point blank asks me, like on grindr, I tell them, I'm not going to lie. If they're open, great, if not, oh well, I wouldn't want to breed someone that shallow & uninformed anyway, & at least I can sleep well at night, & besides, plenty more fish in the sea. If they don't ask at all, then I don't feel obligated to tell them or bring it up. Although, on sites like bbrts which is poz-friendly anyway, or a4a, I state my status as undetetcable. But on Grindr, I don't tell unless they ask me directly. That approach has served me well.

This happened last evening, and as I sit here typing this I still have a cum filled ass. Of all times in the year for the furnace to decide to die, it had to be in January? It's fine if you live in Florida, but not when you live in Canada. Luckily the heating company was able to catch someone before he headed home for the day, and he arrived shortly after I called. I was not in the best of moods, however. I'd woken up horny as hell and knew there wasn't anyone around to fuck me, so the plan had been to spend a couple of hours jacking off and playing with some dildos. With the house so damned cold that was not going to happen. So imagine my surprise when I opened the door expecting some cranky old man wanting to get home to his bottle of cheap whiskey, only to find a sexy young bear. Maybe more of a cub, but sexy either way. Suddenly all of the hormones came racing back, and I'm not sure if I hid it well. Down in the basement he was on hands and knees looking into the electrical guts of the piece of junk . . . while I checked out his beefy round ass. I'm sure he noticed as I was trying to look away. I figured he's a total straighty so turned and headed for the stairs to leave him alone to do his work. "You must have been freezing your ass off," he commented to me. My guard was down, or maybe my brain was still frozen, so without thinking I replied, "No, my ass is pretty hot." After all, it has always had it's own built-in furnace. I was still heading up the steps when I felt his hand on my ass, saying, "Yeah, it is." So I decided to make a deal with the not-so-straight guy. "Fix the furnace and you can do anything you want with my ass." He smiled a very big smile and said, "Deal." And headed back to his work. I raced upstairs, douched and showered. I was a little surprised that he wanted to fool around. Not because of the 'straight guy' thing. But he couldn't be older than 25. I'm 43, though most guys I've been with thought I was in my early 30's. I guess he might think I'm younger -I'm sure as hell not going to debate it with him! He had to get someone to bring him a replacement part, but once he had that, the furnace was up and running in no time. And as soon as it was, he was back up the stairs smiling at me with that 'you said I could do anything to your ass' kind of look to it. Maybe he is mostly straight, but a lot of younger guys these days will get their rocks off any way they can. I was just glad this sexy young guy was going to end my drought. It felt like it had been months since I last got fucked and bred. I took him upstairs and we both quickly undressed. I didn't bother with much foreplay, figuring that if he was more into girls me might not been interested in kissing. So I dropped to my knees and took his very nice, already throbbing hard, dick into my mouth. It was like the rest of him -solid and thick. Probably around 8 inches I'd say. My ass was twitching as I thought about this big meat filling my hole. Luckily he must have been thinking the same thing, because he really wasn't all that interested in getting sucked. He pushed me onto my back on the bed and climbed up between my legs. I had already lubed my ass after I douched, so I was ready to go, and he wedged his big cock head into my hungry opening. "You're already wet," he commented. "I didn't want to waste time, so I already lubed up," I told him. "Good," was all he said, and slid full length into my hole. Not hard and fast, but slow enough for me to feel and enjoy every ripple of his cock without a moment of pain or discomfort. I have to admit that it was not what I was expecting. I thought he'd just want to pound my hole, blow his wad, and get the hell out. But he was going to enjoy himself -lucky for me! He smiled a very handsome smile down at me as he slowly began to pump in and out of my hole. I thought, 'This is exactly what I needed from the moment I woke up this morning,' and I lay back and enjoyed every bit of it. The young stud gradually increased his thrusts once my ass loosened up enough, and he was pounding some satisfied grunts out of me. "You like my cock?" he asked after one particularly loud grunt. "Fuck yes, your cock feels awesome in my ass," I gasped in reply. "Damn you know how to fuck me good!" He smiled again, and said, "Your ass feels like it was made for my cock. I never felt a fuck like this before." We must have fucked like that, in the same position, for at least 20 to 30 minutes. We were working up quite a sweat, too -just the kind of fuck I love. The look on his face changed and he appeared much more determined now, and I could tell that he was close to cumming. Only then did it occur to me that he hadn't even bothered to ask about a condom or status, and I sure as hell didn't care. I was just a little surprised at that. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he panted, slowing down to ease his cock out of my ass. 'Oh hell no,' I thought. "Do it, cum in me," I panted back, taking a cue from one of my fictional stories and scissoring my ankles behind his back and pulling him back into me. The handsome smile was back. "Really?" he asked in surprise. I figured if he usually did fuck girls and didn't use a condom, he probably pulled out before cumming. But I wasn't going to let him waste that load. I wanted it where I believe most loads belong after leaving a man's balls -up my ass! "Do it, give me your load," I begged. "Fuck yeah," he growled. "Here it comes," he gasped as his balls exploded and his gorgeous dick began to fill me with his seed. I lay my head back and tried to memorise ever second of feeling his dick in me, blasting his hot cum into my hungry hole. It felt so damn good, I hoped he'd want to come by again. After he recovered, we lay on the bed for a couple of minutes to catch our breath, and then he got dressed to leave. I figured maybe he had someone at home waiting for him. I also didn't want to know, and wasn't going to ask. I just pulled a robe on and walked him down to the door. "That felt awesome," I told him. As he put on his winter boots, he winked up at me. "Your ass is better than anything I've ever felt." When he stood back up, I could see his dick hard again in his pants. Both of our eyes were staring down at it, and then he looked back up at me. "I want to fuck you again," he said. He didn't need to ask twice. I just yanked off my robe, bent over the stairs leading up, and he came up behind me, still dressed with his boots on, and stuffed his amazing dick up my now cum-sloppy hole. This was going to be a fast and hard fuck, but my ass was ready for that now. His hips smacked into my ass relentlessly. His hands were digging into my waist, pulling me back onto him hard as he thrust into me. There was definitely a lot more grunting in this fuck, which always turns me on more. I hate silent fucks. He didn't last as long, maybe 5 or 10 minutes, and then yelled, "Take my cum" as he unloaded into me. "Fuck yes, fill my ass up," I begged. I didn't feel it this time, probably I was already too wet and too loose. Didn't matter, I could feel his dick throbbing, so I knew he was giving me another load. When he finished and pulled out of me, I quickly turned and dropped to suck his dick clean. I didn't want to send him home with a cummy dick if he had someone there who might find out. As I finished, he leaned back against the wall, catching his breath, and said, "That was awesome." "It sure was," I agreed. He grabbed his coat and headed for the door, but turned before he was through. "Maybe I could come by again some time?" he asked hopefully. Yes! Just what I was hoping he'd say! "You can fuck me any time," I told him. I quickly scribbled my number onto a piece of paper and handed it to him. I watched him in his truck before he pulled out. He was entering my number into his phone. He was definitely going to be fucking and breeding me again. Maybe next time we would even get to exchanging names.

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this is a true story so it will not be as hot but since it is true, it is hot in its own way. To George : I came of age in an era where gay men did not come out. So my sex life was pretty boring. It was mostly quick blow jobs. Then in my early twenties, I got picked up in a bar and taken to the guy's house. He got me in bed and just tried to fuck me. It hurt and was not enjoyable. So we just sucked each other off and went to sleep. So from then on was just mostly into getting sucked off and once in a while I would suck a guy. Spent time at the baths and book stores and other pick up places. As time went on, porn became easier and easier to find. I would spend time in leather bars, getting naked or mostly naked(state liquor officials stayed away-of course no one complained) and would make out, get sucked and do the sucking. Then a couple of years ago, met a guy who had a partner and when the partner was gone, we would get together and go at it. He was a top and into leather. He knew how to fuck and we did so on the kitchen table( always wondered about dinner on the days he fucked me on the kitchen table. He introduced me to sounds. We always smoked pot. During this time met a guy who really liked to fuck and so met up with him and he would fuck me. The first guy moved away with his partner. So just had the second guy fucking me but I knew I wanted more than just that. Somehow I got onto asspigs and it was the best thing that ever happened. Spent some time talking to guys and got no where. Also knew I wanted to pnp. Finally met a guy who really excited me and was surprised when he invited me up to play with himself and his partner. We made a date and the day finally arrived. As I drove there, about two hours away, I was getting very nervous as by his entry in ass pigs he was VERY experienced and was not into using condoms. Found his place, parked and walked up to the door and someone said come in. As I said was nervous as thought he might reject me as was so inexperienced. But in I sent.

But in I went. I met both of them. They were nice and made me feel welcome. We talked and I went to clean out. After I was done, I went out to the living room wearing a bathrobe. We talked about what I wanted It and as I was nervous, said I would try a booty bump. I went into the kitchen and bent over and spread my checks. He shoved a needless syringe up my ass and gave me the bump. I did not feel anything and then a warm feeling in my ass and then all,over. We went into the garage where he proceeded to give himself a slam. I had never seen anyone slammed and could not keep my eyes of his arm. I got into the sling and spread my legs. He fucked me and shot cum in my ass. Then he fucked me and fucked me., filing my as each and every time with his cum. He tried to fist me but I as just too tight. But all afternoon, he filed me with his pox cum. Finally, at the end of day, he finally just got his fist up my ass and it felt so good. The whole day, felt good in my ass. Left for home. Then went back in a month. This time during the session, I took two bumps and both felt so good. Again he fucked me all day. He filled me up with his cum. At times he would take some of his cum out of my ass and fed it to you. Taking breaks from fucking me, he would fist me. Twisting his fist in my ass. Again, took his pox cum in my ass. Was there for most of the day. When I got back, we emailed back and forth and I found out he was not on meds. I knew he was poz but assumed he was on meds. I thought and thought about it and decided I would continue getting fucked by him. Would deal with it. Next time he said I should just try a slam and I would love it. As it turned out, he could have not been more right.there was another person there to join us. He slammed me and I could not take my eyes of the needle going in and then the flash and he pushed it in. I felt it going through my body and started coughing and coughing and could not breathe. The other guy grabbed my arm and held it above my head. Felt I good, hot into the sling and spread my legs as I wanted cock and more cock in my ass. I had decided I wanted his pos cum. I looked at him, smiled and slightly nodded. He smiled back and clearly understand I was going to take all the poz cum he wanted. Then he slammed Joe the new guy and then himself. He started to fuck me and fuck me and every time deposited cum in my ass. While in the sling I would suck Joe while getting fucked. He filled me with his cum. Then Joe got into the sling and he got fucked. I then got between joe's legs eating the cum out of his ass. I got into the sling and Joe started playing with my ass. He has large hands and worked on stretching my hole. He got 8 fingers in my ass. He had the sexist hands and was hot. At the same time I was sucking the other guy's cum coveted cock. During the afternoon I continued to get fucked and more cum in my ass. I would come up about once a month. Would be there about 9 hours.would get slammed every time. I would get a second slam half way through the day. I would cough like no tomorrow which would make everyone laugh. I would get into the sling and after again give him a small smile and nod. He would smile back. He knew I wanted his poz cum. When he would fuck me, would say, daddy please breed me, please give me your hot cum. He would fuck me and fuck me filing me with cum each time. When someone else would play with my ass, I would suck daddy's cum covered cock. Also they would shove dildoes up my ass. This went on for a number of months. We made a date for me to cum up, Normally he would have someone there. I got there for our monthly play. That is when it happened.

Very early this morning I bumped into my cop neighbor who came home from his night shift (in uniform!). Said he was tired but could use some relief. Sucked him off there and then on the stairway in our apartment building. Only took three minutes before he blasted a load down my throat. No chance of getting caught as the next neighbor downstairs is on vacation. Told me he could be ready for more when he had rested. An hour ago he texted me if I was up for some more fun. And he was. Dumped two loads in me which are still in my hole. First time fucked like a rabbit, slamming his cock in me. Second time nice & slow which actually made me cum too, handsfree. I love that.

My favorite sleazy fuck was at the end of Folsom weekend 2014. I was walking home from a sex party, with 18 loads already in my ass (some from the sex party, some from random fucks during the Folsom Fair). I saw this hot older daddy. Tall, dark hair, broad shoulders, big mustache. Cruised him hard and he followed me down a side street. I bent over a dumpster on the street and he unzipped and slipped his big fat daddy cock inside of me. And it was big! A solid 9.5 inches (Maybe 10?), uncut, and thick. Was a good thing my hole was already loobed with lots of cum and loose from being fucked all day. I grabbed onto the dumpster and felt like the nastiest whore in the world, getting fucked by this total stranger, with 18 other strangers loads already inside me, leaning over a dumspter in the middle of the sidewalk. He bred my hole good, then I turned around to clean it off with my mouth. Tasted so tangy and salty, his cum mixed with all those other guys. He zipped up, I pulled up my pants, and went home a happy little whore.

I am a cum n piss slut pig so wtf (_0_) #nostandards #noloadsrefused #nocondomsever

Fuuuuuuck! Seductive top.... Leaving a bottom powerless to refuse... Fucking hard reading this.. Damn good writing.

They let Todd sleep during the day, but when 7 pm rolled around, they watched him stir. His hole was still a little swollen and his nipple red and swollen. The boy was thirsty. They gave him gatoraid and energy drink. When he said he was hungry, they said tomorrow. Dan stood Todd in front of the full length mirror where he could see his shaved hole. They guys spent the remaining time teaching him to wink that hole. As the appointed time arrived, the showed him th clothes. The threadbare spots on the jeans and the thin tshirt were the perfect cum-ons. The nipple ring stood out thru the worn fabric. At this point, Joe decided to mark up his neck as an invitation. The guys walked out the door. This time, they had slipped cialis in his energy drink. Todd's prick pushed against the fabric of the jeans. As they approached the TKE house, they knew what the plan would be. Todd would produce some hardons there and they would use him to corrupt some jocks.

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…

Sorry pigs, circumstances kept me away...hope I can pick up the story to your satisfaction: “I think it’s time,” he said, “to graduate you to the big boy dildo, and to see how well you handle being filled up at both ends.” He unhooked the restraints on my wrists and ankles, and I let out a disappointed little moan, since I had quite enjoyed being in bondage. “I know, boy,” he said, “but you need to show me just how badly you want all of this, and in order to do that, you have to be an active participant. Now, faggot, get on all fours.” I scrambled to obey, and he chuckled. “Fucking faggot,” was all he said. Then he picked up the larger of the two dildos, and put some lube on it, and moved around to my hole. “Now, boy,” he said, “this is going to want to slip out, but you have to keep those ass muscles tight to make certain that doesn’t happen.” With that, he slid it in. I think that my eyes must have rolled back into my head at the feeling of such fullness. A little sigh of contentment passed through my lips, and Bud chuckled again. Once the dildo was in place, he smacked my ass, and said, “Remember, boy, it has to stay there.” Then, he moved around so that I was face to, well, monster cock. “Open wide, boy,” he said, “It’s time for the advanced course. I was so high and horny at that point that I think my jaw must have literally made a snapping sound when my mouth flung open. Bud's "pig feed" (meth for those who have forgotten) had me flying high, and I had my second dildo ever in my hole. I knew, like I knew how to breathe, that the thing missing was a man's cock in my mouth. Bud just stood there, cock arrow straight, pointing towards my mouth, which by now was watering like crazy. It took a minute for my brain to break through the chem haze and realize that, once more, the choice to move forward was being left to me. That truly obnoxious voice in the back of my head told me that it wasn't too late to stop yet, his cock hadn't entered my body - I could still say "no". I think the voice knew that the moment a real man's cock entered me, everything would change. But really, at this point, I wasn't going to say "no". I moved my mouth forward to swallow Bud's monster cock. The first few inches had barely entered my mouth when he stopped me. "Gently, faggot" he said, "you gotta work your way up to the whole thing or you'll choke." So I just focused on the first few inches of his cock. The taste was incredible - the only way I could describe it was sweaty bread, that yeasty damp taste from wearing briefs. I thought that I had never tasted anything so good in my life. When Bud's hand moved, I knew he thought I was ready to take more, so I moved to the half way point. At that point, I realized that I wasn't really doing much, just savoring the cock, so I started to tentatively suck. I could tell by the pleased noise that Bud made that I was doing well. Then, unfortunately, I lost concentration on my chem-fueled ass muscles, and the dildo in my hole started to slip out. Bud noticed my predicament, and solved it the simplest way possible...he walked forward, forcing me back so that my hole was against the wall...the dildo hit home again, secure in my hole, and I lurched forward on the rest of his cock. It turns out that Bud didn't need to worry - my throat and his cock were a perfect fit. I don't know if I wasn't born with a gag reflex, or maybe the tina/poppers combo was responsible, but it was hitting my voice box and I was in pig heaven. Bud fussed with something out of sight, then brought the mirror with fresh lines back into my field of vision. Since I was clearly occupied, he held the straw for me to slip my nose onto - only this time he didn't just give me two lines, he made me take all four (well, made me is a little harsh...I was clearly equating his "pig feed" with intense pleasure now, so I was going to take all that he would give me, however it came). Once the lines were up my nose and I was reeling, he brought the little brown bottle to my nose and reminded me to inhale until he told me to stop, first one nostril, then the other. I was completely out of it now, throat full of cock, ass full of dildo, head full of chemicals. That’s when Bud began to speak. “Boy”, he said, in a gentle tone similar to the one he used when he’d told me that it didn’t matter that I was gay, he’d love me all the same, “it’s time to acquaint yourself with some basic facts of life that I learned long ago. There are two types of human males in this world – real men, and pigs. Pigs look like men, talk like men, dress and act like men, but in truth they are inferior. They are governed by their lust for unnatural acts, and by their desire to submit to real men. A pig may think he’s a man, but deep down he knows every time his faggot cunt twitches that he is not a real man.” I was finding his voice hypnotic as it came out like a religious doctrine through my chemical haze. “Even when you were younger, boy, I could see your head snap up at the mention of the word “faggot”…when you first came out to me, I thought it was fear, but then as I watched you closer, I realized it was because that submissive pig in you was reacting to its proper title. I knew you needed to be released from the bondage of self-imposed morality that you suffered under to truly wallow in your subhuman urges, and I knew I was just the man to do it. Only your cunt of a mother stood in my way, and now she’s gone…and don’t think I didn’t notice that reaction to the word “cunt”, pig…you’ll be hearing a lot more of your proper titles from now on.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and gripped me under the chin. Something told me to open my mouth, and he grinned and spat into it. I closed my mouth and swallowed. “”Nature at its finest, boy” he said, “you aced the advanced course, now let’s give you a water break.” Coming soon (I PROMISE) part 5

PART II When I finished up in the shower, I walked back to Coach Pitt’s office, where I found him sitting on the couch, jacking his giant dick to some homemade porn. On the computer screen there was a hot jockboy on his back, legs spread, getting piston-bred by a hung stud top. When the top pulled out, his cock glistened with a thick layer of cum, and a steady stream of seed poured out of the boy’s ripped-up fuckhole. Then I looked a little closer. Wait a second, I thought—I know this boy. “Is that Tom Goldsmith?” I asked Coach Pitt, totally shocked to see someone I knew spreading his sloppy hole for raw cock in a homemade sex tape. Tom Goldsmith was team captain the year before me. He was one year ahead and one weight class heavier. I idolized him. I’d also found myself staring at his giant swinging cock and heavy balls during every single weigh-in. “You got it,” said Coach, placing the image on pause, then turning to me, saying “I filmed this almost exactly a year ago, just after his 18th birthday. He was curious about cock, but didn’t want to get fucked, so for a few weeks, Strickland and I broke him down little by little, plying him with drugs, jacking our dicks while we watched porn together, showing him our homemade videos. He resisted for awhile, but finally he broke, and in the end, he turned into one hot, hungry, twisted fagboy cumdump.” I stared at the frozen image on the screen where I could see Tom stretching his fuckhole as widely as possible, staring intently at the raw cock that was making a beeline for his wide-open cum-soaked cunt. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “Listen, buddy—don’t you worry,” said Coach, motioning for me to sit down next to him. “I know this looks really intense. You don’t need to go this far. We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable doing, boy.” As I sat down, Coach’s fingers drifted down to my newly shaven hole. He placed his index finger gently against the entrance to my cunt and massaged it, causing me to let out a guttural moan. My legs spread a little wider. He dug his finger deeper. Then I gasped: “I want to be that kind of boy for you, too.” Coach inserted a second finger into my hole. “Good. I’m glad you want that, Lance,” he said, adding “It just might take some time. A true cumdump surrenders to raw cock, no questions asked. You beg for each dick to plant seed deep inside your body. Tom took 22 loads on the night we filmed this. It’s not a safe way to play.” He reached for the remote, turned up the volume on the monitor, and pressed play. Through the computer speakers I could now hear Tom saying “Yeah,” I heard the jockbottom growl. “Yeah?” replied the top man who was about to shove his raw cock inside Tom’s leaking pussy, “You want this, fag?” Tom spread his hole wider, answering “Yes please, fucker. Please fucking poz me. Shoot your virus into my guts and take my fuckin’ hole to the dark side.” With that, the top shoved in. I was mesmerized. As I stared at the screen, precum streamed out of my rock-hard dick. Coach gathered the fluid with his fingers and worked it into my fuckhole. “You like that, huh?” Coach remarked, pulling me closer to himself as he put the movie back on pause. “You like hearing Tom beg for poz cum?” “Coach, I love it.” “Good boy. I’m so glad to hear that.” I paused for a moment, terrified to say what I was thinking, but somehow I just couldn’t stop myself. Coach encouraged me, asking "What is it? You can tell me anything, Lance." My reply blurted-out: “Can I do that tonight, Coach? Please?” “Do what, Lance?” “Get my hole fucked full of poz cum.” Coach grinned, pulled me into a hug, and kissed me deep while his hands continued to massage and relax my hungry jockbutt. Then he looked deep into my eyes. “Lance, I would so love to see this pretty virgin hole get knocked up with HIV. But are you sure you’re ready?” “It scares the fuck out of me, but yeah, I want it bad.” “Then let’s get you knocked up, boy. Tonight.” “Fuck yeah. Thank you, Coach.” “No, boy—thank you. I’m so proud of you for embracing the poz pig you’re destined to be. But first, I have one more thing to show you.” He hit play again. From the monitor, I heard Coach’s voice—apparently he was the camera operator—saying, “Here, Strickland. Hold the camera. I want to give this boy another load.” The camera jostled, then steadied again. I saw Coach’s muscular chest, defined abs, and giant cock enter the frame. “You want more?” Coach asked the bottom boy, who grinned and nodded, answering “Please, Coach, pump my butt full of another load of your sweet poz cum.” I turned to look at Coach. He was watching me, grinning as he massaged my hole with two fingers. His dark eyes glinted as he nodded approval, and I nodded back. “Yes,” was all I said. Then his smile got bigger. I looked back at the monitor where I saw Coach’s fat dick enter Tom’s sloppy cumhole. Tom groaned. Then I heard Coach say to him: “Fuck yeah, you little pozzed-up slampig.” Meanwhile, Coach worked a third finger into my hole. I looked back into his eyes and he kissed me, deep and rough. “Damn,” he said with a growl, “You are somethin' else, Lance. I can’t wait to pound a poz load deep inside my boy's hungry butt.” “Please, Coach.” “Yeah, boy? Is that what you want?” “Yes. Please make me yours. Poz me up. I want everything you’ve got.” “Absolutely, you fuckin’ jockpig,” he said, pulling me close to him and pressing his dick against my partied-up fuckhole. “Tonight you become all mine.” MORE SOON...

PART 3 As I gratefully slurped on Jake's fat poz dick, I couldn't get over how sweet his seed tasted as it dripped from his twitching cock. Precum continued to pulse out of his shaft. His balls still hung heavy with millions of infected sperm. I wanted all of that seed swimming up in my guts, taking over my body, colonizing me with his deadly DNA. I looked up at him, and he grinned at me, shaking his head and laughing. "That's only your first load, and you're already addicted to my virus," he said. "You're such a good boy. You ready for more poz dick?" "Fuck yeah," I said, arching my back even more and spreading my knocked-up cunt for Trey, who was rubbing the head of his raw cock against my dripping hole. Trey slapped my ass. "That's not just a hole anymore," he said to me. "That's a fuckin' CUMhole. Isn't that right, boy?" "Yes," I answered. "What's that cumhole for?" Trey asked. "For taking raw dick and poz seed," I said. "Damn, Jake. He's such a good boy," Trey said. "I think he deserves a little bump of T inside this swollen cunt." "Fuck yeah, baby," Jake said, leaning over to spread my hole with his hands. "Put a few shards on the end of your raw dick and work 'em in. Make him bleed a little more. Get him even hungrier. I want him good and wrecked before Beau shoves his toxic dick inside this hungry little fuckhole. Hey, boy," he said to me. "You feel that cum dripping out of your cunt? Trey's gonna plug you up with his dick and work all that poz jizz into your little neg butt, your tissues, your bloodstream. He's gonna rub my sperm deeper into you. And from here on out, we're only gonna use our virus as lube. Got that?" "Yes," I answered. "Yes. Please. I want it. More poz seed. Inside me. Deeper. Please." Jake grunted approval. As I kept worshipping his twitching poz dick, I heard Trey rustling around in a plastic bag behind me. Then I felt the head of his cock push up inside my hole, along with a scratching, burning heat that first made me tense up. But just a moment later, hunger radiated up my spine, and I backed my hole onto his dick in one greedy backward thrust. "Thatta bitch," said Trey. "Fuck yourself on my poz dick, boy. Fuck yourself to death. I want to see how much you want my virus." I pushed off his cock, then pushed back again to swallow his shaft with my partied-up hole. Then again. And again. Faster. Hungrier. Grunting, panting, whimpering with pain and insane pleasure, possessed by a deep need for these men to make me theirs forever. I glanced over at Beau, who was still hard at work under the desklamp. Were those needles in his hands? And why was one of the syringes a deep shade of red? Trey didn't last long: after a minute or two of watching me impale myself on his poz dick, he grabbed my hips and reclaimed control of my neg cunt. "Fuck, Jake," he said. "I'm not gonna last much longer. This boy needs another dose of our strain. Don't you, boy?" I whimpered. Jake smacked me on the side of the head. "Trey asked you a question, boy. Do you want his strain?" "Yes, I want his poz strain," I replied. "Please infect me. Knock my ass up. Make me yours. Own me. POZ ME. PLEASE." Hearing that, Trey's breath grew shorter, and his dick got even harder. "Fuck you, bitch," he said to me. "You're getting pozzed tonight whether you want it...or...NOT." Then he went into a convulsive, ass-pounding orgasm, his poz dick pumping stream after stream of tainted cum into my wide-open neg hole. As he continued to shake with each pulse of his fat dick, I pushed my ass against him again, working his cock with my swollen cunt, doing everything I could to drain him completely and get that strain as deep as it could go. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Beau watching us from the desk, his hand working his dick as his balls bounced with every stroke. I was mesmerized by those balls -- low and full and deadly. Beau smiled. "I think this boy's ready for the next stage of his initiation," he said to Jake. Jake nodded. With Trey's dick still twitching inside my slopped-up cumhole, Beau walked over and knelt down beside me, turning my face to look at him. He was in his late twenties, and had the look of a fratboy gone to the dark side: backwards ball cap, strong jawline, military haircut, muscled-up pecs, and a trail of fur running down the middle of his abs to a veiny cock, even bigger than Jake's, that was perfect for pozzing up uninitiated jockboy hole. It was his eyes that gave him away: dark, almost pitch-black, piercing, the eyes of a Devil who's out to destroy. "We've made you into a hungry boy," he said to me. "But it's time to make you even hungrier. Are you ready to be a shameless, trashy cumpig for us to pimp out and poz up all night long? You ready to go to the next level?" I nodded. "I'm ready," I said. "I'll do anything. I want your virus. Bad." "Anything?" "Anything. Please. Poz me." Beau grinned, and turned to Trey. "Let's put him on the couch," he said. "Prop up his arm on a pillow." He walked back to the desk, returning with four syringes. He handed one each to Jake and Trey, put another behind his ear, and held out the last one for me to see. It was a deep crimson red. "See that, boy? That's my blood. I melted a syringe full of Tina with my fucking toxic blood, and I'm gonna pump this into your vein. After that, you're gonna be 50 times higher than you are right now. By that point, you won't even feel like a hot little jockboy anymore -- you'll be nothing but a hole, and you'll welcome every AIDS-infected cock deep in your wrecked cunt. You ready for that, fucker?" I turned to Jake. He rubbed my chest reassuringly. "It's OK, pig," he told me. "Believe me, you want this. Just trust us. You'll fucking love it." Beau was already applying a tourniquet to my arm. Meanwhile, Jake and Trey were doing the same to theirs. "Watch Jake do his hit," Beau said to me. "He's going to stick the needle in his vein, draw it back to make sure that he's directly connected to his bloodstream, then push the plunger in. That delivers the T right into his circulatory system. Watch." I watched. Jake inserted the needle. He pulled back the plunger, a flood of red filling the syringe. Then he pushed the plunger in, pulled the needle out, and released the tourniquet, raising his arm above his head. His mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back. He let out a long, shaky breath. And his dick suddenly curved even further upward, a stream of precum oozing out of his piss-slit as he broke into an ecstatic grin. "See that?" said Beau. "Now, it's gonna be really intense at first. You might feel like you're having trouble breathing, and you might feel really warm all of a sudden. But don't worry -- that's normal. Just relax into it. OK?" "OK," I said, resting my arm on the pillow. Beau had no trouble finding a vein, gently inserting the needle into my arm. Even from that initial puncture, I felt a tiny rush from the T on the needle. He pulled the plunger back, and the red color of the syringe grew even darker. "Ready, boy?" he said, looking me in the eye. "You ready to take my virus directly into your bloodstream?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "Push that poz blood into me." "You didn't have a choice, bitch." He plunged the syringe's contents into my vein just before releasing the tourniquet. It hit me immediately. I felt a powerful rush in my head, and I went into a coughing fit as I tasted something chemical at the back of my throat. Then my breathing grew shallow, causing me to have a moment of panic -- but then Jake was lying down next to me, wrapping his arms around me, running his hands over my chest and stomach. "Just relax, buddy," he said. "It's OK. It's intense, I know. But just relax into it. Relax." I looked him in the eyes, my breathing still tense and labored. "Here," he said. "Does this help?" With a light touch of his fingers, he moved down to my slopped-up cumhole, gently inserting two fingers just an inch or two into my cunt. As soon as his fingers entered my knocked-up butt, all thoughts of panic vanished. Suddenly my fuckhole was the center of my universe -- it expanded around his fingers, seemed to expand into the entire room. I was nothing but a hungry slammed-up poz-craving cunt dripping with two loads of viral seed. Nothing else -- just a hole, ready to surrender to any dick that wanted to mark me and charge me up. My eyes rolled back in my head, I let out a long, low moan, and my hole felt ready to swallow Jake's hand. He grinned. "There you go," he said. "That's the sound of a slampig being born." I looked up toward Beau, who was just then plunging the syringe into his vein. My eyes fixated on his cock as it twitched and dripped during his initial rush. Meanwhile, he stared right back at me. "Show me your slampig fuckhole," Beau said. "Spread it. I wanna see what I'm gonna flood with poz seed." I spread my cum-soaked, torn-up hole as far as I could. He watched me with his dark Devil eyes, jacking his unmedicated poz cock, his fat shaft glistening like steel. "Nice," he said to me, his eyes gleaming with a hunger to destroy me -- me, this helpless negboy bitch with veins pumped full of Tina and tainted blood. "Keep those legs up, boy. I'm gonna pound that cunt and poz you the fuck up." MORE SOON...

This faggot needs to be addicted to Tina till he's a brainless whore for his stepdad. Let's hope daddy hatefully him real bad and pinps out his whole to those dirty nasty Mexican garbage guys for Tina! oink

"Now", he said, pulling my desk chair to the middle of the room, and sitting down in it, "Now comes the fun part. I want to see you fuck yourself with that dildo. Technically, you could still be considered a virgin by some, with just finger penetration. So, I want to see you take your own virginity...you and you alone. Show me how much you want cock." Even through my euphoric fog, I could feel the doubt rising. Yeah, the dildo was just outside my hole, but I was restrained. How the fuck did he expect me to fuck myself? I made a couple desperate noises in the back of my throat, but Bud just sat back and started stroking his cock. Desperately, I tried to slide down on the dildo, but there was nothing to stop it from just sliding away. Then, I had a brainstorm - folding my leg so that it was at the end of the dildo to keep it from moving (which required some contortion) I got the dildo back to my hole, just barely inside it. Then, I slid up the wall as far as I could go, getting a higher angle on the dildo, and suddenly it all came together. The dildo, stuck to my hole, finally got upright underneath it, and I slid down onto it. If I had been a sober virgin, or not been restrained, I probably wouldn't have, as a virgin, taken the whole thing in one go. As it was, the sound that came out of me as it hit home was definitely a squeal. Bud leaned back in his chair, this shit-eating grin on his face, and said, "Fuck yeah, faggot." I don’t know that I could put into words the feeling of being high as a fucking kite and slamming your virgin-ish ass straight onto a dildo. If you’ve never done it, you just can’t understand. For those of you who have done it, you’ll never forget the feeling. I’m not actually sure how much time passed with me just zoning into the feeling before Bud leaned forward and said, “Hey boy, that hole isn’t going to fuck itself”. This presented the next problem – how was I, restrained ankle to wrist on both sides, impaled on a dildo with no leverage, going to fuck myself? The chemicals in my system, and the chemicals just introduced into my system by the dildo, mixed together to provide a brainstorm. Beds, I thought, have mattresses and box springs. Box springs, I thought, have, well, springs. Springs, I concluded triumphantly, make you bounce. Much to Bud’s delight, I managed to slowly start to bounce myself up and down on the bed, which succeeded in making the dildo slide in and out just enough to give my hole the sensation of being fucked. Bud sat back and grinned, “Nature always finds a way, right boy?” I grunted in response, caught up in the intensity of the action. The interesting thing that hadn’t occurred to me at this point was that the entire time, ever since being woken up to my step-dad playing with my ass, I hadn’t spoken more than two words, sticking entirely to animalistic noises. There was no gag or any other impediment to speaking, I was just too caught up in everything to enunciate my feelings verbally. Something else that I hadn’t really focused on was the fact that despite my cock being out of commission (I seem to recall that happening to some people when they “partied”), I did get some blood rushing to it every time Bud called me “boy” or “faggot” in a derogatory tone. Of course, I guess if I overanalyzed everything, it would take quite a lot of the enjoyment out of it. I had my eyes closed, so caught up in the chemically induced sexual euphoria and making certain that the dildo bouncing in and out of my hole was hitting all the rights spots, that I didn’t notice that Bud had stopped his masturbating, gotten out of the chair, and come to stand over me again. Actually my first clue was when a hand was place on either one of my shoulders and he shoved me down on the dildo, hard. I don’t think I had ever felt such an intense moment of pain and pleasure so completely balanced, and if my cock had been in full working order, I would have shot the biggest load you’ve ever seen. As it was, the feeling just kept going and going, and I was definitely whimpering as Bud forced me to look into his eyes again. “You went from virgin to fucking whore in 60 seconds, didn’t you, boy? I’m impressed”, he said. More pressure on my shoulders led to louder whimpering. His cold blue eyes narrowed, “Now, you’ve been making entirely too much noise, boy. I think we need to keep your mouth occupied.” He stroked his monster cock a couple times, and I think I gurgled in the back of my throat. “First though,” he said, “I think you have outgrown this tiny toy, don’t you?” He pushed me so that my back was against the wall again, and my hole, filled with the dildo, was exposed. He took the end of the dildo in his hand, and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “This is probably going to fucking hurt, boy,” he said, “but something tells me that you’ll like it.” Then he jerked the dildo out of my hole in one swift, painful pull. All I had time for was a gasp before it felt like the air had been knocked out of me. It wasn’t even really the pain that I minded so much as the feeling of being empty, because I knew that I needed to be filled. But then there were Bud’s fingers, three of them this time, and since they tingled and burned where they passed, I knew that he was giving me more “pig feed” as he like to call it. I lost myself a little in the enjoyment of feeling his fingers slide further and further in. While his one hand was occupied he grabbed my chin again with the other and we looked into each other’s eyes. “You are just loving this, you faggot,” he said, “you haven’t even noticed that I’m keeping my hand still and you are the one shoving yourself further onto it.” Another moment, and he ordered, “Open your mouth.” It was pretty much impossible for me not to obey Bud’s orders at this point, so I did. He looked at me again, gauging me I think, and then calmly spat a huge gob of saliva into my mouth. “Swallow, boy” he sharply ordered, so I did. That made him grin. “Fucking faggot boy,” he grinned, “Nature at her finest.” Then he pulled his fingers out. “I think it’s time,” he said, “to graduate you to the big boy dildo, and to see how well you handle being filled up at both ends.” He unhooked the restraints on my wrists and ankles, and I let out a disappointed little moan, since I had quite enjoyed being in bondage. “I know, boy,” he said, “but you need to show me just how badly you want all of this, and in order to do that, you have to be an active participant. Now, faggot, get on all fours.” I scrambled to obey, and he chuckled. “Fucking faggot,” was all he said. Then he picked up the larger of the two dildos, and put some lube on it, and moved around to my hole. “Now, boy,” he said, “this is going to want to slip out, but you have to keep those ass muscles tight to make certain that doesn’t happen.” With that, he slid it in. I think that my eyes must have rolled back into my head at the feeling of such fullness. A little sigh of contentment passed through my lips, and Bud chuckled again. Once the dildo was in place, he smacked my ass, and said, “Remember, boy, it has to stay there.” Then, he moved around so that I was face to, well, monster cock. “Open wide, boy,” he said, “It’s time for the advanced course.” Coming soon, part 4.

Sounds like the perfect Stepdad to me!

I jump on any dick and I don't care who fucks me. Unless they can't get it up or it's not hard enough to go in. I've taken loads from big guys and some quite old, but with a hard-on and willing to fuck. I've taken great loads from older unatractive guys.

love it...love this response!

No loads refused. A penis and a pulse - what else do you need?

Reese had just seeded his new fuck boy Christopher with three loads of his toxic seed after introducing Christopher to G and T. He laid on top of Christopher with his- softening prick still buried deep in the boys ass when he heard a noise from the living room. His roommate and the guy who had done to him (almost 2 years earlier) as he did to Christopher introducing Reese to G and T came in the apartment that they shared. His name was Brad. Brad was a tall, muscular leather type who loved to use and abuse a hole. Although Reese was one of his conquests, he was not the only one that Brad used this way. Brad often visited the baths and college johns where he could easily prey on unsuspecting college boys willing and unwilling holes that he would poz up any chance he could get. Reese informed Brad of his consequence and Brad wasted no time in fixing himself a slam to share with Christopher. While Reese began to smoke some T from a pipe he kept handy, Brad prepared to slam himself then used the same needle to slam Christopher for the second time that night. When Brad was ready to give Christopher the slam, Reese took a big hit off the pipe and kissed Christopher, exhaling the smoke into the boys lungs and Brad stuck the needle in his arm and shot in the young bucks second slam of his life. Reese felt the cough from Christopher as they kissed and moved out of the way so that Brad could get between Christopher's legs and take his well seeded ass. All Christopher could say was fuck, fuck, fuck! Brad looked down on him and rammed the entire length of his 9 and a half inch cock deep in the boys hungry ass. Christopher could only moan as Brad fucked him hard and deep. Pushing Reese's cum deeper into his ass. Reese went out and got water and Viagra's for all. Upon returning he slipped 2 little blue pills along with some X in Christopher's mouth and gave him some G laced water and told him to swallow. Reese then gave Brad the same just before taking his own similar dose. Reese knew that with T it would take two 100 mg Viagra's to get Christopher and himself hard and help Brad keep his death stick rock hard for hours. Christopher was feeling really good. He was getting into being fucked and looked over to Reese who was still sucking on the pipe. He reached up and Reese leaned in to kiss him as they again shared the smoke as Reese exhaled. Reese broke off the kiss and moved down to take Christopher's dripping cock into his mouth. As he did this, Christopher turned his head and pulled Reese over him so that he could get at Reese's cock. As the Viagra took effect, both Reese's and Christopher's cocks began to respond and grow. Reese was impressed with the sucking skills of the young buck. He wanted to give Christopher his first taste of cum and hopefully Christopher will be addicted to it and be the cock and cum whore that Brad had turned him into a couple years before. Brad began to breath heavier and asked what Christopher wanted. Christopher paused his cock sucking to simply say he wanted more of what he's been getting all along that night. Brad took that as a sign and hammered home his seed deep into the former virgin hole. Brad was a heavy cummer and knew that he shot a lot of his charged sperm into the teen. At that moment Christopher resumed sucking on Reese's cock and felt his own balls churning. It didn't take long for Reese to begin swallowing the young buck's neg load. That sent Reese over the edge and he shot his seed into the willing mouth of the teen. Brad did not slow down. He kept up a good pace, and whispered into Reese's ear as he rose up from his position sucking Christopher's dick. Reese disappeared as Brad continued to fuck he seed deeper into the young studs hole. Without missing a stroke, Brad picked up Christopher and flip over so that Christopher was now riding his dick. Reese came back with a large, needle-less syringe. When Brad saw that Reese was back he stopped fucking into the boy. Reese came in behind Christopher and massage his shoulders, slowly moving his hands down his back till he reached just above his eager hole when he inserted the syringe around Brad's dick and shot a good booty bump into Christopher. Christopher could feel the burn as the T took its effect directly on his already hungry ass. As Brad waited as the T soaked into Christopher's well fucked ass, Reese resumed massage Christopher's back and as he moved back up to his shoulders and then down to his low back Brad nodded, giving Reese the signal to make his move. Reese pushed down on Christopher's back as Brad pulled him in to his chest. Christopher was really tweaked now and was not really aware what was about to happen until he felt Reese push his cock in along side Brad's. Christopher looked back over his shoulder at Reese as he moaned out more from the pain then the pleasure he was experiencing earlier. The two wasted no time in fucking into the well stretched hole as Christopher began to moan and simply said that this felt great. Brad was a lot close to cumming then Reese was since Reese had shot 4 loads already and Brad had only deposited 2 loads. Now they were going to give Christopher multiple loads at the same time. After 2 good slams a booty bump, smoking some T and an X, Christopher could barely hold himself up. That's when Reese grabbed him from behind and held him close as the 2 fucked his ass without mercy. Load by load was shot into the studs ass as he floated through his chemical and sexual high. After almost 2 hours of constant fucking, both Brad and Reese needed a break and a shower. They pulled out and carried Christopher to their large shower and turned the water on. Brad and Christopher entered the shower and after they rinsed off, Brad placed his hands on his shower mate's shoulders, pushing Christopher to his knees. Christopher wasted no time in taking Brad's soft cock into his mouth to suck. As he was sucking on Brad's dick, Brad slowly let Tina piss slip from himself into Christopher's mouth. The unsuspecting new cock whore swallowed the Tina piss without even realizing what he was doing. The Tina piss found its way into his system giving him more of a high. As Christopher sucked the piss from Brad's dick, he also was bringing life back to his cock. Brad then pulled his new cock whore to his feet, turned him around to resume fucking him, but before he slid his now erect cock into the boys ass, he slid his fingers in to massage the already plentiful cum into Christopher's ass. Brad had 4 fingers easily in his hungry ass then he went for broke and placed his thumb along side and tried to gain entry with his fist. It was almost in when he gave up, knowing another slam would get his fist deep in the boys rectum. He positioned the boy and slid is dick in as Reese climbed in the shower to rinse off. Brad fucked another load into Christopher before the water started to get cold. They climbed out, dried off and went the living room where they sat and chatted for a while. Reese asked what Christopher thought of Gina and Tina. Christopher told the two studs that he loved it and wanted more. Brad asked if Christopher wanted some more right then, he replied that he did. Brad and Reese looked at each other and knew that hey had a knew cock whore for the coming fall. Another slam was prepared for all to share, but Brad had a plan for this slam. He discussed his idea with Reese and then they had Christopher get on his back as Brad began to finger his hole. It was very easy for Brad to get 4 fingers in Christopher and as he went for the fist he nodded and Reese gave Christopher a very strong slam. As the slam hit Christopher hard Brad slipped his fist inside the very hungry and willing ass. Christopher moaned in pure pleasure, pleasure he had never felt before. Reese began to stroke Christopher's leaking cock as Brad proceeded to move his fist deeper. As Reese was laying next to Christopher, Christopher reached over and took Reese's hardening prick into his had and pulled it towards his eager mouth. Reese took this signal and once again the 2 were in a 69 position. As The two mutually sucked the others cock into their hungry throat, Brad worked more of his fist and forearm into the hungry ass of the new cock whore. Brad suddenly felt Christoper's ass spasm and knew Reese was swallowing another load. That sent Reese over the edge and he shot his seed deep in the willing and eager mouth of their newly educated cum hound. Slowly Brad pulled his forearm and fist from Christopher's ass. Once Brad was all the way out, Christopher looked up and simply asked, who was going to fuck him next? Brad and Reese definitely knew then that a cock whore was born!