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This thread will contain the new adventures for Cody, his Dad, and his friends. You don't need to have read "Cody's Return" Part 1 and Part 2 to know what's going on here [Moderator's Note: Links Added] , but it can give you some back story. Also, I want to say a huge thank you to all the guys who's reached out to me... there's a few of you who've messaged me here and on BBRT and got my cock very hard (you know who you are), this first chapter is dedicated to you (and what I hope we get to do). -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 1: Cody: There is a tingling, a pleasurable stinging sensation when a man’s raw cock slowly snakes its way into your ass that feels like no other kind of sex; when that man is your Dad it's even hotter. My Dad might have been asleep, but his cock was wide awake and ready to play. Considering all of the time I had recently spent with Sam, I really needed my father’s cum. I also needed to have 'the conversation' with Dad about Sam, but while my ass was quite sore, still I couldn't sleep as I was insatiably horny. I wanted Dad’s cum in my ass; his boy needed it right then. Dad was so good, so practiced at breeding my ass. It wasn't, perhaps, fair of me to let something like his need for sleep to get in the way of breeding his boy’s tight (but well used) butt. Still, as Dad and I almost always cuddle at night, and as on this night he was on his back, well, with a little lube, a little precum and a little patience, his cock slid into me nice and slow. I gritted my teeth a bit, wincing from the stinging sensation. Sam, and his friends generally fucked me hard and hung me up wet, but I didn't care; I needed Dad’s bare cock. I worked his cock slowly, ever so gradually lowering my ass onto his crotch, eventually reaching that happy moment when I could feel Dad's familiar, hairy sac, brushing against my ass cheeks. I loved the sensation of his cock being fully lodged in my ass. It was no less amazing he didn't awaken. Still, it was now well past 3:00 AM, Dad's breathing was restful and calm, so I knew he was still asleep. Sitting on his crotch, with his his fully engorged cum stick lodged inside my ass, I found myself remembering the first time Dad had fucked me. I had just turned eighteen two weeks prior. When I was too young to completely understand, my Mom died; Dad later told me she died of pancreatic cancer. All I knew was one day Mom was there, and suddenly she wasn't, leaving Dad and I alone. The funeral and burial completed, the funereal luncheon over, and now even her clothing donated to charity, Dad and I were left with each other. Any how, after Mom died, life slowly returned to normal. Not surprisingly, I suppose, Dad and I grew very close. Around the house Dad rarely wore clothes, and subsequently neither did I. He never said nudity wasn’t normal so I never gave it a second thought. As I got older it crossed my mind that our custom of stripping immediately upon getting behind the closed door of the house was perhaps not the usual practice of my friends' households, but I reasoned it was a matter of choice, and Dad and I had made the decision to make nudity a normal part of our life. Dad and I had always been open and he shared everything with me, he never talked down to me, or lied, even when I asked questions about adults or sex or the body. As I got into my teens I became a bit awkward around him even though I knew our home life wasn’t an abnormal thing. Dad and I had the conversation and he told me what he thought was right but also said I’d eventually decide what I want and what is right for me. The other thing we did that I didn’t see others do is we never closed doors, even when using the bathroom. More than once at night, from my room, I could hear him moaning. I always wanted to go to his room and see, but I never did. About the time I found the internet, my hormones were raging, but while I had a pretty good idea what was going on with Dad, I pretended not to hear it. The year I turned 18 my Dad planned a big birthday party for me and several of my friends and we had a great time. As it got late, and everyone finally left, I immediately went to my room and got rid of my clothes. I was bent over pulling off my shorts when my Dad entered my room. He was already naked and, having had a beer or two, was relaxed. We chatted about the party for a minute, but when I thought I noticed Dad checking out my body, I really didn’t give it a second thought - we had seen each other naked far to many times for his curiosity to mean anything. “Thanks for the party today, Dad, it was great.” He smiled, replying “You’re really growing up to be a handsome young adult, Cody." I think I blushed a little, then he offered, “And … you’re welcome.” With this he walked over, giving me a big hug and a kiss on my forehead. I remember feeling like a kid again, warm and safe in his hug, but then it happened: I felt my Dad’s cock rubbing against my stomach. My cock awkwardly comes to life, but then Dad releases me and left the room. My cock, however, continued to rise, thinking about Dad. I hit the lights and climbed into bed, of course being a late teenager, I immediately thought to jack off as I was horny as fuck. As I reached for myself, however, it first occurred to me that, for the past several months, the thought of Dad's body had permanently worked itself into my 'jack off fantasies' with the result Dad had become a major part of what got me off. He had become my entire world - and his cock had quite literally just been pressed against my body. In fact I could actually still smell his scent. I imagined his cock pressed against me again, my mind was racked with the thought of engaging with him in a full blown fuck session. I wanted Dad, but honestly didn't know what to make of my yearnings. So I lay in bed, beating my cock, imagining Dad's body and cock, trying to work myself to release, when suddenly I hear Dad moan. Clearly Dad was also beating off, and, as I was more than curious, I made my first major decision as an 18 year old: I was going to watch my Dad blow a load. I soundlessly moved towards his bedroom with the intent of watching, making my way down the hallway, doing my best to be conscientious of my body and any noise it might make, doing my best impression of a cat. Dropping to the floor, I crawled into Dad's room, knowing that, giving the position of his bed and the fact that the lights were off, I had a good chance of being able to crawl to the foot of his bed without Dad being aware of my presence. I really loved his bedroom as it bares the scent of his body, which left my heart pounding and my cock hard and leaking. 'Fuck it,' I thought, 'I'm gonna jack off too.' At that point Dad moaned as he worked his rod. Then, to my surprise, I distinctly heard him quietly grunt “Cody… Cod… oh fuckkkk … ohhh baby … ohhh baby boy … that’s it yeah.” I froze, asking myself 'Dad's calling my name?' Did he hear or see me? My cock felt too good, however to allow me to dwell on the question, and involuntarily I quietly moaned “Ahhhhhhhh.” At least I thought I had been quiet, but apparently not as I then felt a hand on my shoulder as my Dad gently said “Cod baby, you don’t have to hide. You can come up here. We’ve always been open with each other. You don’t have to sneak around. We can jack off together.” My eyes must have looked like those of a deer caught in the headlights of a car on a country road. “Guilty," I muttered, not really knowing how to respond to him, followed by the croak "Okay", as I swallowed hard, my eyes completely trained on the shadow above me. I could barely see him as I got to my feet, moving to the side of the bed. “Get under the covers with me, son,” Dad said as he pulled the sheets back. I could just make out a shadowy naked form. Still I looked down, trying to see his cock, only to realize my father was awaiting me. “Come on boy," he urged. Looking back at him, I climbed into bed as he turned on a side lamp, which gave a dim light, enough light, however, that I could now see his face. “Dad, ..." I stammered. “It’s okay, son. I told you no secrets between us. I love you.” “I love you too, Dad.” "And it looks like I’m not the only one who’s horny.” I blushed a bit, but smiled, a smile which Dad returned, which broke the tension of the moment. “Dad … I … I’m just …." “You what, baby boy? It's okay, it’s me. We share everything. You can tell me anything." “I love you!, no, I want you!” I blurted out, interrupting him. There it was out in the open. Then I immediately look away feeling awkward; Dad, however, took my chin in his hand, turning my face to his. “Dad .…” Dad placed his finger over my lips, “Shhhh…”, his eyes looking through me, then he looks down towards my cock. Before I could think, he placed my left hand on his cock, and, taking my cock in his hand, we began slow-stroking each other, not speaking, but also not breaking eye contact. I couldn't believe I was actually stroking another man's cock - in fact, my Father's cock. For that matter his precum was slicking-up my hand. Dad leaned in towards me, a broad smile on his face, our eyes trained on each other. Dad’s face was now right against mine and he’s looking at me and my mouth and then my eyes, back and forth. This was it, the first time I was jacking off with my father, when he suddenly presented me with another first: without preamble, he presses his lips to mine and kissed me. Not a kiss such as he had given me in the past, a fatherly peck, no, this was a lover’s kiss. I did my best to match the intensity of his kiss, and as I did, his cock spurted a particularly generous quantity of precum. After that Dad invited me to sleep with him every night. It wasn’t long until I learned to suck and appreciate his big cock; my Dad, my boyfriend. Dad said, “Once you become an adult you can decide for myself what you want Cod,” making it clear he trusted my judgment. For me, I was sold: this was what I had fantasized about, my first boyfriend – my own father. “Ahhhhhhhh……….. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…,” a huge groan and exhalation. Dad’s hands were now holding my thighs; I was riding my father’s cock. He was, of course, fully awake. At this point though I’m impaling myself on his cock, and as much as it stings, I really want his cum inside me – I’m working him hard to get it. “Ohhhhh fuck boy ... ohhhhh fuck … you needed Daddy’s cock huh?” I let out a long moan, “Yeeeeeeeeess….” “Do it boy… ride Daddy’s big cock.” The sounds of sex in the room is obvious as we could both hear the sloshing sound of a raw cock fucking a cummy ass. “Is that cum in there, boy?” “Yes, Daddy,” I replied, trying to sound younger than my 22 years since I know it makes him a little crazy. “FUUUUCCCKKK that’s hot!” Dad seems so horny, but he also seems completely happy to just lie here and let me do all the work for to get his spunk. I start wondering if, having had a great deal of sex with Sam and his friends, I was HIV+, and then the thought also crossed my mind “If I’m positive from Sam having fucked me, will Sam also have converted Dad? "Ohhhhhh…. Ohhhhhh…. It feels so fucking good Dad." “Yeah boy… ride me… I’m getting close." I knew my Dad was about to cum inside my ass, if only because he never lasted long after he says the magic word 'close'. The thought of Sam fucking me flashed through my mind, especially the several occasions where I begged him to fuck poz cum into me, which he was more than happy to do. If I was now positive, what could I say? I had asked him for his poz load far more than once. “Dad … I … I …., “ but the words weren't forth coming, which was fine anyhow, as my next (quite involuntary) utterance was “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……… ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Oh fuck … Daaaaa…..” and my ass clamped down on his cock as a huge load comes flying out of the business end of my cock. “Oh fuck…. Oh fuck…, “ as my orgasm racked my body. “Cod! ... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” Dad's cock was obviously releasing its pent up load. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck Cod…. Ohhhhhhhhhh … Ohhhhhhhh.” Our grunts, moans, and ragged breathing were heavy as our orgasms subsided, and we gradually came down from the release. “That is so fucking hot,” I moaned between deep gasps. “Yes it is baby boy … needed that so bad,” Dad gasped, adding "…and I’m soaked now.” We both laughed. I climbed off his cock and lay down beside him, kissing Dad. He leaned into me, squishing all of my cold, wet cum into my stomach. I loved him so much, and couldn't think of the words to explain I might be infected, even if I knew Dad had always been there for me, and been open with me. Still, I had to find the words. “Did you have a good time with your friends last night?” I asked him. “Yeah it was good … this is better,” he replied as he kissed me. “You?” "Same with me …, “ pausing, and adding "Dad, I’ve been having sex with .…” "It's okay, Cod, I’ve been having sex too.” “Sam?” I blurted out. “Yes," he answered, pausing, only to add, “Sam … how did you too connect?” “Uhmmm… well saw a message from him on your phone once, and then didn’t know it was him, but met him on BBRT and we started talking and well ... He’s fucked me a couple times.” There was an awkward pause, then he says, “Same with your old man, I guess. I don’t ‘always’ go jogging.” A laugh escaped us both, giving me the courage to say “Haha… uhmm yeah … figured. Dad it’s just that … well, I’ve been fucking bareback.“ Another pause. “Me too, baby boy… always hated condoms. I got tested last week.” “You did… what did…?” “Negative.“ I looked at him, paused, ran the thoughts through my mind and resume saying “I haven’t actually tested poz … so who says I am until they tell me otherwise?” Then Dad piped in, suggesting "Why don’t we go this week? We can get tested together.” “But you just ….” “Doesn’t matter. Besides, the guy that works there.…” "Oh, I know. You mean 'Chris'." "Yeah… how did you?” "Fuckbud brought him over once. He’s hot.” "Yeah he is ... anyways, not that you’re positive, but you can see how easy it is to test, and maybe it’ll put your mind at rest.” “Yeah … uhmmm… okay” was my only reply. The day went by and Dad and I spend it together. Then next morning Dad was out for a jog when it hit me "I bet Sam is fucking him right now.” Part of me was jealous. I was really horny, so I decided to find out. Me: I’m horny Sam: Me too Sam: Busy today though Me: Breeding my Dad? Sam: Maybe: P Me: Fuck! I want Sam: What do you want? Me: + cum Sam: Dirty boy Sam: Jake asked if he can text you, gave him your #, hope that’s ok Me: That guy you told me about before? That’s cool, can I have his # too? Sam: Yeah I’ll send it, one sec Sam sends me Jake’s # and I decide to message him instead of waiting when literally a message from an unknown contact appears on my phone. Jake: Hey this is Jake, … Sam gave me #, hope it’s cool to message you Me: That’s weird Me: I was just going to text you lol Jake: LOL Me: Yeah it’s cool … Sam told me he gave you my # Jake: He talk about me? Me: A little lol Jake: Oh really? What’d he say? Me: Nm … just said you guys had some group fun Jake: Yeah we did … that it? Me: He said you’re HIV+ … prob from that night Jake: Yep I’m poz Jake: About a month now Me: Hope its ok he told me that … don’t wanna seem nosey Jake: Its cool Me: So you got it from him? Jake: Always bb’d here Jake: We think his hot friend Sergei is the one that actually gave it to me Me: How do you know that? Jake: I’m horned. Can we get together? Horny? Me: LOL… always Me: Yeah that’s cool Jake: HOT (includes a pic of his cock) Me: Damn… that’s a hot cock! Jake: And it’s poz … sure it’s ok? Me: Hell, yeah -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake: Cody gave me his address and I told him I was immediately heading out to his place. The thought that we were both HIV+ left my cock leaking. But then he'll confirm as much at some point when he gets tested. I intended to make him beg me for poz cock and then when he does test poz, we’ll hopefully discuss it, and I’ll let him know he got it from me. The thought of watching him fuck and breed a few guys before he got tested, just so he could still claim to be neg, was perversely exciting, especially knowing when he finally learns he had converted, he might get weird about being poz and fucking raw. Or even worse, he might go on meds right away. Personally I didn't intend to take any meds until I had to. I wanted to share the bug with as many guys as I could. On the drive to Cody’s house the thought of Chris, the hot guy at the testing center crossed my mind, specifically the way he flirted with all the guys there. Was he truly an incorrigible flirt, or was he actually poz, and using his job as a way into other guys' pants? Or perhaps, was he still neg and chasing the bug? I decided I would just have to find out.

Walked out of work at 1030am to grab a coffee and went to check out a local toilet on the way (ok maybe it was a bit out of the way) and this muscly short married guy was there that I've sucked a few times. He has put the tip of his cock in my ass a few times but he freaks out and says he only plays safe. But today I was sucking him and lubing my ass with spit so when he told me to turn around so he could see my ass his cock slid in too easily and he couldn't help himself but keep fucking. He shot one load in my ass and then I sucked him some more and then he fucked me again and filled my ass completely with his thick cum. Fucking loved it.

Part 3: My dad said that when my mom died, it was Sam’s idea to get me over here and to initiate me into the family. Sam wanted me to be part of the family and the only way to be truly part of the family was to be converted as he had done with his own son James. As with me, James grew up with his parents divorced but he had lived with his father Sam and didn’t have much of a relationship with his mother. Sam had suspected that James might be gay as he matured into an adult but didn’t have 100% confirmation until the summer after he had turned 19. Sam came back early from a business trip home and came into his house to see James on his hands and knees being plowed by his friend, Jamal . Sam watched this for a few minutes before announcing himself to both of them by coming into the room naked and hic cock dripping with precum. Before James could say anything sam stopped him and said if you are going to fuck in my place then you need to share your friend with me. James’s buddy started shooting into James at the sound of that and once he finished cumming, Sam immediately replaced him and started plowing his son. James was in heaven taking Sam’s cock and before he knew it Sam was blowing his load into James. What James didn’t know yet was that he had just taken his first toxic load. Over the course of the next few hours Sam plowed both James and his buddy a couple of more times giving each of them their first toxic loads. Later that evening Sam and James talked and James confessed that he had been looking for a chance to play with his dad as he had seen his dad fuck other guys before but never thought he would get the chance. James said that he has always been attracted to guys and Jamal was the first guy he had been with. Sam asked him why James didn’t use a condom and James simply said that he didn’t like latex. When Same asked if James was ready to accept the possibility of becoming positive from barebacking he said that he hadn’t thought about it but he couldn’t fuck using condoms. Sam decided then that he wanted to poz James and that my dad should be part of the conversion. Sam decided that he was going to introduce my dad to James and show how close a family should be. The next weekend Sam told James that he was going to meet my Dad and that there were going to show James how to fuck and be fucked properly. My dad who was still adjusting to the news of being poz jumped at the chance to be part of James’s pozzing and initiation into their new family. My dad met James for the first time when he came to Sam’s place and immediately started kissing James. Not a kiss on the cheek but a deep passionate kiss and both started to undress each other. My dad slowly pushed James onto the couch and then began to rim and finger his ass as Sam watched. Slowly my dad using his sharp finger nails roughed up James’s ass and once he saw his fingers were red my dad took his cock and lined it up to James’s hole and plunged in. James was in heaven as my dad fucked him hard and fast for the next twenty minutes before my dad exploded into his tight hole. Before James could recover, Sam replaced my dad to fuck his son and this continued all weekend. By Monday morning when James had to go back to class he had taken 20+ poz loads. It was about two weeks later that James came down with the fuck flu. Sam and my dad nursed him through it and then told him it was time for him to embrace being toxic and he should start breeding his friends like Sam and my dad did to him. James had something change in him that day as he realized he needed to breed others and he wanted someone to be with that would share that desire. When my dad and Same talked about bringing me into the family, James got superhard thinking about having a brother that he could play with and use to help breed Sam suggested to James that I could be someone James would have a deep connection with but he would need to help foster it and bring me over to seeing the benefits of being a nasty toxic pig. Next time – James, Sam and my dad show me the way forward

The first time I found out I had an std i was freaked out, grossed out, and said to myself, I'm never having sex again. Fast forward 2 weeks and I was back to having sex. Personally, catching an std/sti is just part of barebacking. It's like getting in the car. You know you're going to hit a red light as some point. You stop, deal with it and move on. i decided to get back on PrEP. I missed one day--yesterday. I want to see how PrEP holds up to this much cum. Plus, my ass is going to be wrecked! I don't care either way if I am pozzed. I say that now. But we will see what happens in the next few weeks after my anon breeding session tomorrow.

I think it would have been hooter if he told you he was poz as he unloaded up your neg hole.

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.

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

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.

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.

Payton’s Second Job Being new in town and desperate to make new friends was the right (or wrong) combination that has brought Payton to this point in his life. Payton graduated from college 2 years ago with a teaching degree and ended up having to take a job across the country. He packed up in a U-haul and headed the 2000 miles from the Midwest to Arizona. Payton’s new employer assisted him in finding a place to live, but the pay was not that great. With little money to go and do things Payton often found himself sitting at home jerking off to porn. He was lonely and starved for friends since he had left all of his friends back home. That’s when Payton met James and his crew (there was James who seemed to be the leader of the group, Rick, Bruce and Michael). They were around his age, 24, athletic and seemed to come right out of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue. They all lived together and worked in a company owned by James and they all seemed so cool and the kind of guys Payton love to hang around. Although Payton had decent job, he was always short on cash when the group went out. One day James asked him if he’d be interested in making some extra cash. Payton really like these guys and was interested in making some money on the side. James looked at his buds and they all knew that Payton would fit in well with their business. They told Payton that it was a modeling job and it would take all weekend. He was told that he could make anywhere from $5000 to $15000. Payton asked if he had to do anything illegal to that James replied that he didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to do, but that what he gets paid depends on what he is willing to do. Payton agreed and he was told to be at the house Friday night after he got off work. Friday night came and Payton arrived at the house. Once inside he was told to signs some release forms regarding the job. Payton asked what the forms were for and he was told that they were just standard forms since the company’s information and activity was proprietary. Payton signed the forms without reading them. James then had Payton taken to the bathroom to prep for the job. He was then told to strip down so that James could see his body before he would have him change into the clothes hanging in bathroom. He complied without a second thought and as James looked him over, seeing how smooth he was with the exception of his bush around his cock. He was told to use the clippers and a razor to trim down the hair so it wouldn’t show around a Speedo, then to shower up before he got dressed. Payton complied and soon he was wearing a skimpy Andrew Christian swim suit and a tank top. He came out to the living room where he saw lights and a couple video and still cameras. James then directed him over to Rick and Michael who were dressed similar. Payton was given a bottle of water and told to keep hydrated throughout the shoot. He quickly opened the bottle and downed it in a few minutes as they were finishing the prep for the shoot. James gave little direction to Payton only telling him to just go with what Rick and Michael do and not to stop for any reason. By this time James was feeling a little light headed and noticed that his dick was getting hard. He was afraid that it would pop out of the skimpy swim wear. Rick and Michael were standing on either side of Payton when James yelled action. Before he knew what was happening Rick and Michael were rubbing their hands all over his body as he continued to feel strange. Payton was lost is the moment and before he knew it he was kissing Rick and Michael was licking his way down to Payton’s growing cock. Payton was caught off guard and quickly came to reality when he broke off the kiss and yelled wait. James yelled cut and asked what the problem was? Payton asked what the fuck is going on. James told him that they were making a gay porn video. Payton pronounced that he wasn’t gay. James told him that he signed the contract acknowledging his sexuality and commitment to do this video and if he didn’t want a copy ending up at his work place he’d shut up and get back to work. Payton was defeated. He knew that if any of this got back to the school he would be fired immediately, but he was having a difficult time getting into the action. James made a suggestion that he could give Payton a little more to ease his nervousness. Payton questioned more? James admitted that the water he drank was spiked with GHB and Viagra to get him in the mood. Payton was a little shocked nut it all made sense why he was feeling the way he was. And know he had to get into what he was doing with these two guys. He knew he had no choice since he pretty much signed himself away. James knew he had him. He had planned this all along to get this pretty boy into the business. They told Payton that it would be a two step process. First step was to insure that he would have and maintain an erection. For this they used a drug that was injected directly into his cock. Payton felt the sting of the needle by shortly after had the strongest erection of his life. The second step was giving him a couple pills and another injection what would relax him and get him nice and horny. Payton took the pills with some more G laced water then watched as Bruce placed a tourniquet on his left bicep, took a needle and stuck it in his arm then pushed the plunger down. After the tourniquet was removed he felt very warm and coughed really hard. James yelled yelled for them to get back to work and soon Michael had Payton’s cock in his mouth and Rick and he were deeply kissing. Payton was lost in the feelings of the drugs as the two worked him over. Before he knew it he was sucking Michael’s massive rod. At the moment Payton became a cock sucker Rick was licking and fingering Payton’s virgin hole. At first Payton was enjoying the action his ass was receiving, but then it began to burn a little and he felt his heart begin to race faster and heard a ringing in his ears. Payton then began to feel a strange sensation in his ass. It was an empty feeling that needed to be filled. His drug hazed mind knew what was happening but his body could not stop it from continuing. James took a moment and asked Payton how much money did he want to earn for this shoot, $5000 or $15000? Payton still had Rick’s tongue buried deep in his hole as he attempted to decide. He thought if he was going to do this he wanted to get as much cash as he could get. His response was simple, $15000. James got a big grin on his face and said raw. As Payton attempted to suck Michael’s dick, Rick stood up behind the kneeling newbie and began to work his own hard tool into the formerly straight boy’s virgin hole. Michael was sure to hold onto Payton’s head as Rick entered him. Payton could only moan around Michael’s cock as he was getting fucked for the first time. Between the drugs and the cock in his ass Payton was feeling really good. He began to enjoy it especially thinking about the money he was going to make for this shoot. Rick pumped his dick in and out of Payton’s hole and after a few minutes he pulled out as Michael pulled his cock out of the new porn star’s mouth. They repositioned Payton and now Michael was fucking and Rick was getting sucked. This went on for a good 30 minutes. Rick was the first to shoot his load and as Payton worked Michael’s cock Rick pounded away and then with little warning he grunted out Fuck, I’m cumming, as he shot his load deep inside Payton’s bowels. Then Michael slammed in and deposited his load and shot it deep inside Payton. Payton was left on all fours, still horny as fuck with a raging hard cock that needed relief. He was about to stroke himself off when James stopped him and told him he’d get that chance when they were all done shooting his debut porn, “Knocking up the Teacher”. The rest of the weekend Payton spent getting fucked in all positions, on a pool table, in a Jacuzzi and even in a sling. All in all he took a dozen loads from 4 different guys and even got double fucked in the final scene. Payton became one of the production company’s biggest stars. Inevitably Payton became poz from all the bareback porn he was doing and gave up teaching to do gay porn full time.

Part One Adam's throat was very dry and his stomach was fluttering like he’d never experienced before. He was standing in the park near an old, boarded-up lido, which was largely hidden by some over-grown bushes. The ‘e’ he’d taken earlier was kicking in and the words that he’d heard earlier on the phone that night reverberated round his brain: “If you go there tonight boy, every fantasy you ever had will be explored as you will be used in every way you ever imagined and more.” These were the words that had brought him there that night, as well as having caused his undersized boy cock was rock hard in his shorts. Even so, had you had saw Adam standing there on that dusky warm summer night, all you would have seen was any normal looking late teenage kid, slim fairly athletic body, sporting badly dyed spiked blonde hair, wearing board shorts and flip flops. And yeah, if you had been driving by you may have thought the kid looked suspicious, but then almost all teenage kids in south London these days seem suspicious, so most people ignore them, unless the kids are congregated in large groups. Adam downed the last of his extra strong cider, he’d drunk three already so that mixed with the ‘e’ was having him buzzing, he looked at the scrap of paper on last time even though he’d memorised everything on it before taking a deep breath before walking round to the side of the old Lido, the side that was hidden from the street. Just as he’d been told there was an old large gate and reaching through he found the combination padlock as described, his heart beating like a bass drum in his chest he undid the lock using the code he had written on the paper earlier, once inside he walked round remembering the directions he’d written down, though it was dusk now it was still light enough as he found his way easily and then there it stood before him, the door marked ‘employees only’ and gulping with nervousness he banged on the door three times. The door opened just enough for Adam to slip inside, with his legs feeling like jelly he took steps forward across the fresh hold, the heat that greeted him was stifling and he immediately started to sweat, the smells in there overwhelmed his senses, the air was thick with the heavy aroma of sweat, piss and cum. Adams eyes could not see much in the dark interior as the door closed behind with a loud menacing thud making him jump, as his eyes grew accustomed to the dim light he could see figures moving in the dark, his excitement was just as strong as the sense of fear and danger he could still feel in his foggy mind and because of that he suddenly became frozen to the spot. He sensed movement from all sides and then suddenly body heat behind him and he flinched as big strong hands ran down his back making him gasp out an ‘ohh” before the same hands reached round his body kneading his smooth athletic chest, pinching his nipples hard making him moan and lean back against the big hairy body using it as support whoever it was and he could feel the hot breath of the man against his neck as the hands playing with his body tweaked his nipples like some kind of virtuoso musician as the boy literally sung out in pleasure. Adam became aware of another set of hands running up his legs, gently smoothing and caressing his hairless young legs, in his chemmed mind it felt so dangerous and sexy to him knowing that two strange men were feeling his body and his breathing became heavier as he felt the man feeling his legs run his hands up over the legs of his board shorts pausing for a moment before the zip of his shorts was slowly pulled down before the button holding them was popped and they slid slowly down off his slim hips bunching at his ankles leaving him standing there in his bright blue bikini briefs, other hands came in from the sides and started roaming over his boy body and legs, he could not tell how many. Adam could only gasp as he felt his skimpy flimsy briefs being tugged at and pulled in all directions until he could feel and hear the material tear as his last bit of protection was removed, this action making him loose his footing a bit but the big man holding him kept him upright as his legs stumbled about. A moment seemed to pass and then a mouth engulfed his 5” rock hard teen boy cock as another mouth latched onto his nipple and he loudly groaned loudly as a thick finger roamed between his little round arse cheeks, finding his tight barely legal smooth barely virgin boy hole and pushed in deeply. He swooned as poppers were held under his nose, forcing him to inhale them deeply yet another chemical rush hit his scrambled brain, he felt the man holding him bite hard and then lick his neck in a purely animalistic way, he felt like his entire weight was being supported by the men as every inch of his young nubile body was being explored. The finger was pulled from his hole and he heard a deep gruff voice grunt “fresh meat is good and tight” before the finger was pushed back up him deeply again, Adam felt a deep burning in his arse as the thick finger fucked him with swift deep movements and he cried out in shock and pain but the man holding him up whispered gruffly and deeply in his ear “Don’t worry about it son, let it all go boy, just go with it you’ll feel good very soon and do as daddy says and everything you ever wanted and more will be given to you”, Even in his foggy state he recognised the voice of the man who had told him to go there that night. Adam felt the burning continue in his hole for a little while as the men’s hands and mouths just carried on roaming over and enjoying his body as he squirmed as the burning in his arse continued but soon developed into a overwhelming pleasure, and a need, a need to be fucked badly overtook him and he heard a little voice that seemed to come from somewhere a million miles away even though he knew it was his own cry out in sheer desperation “fuck me daddy, oh please fuck me”

Being that I'm a total top, I love the fact that it's more bottoms running around then tops. It's so much easier for me at bathhouses and other public places.

Sunday afternoon and I'm in Berlin. Went with a top from a sauna to his house and into his cellar. Kinky top with a swastika tattooed on his thick 7inch cock...on his mobile as he fucked me, by the time I left (an hour ago) there were three other tops using and pozzing me. Got treated as the cum dump that I am with all 4 of their loads joining the three anonymous loads that I had in the sauna. The top, Klaus, has said that If I can meet at his house again tonight after 11pm he'll have more than 4 poz tops for me...well, I said of course I'll be there.

Hope Cody, his Dad and their Friends will be soon back for news full hot adventures

The man holding Adam from behind licked his neck, the mans tongue felt strange, hot, sticky and wet. “Yeah you want daddy men to fuck ya, don’t you boy?” Adam’s little chemmed up brain raced in his head, did he really want fat dirty old men to fuck him, did he? He squirmed and writhed as his body was fondled and squeezed, he licked his lips as his brain just came up with the right answer, yes “yes I want daddy men to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard!!!”, There were ‘woops’ and jeers of “fuck yeah” from the men around him as he was released from some of their attention and then lifted as if he weighed nothing he heard a gruff gravely voice grunt in an amused tone “don’t you worry boy, your going to get fucked, well fucked” Adams eyes flickered his pupils dilating in the shadowy light as he was carried down deeper into the guts of the old decaying building, his nostrils were assaulted with strong potent aromas of cum, piss and sweat, the smells made his underdeveloped little cock stick out hard as he was carried, he saw symbols crudely painted on the walls, he’d seen them before, they meant danger he was sure of it, but in his chemmed up brain no danger existed. Adam was lowered onto the floor, the concrete beneath him was warm and wet, in the dim light he saw figures moving round him, his brassy blond hair was grabbed and he was pulled into a kneeling position as a voice boomed in the echoing space “in the presence of men you always kneel unless otherwise instructed boy”, Adam nodded, he felt so stupid rule one he should of known that as he beat himself up on the inside. Another smell started to permeate the air, a smell he recognised, but where from, the smell got stronger yes that was it, it was cologne a scent he knew but where from? Still kneeling a figure stepped forward, in the dim light Adam cold not see any features but he did see a huge phallus pointing at his face, without prompting Adam opened his mouth out of instinct as the man stepped forward and slid the penis into his mouth, there was that smell again it conflicted his fucked up boy brain with the taste of cock and stale piss in his mouth as he sucked, a big hand held his head and pushed his mouth further onto the massive cock making Adam gag a little as it hit the back of his throat, the mans hand held Adams head firm waiting for the gag reflex to pass before pushing further in his throat, then there was that smell again and then a deep soothing voice “that’s it baby boy”, and that’s when the smell and the voice connected and registered in his little brain as the mans thick wiry pubes hit his nose, Adam was so turned on that he could not help sigh allowing the cock to slip further into his throat as he ran his hands up the mans strong thick legs ‘at last’ he thought as he allowed his mouth and throat to be assaulted by his step daddy’s massive dick.

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…

It was a not so typical end of the year party on a Friday night. Christopher had just graduated high school. He was your typical straight laced, high school jock, popular with the girls, but had yet to get laid. He had the occasional beer and maybe a joint, but never thought of doing hard drugs ever. Christopher was 5' 10”, 145 pounds of lean muscle with blond hair and blue eyes. He was invited to a party at the near by college he was to attend in the fall ans was hoping to get himself laid by some college chick. When he arrived there weren't many girls at the party so he grabbed a beer and walked around. After finishing a few brews he started to talk to some of the other people at the party. He hit it off with this one guy, his name was Reese. Reese was had just finished his second year at the college and was very out going, the total opposite of Christopher's shyness. They talked about the lack of pussy at the party when Reese said he could introduce him to a couple hotties name Gina and Tina. Christopher was excited at the possibilities and the 2 left for Reese's apartment. After arriving at Reese's, Reese offered Christopher another beer. Christopher drank it down as Reese told him he was going to get Tina. Christopher was a little confused why he never said he was going to get Gina when he started to feel very warm and groggy. When Reese came back he helped Christopher into his bedroom and Christopher stretched out on his back on the bed. It was at that point that Reese asked Christopher if he liked Gina. Christopher looked at him a little puzzled. Reese explain, Gina was in the beer that he drank. Christopher was a little out of it, but was feeling good and started to feel a little horny. It was at that point that Reese climbed on Christoper, sitting on his chest and pinning his arms under his legs. He was sitting so heavily on Christopher's arms the blood flow was stopped. Then Reese pulled out a syringe and said it was time to meet Tina, and with that he stuck the needle into Christopher's arm giving him is first taste of crystal meth via a slam. Christoper felt the warmth in his arm and as Reese let up on his arm the meth hit is system and he couched out. Reese gave him some water to drink and Christopher was flying. Reese then hit himself with a nice slam en joined Christopher in the sexual high. Reese then leaned in and kissed him. Christopher was unable to prevent Reese's tongue to begin probing into his mouth. As Miss Tina took it's hold of him he began to get very horny. He gave in to the advancements of Reese and the pleasure he was experiencing. Reese began to undress Christopher as they kissed and soon Christopher was only in a pair of blue boxer briefs. Reese then began to undress himself and then he straddled Christopher chest as he did when he forced slammed the teen. Reese then eased his hard, dripping 8a: cut cock into his victims mouth with some resistance, but with the G in Christopher's system along with the T, he was no match fir the hunk sitting on his chest. Christopher was getting his first taste of cock and he began to enjoy it. In no time he was a willing cock sucker and soon Reese was off his chest and sitting with Christopher between his legs willingly sucking his cock. To this point, Christoper had only taken half of Reese's cock into his eager mouth, but soon enough Reese took charge placing a hand behind the chemed up boy's head and little by little forced more of his tool into his mouth. When it hit the back of his throat, Reese told Christopher to take a deep breath and then Reese forced his dick into his cock sucker's throat. After e few seconds he with drew and then repeated his move placing his dick back into the throat of his cock sucker. This went on for a few minutes when Reese pulled all the way out and had Christoper get on his back. It was Reese's turn to show Christopher what it was like to have a real blow job from a real man. Reese easily deep throated Christopher's 7” cut cock and bobbed up and down for what seemed like an eternity. With the G and T in Christopher's system he was not going to cum any time soon, but the boy was moaning from the blow job he was receiving. Reese was enjoying working on the boy semi hard cock, but that wasn't his objective. He licked the shaft a few times, sucked and licked Christopher's balls as he worked his was to the prize he was after, Christopher's virgin hole. When his tongue began licking the prize her wanted, Christoper began to moan louder then he did when he was getting blown. As Reese licked the hole, lubing it up for his eventual penetration he also began to probe the soon to be willing hole with his fingers. As he slid in on finger he was sure to add a little meth to it to give Christopher a booty bump. Reese knew this would make his ass more hungry and willing to accept his cock. Between the slam and the booty bump Reese was opening up Christoper's virgin hole, 2, 3, 4 fingers deep. Reese thought that he might be able to fist this boy soon, but he held off on that idea. He knew what he wanted, to seed this virgin hole with his toxic seed, get him addicted to T and his cock so that when he returned Christoper returned next fall he would have a boy to use and abuse. Reese pulled his fingers out. Christopher let out a moan of disappointment. Christopher was feeling empty inside. He looked up at Reese and asked him to put his fingers back in side his hole. Reese looked down and with his eyes locked on Christopher's said that he was going to replace it with something more substantial. As that was being said, Reese slowly slid is raw cock into Christoper's ass prompting Christopher to reach down and feel what was going inside him. When he realized it was Reese's dick, he looked up and asked Reese if he should have a condom on. Reese just looked him dead in the eye and kept on sliding into the boys formerly virgin hole. As the last of his cock slid into the ass of his new bottom boy he grinded it in getting a moan out of the boy's mouth. Reese knew what he was doing, he slowly moved his dick, teasing Christopher with mini thrusts. Reese could see in Christoper's eyes that he was giving in and at that point Reese set about fucking him with a growing intensity. Reese knew that if his seed was too take hold he'd need to do some damage and since the boy was a virgin he knew it wouldn't take much to seed him. Along with the fingering Reese did some scratching inside. He knew that this would work since it was the same way he had be brought into the fold. Soon Christoper was moaning and begging to be fucked. The booty bump was really working now and Reese wasted no time in pounding the boy's hole. As Reese was abusing his new toys ass, he was ready to deliver his first load and did so without Christopher knowing. Reese could deposit a couple loads this way and did just that. As Reese was read to cum for the third time he looked down at Christopher, leaned in and as he was getting ready to cum he told Christopher that he was going to spend the weekend with him and that they were going to keep fucking until Reese was sure that his toxic seed was going to take hole. Reese then started to pant and moan and whispered into Christopher's ear that he was shooting his third poz load into his ass and with three loads in him deep there was no turning back. He was soon to get the fuck flu and be as poz as Reese was. Reese now owned his ass and he would do with it as he pleased. Christopher sat there in shock. He was so tweaked, he didn't know what to feel or what to do. All he knew was that he wanted more Tina and that he wanted of Reese's cock.

I went out down to my local fetish bar at the weekend. I'd agreed to meet a mate there in rubber, so I wore rubber jeans and t-shirt. I am a safe (mainly) leather top usually, but had been getting into rubber more and more. We met up and had a few drinks and chatted. After a while I went for a wander around the dark area looking for a boi to abuse, where my dick suddenly firmed up when I saw a rubber daddy in waders chaps and jacket leading a slave off into the smoking area. I followed them and looked on as the daddy installed his will on the slave, and had him hooked up into a sling in no time. The daddy saw me and ushered me in towards the sling to fuck his slave. I said "I don't do raw" and the daddy smiled and handed me some water. After a few mouthfuls I was beginning to feel strange yet horny and before I knew it, I was positioning myself at the slave's hole ready to fuck him. As I began thrusting in and out I felt a finger probe my gradually dilating hole, and the daddy whispered to me about my "hot tight hole." I was starting to lose myself and found the daddy starting to line his cock up at my hole, which was betraying me and begging to be filled. As I came in the slave's hole, I slumped over and kissed his hooded head. All the time this was happening, my own hole was being violated but I was beginning to not mind. My ass had never been used in this way and slowly wanted more and more. The daddy removed the slave from the sling and told me to hop in. Now I was hungry for this daddy to take me and become his slave. As I laid down, he strapped me in and said "One final touch" before placing a collar around my neck. I had never been so horny, and, presumably due to whatever was in the water, was beginning to turn into a slut. "Yep, you're hot boy. I know what you need" and he started to fuck me again. I was flying at this point. Then the daddy leaned towards my ear and told me "I'm going to make you mine, boy, but that ass suggests you need using." I just nodded and kept saying "Yes! Yes! You're the first to have me raw." All the slutty things I was saying seemed to drive him on. I can't recall exactly how much longer I spent in that sling, but I awoke in a cage a few hours later, this time I was leashed to a hook. I struggled but movement was limited, and there was a dogbowl which had water in it in the cage, but after I drank it, I settled down and relaxed. As the daddy entered the room, he was in a full rubber suit, and carrying another one for me to wear. He summoned me to his feet from the cage and helped me out of my own gear into the full suit. Soon I was getting hard from seeing the two of us in the suits and he produced a pair of hoods for us to wear. Soon we were like a pair of rubber clones. He secured the collar back around my neck and tugged at the lead for me to move, gradually leading me to his sling in the corner of the room. I was no longer caring how long I'd been there or what was my destiny. As I hopped into the sling, the daddy strapped me in, and placed mittens on my hands. I now just looked like a rubber thing to be used. "It takes a certain kind of pig to get me interested slave" he said, as was adjusting the height, "and you, whether you like it or not, are going to become MY pig, but to do that you are going to be bred to my specification." I felt the zip in the suit ass area begin to be unzipped, and flashes of worry mixed with horniness had me giddy. "To be my boy, you need my seed running through your veins, my toxic seed will bend you to my will, change you and your outlook boy." I was feeling his fingers at my hole, knowing that I had been chosen to serve this rubber daddy was making me moan with pleasure, obliterating the common sense of the reality, that this rubbered god was going to poz me and own me. As he begun to fuck me harder, I knew that this was my destiny. Flying on poppers and chemmed drink, the rubber pig I had in my mind began to unleash itself and take over me, making me feel like this was my purpose. "Get ready pig, here comes your future." He grunted as he came up me, his seed seemingly flowing endlessly into me. He gasped as he emptied the last of his load in my ass, and stayed in there as he slumped over and caught his breath. I whispered "Thank you" as he pulled out. He kissed me and smiled as he said "This is your new life pig. I wanted a new toxic rubber boy, and soon you'll be one." I was elated - and exhausted. Inside me something had broken, now all there was in there now was a desire to serve my daddy and make him proud. Come Sunday evening, I was well and truly fucked. A one-time safe neg boy, now finding himself sliding towards toxic piggery. As the evening began to draw in, daddy took me into his playroom and had me dress up in an assless rubber wrestling singlet. When I thought that would be that, he mentioned he'd been in contact with some other rubber pigs who he wanted to come over and train me up to be their cumdump, and that the wrestling suit will allow them all to get their loads in me. I smiled, as I knew a part of me died and was reborn. Serving a rubber daddy and being used for his pleasure would be the perfect way to erase my previous existence. To thank him, I fell to my knees and began to suck on the cock that had changed my priorities. Things change. It had been five months since I'd become the property of my Rubberpigdad. After a short illness, I had an HIV test and it came back positive. My initial devastation wasn't as much as I thought it would be. Becoming poz felt right. I walked out of the clinic with a hard on. Daylight was a random affair. I had begun to wear rubber all the time as he commanded, and it was only a matter of time before it would become untenable to keep it a secret under my workclothes. I had become used to the plugs Rubberpigdad would use to keep the cum up my hole too, and realising that my normal life was no longer an option, I decided to take him up on the offer and submit fully to him 24/7. To be permanently collared and rubbered at his disposal. Fortunately he worked mostly from home and so would regularly breed me. I'd basically become his slave/ boy/ pig whatever and was happy to serve him. That weekend, Rubberpigdad said he'd wanted me to pass on the baton. I was stoked up. I'd been told to not wank or cum - which seeing as I had a CBT device on my cock, I couldn't really do anyway, and to wear my tightest suit. As I'd been muscling up to Rubberpigdad's specifications, the suit fitted me like a skin substitute, making me feel incredible. Like some human sex toy with muscles showing in the tight shiny black material. I hooded up, and was completely rubbered from head to toe. As midnight neared, Rubberpigdad and I drove into town to that bar where I first met him. The bar was full of hot guys in leather and rubber. I could visualise what some of these guys looked like out of gear, and the thought that they had succumb to their fantasies - which I had done - caused me to get hard. Rubberpigdad lead me into the club on a leash and guys stared at as. Some in fear. Some in awe. We sat at the bar, and Rubberpigdad told me of his plans for the evening. "You need a brother, boy" I was intrigued "I want you to select who will become your pigbrother and my second slave, when you have chosen, we will take him and you will spend however long it takes to make him poz and bring him into the family." Once upon a time I would've been horrified at such a thing, but tonight I was licking my lips at the challenge and desperate to please my owner.

I was on vacation in Chicago one summer visiting a friend when I found out about the Bijou theater. One night, around 11:00 PM I was looking on-line for the local bathhouse when I found a reference about the theater and the play space it offered. I took down the address and was off to check it out, arriving there about midnight. I paid admission, purchased some poppers, and when the clerk explained lockers were offered for guys who wanted to strip down, I rented a lock. Jackpot! I liked to wander around nude, and now I could without fear of loosing my wallet. He buzzed me in and I walked into a dim theater where I found old porn from the 70s playing, so I took a seat and waited for my eyes to adjust. Soon enough I noticed there were only two other guys in the theater, one of whom was asleep or passed out, I wasn't sure, and the other, who happened to be in my row, was an older guy, balding with a gray mustache and sideburns. He looked like an aging 70s porn star with a lot of mileage on him. I started to feel a bit self conscious as he kept looking my way. In fact, he started to creep me out a bit, so I focused on the porno and tried to get into it, taking a hit of poppers to enhance the action. It worked. With my first sniff I was feeling my head spin and my cock get hard. Those nasty 70s porn boys were fucking on a dance floor to disco and I wanted to boogie in the worst way. I glanced over to the dirty old man in my row to see he had pulled his cock out and was stroking away. It was big, about nine inches. I couldn't stop looking over at it, and decided it was time to reward this nasty fucker with a little show so I got up and made my way to the lockers in the back. They were in a small room with a spiral star case that led up to the play space. i stripped down to my tighty whites and my keds high tops and put the rest of my clothes in the locker and walked back to my seat. As soon as I sat down I took another hit of poppers and looked over at that dirty daddy with the big tool. He was still stoking it and staring right at me. I could see the lust in his eyes and feel his appetite for me. I pulled my cock out and started to stroke it. When I looked over at him he had stuck his tongue out and was gesturing like he was licking out a hole. Fuck! I could feel the heat rise from my cock and my ass all the way through my body. I got up and headed to the play space up stairs where, upon arriving at the top, I saw many little booths with large glory holes in the partition walls. I wandered down the rows, but the place seemed to be deserted, so I let it all hang out: I dropped my shorts and walked about wearing nothing but my keds high tops. Then, as I rounded a corner, another, about the same age as the guy on the first floor, came out of one of the booths. He was fully dressed, had a full head of grey hair, a short trimmed beard and mustache and he was a little chubby. He began to talk to me as though it was normal to see a naked guy in his keds high tops. He asked how often I came there and I replied I had never been to a place like that before. When I said I was nervous, He told me I was a strapping young man and I should be proud to show my body. Just then the guy from down stairs came around the corner. he was totally naked. I could see how skinny he was. He had skinny legs with bone knees and no ass. His arms were as skinny leading to hands with long fingers. He didn't seem to have an once fat on him except through his mid section which was kind of thick. I could notice his face closely. His upper cheeks had a strange sunken look. He stood there beating off. I couldn't help getting a boner. My heart was racing, maybe from the poppers, maybe from the danger or both. Then the other man said lets get in a booth. He took me by the arm and led me into one of the booths and shut the door. He put his arms around me and said " now just relax" and we kissed. At that he said "good boy". He held the bottle of poppers up to my nose. I inhaled deeply. Then he said "that's it son" he rapped his arms around me again and reached back to my ass and spread my cheeks apart as he backed my ass to the hole in the wall. I could hear the door in the next booth open then shut. Then my new Daddy said "Put your bum through the hole and let that nice man on the other side check it out." I could feel fingers spread my cheeks apart and then something warm and wet push against my hole. Daddy encouraged me, saying "Let him check your bum to see if it's a pussy." At that I could feel a boney finger enter me and slide in deep. i could feel it feeling around up inside of me. Daddy asked if the man was checking my bum and I nodded. The the finger withdrew and the warm wet tong pushed up inside of me as daddy made me take another hit of poppers. I could feel it push deep into me, tasting me. I said to daddy that the man was eating my hole. Daddy made me take another hit of poppers and said the man was going to turn my boy hole into a pussy and asked if I wanted that, If I wanted to be a pussy boy. I told him I did and daddy said good boy and we kissed and daddy's tong entered my mouth. I had two tongs inside of me now, two men new what I tasted like. Then the nice man on the other side of the wall stopped eating my hole. in a few seconds I could feel something hard push against my hole then push up inside of me. I long shaft slid deep inside of me. I could feel it push past my second sphincter. and into my belly. Daddy asked me if the man's cock was inside of me. when I said yes, he made me take another hit of poppers. The man began to fuck me deep, pistoned into me like a machine. Daddy asked me if I liked that big raw cock in my pussy. I told him I did and he gave me anther hit of poppers. Daddy said that the man's big raw cock was going to fuck my pussy and make it into a cunt by putting sperm in my pussy. He ask if I wanted the man to put his sperm in my pussy and knock it up. I told him I did. Daddy made me take another hit of poppers and then held me tight. We kissed and then he said in my ear," good boy, Good boy, let that big raw cock breed you." "It's going to impregnate you with poz seed". " Your getting knocked up son". "Good boy!" He put his hand on my belly and pushed "I can feel that big raw poz cock inside of you. This is were it's going to put it's poz seed. My head was spinning and my heart was pound in my ears. My hole was getting fucked like a cunt. That's all I wanted in the moment was to be a cunt and get knocked up by that big cock inside of me. To receive its seed, be injected with cum and be permanently impregnated. Daddy held the poppers up to my nose and then I said,"daddy I'm getting knocked up, I'm getting knocked up daddy." He said "that's it son take that poz seed in you cunt". At that the cock inside of me began to speed up its thrusts and I could feel it get harder. Then three hard deep thrusts as a loud moan came from the other side of the wall. I felt the cock inside of me spasm as it squirt sperm deep inside my gut. After a moment, the cock began to slowly come out of me. I had a full filling even after it was all the way out and I knew it had put a big thick load in my cunt. I could the door to the next booth opened and the man left. The hole thing could have been a dream except for the wad I could still feel inside my gut. Daddy opened the door to our booth and led me to a sling. He made me get in and for the next several hours, I was the cunt for the hole place and several other men that showed up. I went back to my hotel and fell asleep with my belly full of cum. The next morning I woke up and it had all absorbed into the walls of my colon. a few days later I woke up with morning sickness. I was pregnant. I had the fuck flu. I had really gotten knocked up by a half dozen men but I think it was the first one that was my baby daddy.

Hi guys. This is part 1 of a slowly evolving dirty fantasy that's rolling around my head. Let me know if you like it and there may be more to follow. The Club - Part 1: The First Entry Six years. Six fucking years with that… that ass hole. I did everything for him. I was the perfect little show husband, (although he never actually got round to putting the ring on my finger). I put up with his boring personality and the dwindling sex life. It wasn't great to begin with but it pretty much completely stopped about nine months ago, the same time he met that fucking seventeen year old twink with whom he’s shacked up. Bastard. As I finished off the vodka sat alone in my crappy studio apartment I decided I had had enough. Enough of sitting there feeling sorry for myself drinking my way to oblivion for the fifth night that week. I was twenty eight, had a pretty good body and was so fucking horny. I was tired of living like a fucking monk, so I put on my jeans that made my ass look great and my sluttiest t-shirt before heading out to the nearest gay club. It was a busy Saturday night and I think the bouncer could tell I had already had a fair bit to drink, but I just slipped him a couple of notes and he let me straight in. The club was hot and sweaty with a million bodies moving in time to the thump thump of the beat. I squeezed into the middle of the dance floor and let the beat take over me. I was getting a fair few looks from different hot guys, but I was in the zone until I saw him. Just for a second, between two other guys, across the room. He was tall, short black hair, deep green eyes. Our eyes met. Just for a fraction of a second, but I was hooked. I worked my way through the crowd desperately trying to get to him. He stood there staring at me, staring into me. I walked up to him. He was wearing tight black straight leg jeans and a light blue shirt, barely covering his rippling body. “Hey can I buy you a drink” I yelled over the pounding beat, gesturing to his nearly empty beer bottle. “Do you want to fuck?” he replied. “Uh, sorry?” “Do. You. Want. To. Fuck?" I paused for a second, he was pretty forward, but there was something about him, something I just couldn't resist. I smiled a nodded to him. He downed what was left in the bottle before setting it down on the table. Then he grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the downstairs bathroom. The bathroom was filthy. Graffiti all over the walls and the strong smell of stale piss, although the floor was covered in fresh piss. There were three stall, all in use with a queue of about four guys waiting to use them. Just as we walked in the stall at the far end came free. As the next guy tried to step into it, my guy pushed past him, dragging me in and locking the door. Before I could say a word he threw me against the wall and rammed his tongue down my throat. As I put my hands on his muscular body and tried to get a feel. He grabbed both my arms and pinned them to the wall behind me. With one hand he held both my arms by my wrists above my head. With the other hand he reached into my pants and grabbed me dick. He could feel I was already rock hard. He lifted up my t-shirt and pulled it over my head exposing my smooth chest. He kissed me all over my chest, and when he had my left nipple in his mouth he bit down hard. "Ouch!” “Don't make a fucking sound,” he barked. He pulled my trousers and underpants down to my ankles and forced me on to my knees. He unbuttoned the top of his jeans and unzipped the fly. Out fell a fat, thick, juicy, perfect, uncut eight and a half inch dick. “Well? Get to it,” he commanded. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. I opened my mouth and took his fat cock head into my mouth. Before I could react he grabbed the back of my head and thrust his entire dick in my mouth. I began choking and tried to pull away. “Fucking take it, take it all” he grunted. I managed to relax my throat and control my breathing. I started sucking on it as he started fucking my throat. As I was kneeling there in a large puddle of piss with his dick being forced down me I felt more alive than I had throughout the last six years combined. I didn't know anything about this guy, not even his name. But already I had his dick deep in my mouth and I was loving it. After couple more minutes of fucking my skull he pulled all the way out and I gasped for breath. He pushed his jeans down a little, unbuttoned his shirt and sat on the toilet seat. “You want it?” he said whilst looking to his rock hard cock covered in my spit. I moved over and positioned my ass over his fat dick. Then I noticed a strange tattoo on his chest, just above the nipple on his left peck. It was the number thirty two inside a circle, which was at the center of a bio hazard symbol. He caught me looking at it. “Yeah, I’m poz. You still want this?” I hadn't thought about this at all. All I knew was this was the best experience of my life and I didn't want it to stop,so I lowered myself down onto the tip of his cock. The tip parted my ass and poked inside. It hurt like fuck as my hole had not had any use in a long time so it was super tight. A sadistic smile crept across his face. Oh fuck I knew what was coming next but could do anything to stop it. He grabbed my shoulders and and yanked me all the way down on his cock. As his dick forced its way inside me I could feel my ass tearing. As I opened my mouth to let out a yelp of pain, he put his hand over my mouth, muttering “Don't say a fuckin' word.” I gritted my teeth and kept my mouth as tightly shut as I could, as he bounced me up and down on his fat dick. Each time it felt like it was going deeper and tearing my ass wider. It fucking hurt like hell but I was loved it. I was in pure ecstasy. I started bouncing faster and fasted. I could feel every ridge of his dick in my ass and it felt amazing. I wanted it harder, faster, deeper. He started pulling all the way out and forcing himself all the way back in again. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop me from crying out. I reached to grab my own dick, which was still rock hard. He slapped my hand away, snarling “Oh no, bitch. You're just a fucking slut. You don't get to wank.” He forced himself in faster and faster. Oh fuck, it felt amazing. His dick started ramming straight into my prostate. It felt like electricity was shooting through my body with every thrust. Just as I was about to explode he pushed me off of his cock, onto my knees where I ended-up kneeling in a puddle of piss. He grabbed his dick and gave himself a few swift tugs, and then ordered “Fucking open wide.” I opened my mouth and after a few quick strokes he fired all over the place. I managed to catch most of his sweet dirty seed in my mouth, but he came so much it splattered over my face, chest and in my hair. I swallowed all of his spunk instantly. “Clean it” he barked as I stared at his dick, covered in split, spunk and blood from my torn ass hole. I dutifully sucked it clean, taking every last inch into my mouth. Once I had cleaned his dick he quickly fastened up his shirt before pulling his jeans back up. “Unlock your phone and give it to me” he ordered. I complied. Snap, the flash went off and I worked out he had taken a picture of me. Covered in cum and kneeling on a piss soaked floor. “I sent it to myself, so you have my number” he said tossing my phone back to me “Give me a text sometime. I think my mates would really like you.” And as quick as that he was gone. I wasn’t poz yet, but I had taken my first step on my journey to joining the club.

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.

I've lived in Las Vegas for nearly 20 years. For a sex pig like me there's no better place on earth to live than here in Sin City. We have dozens of ABS's with very active video arcades and xxx theaters scattered throughout the valley, as well as two bathhouses. So, I'm normally able to satisfy my lust for cock and cum at one or another of these establishments, but, sometimes I'm just in the mood to be a total cumslut. On such an occasion I usually will check into a cheap motel/hotel hear the strip hotels, post on craigslist and some of the other gay porn sites, announcing that I'm there and hosting. And hopefully get some hot, anonymous loads as a consequence. I did just that a few weeks ago. I got a cheap room at a rather sleazy hotel that was just across the freeway from one of the busiest area of the Las Vegas Strip. So, it has quick access for the locals to reach from the freeway. And tourists staying on the south end of the strip can also easily reach my hotel, with or without a car. This hotel has free, easy parking right near the rooms. So, if the guy has a car, he can drive up, load my ass and he's back in his car and home to his wife very quickly. A definite advantage for the local guy, versus his trying to get in and out of one of the huge strip hotels. This particular hotel also has a huge truck parking area for the overnight parking of semi trucks, with shower facilities for the drivers. So, each night, close to 100+ big rigs are parked next door to the hotel. Making it an easy spot for those horny 18 wheelers to get their rocks off. I checked into this hotel around 9pm. I quickly posted ads on Craigslist and some other web sites, including BBRT. Then I got my room set up. Placing lube, poppers and tissues on both night stands and the desk. So that lube and poppers would be close at hand for the guys. I also placed some condoms in the drawers of both nightstands, just in case a guy insisted on using them. But, my intension was to take raw cock and loads. I didn't want the condoms in sight, making the guys think I preferred covered. Cause I didn't. I want it raw. I douched and showered, then checked to see if I had any hits from my internet posts. Sure enough, I had several replies from my Craigslist ad. As well as several replies from my BBRT, Manhunt, A4A and Squirt posts. I quickly replied to them all. Giving them my hotel address and room number. I told each of the guys that the door would be unlocked. I'd be ass up, face down in the darkened room. And that my hole was at their disposal. I took the plastic 'do not disturb' sign and using duct tape, I taped it across the door lock. Making it so that all they had to do was push on the door to enter my room. I rechecked my computer to see if there were more replies. There were several more, so I quickly replied to them with the same info, informing them of the same instructions. One of the replies was from a trucker that was parked next door. He said he'd be over as soon as he got my room number. I turned off all the lights in the room. Leaving only a small night-light that I had brought, turned on in the bathroom. This gave the room just enough light that the guy could find me on the edge of the bed. But gave the darkness for a totally anonymous encounter. Then I lubed up my ass, grabbed one of the fresh bottle of poppers and assumed the position of ass up, face down on the edge of the bed, burying my face in the pillow and waited for the first guy to arrive. In just a couple of minutes, I heard the door push open and close. I took a couple of hits from the poppers as I heard him kick off his shoes, unzip and remove his pants. Then I felt his finger explore my asshole. Feeling that my ass was already lubed, he quickly put his already hard cock up to my hole. Rubbing his cockhead on it for a few moments, before finally pushing up inside me. I took another big sniff of poppers as he started to slide in and out of me. He'd pull nearly all the way out of me, then slam deep up inside me with each thrust. He felt like he had 6 or 7 inches. But not overly thick. But he did have a large, mushroom cockhead. I was really loving the feel of his cockhead as it almost pulled out, but then plunged back into me, harder and deeper with each thrust. About 5 minutes into this, I heard the door open and close again. Clothes were being discarded and I heard this new guys footsteps as he moved to the opposite side of the bed. He picked up the bottle of poppers that I had left on that nightstand. I could hear him remove the lid and take a couple of hits from the bottle. I then felt him kneel on the bed in front of me. For the first time I lifted my head from the pillow and could see the dim view of this second guys cock right in front of me. I pulled myself up and he slid his cock into my mouth. I was in heaven. This is just what I wanted. A cock in my ass and one in my mouth at the same time. The trucker in my ass was obviously turned on by having another horny guy using me. The trucker really started to pound my hole even harder. He was grunting now as he slammed into me. He grabbed me around my waist and slammed one last time into me. Letting out a load groan as he held his cock deep inside me and filled my gut with his load. Then he pulled out. I heard him tell the guy in my mouth to change positions with him. The guy in my mouth pulled out and the exchange was made. I now had the truckers cum covered cock in my mouth. While the 2nd guy was slipping his cock up inside me. Once my mouth had cleaned off the trucker's cock and he had softened, he pulled out and dressed. Leaving my room as the 2nd guy continued to fuck me. The 2nd guy didn't take long to reach his own orgasm. He also let out a loud groan. Slammed deep inside me and fed my ass it's 2nd load of the night. He pulled out. I heard him wiping his cock off with the tissues and put his pants back on and left. I wondered if any of the other guys would actually show up? You never know with internet hookups. But I didn't need to worry. Just a few minutes later, I heard a soft knock on my door and heard the door open and close once again. The guy said, "Word's out in the trucker's shower that there's a hot hole needing some dick". "You've found it. Do you want sloppy 3rds?" I said. I heard him unzip and he pressed his already hard cock to my hole. He wasted no time in pushing up into me and quickly beginning to pump. His cock felt much longer and thicker than the other two guys. I could feel his cold zipper grind against my ass cheeks as he pumped into me. Thankfully, the other two guys had loosened my ass up a bit. But I still needed to take a deep hit of poppers to be able to take this big, thick one all the way inside me. Then the door opened again. The familiar sounds of clothes being removed was heard. Then the door opened again. There were now 3 guys in my room. Yeah..!!! This is what I wanted. The horny trucker fucked me for a few minutes, then I heard one of the guys say, "Let me try that ass. The trucker's cock slid out. And another cock slipped up in me. I head the trucker and the other guy stroking their cocks as they watched this 2nd guy fuck me. A few minutes later, the 3rd guy, in a thick Mexican accent said "My turn". Again, one cock slid out of me and the Latino guy slid up into me. For the next half hour or more, it was a steady rotation of these 3 cocks taking turns, tagging my hole. One by one these 3 guys would finally reach the point where they couldn't hold off any longer. And would fill my ass with their loads. Each would cum. Clean their cocks off and leave. Finally as the last of these guys left, the latino, I collapsed onto the bed, my legs trembling from being in that kneeling position on the edge of the bed so long. I finally got up to check messages on my computer again. Of the 8 initial replies that I got, 5 had already shown up and fucked me. A pretty good turn out, I felt. There were 8 new replies. So I quickly replied to them as well. Then stepped into the bathroom to take a piss. Just as I stepped back into the bedroom area, I saw the door open again. From the light coming in from the parking lot, I could faintly see a very tall, muscular black man in his late 40's stepping into my room. "You the faggot that needs to be fucked?" he said. "Yup", I said as I stepped towards him. He was unzipping as I grabbed my poppers and took a hit. "Suck it, Fag", he said as he took the poppers from my hand and took a hit. I knelt in front of him and undid his belt and unzipped his fly. He handed the bottle back to me as I leaned forward and took his ample, but flaccid dick into my mouth. "You like str8, black dick, Fag?" "Umm hum" I moaned as his cock was filling my mouth. I fondled his low hanging balls as his cock began to harden in my mouth. He quickly grew to about 8 inches of rock hard dick. "Eat my ass, Fag", he said as he pulled his now hard cock from my mouth and turned around. Lowering his jeans to the floor, he leaned over the bed and showed his ass to me. I put my face up to his crack and took a whiff of the manscent of his hole. Then spread his ass cheeks and licked his puckered hole. His moan let me know he was liking it. I licked and poked his hole for several minutes with my tongue. Then he stood, told me to get on the bed, as he stripped completely. He took the bottle of lube I had on the night stand and squeezed some onto his cock. His 8 or more inches were rock hard and very thick. Even though my ass was well lubed with the 5 loads I already had in me, I asked him to lube me up. I was going to need all the lube I could get to accommodate his bbc. As he lubed me, I took another hit of poppers. He climbed up behind me on the bed, and pushed his bbc deep inside me in one quick motion. It was so large, I let out a gasp in pain. "Am I hurting you, you little whore?" he said as he continued to slam into me. I didn't reply, but just took another hit of poppers. This big, muscular black stud was really getting into my ass. He was making a very loud smacking sound as his cock slammed repeatedly into me. His thrusts were so hard, that I was grunting as the breath escaped me with his pounding. "Fuckin' whore", "Fuckin' pig", he'd grunt as he pounded my ass. Finally, after about 10 minutes of steady assault, he slammed deep inside and growled as he unloaded in me. I could feel his bbc throbbing as he emptied his balls into my ass. He pulled out of me with almost the sound of a plunger being pulled from a drain. "Nice piece of ass, queer boy. Good job", he said as he started to dress. I just laid there, collapsed on the bed, trying to catch my breath from that last anal assault. Perhaps 20 minutes went by, and I was thinking that perhaps that was going to be it for the evening. I'd taken 6 loads and really was feeling exhausted from that last hard fuck from the black guy. Just as I was thinking I should lock the door and go to bed, the door opened again. And this time two young guys entered. Both in their early 20's. Two good looking, buff and obviously a little drunk college age kids. I looked at the clock. It was a little after midnight. "You still up for dick? Ready to get two str8 guys?" one of the guys said. "He better be" the other guy said. "I didn't walk all the way here from Luxor, not to get my rocks off". "Hell, yeah. I'll do you", I replied, as they both took off their pants. One of the guys pulled his cell phone from his pants pockets and dialed, as the first guy started to rub my ass. "Get over here. Room 645. This guy's still taking loads. Bring Rick if he's with you". "Who were you talking to" I asked? "A couple of our buddies. You can service a few more str8 drunks, can't you?" he chuckled. "Fuck, yeah", I replied. The first guy slipped his cock up into me. As the 2nd guy moved his cock to my face. Once again, I had a cock in both ends. They took turns fucking my hole and mouth for about 15 mins. Then the door opened again, and their two buddies entered the room. I could hear some muffled laughter and whispering as the two new guys undressed. I was nervous with 4 young, slightly drunk, straight, strangers in my room. What if they decided to beat up this fag that was servicing them? But, I needn't have worried. They were just 4 horny, str8 college kids, out for a night on the town in Vegas and needing a hot hole to get them off. For the next hour the 4 kids took turns in my ass and mouth. 3 of them left their loads in my ass. And one of them came while I was sucking them. By the time they left, I had 9 loads in my ass. And one that had been fed to me, down my cock hungry throat. I was exhausted and thought I was ready to call it a night, when once again the door opened. In walked a young black kid in his mid 20's. "Hey, Daddy, I just walked over from the MGM. It's still hot outside. Mind if I take a quick shower before I fuck you" he asked? "Sure, I replied. He took off his clothes and stepped into the bathroom to shower. Once again the door opened. This time a kind of scruffy looking guy in his late 50's walks in. "You still fucking", he asked? "Yup", I replied. "Cool. I've been horny all day. Just drove my rig from San Diego. Could use a warm hole to unload in", he said as he undressed. I got onto my knees in front of him and took a whiff of his crotch. He was kink of funky smelling from his 7 hours on the road. But his manscent was like a sniff of poppers to me. Made me even hornier to bury my face in his hairy, sweaty crotch. I slipped this truckers 6", flaccid, uncut cock into my mouth and sucked on the foreskin. The taste of some day old precum was filling the folds of his foreskin. It tasted both sweet and funky at the same time. As I began to suck this trucker, his cock was hardening in my mouth. I heard the shower turn off, and the young black kid came back into the bedroom area. He had heard action in the bedroom and hadn't even bothered to towel dry. He was dripping wet as he stepped up next to the trucker. I could see his 8", rockhard, bbc standing straight up, just inches from my face. I moved my mouth to his young cock and sucked on it. Then I got up on the bed. Kneeling on the edge of it. My ass in the air. The young black kid bend down and licked my hole. "Damn!", he said. You've got a tasty, cum filled ass, Daddy"! As he slipped his tongue up inside me. He licked my hole for a few minutes, then stood up and slid his cock into me. The trucker knelt in front of me, then backed his ass up to my mouth. He spread his ass cheeks and told me to eat his hole. I licked his hole as he squirmed his ass on my face. The sight of this must have really turned the black kid on. He only fucked me for a few minutes before he slammed up into me and let out a groan. I could feel him convulse as he emptied his load into me. As he pulled out and dressed, the trucker moved behind me and slid himself into me. Likewise, it didn't take him long to fill my ass with another load. By the time these two guys left my room, I knew I couldn't take any more. My legs were shaking, and cum was dripping from my ass. I removed the duct tape from the door. Shut and locked it and laid down on the bed. I heard the door handle jiggle as I pulled the covers over myself. Then a knock on the door. I have no idea who was wanting to come in? But I just didn't have the energy for one more load. The clock on the bed stand said 2:30am. I woke up again at 3:15am to the sound of more knocking on my door. But, I rolled over and fell back to sleep. I'd reached my limit for the night. I didn't have the energy to take one more load. I woke up the next morning to find my mattress soaked with the cum of 11 loads of cum, that had leaked from my ass as I slept. As always, it can be hit or miss when I set up these cumwhore, hotel adventures. But this was one of the better ones. I was a little sore the next day. But well worth it. God, I love living in Las Vegas..!!!!

Last night I went to the Berkeley CumUnion party. It was a very hot night, especially since I went with a friend, and having a wingman really helps . I got fucked by eight guys, four of whom bred me. In addition I fucked sixteen guys, breeding one. Who knows how many sucked my cock or how many cocks I sucked. I also had no idea who was neg or poz, just that everyone was willingly accepting bare cock in his ass. I will definitely go again.

Moderator's Note: This story was moved here because it had gifting. I was traveling across the states and ended-up staying at a hotel in Arkansas. No sooner had I landed in my room then I did my usual thing: I used my cell phone and looked up CL and the hot advertisements, and having watched some xtube and redtube vids, I was thoroughly horned-up, so I posted this advertisement on CL: Horned up fireman looking for anonymous seed and breed session in my motel room. Within a short length of time I was rewarded with a hit from a guy who asked if I wanted a hot, three-week load from him. Without hesitation I sent him my hotel name and room number and got ready for him. I too was married at the time (to a female) but was just coming out of the closet and searching for my true calling. I turned out the lights and and closed the curtains with only a little crack to allow the street light to illuminate the room slightly. I partially kept the door open by the security lock bar which permitted to door to be ajar. I assumed the position laying across the double size bed with my bare ass facing the door. Not long after I was ready, the door opened, then shut and I heard the lock snap closed. I heard his pants drop and a hand touching my ass. No words were said, just a faint moan from me when his finger touched my hole. He spit on his finger and lubricated my hole and then his cock. He pressed his spit-coated cock into my hole, which was really tight, but gave way to his persistence. I moaned as he kept pushing forward past my second sphincter and his hands gripped my hips. He told me to take all of him as he began to pound my ass. I soon found I was enjoying the fucking I was getting, and on each thrust, I could feel his large balls press against my ass cheeks which let me know, he was all the way inside. He was not so thick that it was uncomfortable, but very long and from the way I was kneeling on the bed (my knees in my chest), I could feel my my stomach area behind my belly button move on his deep thrust. It almost put my stomach muscles in a cramp since he was in me so deep. He kept teasing me saying how tight I was, and kept saying how he was going to give me what I wanted..."to be bred". I moaned to him, urging him not to stop. Then I felt the initial of his intrusion turn to a warm wet feeling. I knew he was still hard as a steel rod and i knew he had not cum yet, but just figured it was just ass juice or his pre-cum which had me so wet. After about ten minutes of his assault, he began asking me if I am sure I wanted his hot load to seed and breed me. The sound of him saying that to me...made me want it so much that, without hesitation I answered "Yes." He repeatedly asking me if I was a 'cum whore' and wanted his 'special load'. I was about to cum myself from the sensation of his cock massaging my prostate, so when he ordered me to beg for his seed I could only respond "Yes,, fuck yes, don't stop. I want your hot seed in me. Fill me up." He pushed one last time and I could feel his cock twitch up in me, and actually felt the squirt of his big load inside of my ass. He pulled out and I could also feel his juices running down my balls onto my leg. I reached back and placed my finger over my hole to keep as much in me as possible. He quickly got dressed and left, leaving me to relax and re-live in my mind what had just happened. I then knew I had cum myself on the sheets under me onto the pillow I had placed under my hips. I brought my fingers to my mouth to lick up some of his cum which was leaking from my ass, only to realize the wetness which I assumed to be ass juices and cum was, in fact, my blood. When I turned on the bedside light, there was a large blood stain on my sheets and bed spread. I moved to a dry spot on the sheets and fell off in a nap, and did not awake until 4:00 AM when I swallowed hard, realizing I had taken a stranger's load in my ass. I decided to get up and clean up up a bit, and expel his load into the toilet. Only a small drop or two leaked out of my ass. In fact, I expelled more blood than cum, so I assumed my body had absorbed his DNA seed, and that since I was bleeding, his seed had a direct route into my system. When I checked my phone, I realized he had sent me a text saying "Thank you, hope you enjoyed your breeding. Oh, and by the way, I am not on meds and have a high viral load count. My doctor said I have full blown AIDS." Right then and there I knew I had crossed the line, but I was also turned on with learning I had taken my first poz load, and that I was turning into a cum whore.

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

LOL, as they were hitting puberty, my sons bedrooms always smelt like that. Could always track it down to tissues or socks! Love that smell.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Neil Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): (252) 294-2999 texts preferred A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Regularly going back and forth between Raleigh, NC 27603 and Wilson, NC 27893 Times you're generally not available: as of now i currently have an open schedule Age: 21 Height: 6'0 Weight: 160lbs Ethnicity: White mixed with Latin

This is an excellent topic, with some very well thought out responses. I'll start right out by saying that I have a bit of a problem with lumping sexual attraction under the "racism" umbrella. I'm of the opinion that race should not be a factor when it comes to friendships, working relationships and that sort of thing. But when it comes to attractiveness, we all like what we like. In the same way that I'd much rather have a 40-something bear than a 20-something twink, there are certain races I tend to gravitate towards and others I generally don't find attractive. That doesn't mean you don't treat everyone with respect, but at the same time, I don't owe anyone a fuck; I get to choose who I'm willing to have sex with (and vice versa...I've been shot down by plenty of guys I was really attracted to) and you don't get to second-guess my motives. There are some things that I find extremely offensive. One is guy who advertise looking for "BBC" or "thugs". You often see something similar with Latinos ("gangbangers" or whatever). There's a level of objectification going on there that I don't like at all. I, personally, sometimes get something kind of similar because I'm a white guy who drives a tow truck for a living and am fairly masculine in my demeanor. You get pigeonholed as "blue collar" or "redneck" or whatever, and you're expected to act in a certain way sexually. But in each of these cases, I don't think it's really so much of a race thing as a socioeconomic class thing. A lot of gay guys are quite well off, solidly in the professional classes, and seem to get a thrill of some kind from slumming a bit. I would absolutely categorize that kind of thing as another form of class exploitation. The general thought seems to be that the lower classes should be as invisible as possible, except when you're directly engaged in providing a service (which can include breeding your ass just as much as towing your car). The fact that most blacks and Latinos are lower- or working class makes what is mostly, IMO, about economics into a racial thing.

Excellent start to the continuing adventures of Cody and his dad. I hope you keep the rest of the adventures cumming hot and fast.

Great Writing as usual! look forward to more!

I can only speak for myself but if somebody excludes a social group from his/her pool of partners then they must have a reason. Not all reasons are negative in nature though. I hooked up with this one guy a while back who was of Jamaican/Brazilian descent who avoided playing with other black guys. He was fine with all other ethnicities so I asked why and the answer made perfect sense. He lived in Jamaica until his teens before moving to London so he experienced the homophobia that is rife in Jamaica and was therefore living semi closeted by not playing with black guys. An extremely practical reason based upon the homophobia of others. http://tinyurl.com/ns8fhnv If its about a sexual fantasy, the skinhead idea of being taken by a supposedly str8 guy for instance, then as long as you are honest about your reasons for being selective with yourself and the other person then I see no issue. If the reason is arbitrary in nature like simply not liking black guys then I would argue that something else is working beneath the surface that may need to be addressed. That's my totally unqualified and essentially worthless point of view anyway. Has anybody noticed that we have gravitated towards the black/white thing without mentioning every other ethnicity on the planet?

Fuck that's hot. Love getting a BBC balls deep in me. But three?? That's s dream come true!!

Fuck yes. Give the gift to as many chasers as possible. There always seems to be a shortage of gifters. Remember chaser once you poz up, you owe to your fellow chasers to pass the gift along.

Finally met up with this hottie from Adam and bbrt. We'd been emailing each other for 2 years plus about meeting up, but timing and distance were never right. Finally, I made it happen. At this point, when we talked, he said he was all top, never used rubbers, preferred cum sloppy used holes, and wasn't sure about his status. I was hyped! I was very patient with this guy because finding a good top is not always easy. He gave me directions to his place then made me wait till he had eaten and showered, no problem, I drove around until he was ready. Totally well worth the wait. Nice, older, black, maybe in his 50s, PACKING ABOUT 9 1/2" AND THICK. We rested a little while he worked on getting hard. He wasn't into foreplay or oral or kissing or rimming, just straight fucking. So once he was hard, he got me on all 4s, his favorite position. He lubed his dick and my hole with a mix of Spunk lube and his own cum. (He showed me the little glass where he caught his nut to pour it into the lube bottle.) I hit the poppers, and in he went. He was a great fuck, loaded my hole back to back loads without pulling out, then took about a 3 minute break, fingered my squishing ass. On hearing the squish noises, he got bone hard and went in me. After another short but good while, he grunted hard and I could feel his dick swell and pulse inside me a third time. He made me clench my cheeks as he pulled out to keep all his nut in me. He said he unloaded a lot. I had to get going because I was meeting up with a friend for another session. This time, I was expected to be the top, at least temporarily. And I did. Then, when he couldn't take it anymore (I got a nice piece, lol), he decided to take over as top. After a while, the other guy's load started leaking out. A lot. This guy got 2 regular sized towels and still, I was leaking. I kinda fibber and said it was a pocket of water from cleaning out, as the first guy's nut was pretty pungent. He was very understanding of the water incident and offered me the use of his bathroom to clean up. I went and pushed and out came a HUGE amount of cum more than what had already dripped onto the towels. I was so excited. It was pretty much over with the second guy, but we hung out and cuddled a little before he jacked, nutted, I shoved his nut from his stomach to my ass, and I was off. I still haven't got off today, but I've got a hot beefy black bottom wanting some dick tomorrow. Just got to make sure his ass is musky and my Cialis is in me, well in advance. Maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll find a good top, as well.

Got two loads from a couple this morning. Hit me up on scruff and said they didn't have long and wanted to breed me. I went to their hotel and walked into the unlocked room. Stripped by the door and immediately went to sucking them both, alternating. They were both bearish guys but nice thick cocks., Apparently they hadn't showered either, they were musty but it was hot. I was sucking one of the guys and the other got behind me on the bed and really just rammed into me. I didn't have poppers either! I told him to go gentle and he slowed down a little. Then he started to work up a good fuck. He pulled out and the boyfriend got behind me and he slid into my hole and fucked me for a couple minutes before he asked if I wanted his poz load. I said yes and he blew and it was HUGE. I mean he kept pumping. He pulled out and the boyfriend started to fuck again. He only lasted a few minutes also because I was begging for it. His load wasn't as big, but still hot. I didn't cum, I got dressed and thanked them and left. It was a hot little 15 minute fuck.

BTW, this is for May 25-31 and I expect to be ass up for loads at least one of those afternoons (probably May 27th since Cumunion is that night and I always like to get a head start...).

Thanks for posting the link. I love sex in the great outdoors and certainly with Colby. Such a hot guy with an incredible ass.

So.. last Friday I was working... around 1 in the afternoon I got a text from a rined who asked me what I was doing... of course I told him I was working and asked what was up. He told me he was with a fuckbud and he wanted to tagteam his friend with me.. I prefer to bottom but every now and then I need a greedy ass to fuck... But unfortunately I was working and just texted a bit with my friend, asked pics of his buddy, asked if they played safe or bb (my friend told me they were playing safe... I knew he was lying but I was gonna play his game). I told my friend I could join them after work, not thinking they would seriously consider it, since it would take me 5 hours before I would finish work, go home shower and go to his buddy.. They told me to come. So... the last 4 hours at work took forever.. I was completely distracted by my raging hardon and needed to get home asap. When I was finally off work, my friend texted me the address. Het told me he hadnt cum yet, so I should come quick and watch my friend cum. ABout my friend.. we hooked up before, we done threesomes before, but most of the time wioth me as a bottom. he is the older 9inch black guy who fucked me with another black dude in my post '7 loads, 4 guys'. So, I went to this dude;s place.. My friend opened the door and told me to undres immediately. I entered the living room and saw this hot black guy with long dreads (I love dreads) face down, ass up on a mattress. The sight was HOT. my friend was getting sucked and I sat behind the dreadlockdude. Started rimming his hol... my tongue entered.. and of course I tasted cum... my friend was grinning when he saw my face... I dove into this guys ass.. and started rimming deep. It was fucking hot... after a while, mr dreadlock turned around and sucked my dick. My friend started fucking him.. it was hot to see that black dick fucking that black ass.. I could cum right then and there but wnted some fun. So mister dreadlock started to turn around every few minutes, so my friend and I were tagteaming him like crazy.. Still one of the hottest things to do as a top.. fuck a cumfilled bottom with a friend.. After tagteaming for half an hour (and me getting hornier and hornier) the bottom wanted to get a drink.. He left for the kitchen and I started sucking my friend.. Love to tasste all the assjuices and cum on his dick... THe bottom took to long to vcome back... I was horny.... so I sat on my friends dick... it was soo hot.. it slipped right in.. After a few minutes, the bottom came back and started watching... I needed to cum... so I jumped of my friend's dick, and fucked the bottom again... Even though I needed to bust my load, I still wanted to see my friend fuck mr dreadlock... While my friend was fucking... i crawled underneath them.. I was licking my friends dick while he was fucking.. I love doing that... So did my friend so after a few minutes of licking... het started screaming and came deep in dreadl;ock's ass... as soon as he took his dick out of the ass I took it in my mouth and got the last bits of cum.. that did it.... while still sucking I fucked mr dreadlocks and cam deep in his cumfilled ass... I really needed it... best part was that mr dreadlock looked so happy when I came in his ass... I didnt care if he came or not.... I was there for my pleasure... nnot for his We are gonna do this again real soon.. Mister dreadlocks only lives 5 minutes away by car... Will keep you posted!

I do the anon ass up face down on a regular basis almost daily, Totally love it but be careful it's so addictive to get pumped full of cum from strangers.

I feel there are several reason bottoms outnumber tops in the USA. Culture: If a culture is masculine like Brazil, or Mexico you will find more tops because the culture demands them to be as masc as possible. If a culture lets men be what they want like Spain you find mostly vers guys because there are no expectations. Note that their cultures may have changed as I haven't been to either one in about 8 years. Taboo: American culture was very masculine, but in recent years became more open minded towards men. This allows men to declare they are a bottom without people thinking they should be treated like a woman, but not all of the masculine culture has left yet. And this makes it so bottoms get shamed, slut shamed, and thought less of. However its still taboo, and many men will fetishize something that is taboo. When bottoming doesn't lose your masculinity in our culture is when you'll see allot of men be vers I feel. Submission: I feel most people on this site fall into this category. If you want to be submissive its easier to be sub from bottom than top. You can sub from top, but requires a stable play partner to do it properly. Since most on here prefer hookups, bathhouses, and anon ect. its allot easier to be sub bottom than sub top even if they tried and liked sub top. Performance: Allot of men especially younger ones are afraid to top because they think they'll be bad, and to be fair they probably will their first time. After getting over performance anxiety they will probably become strictly top for a while then vers. Overall I don't think most people are strictly tops or bottoms, and after they care less about what others think will become vers. However on this forum I feel most fall into the sub category, and will stay bottom mostly unless they get a dom bottom partner.

So a straight friend of ours was up for the weekend. He likes to dabble in the gay side and usually spends a couple days with us getting raw fucked till his holes messed up then goes back to his family life  last weekend he came up as usual and we spent Saturday night giving him what he wanted up the ass. A few lines and a bottle of JD to help us along the way. I like getting a load up me too of course but only my partner obliges whilst our mate is up. But, Sunday morning was different. Our mate was in the shower so I decided to join him and see what happened. As it turns out he was already hard when I got in so we sucked each other off. I was just about to slip into his hole when he told me to turn around. Without even asking he pushed his knob into me and started banging my hole hard. Not a word was spoken. I just took it rough. A bit stunned but loved every second. After about three minutes. He lets out a groan pulls out and slaps my ass. I knew he’d left a load in me...I asked him why he wanted to top all of a sudden and he said he didn’t know, just felt like it. He said it was a one off and I shouldn’t get my hopes up! Anyway, I went back to bed and took a load from my partner using the first load as lube. Love it

Gave one in the gym sauna earlier to a married guy in his late 50's. We've fool around a few times but mostly jacking one another and I've blown him a couple of times. I saw him getting out of his street clothes as I was headed to the sauna and we waved at one another. I was already stroking myself hard when came in wearing a towel. What surprised me was he carrying a little jar of Vaseline which he handed me, tossed his towel on the bench and then bent over. I quickly greased my dick and slowly started to push it in his ass. I've got a thick cock and he was tight, but after he loosened up I started pounding him hard and fast while he stroked himself. I loved how he was whimpering and trying not to make too much noise. It didn't take long before I told him I was ready to breed his tight hole, and then I shoved it in to the hilt and came deep inside of his ass. My orgasm was so intense I thought my knees would buckle, but I kept fucking him as he rubbed out his own load. Without a word I slapped his ass, grabbed my towel and left for the shower.

sorry for the delay. wrote a longer section to make up for it. As always, let me know if you want more. Also, feel free to make any suggestions for Joey to experience Part 6 “If I see you waste a drop of my load, I’m gonna make you regret it.” What the hell have I gotten myself into? I just got fucked. No not fucked, I just got raped. Some faggot trucker just raped my ass and turned it into a pussy. And he shot his load in me. Oh god, he fucking shot a load of HIV cum in me. I looked at him, still with tears on my face, as he pulled his cock out of me. In fear of what would happen, I tried as hard as I could to tighten my hole, but I felt his cum run down my leg. “You sloppy little cunt, I told you to not waste my cum.” Before I could react or try and turn away, a hard slap struck my face, hitting both my nose and left eye. I screamed out as it felt like my nose was broken, but again, there was little noise. I felt his reach down to my spread ass and rub my hole. “Good boy, you’re tight still. You’re next fuck is gonna like that. You, not so much since, well, if you thought I was rough, he’s much, um, worse,” and he smiled as he said it. “Now, I’m going to take the gag out for a second, but if you scream or yell, your balls get more than what I gave your nose. You’re gonna have fun explaining to all the guys how your nose got so swollen. Remember, not a sound.” He reached up and loosened the strap on the gag enough so the ball could drop out. “Now, baby, be honest. You loved me fucking that hot little cunt of yours right? Loved giving me your cherry and taking my toxic cum up your hole.” He smiled an evil smirk, and waited for my answer. “No.” I could barely make the word come out. “Aww, Joey, that hurts my feelings,” again, with the smirk. “I did this all for you and all you are is an ungrateful little queer who won’t thank his Daddy for knocking him up and giving him his first taste of being a pussy.” “I, I didn’t want this. I didn’t.” I felt his hand reach further between my legs, and graze my balls, causing me to jerk in fear. He continued to my cock. “If you didn’t want this, then why is your cock so fucking hard?” I only now realized that he was telling the truth; my cock was hard. “Oh, now I see why you are such a hot cunt; that tiny little cock, even as hard as it is? And, aww yeah, you’re dripping like a horny little bitch.” He pulled his hand back and lifted it to my face. I could see his finger tips were wet, and I knew what it was. “I…” As soon as my mouth opened, the fingers were shoved in. “Lick it off bitch, taste your cum.” I tried to pull away, and then I tried to bite his fingers. “Well, it seems like you want a beating in addition to your fucking. I love rough punks like you.” He pulled his fingers out, grabbed my hair and yanked my head back as hard as he could. His other hand went to my asshole again and two fingers were shoved deep. “Now you are going to open your mouth and leave it open. Understood?” I refused to do it and stayed silent. My head was pulled back further. “Open your faggot mouth boy. Or the next injury to your face is a permanent change to your nose.” For a second, I thought about fighting. I slowly gave up, and opened my mouth. “Good boy.” The fingers were pulled from my ass and appeared in front of my face. “Tongue.” One word, a simple order. I stuck my tongue out and he placed his fingers on it. “Taste your pussy, punk. Taste my cum that you took up your cunt. Taste it.” I licked the fingers and closed my lips around them. “I didn’t tell you to do that prag. But suck them clean.” I took his fingers all the way to the webbing, so disgusted with myself for liking the taste, knowing the cum was just in my ass and was possibly going to kill me. “Open.” I opened my mouth and he pulled his fingers out. “Did you enjoy that taste boy?” “N…yes.” “Good little faggot, loves ass cum.” “Now, I know you thought you’d be done after me. But, I have a surprise for you.” “Please, let me go. I don’t want any more.” “Bitch, this isn’t about what you want. It never was, and it never will be. Open your mouth, time for your gag to go back in.” “Please don’t do…” the red ball was shoved back in. The straps were tightened. Blackness came over me again as the blindfold was lowered again and also tightened. “He’s ready for Round 2.”

I finished my business in San Diego and drove up to L.A. for the day on Monday. Monday night, I get checked into my hotel near the airport in LAX about 8pm. I'm tired from my full day, but after dinner and a shower, I'm feeling too horny to just go to bed. So, I post on Craigslist that I'm a cocksucker and bottom hosting in my hotel near the airport. My ad posted onto the website pretty quickly. And within 10 minutes I had a reply from a latino guy who lives nearby in El Segundo. He said he wasn't far from the hotel. He said he was 26, 6" uncut and wanted to get sucked. He said he may fuck me, but wasn't sure he wanted to fuck. I gave him my room number. He said he'd be there shortly. Anyone that uses Craigslist, or pretty much any hookup website knows that a lot of guys flake out on you. So, you never know if the guys actually going to show up, or not? I've learned to take backup offers if I get them. Making the odds that at least one of the guys will actually show up. A few minutes after I'd given the latino kid my room number, I got a message from a 45 year old black guy in Inglewood. He said he was about 15 minutes away from my hotel. He described himself as a bi curious, married, black guy that just needed a mouth or ass to fill, since his woman wasn't feeling up for it tonight. I gave him my room number, with the hope that at least one of these guys would actually show up. I got my fleet bottle from my luggage and douched a few times to clean myself out. Just as I was finishing the douche, I heard a knock at my door. Since I was naked, I opened the door, but standing behind it to hide myself from anyone that may be walking down the hallway, past my room. As I closed the door, I was standing face to face with this handsome, young Latino kid. He was about 5'6", 140lbs, with golden-brown skin. I led him into my room and told him to make himself comfortable as I retrieved my bottle of poppers and lube from my fuck kit and placed them on the nightstand. He quickly stripped and sat on the edge of the bed. I knelt on the floor, between his legs. His 6" uncut dick was already fully hard. I sucked and gently chewed on his ample foreskin. I love making love to an uncut dick. As I pulled his foreskin back I could see, taste and smell the dried cum and piss that was deposited in the folds of his foreskin. I sucked and licked his cock, then went down to worship his balls for awhile. While I was doing that, there was another knock on the door. I looked up at the kid and said, "Do you mind if another guy joins us"? "No problem", he said. I stood up and walked to the door. Peeking through the peephole, I could faintly make out a black man outside my door. I unlocked and opened the door. Again, standing behind it to hide myself from whoever may be walking by my door. As I closed the door I could see this 45 year old black man before me. He actually looked closer to 55, than 45. His hair was salt & pepper. His face was covered by at least a days worth of stubble. I wouldn't say he was particularly handsome. But he was tall, masculine and scruffy looking. I motioned for him to come into the room. I asked him if he was ok with me sucking off both of them? "OK, I guess. I don't suck dick. But I wouldn't mind watching you suck him", he said. I walked back to the Latino kid, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed, and dropped to my knees. I quickly went back to my business of sucking on his cock. I could see from the corner of my eye, that the black guy was still dressed, sitting on the chair near the bed, just watching me suck off the Latino guy. I lifted up the kids legs and went back to sucking and licking on his balls. He laid back on the bed to enjoy my ball worship that I was giving him. Then I lifted his legs even higher and licked his ass. He grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them. Giving me more access to eat his hole. As I was licking and eating this kids ass, I could hear the black guy undressing. Soon I could see him standing next to me. His large bbc in his hand as he was stroking it. I came up off the Latino kids ass and turned my head to the back cock that was just inches from my face and I put my lips around it. Damn! He had a beautiful cock. He was at least 8"s, cut. And average girth. So, even though it was rather long, I could still take it down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust his cock as far down my throat as I could. His bbc already tasted of the precum that was dripping from his piss slit. I sucked on him for a few minutes. Then kept alternating between the Latino and the Black dick. Finally the Black guy said, "Let me fuck you". With that, I stood, grabbed my poppers and lube from the nightstand and knelt at the edge of the bed, next to the Latino guy. I squeezed some lube on my fingers and slid it up inside of my ass as I handed the bottle to the black guy. He lubed up his cock. The latino guy stood to watch what was happening. Soon I felt the black guys cock pressed against my hole. I took a couple of deep sniffs of the poppers as I felt him begin to press into me. He slid up inside me quite easily. Damn! He felt good in me. The latino kid climbed up onto the bed on his hands and knees. He turned so that his ass was in my face. Backing up to me, I buried my face in his ass and licked his hole as the black man fucked me. The black guy was a ruff fucker. He was really slamming into me. He'd slap my ass and thrust deeply into me. Finally the latino guy turned and I went down on his cock with my hungry mouth. He was moaning loudly. It didn't take long before he let out a groan and I felt his warm cum fill my mouth. Once he'd cum, he climbed off the bed. Quickly dressed and left my room. Leaving just me and the black guy there fucking. "Get on your back", the black guy demanded. He pulled out and I turned over on my back. I put a pillow under my ass which was on the edge of the bed. He lifted my legs and slid his bbc back inside me. He pushed my knees to my chest, giving him even deeper access to my hole. He was really slamming into me. After about 5 minutes of fucking in this position, he pulled out and told me to get on my knees again. I took this opportunity to take some more sniffs of my poppers. I knelt on the edge of the bed and once again he slid his cock into me. He put one of his legs on the bed, driving deeply into my raw hole. "Give me your poppers", he barked. I handed him the bottle and he took a couple of sniffs. Then he went back to assaulting my ass with his giant tool. Within just a couple of minutes his thrusts were getting even more hard and fast. His breathing was getting deep. And I knew he was getting close to cumming. Sure enough, he let out a loud yell, "OH, FUCK..!!!", as he rammed deeply into me and his body began to shake. "I'm cumming...!!!", as he held his cock in me and filled my raw hole with is cum. Both our bodies were shaking as I used my ass muscles to milk his cock. Each time I squeezed my ass on his cock he would shake in orgasm. Finally, he pulled out and said, "Suck it". I climbed off the bed and dropped to my knees. I sucked and licked his cock clean of the cum that was covering his cock. Without saying a word, he pulled his softening cock from my mouth and quickly dressed. As he exited the door he said, "Thanks". With that the door shut and I was feeling ready to finally climb between the sheets and fall asleep. I woke up the next morning to find my sheets wet with cum that had dripped from my ass as I slept. He had obviously deposited quite a hefty load inside me. I checked my emails to find over a dozen replies to my CL ad. Damn, I could have fucked all night long. But, I needed to catch my flight home. I saved all the CL replies. I'll message them all when I get back to L.A. next week.

2. Jeff I waited for the very last drop of my cum to drip out of my dick before I pulled out. I needed Tim to get every precious drop of my spooge and with it, as much of my virus as he could. I had been waiting for the chance to fuck Tim for far too long and I didn't want this opportunity to go to waste. It had only been a few months ago that I had found out he barebacked. That he had done it once was all I needed to know: it wasn't a matter of if he would take my poz cock, it was just a careful negotiation of when he would. And now, only six months later, I had just unloaded deep into his unprotected guts. "Thank you," Tim grunted, as my cockhead slipped out of his hole with a barely audible pop. It was slick and shiny. Tim had gotten a dildo Diablo right before I fucked him; the frozen sperm had melted and coated his guts and then my shaft. From the gyrations of his ass and his moans, it was also clear that the tina had also taken effect. Most ceremonies began with the sacrifice getting the dildo Diablo or the Devil's Cock; a frozen rod of semen collected the men of our congregation. Of course, we made it even better by sprinkling it with a generous amount of crystal methamphetamine. By the time it melted, the sacrifice would be so hungry and needy he would rarely worry about the long-term consequences of his action. This ceremony was no different. It had been easy to tell when the crystal had hit Tim. It had been in the middle of me fucking him, and the high had continued to build for him. Now, he was completely tweaked out and definitely ready for the rest of the solstice celebration. The hot poz men, dirty satanic talk, and unprotected bareback sex would be just what he needed. "My turn," a man said. I turned. Standing next to me was one of my brothers in the Dark Lord. With the black leather mask and the flickering candles, it was hard to tell who it was. But names did not matter. We were all just foot soldiers in the army of the Dark Lord, doing his vital work. I stepped aside, giving the next man access to Tim's raw hole. The stranger quickly lined up his cock, and then sunk it into the sacrifice. Tim grunted in response, a deep masculine sound of pleasure. He looked up, but before he had a chance to turn his head, I stepped in front of him and guided his head down to my cock. "Lick it clean for me," I said. He opened his mouth, and let me push the head of my cock into his warm mouth. "All the way," I said. Telling him to take it all the way was redundant. Tim was still strapped down to the fuck bench, so it was impossible for him to move. But he sucked on my shaft so hard that I was nearly dragged forward. I took a slight step towards him. He had no choice but to swallow me balls-deep, which he did. "Yeah," I moaned, as his warm mouth enveloped my shaft and his tongue lapped up all the juices that had accumulated. "Taste all those loads. All of them infected." "Mmmmmph," Tim said, his mouth full of my cock, and his ass now full of the stranger. Neither of us were using a condom, and both of us were infected by HIV. If Tim was thinking about that, he made no sign of it, arching his back to meet the other guy's shaft, and massaging my dickhead with his throat. Finally, my dick was clean, and my cock was starting to grow soft, exhausted from the first orgasm but not quite ready for the second one yet. "Please?" he said as I pulled my shaft out of his mouth. "Don't worry," I said. "You're going to get plenty more before the night is done." "Good," he said. "How are you feeling?" I asked. The executioner had retreated to his throne, and out of the corner of my eyes, I could see one of the altar boys going down on him. The executioner didn't like us getting too familiar with the victim, but he knew I had recruited Tim. I knelt down so that my face level was with his. Up close, I could see just how tweaked he was. "I don't know. Wonderful. Amazing. But also, I dunno," he said, tailing off. His eyes closed and a look of utter bliss was on his face. His back arched, all the better to accept the stranger's raw cock. He had never even seen this man, and yet, he was letting him fuck him. It was his long-repressed, perverted desires being unleashed by the crystal. "What?" I asked. Seeing him so utterly defenseless against his needs was getting me hard again. He didn't care who was fucking him. No, it was more that he couldn't care who was fucking him. All that was important was that he was getting fucked. "I'm scared. This isn't like me." "But do you want it to be like you?" "Yeah," he said. He opened his eyes again. They were unfocused and distant. He had entered his own world, and given himself over to pleasure. He had given himself to the Dark Lord. "I want to be free. To enjoy everything." "Good. You are giving yourself over to pleasure." "To pleasure," he repeated, dreamily. He closed his eyes again and arched his back. The man behind him obliged, and pounded his ass a bit harder. "It's just, this isn't, this isn't me." He suddenly focused and realized where he was. He pulled off the stranger's cock, but found himself held in place by the thick leather straps. "Relax," I said. I ran my hand over his face, feeling the stubble on his cheek, and my touch had an immediate response. His body slouched and relaxed, but he still allowed the stranger to continue fucking him. "We dosed you with a drug. It's going to be ok. It's going to help you do this." "A drug?" he asked. A smile emerged, as the idea of getting drugged up finally hit him. "Fucking hot," he said. Tim, or rather, the sacrifice, was a lot kinkier than I had thought. This was suddenly starting to get very interesting for me, and my cock was getting hard again. "You," Micah said. Tonight, playing the role of the executioner, Micah had final say on everything. I hoped he had not noticed how hard my cock had gotten. I wanted to get back inside of Tim so badly, and I didn't want Micah interfering, even if it was for the sake of the ceremony. "Is something wrong with the sacrifice?" he asked, loudly. "No, Sir," I said, turning my head to face the executioner. "He is a bit afraid, but nothing he can't handle." "The sacrifice should be afraid. Our Dark Lord takes pleasure from many things and fear is just one of them." I watched Tim's eyes widen; it was hard to tell if it was from fear of the illness or anticipation of the pleasures. "But then, above all, Lucifer is about pleasure." He turned to look directly at Tim, his eyes nearly hidden by the black leather hood he was wearing. "The Dark Lord has so many pleasures. What is your pleasure, sacrifice?" "Cum," Tim said, hardly missing a beat. It was an interesting choice: not cock, the object, or fucking, the action, but cum, the result. "Poz cum." And didn't even pause before getting to the ultimate point: the virus that all of us would share with Tim tonight. "He chooses well," Micah said. He stood up, his massive cock hanging stiffly in front of him. "Congregant, will you satisfy the sacrifice's needs? Make him die so much faster? And, altar boy," he continued, turning to a young man hidden in the crowd. "You may take care of my son's needs." A young man darted out and knelt down in front of me. He carried a silver tray, upon which lay a glass pipe and a torch. Micah was an evil bastard. He knew that the higher all of his flock got, the more loads they would pump into Tim. I looked over Tim's body and into the face of the anonymous man fucking him. He was only the second one. It would be an endless night for Tim. There was a long line of men who would fill Tim up with load after load of infected jizz. "Give the sacrifice a hit as well, my son," Micah said. I nodded in agreement. Micah's tone of voice reminded me of when he had participated in my pozzing. He had been younger, but then, we all had been younger. I don't remember which one of the many men who fucked me Micah was. There were so many, and like Tim, I had been drugged as well. There had been another executioner that night. He was no longer with us. Of course, many of the men from my ceremony were no longer with us. So many had been cut low by the Dark Lord's demon virus and were now celebrating the solstice in his chamber of pleasures. I picked up the glass pipe from the tray and then the torch. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but prior experience suggested that the pipe was loaded with crystal, and it would take a moment or two for it to melt and smoke. I held the torch under the bowl as the light illuminated a small part of the pentagram. Tim looked around, but it was impossible to read his expression. With each thrust from the stranger, his face relaxed, revealing the bliss that he felt. "This is going to be good," I said, as I put the glass cock to my lips and inhaled deeply. As expected, the pipe was loaded and the drugs were pure and strong. I inhaled deeply, feeling the spirit of the Dark Lord fill my lungs and begin to suffuse through my body. I did not partake of the Dark Lord's drugs as often as some did, and it would require only a few hits for me to be under his spell. "Very good," I said, exhaling a small, yet thick cloud. "What?" Tim asked, his eyes glazed over in pleasure from the on-going fuck. "Just enjoy it," I said. I exhaled my hit. My head was momentarily enveloped in the white cloud, but it soon dissipated. As my vision returned, I first saw Tim staring at me, mesmerized by what had just happened. I turned my head to Micah. He was still sitting in the executioner's chair, but he nodded at me and pushed the altar boy off his erection. Micah stood up. The altar boy shuffled backwards as quickly as he could to avoid toppling over backwards. "Let us all partake in the Dark Lord's addictions," he announced. There was a sudden flurry of activity in the crowd of men, as the altar boys rushed to supply all of the men with the glass pipes and torches. Micah's boy got up quickly, and quickly returned with the necessary goods. The silver platter matched the chrome bars on the boy's chastity cage. It was good that the altar boys dosed up before the ceremony began; with all of the horny men, their cocks would be soon straining against the restraints. It was one of the few times that crystal dick was an advantage. Micah took the pipe and torch, and began his hit. I turned back to Tim, and began another hit for myself. This one was quicker; the pipe was still warm and it was easier to get a lungful of the potent drug. This time, when I exhaled, I blew it out right into Tim's face. He tried to inhale some of it, but it was too weak for him to get any effect. "Patience, sacrifice," I said. "You'll get a hit soon enough." Around me, the men were all hitting their pipes and shotgunning it to each other. As they did so, I could feel the dark sexual energy rise and saw the room grow cloudy from the large hits they were all doing. "It's going to be a good night," I said to Tim, exhaling my own hit right in his face. "You want some?" I asked. He nodded. "Please," he murmured. His body was still being pummeled by the anonymous man fucking him, and his breaths were all too often interrupted by a gasp of pleasure as the man found a tender, sensitive spot. I looked over Tim's shoulder at the stranger fucking him. He was smiling, and gave me a thumbs up. "The man has a gift for you first," I said. "Please," Tim murmured again. The thrusts from the stranger grew even more strong and intense, as he neared orgasm. "I want it." Tim gasped. "Fuck yeah," the stranger grunted, slamming his cock into Tim and holding it there. "Fucking take my load." He moaned as his body shook with the intensity of his orgasm. "Fucking take my toxic cum." Tim moaned in reply, his face blissed-out and joyous with the pleasure of taking another load. "That's load number two for you," I said. "But I know there are plenty more for you." "I hope so," Tim said. The unknown man's body jerked and spasmed a few more times as his balls squeezed out some more cum. He took a moment to catch his breath, and then pulled out. "Fuck," Tim said; I couldn't tell if it was from the stranger's quick movements or the sudden shock of no longer having a cock in his ass. If it was the latter, Tim did not have to wait long. Almost as soon as the stranger stepped away, another one took his place. Again, the dim light and a tight-fitting hood made it hard to recognize him. But once he moved, I recognized the tattoo on his chest, a pistol pointed at his heart. I knew him; we had played around. But as was the custom in our church, I would not acknowledge him as anything other than a brother in Lucifer during the Solstice execution. "Another one for you," I said. Pistol grabbed his stiff cock and aligned it with Tim's ass. "Please," Tim grunted. Pistol slid into him, not pausing for Tim to even get used to his thick shaft. Tim looked at me, and then his eyes darted to the glass pipe I was holding. "Please?" he asked again. The crystal was hitting him hard, and he was turning into a needy bottom. I lit the torch and held it under the bowl. He was going to get even more tweaked out and his needs would only grow. "Of course," I said. "It's your last meal, as it were. You can have anything you want." A bit of smoke was starting to curl out of the bowl of the pipe. I stuck the pipe into Tim's mouth. "Inhale, sacrifice. Slowly and deeply." Watching Tim hit the pipe, I wondered if he had ever smoked tina before. He worked the pipe like an expert, draining the bowl and letting it refill. His lung capacity was impressive; each time I thought he had hit his limit, he just paused and then continued. Finally he nodded, and I pulled the pipe out. It was still hot and smoking, so I did a quick hit myself. Not until I exhaled did he dare exhale his hit. Once more, we were engulfed in the thick cloud, momentarily lost in Lucifer's mysterious kingdom. But the clouds drifted to the ground, and we were back in the physical world. Pistol was now pounding Tim's ass hard, the sweat glistening on his chest. It would not be long before his pistol went off, shooting its deadly bullets into Tim's body. "Another one," I said. Pistol slowed down his attack on Tim's ass as I put the pipe back in the sacrifice's mouth. Even if Tim wanted to protest, he was far too tweaked to string the necessary words together. But, it was clear from his face he was now in the Dark Lord's playground and he never wanted to leave. I held the torch under the bowl. It quickly started to crackle. "Do it," I said. Tim inhaled. I waited for him, until he could no longer inhale any longer, and then took the pipe away from him. I looked up at the executioner. Micah slowly nodded his head back and forth. I was disappointed; I wanted another hit from the pipe. I wanted to be closer to Lucifer and his world of pleasure. But, as the sacrifice's attendant, I had other duties tonight. At midnight, I would be released and able to join in the pleasures. No longer needing to be concerned about the glass pipe, Pistol picked up the pace again. His hips hit the sacrifice's ass, as his cock forced its way into Tim's body. "Oh fuck," he grunted, and his rhythm sped up further. "Oh fuck," he grunted again, and slammed his cock into Tim. This time, he held his cock in place and grunted one more time. This was the sound of an animal, deep, visceral, and almost scary. It was the sound of a man reaching orgasm and filling another man with his sperm. "Please," Tim whispered, only audible to the two of us. Pistol pulled out, then shoved it back in as his hard cock shot spurted more cum into Tim's tender hole. "Another bullet in our sacrifice," Micah said. The executioner had returned to the throne and the altar boy was once more between his legs. "And there are so many more to come." Pistol grunted a few more times, then pulled his cock out of Tim. Tim's face screwed up in a combination of agony and despair. He clearly wanted to be fucked more and to feel more men cum in him, but was also aware of how sore his ass already was, even as the ceremony was just starting. But he didn't have long to wonder. From the crowd, another man stepped forward to take his place between Tim's legs. I recognized Nash immediately. His skin was ebony black and almost absorbed what little light was falling on him. His black skin reminded me of the Dark Lord's own complexion; perhaps more so than any other member of the congregation, he was Lucifer's perfect ambassador to the earthly plane. He was tall and muscular, with a long, thick cock. There was some resistance when he first asked to join our congregation, but his generous endowment and relentless approach to fucking more than overcame any protests. As he stepped up to Tim, I could see his fat shaft sticking out straight. It was big enough that even fully erect, it still hung down slightly. As Nash lined up his dick with Tim's hole, he licked his lips, anticipating the warm wetness that would soon surround his manhood. Nash reached down and pulled Tim's ass cheeks apart just to make room for his thickness. Tim reacted to the touch with a moan of pleasure. I wondered if Tim would have reacted the same way if he had seen just how big Nash's cock was. The first time Nash had fucked me, I was amazed there was enough space in my guts for him to enter, and Tim was a bit smaller than I was. It was a good thing that Tim was still restrained. It would make the inevitable assault more surprising, but not being able to see Nash's endowment would reduce Tim's anxiety. But, after all of the crystal Tim had done, it wasn't clear if Tim was capable of being scared of anything. "Another one for you," I said. Nash's cockhead was pressed up against Tim's hole. Although Tim had opened up a lot from the three of us who had already fucked him, it would still be a tight fit for Nash. "Please," Tim grunted. "More." I didn't know if Nash heard Tim. Around me, men were sucking down on the glass pipe. I could see the torches flicker on and off as the men did their hits. As the crystal hit them, they started to suck on each other's cocks; in addition to the sounds of the glass pipes, I heard the soft moans and gentle licking of the men pleasuring each other. Nash had been doing the same, hitting the pipe, and getting his cock nursed to hardness. Now, he was ready to fuck. Tim's request was unimportant to Nash. He just pushed his thick head against Tim's hole, and forced his way into the man. "Oh fuck," Tim said, as he realized just how thick Nash was. I smiled. This was what Tim had signed up for: getting fucked by some of the biggest cocks and the meanest men. Pistol didn't stop, Nash would not stop, nor would any of the other men stop. Tim whimpered a bit and his body tensed up as Nash pushed further into his hole. But Nash didn't stop. He was slowly thrusting in and out, each stroke pushing him deeper into Tim. "Dear God," Tim said. "God abandoned you the moment you climbed on to the altar," I said. "Or maybe you abandoned him. The Dark Lord is your salvation now." "It's so fucking big," he said. I guessed that Nash had barely gotten half into Tim. "So fucking big." I grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under his nose. He inhaled deeply, like it was the only thing that could save him. I let take as much as he needed, holding the bottle under his nose even after he nodded that he was good. Nash had only begun the process of fucking. "Can I..." Tim started, and then trailed off. He closed his eyes and concentrated. "Of course," I said. Nash was exploring new territory in Tim's guts and the only lube was what little pre-cum Nash was dripping into the man. Tim didn't need any more crystal; most of what he was feeling was from the booty bump and the last few hits had barely taken full effect. But, the rite of sucking on the glass cock would calm and center him and help him accept Nash's long shaft. I, on the other hand, had only just begun. "Let me get it started for you," I said. I stuck the pipe in my mouth and lit the torch. The pale blue flame barely added any light to the room, but it was just enough to see Tim's suffering in perfect detail. Nash was almost all the way in him, and was starting to seriously fuck the man. The fat black cockhead was rubbing all of the accumulated cum into Tim's body. My cum. Pistol's cum. The Dark Lord's virus was in Tim's blood now, and it would soon take root and grow in him. The fuck flu would be an unpleasant time for Tim, but we would be there for him, holding him closely and reminding him that his ordeal was only temporary before he was released into the pleasure of the Dark Lord. Thinking about Tim getting infected and getting sick made my cock stir again. I wanted to get back inside of the sacrifice and give him more of my deadly seed. I wanted him to feel the death that surged through my veins and was eating up my body. I took a long hit from the pipe and let the drugs fill my lungs. I could feel the presence of the Dark Lord in me, releasing me from the proprieties of the culture I grew up and into black and evil society of pleasure. I was Lucifer's foot soldier, and tonight, it was my job to bring him another offering. "Here," I said, taking the pipe from my mouth and sticking it into Tim's. Nash slammed his cock into the sacrifice's body hard enough to move the altar to sex a bit. "You're going to need this tonight."

Planning a trip to Melbourne soon. Haven't been there for about 2 years. When I lived there, Club 80 went off with loads of BB, and the last time I was there, it was still the same. Anyone in Melbourne care to update me on what it's like now. Never been to Wet on Wellington, and some guys have told me it's worth checking out. But I always find that in gay saunas, no matter where they are, it's more of an effort to find BB sex.

I couldn't resist his hot mouth as he worked my cock with an expertise that had me blowing my load down his throat in no time. After he cleaned my cock off I looked down at him and let him know that we needed to talk. After my son had finished sucking a load out of my cock he disappeared into the bedroom as I finished drying off. I walked naked into the bedroom to find him lighting up my Tina pipe as I slowly walked across the room to join him on the bed. He took a couple big hits and handed the pipe to me. I followed his lead and took a could hits of my own. I asked him how long he knew. The question had a double meaning, one was about his own sexuality and the second was about his knowledge of mine. He answered both meaning by telling me he knew about my being gay from his mother’s conversations with her friends. Sean knew about his being gay since he was 13 when he was abused by one of my ex’s boyfriends who got Sean to suck his cock while his mom was at work and unavailable to take care of his needs. He went on to tell me that he found my pipe and stash when he was snooping around the apartment one afternoon and knew that we’d get along just fine. He also told me that he wanted me to take his cherry and breed him. I cautiously told him he may not want that from me only to be told as he took another hit from the pipe that he knew exactly what he was asking me. I looked into his eyes and knew he knew what he was asking. As I kissed him he wrapped his arms around me as he lay back and allowed me to climb on top of his slim frame. It didn't take me long to respond as my cock began to harden again. As we kissed he looked me in the eyes and almost pleaded me to seed him but not before he pulled out a couple points from under a pillow as he asked me to slam him up and use him all weekend. I didn't ask him anything more. As I prepped a point for him (and one for me) I explained how to prepare a point. I then asked him if he’d like to meet some of my friends. He shook his head yes and asked if I might take him to the local baths as well that weekend. A smile came to his face as I had his point in hand. I fixed the tourniquet on his arm and looked for a good vein. Sean watched as I explained to him how to administer. I stuck the point in his arm and drew back to register a flash of blood to make sure I was in the vein. I then emptied the contents into his arm and pulled the tourniquet from his arm and watched his reaction. Sean coughed out hard as the slam hit him hard. I prepped a good strong one for his fist slam. Sean began to suck me hardening cock as I applied the tourniquet to my arm. He had my hard 8” down his throat as I registered the flash and emptied the slam into my own arm. I pulled the tourniquet and coughed out as Sean was eagerly swallowing my cock. I flipped us around so Sean could continue sucking my cock while I began to rim his eager ass. He couldn't keep my cock in his mouth as he began to uncontrollably moan. I continued to lick his sweet tasting ass as he moaned and began to beg for me to fuck him. I wasn't one to disappoint my boy and flipped him on his back as I placed his calves on my shoulders. I placed my semi-slick cock with his semi-wet hole and began to push my way inside as I kissed Sean. As our kiss broke Sean looked up at my with a slight look of anguish and pain in his eyes. I continued to work my cock into his hole letting him know that that was all the lube he was going to get as I set to fuck away his cherry. As I began to bottom out balls deep inside my boy’s hole I grabbed the pipe and light the torch. I let Sean know that we were going to shotgun this hit and he was eager to try. I began to draw back a very big hit of Tina and then sealed my mouth over my boy’s as I exhaled the smoke into his lungs which Sean returned the smoke to my own lungs. The exchange went back and forth several times until we both were in need of oxygen. After a good shotgun Sean seemed to be more at ease as I began to fuck at his tight hole. I fucked away at Sean’s hole I could tell I was tearing him up a little bit, not too much, but just enough to be sure his hole would be more accepting to my poz seed. I could see it in Sean’s eyes that he was enjoying his first fuck and it didn't take long until I was really giving him a pounding he was beginning for when I couldn't’t hold back any longer and blew my poz seed inside his neg cunt.

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

Got drunk and stoned at a porn theater and laid naked on the filthy floors as pigs pissed on me, sat on my face, and lifted my legs to fuck me.

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!