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PART 15 Just as the unknown man did, Eric rammed his 9 1/2 inch dick into Joel's ass and fucked him hard. Jammes watched delighted with his protégé's ability. Eric was one of Jammes' first trainees soon after receiving his HIV diagnosis. Jammes had not reacted when he heard the news. He was at peace with himself and had accepted the fact that his decision never to use a condom when fucking put him at risk. He had mentally gone through arguments of pro and con and followed that by doing the same but listing every argument on paper. He had not agonized over the decision but came to it by rational search of himself. He finally decided to accept the risk and began fucking in earnest. The only change that came over him was upon receiving that HIV diagnosis Jammes dedicated himself to finding white men whom he felt deserved a change of status. White men such as Joel. Later still Jammes had found a market of men who sought out infected men such as he was. Chasers was what they were called. Jammes filled that market as well arranging several parties for white men who begged to be infected. He had been very careful about where the parties were held, screening carefully who was invited, and most of all making sure that nothing could be traced back to him. Still, it was married white men on the down low that Jammes really got a joy out of converting. And, this married white man was a surprise for him almost all night long. Eric was now pounding Joel's ass hard jarring him intensely. Just a few more inward slams would be all that would be required to send Eric's dick into a spewing fountain of contamination and biohazard eruption. The precipice was reached and Eric raced over the edge of the cliff just as his poisonous white globules of semen splattered inside Joel. Eric filled the ass in front of him with burst after burst of sticky thick wads of swimming infection mixing with the remainder of the two previous cum loads. Eric wiped his face with his hands removing a large portion of the sweat that had percolated there as his dick began to slow its tainted delivery. Slowly, Eric's dick began to slip from Joel's ass until it reached the point where gravity and weight pulled the remainder out allowing a large outflow of cum which splattered onto the floor. Joel immediately rose up off the sling, turned, and slid down on his knees taking the glistening soggy dick into his mouth. He washed and worshipped the means of delivery of another load of cum. He fell totally in lust with this dick, too. Eric pulled his dick out of Joel's mouth, nodded to Jammes, and walked out smiling. He needed a break. Jammes returned Joel to the sling, pulled his upturned box seat behind Joel, sat down, and slowly inserted the brush that once before he had used. Two toxic loads of cum had gone in this white man's ass. They needed access and access they would have. Jammes went about his business as if he were doing any kind of mundane job. For Jammes, this was a simple requirement or mundane job. This procedure he was performing was as much of a requirement as a clip of bullets were to a marine in combat. The brush and the bullets were both required and had to be deployed to be effective.

Jeff and I have been friends for over a decade now, I met him when he was barely 18, looking for cock on a gay web site. I chatted him up and soon he was at my front door, looking cute and innocent. We made out and before long he was sucking my cock, getting me rock hard, I couldn’t believe this cute cub was wanting to have me, a 40 something year old guy breed his ass. I soon led him to the bedroom and had him naked on my bed, ass up wanting my cock to plow into his fertile fields. I sank into his ass slowly, not wanting to hurt the boy, then picked up my pace till I was fucking him into the mattress. After about ten minutes I pumped my undetectable Poz load deep into his guts, status was never discussed and he didn’t seem to care. We met off and on for a few months, with me always ending up breeding him, occasionally we would flip fuck and we both would end up filled with cream. As he progressed in his life, finishing up school and landing a few good jobs we drifted apart, though lines of communication were kept open and we would chat on social media when it was convenient. Now I’d like to say Jeff was a bit gullible and sometimes it appeared a little paranoid, he would find a subject that interested him and research the hell out of it. He’d take the good information and somehow always interlaced it with the bad, he saw the conspiracy in many things , especially government related things, even so far as commenting that he was thinking of going to Canada or some other foreign country where he believed things were different, before realizing that he really didn’t have it so bad right here. After living many years apart, where we each procured partners, he got a job close by and was soon connecting back up with me and my partner, we spent several nights out on the town having dinner and finding things which entertained us. Jeff had only managed to increase his level of perversion, and we soon found out he was even kinkier than when I first met him. We had been chatting one night on-line and he happened to mention that a friend of my partner and I , whom he met while out with us, had been keeping Jeff and his partner company several times Me: “So you have entertained Fred a few times, eh” Jeff: “Yeah, and he’s a damn good bottom, and has a nice cock to ride too” Me: “So you still liking it raw?” Jeff: “it’s the only way, Fred seems to like it when we fill his ass with our cum, begs for more as Ty, and I tag team him” Me: “damn that’s hot, so has he filled you up as well?” Jeff: “fuck yeah, slammed my ass down on his tool and kept it there as he shot his big load in me” Now I knew Fred was Undetectable, but wasn’t real sure about if he was compliant with his meds all the time, as he was sometime very ADHD and childlike, Fred was closer to Jeff’s age but had been Poz since he was a teen. Me: “Kool, glad that we could introduce you guys” Jeff: “so you guys want to do dinner at our place on Saturday? Ty is cooking “ Me: “great, I’ll bring some wine, what time?” We set up a time and finished chatting, with me getting more and more suggestive with my innuendo, and finally asking if he and Ty were on PReP, since it sounded like they were hooking up with a lot of guys and taking loads. Jeff started on some tangent on how PReP was just some Government ploy to help out pharmaceutical companies make bigger profits, I did my usual and just let it pass as I steered the conversation back to sex. Saturday arrived and my Partner and I went to Jeff and Ty’s house, where we enjoyed a great dinner and conversed with Jeff and Ty. At one point Jeff and I were in the living room together watching some bareback porn, and the subject of HIV and AIDS came up and Jeff went back into his rant that HIV is just another virus like the flu and that AIDS is just a large scale media hype to scare people into using condoms, and it’s the drugs that are forced upon people who test positive for the antibodies to HIV is what is really making them sick. You get the point, but it was beginning to anger me a bit to think this well-educated young man would be so disillusioned about what I had been dealing with for almost three decades. So if HIV is just another virus and AIDS doesn’t really exist, I figured so I should get him bred properly, test his theories. I knew we had been invited over for dinner and sex, so I soon had Jeff heated up and wanting to plow my ass, I figured slowly lure him into my web, soon we were in the shower, allowing him to help me clean out, for a second time that day, just a refresher, I fingered his hole and roughed him up as I helped him clean out as well, knowing my well hung Partner would love to plow his ass, just as I did when I first met Jeff. Soon we were in the living room in just our towels kissing and fondling each other as Ty and my partner were doing the same, while critiquing the porn on the television. Soon Jeff had his cock in my hole and my partner was balls deep in Jeff, while I sucked on Ty’s impressive tool. After about 5 minutes my partner began pounding Jeff in earnest, forcing his cock deeper into me, I tightened my muscle grasp on his cock milking Jeff and sending him into overdrive blowing his load into my colon, triggering Luke to blast into Jeff’s gut. Luke pulled out and Jeff followed suit as Ty dropped down to the couch and slipped his cock into my hole, as I had been giving him a stellar blow job he lasted a couple minutes and blew his load up inside me. After having my prostate battered first by Jeff then by Ty, I was rock hard and in need of release so as Jeff lay there recovering from his orgasm I slipped my cock into his slimy hole and began fucking him with my toxic cock. I had had a medical emergency a couple months back and was in the process of switching meds and had been on a drug holiday for two months before starting the new pills so I was carrying a high viral load, which now resided in my conspiracy activist sweet hole. I have plans for Jeff to either prove or disprove his theories but that is for future chapters

PART 14 Jammes slowly began fucking Joel in his slow piston in and out. Joel released his cheeks moving his hands to the opposite side of the sling where he grabbed the lower part of the chains to steady himself. Jammes continued his in and out knowing that this was not a fuck but merely an advertisement for men to watch and for him to offer his new toy's ass for them to fuck and unload their own cum. Jammes would seed Joel again later many more times. After a good crowd had assembled, Jammes pulled his dick out of Joel's hole. He turned full frontal view to the men and said, "Anyone interested in putting another toxic load in this man's ass?" Several men looked around the assembled men with one finally stepping forward and into the room. He took Jammes' position when Jammes stepped away. "He enjoys being slammed into balls deep. Pump his hole as hard as you want; he will not complain. And, be sure to shoot that poisonous load of yours as far inside of him as you can," Jammes directed the man. The man buried his hard cut 8-inch dick inside Joel and began to fuck. Jammes quietly encouraged the man tweaking his nipples lightly and running his hands over his sides and stomach. He made his comments varied and became more descriptive and vulgar as the unknown man plowed into Joel's ass. His fucking tempo increased as well as the hardness of the thrusts. The chains had begun to rattle with greater volume. Joel maintained his position groaning his consent and elation of having his ass worked over by this stranger whom Jammes had allowed. His brain was stimulated by the texture of skin-against-skin contact that his ass was sending to it. His brain demanded more as the stranger banged deeply inside his ass. "UHHHHMMMMMMM!" Joel heard behind him as the stranger in his ass shoved deep into him and held his dick inside. Joel felt a pulsing as the man unloaded his ball juices. "OHHHHHH!" Joel moaned out just after his ass began filling with cum. Both men felt great for different reasons. When the stranger had pulled out of Joel's ass, Jammes had taken him by his shoulders and pulled him off the sling. "You always suck and clean every dick that fucks you," Jammes said quietly to Joel teaching him what was expected. Joel without thinking obeyed. "You did well," Jammes praised Joel. "Next time you will not be reminded of your duty for it is your duty." Joel looked at Jammes and nodded his consent. Jammes put Joel back across the sling, turned to the crowded hallway, and called another man--Eric--by name. He entered the room and Jammes gave a nod of his head toward Joel. This man had watched Jammes degrade and train white men before. Eric knew why he had been invited. His viral load was well over 250,000 and had been for almost four months now. He was a stalker who Jammes knew and used for these training sessions.

Getting into a serious relationship with a hot daddy. Body very similar to Derek Anthony but with a thicker beard. He was the last load I took, and he breeds me multiple times every time we see each other. Perfect amount of dad dominance and just a great fuck in general. And he wants to start inviting other dads to seed my hole.

PART 13 Jammes pulled the brush from Joel's ass and replaced it in the side pocket. He released Joel from the restraints helping him out of the sling steadying him once he was on the floor. Joel was a bit weak legged. Jammes hesitated but then stepped up to Joel and put his great arms around him. Joel looked up at Jammes and smiled. "That was super," Joel said. "I had no idea. . . . I mean, I never, that is. . . . I didn't know about me until. . . ." "You seem to be at a loss for words," Jammes finally interrupted and smiled. "In fact, loss of a lot of things: words, your virginity, your negative status. You're going to get sick soon and will need help taking care of you." "Are you sure I will lose being negative?" Joel asked. "No doubt about it," Jammes said. "I'm not on meds. I'm the first but won't be the last. You will take many more." "Yes," Joel said with conviction. "I want many more of your cum loads." "What about other men and their cum loads? I'm only one strain. What about more than one strain in you?" Jammes asked. "Do you recommend it?" Joel sincerely asked. "Yes, as many different strains as you can get which means as many poz loads and poz men that you can get. One right after another is what I would recommend." Jammes encouraged quietly. "I have to tell you that you are by far the best white man I've pozzed. You can suck my dick better than the best pro, and you take my dick up your ass even better. I watched the change come over you. It's been a total turn on for me knowing that I'm knocking you up." "Well, you have no idea what this means to me. But, I was serious about more cum from you. Please, I hope you don't mind my asking you. You blew my mind away and whatever you want, I'll do it," Joel said with a straight face of honesty. This was the last "straight" part about Joel. Jammes looked at Joel and weighed his words as well as his own feelings. Jammes moved Joel to the side of the sling turning him to face it. He bent Joel over the sling. Joel adjusted himself in a comfortable position after Jammes spread his legs apart a little. Jammes once more began stroking his dick until it began to respond. Jammes reached over to the door, turned the handle, and swung the door wide open pushing it to the wall so that the entire doorway was a huge open portal. Instantly, a couple of men stopped as they saw Jammes and Joel inside the room. Jammes reached up and spread Joel's cheeks. Joel reached backwards replacing Jammes' hands. Jammes then used his hands to guide the head of his dick to Joel's opening once more and leaned forward applying pressure. Joel moaned in anticipation and sighed deeply. Jammes grabbed Joel's waist and began pushing forward sliding inside in a jerking motion because of the lack of lubrication. He continued until he was fully inserted and allowed his dick to finish swelling to the maximum. He turned his head to see the five men standing in the hall watching. He smiled. Jammes was advertising that he had a white man who was available to take raw dicks and cum loads in his ass.

I know it's bad form to cruise online when you are waiting for test results, but I guess that's the kind of whore I am. Besides, I was bored and nervous and needed to kill some time, so naturally I found myself on Scruff. Interestingly, there was this hot Latino guy who showed-up as nearby. Quite nearby, in fact. Less than 250 feet away. So I started a chat with him. Me: Wow! woof, you're cute Him: Thanks! you too. Me: Can I see your locked pics? Him: *unlocks* I look at his pics. His cock was uncut, about eight inches, and had a wicked down-curve. Me: Holy. Fuck. Nice cock! I know JUST where to put that! Him: It looks like you are close by. You at the clinic? Me: Yeah, I'm waiting for HIV test results. It's that time Him: Cool. glad you are getting tested. I'm a counselor here. Me: It must be hard to deliver the news and stuff Him: It's ok. It's important to be informed Me: Yeah, I guess it is. Actually, I can't believe I'm actually cruising while waiting for my results Him: It's understandable. We can't stop being sexual just because of HIV Me: Is it sick that I'm totally horny and want your cock right now? Him: Is it sick that I'm an HIV counselor and I want to fuck your ass right now? Just then the nurse came in and I had to put my phone away. She very perfunctorily informed me that I was negative, but would need to be tested again in six months due to recent sexual activity, adding that she would take me to the counselor to chat briefly about safe sex. With that she led me down the hallway to a private office where she introduced me to Michael. Michael, of course, was the counselor with whom I had just been chatting on Scruff! Oh, and Michael was HOT. He was probably about six inches shorter than me, had a slight, muscular build, but damn did he get the Enrique Eglesias looks! Plus he had a beautiful smile complete with dimples! I walked in and sat down as Michael closed the door. He shook my hand warmly and told me it was nice to meet me. We talked about my recent negative result and the fact that I could still be positive if the antibodies hadn't yet developed. We also talked about having safer sex and other diseases. Blah blah blah. Honestly, the standard preventive fare. When I got up to go we shook hands again and he said, "I get off in an hour... and would like to get off after that." What a line! He then rubbed his crotch suggestively while giving me an inviting smile. I grabbed one of his post-it notes and scribbled down my address and phone number, handing the slip of paper to him saying "I'm heading home right now and will be ready. And waiting." Sure enough he showed-up about an hour later, and I buzzed him up. Once in the apartment he wasted no time taking control by pushing me against the wall and making out. Then he broke off the kiss saying "Let's get naked. I don't have tons of time. I've gotta get home to my partner." "You have a partner?" "Yeah, does it matter?" "Well, no, not to me, but does he know?" "No, he thinks I'm a good boy, but I need sex. Lots and lots of sex." "Yeah, I believe you," I replied. Although his frankness was slightly unnerving, I was nevertheless turned on by the thought of his big cock fucking me, so I led him to my bedroom where we stripped. He pushed me down to my knees and I worked his cock. It wasn't super thick, but it was quite long. And the downward curve added a whole new dimension. Ordinarily I'm not much good at deepthroating, but fuck, Michael's cock was angling in exactly the right way as to slide down my throat, right past my esophagus. It felt incredible, especially as his foreskin provided dome extra smooth motion. After a couple of minutes he withdrew and gestured me up onto the bed, asking "You ready to get fucked? Where's your lube?" "In there," I replied, pointing to the night table, but adding "Umm, what about a condom?" "Do you really want to use one?" "Well, we just spent 15 minutes talking about safe sex, didn't we?" "Yeah, but bareback feels so much better, doesn't it?" "But you're an HIV counselor!" "So?" "And I just got tested AT YOUR CLINIC!" "And you were there getting tested because you are no angel, right? I bet you have been taking bare cock and enjoyed it but had a little scare which made you go get tested. Right?" "Umm...." "Okay, so some guys really get off on taking raw cock. I get that. I can't stop that. I can educate, but it really isn't going to change behavior. I mean, look at me? I know the risks and everything, and yet I love bareback sex." As he made these remarks he rubbed his cock head up and down my ass crack, teasing my ass lips. "You want me to bareback you, don't you?" he then asked, adding "It's okay to say 'yes'." "Yeah, kinda...." "So pass me the lube." "Are you neg?" "Nope, I'm poz." "Whoa, time out. You're poz and you want to bareback me?" Michael leans back from me and looks at me for a minute. He strokes his cock slowly, seductively, and doesn't say anything. Just stares at me. "Hell, yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to fuck that bubble butt of yours and leave my seed deep inside it. I want you to feel the throb of my cock as I cum inside you. I want to leave my DNA in your hole." "Maybe we shouldn't....." "Look. We both know you're taking raw cock. You've probably taken poz loads before, without even knowing. And I can see that you aren't turned off by the idea, because your cock is rock hard and drooling precum. You might as well just give in to your desires and let me give you a good fuck." "I'm just nervous...." "How about I warn you before I cum, and I can pull out if you want me to." "Um...." Then my body made its decision. I rolled over and got on all fours again, took a hit of poppers as he lubed his cock. And before I knew it, Michael was sheathing his eight-incher inside my ass. It was obvious that Michael had had a LOT of practice at fucking. He slowly, methodically fucked his whole dick into me from tip to hilt. Agonizingly slowly and pushing up inside my second ring. And the down curve was creating new sensations inside me. It was heaven! He picked up tempo and really started throwing all the meat to me. Hard. His curve kept popping up inside my colon, making me wince in pain every single thrust. He didn't care though. He told me to take it - to take his raw cock in my neg ass. "You know, I knew you were a cock pig if only 'cause you were on Scruff at the fucking clinic. I had a strong suspicion my cock would end-up being buried in your ass," Michael remarked. I chuckled in reply. Eventually his breath quickened and he told me he was getting close. I was actually getting close myself, because his cock was stroking the hell out of my prostate. I just moaned as he thrust away. "I'm gonna cum, man! Where you want it?" Michael asked. "Just keep fucking me!" "You fucking PIG! Here it cums! Gonna knock up this neg hole!!" "DO IT! Don't stop fucking me!" And then he flooded me. And when I say flooded, I mean FLOODED. I could actually feel the warmth and wetness fill my ass. He kept thrusting wildly and my ass just felt wet beyond anything I'd ever experienced. He was still fucking me hard and it started to run out of my hole and down my balls. I actually came about 15 seconds later, just from his fuck motion. My hole started puckering and grabbing his dick, making him go wild as I shot my load all over my bedspread. He parked his cock in me and waiting politely for my orgasm to subside, before eventually pulling out. As he did so, his curved cock dragged some of his spunk out and a big blob landed on my bed. Which he scooped up and fingered back into my hole. Moments later I came back to my senses and started mildly panicking, blabbering "Oh my god! What did we just do?" "We fucked. I bred you. You came no-handed." "We shouldn't have... I shouldn't have...." "Relax. Breathe. You just took a big step." "A big step to what?" "A big step toward coming to grips with your piggy side. You are a cum pig bottom. And that's ok. Better than ok, actually. It's hot." "I don't know if I want to be a cum pig!" "Dude, I've worked at the clinic for several years. I can spot a bottom pig a mile away. And you, my friend, are a bottom pig. Embrace it.' "No I'm not... I'm ...." "You picked up a partnered poz HIV Counselor at the free clinic, invited him over, and let him breed you," Michael replied with a laugh. "Oh god. I am a pig." "And it turned you on so much you came from it. And thinking about it right now is making you hard again." And it was. Michael had to get home to his husband, but he promised me that this wouldn't be the last time we fucked. And it wasn't. As he left, he said, "Now remember to get tested again in 6 months. We may have more to talk about after that one...."

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

I was on the way to Asia and layover at ICN airport for 6 hours. There was no luck on grindr, as well as not much action in the restroom. i got horned up watching guys at the urinal, was hoping to see someone with a hard cock but no luck. thus, i lubed myself in a stall and played with my dildo. Finally someone sent "hi" on grindr. No face pic but the stats was attractive. White, 35, 6'2, 190, hairy. He said he has 2 hours layover, looking for a bj. We met at a gate where there was no one around. He came by with Starbucks coffee in his hand, we sat and chatted. I could see a tent in his pants and i touched it. He asked if i want to suck it and i nodded. We went to the nearby restroom. I sneaked in his stall when it was not crowded. He was sitting on the toilet seat and wanted me to sit on him face to face. He pulled my head closer and start kissing me, his tongue eagerly slide passed between my lips and started teasing my tongue. Without wasting much time, i unzipped his pants and cup my mouth on his semi hard cock and suck it. it took few seconds to feel his cock grew to full erection in my mouth, bout 8", leaking some precum. He guided me to stand up and turned me around, push my back forward indicating me to bend over. Before I know it, his tongue and lips are on my ass, licking and rimming it. i wanted to moan but i had to be quiet. It wasnt long that he put his warm hands on my hips and pull me towards him and i knew what he wanted next. I lowered my body and let him entered slowly. He drilled me with my back facing him so that he can watch his cock sliding in and out of my smooth hole. Then he turned me 90 degree, sitting sideway, moving up and down about half way or slightly more i assume as 8" is a bit big for my tight hole, suddenly, he pulled out. His body language indicated that i should sit in the face to face position. i stood over him and lowered my body, let him slide up inside me but his hands around my waist has pushed me down while he thrust his cock deep inside me, all the way in. Long stroke, all the way in and slowly pull out, few thrusts all the way in, pulled out and thrust back in, i felt the urge to cum and shot up on his chest and sat all the way down on his cock. He was holding me and grinding and whispering "baby" while kissing my neck, ear, mouth and when he continued calling me "baby" with heavy breath, i knew he has sprayed his babies up in my ass. I stood up, his cum squirt out of my ass and dripped into the toilet bowl. We both grin, cleaned up and left.

I love that. I've pissed in plenty of guys asses after cumin and fed them piss when blowing me. I love getting it too. sometimes after a guy cums he'll start pissing without saying a word, thats hot. I can tell if a guy wants to drink my piss if I just let out a little bit as he's sucking and gauge his reaction.

Part III. After fingering my cummy hole for a few moments while making out with my boy, the POZ stud came back a bit later with a short stocky latin guy. The guy bent over and licked my asshole. He oinked and looked up at me, cum dripping from his lips. He aimed his cock at my hole and pressed forward. My boy made a loud sound clearing his throat, and I handed the stocky top a condom. He reluctantly put it on as the POZ stud whispered in his ear. He oinked again and plowed into me. I knew he was going to breed me one way or another. The POZ stud walked away and returned with another friend for my boyfriend. With my boy’s hole getting plowed, safely, the latin guy worked his cock out of me, rolling the condom off as he pulled out. It felt SO much better when he entered me raw. The guy fucking my boy looked familiar, and I was pretty sure he had bred me and my boyfriend already, but he was fucking my boy with a rubber. I saw his face wince and his ass tighten as he came inside my boy’s ass. He pulled out and the condom was bulging it was so full. He slipped it off and poured half of it onto my boy’s ass and then tied it shut, tossing the condom at my boy. He then slapped his cock onto my boy’s cummy hole and slipped the head inside a little. My boy squirmed a bit and the guy walked away. Even though my boy was playing ‘safe,’ he’d wound up with some cum inside him other than mine… Over and over my POZ stud would usher guys to my boy and to me. From the number of tattooed guys, wasted faces and proud bellies on my tops, I suspected most of the guys breeding me were POZ. Some of the guys he brought to fuck my boyfriend had ‘that look’ too, but they all dutifully filled their condoms. Variations of this scene replayed over and over until we were both out of condoms. Every guy who fucked me started with one on, and wound up filling my ass with their cum. My hole was sore and puffy, and there was a puddle of cum below me, and the floor was strewn with broken and pulled-off rubbers. I had taken eighteen loads, a new record for me. My boy had gotten a bit of seed in his ass, but he had eighteen tied condoms burgeoning with cum tucked into his jockstrap. We stood up, stiff from being on our backs and pummeled for what seemed like hours. I followed him to our booth, waddling to try to keep all of those fresh loads from dripping out of me. We fingered each other’s holes and made out for a bit. ‘How many loads did you take, lover,’ he asked as he brought his cummy fingers to his lips. ‘Eighteen… well, eighteen plus your’s…’ ‘I knew you wouldn’t make them bag up.’ I protested and told him that every one of them had at one point worn a condom, but all of their loads wound up in me one way or another. ‘You’re such a slut,’ he said, as he pulled his pants up. I pulled my clothes on, certain that cum was now oozing out of my ass and into my shorts. He led me to the car, with those full used condoms proudly displayed in his hands. The clerk at the front shoot his head muttering, ‘You two pigs were meant for each other.’ My boy just winked at him saying, ‘You have no idea….’ When we got home, my boy told me to go to the bedroom and get on my hands and knees. I assumed the position and he crept up behind me a few minutes later. He held my face buried in the sheets and lapped at my ass, savoring the remnants of all of those loads now freely dripping out of me in cloudy white clumps. He then pulled off and I felt him slapping his hard cock against my ass. I squirmed in anticipation. I felt him ease into me. I’d never been so relaxed and so used. He pulled out a bit and shuddered. I felt him ease something into my ass alongside his cock and assumed it was a dildo. It was like being double-fucked, something I had only done a few times before. Each time he thrust into me I got wetter and the sounds of splashing got louder. He pulled his hand off the back of my neck and chuckled. I turned my head around and he threw back his head. As he fired off into me, I realized that he was double-fucking me with a turkey baster, and it was filled with eighteen loads of fresh seed. I had just taken my thirty-eighth load of cum. Without even touching myself, I blasted my load onto the bed and collapsed. After catching my breath, my boyfriend eased me onto my side and spooned me. He rustled in the bedside table and pulled out his favorite buttplug. It easily filled my tired ass. We slept that way all night, drenched in sweat, as my guts absorbed all of those loads. The End.

Have you ever let another guy control who fucks you? Just started doing this recently and it's been very hot. Met a bud on a phone sex line and he set up a craigslist ad where he screens guys and identifies the ones he wants to fuck me. I do it when I'm out of town for work. I tell my bud the hotel and room number and he sends guys to fuck me raw. All I ask is the guys are hung and hot. It the best rush: anonymous fuck, controlled by another guy that I've never even met face-to-face (and who may not have my best intentions) and I'm taking a hung dick raw. Anyone experienced similar? Am I the only one who gets off on this?

Load number 3 in my tight cunt. The strong, hairy beast on top of me roared as his grip on my ankles tightened and he added his seed to the sperm cocktail churning around inside me. He smelled like sweat and cigarettes. Combined with the smell of piss in the gas station bathroom and chemicals in my throat, it made my head spin. He rolled up a ball of spit behind his crooked teeth and shot it at my face. It was thick and a little bubbly, like his cum. His cock inside me felt natural, like it was filling up an empty hole inside me. “Good slut!” he exclaimed, satisfied. I moaned as he slipped his cock out and I suddenly felt incomplete. He jammed two fingers into me roughly. Some of the cum leaked out of my ass and dribbled down my legs. I put on my g-string and denim cutoffs. He put ten bucks into my back pocket and kissed me. Some wads of his own spit got caught on his mustache. I normally didn’t ask for payment outside of work; hell, sometimes I would pay to get my ass creamed. But I was low on drugs, and it turns some guys on to shell out a few bucks afterwards. It reminds them of how little I’m worth. He hopped in his car, and I got back on the street, struggling to keep the loads in my ass. Almost 1AM, and the roads were empty. Everything was dark except for the street light and the neon lights at the sports bar the block down. Properly lubed up and feeling piggy, I could finally go to work. A little buzzed from my booty bump earlier that day still, every few steps felt like one, and keeping track of time was difficult. Every sound made me jump. The hot, stickiness grinding between my asscheeks and slowly trickling down my legs made the walk better. I’m 20, 5’9”, Asian, perfectly smooth, waxed all over my entire body, and fit. A lot of guys liked that. Some people told me touching me was like feeling a girl, but my pussy is tighter, and I’m sloppier, hungrier, trashier, and longer-lasting than any girl they’ve fucked before. I arrived at the basement club. Barry, the guy at the desk, knows me by now. The only reason he lets me do what I do here is because sometimes I let him fuck me. Over the course of my career, he’s pumped me with enough sperm to fill my body. “The boys are downstairs at the back of the maze,” he said. “Don’t cause any trouble, fuckin’ tweaker. Don’t want you to pass out again – I’m not taking care of you next time.” I don’t remember what life was like before I was a trashy slut anymore. No... I was always one. This is who I am. I was born and destined for this life. The maze was dark, but plenty of dicks and dirty words graffitied onto the walls stopped you from running into them. Besides, I knew where to go. I walked into the sling room. A white, flickering light swung from the ceiling, creaking as it rocked back and forth. Fourteen guys stood there, either in leather chaps and harnesses or dressed normally and rubbing their bulges through their jeans. Some of them were handsome, some of them were trolls. All of them were at least 35. Bags of white crystals, pipes, and points were being passed around the room. One of the guys was packing a giant three-foot bong with weed. Backwards hat, basketball shorts, chiseled body. He was one of the younger ones. They greeted me warmly and handed me a bottle of coke, which I assumed was spiked with GHB. I took two large gulps. Maybe it was placebo effect, but I immediately felt the room turn floaty and my body felt hot. “Yo Ricky, you sure we can fuck this kid raw?” one guy said. His voice was booming. He was wearing a ski mask and was a tall, broad-shouldered and broad-chested man. He had a gut, but you could tell he was strong and could snap me in half easily with his titanic arms. The bulge through his jeans ran down his thigh. “Hell, I think I’d break him apart. He’ll be feeling my dick in his throat when I fuck that little pussy.” “Then break him apart, John. What, ya worried about the kid? You like him or somethin’?” Ricky said. The masked man squints at me through his eyeholes, grabs my chin, and runs his tongue up my neck, over my jaw, and up my cheek. My face was still sticky from being spit on by the guy in the gas station bathroom. His other hand slides down my back and tailbone until his middle finder rubs my g-string right over my ass. The strap is now sticky, warm, and soaked with the cum oozing out of my hole. I moan as I feel his breath against my face, like a wolf about to eat his prey. “Nah,” he snarled. “I don’t feel nuthin’ for him. Hey boy. I’m gonna shred your lil’ pink cunt, and then I’m gonna knock you up with my lil’ babies.” The other men laughed. My chest fluttered. My ass had been loosened up by the past few fucks that night, but a gangbang will wreck your hole enough. I was already nervous, but his dick looked like a python. Ricky was my pimp, boss, and master. He’s Italian, tall, strong, hairy, and had dark features. He perpetually smelled of cigarettes. He’s not associated with the mob, and he doesn’t kill people... with guns anyway. Ricky’s a businessman who sells bodies, but he has his moral standards. He doesn’t kidnap boys because he knows there are boys like myself who seek him out, who willingly become his whores... and that’s what keeps him passionate about his work. The jock handed me the bong, its giant piece packed full with what looked like a small shrub. He handed me the lighter. “Torch it, man. It’s gonna be a long night for you.” “Thanks,” I said, holding the carb and putting the fire to the weed. I sucked. One... Two... let the fire go. Three feet of glass instantly filled up with a thick white smoke. As the grass burned the smoke turned so thick it had a yellowish hue. Just as I released the carb, John shoved my head down, forcing my mouth over the hole. He held it there as I inhaled until I felt the smoke basically fuck my lungs. I choked, smoke flying out the sides and through my nostrils. “Yo, suck it you little bitch! If you can’t even take that, how are you gonna take fourteen cocks?” the jock yelled. It took me four full inhales to clear the smoke. Meanwhile, John slowly unbuttoned my cutoffs from behind. They fell to the floor around my boots. His hands floated up to my chest and he grabbed my small pecs as he nibbled my ear. I passed the bong to the next guy, but my head was already spinning wildly. I coughed for a full five minutes while the men offered me more of the coke and felt me up all over my body. I felt the blood vessels in my eyes instantly constrict. Everything was slow, I was so high I could barely utter a word or respond to what anyone else was saying or doing, and my skin felt hypersensitive. The men moved in on me. Countless dirty hands (some even with rings!) and tongues slobbered and violated me. A fat finger entered me. I was so high it felt like the first thing to enter my ass all night, an incredibly new and fresh feeling. I moaned, louder than I thought. It almost startled myself, I was practically yelping with pleasure, like a virgin getting his sweet spot gently tapped for the first time. I was drowning in men’s bodies. The high was so strong, their dirty talk was only a buzz in the distance. All I could really hear was the loud heartbeat in my ears and my own moans of ecstasy. “His ass is so warm and sticky already. How many guys did he let cum inside him?” “What a sloppy piece of trash. I can’t wait to get my turn at that cunt.” “I call dibs first.” “I’ll take his mouth then. Don’t waste the meat.” A few chuckles. Some guy was now eating my ass. His face was buried between my asscheeks, his tongue wriggling furiously against my hole. I could feel his unkempt beard rub all over my ass. I was euphoric. I love my job, I thought to myself. By becoming less than human at a young age, I’ve descended into a world of drugs, cock, cum, and service, and feeling my body being pleasured, knowing that these men wanted to pleasure their cocks using my holes, knowing I was nothing more than a sloppy cum rag to wipe their dicks with, a vessel for their cum... That fulfilled all of my inner desires. “More!” I screamed. “Cock... fuck me... breed me... use me!” I moaned incoherently as they touched me. “Aw yeah, the pig wants it. Oink, oink!” one of the men snickered. “Where’s the T? Someone put that slut in the sling and wrap a tourniquet around his arm.” “Man, if this kid’s parents could see him now.” More laughter, this time louder. Ricky watched in the corner, taking his turn at the bong. The man loved to indulge, but always stayed in control, making sure his money-maker didn’t get too out of line or refuse any of the men their pleasure. Continued in Part Two.

I have a straight, black fuck buddy who I used to see once or twice a week. Met him on the street one night he came back and fucked me at my place, said it was ‘good pussy’, and has been giving me his loads for a few years now on a regular basis. Anyways, since we met he has asked me to pick him up some packs of cigarettes, or could he have a $20 here or there, and have been happy to oblige. In return – besides all the hot cum he has shot up my ass – at least two loads per visit – he has introduced me to some of his straight friends who on a Friday night wanted a hole to unload in when they were drunk, girl out of town, or whatever. He has a nice thick, 9-inch dick, but sadly none of his friends have been so lucky, so I kept asking him what about his big dicked friends? Those guys with a true Big Black Cock (BBC) with hot thick loads. He would always say, “Well when Bud or Thomas get out of jail, they got real big dicks, they’d fuck you.” I asked what they were like, and he said both guys were in and out of jail most of their lives, real rough types, but good guys, and when I asked how he knew what their dicks were like he said he had fucked girls with them before. One time he watched Thomas fuck some girl down the street and she screamed like hell when he stuck it in her ass, and another time he and Thomas hustled on a white guy and both fucked him, so he knew Thomas had a big dick. I was hooked. I finally gave up and believed Bud and Thomas were a figment of his imagination. But, this past Thanksgiving my friend called and said, “Hey man, Thomas is out, he’s here, you want to meet him?” Of course! Come on down, and in about 45 minutes they showed up. My friend and Thomas walked in, we introduced ourselves, my friend took me to the kitchen, asked for a $20, and then left. He said Thomas would take care of me. So I went into the living room, Thomas was sitting on the chair watching the straight porn I had going, with his coat still on. He was in his early 50s, nice looking, I asked if he wanted a drink, made him a rum and coke, went back in and he had stripped off his clothes, sitting in the chair naked smoking a cigarette. Damn! He had a huge, uncut cock that just flopped between his legs and rested on the front of the chair. The meat was a dark brown, soft, but looked heavy and used and I could only stare and drool a little as I felt my ass twitch. My friend came through on this one! I set my beer down, handed him the drink, and asked if I could suck it. He just nodded and looked back at the TV, so I got on my knees, lifted his dick, felt the weight of it fill my hand, slid the skin back on the head and bent over and started licking and sucking on it. Thomas did not say a word, just kept smoking and sipping on his drink, but his dick started to respond – filling out thick and fat and swelling to over 10 inches, really hard. I do not claim to be a great cock sucker – and prefer to have it up my ass – but was giving it my all. After about 10 minutes my jaw ached and knees hurt so I asked if he was close. “No, I only cum when I jerk off,” he said. Fuck – I wanted his load and asked, “Do you want to fuck?” He said, “OK”, so I got on my hands and knees in front of the TV, hit the poppers and waited. Thomas got up, did not even ask for a condom even though they were sitting on the chair, and worked his raw dick into my ass. He was not real hard anymore, but he stuffed it in, so while my ass felt full and it felt good, his dick just felt squishy – thick and squishy with not much movement. He was moaning though, and seemed to like it, so I hit the poppers and just knelt there and let him fuck. He moved and fucked for a good 20 minutes then pulled out and sat down. I asked if he had cum and he told me again he could only cum when he jerked off. I was pretty disappointed. The fuck was not all that for me and I did not even get his load. So he washed up and left. Several times over the last weeks Thomas has called and asked if he could come by. They let him out of the half-way house, moved him into his own place, and he started calling saying he was lonely and did not have any movies or anything, did I want some company? I said, “Sure, come over”, hoping the next time would be better. The next time he fucked me I got him hard by sucking him again, bent over the bed this time, he stuffed it in and was pretty hard at first, but then he reached around and squeezed my chest and went limp. “Sorry, I like titties,” he said. I told him, “No worries. If you are not into it I understand.” Then he would call again a few days later and ask to come back. When I asked him why when I did not think he was into me he said, “When you suck my dick I don’t recognize it. Gets so hard. Your ass is so warm too and feels good. I want to try again.” I asked him if he liked fucking guys and he said he always had a boy in jail he fucked, but he could never cum fucking him. It was just to get stuff, and he liked pussy, he was straight. OK – whatever. So, after trying cock rings, asking him to hold it all week, missionary style, and a few other things I had pretty much given up. When he called this week I said, “No, think we tried, thanks.” He said again, “I want to get back up in your ass.” I gave in and could not resist another chance to suck on his fat dick, and this time I had a new plan. I was determined to take his load this time no matter what. I had jerked off so many times thinking about that BBC cumming inside me it was driving me crazy. That ex-con dick and thick cum shooting in my ass – damn I wanted that. I told Thomas to call about 7:00, got home early from work and called my fuck buddy who had brought Thomas by the first time to swing through and give me a load about 5:30. I figured being a little open would make it easier for Thomas’s big cock later. Got two loads, my buddy bounced, and Thomas showed up at 7:00. This time I had a drink for him, two cock rings, and a Viagra. That dick was going to get hard! I helped him undress and took off his work boots, put his favorite gangbang flick in, made him a drink, handed him the blue pill and worked the two cock rings down around his balls. I got on my hands knees and tasted how salty and sweaty his dick was. God the weight of his dick – just big fucking piece of meat! Dicks like that are rare but feel and taste so good. The pill did its magic and after a bit his dick was swollen and fatter then ever, but I kept sucking and he started moaning. I stood up, told him to stand up, and moved the arm chair in front of the TV facing sideways and asked him to sit back down so he could see the video by turning his head slightly to the left. I moved a chair with the poppers, lube, and towels beside us, bent over and sucked on his dick some more. Thomas was rock hard and so I worked some lube into my ass with my left hand while I sucked on him and jerked his dick with my right. I then stood up, wiped my hand on a towel, took a big hit of poppers, turned around, and backed my ass down onto his dick. As my ass slid down his shaft Thomas moaned. I held my breath as his big head pushed my hole open and I pushed hard down onto his dick. I wanted to feel him all the way inside me with his dick as he could be no matter what and thank the fuck the poppers were a fresh bottle. That dick hurt! Fuck he filled me up! I took another hit of poppers, set the bottle on the side chair, put my hands on the arm of the chair for balance, pushed his legs wide apart with mine to give me space, and started riding his dick up and down – bouncing down to his balls then pulling up as far as I could without it popping out and plunging back down again all the while clamping hole tight and milking his shaft with every movement of my body. Thomas just put his head against the back of the chair as I rode his dick and started to make little moaning noises. I didn’t care what he was doing – that big black dick was fucking me deep and splitting my ass and I wanted more – wanted it deeper. I was practically on my tip toes to get high up on his dick before dropping back down, working his dick deeper and deeper into my ass as I rode him. The heat from the poppers made my head tight and dizzy and the heat from his dick in my ass was beyond incredible. I grabbed the arms of the chair harder and moved up and down his dick. I was a pig in heat with that awesome fat cock in me, and became a pushy bottom for sure. Thomas was not moving – just sitting there letting me bounce up and down on his dick however I wanted and I was riding him hard. I was not interested in a long session, I just wanted his cum and his dick as hard as I could get it, so I kept pushing myself up and dropping down onto his dick harder, faster, harder and faster. After a little while my legs and arms started to get tired, but Thomas started to make little “Ah Ah Ah” sounds every time I dropped back down onto his dick. That’s like farmer Joe saying, “Pig pig pig, time for dinner!” – I picked up the pace with a renewed burst of energy and was slam fucking him with my ass. “OH BITCH!” Thomas yelled in my ear. I could feel his muscles tighten up, his breathing got quicker, and his dick started to unload in my ass. Fuck yeah he was cumming in me! I had his prison dick in my ass and taking his ex-con cum! I bounced even harder on his dick, because I needed every little drop of sperm. It seemed like it took him a while to unload and soon he began to almost whimper, “Stop, oh OK stop, stop, ah ah, stop.” Damn. I stopped as I sat all the way back down on his dick, and felt his dick start to soften up inside me, as his breathing tried to get back to normal. In one stroke I lifted myself off his dick as it made a big plopping sound, which made him gasp a little. I turned and looked at him. Thomas’ eyes were closed, his head turned to the side and he was breathing heavy. His dick was glistening with thick globs of cum and juice, so I put my hands on the chair arms, bent over, licked the head a little which made him moan and quiver, then stood up and went to the bathroom to wash off. Thomas may have the big dick, but this bottom is in charge and that BBC is my bitch now!

It’s been a few days since I saw my boyfriend last. He’s always working and it doesn't help I live on one side of the metro while he’s about 20 miles on the other side. He hasn't texted me in a day or two and I was bored and horny today. I decided to re-download an app, hopping just for a little chit chat from people. After looking a while I came across a picture of my boyfriend, I wasn't angry, but annoyed as he told me he never used this app anymore. Then again, I was on. I decided to dropped it and just continue my search for someone to talk too. *received a message* Looked at the guys profile, cute and hot he was looking for fun and friends. I viewed the message. The guy: what are you up too? Me: not much, on from boredom, you? The guy: the same, up for some fun? Me: What kind of fun? The guy: What kind of fun you think I’m asking about. ; ) Me: If it’s hooking up, can’t do, in a relationship. The guy: That doesn't matter. *Image of his cock came through* I looked, and saw possibly the biggest cock I've seen, thick, veiny, and hard. Me: Very nice cock sir. If I wasn't taken I’d definitely blow you or let you plow me The guy: Your boyfriend doesn't need to know, what’s your address? I was tempted, I haven’t bottomed for a long time Since I started dating my boyfriend. He’s always the bottom and was always the top, it was tempting, but… Me: Sorry, can’t, really tempting, but can’t. The guy: Come on, address. ; ) You know you want my 10”s in you. At this point my cock was hard and I was jacking off like crazing. What I did next I shouldn't have done and hopped to god no one would find out. Me: *gives address* Hurry before I changed my mind.” The guy: Will be there in 10 minutes, have the door open and be face down. I stopped jacking, opened the door slightly then took off my clothing. I laid down in the bed me and my boyfriend slept in many times when he was over. I pre lubed my hole and had a few condoms to the side just in case. I heard the door open, not a word only the sounds of shoes being taken off. Heard someone come into my bedroom and heard cloths being taken off. I heard some clanking then a zipper and then a thud. I could feel he was close. I was now feeling regret that I was now hooking up with someone, but was too late, was too afraid to stop, didn’t know what he would do if I backed out. Slap, slap, slap when his cock on my ass. I ask him about condoms and he said nothing as he push his big mushroom head into ass. I ask him again about condoms and he push his cock in a little bit. It stung and hurt. Only my ass was lubed, his cock wasn't. He kept pushing in, pain was shooting through, I ask him to stop. He didn’t, “I’m almost all the way, relax you cheating slut.” That slightly turned me on. He hit that one point in my ass, pain was being replaced with pleasure, but pain didn't want to go away either. “How much more” I asked. “Want more?” He said then nothing but pain shot through as he pushed balls deep into me. “FUCK!” I screamed. The pain was so much I was crying. He started moving out, one, two, three inches then slamming back into me. This went on for a few minutes. After a while it felt amazing. The pain I had just felt turned to pleasure. He started pulling out more then back in, this was going on till all I could feel was his head. All that you could hear in the room was light moaning, skin slapping, and some grunting. I was so close I nearly came a few times. “I’m close, keep fucking me.” I said, he picked up his pace, then slowed down, picked up, then slowed down, like he’s teasing me. “I’m close” He shoved in again then pulling out, “Here’s my dirty load you cheating slut!” Then he drove his cock into my gut, filling it with his seed. Once he was done filling me he fucked his seed in me for a while, from this I came, I came hard on my bed then collapsing in a pool of my own spunk. He pulled out and before I could get my composure he was already dressed and heading out the door. I didn't think of what he said for a few days and didn't say anything to my boyfriend. My boyfriend came over; slept in the same bed I was fucked in. I fucked him, with a condom, because he has a thing for latex, not really for safety. A few days go past again and I decided to go back onto the app, I was bored, I noticed he left me a message which I thought seemed odd. He was online The guy: Up for round two? I have a few buddies that would also like your hole if you’re interested. ; ) I went to reply to him but clicked on his profile instead. What I noticed wasn't there before, it shocked me. It stated that he was Poz and not on meds. Fuck I thought. That’s what he meant by dirty load. Me: Is your profile correct, you are poz? Are your friends also poz? The guy: Yes, all of us are? So, what you say? Me: … Me: You know the address. My boyfriend texted if I was free that afternoon. I told him I’d get back to him later that day. Then my door opened once again, guess it's too late to back out now. ======that’s it======= I was bored, so I wrote this. This is fictional, this never happened. Hope my spelling and grammar are correct.

Fun at the seedy motel – Part 1: “Want to go for a ride?” the guy said as he set his glass pipe on the seat and leaned towards the passenger side window. His car was an older model, pretty beat up, and he matched. From the dim light provided by the streetlamps and the fact that it was not quite totally dark yet, I could see he had a scraggly beard, dreadlocks, and some sort of dark colored jacket on, and not handsome at all, but he did have what I would call and evil grin. I had just started a week off from work and was determined to get as much raw dick and cum as I could to make up for all I had been missing due to a crazy schedule. I had just come from getting a load of cum in my ass from some guy I met online, and while the fuck was not all that great, he did give me a big load. My ass was just getting warmed up, and I was still buzzed from the beer, so decided to walk home to see if I could find some trade along the way. I was about a block and a half down the street when I noticed this car up the street on the other side and someone was using a big lighter to smoke with as each time they turned it on, the lighter created a bright glow in the front seat. It was getting dusk and the car was deep in the shadows cast by a big tree. From where I was, I could only see the shape of person and not make out much more, but figured I would scope it out a little. I walked a little slower and kept watching the car and the lighter flashes. As I got closer I could see the occasional stream of smoke come out of the driver’s side window and caught a whiff of something on the wind, and knew he was not smoking cigarettes. Someone getting high, sitting alone, bet they were horny. My hopes were raised, my ass twitched, and a little bit of cum leaked out. At the intersection I crossed the street so I could come up on the passenger side and get a closer look. “Want to go for a ride?” he said again. Yeah, he was high for sure, and I was horny as fuck, so my heart raced a little faster as I said, “Sure,” opened the door, and sat in the passenger’s seat. He moved his pipe onto the floor under his seat, turned the car on, and pulled out. “Derrick,” he said as he held his right hand towards me. I shook his hand, told him my name, and asked, “So, what’s up tonight?” “Nothing man, you know, looking to get into whatever, you know. You?” Derrick asked. What do I say? Tell him I got a hot load in my ass and need some more? I went with the safer course and just said, “I… umm… had a few drinks with a friend, got a buzz going, and not ready to go home yet, so needed to get out.” Derrick laughed a little, “I hear that man. You smoke?” I shook my head no, but said, “It’s cool if you do. I sort of like the smell.” Derrick kept driving for a bit, down side streets in the Northeast section of the city. Places I had never seen. We were in a rough part of town when he turned down a quiet, side street. It was getting dark now and most of the street lamps were broken and this block seemed quieter, darker, more desolate. Derrick parked and said, “Stay in the car, I need to get something.” Then he got out, locked the car doors, and headed down the driveway between two houses across the street. Damn – I was sitting alone on a dark street, in the hood. I slid down a little in the front seat and waited, while furtively looking side to side, over the dash, and into the side mirror. After about 10 minutes I was getting really nervous, but then I saw Derrick coming back towards the car. I sat up, he got in, tossed a plastic bag on the seat, smiled at me and said, “Needed some rock. This is good shit, but makes me horny as a fucking bull, You know?” I just nodded, gulped hard, and tried not to show how nervous, scared, and horny I was all at the same time. Derrick pushed his seat back as far as it would go, reached under, pulled out his glass pipe and a black shaving kit. He opened the kit, pulled some stuff out, opened his baggy, put a small piece of crack in his pipe, tilted his head back a little, stuck the pipe in between his lips, flared up the lighter, and began inhaling. His eyes were closed, so I was looking around to see if anyone was watching. I didn’t see anyone, not even a car, so went back to watching him. He let out his breath and a cloud of smoke filled the car, “OHHH yeah, shit’s good. Want a hit of rock?” I shook my head no, and he said, “Later then. You want to suck my dick for me, this shit’s got me horny?” I said, “YEAH!… I mean, yeah, but what about people seeing us?” Derrick smiled, “No one will see, come on, I need to bust some nutt.” With that he set the pipe down, unbuttoned his pants, slid them down a little, and pulled his dick out. He was already pretty hard, about 8 ½, or 9, and real thick and wide. Not really round, just wide. I leaned over, closed my mouth over the head, and began sucking. Derrick started moaning a little, grabbed his pipe, and hit it again while I sucked him. “Make it wet, yeah get that bull pipe wet,” he demanded, so I sucked harder, raised up a little, spit on it, licked it clean and sucked some more as he moaned. Derrick soon started to moan louder, “I’m gonna cum, you better pull off, you want it? You want…..” as he shot into my mouth. I did not even feel the first volleys of cum as it hit the back of my throat and slid down. His dick pulsed, and kept shooting a steady stream and I had all I could do to swallow and keep up. His cum was thick and tasted wonderful, and I kept sucking as I wanted every little chunky white piece I could get. Derrick pushed my head off his dick, “Whew, yeah I needed that, had not shot my nutt in days, whew.” He closed his pants up, took another hit on his pipe, as I sat back savoring the taste of his cum still in mouth. Derrick put the pipe and supplies back under his seat. “What are you going to do now?” he asked. I didn’t know what he meant, but said, “Whatever man, open to having fun, I guess am cool with whatever you want if you want to... um hang some more… or could go back… I..” Thankfully Derrick save me from my stammering and decided for us, “Good, here’s what’s up. I plan to smoke my shit up tonight and like to fuck when I do. Got me a motel room over on New York Avenue, so how about you come back with me and keep this big bull meat hard and satisfied. You get fucked? Good, you got a nice mouth, but I want to fuck some ass pussy.” With that he started the car up and we headed to his motel. On the way, Derrick stopped and grabbed some beer at a store – three fucking cases so I knew he was planning to party hard - along with several sandwiches. As we drove I asked him why he smoked his crack using a straight glass pipe? I thought most people smoked rock in a bowl or something. Derrick said, “I like it better, cleaner hit, and I can control the burn the way I want. Been smoking since I was like 14 and have tried every fucking drug you can think of and always come back to my rock.” We didn’t really talk about anything else and about 10 minutes later were at the motel. I had gone by the motel when driving up to Baltimore before. It was pretty run down, located in an industrial/warehouse area, and you could usually see a few hookers and other nefarious types lingering nearby. Derrick pulled in, drove around to the back and near the end. There were a few people lingering around the parking lot, standing by a building near the back of the parking lot, the scent of pot was heavy in the air along with crack and piss and hints of other things I didn’t want to know. We grabbed a case of beer and food, Derrick nodded at a guy standing by the wall about 15 feet away who nodded back, and I followed him into his room. Derrick then went back for the rest of the beer and his supplies. The room inside was as bad as the outside. Smelled old, looked dirty, and Derrick clearly did not have much stuff. I saw one duffle bag on the floor of the closet, and mostly empty cigarette packs, beer bottles, and trash. Derrick set his stuff down and said, “Pull your pants down,” as he tossed a big bottle of Walgreens hand lotion onto the end of the bed. He opened his bag on the table, pulled out his supplies, and as I stuck some lotion in my ass, watched as he put some rock in his pipe. He walked over to me, “I fuck a LONG time, so you need this good shit. OK?” I said, “OK. I’ve never done this before. Derrick handed me the pipe, slightly angled it up to keep the rock in the end and instructed, “You saw me hit it, now you do the same. I will light it, you just keep it tilted back, inhale as deep and hard as you can and do NOT let it out until I tell you.” I put the pipe between my lips, he put the lighter up to the end and I could start to see smoke building up in the pipe. “Now, inhale, keep going, more, more, come on, more - now hold it like you got my dick chin deep in you – HOLD it –hold as long as you can – you need to feel this shit – hold.” I started to cough and choke and a huge plume of smoke came out. Derrick laughed, “Not bad for your first time. Now again.” Derrick then took a few hits and as I watched him I started to get so hot. Fuck – what a rush to my head! The room started spinning a bit and my body tingled and everything seemed more intense but fuzzier at the same time. Then it started to even out, the sensation was just intense, and my dick responded by immediately getting hard. I grabbed the lotion, put some lube on my ass, and bent forward over the end of the bed. I could hear Derrick finishing up his hit. He then walked over and pushed the curtains a little to the side. “I like to be watched,” he said. He had taken off his clothes and his dick was at full attention. I bent back over and hit the poppers that I had grabbed from my coat pocket. My head felt like it was going to explode, and I zoned out a bit. I came back to reality as I felt Derrick work a finger up ass. “You going to take my bull pipe? Let this black bull fuck it? Yeah, nice and tight and wet and juicy – yeah got some good pipe for you.” With that he stuck a second finger up my ass. I noticed a box of Magnums on the table, so figured he only played safe and was disappointed, and thought maybe if I asked him to fuck me raw I could just say the rock made me say that if he got upset, but as he started to rub his dick against my ass I could tell he did not have a condom on- fuck yeah! I was going to get his cum in my ass too and he was going to work the load in I took earlier deeper up inside me. Derrick pulled his fingers out of my ass, and without saying another word, began to slowly push his dick into me. FUCK – that hurt, the width of his dick was a killer and I squirmed and pulled away a little bit. He placed his hands on my hips and guided me back onto his dick nice and slow. As he did I looked under my arm towards the window and noticed that the guy we had seen against the wall was now looking in the window, watching. I told Derrick and he chuckled and said, “Yeah, my man’s a freak, you’ll see.” Derrick started to fuck harder and angle his dick to the sides with each thrust, scraping my ass walls with every stroke. I just grunted and tried to steady myself on the end of the bed. I was feeling pretty high and had a nice, big black dick up my ass, and damn that felt so good. I don’t know how long Derrick fucked, but when I focused again he was grunting, almost growling, as he started fucking harder and faster. I was having a hard time keeping my balance and he reached out, stood up, wrapped his arms around my chest and slam fucked. “I’M GONNA NUTT IN YOU, WANT MY BULL NUTT, HUH, WANT MY NUTT, GONNA NUTT – OH –GONNA NUTT…” DERRICK TENSED, SHOOK, AND I COULD FEEL HIS COCK THROBBING IN MY ASS AND HIS HOT LOAD SHOOT INSIDE ME. He kept holding me as his dick fully unloaded, his breathing was hard and heavy. He then let me go, pushed me forward and slid his dick out. My ass felt so empty! Put it back! He slapped my ass, smiled, “Feel good in there? You want more huh? Don’t worry, I got lots of nutt up in this bull pipe.” I just smiled, Derrick walked over, slid the chain off the door and the guy who had been looking in the window stepped in. This guy was pretty tall, like 6’5, real thin, torn up jeans, torn up coat, could not tell if he was homeless or just very causal. He took his jacket off and had tats up and down both arms. I just stood there while he and Derrick started talking. Derrick handed me a beer, told me to sit, so I opened it up as he and the new guy sat at the table. They both took out pipes. The other guy had one with a bowl, and started taking hits. Derrick said, “Come here, take some more.” So I did as before. He lit it and guided me, and this time I did not choke. The tall guy put his pipe down, walked over to the bed, grabbed the pillows, brought them towards the end, “Lay on your back, put your ass on these,” he said. So I got up on the bed, laid on my back with the pillows under my hips. He got up on the bed on his knees, spread my legs, lifted my legs up, and started to push his dick into my ass. His dick was like him, long and skinny, and a good bit longer than Derrick’s. My ass did not resist, and he slid in pretty easily as Derrick’s cum must have lubed me up really well. Derrick just sat the table watching, taking a hit now and then, and his dick was standing straight up in his lap as he watched the tall guy fuck me. The tall guy now had my legs pushed way back towards my shoulders and was jack fucking my ass. He was also really verbal. “Take this black dick bitch, good bitch, open that hole, come on now, open that tight white pussy. You want this black dick in you? Huh? Want me to fuck you? Huh bitch? Fuck that white pussy, yeah bitch.” At first I did not say anything, but then said, “YES, PLEASE FUCK MY WHITE PUSSY!” and that made him harder, he got louder, and fucked deeper. My ass was making slurping noises each time he thrust in and out and as he angled himself up with his feet, his full weight was behind every push into me. His eyes were closed like he was concentrating real hard and his dirty talk did not stop, as he called me a bitch and white pussy. In that position, I now noticed he had tats all over his chest too, and some on his neck. I tried to move my arms, but had no leverage so looked back at Derrick who was now stroking his dick as he watched. The guy on top of me picked up the pace and I started begging for his cum. Derrick started egging him, “Come on niccaa, fuck it, nutt up in there, come on nicca.” “OH OH OH – take my cum BITCH!!!” and the tall guy slammed balls deep and unloaded. He stayed still for a few seconds, breathing hard. His dick was still pretty stiff, but slid out as he pulled off me, he got off the bed, stood up, “Damn, fuck – nice sloppy hole. Get on your hands and knees.” What? The man just shot. I told him I had to piss and needed some beer, so got up and went to the bathroom. I could barely walk as my legs were all cramped, and took a nice long piss. I now had cum and ass juice just running down my leg. I wiped my ass a little to make sure I was still ‘clean’, and clenched my ass to keep as much man-juice in as I could. I went back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed and gulped a beer as Derrick and the tall guy sat at the table getting their pipes ready. They both took a hit, then the tall guy grabbed his dick, pointed it my way, and said “Suck it.” So I got on my hands and knees and started sucking his dick. They put the pipes down, Derrick passed the tall guy a sandwich, and they started eating and chatting as I sucked the tall guy’s dick. My knees hurt bad, I had to get up, then I sat back on the bed and drank another beer. Derrick offered me a sandwich, I passed, and soon they were done, and Derrick was motioning me over to the table with the pipe his hand. I took a couple big hits and felt it kick in even more intensely then before. Derrick and the tall guy both took hits, then both stood up, Derrick turned me around and shoved his dick up my ass as the tall guy pushed my head down towards his dick. I put my left hand on the table to steady myself as Derrick fucked my ass and the tall guy fucked my throat. I could taste a mix of lube, cum, and ass juice on the tall guy’s dick as he had not wiped it off after fucking me, just let it air dry which left a film of fuck covering his dick. “Fuck it – yeah fuck it,” the tall guy said to Derrick as he reached over, grabbed his pipe, and started hitting it while I kept sucking him. As he inhaled I swear his dick got a good inch longer, damn, that shit did go right to their dicks. Derrick then reached forward, pulled me off the tall guy’s dick, and turned, and walked me the couple steps to the bed with his dick still in my ass. “Get on your knees,” Derrick said, so with him still inside, I got on my knees up on the bed and got doggy style and he started fucking. “Yeah feel that nutt up in there, hmmm.” I was feeling no pain, just intense, hot pleasure of that raw dick pushing their cum deeper inside of me as I begged for him to fuck me – I just wanted more cum – as much as they could give me. “Let me hit it,” the tall guy said, so Derrick pulled out and the tall guy started fucking me – hard. Again, he was getting very verbal and nasty and I was loving it! I heard Derrick take a hit, then he stood beside the tall guy, the tall guy paused, and I heard him take a hit with his dick still in my ass. Again, felt like that big dick grew another inch as it was inside me – and I started pleading for him to fuck me harder. Derrick laughed and said, “Now let’s freak.” I thought we were, so just kept focusing on the dick in my ass. The tall guy paused again and I thought Derrick was giving him another hit, but I turned my head and did not see him. The tall guy moaned and grunted a little and pushed against my ass, but it did not feel right. I twisted as far as I could to see what was up. Derrick was behind the tall guy and was sticking his dick in the tall guy’s ass while the tall guy had his dick in my ass! Fuck! Derrick said, “Now we’ll get some nutt up in that white hole,” as he started to push in and out of the tall guy’s ass. The tall guy pushed his ass back to meet Derrick’s dick, which pulled his dick out of my ass and as Derrick pushed forward into the tall guy’s ass, the tall guy’s dick would go balls deep into me. It took a couple strokes, but they soon found a rhythm and I was being deep dicked by the tall guy as he got deep dicked by Derrick. The tall guy was losing it, and was almost hollering, “Take it bitch, take the dick, take these nicca dicks, fucking white pussy – take it take it!” He was digging into my sides with his fingernails as he slam fucked me, “AAAHHHHH fuck AAAHHHHH fuck,” and he started to shoot. This load felt like alcohol had been dumped into my ass – my hole burned with his cum as he gave me his second load while Derrick kept fucking him. The tall guy stopped pumping, and pushed back off my ass. Derrick yanked his dick out of the tall guy’s ass making him grunt, got behind me, pulled me back onto his dick and started fucking me with his slimy dick. I was begging for his cum and for him to fuck me harder. Derrick must have been close already. “YOU WANT IT?” HE SAID, “YOU NEED SOME MORE BULL NUTT? WANT SOME MORE NUTT IN THAT JUICY PUSSY? FUCKING PUSSY FUCKING TAKE MY NUTT – HERE IT COMES – HERE IT COMES!!! Derrick unloaded in my ass again. As I was still burning from the tall guy’s load, I’m not sure how much he shot, but he grunted, moaned, groaned, and made it sound like a lot. His dick softened a little and he slid out, I rolled over and lay on my back to catch my breath. When I sat up Derrick and the tall guy were both sitting in the chairs by the table, Derrick smiled and said, “Told you my man was a freak,” then laughed. The tall guy laughed too, stood up, and started to get dressed. His dick still looked wet and juicy from fucking me, but he just put his pants on and did not even wipe it off – hot! He was taking my ass juice with him! He put his coat on, said, “Catch you man,” to Derrick, and left the room. “How’s that ass doing?” Derrick asked. “I still got plenty of rock and I ain’t even started getting my freak on.” Stay tuned for part 2.

is it ok if i post here? i just joined tonight, my friend said i should, that this site is cool. so far i agree!! im not much of a writer, so im just gonna make this quick, if thats ok? i had sex tonight with one of my ...friends.. hes never topped me before, hes always just made me suck him, which is fine! hes my age and has a nice dick, we go to school together. normally when we "hang out" (thats what he calls it, he will message me to "hang out", but he doesnt want to hang out, he wants me to go down on him) he comes over and picks me up and he drives around in his truck while i suck on him, or we go down the road a little ways to this place where he can park. those are the times i know he wants me to take a long time sucking on him. we never talk during. he hardly even makes any noise, until hes close. most of the time hes playing on his cell phone while i do it. anyway, so tonight he asked me to "hang out" and i said ok. he picked me up a few minutes later and i got in his truck and he started driving in a different direction. im gonna be honest and say that i was a little nervous, but i just went with it. we drove to the green mountain mall, the parking lot was empty cause ... around here everything closes at like...9. so he motions for me to take it out and start going down on him and i do. i really like his cock. its like 7 or so, but hes uncut, not something many guys are here. i figured he wanted me to take a long time, so i just layed across the seat and put my face in his lap. i blew him for probably 10 minutes, ive gotten really good at telling when hes close so i would back off. he said something to me, and i dont know, i guess i was so surprised to hear him that my ears didnt work, so i said "huh" "i wanna fuck you" "um... ok" he told me to just stay where i was pretty much and he got out of his truck. he opened up the door on my side and i felt his fingers slip under my sweat pants and he pulled them down to my knees. my butt got cold (it is vermont in the winter) he got in and closed the door. i felt him settle down on top of me and he asked me if ive ever been fucked before.. i told him i had, and he didnt say anything, i couldnt tell if he was disappointed, or not, but i felt him poking around down there. i dont know if i can describe this properly. there are certain things... that when they are done to me, i have some sort of involuntary reaction. one of them is when i feel a penis touching my butthole. even if im not horny (which isnt very often) when i feel that, i get insanely horny. i heard him spit and then i felt his fingers find my hole and slip inside for a second. he put his cock up against my hole and all my worries, all my nervousness went away and i just relaxed and laid there, trying to adjust myself to his body to make him more comfy. he pushed inside me, and it stung a little then settled his weight down on me. he started fucking me and if felt great. his mouth was right next to my ear, and i could hear the little moans he was making and his heavy breathing right in my ear (another thing that sends my body into orbit) he didnt last long but i dont mind. he just let out a little "uhh" and i could feel his cum going into me. we laid there like that for a couple minutes. i could feel his cock shrinking inside me. i could feel the teeth from his zipper and his belt buckle dicking into the backsof my legs. he eventually pulled himself off me and out of me and got out of the truck. while he was walking back over i pulled my pants back up and buckled my self back in. i happened to look out the window and i could see him adjusting himself in his pants and he never looked sexier to me. anyway, he got in, and brought me home. as i was getting out he said "cya, thanks" and i was so surprised that all i could come out with was "oh, no problem" lame i know. wow. sorry, that wasnt very quick.

Any fantasies that turned out to be disappointing? Conversely, anything you didn't anticipate liking as much as you did? Shower sex is a no-go for me. Even in porn (mostly because of the horrible sound), I don't care for it. I've had good experiences in a few gym showers, but overall, I wouldn't recommend "shower sex." Mile high club doesn't interest me, lavatories are tiny, plus so much effort is going into making sure you aren't caught. Otherwise, beautiful guys, often quite muscular, turning out to be subpar sex compared to how hot they are. I enjoyed audiences more than I thought I would. Turns out, I don't mind as long as guys don't get hand-sy and try to force themselves in when they aren't invited. At a bathhouse, having a door open while fucking and flipping with the bf and having however many guys watching was super hot. Same for fucking in the sauna rooms and we've had 3 and 4 person rotation going in slings with a few people watching. Once I start pressuring myself into cumming, I lose it, but as long as I'm focused on who I'm doing, its great.

Part I. As my boy and I have continued to explore sex with other people, we’ve had some wild time. We’ve both bred and been bred by guys we knew were POZ, either because they told us, or we saw their biohazard and scorpion tattoos. I’m sure a few POZ guys stealthed us back before we started playing raw on purpose. Suffice it to say that we are no strangers to taking loads, POZ or otherwise. Are we chasers? No, but we like cum. My boy surprised me on a recent Saturday night. We had been talking about going out, and we showered together, both douching pretty deeply in case we wound up sharing some cock later. We made out in the shower, and could barely keep our hands off each other as we toweled off and tumbled onto the bed. My boy threw me onto my back and went down on me, swallowing my cock to the balls and getting it slobbery before climbing on top and sitting all the way down on my dick. He rode me for a few minutes before I came deep in his guts. He pulled off and went down on me again, licking up my cum and his ass juice. He kissed his way up my chest and worked traces of my load into my mouth. I spit the cummy mixture into my hand and worked it into my ass. Still lying on my back, my boy hoisted my legs up and slid his raw hard cock into me. He was so turned on that he came in a few strokes, filling my ass up with a big creamy load. He pulled out, grabbed his phone off of the bedside table and snapped a few pics of my cummy ass, my hands spreading my cheeks wide. As his load oozed out, he fingered it back into me. He slapped his cummy cock against my hole and then I head the ‘woosh’ as he sent an message from his phone. I love feeling a guy unload inside me. I usually can’t feel the actual cumshot, but I can sense his cock plumping up, and then the warm wet rush squishing around inside me. It drives me wild. I live for it. So does my boy. He curled up next to me and fingered my ass. ‘Wanna go play?’ I said sure, and he suggested we go to our favorite sex club downtown. It’s really sleezy, with booths big enough for two to play comfortably, and three if they’re really hot. A few of the booths still have gloryholes. ‘I have a kinky idea... You up for some raunchy fun?,’ he asked, winking at me. I told him I was up for anything. I grabbed my poppers and we both put on our mesh jockstraps, some running shorts, tight t-shirts, and headed to the car. I pestered him the whole way there about what he was planning, and he just giggled. He stopped the car outside of a drug store and told me to wait in the car. I was wondering why he would want more lube since I could see my cum making a dark spot on his shorts as he got out of the car. He was already well-lubed… My boy came back a few minutes later and tossed a bag into my lap. ‘Open it,’ he told me. I did, and was SHOCKED to see two boxes of 18 condoms and two tubes of cheap lube. ‘What the fuck are these for?’ I asked, kind of mortified that he was even suggesting we try safe sex. ‘Just for tonight, baby,’ he assured me. ‘I know what I’m doing…’ He started the car as I sat in a funk, my lap full of unopened rubbers. ‘Are we gonna poke them with pins and breed some unsuspecting bottoms,’ I eagerly asked. ‘Nope,’ he replied. ‘Oh I get it. We’re gonna start to safe fuck some slutty bottom and then work the rubbers off and stealth them?’ ‘Nuh uh,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘What the fuck! I’ve come too far to go back to rubbers now!’ He shook his head, smiling at me, and leading my hand to his hard cock. Fuck! It had been a very long time since he could get hard at even the though of a condom. He took a deep breath as we pulled into the garage next to the sex club. We found a spot, and he parked. As the engine halted, he turned to me and kissed me hard. ‘Tonight, we’re both gonna get as many guys to fuck us as we can. The filthier the better, you see, because we’re gonna make them all bag up.’ I smirked, knowing full well that some hot guys would refuse to use a condom at all. And I knew that some fuckers would remove the condom at the first opportunity. ‘We’re gonna play ‘safe’ tonight. I invited a group of friends to seek us out and fill those rubbers with their cum…’ My interest was piqued. ‘Go on…’ I pleaded. ‘The kinky part will come when we collect all of those full used rubbers… I have a plan for our holes…’ He kissed me hard, and reached for one of the boxes of condoms. My boy got out of the car as he unwrapped the plastic and shoved the condom wrappers in one long strip into his shorts. He didn’t look back at me. I followed him, copying his moves, and discarding the cardboard box, with a strip of 18 condoms trailing down my ass, shoved into my waist.

thanks for the info mate. That stealthing thing is pretty naughty not to say incredibly nasty! I bet many guys love it

I'm w/ bbbearlover1 -- more interracial -- one-in-one and especially groups of black (and latin, middle eastern) men sharing white holes. I have a sexy black buddy with 10 thick inches who plows me regularly and will occasionally surprise me by bringing over friends of his to fuck me -- he always fucks me first, and serves as the director guiding his brosef's when and how to jump in. I'd love to have a video of these hot scenes, but usually his friends are straight and married, so not an option. Maybe TIM could help me out :-)

The sling in SF is on my list.

That's so hot. Envious.

I miss Mack Folsom in San Francisco.

As a vers fag here, I have a fetish for guys that I perceive as mostly bottom. Example: from watching him take loads at the tubs or it could be a fuckbud that I know is mostly bottom. I get horned when I think about all the loads they've taken at the tubs etc, and all the junk that swims in their balls from taking loads. I love draining a pig bottoms ballsack deep in my guts and wondering what bugs he may have shot up in me. As a vers I find that while I fuck a pig bottom at the tubs, I bring up load swapping and often find him willing to fuck me after I shoot in him. It's hit or miss, some guys really are total bottoms. But when its a hit it is so hot to get fucked by a pig bottom. Anyone else share this weird fetish?

It's such a confusing question. Do you mean am I HIV negative? STD free? Did I clean out earlier? Or all of the above?

PART 11 Jammes whose dick was now harder than he had ever been before in his life looked at this white man toy. He yanked his uncut 10-inch dick out of Joel's ass in a tremendous pull collapsing Joel's gut rushing more pain to his nerve endings. Joel did a small gasp and stared at Jammes. Jammes waited for a bigger reaction but neither heard nor saw nothing. Jammes knew that this white man belonged to him and his brothers now--forever. Once more Jammes rammed his big leviathan directly into Joel but this time the entire length balls deep in one thrust. Nothing from Joel. Three more times Jammes removed his dick violently from Joel's ass and four more times rammed it back into him. Each time Joel made no reaction to the pain; he internalized all his physical sensations focusing on pleasing and satisfying this dark god of his new enlightenment. Jammes held himself fully inside Joel. Joel unclenched his teeth, opened his mouth, and pushed the gag out of his mouth. "Fuck me, now. Please, fuck me now. Fuck me and wreck my ass. Shoot that load of cum in me. Give me your seed. Mark me. Make it hurt; I won't cry out. Please, fuck me now." Joel pleaded with Jammes in both his words and with his eyes begging for the poz load of cum that would be given to him. Jammes listened and looked at Joel studying his new character and demeanour. None of the prior white men had ever made such a plea. None had ever pushed out the gag to plead for more. They had begged, offered bribes, threatened, cried, attempted to negotiate, and even become catatonic at this stage. Jammes was caught off guard. He didn't understand this situation. And, then, it dawned on him that even though all the other men had eventually accepted their fates and had admitted much, much later that Jammes had done what they secretly had wanted all along, this man had come not only to accept what was happening but fully embraced it and did so right now. Joel was on bended knees proverbially speaking begging for his freedom in toto and subjugating himself to Jammes. It was important now to make this as memorable as possible. Jammes slowly withdrew his dick until only the head was still inside Joel's ass. Jammes then equally as slow pushed back inside. He continued the slow piston motion of in and out watching Joel's face that showed how excited he was about what was happening. More and more Jammes fucked Joel. Joel was still experiencing pain but it was passing, and he had accepted the pain as a necessity that should be looked upon as a present for indeed it was a present. Joel's mind was in overload and everything that he thought he knew was being reassessed and his repressed feelings were pouring out helping him to cope and turn to a new life. He felt as if he had just been born. Jammes got in sync with the man in the sling. Joel began whispering words of encouragement as his hole was hammered. The piston action that Jammes had begun felt so good and when Jammes increased the tempo it felt even better. Joel's face glowed in contentment as reflected in how he urged Jammes on to finish and fuck his load of cum into his ass. The two matched each other in stepping up the tempo. The cycle of each wound the other tighter building up the climax that both knew was on its way. Jammes began now to pound and slam into Joel jarring him in the sling so hard that the chains rattled with each strike. Jammes was like a blacksmith's hammer striking out a solid beat on an anvil. Jammes realized that the furnace that he had his monster dick inside was a hot one indeed. More and more Jammes built up his speed and attacked the hole in front of him with the greatest of zest and zeal.

I have 3 loads deep in my ass! I was ass up face down lubed up and ready for the first one, 27 year old white guy, 9 " uncut dick! the second one was from a fwb, mix race, undetectable 8 " uncut dick! 3rd was a 22 year old guy who is into fucking and breeding older guys, 7" cut, slim and hairless belly who was totally horned knowing that he was sticking his raw dick in my cum filled ass. He came once in my ass and then my mouth when I was cleaning up his dick, he loved it that I would suck his dick after it was in my ass!

PART 9 Jammes looked down on his new toy after he had closed the window. "Hey, man. How you doing," he gently asked and smiled. Jammes took a good look now at his new toy so that his looks would be burned into his brain forever. What he saw was a white man about 5 feet 10 inches or so, maybe about 170 pounds, muscled from physical work, rough hands, blue eyes, medium brown hair, and bearded who was now so compliant and had surpassed his expectations. Jammes was very proud of and for this white man. He had started the night as they all had done using his straw to blow copious amounts of meth into each ass. But, now, this white man was at the edge and showing all signs of needing more. No, not a bad white piece of ass for being in his forties. Joel was sweating everywhere. His eyes were big though unseen. His hands grasped the chains attached to the wrist restraints. His body was wiggling and trying to slide down onto another dildo or anything that was handy--Joel didn't care what it was. He just had to have his ass filled "Please, don't stop. Please, don't stop," Joel begged quietly almost in tears. "Shove whatever you want in my ass. Just fill it. PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!" he cried plaintively in a hushed quivering voice as he pulled himself upwards with his hands. "Man, you sure are a horny one. You sure you want anything up your ass?" Jammes asked displaying great concern and sincerity on his face as he laughed inwardly. "Please, I'll take anything you want me to take," Joel eagerly said shaking his head in consent. "What if I said I was going to shove my big uncut 10-inch dick in your ass without using a condom. What if I said that?" Jammes feigned an incredulous tone. Joel's eyes became huge again and then returned to normal, "Agreed. Pleeeeeeeeease!" "I don't know. I mean, we've had some fun tonight. But, that sounds pretty risky, don't you think?" Jammes whispered delaying what he knew was going to happen. "I mean, I'd be running a risk of catching something from you if I did that." "Oh, no, nothing at all. I swear. I promise. I'm married. I'm a Mormon but came to Chicago for a wheat deal. You won't catch anything from me. I really promise that I've never done anything like this ever before," Joel rushed to say in his defense through the muffling effect of the hood. "Pleeeeeeeeeeease!?!?!?!" "Well, it's against my better judgement, but I guess you're okay. You sure you're married?" Jammes asked, and Joel vigorously shook his head yes. "Well, if you really want me to, I guess I can do that. Only thing is despite all the fun we've had you haven't made all that much noise. I hate noise and men screaming. If you scream, I'll have to stop and let you go. Uh, I guess you'd be okay if I shoved a gag in your mouth." Jammes had walked to the end of the sling as he had been speaking. Joel eagerly shook his head as Jammes reached down into his backpack pulling out an old cum-stained jockstrap which he balled up. Jammes went back to Joel's head and carefully removed the hood. He smiled down at Joel, then, reached over to Joel's open mouth and stuffed in the cum-stained jockstrap which Joel accepted without hesitation.

Spent the week in L.A., wish I could say I spent the whole time fucking but with recovering from a bad case of Ghonerrea... Good news is I healed up in time to get down over the weekend. Started off Friday right with a trip to Palm Springs. Stopped off at a Gold's gym in West Covina for that pre-desert pump, got a message on Scruff from some extra beefy 19 year old slut in the middle of my routine. His profile explicitly stated "No Sex" so I thought it was a joke when he invited me over out of the blue. But then he sent an enticing pic of him kneeling in a mirror showing off his meaty jockstrapped ass and harness. Workout over, address received. I get to his place, looks like he still lives at home. A bit nervous as I walk through the unlocked front door, house sounds empty except for a faint whirring sound coming from down the hall. I cautiously approach only to find the bitch on his knees in the middle of his room feverishly ramming his big smooth hole with a fairly substantial vibrator. As I step up behind him, quickly stripping down to my own jockstrap, he asks me to go slow as he removes the toy. I line my fat uncut cock up at his quivering well lubed hole, spit on him and laugh. "Bitch, I gotta get back on the road ASAP. I'm not taking anything slow," as I plunge into him with all my weight and angst from not having cum in a week. I make use of that harness and throw the boy around a bit as I fuck his hole extra deep from all angles. I turn him towards his mirrored closet so I can look him deep in the eye as I pound the stupid out of his young but clearly experienced pussy. He later tells me "believe it or not, it's my first time getting fucked," as I'm cleaning off to go. I tell you this bitch was definitely taking loads well before me. Either way in the moment all I knew is he was young dumb and ready for my cum. I was probably only in him five minutes before I was flooding his supple cheeks full of seed. And then I'm back on the road to PS. I was told I should check out CCBC's if I wanted to get fucked. As luck would have it I get there just in time for the sun to go over down over the mountain top. There goes my tan. So I resign to soak in the penis shaped hot tub after wandering the main lawn nude. I quickly realize I'm easily 30 years younger than anyone else there and that I may have wasted thirty dollars. I make some chit chat, relax a bit until it gets dark, then I go explore the grounds some more. At CCBC there is a whole series of semi enclosed walk ways behind each row of cabins. Some are barely lit and "cleverly" equipped for sex. Surprisingly my luck turned around down the first path I took when I encountered a shorter, quite muscular mid 40's dad type looking like he was on his way to the Y. We give each other the look and immediately I'm on my knees blowing him to hardness. He's feeling up my jockstrapped ass through my basketball shorts, fingering my hole, giving me the signal that he's ready to fuck. I flip around, lose my shorts and back up on his long veiny rod. Bracing myself a nearby palm tree, he wastes no time digging into my furry fuck chute, occasionally pulling out and kneeling down to eat me out and spit on my hole. At some point another guest at CCBC happened upon us. It was too dark and I was too preoccupied to make eye contact and he continued on his way. Later that night on Grindr he would hit me up saying how hot it was to see me getting pounded out in the open and how he would've liked to join in. ¡MISSED OPPORTUNITY! Anyway, YMCA DILF works my hole out good and proper and in no time blows a fat wad in me, pulling up on my jock straps like he's rearing a stud (well, I guess he was in a way...). With no viable candidates left, I leave to check in at a motel downtown to recharge. So much for relaxing, my Grindr and Scruff are blowing up. As with CCBC, most of this region of the desert is inhabited by a median 60+ age set. I have a daddy thing but I have my limits and for a moment I wasn't sure if I was going to happen on my type. But then three burly furry muscle guys hit me up almost simultaneously and I managed to schedule all three in a row. Daddy #1: pushing 50's, salt and pepper all over with a wicked sexy mustache, lean and ripped. He shows up to my motel first, undressing as soon as he walks through the unlocked door. I'm standing there in my jockstrap and he growls so low it makes my asshole twitch. I hop on the bed and immediately gobble on his quickly thickening python. I deep throat him sufficiently, he's moaning and telling me how he's going to make sure I'm well lubed up for the night I'm about to have. With that he flips me on my back and plunges deep into my eager hole. He's working up a sweat as he rams me mercilessly, my mouth open and tongue out eagerly lapping up what drops down on me as he pile drives my ass. He cums twice in the space of ten minutes, by the end he's thanking me and apologizing. In a daze I tell him it's I who should be thanking him as he slips out just in time for... Daddy #2: pushing 60, super handsome, toned and WICKED FURRY, this one was the most sensual fuck I've had in forever. He spent most of his time licking me all over and kneading out my knots. But at some point he turned into a total animal, flips me onto my stomach and starts plowing me like it's the last fuck of his life. We hit the poppers together and bliss out as the heat wave rushes him toward orgasm. He starts cumming and I can feel every pulse, I'm so turned on I cum too. At one point I think he's done as I've already ebbed but he just keeps pulsing. After a couple minutes I ask him if that was all one continuous orgasm and he confirms. "I don't fuck that often so mine tend to last a long time." I felt so full, wasn't sure if I was ready for... Daddy #3: early 40's old school Colt model/musclebear 'roid monster type, gorgeous furry torso with a face that has probably seen a boxing ring or two. I almost flaked on this one, his profile reeked of stolen Tumblr pics but I figured it was worth a shot. I drove to him, some mid-century modern beauty with high end cars in the parking lot. I'm not usually swayed by such luxury but I got a booshie boner over it all as the dude answered the door. He was everything his pics suggested and he was built how I like: shorter and wider than me. He leads me back to the guest bed, his husbear is sleeping in the master suite. He gets me naked and tells me how hot he thinks I am, my mind is blown because I normally do not get my hands on his type. He sucks me down deep as I'm feeling all over his hard body and his fuzzy muscle gut. He begs me to fuck him, how can I say no? I shove it up there real quick as he's huffing on some brown bottle, bent over the bed. I've already cum twice so I am getting nowhere but no one is complaining. Eventually I pull out and he tells me it's his turn. I lay back on the bed and he has no trouble getting up inside my well used hole. He's loving churning me up, the look on his face is priceless. My lil muscle gorilla gives it his all until he can't hold back any longer. He adds to the mix in glorious sweaty fashion, beating my chest like a wild beast. I cum again all over his meaty tits as he's tapering off and he collapses on me, making a total mess. What a Friday!

I've talked about my Daddy, Michael, who I met on craigslist some time ago. We've seen each other as much as possible, and almost every time he asked when he could come to one of my swim meets. I've always been too scared to suggest a specific date, because in doing so I would be crossing a line, as my parents always attend the swim meets, but finally I asked him come. So that Monday he sat all of ten feet away from my parents. I was so scared and so turned on at the same time. After the meet, I met my parents and Michael was standing in the hall. He came up to me and my parents and said "Good job, Jamie," and then he introduced himself to my parents, saying his son Tommy was a wrestler and he was waiting to pick him up. We said our goodbyes and my parents walked to their car, but I went with Michael, saying I would catch a ride home with Michael and Tommy. Michael's car was parked fairly close to that of my parents and I was still quite nervous, even red, not with anger, but with anxiety. When we arrived at his car I punched Michael on the arm saying "You almost gave me a heart attack." "Oh, what did you think I was going to tell them? That I'm Michael and I breed your son on a weekly basis," he replied. Once I calmed down I decided it had been a huge turn on. Now he knew my parents. "Let's go get a room so I can send you home to them with my load inside of your hole." We ended-up going to a sleazy motel and, as promised, he filled me with his cum, and then he dropped me off at my parents' house, so that night, as I sat at the dining room table having dinner with my parents, Michael's cum was dripping out of my ass.

Just got home from a hot hookup, and a hot 'straight' top. We've been talking on and off on Grindr for at least a month, with our schedules always conflicting, and me unable to host (common problem in these parts). Well tonight worked out:his girl and roommates were gone and I was nearby! I got to his place, and damn, he's much better looking in person and hot af. We immediately head to his bedroom and he drops his pants ... fuck, I love black and mixed dick. I started deep throating his gorgeous 8 inch, thick dick ... he after a few minutes grabbed my head and face fucked me. About 10 minutes later, alternating between sucking his dick and balls he said he needed to look at my ass. One look ... and he had me in doggy, spat on my hole, and shoved his dick in in one thrust. I was so turned on by his dominance that my tight hole opened just enough to let him slide in. I moaned like a cheap whore, begging him to own my ass. So much for safer only lol. He pounded my ass rough ... pulling my hair ... biting my back and neck ... choking me ... then grabbing my hips so I couldn't run. Ha ... as if. I started thrusting my ass back as he'd fuck me. About a total of 15 minutes in, he pulled real hard on my hair, smacked my ass ... and flooded my hole with a pretty massive load. I sucked him clean, and we agreed to definitely make this regular. I love being a cum slut bottom for a hot guy, letting him own my holes.

I love it. Nothing better then your top forcing his cock in your throat. I even love being soar the next day knowing I was used.. I have one red that gags me and cums past my gag spot. I just feel pulsating no cum taste but be is happy.. that's my job

1981V, this story is really fucking hot. Wish I was the bottom slut

I was a condom only guy until a bit over a month ago. I started having a lot (for me at least) of sex...and it was all bareback. And, I well admit, I sought out guys who claimed to be positive. Last Friday (36 hours ago) I tested poz myself. If you are a top, you will likely not have much of an issue, if, like me, you take a lot of men into your ass, sooner or later you will be infected with something..... Enjoy the sex. I found uninhibited raw fucking with poz guys to be incredible. I knew what would happen...and almost like clockwork it did. I think that anyone else doing the same thing, must assume that consequence as well

Was in naked hot yoga this afternoon and kept seeing the guy behind me throwing me a smirk and licking his lips. After class he walked up to me as I was walking to the locker room and he asked how many loads was stuffed in my hole because he was seeing them drip out while in downward dog. He smacked my ass and slipped a finger in and worked a few strokes. He licked the froth off his finger and walked to a shower stall. Of course I followed. 5 minutes later, I had another thick load in my gut and a new yoga buddy.

128 Just took multiple loads and feel them oozing out of me as I make my way home, so much cum inside of me I feel like I'm about to explode!! Met up with a couple of horny top guys in their mid 30's and they didn't waste anytime getting me naked and face down ass up on the corner of the bed, as the first guy, a smaller and skinnier guy with a decent 7in cut cock burying it deep inside me pumping away for a moment before stopping as the other guy who had a fat 8-8.5 cut cock moved behind us and I felt his cock head starting to push in as well, I took a nice big hit of poppers before he started to push inside me, feeling my ass stretch to accommodate those 2 cocks was amazing as the first guy started to fuck me..... eventually, they had both cum twice while double fucking me and again once more by themselves..... Once they finished I dressed and left as per their original instructions - "We want a slutty btm to come over let us fuck him and then once done just dress and leave right away" - so after quickly putting my shorts, shirt and shoes on, I grabbed my bag and by that time one of them was showering and the other was somewhere else in the house so I made my way out....I received a message about 30secs later to say thanks and we should do it again!! Of course anytime, I replied as I felt cum start to run down the back of my leg

Definetly more popper use. Also love it when a daddy has a boy on his back plowing him and the daddy's hands are wrapped around his ankles and the daddy pulls the boys foot in and starts sucking on his toes or bites the arch of his foot (this is my personal favorite a daddy does to me) More intense eye contact face to face while breeding. Dad son kissing. Intense passionate kissing. I'm a hopeless romantic

For a while I've been wondering what you get when you crossbreed a horse with a faggot boy - the answer seems to be: a pig. Well, genetics have always been a closed book to me in school, but seing how things work in the field, they somehow suddenly seem to make a lot of sense...LOL

Trex slowly pulled the half inflated butt plug out of me, leaving my hole gaping. Then, he walked over to the shelf, and picked up the baggie of Tina, and sorted through it until he found a shard about the size of his fingernail. Handing it to Dantrell, he said, “Here. Push this big shard just a little way into your piss slit, then shove your lubed up cock into Danny’s hole. That’s it. Keep going until you can feel the head of your dick up against his inner ring.” Dantrell followed Trex’s instructions, then said, “Okay.” Trey said, “You’re there, up against his inner ring ?” Dantrell said, “Yeh, I can feel it.” Then, Trex handed the bottle of poppers to me, and told me to take several hits. When he saw my face becoming really flushed, he told Dantrell to gradually push his cock head against my inner ring. “Whoa,” Dantrell said, as I let out a yelp, and Trex knew that Dantrell’s cock head had popped through. Continuing his instructions, Trex told Dantrell to push out a small stream of chem piss. When he did, he felt the big Tina shard shoot out of his piss slit, deep into my guts. Trex said, “Perfect. Now, let’s wait a few minutes for that to dissolve. In the mean time, go ahead and fuck him, but not too deep, yet. Oh, and hand the bubbler pipe to him, and make him take a couple of hits.” Then, Trex took the red plastic cups from the shelf and headed back into the kitchen. When he returned, he was juggling 3 cups, handing one to me, one to Dantrell, and saving one for himself. Dantrell said, “G ?” And, Trex replied, “You know it,” as all 3 of us drained the cups down our throats. Next, Trex told me to take several more hits of poppers, and he told Dantrell to push his cock deep inside my hole, again. “Push right through that inner ring,” Trex said. “Yeh, man, give him the entire length of your BBC. That’s what he needs.” At first, Dantrell kept his cock deep inside my hole, fucking in and out of my inner ring. Then, he switched to pulling his cock back farther, then punching it all the way back through my inner ring, with every thrust. “How does that feel,” Trex asked me ? “Fuck ME,” was my reply ! “That’s fucking incredible !” For more than a half hour, Trex kicked back, occasionally hitting the bubbler pipe, and watching Dantrell’s big long cock giving my hole a good workout. The Tina and the G had me flying high. I was obviously tweaked, and loving the intense fucking that my hole was getting. Soon, Trex blew out a huge white cloud and stood up. “Time for the big one,” he announced ! “Here, I know you’re going to need these,” he said as he handed the bottle of poppers to me. At the same time, he motioned for Dantrell to pull his cock out of my hole, which he did, very gradually, revealing inch after inch of his BBC, until it finally fell out of my gaping hole, and flopped around. I was lying back, my ass a few inches off the end of the sling, my feet in the stirrups, and my legs spread wide, an open invitation for Trex’s BBC. I watched Trex lubing up his thick monster cock, and as he approached my hole, I started snorting the poppers, moving the bottle back and forth, from one nostril to the other, each time taking a big hit, and holding my breath as long as I could, feeling my heart slam and my head pound, until I felt the head of Trex’s cock pushing into me. That was the easy part because his cock head was nowhere near the huge girth of his shaft. Even though my head was spun from all the Tina and G and poppers, I still let out a loud gasp when Trex started forcing his shaft inside of my hole. “Come on ! You want this BBC ? Push back against it ! Come on ! Take it ! Take it ! Trex continually coached me while taking a few steps forward, pushing me and the sling backwards, and increasing the pressure of his cock against my hole until the huge shaft suddenly broke through and the thighs of Trex’s black leather chaps made a loud slap against my ass. Sweat rolled down the sides of my face, and I could see thatTrex was sweating, too. Right now, he knew enough to stay very still, his monster thick cock completely buried in my hole, letting me relax and get used to it’s size. “Holy FUCK,” I yelled out ! “I wasn’t sure I could do it.” Trex told Dantrell to hand him a couple of paper towels. He handed one to me, and we both wiped the sweat from our faces. “Good job, Danny boy ! We need to celebrate.” He told Dantrell to reload the bubbler pipe. Then, he told him to hand the torch and the pipe to me, and ordered me to take several big hits. Next, while Trex was hitting the pipe, he could feel me moving my ass in the sling, fucking myself up and back an inch or two on Trex’s massive cock. Trex blew a huge cloud down toward my hole, then he grinned, knowing that his BBC was in charge, and that my hole wanted it, wanted it fucking me. Handing the bubbler pipe and the torch back to Dantrell, Trex told me to hit the poppers, again, and, as I did, Trex pulled his cock back about half way, then slowly shoved it all the way back in, again. I moaned loudly, and pushed my hips forward, signaling to Trex how fucking good it felt. Trex responded by pulling back most of the way, then slamming back in, in one quick motion. My entire body shuddered, and I yelled out, “OH, FUCK, YEH !” For the next 10 or 15 minutes, Trex kept pounding his BBC in and out of my hole, only occasionally stopping for a few seconds to let me hit the poppers. When, he felt like taking a break, he let Dantrell have a turn, marveling at how my ass was able to take Dantrell’s big long cock punch fucking my inner ring. Dantrell and Trex kept taking turns pounding the hell out of my insatiable ass, and pumping load after load of cum into me, only stopping long enough to fuck more shards deep inside my ass, to make me hit the pipe, and down a few more doses of G. The session ended up lasting about 36 hours, with all 3 of us feeling pretty well warn out. I had received 5 big loads of cum blasted deep inside my ass. Before I left, Trex shoved a large butt plug up my hole, and told me to keep it in for at least 24 hours, to be sure that I had completely absorbed all those chemmed up loads of cum.

My eyes were bulging, not just from the potent hot rail I had just snorted, but also from staring at this guy’s super thick cock, and wondering if I’d be able to handle that monster fucking my hole. He must have noticed that I was checking out his big cock because he said, “Wait’ll you see it fully hard.” I just said, “Oh, my god !” And, he laughed. “Don’t worry. In a few minutes you’ll be begging for it. By the way,” he said, “My name’s Trex, you know, like, ’T-Rex ?” “Glad to meet you. I’m Daniel.” Trex walked over to the closet, and unlocked two padlocks, then slid open the door. Inside, there were a couple of steel filing cabinets that were placed side by side, both of them padlocked, as well. After unlocking one of them, he slid open the top drawer and took out a bubbler, a torch, and a very large baggie. Damn ! Was that two 8-balls, or three, or more ! He carefully loaded the pipe, then handed the torch, a lighter, and the pipe to me, telling me, “Here. Work on this for a minute while I get some other things ready. We need to get your hole stretched out a little before I go in there.” I flicked the lighter and lit the torch, then placed the lighter on one of the shelves that was conveniently built into the wall, within easy reach from the sling. As I applied the torch to the bowl, I watched the shards quickly melt into a puddle. Then, I pulled the torch away, and rolled the bowl back and forth, letting the liquid Tina coat most of the inside surface of the bowl. All the while, I tried to keep one eye on Trex, curious to see what was going to happen next. I moved the torch under the bowl, and watched the Tina quickly start to swirl as I continuously rolled the bowl back and forth and moved the torch away, then back under it again, while slowly sucking the clouds down into the bong water, then up the short glass rod, and deep into my lungs, before cutting off the torch and blowing out a huge white cloud. Holy fuck ! I could easily tell that there was a world of difference between this high powered Tina and the stuff I was used to doing. Just this one hit (along with the hot rail I had done) had my heart pounding, and I felt like I was ready for anything. While I leaned over and placed the bubbler and the torch onto the shelf, Trex was unlocking another file cabinet drawer. He rummaged around for a minute, then pulled out what looked like an average size black dildo. He also had a bottle of poppers and a bottle of lube. “Let’s get you opened up a little before I fuck you,” he said. Man, that sounded good to me, considering the girth of that BBC that was slapping against his leather chaps with each step he took. What I thought was a dildo, turned out to be an inflatable butt plug, in its deflated state. As Trex gave the rubber bulb numerous squeezes, he informed me that the butt plug was 8” long by 6” around, and that it would inflate to a maximum of 9” long and 10” around. He must have seen the doubtful look on my face as I stared at the butt plug, which was now fully inflated. “Calm down,” he said. “We won’t be going that big………….unless you want to.” With that, he hit the release valve, and the butt plug quickly returned to its original size. “Okay, Danny boy; let’s try this out,” Trex said. “But, first, let’s get you flying a little higher.” He fired up the torch and handed it to me, along with the bubbler. In just a few seconds, Trex had the butt plug lubed up, and he was working two, then three, lubed fingers in and out of my hole. When he nodded his head, I started sucking the potent clouds into my lungs, as the bong bubbled wildly. At the exact same moment that I blew out a huge cloud, Trex steadily shoved the 8 by 6 butt plug all the way into my hole. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” was all I could say, as the Tina rushed into my brain, and my hole spasmed, from the incredible sensation of the butt plug that Trex had just jammed into me. “Just go with it,” he told me. I closed my eyes, and repeatedly let my head loll over to one side, then back again. When I opened my eyes, Trex had a big grin on his face. “Good boy,” he said. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I kept moaning, as I flew ever higher. Handing the bottle of poppers to me, Trex told me to take a couple of big hits. After the first hit, I could hear a whoosh, whooshing sound, and realized that he had started squeezing the rubber bulb, inflating the butt plug that was already filling my hole. In my ears, I could feel my heart beating even more rapidly , and my chest and head flushed, feeling the hit of poppers making my head swim. “Again,” he said. “Take another hit. That’s it. Good boy.” Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

---continue--- Life’s been hectic for a few days and forgot about the app. Me and my bf were messaging back and forth on a day he was bored at work but couldn’t get away and I was home alone. I was horny so thought I’d check the app. I logged on and had a few messages, one being from my very own bf. BF: So, I see you are on here. Shit, he saw me on here. Why didn't he say anything and waited for a reply here? Me: Just chatting to people and such, say’s right in my profile hun. You? I asked him wondering what he’ll say, wasn't long before he did message me back on the app BF: The same, interesting people on here. Me: defiantly, keep having to block people wanting to hookup only. BF: I hear you, back to texting babe. With that he resumed sending just text messages about whatever we were talking about. I checked other messages, mostly from other people I did just chat with. Caught up with them when I noticed I was growing hard. I knew my bf wouldn't be out of work for several hours. I decided to contact that guy again. Me: Hey. The guy: Hey, how are you feeling? Me: Pretty good, but bored. You? The guy: Horny as fuck. Me: Cum over. I need cum in me now. The guy: Sure thing stud. Be there in 15 minutes. With that he went offline; I kept texting my bf while I got ready. I unlocked my door, cleaned out, took my clothes off. I was lying in my bed when the guy came in. Surprising he brought two new guys with. I put my phone down ignoring my bf for the now 3 cocks that were going to go inside of me. Each guy got dressed and slowly jacked off while I went and got face down in my bed. The guy who’s fucked me before teased my hole with his cock head. I started to moan and wanted to remember this moment for some reason. Me: Hey, mind if we video this with my camera? *I point to my webcam on the desk* The guy: Do what the cheating slut asks. *one of the guys turns it on* The guy: for your boyfriend slut? the guy asked as he slid his cock in me/ Me: When the time is right. Yeah, fuck me. And that’s all that was said for over an hour and a half with the exception of moaning and grunting. Each guy must have blown two loads in me each. I only knew of the one guy’s status. One of the guys mounted me for one last amazing fuck. He was going slower than he did the other few times and more verbal which then I found out his status too. Guy: Yeah take it pig. Me: mmhmm. Guy: Take my toxic nut to your boyfriend. *he slams into me* Me: fuck yeah! Guy: Will you share my poz cum with your bitch?! *he starts fucking faster* Me: FUCK YES! *he’s going balls deep with what I just can only imagine is a beer can thick 9” cock* Me: HE’LL ACCEPT YOUR GIFT THROUGH ME! Guy: HERE’S MY TOXIC SEED SLUT!!! He again came inside of me. He slowly moved his dick out of my cummy hole. He then goes and fingers me a few times, lightly scratching the walls of my ass. I felt helpless laying in a pool of my sweat enjoying the glow from an amazing fuck session. Soon, he stopped and got dressed. He left shortly after with the rest of them. I still haven’t cum and went back to my phone. A few messages from my bf where there and I told him I ran out of juice and didn't notice till a while ago. He bought it. I asked what his evening plans were, he said just chilling at home playing games. I suggested we go out to eat to a nice restaurant and get a motel room for the night. He liked the idea so I went to book it. He sent me a text to forget the condoms. Pfft, like I was going to bring them. I then remembered something while getting off my now sweat drenched bed. I went to my computer, smiled to the camera; and then stopped the recording. I got out my butt plug and put it in its right place before I went to my shower to get cleaned off for the night. =====that’s it===== I'm very busy so don't expect another chapter soon. I have a few other ideas’ I want to write. This probably wasn't the best chapter. Oh well. : P

Part 3.1: Where it Began - Induction as a Slampig and Cumdump Part 1 I remember Ricky in his tight jeans and giant, sculpted body towering over me in his living room. In his ripe forties, he was tan with a few wrinkles, spiky gelled hair, and a goatee. He didn’t smile much. He licked his lips a lot, and I wasn’t sure at the time if it was just a habit or if he was hungry for pussy. I would realize soon it was the latter. For me, he was the human embodiment of sex. Ricky’s living room was truly gigantic, with a plasma screen TV and couches arranged in a maze in between with little glass coffee tables in each alcove. A crew of middle-aged men sat in the living room couch maze. All of them were wearing jeans, boots, and tight black T-shirts, like they were members of a cult. Some of them wore ski masks, which I later discovered was a sign they were Ricky’s employees. Human traffickers, if you will, but it doesn’t carry the connotation of kidnapping. These men found slutty boys who live alone and brought them back here and promise a good piggy time but instead, we were made into “house boys.” In other words, we were pampered sex slaves. All of the men were looking at me and talking about me. I was confused, having just left the baths to this place. It wasn’t even midnight yet. Naïve and young, I had no clue what was about to happen. I was told I wasn’t allowed to wear clothes. I had to change out of my jeans and boxer briefs into a dirty white jockstrap. Then, a masked man brought out a line of four other boys wearing nothing but white jockstraps. None of them were older than 21 or 22. They weren’t restrained, but they made no effort to resist. One of them was extremely tall, perhaps 6’2”, muscular, and a total jock named Adam. He was almost as tall as the intimidating men sitting around. He had a boyish face and was celebrity handsome. He carried a metal lockbox. Second tallest was about 5’9”, a tan, blond surfer boy with a swimmer’s body named Joey. He had a perfect six pack. The last two were small, slim boys who didn’t look a day over 15 even though they were actually 18 . One was latino with a Mohawk named Julio. The last one was Benny, a fair-skinned boy with curly brown hair and a giant bubble butt. All of them looked stern and professional, with the exception of Benny. The boys’ eyes lingered on me for a second, but their attention was fixated on the box in Adam’s hands. “These are your new brothers, boy. Meet Adam, Joey, Julio, and Benny. Boys, meet Kevin, the newest member of our family,” Ricky said, gesturing at me. The men cheered. For the first time, I was realizing that this was no game. This was no “night of fun”, it was a new life, and I had no choice. “No, no, no,” I begged. “I can’t – I have work on Monday, I-I..” The men roared with laughter. “No,” Ricky said. “From now on, you will work everyday. At your new job.” The older men started getting festive, laughing and sharing beers. Ricky beckoned Adam over, and the boy placed the box carefully on one of the coffee tables. Shooting me a quick, lustful glance, Ricky proceeded to flick the lid open. He pulled out bags of crushed white crystals on his coffee table, a cut straw, a neat rack of syringes, a coffee straw, a glass pipe, a brown bottle, and a blue bottle. As much as I was scared, my eyes were instantly attracted to the items on the table. “You don’t know you want it yet, boy. But you’re gonna love being my whore. Boys! I have an announcement!” Ricky boomed, and the room fell silent. “In honor of our new boy, we will follow the traditions of this house and initiate our new lil’ chempig. Now... Kevin, if you know what’s good for you, you’re going to make the most of what’s on that table right now.” I looked up into Ricky’s eyes. He ran his rough palm down my face. I worshipped him. “Babe, I want you to have a good time, alright? You have a beautiful pink little pussy, and all these handsome hunks wanna be the baby daddy.” My eyes grew in fear. “Don’t worry – none of them are poz. I know that’s too much for you to handle all in one day, but once they’re done with you, you’ll think of your flesh in a new way. This fuckhole?” A finger slides across the opening of my ass. “This fuckhole’s what you’re worth as a human being. No... you’re less than a human being. That’s something your new brothers will teach you. This fuckhole is what you ARE.” Ricky looked at me affectionately, and then he suddenly spat harshly on my face. The initiation began with crystal meth. The other houseboys served hors d’oeuvres, poppers, packed pizzo pipes, and scotch to the men. These boys knew their place, and the men were familiar with them, saying degrading things to the boys and addressing them by their names as they groped them. I didn’t have to serve the men yet. My job was to get fucked up and get fucked. We started with the booty bump. A masked man, clearly used to this by now, dipped his middle finger into a can of lube and one of the bags of crystals. It resurfaced with shiny shards stuck to it. Then, he slowly, intimately worked his fingers into my hole. Rough, thick fingers usually hurt enough by themselves, but this time I felt a burn in my rectum. It felt inflamed and torn. “Ahh! It hurts! I gasped. The other men paid no heed to my complaints and wasted no time. I was already their prey. Crystal meth was in my system and it was a matter of seconds before the rush hit me. One each grabbed my legs and spread them apart as the masked man booty bumped my hole with small doses continuously. Another masked man (this one giantly muscular with tattoos all over his forearms) gently placed the glass pipe against my lips. This was an especially large pizzo pipe; it was the width of a cock, and the bowl was huge. “Put your mouth on it like it’s a dick, bitch!” And I obeyed. They twisted the pipe so that the hole faced upwards, and crystals poured from the straw into the bowl. It sounded like sand being poured into a jar. I was helpless with two men pulling my legs apart by the ankles as far as they could and one drilling T into my hole. The large masked man clutched my throat and chin as I held up the pipe with my lips. My body was spread like a deer ready to be eaten by wolves. The fingering stopped. The man booty bumping me was now preparing a needleless syringe with more crystals and water. The drugs had hit me a little. I felt a faint ringing in my ears and a wild COCK HUNGER like I have never felt in my life. Suddenly, staying here and being a houseboy wasn’t a bad idea. Ricky would later show me how I would achieve enlightenment every time I got fucked up to get fucked, but this was my first time I thought: I’m a fucking chempig, a slut lower and trashier than any kind of slut, and it took me so long to realize my calling! How arrogant I was to ever think I was anything more than just an object for sex! Now only three men were playing with me, and there were many, many more at the party. Clearly, today was a day Ricky expected to initiate a new whore. Adam, the jock, was drinking a beer in his glorious nudity while the men around them sipped their scotches, smoked their cigars, and felt his body. One of the plumper and well-endowed men was licking Julio’s nipples while fingering him in the ass. The men seemed to have an inevitable soft spot for Benny, and they were casually flirting with him as he sat in Ricky’s lap. No matter what, he was the youngest. Who knew if he was even legal? Ricky would kiss him passionately, slurp his mouth with his tongue. One of the men rolled a joint just for Benny to enjoy. Houseboys weren’t allowed any attachments, but the men sure made love to Benny. But Joey... Joey the surfer is what I aspired to be. The oldest man at the party, a grey fox in his fifties, had licked Joey’s sweet clean pussy until it juiced. Meanwhile, Joey had three blunts in his mouth at a time. If he tried to breathe, one man held a brown bottle under one of his nostrils and clamped the other while another kept his head down to take all the smoke. Joey’s silky blond hair bounced up and down, framing his blissful angelic face. His eyes were closed, focusing on taking the heavy smoke and the poppers at once. All three blunts were on fire, so he wasn’t going easy on himself. This experience was difficult for the Caliboy jock without crystal, but during initiation, only the new boy is allowed the crystal. This is to ensure that the new slut gets completely hooked and dependent, becoming a 100% uninhibited, no-holes-barred chem slave. That’s why he had to be as high as possible and practically half-brain dead from poppers before the grey daddy and a 30-year-old sadistic stripper simultaneously squeezed their thick cocks into his ass. Did Joey scream? Hell yeah he did. Not once did he loosen his grip on the blunts but a guttural yelp echoed across the living room as the two dirty men mercilessly began fucking the living daylights out of the 19-year-old boy. Why did the men treat him differently from the others? Because he was a resilient, unbreakable slut, one who never held back and took anything anyone gave him with pleasure. When Joey spread his legs, he detached himself from reality in that moment and lived for the cock. If it hurt him, he blamed himself and took it anyway, because he’d sooner die before he ruined the pleasure of the men fucking his body in half. The man readied the booty bump, inserting the tip of the needleless syringe into my hole. Meanwhile, a large lighter was lit beneath the bowl of the pipe. He tilted the pipe back and forth a little until potent clouds started swirling around in the bowl. “Suck. Slowly,” he instructed. I obeyed, feeling the ice fill my lungs as a warm liquid filled my ass. He pulled the pipe away and took a hit myself while I held the smoke in my lungs. Little did I realize the other men were smoking as well and before I could exhale, one of the masked men put his mouth to mine and flooded me with more T. Another shot of hot water in my ass. I could feel it start to burn, with the inflammation spreading through my veins. As I felt the head spread over my body from my chest and my ass, I was filled with a wild, insatiable cock hunger. “OHHH! FUCK I’M GONNA CUM IN YOUR ASS!” the grey fox across the couch hollered as he filled Joey’s baby-maker. This turned on the muscular stripper beneath him so much he came with a series of grunts too. “TAKE MY VIRUS, SLUT!” As he pulled out, Joey cum-farted a thick bubbly white stream right out of his ass. I envied him. I wanted the men around me to fuck me like that, but I wasn’t done. While the men continued blowing clouds above me, Ricky walked over, a filled syringe in hand. Inhibitions completely down, I spread my arms, knowing what was about to happen to me. I had surrendered my fate as Ricky’s boy. Ricky would make sure I was flying in pig heaven before I was even allowed to touch a cock. That way I’ll be so outrageously horny I won’t be able to complain when the big strong daddies around me laid siege on my pussy and throat. Six big men held me spread eagle on the couch. One man each held one of my ankles, pulling my legs far apart to expose my pighole. Another was holding the pipe to my mouth and torching it repeatedly, instructing me on when to suck. A fourth held another booty bump to my pretty pink hole, and two men held down my arms. One of them tied a tourniquet around my bicep, making the blood rush to my arm. I had completely surrendered my freedom, unable to even breathe a complaint with the pipe firmly planted between my lips. Ricky swabbed my arm with alcohol, revealing the plump vein on my elbow. With ease, he pinpointed the vein and carefully slid the needle in like a doctor. The entire time, his cold black eyes looked into mine. “Yeah, get this little cumdump ready for use,” one of the masked men said. Ricky pulled back a little, releasing a tinge of red into the point. As he inserted the remaining contents slowly, injecting my throbbing vein with the devil’s drug, the man operating my drugged up hole squirted the booty bump into my ass, and the man holding the pipe to my mouth instructed me to suck. A chill coursed through my body as goosebumps flared all over my arms. Inside, though, fire was coming from all directions: my mouth, my ass, my chest, and my arm. An unreal rush flushed through my entire being, and I felt a strange taste in my throat. One of the men released the tourniquet, and all of it bubbled and erupted into an insane coughing fit. Smoke billowed out of me in puffs. I thought I would die there, unable to breathe and overwhelmed my coughs. I felt the need to get up and tried to squirm my way into a standing position, but my captors got rough and forced me down. “Hey, where do you think you’re going, bitch?” one of them yelled, pulling my hair. “Give him some GHB to wash down the cough,” another one sneered, and they offered me a bottle of coke. I gulped it down hungrily. It tasted terrible, but my body felt warm and soft. By now, I was floating. I had entered a new dimension, where the whole world became a sex dungeon. These men were gods, and the other boys and I were lower than slaves for their entertainment. This was the true order of things. My pupils dilated and my ears started ringing. I reveled in the feeling of being on top of the world, like I could do anything and take cock nonstop for eternity, but I must have fainted or blacked out instantly after that. When I phased in, I felt an unbelievable pleasure ripping through me between my legs and a thick pole in my mouth that made it hard to breathe. I opened my eyes and just saw two eyes through a ski mask looking down on me. Still fully clothed, only with his 9” babymaker out of his jeans, he rammed my slampig hole like he was trying to fuck me in half.

Part 3: Three Generations I remember the first time I met Ricky. I was only a few months into eighteen and overwhelmed with the freedom of being able to drive and it didn’t take long before I started meeting guys on bbrt and A4A. Having lost my virginity not too long ago and greatly inexperienced, I was at first reluctant to meet many men online. I guess I was a good high school boy. I did, however, exclusively fuck raw. I knew of the dangers, which were beaten into me in sex ed, but from the moment I touched my first cock, I knew. Was I scared of getting HIV and diseases? Of course, but over time I realized what I loved so much about bareback sex and getting creamed: my hole was made to pleasure a man’s dick, and soon my hole became my identity. When a guy knocks me up, I feel alive, the same way being in love makes other people feel alive. In that moment, he was fucking my hole, which gave him pleasure he couldn’t get from his hand, boyfriend, wife, whatever. When a guy seeds me, he marks me – it’s only natural. The more cum I received in my cunt, the more I became addicted to sex. I soon realized the intimacy I felt when creamed wasn’t because of the connection it consummated between me and the horny guy who’s getting his rocks off. It’s the connection between man and hole. It wasn’t long before I discovered the bathhouses. I would always get fucked there for two hours or so but run out of stamina. It was then when I met Ricky in the steam room, and he knew I had potential from the moment he laid eyes on me. He promised me if I went home with him and a few of his buddies, he’d show me a more fun time than I would even have at the baths. There was no talk or debate over who would take my ass next. I was free for the taking, and everyone knew they would get their turn sooner or later, even seconds if they paid Ricky another five bucks. A skinny old man, must’ve been around 60 years old, lined up to my ass. He might have been a stud at some point, but he certainly was no longer. He had what could have been a handsome face, but with his thinning gray hair, heavy mustache, light beard, and rotting teeth, you could tell crystal meth and AIDS had gotten the better of him. Maybe I’d turn out like him someday, or maybe I’ll be dead first. With the way Ricky was making me work overtime, I’d be lucky to have a decade left. “Tom here is one of my most loyal customers,” Ricky said. “I give him a special member’s discount. Since Tom is a big crystal supplier, he gets you for free. Whenever he wants.” “Mmf,” I moaned in acknowledgement as the gray daddy was still fucking my throat. I couldn’t even see Ricky with his hairy balls suffocating me and blocking my view. My jaw was already in pain from sucking the daddy’s dick. A well of saliva gathered in the back of my throat. I was unable to swallow with daddy’s fat dick penetrating my throat three thrusts a second. While daddy fucked my face as it hung lifelessly off the side of the sling, Ricky knelt next to me and whispered, “Oh, and he’s got a viral load like you’ve never imagined. You know why I’m gonna let this old perv knock up your pretty twink pussy?” “Mmmmf.” “Because I own that pussy. And I own you, the useless piece of flesh attached to it. With this, you’ll understand... that I can do anything to you.” More laughter and cheers at Ricky’s declaration of ownership. Tom smelled like a mixture of piss, ball sweat, weed, and cheap cigarettes. He smelled like a homeless man who hasn’t showered in days. I heard him unzip his baggy denim shorts, which dropped to the ground, and the tip of his dick tickled my ass, now heavily lubed with cum cocktail. “Mmmm, so smooth,” he said. His voice was soft, creepy, wanting, horny... the kind of voice you’d expect a dirty old man who feels you up in a bathhouse would have. He moved his coarse hands over my feet and down to my smooth, flexed calves. His dick entered. His head wasn’t as thick as Jeremy’s, but it was so warm. My ass now had a light burn from Jeremy’s abuse, but it was loosened and easily swallowed Tom’s dick. And my meth high rocked me once more as I felt the indescribable pleasure strike through my body. My eyes rolled back into their sockets and I teared up. It was my body’s only way to react to the sheer pleasure as Tom’s dick kept sliding into me slowly. It didn’t seem to end. His dick wasn’t thick, but it made up for it in length. It must’ve been at least 9 inches. The head of his dick must have passed the end of my rectum and gone into my intestinal tract, because it felt like his dick was bisecting my body. He hit a spot that hurt, and it kept going even further. It went so deep it felt like it was hitting my heart. I wanted desperately to see the dick go inside me, but the grey daddy’s dick was still in my mouth. At this point, I knew why Ricky didn’t let me eat after lunch; I would’ve thrown it all up by now with the way these men were using my holes as if I didn’t have feeling in my body. I had gagged so much, thick wads of spit erupted from my mouth onto my face every time even a pocket of air appeared between my mouth and daddy’s dick. His balls were covered in my spit too, as they would drip down onto my nose as he plowed my upside-down face. When he pulled his dick out to allow me a few quick breaths, I could feel it hot and sticky on my face. Tom started to thrust. “Unh, haven’t cum in six days boy, I’m gonna make you overflow with my seed.” My head was spinning. My body was on fire, my heart racing from the high. When I closed my eyes, I felt like I was on a rollercoaster, all the time with big cock filling me from both ends. I could feel my whole body. Every part of me tried to open wider to take more. My feet flexed, unable to cope with the pleasure of the warm, sticky manhood violating my flesh. My legs tried to spread wider open, my arms reached out and I felt dick. However, I was too high and wired to even focus on jacking them off. With the way my body was rocking and how I was trying to desperately breathe, suck dick, relax my jaw, and focus on the cock bruising my insides, I couldn’t even begin to do anything else. Tom’s pace quickened, and he moaned as I moaned. The sling was swinging back and forth. Whenever my pussy pulled away from one cock, the other cock would hit my throat, and I would gag. Whenever the cock in my mouth pulled out just to the head, I got half a breath, and got impaled on the python fucking my ass. Gramps, the patriarch, fucks the pussy, impregnating the sacred hole where the sperm nests and his virus and perv DNA can grow inside of me, feed off of me, and be loved and nurtured by me. Meanwhile, Dad, the discipliner, takes the helm and fucks my mouth to make sure his boy is filled to the brim with dick. Slosh, slosh, slosh, goes my ass as Gramps’ balls smack my ass. “Grrarg, uurg, mmmf!” I gag as Dad’s dick mercilessly plows my numb face. On one side, cum squeezes out of my ass and trickles down my crack as Tom’s manhood churns the butter. On the other, the spit flies out of my mouth as the grey daddy digs for oil. In between is me, too high to even remember how I got there, how I ended up between these two pieces of meat that my whole existence revolved around. “Cream that slut boy with your dirty old spunk! I bet it’s thick, creamy, and yellow like spoiled milk!” cheered Jeremy, the bald man in the polo who fucked me first. The other men, always spurred on by his words of encouragement, cheered Tom on too. Their voices pulled me out of my abyss of cock hunger and I remembered where I was. I remembered there were 11 unserviced cocks in the room sand that I was nowhere even close to being done. I remembered I meant nothing to these two men who fed their cocks to me and, due to my complete inebriation, meant the world to me. I didn’t know how long they’d been fucking me (ten minutes? an hour?) but Jeremy put me back in my place. These men would cum inside me, wipe their dicks off with my body, and go back to their lives, whatever that might be. Ricky would probably go back to his drug dump of an apartment and smoke more T and Tom would probably sneak into bed with his wife, and they wouldn’t spare me a second thought until the next time they wanted to fuck me again. “Yeah, FUCK that ass! Come on!” “Give that cumrag his death sentence! That’s his master’s wish!” “Degrade him!” “FUCK HIM!” “Man, hope he’s not all loose and shit once it’s my turn!” “Oh man, Rick. Sure he’s not for sale?” “Has he passed out already?” “Who cares? Keep fucking him!” “SHRED THAT CUNT! YEAH, MAN!” “Wow, that’s hot! CREAM THAT SLUT!” “Yeah, right in that dirty, cum-filled pussy!” “I think our toy has deserved a little booty bump after this tag team, dontcha think?” My heart jittered with excitement. Even though all Jeremy did was remind me I was trash, I had to thank him. Reminded of my purpose, I was suddenly filled with motivation and tightened me ass and my wrapped my lips tight around daddy’s shaft. “Ohhhh!!!” Daddy pulled out and spewed two thick shots of cum on my face, mixing with my spit to create a thick white mask that almost completely covered my face. It got into my eyes, which stung like a bitch. Just now I realized my eyes were bulging open the entire time. I reminded myself I was going to get even higher, and soon I’ll be too fucked up to even feel pain. Two cold hands on my chest. Those rough hands belonged to Tom. I looked into him, his black, dilated eyes looking back into mine. With that, he roared like he was going into battle. I normally don’t feel a guy shoot in me, but I felt something go deeper inside me than I had felt in ages. Tom’s AIDS stick fucked my stomach and trembled violently for a full twenty seconds. I felt not one, not two, but six powerful, thick, squirts of that toxic spoiled milk shoot far past his nine inches and strike a part of me so deep it definitely had reached far beyond my ass canal. It instantly gave me a cramp. “OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! FUUUUCK!!” Tom moaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. “FUCK YEAH” “FUCK, THAT WAS HOT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “POZ THAT WHORE!” “WOOOO!!!!” A chorus of cheers burst among the men. I knew I wouldn’t have to get tested. I had just got bred with a full carton of the most potent, thick, creamy, and dirty cum of my life. Continued in Part 4

Part 2: The Predators Start the Feast You might think Ricky doesn’t give a shit about his boys, but in truth, he loves them. That’s why he always fucks his boys last after everyone else has gotten their turn, impregnating the wasted body he owns. He kisses me like a romantic lover, protects me like a father, and fucks me like a master. But business is business; he’s a dealer in holes and the customer is always right. And he makes sure his property knows his place. He walks over to me slowly, and the men part around me. My moaning slows to a hurried pant, and I slowly realize from my daze that Ricky is approaching me. He gently pulls me to him by the throat, and I look up into his dark, loveless eyes. My mouth hangs open, my eyes wide with fear and excitement. His square jaw, sharp, dark features, and deep frown glares back down at me. Bending down to meet my lips with his, he pours the bong smoke into me. It’s still so thick that I cough instantly, my lungs not fully recovered from the monster hit I just took. I was getting worried about how high I was getting, now not fully able to walk and my body feeling too relaxed and tired. I was still outrageously horny, thirsting for more hands, more tongue, and some cock... but I also wouldn’t have minded just falling asleep in the sling. “Yo Buster, come give this boy some uppers,” Ricky said, still holding me. I leaned in on him. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, and I rested my face against his hairy chest. Two large hands with thick fingers clutched my ribs and glided down to my ass, where his grip tightened. And then I felt beard on my crack and just the cold tip of a tongue tickle my hole. I moaned as my arms and torso crawled with goosebumps from sheer pleasure. Buster was a large black man, about the same size as John. He had a stern, unsmiling face, nipple piercings, and wore a leather harness. He was the real deal. Ricky turned me over to him. Buster took off my wifebeater and wrapped my left arm with a tourniquet. My heart raced as I felt my arm tighten. The guy rimming me stopped and guided me to a small stool. I sat down slowly. Just now, I realized that the men in the room had closed in on me a little. The jock handed Buster a syringe. “All loaded. Trust me, there’s enough T in that to keep the little bitch awake all night and maybe all of tomorrow night too,” the jock said, chuckling. Buster tapped the needle and gave it a small pump. My hole twitched. Alcohol. Cotton ball. “Make a fist.” I have a huge, plump vein running all down my left forearm that bulged when the alcohol smoothed its way over. Buster aimed the needle straight into it, pressing it just enough to get a bit of blood swirling back into the point to make sure he struck gold. I was now fully awake, my heart about to beat out of my chest. The moment before the slam never stops getting exciting. My eyes were fixated on the point and his movement. Buster pressed down and slowly released the chemical solution into my blood. Once it was cleared, he unbuckled the tourniquet, which snapped off instantly. The blood went straight to my face and the chemical taste hit my throat as well as a coughing fit as harsh as the one from the bong. Wow. I was truly in heaven while in hell. Everything, everything in the whole world and all of the parts of my being condensed and was swallowed into a tight black hole between my legs. I felt incredible as I felt the devil’s energy rush through me and I quickly climbed into the sling, spread my legs as wide as I could, thrust my head back and unleashed a huge sigh of relief. My legs and smooth body suddenly looked incredibly sexy to myself, and the men around me were handsome hunks that exuded a musk of intense sexual desire, ruthlessness, and sadism. Each and every one of them wanted to breed me, letting their warm seed churn inside me and maybe even impregnate me with a virus. I wanted to offer my pure, youthful body to the degrading ritual about to befall me. “Look. At. That. Boy!” one of the men groaned, unzipping his pants. “Should we give him a booty bump before we start? I just love seeing this slut get FUCKED up! Look at him squirm trying to get his legs into the stirrups!” “Nah, we don’t want him to overdose.” “The fuck do you care?” “You break it, you buy it,” Ricky said calmly. “Do whatever you want to him, but if anything happens to my hustler, you’re all gonna owe me a lot more than $20.” I was all the more turned on knowing what I was worth. $20 barely covered the drugs. My holes were being rented out for much less. The men put down the pipes and the bong. They were ready to get the party started. I heard a collective sound of zippers from all directions. The stench of their cocks and balls filled the room. Some were well-trimmed, others were hairy. Some were quite small, others were as big as Billy Glide’s meat. My heart beat as fast as a racehorse in anticipation of my first cock. Incredible how meth can make even your resting heart rate this high. The guy who called dibs on me earlier was short (maybe 5’5”), stocky, bald, and wore a tight polo around his muscular body. He looked like he’d be one of the funny guys at the office, and I recognized his voice as one of the more verbal ones talking dirty about me to the other guys while I was getting fucked up and groped. His cock was average size, very well-shaped, and clean-looking, a good one to loosen my hole up and keep it warm for the others. He grabbed my ankles and lifted them onto the stirrups. The sling was actually very wide and my legs strained to be spread so far apart. He rubbed a few drops of lube on his dick and around my hole. My hole was being stretched too, and I could feel a cold breeze against the opening. “Mmmm, bon appetit,” he said as he pressed his mushroom head against my sticky ass. The pink lining of my ass instantly expanded and swallowed his meat as I felt an indescribable pleasure strike through my body. Then, he slammed his dick into my body and I felt it stab through my guts. I yelped and my body instinctively bucked, but I was held in place by the sling. And then, I could only feel pleasure as every single nerve in my body became its own sweet spot, and I begged for him to keep fucking me. “YES!” he yelled triumphantly as his balls hit my ass and the tip of his dick struck the deepest corner of my rectum it could reach. He sounded kind of like an avid fan screaming when his team scores a goal. The other men hooted, woofed, and cheered him on. The guys were now relaxing while jacking their dicks. Some of them lit up cigarettes and smoked while they watched the guy fuck me. “How does that hole feel, man?” “Aw man,” the guy fucking me groaned, pulling back out and this time gently thrusting into me, savoring the friction between his cock and the insides of my pussy. “So... so tight! I don’t think I can last long!” “Look at him,” John sneered derisively. “He’s looking up at you with those puppy eyes. You better show him no mercy before he thinks you’re makin’ love to ‘im or somethin’.” I realized I was almost in tears from pleasure, every cell in my body worshipping his cock and the feeling of it inside me. While he fucked me, he was a God to me. My entire existence was for his trivial pleasure. “Oh, we’re not making love,” he said. Suddenly, his pace quickened and he started fucking me ruthlessly. His dick jammed into my sweet spot over and over again and my toes curled and uncurled. The sling shook back and forth violently. “OH, OH FUCKING GOD! OH! OH! OH!” I cried. My dick was entirely soft from the drugs. Slosh, slosh, slosh. Each thrust made a sound like his penis was grinding meat. And it was – he fucked me like he was trying to hurt me. He probably was. “Someone shut the bitch up and stick a dick in his mouth!” A middle-aged man with grey pubic hair and a massively thick cock slapped my cock with his face. I opened my mouth wide, stuck out my tongue, and panted like a dog wanting food. Then, he slid his dick down his throat. And further and further down he went, until his dick actually hit the chemical tasting part of my throat. I was about to have a gag reflex as tears instantly welled up in my eyes and my throat churned loudly, but he slid his dick out just in time. Just as I was about to gasp for breath, the top leaned forward and thrust so deep into me that it felt like he hit my stomach. The drugs completely numbed me to the pain and all I could feel was an intensified orgasm in every nerve. The top’s cock stayed there, throbbing, then brutally thrust in once more. Suddenly, the inside of my ass filled with heat, and I felt thick wads of hot cum spill out of my ass as he stabbed me a third time. “OH! OH GO-,” I screamed in, but before I could finish, the grey daddy shoved his cock into my mouth and muffled my screams. As the top slipped his dick out he spat on me and said... “God can’t hear you now.” The men howled with laughter. “Next,” Ricky said. Continued in Part 3

when i was younger & was really just starting to cruise in parks & public bathrooms for dick, i'd occasionally ask a top to pull out before he busted his nut but i honestly don't really remember any of them actually doing it, lol. now, when i do occasionally top, i make sure the guy taking my bare dick knows that when i slide my bare dick inside him, my dick isn't coming out until after i've finishing cumming inside him & only once has one of the hot college boys i was using asked me to pull out after i started fucking his ass & by that point i was too far along & too turned on to pull out, i left a nice thick load of my jizz deep inside that kid, lol :-)

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

Just wondering if anyone else gets off on fucking or (getting fucked by) guys that you don't consider attractive ("trolls" for example). I don't mean being into silver daddies or chubs (meaning you are into them but most other guys aren't), I mean being into pity fucks or enjoying being sexually used by someone you have no attraction to. I like daddies and even some silver daddies, but don't like guys once they go from "daddy" to "old man". I have one older guy (says he is 65 but I think he is like 75 or even 80) that I let use me like a low-class whore. He has wrinkles and his body is kind of saggy, he has that "old person" smell to him and his house, and has to use viagra to stay hard. We initially just chatted online, he wasn't expecting sex, just wanted to talk, and was still surprised I responded because he gets ignored by pretty much everyone under 60. He told me he gets laid maybe once a year (and before meeting me, hadn't fucked anyone under 50 in close to a decade). I felt bad for him and decided to give him a pity blowjob. It made me feel like a total slut to be sucking off this nasty old troll; I wasn't attracted to him at all (quite the opposite) but the sleaze factor drove me crazy. A few days later I hooked up with him again. This time I let him do whatever he wanted to me (and then some): spank me, rough fuck me (bareback of course), switch back and forth between fucking my ass and having me suck his cock, tongue his balls while he slapped his cock on my face, let him piss in my mouth, etc. Total slut for him. I know I'm the only guy he's gotten to fuck like that in years and that turned me on. (I think I was the first bottom to ever let him go ass to mouth, because his cock started twitching like crazy and dripping precum like a faucet, and he got this blissful/shocked look on his face and he started saying "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh that's a good boy, oh fuck" over and over like he was praying.) I had told him before we even got naked, that he was free to cum wherever he wanted (in my ass, in my mouth, give me a facial, whatever). He was fucking me doggy style when he shot his load up my ass, panting and nearly collapsing on top of me immediately after. After he pulled out I cleaned off his slimy cock with my mouth. He had the thickest, nastiest tasting cum I've ever encountered, but I still sucked his cock clean and swallowed it all. It was one of the sleaziest fucks I've ever had, and while the guy turned me off, being a slut for a nasty old troll like that made my piggy/cum-whore side very happy. I still let him use me as his cock slut once in a while, and sometimes blow and give pity fucks to other old trolls. Anyone else into this sort of thing?

mine was over 500,000 as of May this year, still not on any meds nor do i plan on taking meds

Sunday afternoon. Answered a few craigslist ads the only one that responded back with an actual address was a couple north of town. It was a 45 minute drive but worth it. One daddy, one jock, two raw cocks 5 loads when it was over.

At home. I made one of my regular cumdumps come over tonight and I shot 4 loads in his ass. Boring, I know, but if you want to shoot multiple loads it's easier when you dont have to worry about being interrupted. I think I'm going to go give him #5...